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First Published: 03 November 2010

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Father's responce

The Football Trip
by Isabella

"...OK! So I was a little disappointed but at nine years old I had expected Tyler to be at least interested in Football, when I found out that he was signing up for Soccer I almost lost it!...I feel that Soccer is decidedly un-American..." Disgruntled Pilgrim Father. Letters Page - Oklahoma Witness July 2009 editorial

I didn't recognise who the letter was from at first.

"Johnny, who do we know from the Northamptonshire Football Association?"

"No one, why?"

"They seem to want us to house a family from America!"

"Fucking hell, that's why my boss was asking me if I had finished decorating the spare bedroom. Is it from the Chair of the under thirteen's league?"

"Yes!"

"That's him then, he runs the under thirteen's football!"

We were lucky I suppose, because of Johnny's job we got a six bedroom farm house, rent free and there was only the two of us (so far). We seldom got to see Greg Baker, CEO. Of Agro-Gen, the largest land owner in Northamptonshire but when we did meet him he always asked if we had started our family yet.

"What date do they want us to put the Yanks up?"

"Looks like end of August, beginning of September!"

"This year?"

"Seems so!"

"That's only a few weeks away, that doesn't give us much time to consider what to do about it!"

Johnny started to laugh.

"What?"

"I'm going on that month long course in Deer management up in Scotland starting in August, then I'm going over to Scandinavia to select a Stag and herd of Hinds to start venison production over here in the UK. So I won't even be here!"

The letter was one of those pre-printed forms that just had a hand written name and address, the letter had been hand delivered so there was no actual name or address on the letter at all. The text of the letter said that as our son would be taking part in the return matches in Oklahoma we were asked to provide room and board for an American player for twenty days.

"Could be a mistake, there's a number, I'll ring later, after nine o'clock!"

"What would I do without you Vicky?"

"Well, you'd have to learn to answer your own correspondence for a start, and learn how to do the books too!"

I phoned at nine-fifteen, I had expected to connect with some junior flunky but instead I was connected directly with Sir Greg himself! I explained that I had received the letter; Sir Greg wasn't surprised as he had delivered it himself. I pointed out that we didn't have a son to play in the tournament, he knew that too.

"I only found out last week that one of the boys is considered by the Oklahoma Junior Soccer Association to be too young to travel alone, they are sending his whole family with him as it seems that even though he is only ten years old, he is pivotal to their team's success. I've tried every family of the players but none have room to put up a whole family, I knew that you had five spare bedrooms, I'll pay all out of pocket expenses of course as you don't have a child playing!"

"Erm, Johnny won't be here though, he's off on a training course!"

"Oh! Is that a problem? If it is I can put the substitute into the training program in place of Johnny!"

Greg was actually blackmailing me, starting the venison farm was a promotion for Johnny and would ensure the future of our farm as a profitable business; Agro-Gen had been selling off marginal farms in the area because of the economic climate. Greg knew as I did that if another manager went on the course then his farm would get the new heard and Johnny would slip back down the ladder as well as have to come up with something new to increase profitability.

"Erm, no, it will be OK, I'll look after things while Johnny is away!"

The football tournament came round before I knew it, a bus had been arranged to pick up the Americans, for some reason the family had been placed on a different flight and Sir Greg didn't want them to travel with the rest of the team for some reason. I got the message, it was delivered on the front seat of a brand new Land Rover Discovery in Company livery with the livery 'Northampton venison' sign written on each side. The note told me to take Johnny to Luton Airport for his flight to Edinborough first thing in the morning and then go on to Heathrow airport to collect the family on the noon flight.

I got another insight in to why Sir Greg was pulling out all the stops for a ten year old football player and his family, along with the note for me there was also a board for me to hold up at the airport to attract the family, 'Tyler Baker and family' printed in Gold leaf on a white board, the top had the emblem and title of the Northampton Football Association and at the bottom of the board 'Sponsored by AGRO-GEN UK'

The Land Rover was the latest design, long wheelbase, six litre diesel engine, with nine seats, on the back seat there was a bouquet of flowers for Mrs Baker and a Fortnum and Mason's hamper for the rest of the family. The thing I objected to most was the dress on the top of the hamper and the P.S. on the note. 'Please find the dress in the back; I'd like you to wear it to pick up the family!'

Well, I suppose the dress was better than him wanting me to dress up as a chauffeur or worse, Sir Greg had a bit of a reputation, Johnny never mentioned anything but some of the other wives talked about company outings where Sir Greg organised strippers to entertain his staff before they retired for the night, only on the 'men only' outings of course.

Three Americans strode purposefully toward me, I could see the football mad young man, he had a Real Madrid strip with Tyler on the right leg of the shorts, he wasn't tall but looked powerfully built, not fat, but well defined muscles. The Father was a larger than life character, Hawaiian shirt with Rupert the bear trousers, salt and pepper beard and moustache, not long, it looked like it was 'Buzz-cut' with a number ten shoe on the trimmer, wiry hair, also looked like a number ten cut, slightly balding, he was actually quite handsome or would be if he had any dress sense. The shock was the mother, she looked like a size zero model, beautiful, just a hint of make-up, designer dress, a little too short for her but then it takes all sorts, auburn hair, cut in a slightly boyish style, she didn't look a day over nineteen though. I looked at her and wanted her plastic surgeon's address or her figure or hair, at 31 I was not close to her beauty, size or, even in the dress that Sir Greg had left for me, her style.

"Hi, we're the Baker Family, this is Tyler, the soccer player and Ashley, my daughter, I'm Curtis Baker, I'm the dad!"

"Football!"

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Football, it's football over here!"

"With due respect madam, Football is a game for warriors, a battle, man against man, soccer is a game for children and women!"

I pulled my neck in, fifteen days with Curtis and his obvious bigotry and fifteen days in competition with a glamour model, a good thing that Johnny was away, he would have blown a gasket after just one look.

"And Mrs Baker?"

I was looking around to see a larger than life woman in the background but couldn't see her.

"Mrs Baker, Iris, doesn't fly, anyway, she has a lot of work to do on the 'Daughters of the Pilgrim Fathers' parade set for next month

There was a trolley, loaded up with enough luggage for the whole team, it was obviously the Baker's luggage but they all left it for me to push.

"OH! Are you on your own, I was expecting a driver as well as a hostess!"

The dress, Sir Greg strikes again, I had thought that I looked a little more like a hooker than a 'Soccer mom' in the dress that Sir Greg had asked me to wear, but, even though I was alone, Curtis didn't take over pushing the trolley. At the curb outside the airport the family stopped, they all looked in both directions for the car to whisper up to them; Curtis looked at me, an exasperated look on his face.

"Well, where is the driver with the car?"

"I'm the driver! And the car is in the short-stay car park!"

I nodded towards the crossing point over to the car park but all three of them just stood there looking at me, there was a little internal growl deep inside and the little indicator on my internal pressure cooker popped out, I counted to one hundred, ten just wouldn't cut it.

"I'll take the luggage and go and fetch the car then shall I?"

Curtis just nodded his head and smiled at me. I struggled with the trolley across the road and through the car park, then I had to do the weight lifting thing to get the bags into the rear area, so much luggage that it turned the nine seater car into a five seater car. I dumped the trolley and then realised that I would have to drive over two miles to get just sixty feet to where the family stood, looking bored, looking bored but not looking at me.

Eventually I pulled up with the front passenger door opposite Curtis Baker, he didn't move, didn't even look in my direction, I was starting to get just a little infuriated, I turned off the engine and jumped down out of the car. I ran around to the front passenger door and opened it for Curtis to get in. I got a look that I took to mean, 'What the hell is this?' Curtis moved closer to the rear door so I opened that, all three of the family Baker, slipped along the rear seat.

"I was expecting a full sized car rather than a compact; I hope we don't have to go far cramped up like this!"

"About seventy-five miles!"

I have to admit that I said "unless I find a two hundred foot high cliff to push the car over that's closer!" Under my breath

"Perhaps one of you would like to move into the front to make more room in the back?"

Tyler had been the last to get in so he just jumped out and his sister moved into his seat, Curtis still didn't look too impressed. I helped Tyler into the front passenger seat and I put his seat belt on for him. I knew full well that the law in the UK forbad under twelve's to ride in the front seat of a car if there was a seat available in the back but I didn't give a damn about that, he looked like he could be a small twelve to me, and no one had specifically told me that Tyler was only ten. Ignorance may be bliss but no excuse in law!

As I got in the car, the low ratio selector caught the hem of my dress, the 'Riiiiiip' echoed around the inside of the car, Tyler didn't miss a thing, his eyes were glued to the vast area of bare thigh and glimpse of knickers for the whole of the seventy-five miles to my house.

It suddenly dawned on me that the next fifteen days were going to be some kind of trial for me, my house was very large, it had six bedrooms and four reception rooms if you count the farm office, a huge house but like most working British farm houses it only had one bathroom, in fact when the house was built it didn't have a bathroom at all, just a tin bath in front of the range in the kitchen. I couldn't imagine how this fussy family would react when they found out that they would have to share a bathroom with each other, never mind sharing with the 'staff' as well.

"Dam it!"

Shit, that shouldn't have come out, I had been on at Johnny to put a bolt on the bathroom door for two weeks but he had been so rushed off of his feet getting things ready at the farm for his absence and getting ready for the training course that he hadn't got round to it. As I dropped him off at Luton airport he remembered and told me to get Dave the farm labourer to pop over to the ironmongers to pick up a bolt and fit it after he finished winnowing the barley field.

I made a pot of tea and got a plate of biscuits for everyone, I decided to leave the bags in the Land Rover with the back doors open, faint hope that someone would see it and take their own bags up to their rooms. Their rooms! I took the three of them up, took Curtis to his room first, he opened the cupboard door and looked shocked; he turned, looking around the room.

"Where is the en-suite?"

I had to chuckle.

"This is a working farm; we only have the one bathroom, down the hall, third door on the left!"

I started cooking dinner, I overheard Curtis on the phone, not the whole conversation, just the bits about how backward the British were, the fact that his dog kennel had its own bathroom, that he had been picked up by some amateur driver in a sub-mini compact and how his bags still hadn't been delivered to his room.

"This is no way to treat one of the founding families of America Sir Greg, I expected so much more!"

Fuck, less than four hours in my care and he was making an official complaint to my husband's employer, Sir Greg can come over in his Maybach and pick them up if he thinks I'm doing such a bad job of things.

I had 'appropriated' a large beef joint from Agro-Gen's butchery department, it would have cost about fifty pounds if I had picked it up through the farm shop instead of through the back door, a ten kilo slab of best silverside. I popped it in the range's oven on a low heat to cook slowly before I left home to take Johnny to the airport, now, almost eight hours later it was cooked to perfection, it was moist and succulent with a layer of natural fat covering it that was just the right side of crispy. It had been close to finishing cooking when we arrived home from the airport so instead of changing my dress I had to get on with the vegetables and gravy, and of course the Yorkshire pudding, I turned the heat up high in the oven and cooked the roast potatoes in Goose fat to make them extra crispy on the outside and extra fluffy on the inside.

Tyler had been watching me as I finished cooking the dinner, getting up really close whenever I had to bend down to look in the oven, as I carried the huge pan of meat to the cutting board Tyler had managed to position himself in such a position that as I passed him, my bottom pressed against his, well, you know where I pressed, hands full of dangerously hot meat too, Tyler being only ten years old, even though he was more muscular than any ten year old I had ever seen, surprised me, he was actually hard, nowhere near the size of my husband but hard enough and big enough for me to know exactly what was on his mind!

The food saved the day, Curtis, Tyler and even Ashley, although she didn't eat enough to feed a bird, were all over the moon with my cooking, I had cut the meat in half inch slices for Curtis, they looked like three steaks on his plate, I cut Tyler's a little thinner and for Ashley I had made the slices almost see through. They all called my Yorkshires 'Biscuits' and pushed them to one side, I had a hard job persuading them to try one, when they did they were sold, so much so that I had to break my own rules and cook some of Johnny's frozen puddings, not as good as my home made ones but when they are needed in a hurry second best is still best. They loved them too but not as much as the real thing.

I had cooked an Apple crumble too, all it needed was custard or cream but as the family couldn't move I had to put it on hold for another time. I had given Curtis a heavy red wine with his meal, he asked me to give Tyler a small glass of the same with a little lemonade to sweeten and water it down a little.

I'd never considered Apple crumble as a late night snack but that's exactly what the Baker men wanted, Ashley had a water biscuit, just one, she didn't want to ruin her figure. As we chatted before bed the subject of ancestry came up, I had overheard Curtis say to Sir Greg that his family were descended from one of the first 100 settlers in Massachusetts, it turned out that his wife's family was too, I couldn't help but notice the smirk on Tyler's face as his Father told me proudly about his ancestry.

Curtis suddenly spotted the time.

"We have a full day tomorrow, we should get to bed!"

"Erm, before you go up, do you bathe in the morning or at night?"

"Actually, I shower morning and night, Ashley doesn't use water at all, it dries her skin too much, just creams and wipes, Tyler showers in the morning usually!"

That caused me to raise my eyebrows, I had only asked so that I could arrange the boiler, the range would heat enough water for two baths if I got up early enough to switch it on, it would take ninety minutes to heat a full tank of water. There would be a full tank of water tonight as the range had been on all day, the immersion heater wouldn't do a single bath but would be enough for the four of us to wash with.

"I'm afraid we don't have a shower, the plumbing in this place is fifty years old, not nearly enough pressure for either an electric or tank fed shower, farmers tend to need to soak in the tub to get clean and ease stresses and strains!"

Curtis didn't look happy but the memories of my cooking took the edge off of his disgust. I heard the water running, Curtis had decided to take a bath before bed, I spent a little time making pastry, I made some jam tarts to take with us the next day, mainly to keep me busy while Curtis bathed, I had decided to take a bath tonight too as there would be plenty of water, cooking the tarts would leave enough water in the morning for Tyler to have his bath and for the rest of us to wash, I'd run the immersion heater just to top the hot water up in the morning.

I sat in the living room, listening for the bath to empty and the sound of Curtis returning to his room. He had been in the tub for almost an hour so I had to assume that he had enjoyed his encounter with ancient British plumbing.

I gave him fifteen minutes to go to sleep before I went up, time for him to get to sleep and for the tarts to finish cooking so that I could put them on the cooling rack. At Curtis's door I could hear the sound of his snoring, well, heavy breathing rather than snoring, but heavy enough for me to hear through a closed Oak door.

I slipped into the bathroom, I looked at the back of the door, at the total lack of any protection, gamble time, the kids went up an hour earlier, chances were that after a seven hour flight and a big meal they would have fallen asleep in seconds, I had already heard Curtis's sleeping sounds, OK! I filled the tub, put in bath salts, then before undressing I walked down the passageway to listen for any sounds of movement, all was quiet so I went and got into the bath water.

Eight seconds, ten at most and the door opened, Tyler walked in.

"What the fuck!"

"Sorry, I'm desperate for a pee!"

I covered myself as much as I could, Tyler was standing, naked except for his very brief underpants, not 'Y' fronts, Speedo type, no hole for his willy to go through. He started to stream, he was turning slightly from side to side as he pissed, turning so that he could look over at me and so that I could see his cock, he had pulled his underpants down under his balls, I couldn't believe the size of his cock, I already mentioned how hard it felt as I brushed against it earlier, now I could see it and as the flow of pee slowed down his cock started to grow, longer and fatter. His balls looked like great big plums hanging down in his sack too.

Now he was looking openly at me with his cock standing proudly up in front of him. He took a deep breath and his cock jumped a little, a small ball of pre-cum started to form at the tip, then his balls started to retract, his sack drawing his balls closer to his body heat, started to prepare the production line of semen, ready to take the prize that his eyes could see and that his mind was telling him he had to have. He looked a little lost, he needed an excuse to remain, I could almost see his mind sifting through things to do, things to say, just to keep him there in the bathroom.

"Oh yes, do you know why I smiled at supper?"

I had one arm covering my breasts and my hand covering my ginger bush, I didn't want to be rude or angry with a ten year old but this wasn't exactly the ideal position to find myself in.

"No, why were you smiling at your Father earlier?"

"My mother's family were one of the original families off of the Mayflower, a Separatist family, fleeing religious persecution; she married William Bradford the State Governor, my Father wants people to believe his family were too..."

Tyler paused for effect and to grasp the base of his cock in his right hand, he looked directly at my hand covering my pussy mound as he pulled his fist along the length of his cock.

"...My Father has an original indenture from sixteen-eighteen, it mentions that David, son of the Baker of Hove in Essex was indentured to Captain Christopher Jones, Master of the Mayflower, for a period of seven years before the mast!"

"Wasn't that a little early, my history is crap but I thought the whole pilgrim thing was a few years later, sixteen-twenty or twenty-one or something, surly it didn't take two or three years to cross from England to America?"

Tyler was now slowly massaging his cock, I couldn't believe what he was doing, right in front of an adult that he had only known for a few hours, I knew that I shouldn't have been looking but I was and Tyler knew it, I was fixed on that point at the joining of his legs and at his fist, that now he knew I was looking, he was moving a little faster.

"My Father has a second piece of history, it was a reward offered for the capture or information leading to the apprehension of the indentured servant, David Baker, the address on the reward was the shipping agent of the Hudson Bay Company and issued in the name of Captain Jones of the Mayflower. The indentures gave his age as seven years old but back then he could have been eight or nine, families lied about their children's age to get them an apprenticeship, so the progenitor of our family line was a runaway servent, he was little more than my age when he jumped ship, they never caught him, records show that he had a child in sixteen-twenty-five with a Mary Thatcher, a ladies maid from the Virginia Colony!"

Tyler was now massaging his shaft quite fast, he had built up a rhythm, four strokes the full length of his cock, then he turned the palm of his hand over his cockhead to spread the pre-cum all the way over it and then another four strokes.

"Move your arm please!"

Tyler's voice was calm, far calmer than mine would be if I had spoken, it belied the movement of his hand on his cock, he took a step closer to me, I felt my arm drop slightly.

"No, go lower!"

My arm slipped a little lower, I managed to break my eyes away from Tyler's cock to look down, my nipples were just exposed and the ginger hairs were sticking out around my fingers.

"Your breasts look wonderful, much bigger than my mother's, better shape too, fuller, rounder. Give me your hand!"

Tyler held out his left hand and I put my right hand in it, completely exposing my breasts to the boy.

"So you see, three hundred and ninety years ago an English man came to America and made an American woman pregnant, now I'd like to return the favour!"

Tyler put my hand on his cock, then wrapped his own hands around the outside of mine and started to masturbate himself with my hand.

"Move your left hand please!"

I did as instructed, my wild bush of ginger hair now exposed to his full on gaze.

"I'm a little too sleepy tonight to fuck you but I would really like to cum over your tits if you don't mind the mess!"

I didn't get a chance to say yes or no, Tyler fired off all over my face and tits, he seemed to be a very high producer, I had watched Johnny cum several times, face and breasts were my husband's favourite targets if I was on my periods and didn't feel like letting him use the backdoor.

What I hadn't noticed was that when Tyler came into the bathroom he hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door, as I watched the jets of spunk wash over my body, I totally missed the door open slowly. I froze as Curtis cleared his throat, standing in the open doorway.

"You know that you have to play a full ninety minutes tomorrow, you wash yourself and get off to bed, straight to sleep and don't bother your sister or Mrs. Clark in the morning!"

Tyler washed his cock, dried it and kissed his father on the lips before saying his 'goodnights'. Watching Tyler kissing his father was the first time that I had dared to look in Curtis's direction since I heard him clearing his throat. Curtis was totally naked, if I thought Tyler was big, then I now knew where he got it from, inherited from his Father; Curtis was sporting a whopper of an erection.

"I'm sorry about that, he wouldn't have bothered you if Ashley were awake or his mother were here with us but, well, we operate an open policy at home when it comes to emotional, physical or social relief!"

Curtis had walked over to the exact spot that his son had been standing, my spunk covered hand was still hanging over the edge of the bath.

"I don't want to be a pain or anything but after seeing that, I'm in a similar dichotomy as Tyler was, an unfulfilled need and no one to help me out, I'd wake Ashley but she has had a very long day and it was an exhausting flight for her!"

I hadn't got a clue what Curtis was on about but as he took my hand and placed it on his stiff cock I got the picture, he wanted me to give him hand relief just as I had done for his son. Well, hand and ... he leaned in to me so that his cock was touching my lips as I masturbated him, as he got close to his climax he put his right hand on the back of my head and pulled my face forward, I just opened up and allowed him to spunk up in my mouth.

Curtis took my face cloth, soaped it and washed his cock with it, then he washed the cloth out again and soaped it once more, then he washed my face and breasts clean of his son's spunk. He took my hand again and pulled me to my feet, standing in ankle deep soapy water, the face cloth was washed thoroughly and re-soaped, it was pressed against my vagina and Curtis used the face cloth to masturbate me.

"I would have insisted on Tyler doing that for you if it hadn't been so late, I don't like him to feel he can take advantage of friends and family just because he's a soccer star. We're a very open family, I do hope that now we have broken the ice as it were we can let down the facade a little.

*** posted 4/11/10 ***">

I had been in bed for two hours, I was tossing and turning, I couldn't get to sleep, I may never get to sleep again. Johnny and I didn't have the kind of marriage that was open or closed; I knew that when Agro-Gen had an evening out Johnny would probably have sex with one of the 'entertainers'. I didn't ask, he didn't tell me, hints had been made by some of the other managers when we had socials that involved all the family instead of just staff. I knew that I would be free to have sex on a girl's night out, just so long as I didn't rub Johnny's face in it, or the other man didn't bring it up, he was happy, information to either of us about the other's indiscretions from a third party was just ignored out of hand.

"Just so long as it isn't flaunted!"

Was our constant mantra.

I couldn't sleep, not because I had masturbated a man, not because he had masturbated me, it was more that the man was very possibly a family member of the Chairman of the company my husband worked for, that the act had taken place in our own home, that was the biggie for me, OH! And the boy thing, I had allowed a boy to masturbate himself with my hand. I understood that of the thousand or so cases of women 'interfering' with young boys that were reported to the police, less than five cases a year go to court, usually only if there was an element of violence or if a man was involved in some way too. Less than a half of one percent get to court and not all of them get convictions. In theory I could get a life sentence for what I allowed the boy to do, it would be seen as what I had done to the boy.

Eventually I got up and started to make bread dough, I was hoping that beating and kneeding the heavy dough would tire me out, I was hoping with little success. I had baked a loaf, baked four loaves and a cake before dawn; I was knackered but still not in the slightest bit sleepy. I was dressed in my nighty and dressing gown, no bra or knickers, it was around six thirty in the morning, I was just taking the last batch of baking from the range when I heard:

"I'm sorry, I thought that after last night we could dispense with clothing while we were around the house on our own!"

The sudden voice behind me from the darkness made me jump; from the depth of the voice I already knew that it was Curtis. I turned slowly and, there he was, in all of his glory, stark naked!

"I've already told the kids that they don't need to wear clothes around the house. I'm sorry if I've been presumptuous!"

I was in a quandary, one word from Curtis to the authorities and I could be in a world of hurt. I didn't have any problems with nudity, I didn't do it myself very often, but that was only because it was seldom warm enough to go naked in the UK.

"No problem, clothes or not, it's up to you!"

"We wouldn't dream of going naked if you were clothed, we would feel very uncomfortable with that!"

I noticed a head pop around from behind her father, Ashley was naked too, her body may have been smaller than mine but in proportion she was much better developed, her body was absolutely perfect, if she had been around in the middle ages, she would have been the model for the Venus Di Milo or one of Botticelli's paintings, her auburn hair, beautifully styled and her small auburn bush between her legs looked incongruous against her alabaster skin. She was just two years older than her brother but looked far more grown up.

I just stood there with oven mitts holding the cake, still steaming from the oven. I was dazzled by Ashley's beauty, dressed in her designer clothing she had been stunning, now, totally naked, she was simply fabulous!

"Er, Victoria, either you have to undress or we will have to dress, we have to go out for several hours today and will have to be dressed then, so?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at Curtis's face, he was serious, then Tyler joined us, already erect, I saw him press his cock against his sister's side and nudge her.

"Now then Tyler, I told you last night not to bother the ladies today, well not before the match!"

"Daddy, didn't you tell me always that looking after Tyler was important to stop him getting frustrated, you tell me that it helps him to keep his cool on the pitch!"

Tyler didn't look happy about the situation but his father remained firm. Now both Tyler and his father were staring at me, their stance and the look on their faced were 'broadcasting' a non-verbal, "Undress please" message. I slipped out of my dressing gown, after all, the guys had both seen me naked already and I had seen them. The nighty followed the dressing gown on to the back of the chair and I was naked like the Baker family.

I made a full English breakfast, while I was cooking I noticed Ashley touch her father's cock, he was flaccid, she lifted the weight of it in her hand.

"Is there anything I can do for you Daddy?"

"Not at the moment darling, Mrs. Clark helped both Tyler and me out last night!"

Ashley looked at her brother's erection.

"Shouldn't I do something about that, he could strain something if he over exerts himself later at the soccer match when he is so uptight?"

"You know your brother, if you helped him now he would be ready again in fifteen minutes!"

Ashey looked very disappointed that her father wouldn't let her look after her brother's needs and he didn't need any help himself, Ashley sat at the kitchen table and her hand slipped between her legs and she watched me cooking sausages at arm's length because I was naked and they were spitting fat all over the place. Tyler and Curtis went up to the bedroom to check that they had everything packed into Tyler's sport bag that they would need for the day.

"If my mother were here she would let me help her!"

Ashley's voice was tiny, her brother had quite a deep voice, rich tones and syrupy smooth, Curtis's voice was booming and commanding, it was so strange to hear the little tinkling voice from Ashley. There wasn't much room at the range for two to stand and cook but if she wanted to help me how could I stop her.

"OK, knock yourself out!"

I was just about to point to the freshly baked bread to ask Ashley to cut and butter a few slices for everyone to eat with the bacon, eggs, sausages, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms when she cuddled against my side and her fingers reached between my legs and before I could stop her she was expertly massaging my clitoris. My hand was at my side, she positioned her mound against the back of my hand and started to hump herself against it, without thinking I turned my hand and extended my middle finger, she almost jumped onto my hand and started riding my finger like it was a horse.

She was putting far less effort into massaging my pussy than she was putting into riding my finger, she was very vocal as she climaxed and as she began to shake and buck through her orgasm she turned her head and started to bite my nipple quite hard, I had a petite climax, it strengthened when I opened my eyes and saw Curtis and Tyler sitting at the table with smiles on their faces. I had never had exhibitionist tendencies in my life before but as soon as I saw the guys looking at me in my petite climax on Ashley's fingers I went off like a rocket, Ashley lost contact with my finger as I started riding her fingers harder and now I was bucking hard, she got her own back though for losing the pleasure contact, she bit down harder on my nipple.

We ate a very burnt, well; very overcooked breakfast without bread because of lack of time, there wasn't a single complaint from the Bakers though. We remained naked until a few minutes before we had to leave for the first meeting.

As I drove into Northampton, Tyler was in front again, he looked very disappointed, I asked him what was wrong.

"You're not wearing your driving dress!"

"No, of course not, it's ruined!"

"No way, I think it looks lovely!"

Tyler's smile was lovely, it really illuminated the whole car, we sat in silence for the rest of the journey.

As I turned into the car park, I realised just how late we were, there wasn't a single parking space left, well there was one but a hundred tons of soil conditioner had been dumped on top of it, I was deciding if it would be safe to leave the car out in the lane, it was after all a four-wheel drive, I could drop the family and then tuck the car onto the grass verge, leaving the car as far off the road as possible. Tyler was looking like he wanted to say something, just grasping in his head for the words to use.

"Mrs. Clark..."

I stopped him; after all, I had taken a load of his cum over my breasts and face the night before, so I thought that he could at least call me Victoria or Vicky.

"OK, Vicky, if I score a goal in today's match, can I score with you?"

Curtis piped up from the back.

"Now Tyler, you know I don't like slovenly language like that!"

"Sorry Father! Victoria, if I score in today's soccer match, may I have sex with you please?"

"That's much better, no room for ambiguity, polite and concise!"

I was shaking my head, not to say no to Tyler, he was a midfield player, younger than all the English players by a good two or three years and a good two foot shorter than our defenders, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he would score a goal. There was the sound of a hooter from behind so now I couldn't reverse out, well, I had a four by four.

I selected low ratio and first gear, then I locked all three differentials, revved the engine to three thousand RPM and slipped the clutch, in that configuration my top speed would be about three miles per hour but I would have climbed Mount Everest. The car suddenly tipped backwards, the Baker family got a look of horror on their faces as the Land Rover clawed itself up the north face of the mountain of soil conditioner.

The Land Rover had fortunately been fitted with LGP tyres, that's nothing to do with gas power, it meant Low Ground Pressure, designed for farm work, it meant that even with four people in the car it had less than twenty pounds per square inch pressing down on the fine soil. As the four of us jumped down from the car we sank in to the soil deeper than the three ton vehicle had.

We were being rushed, Sir Greg was there to welcome Curtis and to chivvy Tyler to get into the changing room as everyone was waiting for him to get the first match started. Tyler ran across the car park as Sir Greg began fawning over Curtis, there was mention of the possibility of a family connection as they both had the same last name and Sir Greg felt sure that one of his ancestors may have had an early connection with the American colonies, if only he knew that Curtis's progenitor wasn't a Pilgrim but an apprentice cabin boy and a runaway indentured servant at that.

There was a sudden rush of noise, whooping and cheering as eleven players and three substitutes ran out onto the pitch, the gaudy coloured strip meant that it was Oklahoma's team, my God they looked small, the league rules stated that all players must be under thirteen years of age on the first day of the season but that they could carry on playing in the league after their birthday until the end of the season, the end of the season and any 'Special' matches that were counted as trophy matches or exhibition matches until the end of the year that their thirteenth birthday fell in.

Tyler was right at the back of the line of players, the whole team looked small but he looked tiny in comparison. The American soccer league had so few players that the under thirteen team had mainly eleven and twelve year olds and in Tyler's case, a ten year old. In Northamptonshire there were so many under thirteen players that we could have put up ten teams of players where every boy was thirteen and built like a brick shit house.

The American's were passing balls between themselves to warm up when a loud bang echoed out across the field as the mountainous forwards of Northampton's players rushed out over the grass, the intimidation had begun. The Brits were so confident that they didn't even warm up properly, just mind games, in their minds they had already won the match, from the casual observer, like me, a football novice, it looked like a team of men playing a team of children.

The Referee called the captains to the centre circle and tossed his coin, Northampton won the toss, they chose to play uphill for the first half and they also opted for Oklahoma to take the first kick off. As the teams swapped ends Tyler came up to me.

"OK, if I score one goal will you suck my cock?"

I just stood there looking, I was actually thinking about his request, I couldn't believe it, I was actually considering it, then I looked over at the four defenders on Northampton's team, they were a good two foot taller and five stone heavier than Tyler, he didn't stand a chance. Tyler was about to walk away when I nodded my head, it was a very safe bet.

"Cool, OK then, if I score two will you let me lick your cunt, sorry, vagina?"

I again nodded my head, safer bet, Tyler stopped again.

"What if I score three goals, will you let me fuck you with a condom on?"

I didn't even think about that, just nodded my head, there were eight games in the tournament in total, I would have agreed to that if he had said three goals in all eight games, the Americans didn't stand a chance of scoring three goals between them in the eight games.

"If I score four goals, then can I do it totally without any contraception, put a baby in you if it happens?"

I started laughing, Tyler was a great kid but he was no realist, I nodded. Tyler's team mates were calling him, everyone was waiting for him to take his position on the field.

"What if i..."

I held up my hand to stop Tyler.

"Just get on the pitch or you might get a yellow card for holding up the game!"

I had no idea if that was actually a possibility; I had never even watched a football game in my life. Both teams were playing four-two-four, four in attack, two in midfield and four in defence. Tyler was on the right hand side of the pitch in midfield, as the Referee blew his whistle the ball was given a hard kick, not the expected soft pass to the player on the right, it looked like the ball was actually being kicked into touch.

I looked to see if Tyler was moving, Northampton were relaxing, getting ready to take a throw in, Tyler wasn't where I had last seen him, I realised that he was actually picking the ball up on the toe of his boot (cleat for any yanks reading). The ball never moved more than three inches away from Tyler's toe as he ran past four Northampton players before thay had realised that the ball hadn't actually left the field of play.

Tyler was lightening fast; he could switch sides, kicking equally as good with both right and left foot. He was a foot from the box when a lumbering defender finally realised the danger and came in like a steam train, started to slide with both feet in front of him, a two footed tackle was considered dangerous and would result in an indirect free kick if he collided with Tyler or even a red card if Tyler were to be hurt.

Tyler was ready for him, a little flick of the boot sent the ball into the air, then Tyler lifted both legs in an athletic bunny-hop as the much larger boy sailed under him, Tyler hit the ground a split second before the ball, as the ball touched the grass and before it had a chance to bounce back up, Tyler had connected with his right boot and the ball fired out like an artillery shell leaving a howitzer.

The ball lifted high and fast, spinning and bending in mid flight, it hit the overhead bar six inches from the corner of the goal and bounced down behind the keeper. The keeper was very tall but he stood no chance of stopping the ball, even if he had been in the right place.

Tyler's coach shouted out for Tyler to stop showing off and get back into position. As the players reset themselves into starting positions I asked the coach.

"Does he score many goals like that?"

"He scored forty goals last season but he would usually pass the ball over to a forward to finish off a run like that, he made himself a target now!"

Fuck me, am I in trouble now! I started to feel a little sick as Tyler out played everyone on both teams, he scored his second goal just before half time and I realised why the Oklahoma Football Association had insisted on him coming despite his age. At the half time whistle it was a draw, two all. As Tyler passed me he asked how many jam tarts I had packed into the car, I had been baking for hours during the night and had cooked around five dozen tarts.

"I guess about half of them!"

"Enough for the team to have one each?"

Tyler looked hopefully.

"I'm sure there is more than two each but aren't you supposed to eat Oranges or something at half time?"

Tyler nodded his head.

"We are, but can we have jam tarts as well?"

My turn to nod my head, Tyler stood looking at me, well don't offer to go and fetch them then, I realised that he must be tired out, he must have run miles because he hadn't stopped running for forty-five minutes so I went to the car and fetched the plastic box jammed full of jam tarts.

Tyler wasn't anywhere in sight when I got back to the field, I asked if anyone had seen him, fingers just pointed to the changing rooms, I started blushing as I walked towards the changing room doors. I had a good idea that I was being set up, large groups of young men will often set up some innocent woman or girl. I opened the door and took a deep breath before I entered the room. The sight before me was outstanding, the boys were all totally naked, they had all run through the showers to cool down as the day had been quite hot and windless, their smelly, sweaty kit was lying on the floor and fresh, clean and dry kit was laid out for them to change into.

Tyler was ready for me, he came up to me with his erection proudly standing out in front of him, he hugged me and pressed his cock against me with twenty eight eyes looking on, Tyler hugged me for a full two minutes as my eyes scanned the wide variety of different sized cocks, different sizes and different stages of excitement.

Tyler took the box of tarts and started to share them out amongst his team mates, I stood there, frozen, wondering if I should leave the room or wait for my box to be returned when the door opened and the coach walked in, he totally ignored me and told the boys to dress quickly.

"You've done well in the first half, the Northampton team members are all older, all much larger and play a whole lot more soccer but you've held them to a draw so far. Tyler, you have made yourself a target in the first half, the other team's coach will be telling them to mark you out of the game, you keep moving forward but don't be disappointed if you don't get the ball, you'll draw their best players on to you and the rest of the team can take advantage of them while they are after you!"

The boys had all finished dressing, I didn't know if I should be disappointed or happy, I was going to have to suck Tyler for the first goal and let him lick me out for the second but it looked like I wouldn't have to let him fuck me with or without a condom, I could now see that just because he was the smallest player in the team it didn't make him the "Smallest" player in the team.

The second half of the match started, Tyler did a lot of running about, pushing the Northampton defence and taking valuable players out of the game to cover him, leaving his team mates to play up the left hand side of the field, even though they were tired and now playing uphill they managed to score two goals before Northampton wised up.

And Northampton did wise up, Paul Benton used an elbow to smash into Tyler's nose, not hard, not hard enough to break the nose, but hard enough to cause a nose bleed. Paul got a yellow card and Oklahoma got an indirect free kick. Tyler was actually crying gently as he was sent off the pitch for a blood injury and the first substitute took his place.

Tyler asked for me as he was helped off towards the changing rooms. I took him from the coach who was helping him off to the changing room, I took Tyler to the changing room so that the coach could try and keep the two goal advantage. Tyler was sobbing but strangely he had a smile on his face, a smile and a stream of blood. Once through the doors Tyler stopped sobbing.

"Can I have my first goal's prize now?"

I couldn't believe the face of the boy, but I had agreed to give him oral sex for scoring one goal. He didn't take his shorts off completely; just pulled them down under his athletic supporter and he wriggled the cup to one side so that I could get clear access to his cock.

"The guys like you a lot; they want me to arrange something with you and them all!"

I almost stopped in my tracks, I was already guilty of serious misconduct with two pre-teens, I was about to compound that with an act of gross indecency in a public place and now Tyler was suggesting that I take on the whole team, if I were caught they would throw the book at me.

I sucked and used my hand to bring Tyler off, he didn't want to actually climax in my mouth though, he wanted to do it over my tits, he made me take my t-shirt off, white cotton by the way, if you're interested. Then I had to suck him all over again until he was on the edge and he pulled out at the last moment and fired off all over my tits. Then came the kicker, he didn't want me to wipe myself, he wanted me to put my t-shirt back on, without my bra, and he wanted me to do it carefully so that the cotton didn't touch his juice until the last moment, he wanted the white cotton to clearly show that it was wet.

Tyler kissed me, leaving a bloody smudge on my shoulder, then he pinched the soft part of his nose, sniffed up hard and, no more blood. As Tyler wiped his face and put his shirt from the first half back on before running back out onto the field to re-take his place. I looked at myself in the mirror, the smudge of blood looked suspiciously like a 'T' and a 'B'. Tyler had branded me for the rest of his team mates to clearly see, and clear was the word, as my t-shirt was now wet over my breasts and I was bra-less, my tits could now be clearly seen.

Sir Greg was the first to notice, he came over to me as soon as I opened the changing room door.

"Thanks for taking care of young Tyler so quickly!"

There was a cheer, Tyler had just walked the ball all around Paul Benton and scored his third goal, shit! But then I had been torn as to whether I was disappointed or not about Tyler being told not to try and score his third goal. Sir Greg was smiling at me.

"I'll give you one hundred pounds that you can donate to charity if you let me have that shirt tonight!"

Sir Greg was leading me to the touchline, all twenty-two boys ran close to me before Tyler's spunk dried and my t-shirt went back to being opaque.

"You have to be kidding!" I told Sir Greg, I couldn't believe that my husband's employer would suggest such a thing, I was wondering if I could say that the liquid was actually water, you know, from cleaning Tyler's face but spunk was far thicker than water and it left a starchy residue behind.

"OK, five hundred pounds to the charity of your choice, but I have to take the shirt off myself!"

Five hundred pounds, he had to be joking, five hundred pounds for a two pound shirt covered in blood and spunk.

"Surly you wouldn't deprive funds to charity just for a little pride and shyness?"

Sir Greg had got me thinking. I watched as all the Oklahoma players slapped Tyler on the back, firstly for scoring his third goal, secondly for the marks he had left on me and thirdly, for the way he humiliated Paul Benton.

I found a seat, I needed a place to think, within the confines of our marriage's unspoken agreement, I had dated a few men, I was sure that Johnny had dated a lot more but since we married, I had never gone all the way with another man, I had given hand-relief to a few, allowed the same few to finger-fuck me, I had given oral to just one man, well, two now, or was that one man and a boy?

I was sure that Johnny had gone all the way with several women, at least twice a year at the company's boy's night out but now I was about to take a much bigger step than I was ever willing to in the past. I had made a bet with Tyler and wouldn't back out of it, I was hoping that after scoring his revenge goal Tyler would be told to revert to his distraction role by the coach so at least he would be covered by a condom, or was it that I would be covered by him wearing a condom.

Johnny and I had fucked regularly for nine years with no contraception, no contraception and no worries, I didn't want a child, Johnny and I were very happy with the level of freedom that not having children gave us but we didn't know if the problem was his swimmers or my eggs, if it were his swimmers, then I would be grateful that Tyler had to wear a condom on, if it were my eggs that were at fault, then there would be no worries either way.

I say no worries, now that I was satisfied with the inevitability that I would be allowing a boy to fuck me, that for the first time I would be going all the way with someone other than Johnny, I had another quandary, to tell Johnny or not, he didn't tell me, and he didn't expect me to tell him but I knew that deep inside I would have to tell him, not before necessarily but when he got back from Scandinavia.

There was another cheer, it took a while to get through my thought, I looked up and saw Tyler, he was looking directly at me, he was being congratulated by his team mates and was holding four fingers up to me, signifying he could fuck me without protection. That changed things slightly, now I would definitely have to tell Johnny, and I suddenly thought that it would be better if I told him while he was four hundred miles away, and tell him that I was going to do it, rather than tell him that I had done it. Deep, deep down inside I was hoping that Johnny would forbid me to do it, let him take the guilt away from me breaking my word with Tyler.

*** posted 5/11/10 ***

All the Oklahoma players took turns in running past me to get a close look at the fluids that Tyler had left on my breasts, well, all except the goalkeeper and he looked decidedly pissed off at not being able to get close. From the looks I was getting everyone of the boys knew exactly what Tyler and I had got up too

Tyler was once again targeted by poor sportsmanship, this time he was brought down inside the goal area with a vicious tackle, there was a red card, the offending player was sent off, The coach called Tyler off the field but Tyler managed to convince the coach to allow him to take the penalty kick first. Tyler was, of course, successful, his fifth goal, Coach told him to take an early bath, Tyler walked past me, "I may need a little help Vicky!" I ignored his comment, I watched as the substitute who had replaced Tyler for the blood injury took to the field again.

The centre kick was taken and Northampton swarmed all over Oklahoma, even with just ten men Northampton were better than eleven Oklahoma players and the inevitable goal was scored. Sir Greg came up behind me, "I think Tyler needs your help, he needs one of the rehydration drinks, the isotonic stuff, I put a few packs in the ground's man's hut, in his fridge, could you get him one please?"

I knew that Sir Greg was sending me into a set up, either knowingly or otherwise but I couldn't really avoid the inevitable, as I walked over to the ground's man's hut I phoned Johnny, he was a little busy but I managed to get a few seconds of his time, "Johnny, I've made a very silly bet with one of the Yanks!" "Can we afford to pay it?" "Not a money bet!" "What kind of bet?" "A kind of personal or social kind of bet!"

There was a very long pause, "Some kind of sexual thing?" Now it was my turn to pause before saying, "Yes!" "You know I'm not at all possessive or the slightest bit jealous, if you want to pay up, don't even think about what I would think or say, you do what you want to do and we'll deal with the consequences if any arise. Just remember, gambling debts aren't recoverable in law, he can't sue you if you refuse to pay up ok?" "He can't sue but he would be very disappointed!" "I know exactly how he would feel, I've only been away from you for thirty hours and I'm missing you like mad already. Love you, but I've got to go, I'm being called back into class, Bye!" "Bye!"

Well, there it was, Johnny didn't actually say it but he must have had an idea that I was worried that if I had sex with someone else I could fall pregnant, another subject that we just didn't talk about, what we would do if a child came along, he must have also had a strong suspicion that he was the one who was firing blanks. It hadn't even crossed my mind that he may already have known, after all, as a farmer, he often had to run tests on the viability of animal semen and with the farm's future relying on the potential offspring from deer, one of the things that he would be taught on his course was semen identification.

In the fridge there were three flavours of isotonic drinks, Orange, Lemon and Strawberry, I broke open all three packs and took one of each flavour over to the changing rooms. Tyler wasn't in the changing rooms, he was in the bathroom, naked in the huge twenty person bath, I wasn't at all surprised, I showed him the three bottles, Tyler chose the Strawberry. I held out the bottle, Tyler shook his head, "Bring it in to me!" "I can't do that; the others will be coming in a few minutes. I can't afford to get caught in a bath with a ten year old boy!" I jumped as a voice came from behind, "I don't know about that my dear!" Sir Greg took me completely by surprise, Tyler must have known he was lurking in the shadows of the bathroom or at least seen him come through from the shower area.

The bathroom was a 'Jack and Jill' affair, it was connected to both changing rooms by a door that could be locked to allow one team or the other to have exclusive use or both could be left open for the teams to share, usually used that way for schools, so that only one member of staff had to be in the room. The players would all be expected to use the showers first, that was why the bathroom was linked off of the shower area of each changing room.

"Tyler informed me of your little bet with him, it seems he has already collected his winnings from the first goal and now he would like to collect his winnings from his second goal. I'd like to up my offer slightly for your t-shirt, I'll give you one thousand pounds for yourself or for charity if I can take your t-shirt off, well, your t-shirt and the rest of your clothes, I'll lock both doors and put the signs on both doors that say the bath is in use by the other team. I'll give you one of the spare Oklahoma football strips to go home in, what do you say?"

I looked down at Tyler, he had a pleading kind of look on his face, a thousand pounds for charity, that was too much for me to resist, I had the bet to pay off to Tyler, I may as well do that and make some money for the local children's hospice, kill two birds with one stone!

"OK! I agree!"

Sir Greg almost ran to lock the doors and slip the in use signs on both of them. I passed Tyler the bottle of Strawberry drink; he finished the bottle in one swallow. Sir Greg rubbed his hands together with glee, then he started to slowly undress me, he started with my top, as soon as my breasts were in sight he leaned in and started to kiss them, I pushed him away, "You didn't say anything about kissing or touching, just undressing, he held up his hands in resignation, "Can we re-negotiate?" I shook my head, "Not this time, it's Tyler's day today!"

Greg finished stripping me naked, he let out a whistle when he saw my ginger bush, I stepped into the bath and Tyler stopped me, he made me sit on the side, perched right on the edge of the tub so that he could lift and open my legs and get full access to my vagina.

Tyler made a few mistakes, his oral sex was nowhere near as polished as his football skills but he still managed to send me into orbit, having Sir Greg there, watching every stroke of Tyler's tongue as it darted in and out of my cunt also helped, I had no idea just how much a turn on it would be to have someone like Sir Greg watching me having sex, I didn't even care that he had his mobile phone in his hand and was taking an extreme close up photograph of Tyler's tongue slipping into my pussy.

I heard both teams enter the changing rooms, didn't bother me at all, all I could do was focus on Tyler's tongue. The beauty of youth, the ability to do mindless repetitive tasks for hours, just because it was the first time, magical.

I was presented with the football strip, my clothes, including my panties, which I have to say were disgusting from my excitement running into their gusset were put in the plastic bag that the football strip came in, Sir Greg checked on the Oklahoma changing room to see if the coast was clear.

The football strip was way too small for me but it covered my body: Just The shorts were too tight and uncomfortable without knickers on and they kind of showed off my 'saddle bags' I do hope that you know what I mean but that wasn't the important thing, the important thing was that I had Sir Greg's cheque in my pocket for a thousand pounds. The Oklahoma team were all waiting for Tyler to come out before they would board the bus, as we walked out Tyler got a huge cheer, I got an even louder cheer when they saw me in their football strip, and twenty-eight eyes almost bugged out of fourteen heads as they saw how short my shorts were.

Tyler had to ride the bus with the rest of his team mates to the next venue, a reception at the Guild Hall, the Mayor was due to make a key-note speech on youth and international friendship, there was a buffet as well. I had the pleasure of driving Curtis and Ashley to the venue but wasn't expected to join them inside, that was good for me, I had paper burning a hole in my pocket that I wanted to hand over to the Children's hospice office.

I drove the Land Rover down from the mud heap before Curtis and Ashley got in, I had expected Curtis to join me in the front of the car but he got in the back with Ashley. "Was Tyler any good?" Ashley just came right out with it before I had left the car park, "I think he was very good at football, he would make a great deal of money if he played professionally in Europe!" "Everyone knows he is good at football silly, was he good at oral sex?"

I swallowed hard, then Curtis spoke up, "Tyler told us about the bet, he told us he was going to collect on the first two parts of the bet today before the dinner, I have to say that I'm extremely turned on by the thought of it!" "Oh daddy, do you need me to help you?" "Thank you darling, I'd love a little help from you!"

I looked back in the rear view mirror, Ashley leaned over her father's lap and took his cock out of his trousers, "Would you like me to lick it or do you want to put it all the way in my mouth?" "Don't do anything that feels uncomfortable to you but I would really love it if you could try to suck it all!"

It was a stretch for Ashley's tiny mouth to get Curtis's cock in her mouth and as she was sucking it deeper and deeper, Curtis put his hand on the back of her head and forced it a little deeper than was comfortable for her but she didn't stop a beat, she sucked him all the way to the Guild Hall, I had to wait for five minutes while she finished him off, I didn't feel the least bit guilty that I turned around in my seat to watch a twelve year old girl sucking her own father's Python, he seemed to enjoy the feeling even more because I was looking openly and when he filled her mouth, there was so much that she couldn't swallow it all and it ran down her nose and spurted out between her lips and his cock shaft.

"Did I do good daddy?" "Wonderful darling!" I actually clapped her, she looked very pleased, then she slid forward in the seat while Curtis closed his trousers, Ashley kissed me on the lips, her tiny tongue teased my lips until I opened them, then she 'Snowballed' me with her father's spunk. The car park was full of people, I thought to myself, 'Thank God for a high ground clearance and heavily tinted windows'

I took the cheque to the charity, they always ask where the money came from, they always refused money if it came from dangerous sponsorships like mountain climbing or parachute jumping, I opened my arms wide, "I had to go out in public, dressed like this for twenty-four hours!" They almost refused my donation on the grounds of indecency!

I sat in the car park, my mobile phone rang, Johnny on the line, "Well, what did you decide to do?" "I think I'll pay up!" "I don't want to know the details but what was the bet?" "There were four parts to the bet, revolving around the ten year old player, gradually increasing in penalty if he scored one, two, three or four goals!" "You mean if the team scored the goals?" "No, only if he scored them!" "He's a midfield player; he'd be worth millions if he scored four goals in a year. I bet you felt it was a sure thing bet then!" "I sure did" "So I guess that you bet pretty heavily if the gamble was him scoring four goals against our kids, they're monsters and they are very good too!" "You want me to tell you what the bet was?" "No! No. So how many goals did he score?" "Five!"

There was a long silence, then a whistle from Johnny, "Shit, so, will you have to do more, go further, after all, five goals from a midfield player is unthinkable" "Don't think there is actually a further I can go to be honest!" "Don't be silly, there's always a more to go in 'social' or 'personal' issues.

That got me thinking, had Tyler missed out on that one, had he missed a trick, I closed the phone and wondered if I should have told Johnny about Greg?

We went home after the meal, it was eight o'clock, still a few hours before bedtime, well for me at any rate, no football the next day so no early night needed for Tyler but Tyler and Ashley had been up late the night before and he had been exhausted from the game and she had been 'stretched' by her father!"

The kids were sent to bed at nine o'clock, I offered Curtis a drink, he turned me down, "Look, I know that I've already had relief from Ashley today but, it's less of a need, more of a pleasure, could I sleep with you tonight? I'll understand perfectly if you say no, just felt a little lonely in bed last night!" I must have looked surprised or horrified because Curtis spluttered out, "No sex, just company!"

I found myself in bed with Curtis, both of us naked, very close and very intimate, we kissed and cuddled, he spooned me as we fell asleep, I wouldn't have stopped him if he had actually wanted to stick it in me. I was beginning to change my opinion of the Baker family.

We spent the next day together, I was showing them the sights, they wanted to go into London but as I hated it so much I persuaded them to let me show them local sights. We got an invitation to Baker House for dinner, I tried to talk Sir Greg's man into sending the Maybach to pick up the Bakers so that I could have a free night but for some reason he was unwilling, I knew full-well that they would love a trip in a million pound car, much more than bouncing around in a utility vehicle, even if that vehicle was brand new and driven by the gorgeous 'Me'.

As we were getting dressed for dinner Tyler came into my room, I was expecting him to ask for his prize for scoring his third goal, "My dad told me that I had to offer to let you off the rest of the bet, 'We shouldn't profit from our friends', that's what my dad always says!" "My husband has told me that a bet is a bet, he expects me to pay up, and pay up promptly!" What the hell was I saying, he was offering me a way out, I knew he didn't want to give me the get-out, he only did it because his father told him to.

"In fact he asked me what you had asked for to pay for the fifth goal!" I must be fucking mental, "Well, I had thought that it would be nice if, after I take the prize for my fourth goal, that you would agree to put on a little show for a few of my friends, but you don't have too, we didn't make that bet so I couldn't hold you to it, and I really don't mind if you don't want to pay for goals three and four!"

I ruffled my fingers through his hair, go and get dressed, tonight is going to be difficult enough as it is.

I went out to the car first, started the engine, Tyler was the first out of the house, he climbed in beside me, When will you be in your dangerous phase of your cycle?" I had to laugh, no one had ever asked me that before and the sight of a ten year old boy doing it was very incongruous. I took my diary out of my bag, "Four days time!" "Wow, cool, can I take my prize for the fourth goal after that please?" "What about the prize for your third goal?" "Well, I wasn't going to even ask for that prize, I just thought that I would skip it, I'd prefer to not have to use a condom!"

I thought about it for a while, "No one said anything about a condom, just sex with birth control for the third goal, sex without for the fourth, I'll be using the safe period as my birth control for the next four days, so you have four days to take up the prize for the third goal!" I was now looking at the smile on the face of a very happy young man.

The evening was full of flirting from Sir Greg, mainly directed at me but he was also flirting with Ashley too. I was left in no doubt that Sir Greg would be calling on me for sexual favours as soon as the football tournament was over.

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Tyler and his father were in the back of the car on the way back to my house, leaving Ashley in the front to chat with me. I couldn't hear what Tyler and his father were talking about in the back, mainly because Ashley set up a running barrage of my ears all the way, she wanted to know everything about my sex life, from how old I was when I did my first hand job on a boy, firat blow job, first full sex and first anal, she was really surprised when I told her that she was my first ever lesbian act.

I couldn't hear Curtis and Tyler talking but I could see in the rear view mirror that they were deep in discussions and some of it very animated. I was trying to process everything that had happened to me in just two days, I had gone from a 'Normal' housewife to some kind of man-magnet, well, attracting Sir Greg and Curtis and a whole bunch of teen football playing boys, oh! And one very impressionable and very sexually curious girl too!

As I thought about all the young footballers, the ones other than Tyler, how could I get out of giving some kind of 'Performance' to the rest of the team, did I even want to get out of it, or just find some way that I could do something without ending up in prison. Ashley's hand was on my knee, she had obviously asked me something and I had been ignoring her and just saying yes if it sounded like she had asked me a question.

I don't know what she had asked me but she was now sliding her hand up under my dress, fortunately Curtis stopped her, he was worried that I might lose concentration on the road if his daughter started pleasuring me as I drove along, "And the front windows aren't tinted like the back ones, I'm sure Victoria doesn't want to make an exhibition of herself out in public like that!

A germ of an idea started to form in my head, give Tyler's friends the show that they wanted, probably make Tyler happy too and not risk spending the rest of my life in prison into the bargain. The idea involved a little spot of nude sunbathing on my part, not something I was usually in favour of, the only people who had seen me naked in my life were Johnny, of course, my doctor and now the Bakers, both American and English. I wasn't a prude, wasn't even against nudity, I had just not wanted to force myself onto any unsuspecting 'passers-by' as it were.

At home we all undressed, Ashley almost jumped on me, I must have agreed to something that Ashley really wanted to do, Tyler's nose was put a little out of joint as he had just spent the drive home explaining to his father that he intended to take his third goal prize, that he had offered to release me from my wager but that I had refused to renege on the deal and he was planning on taking his prize now because Sir Greg's flirting had turned him on so much.

Curtis asked Ashley if she would help him instead of helping me, "Tyler is willing to make Victoria happy tonight, I could do with a little help over here!" Ashley shrugged her shoulders at me, "Sorry Vicky, my dad needs me!" Her face was beaming because her father had asked her to please him.

Tyler and I settled in for a long session of foreplay, I decided that if I were going to allow this boy to fuck me I might as well teach him how to please a woman while I was at it, I was too late, his mother had done most of the groundwork in his education, everything short of actually penetrating her that is.

Daddy, it isn't fair that Tyler gets to be a man and he's two years younger than I am. I should have been made into a woman before him!" "Darling it is a lot different for Tyler, Victoria can't make Tyler pregnant now can she?" "No but Tyler is going to make Victoria pregnant when her safe period is over isn't he!" There's nothing quite like having two people taking about you while a young man is rocking your world with deep finger massage to the 'G' spot located on the roof of your vagina while his palm is mashing hard against your clitoris.

"The chances of Tyler actually succeeding in making Victoria pregnant are less than one hundred to one and if he did succeed, Victoria would have the choice of the morning after pill if she wanted it, we would have a hard job getting that for you, she is also physically mature enough to carry a pregnancy to term if she so wished, and, she is mentally mature enough to deal with an abortion if that was her choice!"

Tyler snapped his head from inspecting his successes between my legs at an overly intimate gaze, to pay attention to his father, "Hey Dad, I hope that Vicky follows the wager, if I put a baby in her I expect her to have it!" "Don't be silly Tyler, the pregnancy would be one thing, a short term inconvenience, a baby would be a lifelong commitment!" "Well, we could take the baby with us, Mum was really upset when she found out you guys couldn't make more babies like me and Ashley, Mum would look after a baby and pretend it was hers!"

Well, it was one thing to have people talking about you as if you weren't there but quite another to have them planning the school my son or daughter, if I had one, would be going too. I was cooling down, I pulled Tyler back to focusing on the job in hand, got him back in the saddle so to speak. I needed a lot of attention, many more orgasms before I would let Tyler in me, I remembered back to my youth, whenever you let a boy get intimate for the first time they tended to be 'Quick fire' merchants!

If I let Tyler fuck me with his cock, instead of his fingers, I doubted that I would get close to a fulfilling orgasm before he erupted. I knew that he would recycle quickly but going through several cycles of close call and bust all night wasn't part of my plan, so I intended to get my own needs satiated first and then let Tyler knock himself out on me for as long as he wanted too.

I had something nice to look at too, watching Ashley and Curtis getting as close to actually fucking as I had ever seen in my life and then swerve away from it at the last moment. Eventually Curtis used Ashley's inner thighs, it was her idea, her father got on top of her, Ashley squeezed her legs together tightly, as he fucked her, Ashley was watching him closely, as soon as he was close to ejaculating she opened her legs to remove the pressure and because the pressure went away, so did the ardour.

I kind of guessed that Ashley was working on building up Curtis's account in his sperm bank, taking him to the point where his body flooded with enzymes and hormones to produce swimmers and loading them into his balls so that when she finally let him fire off it would flood all over her body, and the number of times she was taking him to the edge I guessed that she was planning on ruining my carpet at the same time.

I finally allowed Tyler to put his cock in my vagina and held tight for the disappointment of a premature ejaculation, well to be honest, it wouldn't have been a disappointment, I was well satisfied and if I left my body on the floor on autopilot for an hour or so while Tyler beat himself off inside of me a few dozen times then so be it, I was a big girl and I was being entertained anyway, it was almost comical how Ashley was taking her father to the edge so often that it was getting to be in the realm of farce.

Tyler surprised me, it was starting to become a week for surprises for me, Tyler fucked me royally, long and hard, no hint of a premature ejaculation. Tyler and Ashley seemed to be playing one off against the other, each using the sight and sounds of the other to build up to greater things. Tyler was beginning to grunt and gasp, he was growing more out of control, his muscles began to spasm and Ashley let out a squeal as she realised that Tyler was pumping into me, then it was Curtis's turn to squeal, Ashley had tilted her body slightly as her father let fly and she had managed to impale herself on his cock and she was holding on for grim death as he bucked and kicked trying to get his cock out of her.

Tyler was stationary only a fraction of a minute, he didn't even lose his erection, just started all over again. I was put off a little by Curtis and Ashley going through the whole, "You were very silly to do that to me!" "No I wasn't, you were just being mean by not letting me try it!" Curtis was well pissed off, he and Ashley sat watching Tyler fucking me for a second time, he lasted thirty minutes before he emptied his second load in my cunt and this time he fell on top of me, exhausted and spent, I was spent too, I was more than spent, I was overdrawn, the bank of sperm would be foreclosing on me any moment.

Tyler waited fifteen minutes, he was still on top of me, kissing and cuddling with me, then he asked if he could do it again, "Sorry darling, I'm too sore to do it again tonight!" Tyler did the "OH! Mum, that's so unfair!" At the top of his voice, I didn't know where the darling came from but I certainly didn't want the Mum comment from him. "Daddy, if Victoria agrees to go to the doctor tomorrow and get the morning after pill so that I can take it, can me and Tyler do it now. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" Came from Ashley's direction.

Curtis wasn't at all pleased, it suddenly dawned on him that his daughter had engineered the situation to lose her virginity to her father, just so that she could fuck with her brother. Curtis wasn't very happy, he was saying no, over and over again. "I chirped up that it was no trouble for me to get the pill if Curtis thought it was a good idea to make sure that Ashley hadn't already made herself pregnant. "I guess it's the lesser of two evils, risk the morning after pill or risk a twelve year old girl getting pregnant!" Ashley threw her arms around her father's neck and told him that she loved him and thanked him over and over again.

Curtis and I sat watching as the two children fucked as happy as sand boys, I even made drinks and nibbles for Curtis and me, Tyler went to town, he spent an hour fucking his sister, when he fucked me the size difference was such that he couldn't manoeuvre me as he would have liked, because his sister was only half of my weight, he was able to flip and turn her as he wanted, to give her the best fuck he was capable of giving, using every bit of his imagination in the process.

At three o'clock Curtis told his children to go to bed, Tyler had his second football match that afternoon and his father was worried that he had already played too much and would be over tired for the match. Tyler and his sister went to bed together, Curtis gave strict instructions that there was to be no further fooling around, "Straight to sleep please you two!"

I went to the bath room, I was about to run the bath when Curtis came in the room, "Would it be OK if we had sex, say no if you are too sore but after watching those two for the last hour or so I'm in need again!" "Well OK, but no Olympics, I'll just need to bathe first!" "Do you get grossed out easily?" I was beginning to wonder exactly where that was going, "I don't think so, not sure though!" "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I tasted Tyler's spunk, I'd love to clean it out of you if it wouldn't gross you out too much, to be honest, if it wasn't for the time, I would have offered to clean out Ashley too!" I turned off the taps and went into my bedroom, "Just don't make a meal of it though!"

I woke up at noon, I was seriously sore, no one else was awake but I still padded around the house in the nude. I sat on a dining chair, if I'm going to keep this nude thing up, I'll need some covers and throws, something to take the cold away from my wooden and metal seats and something that would be easy to wash following accidents!"

I started to cook lunch, I made it an 'All Day' breakfast, I'd rather have two breakfasts a day than three normal meals. The smell of cooking bacon and sausage woke Tyler first, he came in and kissed me, I was sitting at the dining table waiting for the bread to finish baking, Tyler rubbed his cock against my mouth and I automatically sucked it in, then I spat it out, "You think I'm a toy don't you, a sex toy!" Tyler looked startled, shocked, he stammered, "No, n-n-no, sorry, oh God no, I love you like my mother and sister!" "Good, just checking!" I sucked his cock into my mouth again and finished him off as the timer pinged to tell me the bread was finished.

The smell of freshly cooked bread was the clincher; both Ashley and Curtis woke up and sidled into the kitchen. We ate fresh, steaming hot bread, bacon from Agro-Gen's own pigs, sausages were from the local butcher, but again the pork in them was our own, the tomatoes and the mushrooms came from my cellar and green house, the whole meal had less than five food miles. Even the flour I used in baking and the eggs, butter and milk, were all from our neighbour's farms, Barter to beat the tax man!

I had spent a few hours working through my idea for Tyler's fifth goal prize, I called Curtis into the living room. "Do you think that you could talk Sir Greg into organising a picnic for the players one day? He has some land that is at the side of an old quarry nearby, Tyler wants me to let the boys see my body, I was thinking that I could sunbathe in the nude in the quarry, the land is on Johnny's books so I can do what I want there, you think it's a good idea?" Curtis thought that the picnic would be a great idea, he had reservations about all the boys seeing me naked but he thought that Tyler could discreetly bring the boys to me one or two at a time! "Sounded good to me :)"

To be continued?......

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