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Written: 07 May 2019

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When 29 Becomes 30

by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, M/F, MM/F, F/F, b/F, m/F Oral, Anal, Prostitution, Underage, Beast

It was the last day of my twenties and I was spending it alone...well, not exactly alone. I was in fact standing in as the barmaid at the Clark's Warriors Club House. This Saturday was the first preseason training day before the new season started and I was expecting sixty senior team members to use the bar during or after the training session, there would also be ten coaching staff and any number of friends and family plus the three officials. The players wouldn't be drinking of course, not during their first training session but the coaches and friends could be drinking hard.

I opened the clubhouse at eight o'clock and by ten after eight I'd pulled twenty pints. I was busy for two hours and then there was a lull. It was a warm day; summer was closing in on autumn and the start of the rugby season. The various coaches had gathered the players from their own disciplines together to choose sides and talk strategies. I was alone in the bar so I took a break; I put a cushion on top of an empty beer barrel and sat down to read a true romance novel that my father-in-law had given me when I last saw him.

When the bar was busy you never noticed the noise from the pumps, the cooling plant and the extraction hood at the back of the bar but as I tried to read I noticed a bad squeak from the extraction fan that wouldn't let me dissolve into my book. We didn't really need the fan since the smoking ban in public places but at the height of the summer it did cause a pleasant backdraught behind the bar. I turned the fan off and as the squeaking subsided I heard faint voices from above.

"...Ron wants you to just watch today, get a feel for the place and the other players. I retired last season, I think I was the oldest back row player in the league, been playing for this team, on and off for forty years...only got three outings last year though as a sub for when everything went to shit."

The voices got louder until it sounded like they were standing next to me. I recognised the retired player's voice, he was Harry Black and the first time he tried to get into my knickers was when I was twelve. I was playing for Clark's Fillies, the under fifteen's girl's rugby team. Harry Black was a first team player, he was thirty-three years old but he liked to hang around and watch the Fillies play. We didn't get to play all that often though, there were only six girl's teams in our division that played full contact rugby so we only got ten games a year.

'why did I remember that day...probably because my true romance novel was turning out to be more 'light blue' than true romance, it used quite testosterone fuelled language, they fucked in the story rather than made love.

"Thanks for showing me round Harry."

"My pleasure Jason, next week I'll be running you through tackle training, see how you handle yourself. The boss will be here in an hour for the kick off of the first team match against the players who want places on the first team! I need to go and knock some shape into the Fillies, you can come and watch if you like, we've got some gorgeous young girls...very fit if you know what I mean!"

"I'd rather get to know her...what's her story?"

I looked up from my book, Jason was a new player, my father-in-law had poached him from a southern league club, Ron wasn't allowed to offer a player money to play in our league but Jason had been offered a house, rent free, a job at Clarke Industries and a company car for a twenty hour week, paying thirty pounds an hour to start.

"You won't get any joy out of her mate, she's the wife of one of our directors, crying shame really, the boy's call her old man the Pope because he spends more time in church than he does in bed with her!"

"She looks like she's gagging for it mate...just look at the way she's dressed!"

Harry laughed, "She always dresses like that in the summer, just a hint of her magnificent tits spilling out over her 'V' neck dress...mind you, I've seen her tits in the flesh."

"How come?"

"I was watching the Fillies play, like I did for every one of their matches, I was trying to get on their coaching staff, just to get easier access to the girls...Issy was playing in the back row, she was supposed to be in the centre..."

My mind raced back seventeen years, there were four Victoria's in the team Back then so the coaches called all four of us by our middle names, I was Victoria Elizabeth Porter so they wanted to call me Liz, or Lizzie, which I hated and there were three Porters, so we compromised on Issy and Harry was the last of the old school who still called me Issy!

"... Issy was way out of position, she was on the left wing, her coach was screaming at her to get back into position, because of that, Brenda Porter gave the ball a lofting, 'Up and Under' kick, it drifted down four feet in front of Issy. She jumped up, just as two Metal Box players did, she wrestled the ball out of their hands in mid air, and one of the Metal Box players was a good six inches taller than Issy too. When Issy hit the ground with the ball in hand, the taller girl had a hand full of Issy's collar; the coach stopped shouting at Issy to get back into position and screamed at her to pump her legs. Anyway...the Metal Box player ripped Issy's shirt clean off her back...and you know what..."

"No, what?"

"Issy wasn't wearing a bra...now I've seen girls getting their shirts ripped, even when wearing a bra, they always run for the dressing room with their arms clamped across their chests...but not Issy, she just carried on running up the touchline, there were three Metal Box players between Issy and the try line, she drew all three of them in, and just as all three of them tackled her, she did a sweeping back pass to Brenda Porter before Issy dragged the three Metal Box players down and stopped them going after Brenda..."

I looked up, both men were standing outside the bar on the veranda looking at me, I looked down at my knees, fortunately Jason and dirty Harry couldn't see how much of my thighs were on display because of the shortness of my dress and the way that I was sitting, I remembered that match, Harry tried to get me to go back with him to his house after the match, I'd attracted his interest because he'd seen my tits.

"...and after Brenda scored her try, we all expected Issy to run for the changing rooms but we were wrong, the girl who had ripped her shirt off was still standing on the halfway line, holding Issy's ripped shirt, Issy just walked back to her, breasts covered in mud and nothing else and she snatched her shirt back, then she walked to the bench and calmly took a new shirt and pulled it over her head..."

Harry offered me a lift home for the first time that day, I said "No thanks!" because I knew what Harry wanted, we all knew what payment Harry expected for a lift home, the offer of a lift was tantamount to asking a girl for sex and I'd been programmed almost from birth to say no to men, even though that had led to a very boring life. John Clarke was the only man I'd ever said yes to when I agreed to marry him...mainly because I knew that he wouldn't make too many sexual demands on me.

"...I tried to take her home, she said no then, and every time I tried to get her alone after that she said no! We've had six hundred men through this club in the last seventeen years, and just about every one of those men has tried it on with her, and every one has been knocked back!"

"What about her old man?"

"The Pope you mean... were not sure if even he's been successful yet."

"How long have they been married?"

"Seven years, and still no baby!"

"No wonder she looks like she's gagging for it!"

"You can try but you won't get any further than anyone else."

"I'll bet you twenty quid that I'll be in her knickers before the final match of the season!"

"Make it forty and you're on! But I doubt that she'd do anything in public...so how will I know you've been successful?"

"Don't worry, if I can't prove it, I won't try to claim the money."

Listening to Harry and Jason talking was like being a character in my mildly blue story. A shiver ran through my body, I crossed my fingers, hoping that the new guy didn't make the mistake of asking me for sex, it had been six months since my Easter shag and that had been as disappointing as every other time with John, he only wanted to do me if I lay perfectly still and controlled myself, if I came close to an orgasm John would freeze and that would be the end of the fuck. I longed to take the place of one of the women in my story and have her sexual experiences for myself.

A voice in the distance called Harry away, he waved at them and then turned back to Jason, "Are you coming to watch the Fillies train?"

"No I think I'll start working on Issy straight away!"

Jason walked in the bar, I pressed my dress down between my legs to close off any view of my knickers now that Jason was closing in on the bar that was hiding my lower body and then I berated myself internally. I jumped off of my perch, "What can I get you?'"

"A pint of bitter please darling...and have one yourself."

"Best or guest?"

"What's the difference?"

"Best is one-twenty, guest is one-thirty."

"One pound twenty a pint...have I stumbled into the nineteen seventies or something?"

I chuckled, "No, Ron Clarke only charges penny a pint more than he pays the supplier for it, he doesn't want to make a profit out of the players!"

"And what are you having?"

"I don't usually drink..."

"Go on, I'm the new boy, have a drink with me!"

"Okay then, thanks, I'll have a vodka and orange."

"Okay, a SCREW...driver. What do I owe you?"

"The Chairman is picking up your tab until you start working!"

Jason gave me a surprised smile and then he started his charm offensive on me. Okay I wasn't getting any further on in my book but having Jason flattering me was nice, and he didn't seem to be the kind of man who would ask for anything, he looked like he was a taker and I found that very exciting.

I collected the empty glasses from around the bar and Jason followed me around the room. I stacked the empties on the bar above the sink, Jason was breathing down my neck but he still hadn't made a move on me...I was about to give up when I had an idea. Players weren't supposed to take alcohol into the changing rooms but one or two did, I usually waited until after the men had gone home before I checked for glasses in there but...

"Could you be a love and..." I was about to ask Jason to look for glasses in the changing rooms but stopped myself, that would have defeated the object, "...check to see if the changing rooms are empty for me so that I can collect any glasses that are in there?"

Jason opened the changing room door, he looked in and then called out, "Anyone in there?". He waited a moment, "Okay Issy, no one's in here!"

Jason stood in the doorway, his back against the door, holding it open. In the past, I would have insisted that a man moved out of the way before I entered...or at least turned my back on him and rushed past as quickly as I could. As I approached him a shudder ran through my body. I took a deep breath, faced him and shuffled past him slowly. When my body was square on to him, he leaned forward; he pressed his groin against my belly and stole a kiss.

I wanted to respond, press back with my belly and lips but I chickened out...I berated myself again, 'Why am I doing this? If I don't want it, why aren't I just sitting behind the bar reading about women who do want to have sex?'

I saw a moment of opportunity; someone had sat at one of the benches to get changed and then pushed the glass right under the bench, close to the wall behind the bench. I would usually crouch down in front of the bench and reach under, especially when I was wearing such a short dress... I knew that if I bent over, the back of my knickers would pop into view.

The door closed, I almost spun on the spot to see if Jason had left...he had closed the door but was still on my side of it. The door locked from the inside with a thumb wheel, Jason was using his body to try and hide the fact that he was locking us in the room.

To crouch and preserve my modesty and dignity or bend over and flash my knickers at him? That was the question!

My left hand slapped down on the bench seat, l leaned forward and reached behind the bench. I looked at my feet, they were about sixteen inches apart and his feet shuffled between them, I repeated a mantra to myself over and over again, 'Don't ask me...just please don't ask me for sex!'

His hands slipped onto my hips, they slid down over my buttocks...he pulled the back of my dress up and folded it back over the small of my back. He was rubbing his hands over the back of my knickers and pressing his trouser covered cock against my bum through my knickers, I looked back between my legs again, his trousers and underpants were slipping down past his knees.

He reached for the waistband of my granny panties and pulled them down but because my legs were so far apart, he couldn't pull them down far enough to get access. I looked over my shoulder just as he grabbed the left hand side of my knickers in both hands, I spotted his erection and gasped just as he pulled his hands apart, ripping the side seam out of my knickers completely. My gasp wasn't because Jason was about to rip my knickers off, it was because I'd seen his cock!

Jason's cock was twice as long as John's and almost twice as fat too. I was distracted by my torn knickers hitting my right ankle and suddenly I gasped again, this time it was a gasp of pain. I was forced to stand upright by the pain of his cock bulldozing into my body. He reacted quickly, my sudden movement had all but dislodged him from my body. He slapped me hard between my shoulders, forcing me over again, this time I didn't have the palms of my hands flat on the bench, my fingers had hooked over the back of the bench and I was gripping it as if I was trying to stop myself falling from a great height.

I looked up between my legs, I was fuller than I'd ever been in my life before and there was still at least three inches of his cock to go. He gave a violent thrust, another half an inch of his cock battered into my cunt and I gasped in pain again. Five more thrusts, five more complaining gasps from me and I felt his abdomen press into my buttocks.

"Fucking hell, you're a tight bitch....this must be the feeling that old bastard Harry's looking for from his eleven year old Fillies!"

It had taken seven or eight thrusts for Jason to get his cock fully engaged, he pulled back a quarter to a half an inch and rammed back in again, ten, twelve times only, he complained that I was too tight and just as I was closing in on my orgasm, his upper body weight fell on my back. I felt his body spasm on my back, his cock jerk inside my cunt and I got a feeling I'd never felt before, a jet of his spunk blasting deep into my body.

Whenever I'd had sex with John before, his entry was far gentler, almost an apology for intruding into my body, he did last longer though, just so long as I lay motionless, my arms at my side and my legs only open as wide as needed for him to gain access. John's time with his priest had given him lots of hang ups, the main one being, 'A man's wife should never enjoy sex, it is her punishment for committing her act of original sin!' and 'Only a whore or a mistress enjoys sex.'

Well, I was disappointed that I hadn't reached touchdown with Jason but then I'd never got there with John either, so it might just be something defective inside me! 'Wait, go back a bit, was I Jason's mistress...if I was, there was something important to remember from the 'The Adulterer's handbook volume five', if a woman has unprotected sex with her lover, she should give her husband the best sex ever, the same day, or the next day at the latest...just in case she had fallen pregnant by her lover, so that her husband would remember the date of his fuck and assume that the baby was his!'

Would I be able to get John to fuck me? It wasn't Easter, the resurrection fuck was six months ago, we were four months away from our Christmas shag and our anniversary fuck was coming up in three weeks time. We only fucked those three times in a year...perhaps, if he pulled off the deal with the Germans, I could ride on that tidal wave of euphoria.

'What was that?', my body had rejected his cock, my cunt had pushed him out of me, I watched as his still huge, but flaccid cock fell. It reminded me of a stallion's cock after mating, the way it fell in a cascade of spunk out of the mare's cunt. I thought it was all over before...now, looking at his shrinking cock between my legs I knew it was.

I reached down behind the bench and picked the glass up, I stood up, my dress fell into place, covering my nakedness. I turned; Jason was still naked from the waist down, his pants around his ankles. I went to sidestep him to collect another glass but he hooked his left hand over the back of my neck, pulling my face into his, 'Oh...' I thought, '...he wants a post-coital kiss.'

Well, John always gave me a post-coital kiss, just a quick peck on the lips before turning his back on me and slipping off to sleep. That was when, if I wanted an orgasm, I would take a quick shower in the bathroom, using the excuse of washing my insides out to get off on the shower's spray against my clitoris.

Jason wasn't giving me a quick peck on the lips though; this was full blown passion, forcing me to put the pint glass I was holding down again.

He parted his lips, the tip of his tongue was trying to invade my mouth, I'd never kissed like that before but in the stories from Mills and Boon, if I parted my lips for him it meant that I was interested in him...way past that stage. If I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth it meant I wanted another part of his body in mine...passed that stage too. All that was left was my tongue going into his mouth...what the fuck did that mean...

Jason pulled his T-shirt off, now he was naked, he gathered the front of my dress up, lifted it all the way up, until my bra came into view...my heart lifted, perhaps it wasn't over after all...

Jason's hands paused at the bottom strap of my bra, he hooked his thumbs under the strap, pulled the cups away from my body and lifted, dress and bra over the top of my head, pushing the whole mess behind my neck like a scarf, he leaned forward and started biting my breasts, nothing gentle or loving, he bit quiet hard all over my tits. He took my right hand and placed it on his flaccid cock, "Rub!" he growled.

I'd never rubbed John's cock before, in fact I'd never deliberately touched it with my hand before...today was certainly a day of firsts...first time a man had bitten my nipples, first time a man had bitten my neck...first time a man had rubbed my cunt with his fingers...no, wait, back up again...

...Harry had done that, when I was twelve, he was giving me a lift home to explain to my mother how my rugby shirt had been ripped. He sat me in the front passenger seat of his car, he was supposed to be strapping me in, as his left hand pulled the seatbelt across my chest, his right hand slipped onto my left thigh and wriggled up under my skirt. I just looked into his eyes as he reached my knickers but I didn't try to stop him or object in any way, not even when he pulled my knickers to one side and pushed his middle finger up me...I was perfectly happy until he spoke and said totally the wrong thing!!

"Can I take you to my house and fuck you?"

I pushed his hand away, "No! Take me straight home! NOW!"

He looked shocked; he must have had me pegged as a dead cert, especially after my performance on the pitch and how fast he got to my honey pot! I, for my part, would have been happy for Harry to do whatever he wanted to do to me, all the girls who trained with the Fillies team knew Harry and what he wanted from us younger girls and I was happy to let him do it, even right there in the car park with everyone around, but when he asked for sex my mother's training kicked in!

"Do you suck John's cock for him?"

I shook my head, 'Please don't ask me to suck your cock...please don't ask...' repeated over and over in my head...not that I didn't want to try sucking Jason's cock, almost every trashy novel that my father-in-law passed on to me had women and girls depicted as cock sucking nymphomaniacs who would rather suck a man's cock than shake his hand. I'd read about it so often that I thought I ought to try it, but I knew that John wouldn't be happy to let me try it out on him...no, in fact, I was worried that if Jason asked me to do something sexual, the spell would be broken and I'd revert to my mother's brainwashing.

Jason put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down so that I was sitting in front of him on the bench, breathing a sigh of relief. He captured my hand that was still rubbing up and down his cock. He lifted my hand, and because it still had his cock grasped loosely in it, his cock lifted. It looked like he was lining his cock up with my mouth but I took the initiative, I leaned forward and took his cockhead into my mouth before he had the chance to ask me to, I sucked gently as I rubbed his cock with my hand. Even though his cock was sleeping, just its head filled my mouth. I applied a little more suction as I tightened my grip on his cock causing his cock to start growing, I hadn't realised how much it had grown, my lips were still three inches away from his belly, as they had been when I first started to suck him but I suddenly needed to cough when his cockhead hit the back of my throat and I was so shocked that I pulled my head back to get off his cock. I was surprised to see that the ring of saliva I'd left behind on his cock was five inches from the little eye at the end of his cock.

He tried to get his cock back into my mouth but I couldn't stretch my jaw open wide enough to get his mushroom head back into my mouth without grazing it badly with my teeth so Jason pushed me down onto my back, I ended up with one calf hanging down in front of the bench and the other down the back. Jason knelt between my knees and rammed his cock into me again. This time there was no pain as he fucked me violently but I was still panting as if I was in pain but this time I was panting hard because I was climaxing from his first thrust.

My first adulterous fuck had lasted just ninety seconds, he climaxed... I didn't. My second adulterous fuck reached nineteen minutes, I climaxed the whole nineteen minutes but just as he was about to cum, a voice called out from the bar, "Anybody there?"

I pushed up, trying to get him off my body, "Someone's in the bar, I've got to go and serve him!"

I almost dislodged him but he slapped me down...he pressed his hand down on my throat, pinning me down onto the bench...I wasn't worried that he was trying to hurt me, he was just getting a kick out of controlling me, risking getting caught by another customer or player. He crashed his body down on mine as hard as he could, five more times and he filled me for a second time and then let me get up...as I rolled into a sitting position, my cunt gave out a massive fart and an almost solid lump of jelly splotched out, onto the bench.

I stood up quickly, the bench was soaking wet and the thick spunk made it look like someone had been spitting think phlegm over it. I struggled to get my dress and bra back into place, managing to get my bra cups to cover my tits but the straps were all twisted and I spotted that the 'V' neck of my dress was stretched out of shape and the stitching at the point of the 'V' was torn, showing far more of my cleavage and bra cups than had been on show before I committed adultery.

I hopped to the door, pulling my torn knickers off of my right ankle as I went, balling them into my left hand as I rushed into the bar.

I stopped at the door to the bar, took a deep breath and shook my head to try and get my hair back into place. I opened the door just as George Porter called, "Paul, are you there?"

Paul should have been on duty at the bar today, I was just minding the store until Paul finished work. George was a distant relative of mine, he was either my mother's uncle or a third cousin but he rarely went to family functions. George had been a player at the club from before Ron took over as chairman and changed the teams name but George had taken a kick to the head when he was nineteen years old...Ron had delivered the kick, a pure accident but it left George damaged for the rest of his life.

Ron gave George a job at the farm, working for Paul, so George came to the bar when Paul was serving to score free booze from his boss.

"Paul's stuck on the farm George; he'll be in as soon as he can...pint of best is it?"

"No...no, I'd better wait for Paul, he knows what I like!"

I knew what he liked too...he liked his beer to be free! I poured a pint for George, "Paul said this is on the house!"

George shouted out, "Thanks Paul!" as if Paul had told me to give George a free drink when in fact, anything George wanted was always put against my father-in-law's tab, part of Ron's guilt trip.

There were lots of jobs that needed doing, the glasses in the first teams changing room still needed collecting but the cold shelf, under the bar needed restocking, easier to do that while there was only George in the bar...and now Jason was back in the bar area, he walked through the door tucking his T-shirt into his trousers as he came in.

I squatted down this time as I didn't have knickers on to flash at the boys while I rotated the stock on the cold shelf and made a list of what was needed from the store room.

George said, "It's a pity she's wearing a bra isn't it?"

I looked up, George and Jason were leaning over the bar looking down the front of my torn dress.

""You're right old-timer, I've just seen them and they are fabulous... you'd think that she'd take it off so we boys can have a cheap thrill while she's bending over like that, wouldn't you?"

George readily agreed and gave a chuckle.

I needed to consider this state of affairs, had Jason just asked...or rather told me to take my bra off. I was confused!

I took my list of mixers and juices that needed replacing on the cold shelf and went through to the stock room, I still needed to sort my bra straps out and get my tits seated in the cups properly so I went behind the door to block the view from the bar and started untwisting the straps, as I straightened the straps, it became obvious that Jason had stretched the elastic in the bottom strap and worse, he had strained the fastener at the back too.

I didn't really have an option now, I had to take my bra off, whether Jason had told me to or not! I smoothed the front of my dress down and then turned quickly, my left breast popped out. I'd have to be careful how I moved from now on until I got home!

I took the mixers out to the back of the bar, crouched down again facing Harry and George, "How about that old-timer?" Jason was grinning down at me from above the bar, George leaned over too.

"they're bloody fantastic, just like her mum's!"

I saw Harry stepping back onto the veranda, he'd spent an hour drilling the Fillies in their tackling game and now they were running around the perimeter fence to build stamina.

Jason saw him outside just watching the Fillies run past on their first circuit, "Give me a pint of whatever Harry drinks darling!"

I pulled a pint of best and handed it to him. I watched Jason open the door to the veranda and then I moved to the barrel that I'd been sitting on earlier to read my book...the barrel that was directly under the ducting for the bars extractor fan.

"Here, you look like you need this!"

"Thanks mate."

"Oh, and by the way, you owe me forty quid!"

"No! I don't believe you!"

"It's true, I told you there'd be proof of sex before I asked you for payment...and by the way, with Issy, it turns out that you don't ask her for sex...you just have to take what you want, without saying anything!"

"And, what's the proof?"

"Go into the first team's changing room, look at the bench under peg fifteen, you'll see Issy's arse print in my spunk on the bench!"

Harry stomped off down the side of the building toward the field entrance into the changing rooms, Jason was about to return to the bar but stopped, "Hi boss, want a drink?"

Ron, my father-in-law, stepped onto the veranda, "Not for me thanks Jason...what do you think of the place then?"

"Great facilities, expert trainers and a barmaid that fucks like a steam train! I'm in heaven"

Ron looked into the bar with a confused expression on his face because he'd expected Paul, his number two son to be working the bar at that time. Ron smiled at me, "Probably not a good idea to share that information with too many people Jason, especially not her husband!"

"Who's her husband?"

"You'll meet him on Monday morning, you'll be writing his contracts for him for the foreseeable future!"

"Fuck...that's shitting on my own doorstep isn't it? Erm...Ron...we won't have any problems over what I've done will we? I mean, isn't he your son?"

"He is and we won't, just so long as you don't go around bragging in front of John or his team!"

"I was expecting you to tell me not to do it again!"

Ron grinned at me again, "No, I think a good fucking is just what she needs every now and then! Now come down and watch the competition for the remaining places on the team!"

As Ron and Jason walked down to the main pitch, Harry came into the bar, he was looking down at his hand, his thumb pressed against the pads of his middle and index fingers, he pulled his thumb away and drew a string that looked like the cheese stringing from a freshly cut pizza.

Harry looked over at me, I could see the computer in his head making calculations and then a jolt as the answer popped into his head, "Erm, Issy...there's a load of dirty glasses in the first team changing room, shall I collect them for you?"

"Is the room empty?"

"Yes, they're all out on the pitch!"

"In that case, I'll fetch them myself love but thanks for the offer."

I wet a dishcloth and picked up a dry towel, to clean the bench before anyone else found the mess. I expected Harry to stand in the doorway as Jason had done earlier to create a pinch point but he didn't, I was quite disappointed!

I went into the changing room, my back to the door and I bent over to clean the bench, Harry was looking from the open doorway, my bare arse flashed at him...as I dried off the soapy water Harry finally plucked up the courage to move, he stepped up behind me and stroked my bum. I stood up, turned to face him, he winced, expecting a slap across his face but I just smiled at him.

Harry did a lightening strike of a kiss on my lips and he jumped away from me again, expecting an act of retribution but none came so he kissed me again, longer, more passionate. He pressed the tip of his tongue against my lips, as I opened my mouth, I thought, my second tongue in one day.

Harry pushed my shoulder straps over my arms and my dress sailed to the floor, just as George appeared behind Harry in the doorway! Harry stepped back a foot and took my body in with his eyes, "You look exactly like your mother when you're naked..." he laughed, "...even down to the bite marks on your tits!"

"You've never seen my mother naked!"

He grinned and nodded his head.

"Liar...when?" it crossed my mind that Harry and my mother were the same age, he could have been friendly with her in their youth but she had been sent away to Leicester when she was five years old, to live with her grandparents because her own mother had a nervous breakdown so she wasn't around Harry when they were growing up. It was while my mother was in Leicester that she had learnt to say no to sexual opportunities, the same message she had drummed into me all my life.

"How long have you been married?"

"Seven years in three weeks time...why?"

"Then I saw your mother naked and with her breasts covered with bite marks, six years and forty-nine weeks ago in this very room!"

I was a little distracted; George had unzipped his trousers and I was watching as he was playing with his cock behind Harry's back...

"You mean at my wedding disco?"

"Yes!"

"But she was only here for ten minutes, the music was too loud and she got a migraine, someone had to take her home and she ended up sleeping in my old bed so that my dad didn't disturb her in the night!"

I got a flashback to the party after my wedding...

...we'd had a sit-down meal at our local hotel and then the party moved to the rugby club for a disco. John and I danced alone on the dance floor to the first tune, then I danced with John's father and John with my mother, just the four of us on the floor...I remembered Ron's comments, he told me I looked beautiful and said, "Come with me to the changing room, let me introduce you to your new family properly, we'll give you the fucking of your life!"

At that point the door to the changing rooms came into view; Ron was trying to pull me towards the door. I spotted Ron Jr. and Paul, John's older brothers on one side of the door, Simon, John's younger brother on the other side with a few of the rugby team's senior players, six men in all...and all six men were looking in my direction greedily. I shook my head and pulled away from Ron, there was a little tussle, I was used to Ron pawing me and pretending that it was an accident but this was a big uplift in his flirting.

The tune changed again before Ron could control me again, the disk jockey announced, "Father of the bride and bride, mother of the groom and groom and finally, mother of the bride and father of the groom!" we all paired up as directed by the DJ and started to dance...

It was as if I was watching a video of my wedding party, everything was totally vivid and clear until I was pulled back to the present when Harry's right hand cupped my cunt and his left hand started massaging my right breast. He curled his middle finger into my cunt and frigged me with it rapidly, "Remember when I did this to you when you were a little girl?"

I nodded my head and as a petite orgasm built up in my body, I returned to my wedding party in my head.

I was dancing with my own father, John with his mother, the four of us were close to the lighting units and speakers for the disco, Ron was dancing with my mother but not close to the other four of us, they weren't really dancing either, they were just deep in conversation as they moved their hips from side to side. My father lifted my hand above my head and he spun me around and then dipped me...when I got back upright, the door through to the changing rooms was open, Paul and Ron Jr. had disappeared and Simon was just going through the door followed by three of the older rugby players with Harry bringing up the rear.

I'd danced with two uncles and two cousins, so around twelve to fifteen minutes when Ron walked back into the bar from the veranda entrance, he grabbed my Maid of Honour and pulled her onto the dance floor, I was just about to dance with my grandfather but I still watched Ron with Emma like a hawk, I even danced my grandfather closer to the changing room door where Ron had pulled Emma to have their dance. I listened in while Ron told Emma that he could get her fucked by six men but she'd have to let him fuck her first. Ron's offer didn't surprise me, he was a well known horn-dog, the offer of six men to fuck her after him did surprise me a little though but the biggest surprise of all was Emma's reaction, she slapped Ron's face so hard that it almost took his head off. I'd assumed that Emma was used to Ron enough by now to just take his flirting and either laugh it off or go along with him.

Ron didn't try to part the twins, he draped his arm over their shoulders and the three of them danced together as a triangle. I watched them talking together as they danced, I changed partners, dancing with John's grandfather and Ron was still dancing with the twins. After that dance Ron took Phillipa and Justina to his table. John's eldest brother Ron returned to the room via the veranda entrance with a massive smile on his face, he took over dancing with me from his grandfather, apologising for being away from my party for so long, "I've been taking care of a little family business with my brothers!"

"Are you okay Issy? I said that I thought that you were gagging for sex that day, you flashed your tits to all the boys to see for almost five minutes and let me get my finger all the way up your cunt in my car but then you suddenly went all cold on me and pushed me away and I had to take you straight home!"

"I'm sorry about that, I was just being childish!"

My body shuddered as Harry got me off with his fingers but also from my memories of my wedding party. While I was dancing with family and friends and having a good time, it seemed that my mother was in the changing room, just twenty feet away from me, being fucked by the male members of my husband's family, all but my husband of course, he was on the dance floor all night.

"I can't believe that my mother had sex with seven men at my party, my mother was dead against sex outside of marriage!"

"Yes, but Ron can be very persuasive and he was feeding your mother wine all through the wedding lunch, just in case you wouldn't play with us...we had to welcome one member of your family into our wider family group.!"

"But Ron only talked to her for one dance, and she was gone before the end of the tune so it took him less than three minutes to talk her into going with you all!"

Harry laughed, "He only talked her into going with him, the rest of us waited outside until Ron got her naked and started giving her his sugar before the other six of us went in, she sucked all six of our cocks while Ron fucked her and then Ron Jr. took his father's place...I was sixth, it was like throwing a chipolata into a drain pipe but she was still a good shag. Ron said it was a pity that she was over thirty, she could have made a fortune at the Soho Club."

"What Soho Club?"

"Athenia."

Harry kissed me but realised that I was distracted, looking over his shoulder. He looked in the same direction and saw George standing there with his fly open and rubbing his cock slowly. Harry turned to face me again with a smile on his face, he kissed me again and rubbed my cunt faster giving me a deeper orgasm, "Issy...do you have any morale or religious issues with incest?"

"I don't have any religious feelings at all, I leave that to my husband!"

"It's just that George is your great uncle and he's watching us playing...doesn't that bother you?"

I was still watching George wanking and thinking that his cock had grown into a rather nice piece of meat, not as fat as Jason's cock but just as long. I shrugged my shoulders, looked from George's cock to Harry's face, "No problem at all!"

Harry looked back at George again, "Don't stand out there mate...come in here and sit down, get a good close up view while I fuck your great niece."

George walked in still rubbing his cock, he was just about to sit on the bench where I'd just cleaned it but Harry stopped him, "Undo your button first mate."

I was now looking over my shoulder at George as he twisted the button on his waistband and his trousers sank to the floor. Harry's mouth was at the side of my ear now because I was still watching George, "Do you like sucking cock Issy?"

Just an hour ago I would have answered with a resounding 'NO!' but now, apart from the slightly bitter taste and my jaw being over stretched, I didn't actually have a problem with sucking cocks and looking at George's cock, I knew that I would have no problem getting his cock in my mouth, "Yes!" my voice cracked with the emotion and the fact that I had a very dry mouth now.

Harry turned me to face George and he pushed me forward. George took his hand off of his cock, he knew what was coming. I took his cock in my hand and then lowered my lips over his crown. I sucked the head for a few minutes while Harry eased his cock into my cunt, "Jason left a little present for me back here...even fucking you 'Sloppy seconds' is still a special fuck baby!"

Harry started fucking me harder and as his abdomen slapped against my arse I was pushed further down George's cock. I started to gag and cough and suddenly remembered Jason's advice, as I felt the cough developing, I had to try and relax my throat. The urge to cough subsided and then I almost heard a pop as my lips sank another inch down George's cock, his crown buried deep in my throat.

It took Harry about five minutes to shoot up into my cunt, I felt his spunk jetting deep into my body, just the way I had felt Jason but had never felt from my husband. Harry stopped fucking and fought to keep his cock in my cunt as it shrank. Harry reached under my chest, I thought he wanted to play with my tits but I was wrong, he pushed my chest upwards, easing my mouth off of George's cock. Harry was just still in my cunt as he lifted my left leg, he placed my knee on the top of the bench by George's right hip and then he moved my right leg, he fell out of my cunt just as my right knee was placed by Georges left hip.

Harry took a hold of George's cock and pulled it away from his belly, then he pushed me down so that I was straddling George's lap and slipping down his cock and starting to fuck him

The outer door to the playing field slammed shut, I jumped clear off of George's cock, snatched my dress up off the floor and hid behind the changing room door as I pulled my dress over my head, Harry looked out into the passageway, "No one's there, the passage is empty!"

I gingerly popped my head out into the passageway, there wasn't anyone there but the first aid room's door was wide open, the door had been locked a few moments ago and only members of the Clarke family or the first aid volunteers had keys to it.

"Someone's been in the first aid room!"

"they're not there now though."

"No...I know that but, whoever it was must have seen me sucking my great uncle's cock and you fucking me!"

"Well, they obviously didn't care or they would have made a fuss!"

Harry looked back at George, he was still just sitting there with his pole standing to attention, "Sorry George, looks like Issy's going to chicken out on us!"

"Why?"

"Because she's worried that someone saw us playing."

"Pity, I was enjoying it."

I pushed past Harry, I'd managed to get my dress on when I hid behind the door, thinking someone was just coming in from the field but as it turned out, it was someone who had been in the building while I was sucking George and letting Harry fuck me from behind...so...the damage was already done, we'd been seen so I may as well go back to having a little fun.

I pulled my dress off and climbed back on George's lap but this time I laid my dress on the bench at the side of me...just in case I needed to make a quick get-away. I started bouncing up and down on Georges cock as he began kissing me and playing with my tits. Harry came back up behind me and started stroking my arse, he knelt behind me, one hand on each of my buttocks, his thumbs pressing into the valley and then he pulled me open, "I see that John doesn't use the Greek birth control!"

I panted, "What do you mean?"

"The rest of the Clarke family use anal sex as a form of birth control when the girls are in their fertile period if they don't want a baby."

"We've never used birth control of any kind...mind you, John doesn't like doing sex all that much."

I heard Harry chuckle, "Yes, we all know that, you were the first girl that John ever took any kind of interest in, he wouldn't even help out when his dad needed help putting the livestock into the Soho Club!"

Harry was licking over my anal muscle now, I think he was also licking Georges cock and balls as well because George's cock kept jumping in my cunt whenever Harry's tongue licked away from my anus. He replaced his tongue, pressing the tip of his index finger against my anal muscle, I gasped in discomfort as he tried to open my muscle up with his finger.

"Is there any petroleum jelly here?"

"Small tubes in the first aid room, they're in a grey box on the left hand side of the middle shelf opposite the door, they use it to try and staunch blood if a player gets a cut and has to go back on the field to play on."

Harry left me for a moment and ran into the first aid room. By the time he returned he had removed the cap from the small tube and was using the top of the cap to puncture the aluminium foil seal over the nozzle. He laid a small trail of jelly on the tip of his index finger and then he rubbed my anal muscle again. He managed to ease the tip of his finger into my back passage but I was still a little too tight.

"Stop, it's too uncomfortable, I don't want to do it that way!"

Harry stopped trying to push his finger past my tight anal muscle and I started bouncing up and down again on George's cock, there was a cold scratch against my anal muscle, I stopped bouncing again and looked over my shoulder, Harry was pressing the metal nozzle of the petroleum jelly tube against my anal ring and he gave it a hard squeeze. I felt the thick jelly forcing up onside my bottom, I could even feel that it was cold all the way inside my bum.

Harry coated his index finger again with a little more jelly and then pressed it against my anal muscle again, it slipped up me to the first knuckle, twice as far up as he'd been when I told him to stop.

"Is that uncomfortable?"

"No, it doesn't feel as bad as before."

"Okay then, get back to fucking George!"

I started bouncing again and Harry was matching my movements with his hand under my bottom, as I bounced I felt him pushing his finger in a little deeper until I gasped again, he was in me up to his second knuckle by that time, "It's starting to get uncomfortable again!"

"Okay then, just stop for a minute again."

I held still and the tube was brought back into play, this time he didn't just push the nozzle unto my anus, he pushed the shoulder of the tube up me, almost half the tube was inside me before Harry gave me the next petroleum jelly injection.

"Okay, you can fuck George again now."

I bounced away again as Harry eased his finger into my bum, this time he got all of his finger up me before he said, "Is that still okay?"

I nodded my head. Harry started to bend his finger inside my bum and as he stretched my insides he rotated his hand to the left and the right and all the time I was approaching my orgasm and still bouncing up and down on George's cock.

"Issy, George's cock is a little thinner than mine, why don't you turn around and give George a chance to get in your bum."

For some reason that gave me another orgasm on top of the one I was already having. I didn't particularly want anyone to fuck my arse but I allowed Harry to pull me off George's cock, turn me around again and help George get started down the chocolate passageway while I sucked Harry's cock back into life. Five minutes of my own weight pressing down on George's cock had him six inched deep in my bum and then Harry lifted my knees off of the floor and I screamed in pain as the last three inches of George's cock bulldozed up into my bum. Harry put his fresh erection to good use and started fucking me as I sat on George's cock.

"That feels nice Harry; I can feel your cock rubbing against mine in Issy's bum."

Harry was building his speed and George was getting close to his orgasm in my bum when I heard the sound of a vintage Land Rover's three and a half litre, petrol engine, "Paul's here, he'll catch us!" As if to underscore Paul's arrival, his over tuned engine popped and crackled it's objection to driving slowly across the car park. Harry and George reluctantly allowed me to climb off of their cocks and pull my dress back on. I ran from the changing room as George and Harry pulled their trousers back in place.

I was back behind the bar by the time Paul walked in with twenty-five large oranges, "Sorry I'm so late Vicky, any chance of quartering all of these oranges while I get the bottles of water from my Landy? I promise that you can get off home as soon as you've finished."

Paul ran back down the passageway to the car park, passing Harry in the doorway as I cut oranges and put them on the melamine tray so that they could be taken out to the pitch. Harry took a sip from the beer that Jason had bought for him as I worked on the oranges.

"Harry, you've mentioned the Soho Club twice now, what exactly is the Soho Club?"

Harry laughed out loud, "I'd have thought that with your company access, you would have known about the Soho Club...it is one of Clarke Entertainments biggest earners!"

"No, I don't think it is, The Athenian Club is their biggest earner by far."

Harry laughed, "It's the same place!"

"So, what is it, no one has ever told me. I did ask, I spotted an outlay of four million pounds two years ago and was told that it was to buy a property in Tisbury Court West One. I was suspicious, Ron never paid that much for a property before so the next time I was in London on business I checked it out, the four million pound property was a four story Georgian mansion that was next door to The Athenian Club but when I was there it was just an empty house."

"The Athenian Club is an up-market brothel and the property that Ron paid four million pounds for was for an extension to the club, another twenty-four bedrooms and in the basement, a five star restaurant for customers to play in with the girls."

"Well, that explains something that I saw when I was there that day!"

"What was that?"

I continued to cut up the oranges as I told Harry my dirty little story.

"I drove to London to upgrade a few computers in some Greek restaurants spread out around the city. I found a parking meter in Brewer Street, my sat-nav said it was just around the corner from Tisbury Court. I had to walk up and down twice to try and spot the right address and just as I found it, a man came up to me and asked me if I was looking for business. I was more than a little shocked but when I turned to look at him he wasn't a sleazy old bastard as I'd assumed he would be..."

"No, all kinds of men use prostitutes, not just sad old men."

"...well, instead of doing my top at him, I actually apologised for not being a sex worker. He told me that it was a pity, I was the best prospect he'd seen in the area in weeks, he told me that the local brothels had been on a recruitment drive and had taken all the best girls off the streets for a mile around. I looked back at the house and checked the address against my list, I'd found the right place, he was still flirting with me while I checked on the Land Registry web site to see how much the house had been sold for officially and I found that according to the website, the house had been in the continuous ownership of one family for fifty years..."

"You know Ron, he'd change his name to avoid paying stamp duty when buying a property and stamp duty on a four million pound deal would be over one hundred and twenty thousand pounds."

"I know, I was half expecting the whole deal to be a tax scam, I couldn't believe that one house...all be it very big house...could be worth four million pounds, anyway, back to my story...I wasn't really taking any notice of the man, he had taken hold of my elbow and was pulling me towards the house that Ron had just bought, I checked on 'Zoopla' to see if they had a predicted value for the Tisbury Court property and another house on the street had been sold for three million pounds. I realised what he was up too as he moved a section of security fence away at the side of the house and was trying to guide me down the side of the house, he was muttering to me that he was only looking for a little hand relief...possibly even oral so it wouldn't be any skin off of my nose to help him out, and he would pay me fifty quid to help him out..."

"For fifty quid he could have got oral in the comfort of the Soho Club, if he was willing to pay that sort of money to a street girl in that area he was looking for anal at the very least!"

"...he eventually said, come and help me cum and kind of broke the spell, I think that I was almost about to go with him in to the back passage of the house that Ron had just bought..."

Harry laughed at my slip of the tongue!

"...I pulled my elbow out of his hand and told him that I had work to do. I was walking back to my car when I thought that I saw one of my old school friends, one of the twins that had been bridesmaids at my wedding and it looked like she was going down the passage behind the Athenian Club..."

"Probably Phillipa or Justina, they both work at the Athenian club!"

"How the hell do you know that?"

"When British Steel sold out to Tata and they moved their office functions to India, most of your friends were made redundant, Ron gave Phillipa and Justina seven year contracts, he offered that snooty cow Emma a contract as well but she slapped his face for his generosity."

"I don't believe that my friends would do that kind of work...Phillipa and Justina didn't even like boys!"

"Did you see Ron leaving your wedding party at midnight?"

"I did, he went with June."

"He did but Phillipa and Justina went with them, they left just ahead of Ron and waited by his car for him and June to come out. I was standing behind you and John at your table talking to Paul and he said, there they go, Phil and Justin going for their Athenian interview!"

I must have looked confused because I was...I actually remembered Paul saying that but it didn't dawn on me that he was talking about my bridesmaids.

"What do you mean...interview?"

"Ron and June would have to put the girls through their paces before they got a long contract, get them to do all the sex acts that they'd be expected to perform with the customers in the brothel, if the girls said no to a single act they would have failed."

"You mean my mother-in-law knows about Ron's dodgy businesses?"

"All the family know about it, they all take part in testing the girls as well, well, not John of course, he's the only one who doesn't."

"Probably his religion."

"Not really, he's just not interested in using them himself, when he's entertaining business contacts, he often takes them to The Athenian to have sex to help grease the wheels of business."

"You mean...like tonight, he's in London trying to sell land and a building deal to a group of German business men!"

"He'll definitely be taking them to The Athenian Club at some point during the evening. So, was it one of the twins that you saw at Tisbury Court?"

I sliced the last orange into quarters, "Oh yes...or rather no, she disappeared before I could get to her but I did see the man who was trying to get me out of sight behind the empty house talking to a woman in the street, I saw him hand over money to her and they walked behind Ron's new purchase. I should have walked back to my car but I was drawn to follow them, after all, they were on company property. I stood a few feet away and watched as the woman sucked his cock, she didn't see me but he did and he put a lot of effort into fucking her mouth before he got her to stand up and lean against the wall and he fucked her from behind, I couldn't see if he was using her pussy or her other hole..."

My story was chopped short by Paul staggering in with forty-eight bottles of water, he said that they were about to stop the game for half time, Harry took one pack of water, I took the tray of orange segments and Paul took the other pack of water.

Paul and Harry went straight for the players, I, observing club tradition, headed for Ron to offer him the first slice of orange from my tray as he was paying for them. As I walked up behind him, I heard him say, "...Kurt will probably go with you to dinner but not to the show, he definitely won't go to The Soho Club with you, he won't use a whore...his kink is to use someone's wife in her marital bed...John, I know that it's Vicky's birthday tomorrow but you can't wine and dine them, take them to a west-end show and the whore house and still get home tonight...look, stay down in London tonight, get up at six o'clock and come home via Covent Garden Market, Vicky will still be asleep when you get home, you can surprise her with a massive bunch of flowers..."

Ron suddenly spun round, he'd sensed that someone was there, he did a double take when he saw how I was dressed, my dishevelled hair, torn dress and obvious lack of knickers and bra. He smiled when he saw the trails of thick slime trickling down my inner thighs.

"...I've got to go John, half time honours are here...just remember this is a big contract so don't mess it up!"

Ron took a quarter of an orange and suddenly Paul was at my side taking the tray off of me to distribute the fruit around the players, coaches and match officials. I started walking towards the gate from the back of the sports fields and out onto the footpath that led to my house. Ron caught me up and hooked his arm around my neck, "Tell me Vicky, did you enjoy fucking George and Harry in the changing room?"

I gasped, "How did you know?"

"I needed some gauze and tape, one of the players got a cut and the coach used all the gauze and tape from his bag so I offered to collect some more from the first aid room, I watched while you sucked George's cock and took Harry from behind...Jason told me about fucking you as well...Will you look after Jason again from time to time as a favour to me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Jason is only working mornings, and you only work part time, you could do your work in the mornings too and Jason could fuck you in the afternoons while John is still at work...I really need to keep Jason happy and he seems to like you a lot, he's been going on about you for the last forty minutes!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'll have to see how I feel...today was my first foray into adultery, I'll have to see how I feel about it after sleeping on it tonight."

"You should do it more, I'm free in an hour, I can come and show you how a real man fucks!"

"I'll take a rain check on that one Ron if you don't mind!"

I bumped into Ben, the man who lived next door to me, well, next door but across the footpath we were walking on, he was taking Odin, his Irish Wolf Hound for a walk and to let the dog crap on someone else's land. Odin made a bee-line to sniff between my legs and lick at the liquid he could smell there.

"Have you heard anything from Sue?"

"Yes, I was right, she ran off to live with that lesbian headmistress, Odin's really upset...look, he's been walking around with that since Sue left."

Ben nodded his head towards Odin's back end, I looked on Odin's back, there was nothing to see, then I checked his lipstick, you know, that little triangle that peeks out of the dog's sheath when it got excited...Odin didn't have his lipstick showing, he had the whole cosmetic's counter on display.

"Because Sue hasn't been around to exercise him for six weeks, he's going a little mad!"

"I never saw Sue taking Odin for a walk before!"

"Not walking, the exercise that my wife did for Odin all took place in the play-room at home."

"Exercising indoors, that's a little strange isn't it?"

"Well, it is an illegal form of exercise!"

I had that little light bulb moment, "Oh...that kind of exercise!"

"I thought that would shock you Mrs Clarke!"

I shook my head, "I've lived in the country all my life, most of the girls at school had dogs and at least half of them used their dogs as a substitute for a boyfriend, we had a real bad unbalance between the numbers of boys and girls around here, four girls to every boy...just like in the song!"

I had to push Odin's head away several times as I talked to Ben, the dog kept trying to lick higher up between my legs than I wanted him to.

"Well, I'd better get off, I've still got to do my lunch yet."

I walked quickly away from Ben and Odin before Odin 'Unmasked me', I was pondering as I walked, was I going to cook something hot or have a cold lunch as it was getting on in the afternoon. I'd been saving a little lamb on a leg joint that I'd planned to make into a soup for John's dinner tonight before he had to take his father's place in London, I could strip a little more cold lamb from the bone to make into a sandwich...Odin popped into my head, I could then pass the bone on to Ben to give to Odin.

I was making my sandwich as Ben dragged Odin away from my gate, Odin was scenting all around my gate, sniffing at my 'trail'.

It crossed my mind to shower and change, put on a bra and knickers...throw my broken and stretched bra and torn knickers in the bin before I went back out but I had actually enjoyed the freedom of just wearing my torn and stretched dress with nothing on under it in the warm afternoon. I did eat my sandwich though before I took the bone over to Ben's house, just so I didn't look desperate for company.

I wrapped the bone in cling film and headed for Ben's house, I used the back gates, just crossing the five feet from one side of the footpath to the other, I went into Ben's back garden and peered into the first window, we called that room our dining room, Sue used to call it her play room. Odin was standing by a chair...no, stool...short, leather covered bench, it actually had adjustable legs. If we were over at the farm, I would have said it was a phantom mare for a Shetland pony.

Ben walked in the room and he patted the leather bench, "Mount Odin!"

Odin jumped up, his front legs straddling the bench while Ben held an artificial vagina in front of the dog's cock. I gasped when I realised what Ben was doing, he looked over at the open window, "Oh, Mrs Clarke, twice in one day, I am honoured!"

I wanted to babble that I wasn't spying on him but managed to stop myself...on the farm I wouldn't have thought anything at all if I'd seen a stallion being milked for its semen in the barn...so why should it seem strange to see man doing the same for his dog. In the end I held up the lamb bone, "I wondered if Odin would like this!"

"He'd love it, especially if it still has a little marrow in it but can I ask you to pop it in the sink for me, if Odin gets a whiff of it he'll come looking for it and I'll have to start this all over again, he won't settle all night if I don't empty his balls at least once a day.

I walked into his kitchen and popped the bone into the sink.

"Erm Mrs Clarke!

I walked to the door leading to the playroom, "Yes?"

"Can I be cheeky and ask if you'd make a pot of coffee, I'd like to thank you for the bone but my hands are full...as you can see!"

I put the coffee machine on and started it boiling, I returned to the door and said, "I've put the coffee pot on, is that all?"

"I was hoping that you'd stay a while and have a cup with me!"

I didn't have anything to do, I still had that erotic book that my father-in-law had passed on to me...but that would wait!

"I'd love to."

I was at a bit of a loss, the coffee would take twenty minutes to go through the boiling, percolating and filtering process, what should I do, wait out in the kitchen? Stand by the kitchen door watching Odin fucking the phantom bitch? Go into the playroom and watch Odin from closer-up?

"Why don't you come in here, there isn't much to sit on but better than standing in the kitchen on your own!"

I looked around the playroom; there was a weird seat...more of a stool, it looked like a racing saddle from a horse but the front was open so that it was in a horse shoe shape, it had four legs that were, like the bench that Odin was mounting, adjustable, telescopic. But unlike the mounting bench, the weird stool didn't have leather straps attached to the feet on all four corners.

"You can sit on the queening stool if you like!"

"What's a queening stool?"

"That thing over there!"

He pointed at the weird stool, "I guessed that, it is the only other thing in the room...but what is a queening stool?"

"Sue used to sit on it after she exercised Odin, the idea is to be naked or knickerless when you sit on it!"

I considered being coy but changed my mind, "Well, at least I qualify, I took my knickers off when I came home from work and haven't had time to go up to my bedroom to fetch clean ones!"

Ben grinned at me.

"So, did Sue do what you're doing with Ben now to exercise him?"

"No, Sue preferred her milk...straight from the teat...so to speak!"

"Sorry, I don't understand!"

Odin stopped fucking the artificial vagina and just stood there for a moment, suddenly he turned and jumped away from the mounting bench, ripping the artificial vagina out of Ben's hands. Ben did try to stop him but in the end just let the dog walk off with the vagina hanging from his fifth leg!

Ben adjusted the legs to a much lower position; "Sue would set the bench up a bit like this and then lie face down on it.

I shook my head, I couldn't see why.

"Come over here!"

I had just been about to sit on the queening stool but stopped and walked over to Ben.

"Come here, kneel here at the end of the bench."

I knelt down.

Ben wrapped two leather straps around my knees from the feet of the bench closest to my knees, "press your abdomen against the end of the bench and lean forward!"

I did as I was asked. Ben moved to the other end of the bench and strapped my wrists with leather straps to the feet at the other end of the bench.

"Sue would usually wear a leather waistcoat over her back if a dog was going to mount her to stop his hang-claws scratching her sides and ribs but if I was going to fuck her, she took me bareback."

Ben pulled the back of my dress up, "Lift your belly a little Mrs Clarke!"

Ben wriggled my dress off, it slid down my arms and fell around my wrists and I was lying face down, totally naked. The bench length was precisely made so that my arse hung over one end and my tits dangled down over the other end.

Ben started stroking and exploring my body with his hands and said, "I miss Sue too, I need a few new girlfriends."

I started to panic a little and needed to think of something to say to try and shift Ben's focus away from me!

"So, Sue would be tied here like me and Odin would mount her?"

"No, Sue never needed tying to the bench, she was very happy to let Odin screw her every day and then sit on the queening stool after he finished with her to get her pussy cleaned out!"

"Oh...I see, so she let Odin clean her out?"

"Not Odin...me...I cleaned her out after having sex...looks like you've had a lot of sex very recently!"

"Yes, I've had a very busy morning."

"Did anyone cum up your bum?"

"No...not this time!"

"Do you need cleaning out?"

"I was going to have a shower as soon as I got home from delivering Odin's bone!"

"I'd love to clean you up!"

Okay, a little kinky but I could let him wash me in his shower so I said, "Okay!"

Ben un-strapped me from the bench and then he pulled me over to the queening stool, he sat me on the stool and lay on his back behind me. Ben wriggled under the seat from behind me, he released the brakes on the four legs and lowered me down until my pussy was pressing against his mouth and he spent twenty minutes licking Jason's and Harry's spunk out of my pussy.

"Ben, I'm sorry but I have to go home now, I'm expecting John to call to tell me what time he expects to be home!"

I was grateful that Odin had been exercised before I got in the playroom or I might have asked to exercise Odin myself!

I settled down to read my latest book, the sex scenes that I'd thought to be wildly far fetched just seemed to be run of the mill after my morning of first experiences. There was no longer anything in that book that shocked me but it still all excited me.

At seven o'clock in the evening my company mobile phone rang.

"Technical Support!"

"Vicky, it's me!"

"Hi John, hows the negotiations going?"

"All good...my dad's just phoned me though, I'm sorry but I'm not going to manage to get home tonight, but I'll get there before you wake up in the morning to wish you a happy birthday though."

There was a little more small talk and then as a closing thought from my husband, "Vicky, my dad feels really bad about making me leave you on your own tonight, if you're at a loose end, he could really do with a little help at the club tonight!"

I knew that John meant at the rugby club but in my head, The Athena Club popped into my head and I smiled, "I was looking forward to getting all dressed up tonight, I've already laid out my slinky dress and sexy underwear to go out with you." I lied!

"Well, you could still get dressed up, the guys at the club would love to see you all dressed up!"

"Okay then, will you ring me before I go to bed?"

"I will...love you, chat later!"

I showered and fished through my wardrobe to find my sexiest outfit, I rejected my slinky dress, I had a black mesh blouse with patch pockets over the breasts, I tried it on over my black uplift bra, it didn't scream out the new, almost thirty year old me, it whispered, 'safe', 'conservative', and 'bland'. I took the blouse off again, removed my bra and pulled the blouse back on, my tits looked fantastic, fortunately all the bite marks that Jason had left on my breasts had disappeared under the warm water of my shower.

I pulled my black bikini panties, black suspender belt and black fishnet stockings on...I actually wished I had the courage to go up to the rugby club dressed just as I was because I looked bloody fantastic. I found my 'Porter tartan' kilt, my father's clan kilt. The Porter clan was actually a sept of the Clan MacNaughton, a tartan that was mainly reds and oranges so it would look fantastic against all the black that I was wearing. My kilt wasn't one of the full blown Irish tartan kilts, they cost a small fortune to buy and weighed a ton, much too warm to wear in the summer months, it was actually a cheap and nasty wrap-over skirt, a cute little leather belt at the side of the waistband. There was a gold coloured pin that usually held the bottom of the wrap-over skirt closed or the kilt could easily fly away from you because it was so lightweight.

I gave my five inch high heels a quick rub over to shine them up and then walked the footpath back to the rugby club.

Paul was still working the bar, Ron was sitting with Sarah, Paul's wife, on bar stools, talking. Ron jumped off his stool and welcomed me with a kiss, not on my cheek, a kiss, full on my lips. Ron said, "You look fabulous tonight, you looked really sexy earlier."

There were ten club members drinking in the main bar area but I could see from the number of dirty glasses and the un-stocked shelves that Paul had been very busy during the six hours that I'd been away. I helped Paul wash and dry the glasses. Even though his wife was sitting just a few feet away from us, Paul made several passes at me, he even pulled the pin that was supposed to be holding the bottom of my kilt closed. Paul was determined to get a little something because Harry and Jason had been bragging about what had gone on before Paul got to the club.

At nine o'clock a new customer arrived, a tall German called Kurt. I was instantly drawn back to the conversation I'd heard Ron making with John, Kurt was the name of the lead negotiator for the German company and as Ron was introducing the German to Sarah, telling Kurt that Sarah was his son, Paul's, wife.

'Tingling!' the inner recording system in my head prompted me with a file that had been made earlier in the day, '...his kink is to use someone's wife in her marital bed...' Hence the first time that I'd seen Sarah at the club in almost a year and she was dressed to party too.

Ron introduce Paul to the German and almost as an aside he told the German that I was John's wife.

"You mean your son John, the John that's in London with my team at the west end show right now?"

"Yes."

Ron, Sarah and Kurt went through to the committee room and closed the door.

I was just finishing restocking the shelves, Paul had stolen three kisses in the store room, three kisses and a grope of my tits as well as my fanny, when Ron came back into the bar, he asked to have a word with me and I followed him over to an empty corner.

"Vicky, I have a problem...Sarah is here for Kurt, he wanted to fuck someone's wife in the bed she usually shares with her husband. Sarah was happy, Paul was happy, I was happy too. I was hoping that Kurt would be happy but now that he's seen you..."

"He wants me instead of Sarah?"

"No, actually, he wants you and Sarah; he thinks that four million pounds worth of business deserves a bigger reward!"

Ron took me through to the committee room and we walked in on Kurt kissing Sarah and he had his hand up her skirt, Kurt smiled at me, he kissed me too.

Ron slapped Kurt on the back, "Change of plan Kurt, the three of you can go to Victoria's house as it is a lot closer than Sarah's."

The three of us walked to my house, there were stops for kisses, stops for groping...Kurt actually wanted to fuck one of us out on the path while people were still out and about.

We went in through my back door and walked straight to my bedroom. The three of us were totally naked and on my bed in two minutes flat. Kurt insisted on Sarah and I having a few minutes of lesbian action together before he fucked Sarah while I watched.

Kurt didn't shoot off in Sarah, he pushed me onto my back and jumped from Sarah's cunt to mine, he was getting into his stride when John phoned on my company mobile phone. Kurt stopped fucking me but kept his cock in my cunt, he told me to answer the phone on speaker.

"How are you darling?"

"I'm okay, I'm home already, I'm already in bed...how about you, are you in bed yet?"

"No, I'm still at the club with the Germans, giving them a good time."

"Not much music going on at that club John, is it The Athenian Club on Tisbury Court by any chance?"

Kurt eased his cock into my cunt causing me to groan with pleasure.

"What was that?"

"I'm in bed reading that damned porn book your father gave me, I just got a little carried away."

"Darling, what do you know about The Athenian Club?"

"I know that it's a brothel and the German's are probably in bed with whores right now. How about you Darling, are you going to use a whore tonight?"

"NO!"

"Come on darling, why not...you don't let yourself go on me because you don't want me to act like a whore so why not go with a whore when you can, let yourself go, have a little bit of fun!"

Kurt deliberately made me groan with pleasure again so that John heard him.

"What are you reading about?"

I had to think fast to come up with an erotic story right off the top of my head, "it's about a newly married couple who live in Prior Crescent, Parkhurst, on the Isle of White. A violent prisoner escapes from the prison and he invaded their home...I'm just at the place where the murderer is raping the young wife while her husband sits watching them, unable to do anything!"

"Fucking hell, no wonder you're turned on!"

"Yes, and you can't make it home to help me out so I'll have to sort myself out. Go screw a whore...at least one of us should have some fun."

"I have to say that I'm tempted, I'd never want to do anything behind your back though."

"Can you see the girls that are available from where you are?"

"Yes...why?"

"Open an Instant Messenger link to me and show me the girls, I'll pick one for you!"

John closed the telephone call and then called me again through Instant Messenger, he showed me ten girls all sitting around in their underwear. I spotted either Justina or Phillipa sitting and reading a magazine.

"Hi Just/Phil, will you take John to bed and give him a good time for me please?"

She looked up from her magazine and smiled, "Is that you Victoria?"

"Yes, can't you see me?"

"No, John's telephone just has a blank screen, anyway, it's me Phillipa, Justina has a runny nose tonight so she's not in work."

"Okay then, give him a good time but send him home to me in the morning in one piece please!"

"Okay, will do!"

I closed the call and took my thumb off of the camera lens.

Kurt asked me if I was really reading a book about rape.

"No, I just made that up on the spur of the moment."

"You invented that...just like that?"

I nodded my head, "Would you like to be raped? I don't mean, like, a role play rape with someone you know but a really violent rape?"

Kurt was becoming very excited by the thought of me being violently raped.

"No, I don't think I'd like the violence...but a role play rape might be nice."

Kurt started pounding into me harder while Sarah looked like she was feeling a little left out, in the end she started playing with my tits as Kurt slammed his cock into me. He came close to his orgasm and pulled himself up short, he hopped from my cunt to Sarah's, "And what about you darling Sarah, what is the most depraved thing that you would consider doing for real?"

Kurt was pounding into Sarah's cunt and she looked deep in thought, she suddenly gasped and shivered, a petite orgasm that was caused by thought, rather than by Kurt's cock pounding into her, she giggled, "I think a dog...I'd like to try sex with a dog!"

Kurt groaned and had to pull out quickly before he climaxed, he said, "What kind of dog? Big or small?"

Sarah gave me a sideways glance, "A big dog...I had a friend who used to have sex with her Irish Wolf Hound every day!"

"What, behind her husband's back?"

"No, her husband used to watch her, he even built her a special bench to make it easier for her to enjoy the dog...he even licked her cunt clean every time she had sex with the dog. She had a special seat that she could sit on that gave her husband full access to her pussy from below so he could eat all of the doggy cum from her cunt."

I said, "You mean Sue from next door?"

Sarah blushed and nodded her head.

"Did you ever see Sue actually fucking Odin?"

"No, but we talked about it often...do you think that Sue was a fantasist?"

I shook my head, "I spoke to Ben earlier, he's looking for a volunteer to 'Exercise' Odin the way his wife did before she left him, he showed me the special bench and the stool that he made for his wife to use during sex with their dog."

Kurt's ears pricked up at that statement, "Would your neighbour lend us his dog right now?"

I saw Sarah shudder again and her mouth turned into a massive smile.

I slipped off the bed and walked naked to the open bedroom window, I leaned out and looked towards Ben's house, his living room light was still on so I fetched my mobile phone, I pressed the speaker phone option and then selected Ben's number.

"Hello, six three five..."

I interrupted him, "Ben, it's me...Vicky!"

"Oh, hello Mrs Clarke, how can I help you at this time of the night?"

"Yes, I'm sorry that it is so late but Sarah and I were talking about Odin and I remembered that you were looking for someone to 'Exercise' Odin...the way that your wife used to do and Sarah said that she would be interested in trying something like that so I was wondering if we could borrow Odin for an hour?"

"Oh, the way you were looking at Odin in my playroom this afternoon, I thought that you might be interested in trying him!"

"I have to say that I was tempted...very tempted, but Sarah's been thinking about it since Sue told her what she used to do with him."

"Come over now and pick him up, at least Odin will sleep well tonight if he has his fun!"

I looked at Sarah, "Well, do I go and pick Odin up?"

Sarah grinned at me and then nodded her head.

I looked back out in the street, it was late so there was no one about so I didn't bother getting dressed, I just slipped shoes on my feet and ran for the kitchen. I stood in my doorway, looked along the path in both directions and then ran flat out over to Ben's house. He opened his back door and didn't bat an eyelid when he saw me totally naked, he just handed me Odin's leash and told me to have a good time.

I walked back home with Odin licking my juice from my arse as we walked along. I took him into the bedroom and gave him to Kurt, "You help Sarah with Odin and give me twenty minutes; I just have to pay Ben for the use of his dog!"

Sarah was lying on the end of the bed on her back, her bum on the edge with her knees pulled up by her chest, I thought that she might find sex with a dog difficult in that position but then, experimenting would be all part of the fun.

I returned to the kitchen and looked out again, checking the path before running over to Ben's house again in the nude. I knocked on Ben's back door again and he invited me in, "I thought that it was unfair to borrow Odin and not pay you for his time!"

"I have to say that I thought that you were lying about Sarah wanting to try sex with Odin, I was sure that you were the one that wanted him..." Ben chuckled, "...so, how long do I have?"

"I can give you twenty minutes!"

Ben pulled me through to the playroom, I was already naked so there was no time issues there, Ben pushed me onto my knees behind the mounting bench, he tied my legs and pushed me forward. He didn't bother to tie my hands. Ben mounted me from behind and fucked me for ten minutes and climaxed into me. He pulled me quickly into the queening stool and slithered under me to lick his own spunk out of my cunt. I was cleaned out for ten minutes and Ben thanked me before letting me out of his back door.

Ben called after me, "If Odin is still fucking Sarah...it means that he isn't in properly, just reach under him and grip his knot in your fist, if you squeeze gently, he'll think he's all the way in and start his climax."

Sarah was still in the same position, Odin was standing on the floor, his front legs either side of Sarah's ribs and he was fucking her like a steam train. I reached under his belly and felt his cock, only half of his cock was in her cunt, I slid my hand back to his knot and gripped, he stopped humping and started pumping, shooting about a pint of spunk into her pussy and she doubled the power of her orgasm.

Because Odin hadn't tied with Sarah she hadn't had the full sexual experience but was happy with her first foray into bestiality and the added bonus that Odin could dismount without having to wait until his cock shrank back down. Odin ran into the corner to lick his cock clean and Kurt jumped on Sarah and fucked her through the thin dog cum.

"I'm sorry Kurt but I really have to go home, Paul will be closing the bar any time now and I need to get home before him or he'll give me hell."

Kurt was disappointed as he pulled his cock out of Sarah's cunt but he cheered up when Odin slipped his head between Kurt and Sarah and started licking Sarah clean. Sarah stopped the dog after five minutes and she got dressed while Kurt began bouncing his cock in my cunt while I lay on my back on the bed. Sarah took Odin back to Ben and left. Kurt was feeling my buttocks as he fucked me wildly and as he explored my bum he found that his fingertip entered my anus with little resistance. He stopped fucking and smiled at me. "Can I fuck your arse please?"

Without thinking about his request I said, "Yes but you can't fuck me as hard in my bum as you were doing in my pussy!"

I'd just said yes to a request for sex. To this point no one had actually asked me for a sexual service...as Kurt flipped me face down on the bed I chuckled...I was whoring for my father-in-law's business and to help my husband's negotiations come to a successful conclusion but no one had actually asked me for sex, I was just doing it...until now!

Kurt didn't last many minutes in my tight arse, just four minutes of slow fucking and he exploded. The climax had brought our sex to an interval, it would take a while for Kurt to grow a new cock so I called a comfort break, I took Kurt through to my bathroom and washed his cock before sitting on the toilet to obey Newton's law's of gravity...what goes up...must come down!

We had a drink and sat around in the kitchen chatting until Kurt's cock inflated again, we returned to the bedroom and had another fuck, thirty minutes of vaginal sex until Kurt climaxed again. I set my phone's inbuilt alarm clock to five am and we went to sleep spooning in my bed. Kurt didn't make it to five o'clock though; I woke up to find Kurt fucking me awake at three o'clock in the morning. We fucked again at five o'clock, this time Kurt lasted almost an hour before he fired off his salvo. We showered together and while Kurt dressed, I changed the bottom sheet on my bed and opened all the windows to get rid of the smell off sex in the bedroom as well as the smell of Odin...that would have been the hardest thing to explain to John.

I walked to the kitchen with Kurt and kissed him goodbye on the backdoor step, just wrapped in a bath towel. As Kurt stepped out onto the path leading to the rugby club, I heard the sound of tyres on the gravelled drive at the front of the house, John was home early, and just a few minutes earlier and John would have caught me sucking Kurt's cock in the shower. I closed the back door, draped my towel over the back of a dining chair and ran, full pelt for the bedroom, jumped under the top sheet and pretended to be sleeping.

I'd expected it to take John a few minutes to get to the bedroom, especially if he followed his father's advice to make me breakfast in bed for my birthday but he followed me through the bedroom door in just a few seconds. I peeked through squinted eyes as John undressed; I saw splotches of pink lipstick on his chest as well as a ring around his cock. John had never even wanted me to touch his cock with my hand but he'd let Phillipa suck his cock...and...it must have been a goodbye suck or the lipstick would have been worn off inside her pussy.

John slipped gently into bed with me so as not to wake me...at the last minute I rolled over and threw my arm over his chest, I made a sound like a sleepy person on the edge of waking up and I lifted my head onto John's chest, "Mmmmm, you smell nice!"

I kissed John's chest and let my hand slide down his ribcage towards his cock. I expected him to 'Head me off at the pass!' but he didn't stop me, I rubbed my hand sleepily through his pubic hair and then up along his cock shaft. I was still pretending to be in the half world between sleeping and awake, the time when most people have the dreams that they remember vividly the next day. I twisted my upper body and kissed down his belly and pulled his cock over to my mouth and I kissed his cockhead.

I groaned and stretched..."Oh, hi darling, when did you get home?"

"Only just..sorry I woke you as I got into bed...I just wanted you to wake up on your special birthday and find me sleeping next to you! Were you having a sexy dream?"

I giggled, "That damned book I was reading last night...I was actually dreaming that I was watching you and Phillipa..." I sniffed at his chest, "...You smell just how I remember Phillipa and her sister smelling at school, they both loved 'Flowers' by Afternoon Delight!"

I moved my nose closer to the root of his cock and sniffed at his pubic hair, "Mmmmm, Phillipa and sex...did you have a good time last night?"

I started to twist my body to slide back up his body just as John brought his hand down onto the back of my head and he was stroking my hair, I let him hold my head down by his crotch. I guided his cock to my lips again, kissed his cock again, "Did she suck your cock?"

"Yes, she did it several times, she even put fresh lipstick on and sucked me at five o'clock before I left her to drive home...just so that I'd have a ring of pink for you to see when I got here."

I pushed the sheet off of us and looked at his cock up close, Phillipa had left an almost perfect pink ring close to the root of his cock, "How the hell did she get her lips that far down your cock?"

I felt downwards pressure on the back of my head and I let John push my mouth down over his cock, taking my husband's cock into my mouth for the first time. When I felt his cock touch the back of my throat, even though I didn't feel the need to cough, I did gagg a little, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and looked at the saliva line, "God...Phillipa managed to get two inches further down your cock than I did!"

I looked at his face and pulled his cock away from his belly so that he could see the difference between the lipstick line and my saliva line.

"I'm sorry darling, I shouldn't have made you do that for me...some things are best left for the professionals."

"Don't be silly darling, all it needs is a little practice on my part...perhaps I can try again when you come back from church!"

John looked a little sheepish, I checked the time, "Actually...you have thirty minutes before you have to get ready for church...I could try it again now...or...perhaps you would like to show me some of the other things you did with Phillipa!"

"I'm thinking of giving church a miss today."

That surprised me, John had never missed a single day in church, and he always wanted to go to the first service of the day.

"Why don't you want to go to church today?"

"I don't want to confess what I did last night to my priest!"

"Won't you still have to confess what you did tomorrow morning if you go to church?"

"I was planning on leaving it a few days and the next time I'm away on business I'll confess to a stranger!"

"What did you do last night that was so wrong that you have to confess it to your confessor?"

"I committed adultery and performed sexual acts that are forbidden by canon law."

"Do you tell your priest what we do when we have sex?"

"No, of course not...we're married, what we do together is private and nothing to do with the church."

"Just a minute...Didn't I order you to have sex with Phillipa last night?"

"Well, you could say that you ordered me to."

"Did you want to?"

"Part of me wanted to but I wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't asked me to."

"Told you to...'Love honour and obey!' isn't that what you said to me in front of our family and your priest?"

"And God!"

"So, I don't see the issue, you were obeying me...so whatever you did with Phillipa...well...you were actually doing it for me...perhaps I should go and confess in your place!"

John smiled at that, "You can't actually confess, you haven't been confirmed, you haven't even been baptised!"

"No, and nor will I be...I give you permission not to confess anything about last night, the sin, if there was one, was mine!"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "I might still not go to church this morning, it is your birthday, I want to spend the time with you!"

I smiled at him, "So...can I try to suck you again...or...would you like to have sex with me?"

"Welllllllll. I have to say...I did like having my cock sucked when Phillipa did it to me last night."

I started sucking him again, I felt his cock at the back of my throat again but I still didn't feel the need to cough or gag but I did make a growl at the back of my throat. I twisted my body slightly and rocked my head from side to side and felt his cock slip a little deeper into my throat. I didn't feel any discomfort but I made it look like I needed to rest before trying harder to get more of his cock in my mouth.

"Erm...Vicky!"

I made a sound with my throat, a little like uh..huh!"

"That story that you were reading last night...did it turn you on?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, we don't have a maximum security prison close by...but we do have a borstal just five miles down the road..."

I eased my mouth off of his cock and looked at the saliva mark, just a quarter of an inch away from Phillipa's lipstick mark, I showed John his own cock and grinned at him.

John looked very impressed that I'd managed to almost match Phillipa for depth

"The borstal...do you mean Saint John's school at Tiffield?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that just for children?"

"They take offenders from twelve years of age to twenty and quite a few of the inmates have records of violent crimes as well as rape but the school isn't a high security prison, the boys are allowed to work in the fields and local gardens."

I gave him a confused look, I was trying to work out where he was going with his thoughts.

"The thing is...just as fantasy...how would you like to get dressed up a little sexily and go for a walk around Tiffield? I mean, there may not be anyone outside working as it's a Sunday but just walking around with you dressed sexily would be a massive turn on for me"

I returned to sucking his cock, this time I went straight for full depth and as my lips touched his root I started swallowing and moving my head up and down and brought him off deep in my throat. When I lifted my head off of his lap this time, there was no lipstick on his cock, just a little pink smudge on my own lips. John looked totally amazed at what I'd just done for him.

I pulled myself off of the bed and towed him off the bed behind me and I pulled him through to the bathroom and we showered together. I dried off and walked to my wardrobe, I opened the doors and stepped back, "What would you like me to wear?"

"What do you mean?"

"For our walk around Tiffield!"

John looked surprised, "I was just fantasising! I didn't mean for us to actually do it."

"Would it turn you on if lots of bad boys looked me over while I'm looking sexy?"

He nodded his head with a stupid grin on his face.

"Then choose what you want me to wear."

John looked along my dress rail; he pulled a very short, very thin, ultra white, dress.

"I've never seen you wearing this outside the house!"

I thought, 'Well, you wouldn't would you...it's actually a nighty and you never used to look at me in bed so you wouldn't realise that it was a nighty.'

"No, I've never worn it in the street, I just wear it around the house, usually on hot sunny days."

"Is it the kind of dress that you can wear without a bra under it?"

"If you'd like me to go bra-less...I'd be happy to do that for you!"

"What about knickers?"

"I'll wear whatever kind of knickers you want me to..." he looked a little disappointed, "...or no knickers at all...if you'd prefer it!"

His frown turned into a grin.

I pulled the nighty on and looked at myself in the mirror. The nighty had spaghetti string straps that were a little too long, I would usually make a knot on each side to lift the front a little, left at full length I could see about a quarter of an inch of my areola peeping over the top of the front, that was bad enough but because the nighty was so thin, I could clearly see the rest of my areola and nipples through the material.

John pressed the front of the dress against my belly and my ginger bush shone out through the material.

"Would it embarrass you if the wind pushed the front of your dress against you like this and showed you off?"

"I think that the only thing that would embarrass me would be how straggly my hair is down there...it looks like I'm trying to smuggle a ginger tom around in my lap."

"I could use my hair trimmer to tidy it up a little for you."

"You may have to use a disposable razor as well if you trim the sides or there will be stubble that would still show through."

I ended up sitting on a towel on my bed while John used his hair clippers to form a perfect triangle and suddenly from a man who wouldn't touch me between my legs with his fingers, he was my new pussy hairdresser, trimming the hair even from my labia. He spent thirty minutes wet shaving me all over apart from the triangle that he'd formed on my mound.

I wore trainers on my feet and we went out to his car.

We stopped off at the Happy Chef on the A43 for a quick breakfast where I got a lot of looks from the other customers and after breakfast, John drove to a lay-by that was at the side of the borstal. We walked in a large field at the back of the school, there was a large lake and lots of footpaths as well as a spiny and what looked like a home made BMX track that the boys from the borstal used to cycle around. There were several young boys around, all dressed in denim bib and brace boiler suits with white shirts and black ties on.

The boys were showing a lot of interest in me and as John and I walked around the footpaths the boys were following around after us.

"What do you think?"

"I don't think that any of these lot look like desperate criminals, not one of them looks like he's over fifteen years old!"

Again, John looked disappointed.

A deep voice bellowed out, "Johnson...do I see you smoking boy?"

A week voice of a boy who looked around twelve years old almost whispered, "No officer Shornyk!"

"Dare you lie to me boy...your free time is over now...back to school and report to the kitchen for washing up duty!"

The deep voice quietened down a little, he was obviously talking on a radio, "I'm sending Johnson...257983 in for punishment, smoking in the playing field...I'll write the report when I get back in!"

John stepped out of the spiny and looked in the direction of the prison officer, "John...are you mad?"

"Hi Victor...I'm out walking with my wife...I hope we're not trespassing or anything?"

"Hi John...if you're walking with your wife I'd say to keep away from the wood behind the lake...that's where the older boys hang out, they are allowed to smoke if they're over sixteen but most of them are more serious offenders...violence as well as rape."

A shiver ran through my body at the mention of rape.

The uniformed officer joined John at the end of the path leading into the spiny, I looked around at the bunch of kids that had been following me but they had all evaporated as the officer approached.

"Hi Mrs Clarke, I'll bet you don't remember me do you?"

"Metal Box prop forward...you got a nasty cut last year, you were my first casualty after I got my first aid certificate."

He smiled at me, "You have a very good memory!"

"I thought that you worked for Metal Box, the tin manufacturers"

"My brother works there, I just play for them...we do have a prison officers team but not may people will play us."

"Did your cut heal okay or did it scar?"

"it healed up okay thanks."

Victor looked at John dressed in his cream chinos and black polo shirt and then he looked into the spiny at the way that I was dressed, the wind was blowing into the wood, pressing my dress into my stomach and allowing my perfect triangle of ginger to show through.

Victor turned his back on me and whispered in John's ear, "If you go to the end of the lake, there's a path into the woods that passes a derelict house, the house is just beyond our fence so we don't go out there but some of the older boys go out there to smoke weed..." Victor looked over his shoulder again at me, "...the older boys usually take one of the younger, less experienced boys outside the fence, get him high on cannabis and sodomise him...they aren't gay but there are no girls here at Saint Johns and some of the older boys have been having sex for ten years!"

John smiled, "I thought that the oldest boy here was only twenty!"

"That's right but some of our boys started very early!"

Victor walked off in the direction that he'd told John to go in. We followed about twenty feet behind Victor until we got close to the derelict house, Victor climbed through a hole in the fence and walked up to the side of the house where there was a window opening without glass in it, John was about to follow Victor but we were waved away, sent further along the fence to another hole. John made a noise kicking a stone as he walked through the open doorway. I spotted a boy who looked about thirteen years old, he was face down on a hay bale and an older boy was behind him plugging the younger boy's arse with his cock...over and over again.

The older boy in the group turned and saw John first and then me behind John. "Hey mister, you out walking your dog or something?"

"Just taking my wife out for a birthday walk and we smelled your weed!"

"Is your wife looking to turn a trick with a little young meat?"

John turned to me and said, "What do you think darling...are you interested?"

I looked around the large group of late teenage boys and thought, 'Probably not!' I shook my head

John looked disappointed again and he stepped in closer, "Will you at least take your dress off if they promise not to try to fuck you?"

I looked at the boy who seemed to be the leader, he grinned at me, put rwo fingers of his right hand in the air, "Scouts honour misses!"

I shook my head at him, "Wrong hand!"

He laughed...

"Whatever...I never was a scout but if we step out of line you'll never come back and we'd rather have a regular supply of pussy than just one jump...so strip off for us, we'll wank ourselves while we inspect you and...well, if you ask one of us to get you off in any way...the rest of us will respect your choice.

I looked back at John, he was looking hopeful now, "What do you say?"

John smiled and nodded his head.

I pulled my dress off in one go, just like taking off a band aid.

Eight boys gasped when they saw my naked body, I thought I heard Victor Shornyk gasp as well. Eight cocks were suddenly pulled out of trousers. The leader of the boys came right up to me, he looked me over very closely and said, "We promised not to touch you...but you can touch us if you like!"

I lifted my hand to his cock and started to wank him off. He fired at my hip in just a few minutes and then he stepped away. There was a second boy stepping up next to me and I took his cock as well, I got him off, his aim was at my pussy mound so now I had a train of boy-spunk dribbling down my thigh and another dripping off of my newly trimmed bush.

In the end I wanked all eight older boys, and I included the thirteen year old who had his arse filled by the ninth boy. The lead boy was back again, this time he lifted my breast and was shuffling in closer, aiming his cock at my pussy, he was rubbing his cockhead over my trimmed bush and I was actually opening my legs to allow him access to my pussy.

There was a siren sounding from the direction of the school, I looked over to the window and saw that Victor was pressing a button on his radio's keypad. The lead boy said, "Fuck it, somebody must have done something bloody stupid, we're being called back to school for emergency role-call and we should still have an hour of free time left!"

John and I were left alone in the old house, it took Victor about five minutes to get around to the door, John was kissing me and rubbing his fingers in the masses of spunk covering my lower body.

"I'm sorry if I stopped things early there but if you had let Graham screw you, they would have all screwed you and I was hoping that you'd want to come back for more young fun another day."

Victor eased John away from my pussy and he pulled my face around to his and he kissed me, "Can I fuck you?"

I nodded my head and Victor pushed me down on my back on the hay bail and he fucked me while John was looking very close at my pussy, watching Victor's cock pounding in and out of my pussy.

John was very excited watching Victor fuck me and as soon as Victor rolled off of me, leaving a gallon of his semen in my pussy, John jumped straight on top and he fucked me as well. While John was fucking me Victor said, "Would you consider doing a little volunteering at the school for me Vicky?"

"Doing what...teaching, standing in front of a class that could have 9 boys in it that I've just wanked off?"

"I was thinking more of pastoral care!"

"Like what?"

"I was thinking of a monthly award, the inmate who has the best 'Good Conduct' score could get a day out, I could bring the boy over to your house or even meet at a park or barn someplace so he can screw you."

I looked at John and he actually looked really excited...

"Wait a minute, what if it's one of the twelve year old boys who has the best conduct one month?"

"Wouldn't you let a twelve year old fuck you?"

"No!"

"Are you sure? What about the thirteen year old you just wanked in front of his mates?"

"That doesn't count!"

"Hand job, blow job, full sex...its all the same in the eyes of the law...anyway, don't dismiss the idea out of hand, chat it through with John and let me know...I'll float the idea of a good conduct day out with the governor, I won't tell the boys anything more than a day out and see if it improves the behaviour of the boys as they compete to be taken out for the day."

As we walked back to the car I said, "What do you think to the idea of me having sex with a borstal boy once a month?"

"I love the idea...it would be like you being a whore but instead of doing it for money...you'd be doing it for good behaviour points and if I can watch while you do the boy...that would be a bonus as far as I'm concerned!"

I climbed into John's car and thought, 'Shit, a hell of a lot's happened in just twenty-four hours...what will I do tomorrow?'

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