Perverts 'R' Us

Annie's Story

By Nobody True ( M+/f+ )

Sunday evening

Molly and Clare called to see me, and mum invited them in. We went up to my bedroom out of the way, and they asked if I was going swimming on Monday. "Yes" I said enthusiastically,

"Well," said Clare, "we're not going to the swimming baths."

"We aren't, why?"

"We're going up to Carney Lake."

"That's even better. With your mum and dad, Molly?"

"Um, No. With big Clem and a couple of his friends."

"Oh, that sounds fantastic, has he got a car now?" I replied.

"No, we're going on the motorbikes."

"Motorbikes? I've never been on one before."

"Neither have we," said Clare, "I bet it will be fun."

"Oh, OK then." I wasn't sure about the motorbikes, dangerous things.

Molly started looking through my wardrobe. "Do these still fit you?" She held up a pair of white shorts.

"And this?" said Clare, holding up a small tee shirt.

"Yes, why? They're new."

"Try them on then," Clare coaxed.

I stripped off, pulled the shorts on doing up the three buttons, and put on the pink tee shirt with "Cherry Girl" embroidered on the front.

"Don't you wear pants, with shorts?" asked Molly.

"No. Why, do you?" I replied.

Claire chipped in with, "I don't either."

I stared at myself in the mirror, turning from side to side. I looked good in these. The tee shirt's hem ended just below my slowly growing boob mounds, and the shorts pulled tightly against my pussy. My arse was sticking out. It wasn't big, it's just the way it looked. Anyway older boys always stared at it and especially men, they liked to stroke and pat me on the bum. I liked it when they did that.

"OK, wear them then," Molly said.

Clare told me not to tell anybody what we were up to. "OK," I promised, "Not even my mum." They told me to meet them at the usual place at eight forty-five.

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

Molly and Clare went home. I got changed, putting the clothes away neatly.

Bank holiday, Monday morning

I rushed around to the meeting place. They weren't going to be pleased. It was five past nine now, and I ran as fast as I could, hoping they hadn't left without me.

They were there, sitting on the wall, chatting to a couple of lads.

"You're late," shouted Clare as I approached them.

"Sorry but mum sent me on an errand."

"Come on, then. Hurry up or they'll go without us."

We said goodbye to the boys, hurrying around to big Clem's.

Molly was wearing a short tee shirt with "I like men, not boys" written on the front. She had a very short white skirt on. It was nearly see through, and the strap of her G-string was visible. Clare was wearing tight denim shorts and a long plain tee shirt. I thought I looked the best, and hoped big Clem would too.

We ran around to the back of the block of flats where Clem lived. The sound of engines being revved in the car park, we ran over to them.

"You're late," said big Clem. "We were just about to go on our own." He winked at the skinny man I now know as Angus. He smiled, staring at my bottom. Angus held out a crash helmet to Molly. She put it on and climbed on the back of his motorbike, her arms wrapping around his waist.

Clare ran over to Ralph and did the same.

I stood, staring up at big Clem. He was even bigger than I remembered him. "Hi big Clem," I said.

The big man stared at me, "Hello beautiful, you must be little Annie." I smiled and he stared at my shorts. "Are you ready?" I nodded, "Oh Yes."

He pulled me towards him and put the helmet on my head, scooping me up in his big hands. He moved backwards along the seat placing me in front of him. I held onto the handle bar on either side of the clocks. He reached down between my thighs, lifting me up, and moved me along towards the petrol tank. He pushed closer to my bum, pulling me back a little. I could feel the hard swelling in his jeans, tight against my bottom.

He looked down at my shorts, "They're a bit tight, aren't they?" I looked down and it must have been the position I was sitting in. The buttons were digging into me. His left hand moved around to my belly, his fingers undid two of the three buttons, the waistband opening up.

"That feel better?" he asked, and I nodded.

I looked over towards Molly and Clare.

Angus's arm was behind him, his hand up Molly's skirt, as I stared through the visor.

Clare's arms were still wrapped around Ralph, her right hand in the top of his jeans. "Wow," I thought to myself, "I hope big Clem's going to play with me."

The engines roared and we set off, around the flats and onto the main road heading out of town. A couple of miles down the road we pulled into a petrol station. Ralph and Clare got off the bike as he filled the tank with petrol. Clare lent forwards against the bike. I knew why, the button on her shorts was undone and the zip was down. Angus and Molly pulled up beside us. Angus' hands reached straight around between her legs. Her hands were down the front of his jeans.

I stared. I looked up at Clem, his visor was up. I was grinning up at him gesturing with my head towards Angus and Molly.

He smiled, watching them, my hands still clinging onto the handlebar.

I moved forwards, watching her hands. She realized that I was watching and moved her left hand opening his jeans wider, allowing me to see his cock. I smiled through the visor at her.

Clem must have realized what she was doing. He tapped the top of the helmet. I looked up as he lifted the visor; he smiled and winked at me. I smiled back, he turned my head towards them and I carried on watching.

I turned to watch Angus' hands working between her legs, her skirt lifted up around her midriff, the V of her G-string ripped apart. I stared as his fingers went in and out of her pussy.

I felt Clem's left hand on my belly rubbing it, his fingers moving down to my shorts, his right hand on my right knee pulling my leg away from the petrol tank.

I squirmed on the seat turning and looking down as his thumb and forefinger undid the last button. He opened my shorts wide, my blonde hairs in view. Stroking them gently his fingers moved down, slipping the middle one's tip into my pussy, tickling my button with his forefinger, his middle finger trying to get further in. I squirmed again helping him.

I knew he wouldn't be able to get it all in. I had only let Jimmy do it once and it bled and hurt when he pushed his finger right in. Clare had said it wouldn't hurt now that it's been bled. I wasn't so sure.

This felt different. It must be because Clem was playing with my button as well. It always felt good when I played with it myself, although I'd never put anything in my pussy.

Clem kept dipping the tip of his finger in and out. It wasn't hurting, it felt very nice. I opened my legs wider to see if he could get any more in. He did, and swirling it around and around in circles, my pussy was getting really wet.

Ralph's motorbike started up. He climbed on, Clare climbed on behind him, and they set off. Clem removed his finger and we followed. I stared at Clem's middle finger as he worked the clutch. It was wet and shiny all the way up to his knuckles. We carried on riding down the road, the cold air rushing into my shorts, my love button hard, the throbbing of the tank underneath me, my nipples erect, freezing from the wind.

Clem pointed to a forest of trees in the distance and I nodded. He revved the engine the speedometer shooting up to seventy, the trees getting nearer. We slowed down, pulled into a gateway and rode along an old track, stopping at a clearing, the engines switched off.

Clem lifted me off the bike, turned me around, facing him. He removed my helmet and then his, dropping them on the grass. He pulled me towards him, kissed me on my forehead, and shoved his right hand in my shorts. His middle finger slipped straight in up to his knuckles.

He smiled and said, "Just checking."

"I know," I said, "I didn't think it would all go all the way in."

He laughed and asked if it hurt. I said "no".

"Does it feel nice? Do you like it?" I grinned nodding.

He smiled and patted my bottom, squeezing the cheeks together and letting me go.

I wandered off to join Molly and Clare. They were heading towards the bank of the lake. Ralph called after us to be careful and Molly turned and waved to him.

I ran to Clare excited saying, "You were right, it doesn't hurt."

They both turned and stared at me, "What doesn't?" they both asked.

"Well Clem pushed his middle finger right in my pussy and it didn't hurt." They both giggled.

"I told you," said Clare, smiling,

"I've got some spare pants if you need them, Molly." I offered.

"Thanks Annie but I've brought some with me just in case."

We sat on the lake's bank our feet in the cool water, watching the men put small dome tents up for us to get changed in. They called us when they were finished. Each of us went into a tent to get changed.

I came out and the men were already in the water.

I stood in my new two-piece cozzy I'd conned mum into buying for me.

A small elasticized tank top and high cut pants, white. I knew they were see-through when wet. I stared down. They didn't have to be wet to be see-through. My pussy lips were protruding out, the material pushing between them. A piece of string clung tight into the crease of my arse. I waited and Molly came out wearing her same old cozzy. It fit better now that her body was growing.

Clare came out. She was wearing Baby Jane's cozzy. It was much too small, barely covering her ever-growing boobs and the bottoms hugging the top of her thighs. The V-shaped material was stuck between her pussy lips. We stared as she ran off towards the water and jumped straight in, heading for Ralph. We watched as her arms went around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist. We followed her in.

Clem met me at the water's edge, scooping me up in his arms and he waded in until the water was up to his midriff. He shouted to Angus. Angus turned and Clem threw me towards him. I screamed in shock, Angus caught me in both arms and threw me back. I screamed again. Clem caught me and kissed me on the lips, dropping me into the water. I squealed as the cold of the water hit me and he laughed.

I scooped handfuls of water at him and we played for about an hour in the water. Clem rubbed my nipples hard and pushed his finger in my pussy at every opportunity he got, which was a lot.

We all decided it was time to get out. We lay on our towels outside the tents. Clem lay beside me, kissing my forehead, nose and mouth. He was teaching me how to kiss properly with my mouth open, his tongue in my mouth searching inside, playing with my tongue.

I did the same back as he played with my nipples that were pointing out of the see-through material. He reached down slipping his fingers into my cozzy bottoms. I held his hand stopping him, thinking Clare and Molly would be watching us but they weren't. Molly and Angus had disappeared into his tent.

Clare lay on top of Ralph, his hands rubbing her bottom. They were too engrossed in snogging each other. I let go of Clem's hand and he continued to kiss me while he teased my love button out of its hiding place. I was really getting wet now, his fingertips sliding up and down between my pussy lips. I opened my legs wide as he pushed a finger in, reaming it round and round.

Clare started giggling. Clem stopped and we looked over to her and Ralph.

They were sitting up watching us, Clem's finger still working away inside me. I looked up at him as he asked if I wanted to go into the tent for some privacy. I nodded, he removed his hand and crawled into the tent and I followed him in.

We continued kissing as he removed my top and started to kiss my nipples, flicking them with his tongue. It felt really nice. He pulled my bottoms down to my knees opening my legs, his fingers playing with my button again. He slipped my bottoms off my feet, opening my legs wider.

I lay there naked as he kissed and sucked my nipples, squeezing my button between his thumb and forefinger. His middle finger was deep inside my pussy. He slid it out and he started pushing his middle and forefinger in. He encouraged me to open my legs wider and as the fingers slid tightly in he said, "Good girl". He moved his head so I could look down and watch as he played inside of me.

He smiled, "Nice."

"Oh yes!" I said, as he continued to make me wet.

Clem moved down between my legs, his fingers still inside me. He started to lick and suck my button as I stared down watching him. This was wonderful.

I felt his other thumb rubbing my arsehole. I lifted my legs as he pushed it in, it hurt a little at first, but I soon got used to it.

He removed his fingers and thumb and his arms lifted my legs up as he kissed his way up my body. My pussy was rubbing against the coarse hairs on his abdomen. He shifted up on his knees, his head high above me.

I felt his cock touch my pussy. I looked down to see it between my lips, the purple head big and fat against my tiny hole.

I never thought about his cock, how big it was. I hadn't seen it or touched it while swimming. Even when we got out I didn't take any notice. I'd only seen one cock before, Jimmy's, and I wouldn't let him put that in me.

He pushed it nearer my hole but it wouldn't go in, it was too big.

I looked up at him, begging "Please Clem, don't."

He smiled down at me and his hand moved down to my pussy. He held the lips open with his fingers and pushed. The head squeezed in.

I was shocked when I felt the head pop in. He held it there.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, I thought it would." I said.

He smiled down at me and started pushing. It was hurting now and I was crying, saying "Please Clem, take it out. It's too big."

He didn't stop; he kept forcing it into me.

"Oh God, please Clem! Take it out, it hurts!"

He stopped and stared down at it. I followed his gaze, it was huge. I didn't know how much was in me, but there was still about eight inches of it left. He slid it backwards with the head plopping out.

I stared, thinking it must be at least ten inches long.

He pushed it back in, not hurting as much this time. He shifted onto his knees. "Does that feel better?" I nodded.

Holding me by my thighs and lifting me up, he bent forwards with all his weight pressing against the backs of my thighs and more pressure on my pussy, and he pushed hard.

I screamed and screamed as it ripped my insides apart, forcing its way deeper and deeper in. The pain inside was unbearable. I passed out, I don't know for how long.

Clem was slapping my face, calling my name. "Annie, Annie, wake up."

I started coming around. Clem was still on top of me, staring down into my eyes.

Molly and Clare were laid along either side of me asking if I was alright, wiping tears from my eyes and face.

I stared at Molly, "Please tell him to take it out."

"He can't," Clare said, "it's stuck."

I looked down the length of my body. There was only four inches of Clem's cock that hadn't gone in.

It had stretched my pussy hole wide open. It looked like someone had their arm stuck inside me. It didn't hurt. I couldn't feel anything.

"Please Molly, Clare, make him take it out."

Ralph and Angus stared at me through the opening of the tent. Angus was angry, shouting at Clem, "Why didn't you fuck her arse instead? She's only a tiny little thing."

Clem was telling him to "shut up."

"Fuck my arse?" I thought, "So that's why older boys and men stared at my bottom!"

Molly said I had to relax, that all my muscles inside had tightened up and he wouldn't be able to get it out until the muscles eased off and relaxed.

Angus grabbed Clare by the arm, dragging her out of the tent.

He crawled in and kissed me on the forehead saying, "I'm going to play with your clit for a while. It will help you ease off, OK?"

I stared at him, "What clit?"

"This," as he reached down and tickled my love button.

"Oh my love button," I giggled.

"Love button, now that's a nicer name for it!" he said as he smiled at me. I was starting to like Angus, understanding his accent, what he was saying when he talked slowly. I let him play with me.

Clem's cock eventually plopped out and I stared down at it. It wasn't hard, still big and long, and covered in blood.

Angus stopped playing with my clit and he stared at my pussy. The hole was wide open and blood was trickling out. I sat up and stared at it.

Angus wiped the blood away gently with Clem's towel. He backed out of the tent on his knees, holding my hand and pulling me with him. He wrapped my towel around me and carried me in his arms towards the lake.

The cold water rising up to my bottom, he let me down slowly into the water, gently washing my pussy.

We both turned as the engine of Clem's motorbike started up. He had taken his tent down and was riding off with Molly on the back. Angus stared angrily at them.

Ralph and Clare stood with their mouths open, staring after them, pointing.

"Fuck them," said Angus, "he's welcome to her." He carried me out of the water.

Ralph laid Angus' towel on the ground, Angus letting me down gently onto it. Clare asked if I was OK. I nodded.

She peered between my legs, opening them wider and I stared with her. "God, it's still wide open and bleeding." she said. I nodded, and started crying.

Angus sat beside me, pulling my head to his shoulder saying, "Don't worry darling, I'll look after you now. You'll be OK in a couple of days. Did you bring any old pants with you?"

I nodded. Clare fetched them for me. Ralph threw a toilet roll to Angus.

Tearing about six sheets off and rolling it up he said, "Put this inside your pants." I did, after I pulled them on.

"When you get home, take a nice warm bath," said Ralph, "It will help."

I smiled up at him, "We haven't got a bath, just a shower."

Angus smiled at me, "It's OK, I have. Come on, let's get dressed and get out of here." We did. I sat behind him as we rode home. We rode past a couple of streets near where I lived, down a small side road and onto a big drive, parking in front of a double garage. Angus got off, helped me off, and opened the front door to the bungalow. Clare and Ralph followed us in.

It was a lovely bungalow. Really posh, two bedrooms, a massive garden at the back screened off with Lelandi hedging.

Clare and I had a bath. Ralph and Angus asked "if I felt better." I did, I'd stopped bleeding but was still very sore.

They dropped us off near to where I lived, taking the helmets off us, and rode away.

Clare called to see me after a couple of days, making sure I was OK and wanting to know if my mum had found out. She hadn't.

I asked if she had seen big Clem.

"No," she said, "but Molly has started taking Ruth round to his flat."

Clare was still seeing Ralph, telling me that Angus kept asking after me and saying to me, "You should call round to thank him."

I agreed. But didn't.

It was a Friday about three weeks later during spring break that I bumped into Angus in the shopping centre.

He smiled at me. He looked completely different, wearing a suit and tie. I couldn't speak to him as I was shopping with my mum. We usually shopped until we dropped. Well, that's what mum used to say. Afterwards we always called at a little café for something to eat, to "spend the rest of daddy's money, he's got plenty of it," she would say.

Mum went to the counter and ordered. I looked around and seeing Angus sitting on his own, reading a magazine, I found an empty table in front of him and sat down.

"Hi Angus," I whispered.

Dropping the magazine away from his face, he smiled, "Hi Annie, how are you?"

"I'm OK now."

"You sure?" he said as he nodded towards my skirt. I nodded.

Mum came strolling over, a full tray in her hands. He continued reading the magazine. Mum sat with her back to him.

I stared past mum at him as I sipped a milkshake through a straw. He tapped mum on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, but you've dropped one of your bags."

She had. Lifting it up, a bottle of perfume she'd bought earlier had broken, the liquid spilling out of the bag.

"Thanks," she said to Angus as she stood up. "I'm just going to the toilets, Annie."

I nodded at her, smirking.

"Here, catch," Angus said as he flicked a small card towards me.

I sat staring at it. Angus Stewart, Insurance consultant, an E mail address, and two phone numbers printed on it, I stared.

He smiled, nodding towards the door. Mum was on her way back. I shoved the card into the top of my skirt, concealing it with my tee shirt.

Mum said thanks again to Angus and sat down. He got up saying, "Bye," winked at me and left the café.

Mum said he seemed like a nice gentleman, and she hoped I would meet someone like him when I grew up. I nearly choked, thinking to myself, "It's going to be sooner than that!"

After getting home and putting my new clothes away, I asked mum if I could go out for awhile. "Yes, but be back before nine," she said. It was only four-thirty.

I found the nearest telephone box, ringing the number printed on the card. No answer. I rang the mobile one placing a pound coin in the slot.

"Hello, Angus Stewart," came the reply.

"Hi Angus, it's Annie."

"Where are you?" he asked.

I told him. "Just wait there," he said and hung up.

I stood at the side of the phone box and waited. A smart silver four-wheel drive with tinted windows pulled up, sounding the horn as the door opened.

"Angus!" I exclaimed.

"Hi Annie, get in." I did and he put the seat belt on me and drove off. We parked on the drive outside the bungalow.

"Do you want to come in for a while?"

I sat staring at him not sure, scared of what he had planned. He undid the seat belt, pulling me towards him, kissing me on my forehead and giggling at my reticence.

"You haven't got anything that I haven't seen before, and anyway I only want to chat, make sure you're OK, that's all."

I sat on the settee, he on the couch, and we chatted. He told me he hadn't seen Clem since. He'd seen Ralph a few times, but nobody else.

I told him what Clare had said about Molly and Ruth. He laughed saying, "Clem just didn't know when he was onto a good thing."

I didn't understand, but I told him what mum had said about him.

He laughed out loud, telling me "not to take anyone at face value." I didn't understand that either.

"So what have you got planned for tomorrow?"

"Nothing," I replied.

"Do you want to come round here and keep me company?"

I stared at him, "Just you and me?"

He nodded. I must have looked frightened.

He giggled, "There's nothing I can do to you that Clem hasn't already done," he said.

"Yes there is."

"What?" he asked.

"You might fuck my arse."

He laughed loudly. "True, I might, but I won't hurt you like Clem did, and anyway you've got a nice arse."

I smiled saying, "I know."

"Let's have a look at it then?"

I stood up, turned my back on him, bent over and wiggled my bottom. He laughed and I giggled.

He grabbed my hips pulling me towards him, slipping his left hand up my short pleated skirt and groping my bottom. He lifted me onto his knees, my legs dangling over the arm of the chair, my arms wrapped around his neck. I kissed him, opening my mouth, his tongue playing with mine.

His hand was underneath me, fingers playing with my arsehole. His right hand was taking turns stroking both of my nipples, moving down, lifting my short skirt up, and rubbing my button. His fingers moved down to my pussy lips. I opened my legs a little as he rubbed up and down and he tried to get to my hole.

I stopped him pulling his hand away, clamping and crossing my legs shut.

He giggled, "It's OK, I'm not in a hurry. Can I have a little look at it, Annie?" He moved his right hand so it rested on the back of the chair.

I nodded, opening my legs wide, pulling my pants to one side. He stared down, "It's closed up OK then?" I nodded.

"Have you had any problems since?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, mum said I should have started my periods by now and I haven't. Do you think it's because of what happened?"

Angus frowned. "Probably," he said. "Is your mum taking you to the doctor's?"

"No, she said some girls have their periods later on and it was a blessing."

"You do know that the doctor will tell her that you're not a virgin?"

"Yes, Clare told me. Hers have started now, and Ralph has to use protection or she won't do it."

Angus giggled "We won't have to."

"Why not, it's safer. There's a thirteen year old at our school and she's pregnant."

"It's not Clem's, is it?"

I stared at him puzzled, "Well it's one of Clem's nieces."

Angus went awfully quiet. When he did speak he said, "Come on, I'd better get you home."

He dropped me off at the phone box and we arranged for him to pick me up at ten the next morning.

I stood waiting at the phone box. It was nine forty-five and I was early, dressed in a small tee shirt and little checked pleated skirt looking my best, a shoulder bag hung at my waist.

I couldn't wait to see Angus. Nine o'clock came and went - no sign of Angus.

A motorbike rode past, stopped, turned around and pulled up beside me. Oh God no, it was big Clem.

He lifted his visor staring at me. "Hello Annie, how's you're little fanny, not so little now!" he laughed.

I stood and stared. "I'm going to tell my mum what you did."

That stopped him laughing and took the smirk off his face. He roared off down the road in the opposite direction.

I walked towards home, wondering if I should indeed tell.

The sound of a horn behind me and a car pulled up. "Annie, Annie!"

I turned, "Angus!" The door opened and I jumped in telling him what had happened, what Clem had said.

He turned the four-wheel drive around and headed in the same direction as Clem.

"Where are we going, Angus?"

"To sort something out," he said angrily.

We pulled up at the back of a pub. He got out the car and went into the back yard. He came out two minutes later and Clem followed him. I sat frightened and listened, not sure what was going on.

They stood arguing, Clem prodding Angus in the chest. Angus shouted at him. Whatever Angus said to Clem stopped him dead in his tracks. He just stared at him. Angus was getting very angry, punching Clem in the face.

Big Clem was on the floor, blood streaming from his nose. Angus was still angry. Pointing at him and motioning towards the pub, Angus turned and walked towards the pub. Big Clem grabbed his arm and held his hands up, pleading.

Angus turned and walked away from him back to the car. He got in, slamming the door hard shut. He floored the accelerator, narrowly missing Big Clem.

I didn't say a word, knowing he was still angry. We flew around to his bungalow, slamming the brakes on just before the garage doors, turning the engine off and he was getting out, straight in through the front door.

I sat there for about ten minutes, waiting. The door opened. Angus came over and opened the door motioning me to get out. I did. He went back in and I followed him into the kitchen/diner.

"Me and Clem have been mates for years. I hope you're worth it, Annie."

I nodded, understanding. He had given up that friendship for me.

"Come here." He sat on a kitchen chair, holding my hands and pulling me towards him.

"Take your pants off." I did.

"Kneel down." I did.

He undid his trousers, pulled them down past his knees and said, "Suck this." I did as I was told.

It was big, not as big as Clem's but a lot bigger than Jimmy's.

I sucked and he taught me how to wank it properly. Angus came in my mouth.

"Swallow it." I did.

He stood up, got me a drink of water, and I drank it.

Holding me by my hand he pulled me into his bedroom, dragging his trousers around his ankles. He sat on the bed and took his trousers and shirt off.

"Strip." he said.

I stared at him.

"Strip, take your clothes off, all of them."

I did as I was told.

"Come here." Edging closer he grabbed me, pulling me onto the bed.

"Lie on your front." I did thinking, "Oh god no, he's going to fuck my arse!"

Angus lay at the side of me slowly stroking my back, rubbing the cheeks of my bottom.

"Annie, I want you to sit on this."

He turned his cock hard pointing skywards. I knelt moving towards him, lifting my leg over him, my pussy in front of his hard cock and resting on his balls. The end was past my belly button.

"Stand up." I stood.

He held my ankles pulling me forwards.

"Now sit," he said. I lowered myself down onto his cock.

"Forward a bit."

I shuffled the head of his cock poking at the opening to my hole. My hands rested on his chest as it slipped in.

"Does it hurt?" I nodded.

"Lift up and push down hard."

Gritting my teeth with my eyes closed, I pushed as hard as I could and his cock shot into me. God, it hurt.

Opening my eyes I watched him staring at his cock and my pussy, "Lift up and try again."

I lifted with his cock head still inside, and dropped. "It hurts," I said as I tried to lift back up.

He reached out grabbing my hips holding me down, his balls underneath me. "You'll get used to it." He started moving my hips, pulling me sideways one way then the other, grinding my pussy into him, pulling me backwards and forwards.

"You do it," he said. I tried for a while.

"Are you getting wet?"

I shook my head, "No, it just hurts."

"Play with your button."

I played for ages and it started getting wet.

"Try moving up and down on it."

My hands on his stomach I pushed up and down. A new feeling started inside me, I was getting wetter. He must have felt me tightening inside.

"Now grind it into you." He held onto my hips helping me grind and I came like I never came before. Flopping forwards onto his chest he kissed me on the forehead.

"Good girl Annie, you did it."

I smiled up at him dreamily. "Oh wow, it's never felt like that before."

We lay together for a while. "Angus, can I try again?"

He laughed, "Yes, try doing it slowly."

I did, moving up and down his body slowly, my love button fully extended and rubbing against his abdomen and coarse hairs. Meanwhile Angus tweaked my nipples, not believing how big they grew. It felt even better as I came again and again.

Angus pulled me up towards him kissing me, saying, "Good girl Annie, I was starting to get worried. I thought maybe Clem had done some damage inside, but you seem OK."

"Oh yes Angus, it's wonderful with you."

We carried on snogging, his hands playing with my bottom, a finger slipping into my arse hole.

"Annie?"

Knowing what he was going to ask, "Yes Angus, but don't hurt me?"

I lay on my front, my hands underneath me playing with my button, three fingers inside my pussy.

Angus was behind me between my legs, his cock head rubbing up and down the crease of my bottom, a finger in my arsehole, widening it.

He pushed the head in, giving me time to get used to the feel of it, and pushed slowly in a bit at a time.

I was cumming again as he pushed it right in.

"Lift up onto your knees, Annie." He held the small of my back, pushing my shoulders down, and fucked me hard as I carried on playing with my button.

I came again and he came too. That was the beginning for us.

I love being with Angus even to this day, many years later. I only have one problem that really upsets him. We can't have children because of what Clem did to me.

The end