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(VPS 121226-1, 26/12/2012), Outbound message X-Antivirus-Status: Clean X-Original-Message-ID: <_tLCs.1077$0j.730@fx07.fr7> NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2012 23:10:50 UTC X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2012 23:11:05 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Growing Pains: New Secrets 7/9 (MF, exhib, oral, wam, hand, public) Lines: 2459 Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2012 02:10:55 -0500 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Credits and License Codes: MF exhib oral wam hand public Copyright (c) John D 2012 John D has asserted his right to be identified as the author of this work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998. This piece of work is fiction and is adult entertainment and contains material of an adult, explicit nature. If you are under the age, required to view this legally in your jurisdiction, or are easily offended by sexual explicit content or language do not continue reading. The characters in this story are fictitious, and any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, places or situations are purely coincidental. The actions described in this story are not endorsed or condoned by the author. It should be noted that the age of consent in the UK is sixteen, and there are no graphic descriptions of any sex act containing characters younger than this age for titillation. There may be some characters under the age of sixteen in the book, but any sexual activities they may partake in, are not described in any detail, so there are no underage participants in my erotic sex scenes. It is on this basis that this work is released so that it complies with all relevant legislation. This work may not be uploaded to any website or jurisdiction which where the material contained within violates either the law of the land or the usage conditions of the site. This work is released under the Creative Commons license Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0), the full text of which can be obtained from the Creative Commons website. The story may be freely distributed providing the text remains unmodified and contains the preface and these credits attached. The story may not reproduced for commercial purposes, or for profit, without explicit permission from the author. The front cover for this book was taken by swo81 and is released under the Creative Commons license at the following address: http://www.flickr.com/photos/photoswo/7288978930/in/set-72157629939088446/ The photographer does not endorse this work. Preface This story is part of the "Growing Pains" world. This is the nine chapter book that shows Andy's relationship with Sarah blossoming while Rhea still has problems with Nathan. Andy gets closer to Scarlet, Grace has a date or two and Abi has a revelation that changes everything. In this chapter, Zoe and Andy get taken to dinner, Sarah and Andy unintentionally exhibit themselves to half of Year 10 and Sarah is given stripping lessons by Abi. Andy takes a single friend to a photo shoot and Zoe is disgusted when Abi and Sarah choose an explicit bondage film for their film club. Scarlet is doing well in her acting career, Sarah gets new clothes and Rhea has Parents' Evening to worry about. I would like to thank my wife for her understanding while writing all of my stories. Alas, as I choose to remain semi-anonymous I cannot name her! Please let me know what you think of the story; I cannot hope to improve as an author if the readers don't tell me where I succeeded and where I failed! John D December 2012 Web link: http://www.johndstories.co.uk Twitter: @johndstories Email: johndstories@gmail.com Chapter VII Zoe had barely stopped pacing up and down the living room carpet, much to Rhea's glee. My little sister didn't know too much about Zoe's uncle and Zoe happily filled in the details for her and Simon, while she ranted for almost an hour. "And he is so perverted. And he is going out with a University student. And ...." "He isn't that bad," I told Simon. "Good fun, good sense of humour. Kind heart." "Kind heart? He films dirty stuff." She screwed up her face, and I reached across to the television to flick the PlayStation on. "Let's have a race," I suggested but Zoe wasn't interested; in the end I got Rhea to have a game - on the condition that I lost, but our hollering was loud enough to make Zoe's rantings impossible to be heard, so she stopped. Neil appeared in the doorway of the flat with Mum late-afternoon and he looked at Zoe and Simon - now racing each other. They hadn't noticed him, and I saw a smile come over his face as he watched his niece and nephew battle around the course. He leant against the doorway rubbing his nose and caught Zoe's eye as she crossed the finishing line. "Hiya Simon." Simon looked up and bit his lip. "Hi," he muttered. "Coming for tea as well?" "I got to get home," he told him, a little nervously and looked behind him towards my sister. "We are going at five." Neil tried hard to smile, but everyone in the room knew that Simon's excuse was just that - an excuse - and he was somewhat apprehensive about spending time with his errant relative. "Sure," Neil said with a wave of the hand. "Next time." "Yeah," Simon said, a bit too quickly. "Next time." Zoe was still apprehensive herself but had rung her mother to say that she would be eating here and without too much fuss, we left the flat in near silence. I asked Zoe if she wanted to be alone, but she shook her head and grabbed hold of my hand. We settled for the Italian restaurant on the corner of the road, and we were sited in an alcove at the back. Neil took one look at the menu and hummed. "Only Lanson," he moaned when he saw the sole entry under Champagne. "It's not right," I teased and looked at Zoe. "We come and every time we want a Mow-ah and Chandon, and we just have to make do with a Lanson." Neil shook his head. "A Pol Roger wouldn't go amiss," he said as he licked his lips. "And it's Mow-et not Maw-ah." I blinked, and he smiled. "The company may be French, but the founder was Dutch." Zoe fidgeted and looked up at him. "Any chance of just getting the normal stuff for a change? Or even just a bottle of wine? Or water?" Neil smiled. "You haven't changed," he told her. "You are so like little Emma. Bossy, self assured." Zoe's shoulders dropped, and she crossed her arms. "You have subjected me a live sex show." "Yeah and don't tell Sarah," I joked "She already wants your job!" Zoe's frown eased, and she picked up the menu. Neil did ask if they had any non-listed champagnes - and subsequently ordered a Tattinger from the four bottles behind the counter. Zoe shook her head, and I ordered a calzone, Zoe requested a salad and Neil asked for the most expensive pasta dish on the menu. The waiter asked for the payment for the champagne up-front and Neil passed him three notes to cover it and the meal. He looked a little flustered as the millionaire opened his bulging wallet but took the money and gave us funny looks all meal. It was noticeable that our food arrived remarkably quickly and was of an excellent standard! Neil was keen to wring some conversation out of Zoe and poured her a glass of champagne although she was hesitant about taking. "And you can't drink, you're driving," she told him firmly, and he gave a titter. "I can have two." "Two?" Zoe cried. "One!" "OK then. Only if you drink the rest," he replied with a smirk, and then looked at me. "You two drink the rest." Zoe groaned, and he shrugged. "Unless you want me to have an accident." Zoe bit her lip and sighed. "You can be so difficult at times," she moaned. Neil and I had a glass and a half each and Zoe must have had around double that. We didn't have a starter, but all had a main course, dessert and then coffees before Neil refused any sort of payment towards the bill. "It's good to see you," he said airily and then took a deep breath and pulled a small bag from his pocket. "I got something to show you." He passed the package over to Zoe who peered inside. "I go to the Maldives in two weeks and am taking that." Zoe took out a small cube, and I knew instantly that it was a ring. "An engagement ring?" "I am going to ask Emma to marry me." Zoe cooed as she opened the box and rubbed her face. "It's fifty grand of love there," he told her and could see Zoe wanting to tell him that love and money shouldn't be in the same sentence. There were easily a dozen diamonds in a floral pattern around a big diamond and numerous even smaller ones dotted around. "When we get back they'll be an engagement party if she says yes. You come?" Zoe was transfixed by the diamond ring and blinked. "And if she says no, I'll let you have it," he teased. Zoe's hands were shaking, and she put it back down on the table. I asked him why he carried it around with him, and he chortled, replying that Emma was cleaning his house while he was away and didn't want her to find it. "I'll come," she whispered hoarsely and passed the ring box to him. "You gonna tell Mum?" "She won't come," Neil told her and ordered us dessert wines with our coffee as the waiter walked past. The wine was sweet, but Zoe drank hers all to quickly and then took Neil's from him as he was driving. The tall pornographer just smiled at her, and we walked back to our flat; it was dark, and I took him around the side to get to his car; the rest of his entourage had come in two minibuses that had driven up separately and had now departed. "I'll drive you home," he offered Zoe and opened the door to his Ferrari. I shook hands with him and watched as my slightly drunk friend fell into his car with glazed eyes. She was quiet and was doing just as he suggested. Zoe was very easy to control when she had had a drink, just like when she got drunk in the Summer holidays which was a stark difference to the excitable Sarah or her exhibitionist brother. Mum was waiting for me as I came up the fire escape and told me to sit down on the sofa. "Been drinking again?" "Only a glass," I moaned. "Zoe's uncle took us to the restaurant." She wiped her hands on her top and stretched her legs on the sofa. "Well I did say you were grounded, didn't I?" "I'm an adult," I moaned. "I can't be grounded." Mum's expression hardened, and she rubbed her hands. "But you can be sacked," she said firmly, and I just groaned. "OK, I'm sorry. But Zoe asked me to go and she doesn't have a good relationship with her uncle. I was going out to help someone else." Mum snorted and I crossed my arms. "Will you relent over Tuesday? I like to see Sarah play football." "Yes," Mum contemptuously muttered. "If Sarah is allowed to attend." I huffed and got up, scowling, and Mum waited for me to get to the bottom of the stairs. "If you stopped drinking when you shouldn't, I wouldn't have to punish you." I sneered; I was an adult, way too old to be "grounded." Life was not fair. * * * * * I was just finishing the last of my morning coffee when two faces appeared talking to each other. Zoe was slightly pale, and they crossed the room to talk to me. "Hiya. How are you?" "Fine," Sarah bubbled and felt in my jacket pocket. "I need a drink and ...." I passed her two pounds coins and looked at Zoe. "Strong black coffee?" Sarah enquired and she nodded, before slouching in the chair. "I bet you know what happened," Zoe muttered and looked at me. "Ummm ... well, I reckon you were a bit tipsier by the time you got home and your mum wasn't too impressed with Neil." "She hit him," Zoe said - her voice quiet and muted, and she wiped her eyes. "For me drinking alcohol and ummm ... well just coming to her house." "Wow. Shit. That's bad." "Yeah," Zoe muttered and took the steaming drink from Sarah's hand. "And I blame you as well as him." "What? For making you see your family. I'm such a bastard!" "No," Zoe cried. "He might be my uncle, but he's ... immoral." "Then you know why we get on so well!" Zoe snorted. "And why did I have to drink all the champagne?" I was saved from answering that by the bell, and we trooped off for registration and then Miss Edwards's Maths class. Unsurprisingly Zoe looked pale and barely contributed to the lesson. I generously made two sets of notes from the examples when I saw Zoe struggling and gave them to her afterwards. "I've got English now," my blonde friend moaned, and she dragged her feet as she ambled towards the English block. "We have a free," I told my girlfriend. "And the General Studies before lunch. We could sneak off to the cinema, or we could ..." Sarah giggled. "Or we could find an unused classroom," she suggested and pulled me through the rain towards the playground and around the side of the hall. "Where?" "Music." "Why?" "Because there is no glass in the doors," she told me as she ran into the downpour. "You want to get caught?" "We could just go back to my flat," I suggested, and Sarah looked at me with wet hair plastered to her head. "Take a risk," she teased and we entered the Music block which was suspiciously quiet. She put her ear to a door of a practice room. "It's empty." "Sarah," I cried, but she pushed open the door to the glorified stationery cupboard, and we entered the white-washed room. A window opened out onto the playground of the school next door, and I saw Rhea dressed in her PE skirt stretching with Becky and a couple of girls I didn't recognise. Sarah closed the door and pushed me onto one of the two chairs. She smiled and kicked off her shoes, her trousers and then pulled her knickers down, glaring at me. "Come on. We've not all day." "So romantic," I teased and undid the shoelaces holding my footwear on my feet. Sarah groaned as I tucked my socks into my shoes, and pulled my trousers down. "Come on," she hissed. "You could've left your socks on." "Is this a good idea?" I asked as her fingers reached the waistband of my boxer shorts. She sighed and stared into my eyes. "Can you feel it? The thrill of it all." She was right, of sorts, as my boxer shorts reached my ankles, I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. We were risking a degree of trouble from the College by having any sort of sexual relations on the campus, but that didn't stop Sarah; she was insatiable and had a wicked gleam in her eye. Sarah touched me on the nose and started grinding her hips into me, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She bit her lip and gave me a sultry look. "What are you doing?" "A striptease," she said gleefully and pushed her blouse off and then sat on my lap, rocking back and forth on my thighs. I unclipped her bra and watched the fabric fall away as she turned around again. She was naked, except for her red socks and she looked wonderfully sexy; I cooed at her, and pulled her onto the carpet. She kissed me as I lay her gently on the floor and smiled at her. "Does Miss Bailey require a kiss?" Sarah nodded and pouted, but I gently parted her thighs and kissed the top of her smooth sex. She sighed and pushed her hips up further and allowed me access to her moistening slit. She smelt and tasted just as I remembered and passionately licked her slit up and down. She whimpered and ground her hips back into the thin blue carpet. I parted her legs with my palms and lay down on the floor so that my legs were touching the wall on the other side of the room, and ran my tongue around her sex. She mewled and panted as my fingers slid up into her slippery hole and pressed against her vaginal wall. I sucked on her pearl, massaging it with my lips as my fingers energetically flicked and pressed against her insides. She moaned louder and grabbed my hair, pressing my face into her cunt. "Oh yeah, oh ... oh ...... aggghhh," she exclaimed with every exhalation and gulped, swearing loudly and vocally. One benefit to the practice rooms was that there was a degree of sound proofing to them but anyone listening in at the door would know exactly what Sarah was experiencing. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach but couldn't stop, Sarah would not forgive me! I sucked on her button harder and pressed against her firmer, causing her eyes to fly open and to push her head back. Her legs began to shudder, and she screamed out crying loudly as my lips brought her to a quivering orgasm and her legs pressed against my head. She panted and squealed and then reached down to push my head away. "No," she muttered as I wiped my face and rubbed my hand on the carpet, before sliding up the floor to be in the missionary position. I put her ankles on my shoulders and moved my hips forward to slide my erect, and leaking cock into her sopping pussy. She groaned as I made contact with her slick orifice and it met no resistance as it slid in. She smiled at me, and closed her eyes, rocking her hips in time with my rhythm. Sarah squeezed my thighs as I powered into her unguarded cunt, but was whimpering and groaning with every thrust. "I love you," I whispered and she smiled. "Ahh God!" She cried back and gulped as her breathing became more ragged. She was tight, and it felt unbelievable; my heart was still pounding due to the taboo of having sex in a classroom that looked out over the playground - although we were well below the window line. We kissed as I pushed into her and dropped my hips slightly as I withdrew to change the angle slightly. She grunted and rubbed my back, but I was nearing the point of no return and screwed up my face. I slowed down to try and prolong the sex, but Sarah was just too tight with her ankles to high heaven and it felt so good. I grunted, and my testicles tightened; the pressure and tension desperate for an outlet. I tried to resist, holding on to my orgasm for as long as I could, and closed my eyes as I swore. With a final thrust, I held my cock into her and squirted several streams of cum inside her. Sarah sighed and gave me a wide smile. "Love you," she muttered and I moved in for a kiss. We stayed together, joined by my withering and leaking cock, for a minute, kissing and fondling as my body soaked up every last spark of sexual energy from our liaison. Sarah pulled out a small bag of baby wipes and cleaned herself and then me with a wet wipe that caused my cock to stiffen again. "Later," she teased and kissed the end. Sarah got up and remained on the right side of the room, away from the window, but I saw her there, her damp hair frizzy and messed up and pushed her against the wall, kissing her. I was dressed in just my shirt that I had not taken off, and she wrapped her arms around me to return the meaningful snog. We heard some laughing and tapping on the window and looked down to see a couple of Rhea's class coming towards the window; I had misjudged where I was kissing her and pushed her against the window and not the wall, displaying her bare back and rear to the Year 10 football class. I frantically pulled the blind down (why didn't we think of this before) and hissed at Sarah. "Quick." I tripped over putting my boxer shorts and trousers on, and slid my bare feet into my shoes, but Sarah had still not put her knickers or black trousers on and I just stuffed her knickers into her bag. We ran out of the practice room and took a different route, but I caught sight of Rhea and Becky watching in our direction and we made it to the Common Room in time for us to get dressed properly. We said nothing to Zoe, but Sarah moaned that she had "leaked" into her knickers during General Studies and I wrote her a love poem. It was a sickly sweet thing to do - and I knew I was opening myself up for ridicule, but it caused her to smile when I passed it to her. Zoe was still feeling rough, so we walked her home at lunchtime; Emma asked me some extremely pointed questions about Neil. I think she suspected that I was complicit in her daughter getting too tipsy, but Neil had bought the champagne and poured it - not to mention the dessert wine and coffee liqueurs. The rest of day skipped past; Sarah and I held hands as we walked back from town but had to spend the afternoon apart due our different lessons. Rhea teased us as we entered the flat. "Is that ... no that isn't ... oh it is Sarah. Sorry, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on and not pressed against a window." "Not us," I said instantly. "What's not you?" Rhea asked instantly. "We didn't have sex in the Music rooms." "Who said anything about the Music rooms?" Rhea asked, her eyes twinkling and Simon touched her on the knee. "It's OK. I've not told anyone," she promised and giggled at our blushing. "Just as long as Simon and I get tomorrow afternoon to ourselves." Sarah and I nodded; I had to clean the club. "Sure," I told her and offered her my hand to shake on the "deal." "Fuck off!" Rhea cried. "I know exactly where your hand's been." * * * * * I was just finishing the last of the tables when Mum appeared with two women and a gentleman. "Well obviously," Mum said, "I was planning to do this mid-afternoon. We can have everything on stage, the kids will get a drink each." She saw the look on the youngest woman's face and added, "Lemonade of course. And get a bag with the materials in. I can get some of my girls around to talk if you want." The pair looked around the space and nodded. "It's better than the little hall we normally have to use," the guy said and then turned to Mum. "And this would be funded by yourselves?" Mum swallowed some water from her glass and nodded. "Of course. We've always wanted to give something back to the Community," she sweetly said. "But Mr Jones suggested this fitted in quite nicely with our aims and what you would require." The gentleman took a deep breath and looked around. "I must admit," he said. "I've never been in. I was expecting pictures of naked women and all sorts, but it's very tastefully decorated." Mum bit her lip and the woman glanced over at me. "And clean. I mean we would need to clear it with our manager, but I can't see a problem. This room holds what? Three fifty? Four hundred?" Mum nodded and gestured towards the bar, offering the three representatives from the charity a drink. "You said you had over a thousand kids you wanted to offer these presentations and videos to, I would need to run them on different days. I have a bouncer who I will get in, and I presume teachers as well?" The gentleman nodded and then looked at his companions. I think Mum detected a desire from them to want to be alone for a moment, and said she would give them a few moments to talk. She walked over to me and asked if I was finished, and if I was, could I please put the lasagne in the fridge in the oven. I nodded towards the three suited employees. "That sexual health thing, you holding it here?" Mum gave a smile. "Possibly. It's a better venue, and it saves me money. The packs that they need to put together is ten grand, although I can put my logo on them alongside theirs." I gave a laugh. "So come here to learn about sex. Why not send your parents here for the evening?" Mum forced a smile. "It's a voluntary thing for your age group so I wouldn't get so smug." I laughed. "Ahh well. My mother spends all evening at the club anyway." Mum pouted and gestured towards the back door. "Go on, Rhea will be home soon, and I need dinner on. I'll be home in thirty minutes." "Sarah has football practice," I said, and Mum glanced over at me. "Can we have ours when we get back?" Mum reluctantly agreed and I put my cleaning stuff back in the cupboard before running outside and up the fire escape. There was the unmistakable sounds of Rhea as I entered the house; she had been home alone since 3pm, and presumably had Simon with her. The screaming and crying as Simon did something to her, echoed down the corridor, and I gave a smile - she had the cheek to moan about me. I walked quietly down the corridor and tapped sharply on Rhea's door. "Mum'll be home soon," I warned. "You might want to finish up." I heard some swearing from the other side of the door and then Rhea chastise Simon for something. I skipped downstairs and put dinner into the oven before running out the front door to meet Sarah at her football club. Sarah threw her arms around me the moment she saw me. The coach, a stout woman had Sarah do extra laps of the pitch as she was "out of condition" after Sarah had tired in the last few minutes of their recent game, and then had them passing the ball from one side of the pitch to the other. It amazed me, Sarah never made a mistake as pass after pass, at least forty or fifty feet, landed at her teammates' feet with unerring accuracy. Every time she kicked the ball, she glanced over to me and smiled. The weather was beginning to turn, and a few drops of rain had fallen, but she clearly appreciated that I had come to watch her play football. I liked to watch Sarah, she was a good player, but I saw a side of her I didn't usually see. Sarah was fairly confident normally, but on the pitch she was possessed with supreme self-belief and did everything in an assured way. She never even batted an eyelid as she danced around a tackle, or crossed the ball from one side of the pitch to another, just about everything she attempted, was executed with incredible precision. She was the best player on that pitch, and she knew it. By the time Sarah had finished, the drops of rain had turned into a torrent of water. I didn't see Mark and asked Sarah about him. "Amy said her mother had a new bloke," she replied, and I just shrugged; I would almost have uncharitably guessed that. I offered Sarah my coat, but she declined, and I had to get her to take it quite forcibly. She smiled as I slid it over her bare arms and she glanced at my moistening white T-Shirt. "Aren't you cold?" "I'll be fine," I replied quickly before my teeth started to chatter. I returned home with Sarah, who dutifully stripped at the bottom of the stairs and ran naked through the lounge (containing Rhea, Simon and Mum) towards the shower. Rhea gave me raised eyebrows as Sarah shot through and Mum joined me in the kitchen as I cut up some salad to go with the last of the lasagne, currently in the warm oven. "Hey, bro, how do you do standard deviation?" Rhea asked as I chopped the cucumber and I glanced over at Mum filling the kettle. Mum shrugged. "I missed that out of my education," she said with a smile, and I promised my baby sister that I would show her later. Mum waited for Rhea to leave the room and watched as I started on the tomato. "How's Sarah?" "Oh, she is OK. Training was good," I muttered. "Got some homework tonight though. Due in tomorrow." Mum gave a smile. "Well if your job is getting in the way ..." "It's not," I snapped. "I just need to do it that's all. Time management I think they call it!" My mother chuckled. "I saw something I never thought I'd see when I got back home." I froze, was Rhea still having sex when Mum walked through the door? There wasn't shouting, so either Mum was relaxed about it, or they had already had their yelling. "Rhea was at the dining table doing her homework with Simon." I suppressed a relieved smile and Mum grinned. "Yeah, well it had to happen eventually." "I know, but I am used to having to bully her. She came home and just did it, with Simon. I'm amazed." I pushed my lips together to stop myself from laughing at my mother's unintentional double entendre, but as I was hunched over the worktop she didn't see or notice my strange facial expression. "I think I would be too." Sarah and I ate the lasagne, and I washed the plates while Sarah and Mum chatted; Mum certainly liked Sarah and there was no tension in the room. I knew Donna never actually got on that well with Ray's family, and it caused a degree of problems, so I was lucky that my problems extended no further than Rhea. I had some Economics work to do and blazed through it at the dining table while Sarah completed her Biology essay and by the time mid-evening approached Sarah gave me a wink. "Finished?" I looked at the last Economics question. "Yeah," I told her. "I can be." I packed my belongings in my bag and left it by the side of the dining room next to Sarah's schoolbag, and we hurriedly said goodnight to Rhea - still struggling with standard deviation and Mum, who had a night off work. Sarah and I embraced the moment we closed the door to my bedroom and Sarah frantically stripped of her outer clothes. I undid her bra while I had my arms around her and she unclipped my belt, letting my trousers fall to the ground. I ran my hands over her body and threw her onto the bed, throwing my T-shirt onto my desk, and she laughed as I jumped onto the bed alongside her. She took my erect cock in her hand and began to gently stroke it. I put my finger on her slit, and Sarah moaned as I circled her button with my finger. She blew me a kiss and moved her thumb over my glans. "That's nice," I muttered when the door opened. "Just one thing I don't get with this standard deviation," my little sister said as she burst into the room. "Oh put that tart down, you've no idea where's she been." "Rhea," I cried. "Get the fuck out." Sarah ran her hands down my shaft, and I groaned as Rhea stood in the doorway. "Well I can wait," she teased and then her eyes dropped. "I only need you for two minutes." "Get out," I snapped and Rhea slammed my door. Sarah took her hands from my manhood and shook her head. "Go help her," she told me. "We got all evening. And she'll only go and moan to Grace." "Sometimes I bloody hate her," I moaned; Rhea had interrupted my sex with my girlfriend for some basic Maths problem. I washed my hands and put my dressing gown over me but deliberately left my erect cock visible as a stark reminder that she had interrupted my love life. Rhea was unrepentant as expected and told me "to put the bloody thing away," which I did as Mum looked on from the lounge. I guided Rhea through the three questions she couldn't do and then looked at her, muttering quietly. "Can I go now?" "Yes," Rhea hissed and I returned to the bedroom to find a naked Sarah with her hands on my portfolio. "Can I?" "No," I panicked; there were naked pictures of her mother at a swinging party in my collection that Sarah knew nothing about and guided my playful partner back to the bed. "I'm not sure I'm in the mood," Sarah teased and then got very much in the mood when I offered to go down on her. I positioned my pulchritudinous lover on top as I joyfully sucked in her musky scent. She relaxed her muscles and her weight came down a little more on top of me, but she smelt and tasted divine. I always loved the experience of going down on Sarah, and she groaned loudly as I sucked on her exposed button. I ran my tongue up and down her slit as she leant forward slightly, and my hands played with her nipples and pushed up on her body to right her. If Sarah made any effort to conceal her orgasm then she failed as she squealed and screamed just as loudly as ever, her hips bucking and rocking as my tongue swirled around her button. I felt drops of our juices run down my face and soak into my chin and hair, but Sarah was gorgeous and fragrant. She leant forward to get a better grip of my cock and all I could see was her puckering rosebud; 69 does not give the best views! I worked my tongue over her clit and feasted on her crevice for her to have three more climaxes, each one stronger than the last. Sarah tried to move off of me, but I used my hands to hold her down and slid my rolled tongue into her hole; she squealed and rocked her hips. I felt so comfy and safe as I slid my tongue up and down her slick runway. She squealed and cried out, begging me to make her come. I knew she wanted me to suck on her clit, but I deliberately avoided it until she was almost crying. She leant forward and gobbled my cock into her mouth and sucked the tip with wild abandon. I cried into her shaven crotch and dug my finger tips into her thigh; it was an intense feeling and I was nearing my own climax in no time. I extended my tongue and wrapped it around her pearl and then put my lips around it, sucking it furiously. Sarah squealed onto my cock and slumped against it, as her legs shock and her body tensed. Her squeals were yells as her finger nails were wrapped around my thigh and I just kept sucking on her button. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she was screaming in impassioned lust that I was causing. I pressed my lips against her clit, and her fingers gripped my legs again and her rosebud flexed. I could feel her muscles quivering, and her cries filled the room, even through her thighs that were pressed against my ears. She moved her crotch away from me and looked down at my sodden face. "Oh shit," she cried. "That was ..." I moved forward and slid my tongue down her sodden slit, but she just laughed and moved it. "No, I can't." Sarah smiled and kissed the tip of my cock before sliding her hand down to the shaft and taking the tip in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. My breathing became ragged, and I pushed back in the bed, enjoying the expert blow-job that Sarah was happily providing. I sighed loudly as I neared orgasm and cried out to Sarah but, as usual, she just increased her pace and kept up with my bucking hips and bobbing cock. I felt the pressure in my balls intensify and gulped. I tensed my buttocks and gasped as I felt a pressure valve be lifted a few waves of cum be pumped into Sarah's teenage mouth. She coughed as I finished; I think I must have hit the back of her throat, but she swallowed and just sucked the tip of my cock. "Love you," I cried as another aftershock hit me and Sarah just giggled. * * * * * Ray tapped his fingers on the glass of the bus, and I snapped at him for the umpteenth time. "Calm down." He sighed and went to biting his nails and then fiddling with his camera case. We had taken the "other" train out of Aylesbury that connected our town with the main line at High Wycombe - a large sprawling town on the Motorway just outside London, and was now speeding through the lunchtime Friday traffic on a smelly bus with a dozen poorly dressed people around us. We were nervous as we both had all our expensive camera gear by our sides and Ray was worried about everything - he was in a strange town, surrounded by people he didn't like the look of, carrying his pride and joy in his hand and was about to start shooting for a sex shoot. My friend was a wreck! We reached our stop in the west of the town centre five minutes later, and I pulled out a battered piece of paper from my pocket; I had some rough directions and we strode into a small industrial estate, surrounded by vans, workmen and activity. The little unit my "friend" had rented (or bought) was unlocked and we nervously strode into the large room calling out for "Mike." "Hiya boys," a voice cried, and my heart pumping ten to the dozen spun around to see a bald man - easily in his thirties - dressed in a large T-shirt and shorts. "Come on through. You've got a change of clothes." "Yeah," I said airily and put my backpack down. I held out my hand to shake his and he stopped, giving a wry giggle. "Hey, we don't shake hands in porn. I know where they've been!" I muttered an insincere apology, but Mike knew I clearly didn't mean it and showed us through into the big warehouse. He had "decorated" it well and had on three of the walls, brightly coloured sheeting on the wall and floors, with an assortment of bare wooden chairs, tables and other furniture. He told me that he was doing a "WAM" shoot, but I had no idea what it was, and Ray asked what I was thinking. Mike blew air through his lips at Ray's question and hummed confidently. "It's for a sploshing mag. Got this off me mate, it's empty and got it for fifty notes." He shrugged and smiled. "'E's security guard. Girls'll be 'ere soon. Wifey's pickin' 'em up. We'll do custard pies in faces, gunge over head. Messy wrestling. Dirty spanking, that sort of thing." "Oh, like mud," I blurted out, thinking back to Abi in the mud wrestling pit. "That'll be cool." "No mud." He said. "We don't use mud. It's food. Been down to Cash 'n' Carry to stock up." We watched as he got his camera out and looked at us. "Olivia said you took great photos. I've done it before, but they moaned at the quality, and I made a shit profit. I'm 'oping you boys can bring 'ome the bacon." "No pressure then," Ray muttered, and I took out eight films from my bag. I had given Ray an overview of what I had done in the club, and with Holly at the Landmark Hotel, and while he heard but wasn't sure he was really listening. His eyes kept wandering to Mike who was setting up the first set with a giant tub of baked beans and a seat. Eight girls turned up a few moments later, and Mike's wife came over and took the camera from him. Mike then walked over to the girls and introduced us as the "photographers who'll make you famous." This was stretching it a bit, but all of the girls were in tight shorts or T-shirts, and they looked sexy. They also didn't look much older than us! Ray licked his lips, and I told him to put his eyes back in! The first scene didn't involve the baked beans, but he passed over two policewomen outfits to the two tallest girls - a blonde-haired girl who looked a bit like Ingrid and a half-caste girl with black frizzy hair (a bit like Donna). Mike called us over, and we started taking photos, first of all with them clean and then as they traded creampies and then poured custard over each other. Mike was in his element, directing proceedings and the remaining girls sat around watching as "Donna" and "Ingrid" coated each other in custard. I got "Ingrid" to sit in the chair and sit back, squeezing out the goo from her knickers and down her stockings while smiling at the camera, and Mike got "Donna" to coat her friend with more food. A redhead was then covered in a giant bucket of custard while dressed in a PVC catsuit, which collected in a paddling pool, which was then cue for "Ingrid" and "Donna" to join in. The sexiest scene, I thought was when a girl was naked, covered head to toe in chocolate sauce and then spanked over a schoolgirl's knee, but we went though so much food and both Ray and I slipped in the mess. Chrissie, Mike's wife passed the camera to Mike and joined in, gleefully stripping naked to get dunked in custard. She was a plump lady, and when chocolate sauce was added over the top she looked like a monster from the deep! I felt myself getting very hard as two eighteen year old school girls battled it out with baked beans, and little orange pellets went everywhere, hitting Ray before they hit me. I got some good "action" shots of the two, but I was surprised by the sexiness of it all. It was a million miles away from sex - there was some nakedness but not all the girls were without clothes, and there was no penetration, just plenty of suggestion. I found it more arousing than some of the girls at the club doing their photo shoot, mostly because every girl being messed up was doing so with a giant smile on their face. It looked fun, and I almost wanted to join in but knew that I couldn't. "Ingrid" was back from a quick shower and dressed in just cheap lingerie that was soon covered in green gunge. She had squirty cream sprayed in her shorts and then across her bosom before being thrown into the paddling pool of custard. The lighting wasn't perfect and the slick bodies certainly reflected the light in all directions, but there was an attractiveness to it; shiny, smooth legs, covered with messy gooey substances that just oozed sex appeal and sensuality. Ray smiled at me; he was enjoying himself and was talking to a dirty young lady who then hugged him when he put his camera down. I couldn't help but grin and used up my film as Mike brought the shoot to a close. Ray and I had managed our film use well as I had told him how many pictures we had to take and Mike told us of how many scenes were left. I didn't need a shower, but I wanted to change my trousers before we went home as girls ran back to the small portable shower in the corner of the room. I knew it wasn't cold water, but the heating must have been on its "last legs" as it was not overly warm judging by some of the squeals from the young ladies we had just photographed. Mike took the five rolls of film from me with the three from Ray and put them in his little bag. He had two from Chrissie that was now busy washing her hair in the small portable shower in the corner of the room. "Better be OK," he mused. "Mag said they'd take all the pics if they're good." I fidgeted slightly, but I knew they should be of a good quality. I had paid attention to what Olivia had said and had confidence in my work. "What's the deal here?" I asked as Ray joined the girls in queueing for the shower. They rubbed their naked bodies alongside him to mess him up and caught him disappearing between a pair of chocolate thighs and two pairs of custard breasts. Mike gave me a wry smile. "They're college girls," he told me. "Mostly eighteen plus but ... well, that's what they tell me. They look it, and I try not to ask for proof, but they sign to say they are. But they get twenty, thirty, forty quid for four hours work, they jump at that. And then there's you two at one twenty. Another hundred on sheeting and supplies. Fifty for the building. Furniture came from the tip. But I could sell these pics for upwards of a grand to grand an' half to mag. Maybe two." I smiled at him, and he rubbed his hands. "A thousand?" "Yeah," he said confidently and lowered his voice. "At least. And wifey wants to buy an 'ouse. Every little 'elps, as they say." Mike was talkative and as long as I helped him to clear up I could chat. Ray - now clean and dry - was playing with his camera and talking to a half-naked girl while I pumped Mike for information. I had spent some time around Neil Pollitt, Zoe's uncle, when we went down and learnt a lot from him as to erotic photography, but Mike was a small-time pornographer who made the small sums work. "Simply put," Mike told me. "Ya just nee' to work awt what ya margins are. I mean, we dain't do gangbangs and shit cos it's done to 'igh 'eaven by the pro's. We just do the niche shit." "And it pays?" "It pays big time," he told me. "Long as ya keep ya costs short and ya income long." I offered him Ceri's phone number, and he gratefully took it. I had no doubt that she would happily consider a photo shoot if it involved her being paid and Mike said he was always looking for new girls. I changed into my clean trousers before we were offered a lift back to the station, and we settled into the dilapidated minibus, both of us in between models - or "porn stars" to Ray - and made no attempt to be fine, upstanding young men. I tickled a long-haired girl who openly giggled and flirted while Ray was loud and brash; I had never seen him like that. "You have great knockers," my awkward friend told the girl who's lap he was almost on which caused a barrage of laughter. Was it any wonder he was single with charm like that? * * * * * Abi had promised us a particularly good film at the "Film Club" and there was an unusual amount of interest. Neither Sarah or I had heard of it, but Zoe told us that it better not be as bad as "Showgirls" and Ingrid had seen it and wanted to see it again. I was a little surprised that the four of us could fit into Abi's room along with my Scottish friend and her house mate. Sarah had purchased some popcorn, but Abi didn't have a microwave, so she had to heat it on the pan. The pan Sarah had put the microwaveable popcorn into had a spout (it was a milk pan) and I got hit by an incoming piece of exploding popcorn as I entered the room. Sarah was genuinely amazed by the popping corn, and hadn't put a large enough pan, so the lid rose above the pan due to the expansion of our snack. "This is so cool," Sarah shouted at me above the popping. "I so want to do this again." I left Sarah with the impending mess - I was acutely reminded of a fable called "The Magic Porridge Pot" only Sarah's tale would be the "The Tiny Popcorn Pan" but she returned into the lounge a few moments later with two bowls of slightly burned microwaveable popcorn. The Story of O - as a name - meant nothing to any of us, but we each put in a pound on the little pot on the television and sat down with a drink each and some popcorn. Angela came into join us just as Abi wound the tape back and I settled in with Sarah between my open legs. She rubbed her body up and down and was quite glad when Abi turned off the lights. We were at the back of the room so no-one was directly in front of us and I was the only guy in the room, but Ingrid and Zoe were sat together with Angela and Abi both having the chairs. It was a dark film and the first scene of "O" being told to remove clothes before going into the house, being subjected to pain and non-consensual penetration will live with me forever. Sarah gently rubbed up and down on my erect cock, and it was a powerfully erotic bit of cinema. I felt ready to come but stopped her; I did not want to ejaculate in front of Zoe and Ingrid, and settled on watching the erotic movie Abi had procured, and gently rubbing Sarah's nipples before moving to her slit. Sarah was exceptionally moist - and got considerably wetter as the film moved on and the experiences of "O" became more extreme. I was somewhat taken with the notion of handing over control of my life to someone else and lapped up the film, but couldn't do it as "O" did; it was too far! We were all transfixed, and I happily played with Sarah as I always did on Abi's film club. She was especially moist and gave muted groans I pressed against the clit. She was unable to do much as she was leaning against my body between my legs, and I had both of my arms across her chest, pushing her into me but she put her head back and tilted it to give me a kiss. I am not sure if Sarah did orgasm or just got very aroused, but she was quiet which was crucial and then kissed me as the film neared its end. "Thank you," she whispered and settled down against me. I let her "taste" herself on my fingers and then kissed her on the cheek, suckling her skin that caused her to giggle. "Is that your copy?" I asked Abi as the film finished, and we got up to stretch our legs. "Borrowed from Blockbusters," she replied with a smirk. "And yes, I could see you enjoyed it!" "It was a good film," I replied, a little defensively and Abi smiled. "It was," Sarah agreed. "So erotic and so ..." "It. Was. Disgusting," Zoe interrupted. "And to see all that. How could someone do that to another person?" "Well that's the point," Sarah told her and then smiled at her shocked face. "Oh Zoe. You are so na| | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+