Main Cast:

Victoria, me

Johnny, my husband

Don, Johnny's father

David, Johnny's brother

Sandra, David's wife

Jason, Sandra and David's 17yo son

Paul, Sandra and David's 15yo son

Amanda, our 9yo daughter

Antony or Tony, the village 'captain' of everything

Giles, farmer and partner in the clay pits project

Bethany, Giles Wife

David Cook, Gypsy, pub owner

Tarik and Memmett, Asian business men

Simon, next door neighbour

Dr. McGreggor, local GP and family planning expert

Don went through to the living room with Amanda and sat on the sofa with her on his knee, I watched from the doorway as Don rocked Amanda on his knee and began to pat her bottom, "Hey, you don't have any panties on!"

"No, I had a little accident at Aunty Sandra's club this afternoon."

"Oh, you went to Aunty Sandra's club in Milton Keynes did you? What time did you go there?"

"After lunch, we went to a movie in the morning, then to a cafe for lunch and after the club closed we went there."

Don excused himself and slipped out from under Amanda's bottom, he came through the doorway and took my hand and pulled me out into the garden.

"Has Amanda started her periods yet?"

"Not fully, why?"

"I think you should take her to the local doctors, or better still, Dr. McGreggor, he's very sympathetic to younger girls who are sexually active."

"What makes you think Amanda is sexually active?"

Don took me as far away from the house as we could get and still be in the garden, it dawned on me that the last time Don had visited our house, it had been very early in the morning and I had kept him waiting for ages for his coffee while I got dressed as I didn't want him to see me in bra, panties, nighty and dressing gown, now I was out in the garden wearing just a far more revealing nighty with nothing under it.

"It's a very long story, as you know now; I have contacts in the sex trade industry, people like David Cooke, Tarik and his brother Memmett, well I introduced David to Tarik and Memmett when he got home from Australia, David often drives girls from England through France, Spain and Gibraltar and over to Tangiers for Tarik, the pay is good and the girls really want to go and Tarik pays a lot of money to get the girls delivered into Africa safely. Well, I know that there was a virginity auction earlier today at Sandra's club in Milton Keynes, I didn't go because I was going to fuck you, actually it was a good job that it wasn't an ownership auction as it turns out.

Amanda has just told me that she was at the club while the auction was taking place and that can only mean one thing, that she was the object that was being auctioned and if I know Tarik and Memmett, and I can assure you that I do know them, Tarik would have paid any amount of money to get his hands on a nine year old girls cherry. Tarik and Memmett are so good at what they do that they will own Amanda now if you're not careful.

I definitely think that you should take her to Dr. McGreggor for the morning after pill just in case! I suggest that you go along to one of the recruiting meetings next week so you can see how they twist and turn normally conservative girls and women to do things that they would never consider. Do you know the names and addresses of ten single mothers who live locally?"

While Don and I were chatting in the garden Johnny had run off a few A4 sized posters to put on the notice boards and he was writing a flyer come letter that the guys had decided would be the best way to approach the job of getting bums on seats in the short time available for Tarik and Memmett's recruitment drive.

I provided Johnny with a list of ten names and addresses of single mothers in the area who were having a difficult time financially. Johnny printed individual letters off for each of the ten of them, he printed one off for me too, I was expected to go to the meeting and act as patsy for Tarik and Memmett. The brothers needed someone the other women would recognise who would be willing to play along and grease the wheels to get things moving.

While Johnny was printing off the letters I went to see Amanda and asked her how she was, "Oh mummy, I've had the best time of my life over the last two days!"

"Did you get hurt?"

"No, Uncle David made sure that my first time was with a man who didn't hurt me."

"What was the man's name?"

"I think it was Tarka or Tarik or something."

"And was Memmett second?"

Amanda looked surprised, then she grinned at me, and nodded her head, she whispered, "Memmet hurt me a little bit but Uncle David said it was a good job that his brother went first."

We waited until it was dark and then Johnny and I went out and pinned the larger posters to the notice boards around the village, the large posters gave very little details, just a 'Coming soon to a village near you' kind of comment and 'Good rates of pay, hours to suit school day and school holidays', in the whole poster there was nothing solid, nothing tangible, just vague and exciting promises.

The letters that I was pushing through letterboxes was less evasive; it was addressed to the woman by name and inviting her to a meeting on Wednesday evening at six o'clock. The letter wasn't vague, twenty pounds an hour for one evening shift, typical tips of eighty to one hundred pounds an evening, no skills or special training needed and most importantly, crèche facilities during the interviews.

The location for the recruitment drive was the Brick Makers Arms; it had been one of the largest pubs in the area but had gone bust, or rather, been allowed to go bust by the brewery. Breweries were very powerful, they set the price that beer could be sold over the counter as well as set the price per barrel of beer, so at a whim, they could turn a very profitable pub into a bankrupt pub. The brewery had bankrupted the Brick Makers Arms one day and put in a planning request to build apartments on the pub site and car park the next.

The local planning officer had seen it happen several times and before he passed the request through to committee he set a 'Essential local amenity status' order on the building, it could never be used for anything other than a local entertainment, pub, bar or restaurant. That order stopped the brewery in its tracks but like all powerful organisations the brewery wouldn't back down and just reopen the pub so it had remained closed for years.

Don's comment to me about Tarik 'Owning' people, or rather girls and women, after just one meeting had set me thinking and kept me awake all Sunday night. At four o'clock in the morning I hatched a little plan with myself. As usual for a Monday, Johnny had left for work at least an hour before I woke up, I didn't bother getting dressed, went down to the kitchen to do breakfast for Amanda and me, knocking on her door as I passed.

I stood at the kitchen table holding my handbag waiting for Amada to come through the kitchen door before tipping the contents of my handbag out on the table and started searching through it frantically, I spotted a concerned look on Amanda's face as she saw me flicking through everything, "Have you seen a small business card lying around?" Amanda shook her head, "Damned it! I need to talk to Tarik or Memmett today, they are coming on Wednesday to recruit new women for their shows and I'm supposed to be helping them."

I had expected the men to have given Amanda some way of contacting them if what Don had said was true, that Tarik would expect to own a girl after paying for sex with her and giving her a good time. I was expecting her to give me a phone number or for one of the men to phone me later in the day after Amanda had a chance to speak to them, either way I would then be sure of what Tarik's intensions were!

What I didn't expect was Amanda passing me a very expensive mobile phone, "Tarik is 'S1' and Memmett is 'S2' on the speed dial."

"Thanks, I'll ring them later, it's a bit too early right now, and anyway, you know very well that mobile phones aren't allowed at school. Don't worry, it'll be here waiting for you when you get home from school, but don't let your father catch you with it."

Amanda went to school as usual at eight forty-five, she liked to spend fifteen minutes in the playground with her friends before classes started and at eight fifty, the mobile phone rang, I looked at the screen, 'Tarik calling' was at the top of the screen and a photograph of Tarik in the nude with his hard cock in his hand was under the name. I flicked the green button on the phone's screen to the right but before I could get the phone to my ear and speak, Tarik had already started talking.

"Hi baby, no problems with your parents after you got home yesterday I hope, I know I promised to phone you after bedtime but I had to go and see three new girls for my strip club and it was way after midnight before I finished, erm, you know, let's say, interviewing them." Tarik laughed at the little innuendo. "So, you sure you want to go into school today, you could just skip this once, I could meet you round the corner and take you to a party for some fun...... You there Amanda? Amanda, are you there?"

"No, Amanda is at school, I'm her mother and I stopped her taking her phone to school, I'll give it back to her between three forty-five and five o'clock this afternoon, she will not be allowed to take the phone into her bedroom so there won't be any bedtime conversations for the time being at least." I was shaking as I pressed the red disconnect button on the screen to end the call.

I looked through the contacts folder on the phone, David Cook's name was there with a picture of him naked, erect and holding his cock, a photograph of my brother-in-law, David, naked but not masturbating, he was having sex but the woman was very thin, very young looking but her head had been chopped off of the picture. Jason, naked and having sex, looked like the same partner as his father. Paul, having sex with the same woman only this time the woman's chin was in shot, I rotated the camera one way and then the other. That chin looked very familiar to me but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

When we had lived in London the area wasn't what you would call the best, everyone knew who you could take a barred cell phone too to get it opened up again, who to see when you needed a phone cloned to steal call time or data from a prepaid contract. Of course you told the guy that the phone you wanted cloning was your husband's phone and you just wanted to get out of an extra line charge from the phone company but they seldom asked for proof, often they didn't even want to see the original phone either.

I headed out to Northampton, there was bound to be someone similar in Northampton. I went into a shop and brought a pay as you go phone, not as expensive as Amanda's phone but it would do most of the things that Amanda's phone would do. I was careful to ask the guy to show me how to mute the microphone, for when I was talking to someone in the room that I didn't want the person on the other end to know about. I walked to the door, stopped and returned. "These pay as you go calls are really expensive and my husband has a contract with a mobile supplier, is there any way this phone could be put on the same line as his?"

The young man looked at me suspiciously, "Officially the provider will expect a line rental payment, usually cost almost the same as the main contract."

"No, that's no good, I only want the phone for emergencies."

The young man looked both ways to make sure his manager wasn't listening to him. He whispered, "I have a 'Friend' who can clone a phone, if you take him both phones he'll patch them together, there are disadvantages, every time your husband's phone rings, your phone will ring too and if you're talking to someone on the phone, your husband will hear you."

"That won't be problems really, so where do I find your 'Friend'?"

I was given a card with an address in one of the back roads just off Northampton's shopping centre. The shop was empty apart from an eighteen year old boy looking at porn on the Internet. I explained what I wanted and told him who had sent me to him, "Twenty quid but you have to have the prime phone with you right now!"

I handed over both phones, the sim cards were out of both phones in a second, his porn pc had various slots in it including two sim card readers. I passed over twenty pounds and the sim cards were back in the phones in a second, "What's the number of the main phone?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, he pushed a few buttons and read the number off, then he typed it into his own mobile phone and both phones sounded out in unison. "Perfect, you probably want to put yours onto vibrate, you don't want your old man to become suspicious that you're stalking his phone conversations."

Outside the shop I checked my version of Amanda's phone, all of the contacts that had been in her phone were in my phone now as well as the few photographs that had already been taken on the phone. There was a picture of Tarik, naked and on top of a small girl, her legs hooked over his hips and her face buried into his in passionate kisses. I recognised the stage Tarik was on, it was the club where we had the wedding reception the other week. 'What a small world' ran through my mind.

I don't know how the clay pits committee got access to the closed down pub but they did and during the few days leading up to the recruitment drive's first day, the pub was cleaned out and dressed theatrically for the talk that Tarik and Memmett had planned.

I was told that I would be expected to change into the Bavarian serving wench dress to get the ball rolling, that worried me slightly, I had been dressed by Johnny when I wore the dress the first time and it was very fiddly to join the jacket to the skirt. I was also worried because I was expected to take Amanda with me to help with the other kids, help do what, I had no idea!

Amanda and I turned up at the Brick Makers Arms about five to seven, five minutes before the event was scheduled to start, the ten mothers I had picked out because they were all struggling to bring up kids on their own were already waiting outside, ten mothers and fourteen kids, mostly around Amanda's age or younger.

We passed a few pleasantries before the door was opened, I wasn't really treated as one of the villagers because I came from London and because I lived in the 'Posh' gated community outside the main village. Apparently there was so much bad feeling when the community was built, mainly for 'Stealing' the school playing fields that the rest of the village wanted our community to be given a totally different name, a hamlet, set apart from the village.

We all walked through to the main bar of the pub, a flip chart stand on a small stage with two chairs on it, what had been the smoke room had been made temporarily into a play room, two Asian girls around twenty years old were waiting to entertain the children. When Tarik spotted Amanda he rushed over to her but stopped short I saw him mouth, "Which one is your mum?"

Amanda pointed in my direction and a look of realisation crossed his face.

Tarik and Memmett had a word with Amanda and she started to help the two Asian women organise games for the boys to play, then Amanda put some music on for the girls to practice dancing too. The talk went quite well, Tarik and Memmett did a very professional presentation, held everyone's interest but mine as I already knew what it was all about, one thing I did learn though, the interest in the Bavarian topless evening was so high that there was every chance that rather than just one night, there may be three or four evenings.

Then the bombshell was dropped, the topless part, great rates of pay but to get that money, the waitresses had to serve topless. "Right ladies, this is the crucial point of the evening, we understand that working topless isn't for everyone, so if you really aren't interested in earning this way, Memmet is at the door with twenty pounds for expenses and to thank you for coming to the talk tonight."

Three of the women stood up, looked at the other eight of us left sitting there and left, taking their children as well as twenty pounds from Memmett.

"Right ladies, so we can assume that the eight of you that are left are at least happy to consider working as topless waitresses, so, which one of you is going to be first to try on the costume?"

Deep down inside I was wishing that one of my neighbours would be first to volunteer but no.

"Right, Ginger, you at the back, what did you say your name was?"

"Victoria, well, call me Vicky."

"Okay, Vicky, come up here and let's find a dress in your size."

I had to force myself out of my seat and walk to the front of the room, as Tarik was sorting through the box on the floor he whispered, "You didn't tell me the other day when we talked on Amanda's phone that we had met at the Gypsy's pub the day before Victoria!"

Tarik had kept his salesman's smile fixed on his lips as he spoke so the other women didn't know he was whispering to me.

"Just go behind the curtains in the corner of the room and get changed!" Tarik said that good and loud for all the others in the room to hear, then he whispered, "Everything off please, just the outfit when you come back out, oh! And leave your panties on top of your pile of clothes on the bench behind the curtains."

'Good thing I bothered to put some on today' ran through my head as I walked away from Tarik.

As I walked across the room I was amazed at the Bavarian costume, the last time I wore it, it had weighed a ton, took an age to get into it and out again, this dress hardly weighed anything at all. I went behind the curtain and stripped totally naked, then I stepped into the dress through the back. What had been the skirt part was now attached to the top, there was broad elasticated strip around the waist that was well pleated so it was easy to step into but needed no other fastenings. The dress was split from the waist to the neck so I could just stick my arms into the sleeves and pull it over my shoulders, a single 'hook and eye' fastener at the back of the neck was all there was to keep everything in place.

I 'jiggled' my tits to make sure that they were evenly supported and framed by the open front of the dress, I didn't bother doing anything with the drawstring, just left it hanging loose. I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the curtains. I spotted Tarik nodding to his brother and then Memmet knocked on the door to the play room. As I walked to the small stage I could hear the other women muttering, some were saying the dress looked good, some weren't so sure. As Tarik bent forward a little to pull the fake white Indian cotton blouse into just the right place and tying the drawstring in a bow, the door burst open and Amanda was chasing the three older boys into the room followed by the girls. Three boys had their eyes out on stalks when they saw me with my tits out in front of the two men and their mothers.

Memmet made a big thing about getting all the kids back into the play room, Tarik waited until they were out of the room before turning me round so that the others could see the dress from behind, it wasn't gaping wide open but they could see that there was no way to hold it closed other than the neck. Tarik grabbed my left breast and squeezed it, "The men will be paying quite a lot of money for the pleasure of seeing you ladies dressed like this, you are free to slap the face of any man who does this to you but if you do, you will have slapped away your tip, your friendly reactions to the men will increase the tip they give you, so your earnings are up to you at the end of the day."

Tarik turned me round and put his hand on my arse and gave that a squeeze too, "Thank you Victoria, you have done very well, handle the punters like that on the day and you will get big tips. Okay ladies, I know that you won't all want to wear this costume to work now that you've seen it and some of you wouldn't let the guys touch like that, so same offer, anyone who wants to leave now, Memmett is waiting at the door with your twenty pounds and a hand shake, leave as good friends, take a card though, just in case you change your minds."

Two women stood up and collected their kids, took the money from Memmett and his business card. As they were leaving, Tarik said, "Before you settle down too much ladies, I'm going to expect you to change into the costume to make sure it fits before you go home, so Memmett will wait by the door in case you back out and to stop anyone walking in on you dressed like this today.

Five very worried looking young women waited in a line to give Tarik their measurements and to collect their costumes. I was watching the playroom door, three little heads were bobbing into view every so often, trying to peek at me but not get spotted doing it.

After the last woman was dressed in her costume and Tarik had 'adjusted' the fake blouse on all five costumes he gave us all a strong drink and invited one of the women to go through for an interview and to fill in the paperwork. I moved into a position where I could see into the back room that Tarik had just walked through. I could also see the other five piles of clothes behind the curtain, each set of clothes had a pair of knickers on the top, just like mine.

Tarik spent a few minutes leaning over the woman's shoulder, helping her to fill in her registration paperwork to register as self-employed and to show her where to sign her contract. Tarik was talking to the woman all the time that she was on her own with him, suddenly he leaned in and kissed her and she responded to him. Tarik had spotted me watching him but he didn't care, he had full use of her body for ten minutes. He did fuck her, it looked like he gave her two massive climaxes from where I was standing before zipping his trousers up and handing over thirty pounds.

When she came from the back room she said, "Who's next?"

She came over and took another drink and just settled in to chatting to one of her friends. I witnessed exactly the same thing with all five women. Tarik didn't climax once from what I had seen, just gave the women their pleasure and a wad of cash.

Tarik gave us another pep talk and we all had to practice carrying four full one litre mugs of beer, we had to weave in and out of chairs without spilling too much, Tarik was picking one woman at a time to get dressed, he thanked her for taking part, asked her to hand her costume and pin her name to it. I was given more training than the others, just so Tarik had an excuse to keep me until the end.

When all of the mothers had left and it was just me, Amanda, Tarik and Memmett left in the bar, Tarik gathered Amanda in his arms and kissed her, "It was really terrible darling, I had to fuck those ugly old bags but I didn't give any of them my seed, I've saved it all for you just because I love you,"

Amanda was laid in the stage and Tarik pulled her knickers off, Memmett pulled me over to a table where I could still see Amanda and Tarik and he bent me over the table and fucked me from behind as his brother fucked Amanda. After ten minutes Tarik exploded very noisily into my daughter's cunt Memmett had just been using my cunt to keep his cock hard while he waited for his brother to finish in Amanda, then he slipped out of me and walked into Amada's open arms.

After Memmett fired his load into Amanda's cunt he helped her to her feet and she walked over to me as if they had just shaken hands with each other. We sat around the table drinking alcohol, even Amanda had a glass of the strong cocktail. "Well, five women for around five hundred pounds including expenses and twenty names and addresses for the next two recruitment sessions. I'm beginning to really like you village women."

Tarik looked lovingly into Amanda's eyes, "And what about you my darling, did you do what I asked?"

Amanda nodded her head enthusiastically, "I played with all the boys' cocks and three of the other girls did it too, and the three girls said that they would like to meet you as friends somewhere if their mums weren't around."

Did you put their names and addresses in my little book for me?"

"Yes and one has her own mobile phone, I put her number in your book too, and she goes to bed at eight usually so I told her to put her phone on vibrate when she goes to bed."

"Good girl, you did very well,"

"Oh, and Sophie Williams, she has an email address and her computer is in her bedroom, so I put her address down too."

"Does she have a webcam?"

"No, but I asked her if she would use a webcam with you if I found her one."

"Good girl, you remembered everything."

Tarik kissed Amanda lovingly on the lips. "Even better that I could have dreamt of five women for the punters and three girls for me and all for just five hundred pounds."

On Thursday I noticed a car outside Gail Wilson's house, Gail was one of the other mother's from the recruitment drive, mother of Simon, one of the boys that Amanda had rubbed the cock of during the evening. It was a very expensive Mercedes 550 AMG, the car really stood out parked in the street outside a council house. My curiosity was piqued so I crossed the road to look in the car, it could have been a doctors car or something. The sounds coming from the bedroom window left little doubt in my mind that the car's owner wasn't the doctor.

I walked up and down the road for twenty minutes listening to Gail gasping through orgasm after orgasm and then almost got caught as the guy kissed Gail on her cheek as he stepped out into the street, Gail was dressed in just a cheap cotton dressing gown with nothing under, she was holding a twenty pound note in her hand and as the man walked away from her he said, "And don't worry, I won't tell Memmett about the tip."

'So, just a few hours after the recruitment drive and Gail was already earning Tarik and Memmett money,' flashed through my mind,

Gail looked at me, a glimmer of recognition on her face, "Oh! Hi Vicky, I decided not to take the waitress job after all, you seemed well up for it though."

I nodded my head, "I thought I'd give it a go, at least my old man is at home if I need Amanda looking after while I'm serving the perverts."

I went into the shop and twenty minutes later another car pulled up in front of Gail's house, the guy knocked on her front door and Gail opened the door, still in her dressing gown, there was a conversation, lots of nodding of heads, a shake of the hands, Gail looked up and down the street and stepped aside. I moved to the till and looked across the road again, Gail had stepped aside and the man walked past her and straight up her stairs. From the shop I even watched as the man took his shirt off and handed over cash to Gail, the man then bent over, obviously taking his trousers off and Gail slipped her dressing gown off and disappeared from view.

My mouth was dry, I had brought things I didn't need, just to have an excuse to stay in the shop. I detoured under Gail's open bedroom window on my way home to listen to her being fucked once again. Johnny was away from home, stocktaking up north again so I hadn't seen him since Monday morning. Usually I would be fine, I could easily go a month or more without sex but I was a newly addicted 'Sex-a-holic' and after Wednesday evening's shag from Memmett that didn't really satisfy me and the action going on in Gail's bedroom, I needed sex and I was desperate.

I rushed home and phoned my father-in-law's number, "Donald Porter!"

"Hi dad, 'what ya doin'?" I said in my little girl voice.

"I'm in a business meeting in London, why?"

"Oh! Nothing...I was just a little, erm, bored, wondered if you were passing for a coffee or something...but that's okay, I've got tons of housework to do!"

"Why don't you take a bike ride down to the clay pits, take that pretty white bikini, the one that Johnny got from work for you the other day, or better still, wear it on your bike for the ride, you'll love it!"

Well, it wasn't the perfect solution, in fact, it could make me even more frustrated than I was now but I had to try something, it did cross my mind that I could just use Amanda's mobile phone, which I was still managing her availability on, to ring Tarik or Memmett and tell them to send one of their customers my way. I quickly shook that idea out of my head though.

I dressed in my bikini and was about to put on a t-shirt and skirt on top but it was already too hot and I knew that cycling to the clay pits would make me even hotter, so I smothered myself in factor fifty sun oil, wrapped a sarong around my waist, popped a towel, a bottle of wine (screw top), a plastic beaker and a wide necked thermos flask of ice cubes into the basket on the front of my shopper bike and set off.

On the ride to the clay pits four cars passed me and four drivers tooted their horns at me when they realised how I was dressed. By the time I reached the car park at the top of the clay pits I was so turned on, so rampantly horny that I could hardly stand up by myself. I had to say, "Disappointed" though, my little shopper bike was the only vehicle in the car park.

I walked down to the water's edge and spread my towel on the grassy bank, before I untied my sarong I heard the sound of a car up on the car park road. A really fit looking man appeared over the apex of the ridge and started down, 'Interesting' flashed in my head, then a woman appeared behind him and again "Disappointed" screamed out in my head, so much so that I lay back down and stopped looking in their direction.

I settled down to a little light sunbathing, most people had a voice in their head telling them what to do and what not to do but the voice spurring me on wasn't in my head, it was between my legs. I must have been trying to gag it, to stop it complaining about lack of action because I had my hand covering it, I wasn't exactly finger-fucking myself, I was just laying there with the flat of my hand covering it and my legs wide open, just pressing down and massaging slightly.

I heard voices behind me, there were acres and acres of private little spaces around the pits and the couple had chosen my little cove to stop in, that would make it even harder for me to get the sex that would quieten down the little voice between my legs. I twisted round to look over at the couple; I thought that if I scowled at them they may decide not to stop, to go and find a clearing of their own to sunbathe in. The man had a camera in his hands and the woman was stripping down from her street clothes to her bikini and as she undressed he was photographing her as she did.

I was very frustrated, I wished I had stopped at home now, the man kept looking at the cameras manual and I could hear things like, "Okay, let's try it again on this setting." Or, "That didn't work, pose again for me!" My hand was still on top of my pussy mound, on the outside of my bikini bottoms, I had stopped pressing down and rubbing though and that wasn't helping my frustrations one little bit.

I began to enjoy the heat of the sun on my body and was almost drifting off to sleep when there was an apologetic little cough from about five feet behind me. I twisted my body slightly to look behind me; the woman was standing a few feet away, "Hi, I'm Sue, I'm sorry to disturb you but my husband, Ben, is trying out his birthday present and he's asked me if I could get you to let him take a picture of us both together."

I wasn't doing anything better with my time so I just said, "Sure, where?"

"Can I join you on your towel?"

I nodded my head and Sue waved her husband over to join us. Ben gathered up their stuff and almost ran over to us; the box the camera had been in still had the sweet little bow stuck to the top of it.

I sat up and Ben posed us so that we looked like mirror images of each other and took a few photographs, then he looked at Sue and kind of nodded his head in my direction, "Ben brought me here so he could take a few, well, you know, something like topless pictures, do you ever go topless here?" "Interesting!" jumped into my head, I turned my back on Sue so that she could untie the bow on the back of my bikini top if she wanted too.

Sue looked up at Ben and smiled before tugging at the bow and I pulled the neck string over my head. Ben took several photographs as I turned back to face him, Sue's eyes were kind of fixed on my tits, then she kind of shook her head, shook herself out of staring at me before turning her back towards me for me to undo her top for her, as I did, Ben was snapping dozens of pictures. I asked, "How many photographs can he take on that thing?"

"Oh, about ten thousand, I got him the extra large memory pack."

Sue and I sat side by side about a foot apart while Ben took a few pictures, then he said, "I'd like to try and form a heart shape, will you pose like that for me please?"

We had to shuffle our bottoms so that our hips were touching while we were still facing Ben, then he asked us to lean apart slightly and next he asked us to turn and face each other. Ben had positioned us perfectly so that as our upper bodies turned my nipples brushed against Sue's nipples, just the gentlest of kisses of flesh against flesh. There was just a rapid series of clicks coming from Ben's camera.

I couldn't see the heart shape myself but something was tickling Sue as she was giggling away like an idiot, giggling that was causing her thirty-six inch 'DD' breasts to 'jiggle about' rather a lot and as they did, her nipples were rubbing up and down against my thirty-six inch 'C' cup breasts. It didn't take many seconds before all four of our nipples were standing out like we had just entered a sudden ice age.

Ben's camera was firing off so often that I thought it may over heat at any moment, a little bit like me. The clicking stopped and Ben was zooming the large lens in and out, then he said, "Looks like there is some lint or grass on your...."

Ben didn't get the chance to finish his comment before Sue looked at the side of my breast and said, "I'll get it!"

Sue's hand moved rapidly to the side of my breast and as she cupped it in her hand she whispered, "I hope you don't mind, this has been Ben's overriding fantasy since our wedding night."

I realised that Sue was setting me up, 'don't worry, I'll return the favour for you very soon' ran through my mind. I didn't push Sue's hand away so she continued to fondle my breast while Ben snapped away; he had quite a boner in his trousers from seeing his wife playing with my tits.

Sue was laughing nervously as she cupped her hand under my breast and lifted it up and then she bent forward and sucked my nipple into her mouth. She was looking up into my eyes as she sucked and nibbled on my nipple to gauge my reaction. Neither of us needed to look at Ben to gauge his reaction though; he was pressing the shutter release button two or three times faster than the camera could function.

Ben was almost dancing around us trying to capture the perfect angle for his photograph. After a few minutes of playing with my nipple in her mouth Sue began pushing me backwards so that I ended up falling onto my back and as soon as my back hit the towel Sue began to kiss her way up my breast towards my mouth as she did, her hand slipped from my breast and headed towards my bikini bottoms. As her hand passed over the flat of my stomach, the clicking of Ben's camera stopped momentarily and I felt a tugging on the bow at the side of my bikini bottoms so Sue had no obstruction as her fingertips slid over the ginger haze, where my pussy hair was starting to grow back, and into my sexual valley beyond.

Sue hit my clitoris hard and fast, my back arched off of the towel in a flash, I wasn't getting off the way I expected but any loving at that moment was better than none. I lost track of time and the number of climaxes that Sue gave me but at some point she had moved her body over mine and without breaking contact between her fingers and my cunt, Ben had removed Sue's bikini bottoms and was now kneeling between my thighs fucking her doggy style.

If I had been at all composed I would have admired Sue's strength and dexterity, as Ben was fucking her she held her body up with her left hand and continued masturbating me with the other as she was gasping through a string of very powerful orgasms.

"Sue, I'm about ready darling." Ben said through gritted teeth, Sue propelled her body out from between us and turned, seemingly in mid-air, Ben crashed down on top of me, his cock finding my cunt still gaping open from Sues fingers and he took over fucking me without missing a beat. Sue landed on my face and her dripping wet cunt covered my mouth and as she and Ben kissed, he fucked my cunt while Sue fucked my mouth, hard!

Ben gave me three massive orgasms before he shuddered to a halt and I felt the tell-tale warmth spreading through my body as Ben's semen fired out of his cock, deep into my body. Ben and Sue rolled off of me and fell onto their backs on my towel. Sue took Ben's cock in her mouth and she used her hand to make sure that every last drop of his seed was milked from his balls. Sue returned to me and kissed me on my lips before twisting her body and beginning to clean between my legs with her tongue, trying to get every last drop of Ben's seed out of my cunt.

Once Sue was sure there wasn't the slightest drop of Ben still in me Sue turned again and kissed me on the lips once more. Ben was back to snapping pictures of the two of us Sue whispered, "Thanks for taking Bens cum, I'd have let him finish off in me but I've already had to have two abortions because he made me pregnant."

"Why didn't you just have the babies?"

"Couldn't risk it, brothers and sisters aren't supposed to have babies together!"

All I could say was, "OH!"

As Sue dressed, I went in my handbag and took out one of the fliers, "If you want a bit more fun, you should come here with me tomorrow night."

I felt a little guilty giving Sue the flyer but if she had a job she probably wouldn't be at the pits at that time of the day and she certainly seemed to enjoy sex. And anyway, I had already given up five people I knew to Tarik and Memmett for sex so why should I worry about a stranger.

I cycled home and arrived just in time meet Amanda from school, she asked me if I had her mobile phone in my handbag, I handed it over to her and she took a piece of paper from her pocket and typed a number into the keypad screen. "Hi Sophie, I've put your number into my phone now, I'll send the pictures over to your new phone, just give me a minute, oh, okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Who was that?"

"Sophie Williams, she got her new phone from Tarik on her way to school this morning, I was showing her how to use it at break time and told her I had some good pictures on my phone but her mum just walked in on her."

I was a little confused, the kids had only just come out of class and I hadn't spotted Sophie with the rest of them, "Where is Sophie?"

"At home, she went home at lunchtime instead of staying for lunch and didn't come back this afternoon."

"Why did she do that?"

"She met Memmett for lunch; I think he took her to an auction."

It seemed that Tarik and Memmett were around the village more than I thought at the moment.

I had to go to another recruitment drive at seven o'clock and one the next day but I had refused to do any on Saturday or Sunday as Johnny would be home then and I wanted to give him my undivided attention, well, as undivided as he wanted.

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