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Work Experince as A Home Decorator
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

Chapter 1: Day One
All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

Hi, my name is Linda, and like Virginia in "Work Experience in the Zoo," this story is about my experience whilst on a work placement. Like Virginia, I was in my last year of school, but unlike Virginia, my tale does not involve animals. I have always liked helping my dad do the decorating around the house, wallpapering, painting etc. So when the careers officer came to school and I saw a vacancy working with a firm of house decorators, I volunteered straight away. This is not a trade usually associated with females, but with the modern desire to make all things accessible to the female sex; I was given first choice (positive discrimination).

So Monday arrived, and mom and dad had insisted I wear a pair of old jeans, and an old school shirt. Both of these items of clothing covered me up completely, and were less than flattering. By 7:30 dad was on his way to work, and he wished me good luck, saying make sure you do as you're told. Then at 8:00 mom was on her way to work, with a very similar comment. So now they'd gone, I had to wait until about 8:45 for the decorators van to pick me up. As soon as mom's car pulled into the road, I rushed back upstairs to get changed. I knew I couldn't go to work dressed to kill, but I be damned if my first experience with older boys was going to be spoilt by me looking like a Tom-Boy.

I sorted out an old tee shirt; it was a bit on the small side, so it exaggerated the size of my bust. I had a 35 b, which I was quite proud of for my age. So, with the tight tee shirt on my small frame, my bust stood out somewhat. The tee shirt was also short, leaving my tummy exposed. I removed my jeans and replaced them with a skirt; this was also on the short side. I didn't want to wear one of my newer ones, as I knew there would be a good chance of it getting mucked up with paint. So I'd got one that was quite pretty, but was due to be thrown out because I'd grown out of it. I put my jeans and shirt in a bag, in case I arrived home after mom, I didn't want her seeing me dressed like this.

8:35, and a big white van with "Bowens Painters & Decorators" written on its side pulled up in the road at our gate. I closed the front door, and walked out to meet them. One guy had jumped out, and was standing on the pavement waiting for me to arrive.

"Hi. You must be Linda? My name's Mr. Gibson. I'm the boss, but you can call me Brian." He held out his hand, and as soon as I'd shook it, he turned and climbed back into the front of the van saying.

"Come on then. There are only two seats up here. So you'll have to sit on my knee. Is that ok?"

"Err. Yes. I suppose so." I replied as I climbed up into the front of the van. He'd put his seat belt on, and as I climbed in he put his left arm around my waist, holding his hand on my bare tummy. He'd pulled my legs across towards the middle of the van with his right hand, which he then left holding the outside top of my left leg. He said.

"Can you reach to pull the door shut?"

"Ok," I said as I leaned backwards and grabbed the door handle. As I was unbalancing myself by reaching backwards, I could feel him taking my weight under my back with his left arm. But I could also feel his right hand under my skirt; now on the front of my left leg holding me down to keep me balanced. I pulled the door, and it shut with a loud, "BANG."

The van moved off and we were on our way.

"That's Graham," said Brian looking across to the driver. Graham acknowledged with a quick glance, and a, "Hi Linda."

"And this is Glen the gopher," he said looking at the young lad sitting next to him. Glen just smiled back; he looked shy and was blushing. So here was I sitting on the boss's knee, he was about 25 years old. Graham the driver was about my dads age, around 45, and Glen I would guess at only just out of school, so he was only a year or so older than me.

Suddenly the van lurched to the right, and braked violently. Brian gripped my waist, and as I shot forward, his right hand slid across my left leg, he managed to grab hold of me under my crotch. My legs were thrown open, but Brian held me tight, his hand firmly around my inner thigh.

"BLOODY IDIOT," shouted Graham as he shook his fist at the driver of the car that had pulled out in front of us. We hadn't hit the car, and it was just the fact that I hadn't got seat belts on that made it dangerous. But luckily Brian had been holding me, he'd managed to keep a tight grip ensuring I'd come to no harm.

"Are you ok?" Asked Graham, looking across.

"Yes. Thanks to Mr. Gibson holding me tight."

"I told you, call me Brian. Come on luv; let's get you back on my knee properly. Let's get you comfortable," said Brian as he lifted me by my pussy, his hand fully wrapped around it. I only had the flimsy material of my little panties between his fingers and my pussy lips.

He'd got me pulled back up high on his knee again, and I'd pulled my legs almost shut. Brian looked me straight in the eye, and gently squeezed with his right hand, it sent a shiver up my spine. Not I hasten to add a shiver of fright, but a feeling I'd never experienced, and although I knew it was wrong, I liked the feeling.

"I'll keep tight hold of you, shall I? We don't want you slipping off. The bloody roads are full of idiots who don't look where there going."

I didn't answer him, and he took that as a yes, and his hand was on the move all the time we were traveling. He was gentle, and he never slid inside my panties, but he was rubbing my clit, and probing for my hole. Glen must have been able to see what Brian was doing, because he couldn't keep his eyes off my crotch. By the time the van stopped, my panties were sticky wet, and as Brian removed his hand, he held it in-front of him, and we could both see the glistening slime on his fingers. He didn't comment about my wetness, but he did ask.

"Are you feeling alright? That bloody fool pulling out in-front of us didn't upset you too much did he?"

"No I'm ok thanks," I said as I got out of the van and waited by the garden gate for him to join me.

"Ok, I'll take Linda with me to see the guy who lives here. You two get the kit unloaded from the van, and don't take all day about it. Come on Linda, let's go and see what kind of mess we've got to get sorted here."

I followed him down the path, he rang the bell, and we waited by the front door. An old guy in his 60's opened the door, and in we went. We were shown into a room, and the old guy explained what colour he wanted from the sample chart that Brian had given him. As soon as Graham arrived with the wallpaper sample book, he then chose the paper. Glen and Graham soon had all the gear unloaded, and they then started on moving out the smaller items of furniture from the room that was to be decorated. I helped where I could, moving ornaments pictures etc. Soon all that was left in the room was the big settee, and sideboard. They were both moved to the centre of the room and sheeted over.
Now Brian said he was going to get the paint and wallpaper, and while he was gone, we could get on with stripping the paper off the walls and rubbing down the paintwork.
As soon as he'd gone, Graham then said, "I'll leave you two to get the wallpaper off. I'm going to do the estimate for another job. It's only a couple of streets away; I'll be back by dinner break." And with that he left.
Glen looked at me and said, "Ok I suppose we'd better get started. We won't see him till the three o'clock has finished."
"Three o'clock? What's that?" I asked naively.
"He's gone to the bookies; we won't see him till the last race is finished."
"What will Graham say when he gets back?"
"He's as bad, you won't see Graham until he's ready to pick us up at knocking off time."
"So they're expecting us two, to do all the work?"
"Got it in one. Take that as your first lesson. We do all the donkey work; they get the big pay packet. Once we get all the preparation done, they'll be back to do the easy bit. Anyway, we can't change it, so we'd better get started."

The old man had gone into the other room and we could hear the telly blaring away, he must be deaf as a post. We had two steam strippers, which Glen filled, and plugged in.
"Do you know how to strip?"
"Yes. I always help my dad do our house."
"That's good. Start getting your kit off then."
I blushed, "I thought you meant stripping the wallpaper."
"I did. Why? What else could I be meaning?"
"Well what do you mean? Get my kit off?"
"Well you’re going to put some old clothes on, aren't you?"
"These are my old clothes. I've brought an overall coat to wear on top of them."
"On a day like today, with two steamers going, this room will be like a sauna in no time. You won't want an overall on. I'm taking my tee shirt off, and I'll still be ringing with sweat."
"Well I'll put it on, if it gets too hot, I'll work in my tee shirt, it's only an old one. It doesn't matter if it gets dirty."

The steamers both started spitting out water, and soon the steam was pumping out.
"Ok girl, you start in that corner at the bottom, and I'll start in this one. We can work up to shoulder height and then across towards each other."
I didn't reply, but just got started, in no time as he'd predicted the room was like a sauna. I hadn't got one run up the wall done before I had to put the steamer down.
"God you were right about how hot it gets. I'm going to take this coat off. Can't we open the door?"
"No the bloody old git'll only start moaning about steam around the rest of the house. Jesus. You are sweating. Here let me wipe your face with this clean wiper." I'd got my coat off, and he'd come over to me, with a thin white cotton cloth. He wiped my forehead, and then took hold of my hand while he ran the cloth down my arms, first left then right.
Then he said, "Bloody hell even your belly is dripping." And his hand landed on my bare tummy, just the thin cotton keeping our flesh apart. He rubbed all around my back as well, but then returned to my tummy. It was instinctive to draw in my tummy as his hand stroked across. But this must have opened up a gap between my tummy and the waist band of my skirt. His hand stroked back and forth, his fingers going their full length inside the top of my skirt.
"Ok that'll do thanks." I placed my hand on top of his, pulling him out. He hadn't gone down enough to touch anything, but it started the same feeling that Graham had aroused in the van.
"I'm ok now. I'll get started again." I said as I pulled away, and reached for my steamer plate.
"Ok luv, I'll give you another rub down later. Tell you what though."
"What?"
"You've got a cracking rack for a girl your age."

I blushed again, and turned back to the wall to get on with my scraping. I tried my best to ignore his comments, but I was flattered to hell. I'd never had an older boy say things like that to me. Every time I looked across he was staring at me, with that look! I purposely kept looking either at what I was doing, or glancing out of the window, making sure I didn't make eye contact with him. I hadn't realized he had put his steamer down, until I felt his hand on my tummy again. I drew breath suddenly, and his hand stroked deep inside the front of my skirt, going into my knickers. I had the steamer plate in one hand, the scraper in the other; both were weapons if I'd wanted to stop him. But I stood there while he stroked all across my navel, almost down to my brush! He then worked his way up across my belly button, and inside my tee shirt. He went up as far as the bottom of my bra, and right around my back. Then he took the steamer plate and scraper from me, and placed them on the floor while he rubbed my arms. With a new clean cloth, he mopped down my face. All this time there were no words spoken by either of us.
"Ok girl does that feel better?"
It did feel better, but I stood there almost in a trance.
"Hey! Are you ok? I think the heat is getting to you."
"No. I mean yes. I mean I'm ok. You just took me by surprise."
"Hang on there I'll get some cold water."
"No. I'm ok."

But he'd gone, and soon returned with the cotton cloth dripping with water. He came straight over to me and placed his hand on my tummy. It was icy cold water, and it ran instantly down my tummy. I breathed in as it made contact, and he was once again down inside my knickers. He had one arm wrapped around my back which prevented me pulling away, and he was stroking across my bulging mound of curly hair. His finger tips reaching down, almost to my clit.

"Please don't go any further."
"Don't worry; I'm only cooling you off." And with that he worked his hand up my tummy and continued until he was inside my tee shirt. He'd rubbed me down all around my body, but hadn't gone above the bottom of my bra. Then he dropped to the floor.
"I'll just do your legs," he said as his hand landed on my ankle.
"No. I'm ok now."
"Don't be silly, your legs are dripping with sweat," by now he'd wiped both legs up to just above knee level. Then his hand slid higher, first rubbing just the outside of my legs. But when he'd finished he put his hand on the inside of my left leg just above the knee.
"Come on, part your legs a bit and give me room to get my hand in."
"No please. I'm really ok now. I don't like your hand down there."
"Well! There's gratitude for you. Don't you trust me?"
"No it's not that. I just don't think its right."
"Well sod you then. Don't ask me to help you with anything again. You're a right bloody stuck-up bitch! If you don't trust me, then I've a good mind to just fuck-off home now. I'm pissed-off with this fucking job anyway. Let's see how you fucking cope on your own."
"Please don't be like that. I do trust you." As I stood there I moved my left leg a few inches, giving him room to get his hand in-between. "There go on. Please carry on cooling my legs."
"Ok. If you're sure?"
"Yes please."
"Ok then. But you'll have to open up a bit wider."
Without thinking, I just did as he asked. He gripped the cloth with both hands, and wrung it out. Then he placed it over his left hand, the thin wet material now almost transparent. He placed his outstretched hand on the inside of my right knee, and slowly stroked his way up my leg until he reached my thigh. The side of his hand was now touching my gusset, he slowly worked it back and forward, and he looked up to check my reaction. I shook my head, and almost whispered.
"No. Please don't."
"Don't worry. I'm not going to touch you," and he slid his hand back out. My pussy felt like it was pulsating, and I'm sure if he'd have pushed his hand inside my knickers, I wouldn't have resisted. As it was, my legs were on the verge of collapsing. We've all heard the expression going weak at the knees, now I knew what it meant. He transferred the cloth from one hand to the other, and put it on the inside of the other knee. The process then started again, only this time I was already aroused before he started. The anticipation as his hand slid up towards my pussy had my head spinning. When he eventually made contact with my gusset the intake of breath was audible, and my knees buckled. His hand cupped my pussy, as he took my weight.
"Whoa! Are you ok?" He rushed me across to the covered up settee, almost carrying me by my crotch. He pulled his hand out from under me, and rushed out to re-soak his cloth. He run back in, cloth dripping with cold water, which he placed on my forehead. As the cold water hit my forehead it rapidly brought me back to my senses. I sat up suddenly, and was conscious of the water streaming down my face, running cold down my neck and across my breasts.
"Are you ok now?"
"Yes. I'm sorry my legs just went all funny, I think the heat in here is getting to me." I didn't know what else to say.
"You sit still and have a rest, I'd better get stuck in or we'll never get done."
I don't know why, but this reply disappointed me, did I really want him to go further? I got to my feet, "I'm ok. I'll carry on."
He picked up his steamer and got back to scraping, "Ok, but you'd be better off without that bra on."
"Bra? What do you mean?" I asked as I picked up my scraper.
"You've got a tee shirt on, so you don't need that silly bra. It's only stopping you breathing properly, and making you sweat."
"But I can't take it off."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Do you think I ought to?"
"Nobody's gonna know and you can put it back on before you leave."
"Ok. I'll go over there, but don't look."
I walked to the other side of the room, and whilst facing the other way I put my hands up the back of my tee shirt unclipping the shoulder straps, and then undoing my bra clip. I then pulled my bra down the front of my tee shirt, bent down and put it away in my bag. As I stood up, Glen was staring at me open mouthed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, wondering what I was showing.
"Wrong! Nothing! You're gob-smacking. It's hard to believe you're a school girl. Your tits are bloody amazing. What the bloody hell made you choose this as a work experience? You don't want to waist your time bloody working with a body like yours. You could earn a fortune if you went into modelling."
I coloured up bright red, "Stop taking the piss."
"No. I ain't kidding you. You've got a body to die for. Honestly, I've got some playboy mags in the van; you're as good as anything in there."
"Don't be silly. Come on we'd better get some work done."
"Ok. But I'm not having you on; you've given me a hard, just looking at you."
I got redder, I could feel the heat in my cheeks, "Please don't say that. It's not nice."
"Ok, but you are some girl. You might as well start on that wall over there; I've about finished this one.
I started on the next wall, and within about ten minutes, I was conscious I was being stared at. I looked across, and Glen was only a couple of feet away, staring at my bust.
"Please don't stare like that, you make me feel uncomfortable."
"Sorry. But I can't help it. Can I ask you to do something for me?"
"What?"
"Let me see them?"
"What?"
"Your tits. Let me see them?"
"No."
"Go on?"
"No. I can't do that."
"Why?"
"I can't. That's why."
"Go-on please. I won't touch you. Please just a quick flash. I promise I'll stop staring at you."
"What just give you a quick flash? And you won't try and touch me? And then we can get on without you keep looking at me?"
"Yes. I promise."
"You won't tell anyone?"
"Don't be silly. I just want to see them in the flesh. I won't tell anyone."
I put down my scraper and steamer plate, and turned to face him, he was only a couple of feet away. I put my hands on the bottom of my tee shirt, and then I lifted it up and down again in one swift movement.
"Was that ok?"
"Oh come-on. That wasn't a quick flash. I didn't see a bloody thing."
"Look you promised. Just a quick flash you said."
"Come-on please. I never saw a thing. Bloody concord don't go that quick."
"Ok then if I show you again you won't touch?"
"Promise. But at least give my eyes time to focus."
I lifted it up again, and held it for about two seconds. Before I'd put it down he was saying.
"Jesus Linda, they're super."
As he was making his remark I was covering myself back up.
"Ok you're happy now?"
"Linda, you're gorgeous. I'm not kidding you; they're the best tits I've ever seen. I don't just mean seen for real. I've never seen anything that good even in the cunt books."
"Don't talk rude like that. Come-on lets get on now."
"Just one more look. Please?"
"No. You had your look. Let's get some work done."
"Please. Just one? Pleaszzzzze."
"Ok. But then we get some work done. Yes?"
"Yes. I'll work like a slave. Just let me see them again."
I put my hands back to my tee shirt, and lifted it above my breasts. I held it for about two seconds again, and then I said, "Ok. Seen enough?"
"No, don't cover up yet. Do some posing for me?"
I pulled my tee shirt back down, "What do you mean?"
"Come-on. You know, pick up your scraper and pretend your working. Or lay across the back of the sofa, you know like the models do."
"No I couldn't do that."
"Go on. You look great, you know you do. Please. I promise we'll get started as soon as you've finished."
"Ok. But this is it, I'm not going any further, and we're starting work after."
I lifted my tee shirt back up, and tried to get it to stay across the top of my breasts. But as soon as I bent down to pick up my scraper, it slipped back down covering up my breasts. I tried pulling it back up with my one free hand, but Glen stepped forward, took hold either side and helped me lift it back. As soon as I reached up with my hand to pose for him, my tee shirt slipped back again.
"Come-on. Let me help you take it off?"
"No I'm not taking it off."
"Go on. It ain't gonna stay up out of the way."
"Ok. But let me take it off, and no touching."
I walked across to the covered-up sofa, put down my scraper, and pulled the tee shirt over my head. It felt so sexy standing there with him looking at me with that look in his eye. I knew my nipples were standing proud and firm and it felt somehow exciting to be the centre of attention. I bent down to pick up my scraper, and he reached under my breast, cupping it in his hand. A tingle shot through my body. It was like no feeling I'd ever known. He'd touched my tit, but my pussy pulsed in some sort of anticipation.
"Hey! Stop that! You promised not to touch!"
He'd just had a few seconds, but in that short time he'd gently pinched my nipple in-between his finger and thumb. This tweaking was almost like flicking a light switch, and it turned my body juices on instantly.
He'd now moved his hand away, and was standing along side me.
"Sorry. Honestly I didn't mean to do that. But you're so fucking horny. Let me hold it again?"
I'd now stood up, scraper in hand, stripped to the waist, nipples standing out.
"No you promised me, no touching."
"Oh go-on. Please. You feel so soft. Just let me rest my hand under one of them? Only a few seconds? Pleazzzzzzzzzzzzze? You don't know what you're doing to me."
"Look if I let you, promise no further?"
"I promise. Swear to god."
Without waiting for me to answer, he put one arm around my back, and the other around the front, his hand cupping under first my left, then right bust. Then his finger and thumb were on my nipple again gently squeezing with a rotating action. I went weak at the knees again, and he gently pushed me back against the settee. I overbalanced, and he was leaning above me as I was sprawled along its length.
"Please no, you promised."
"Just a feel."
Both of his hands were now caressing my breasts, and he was working my nipples to perfection. I wanted to stop him, but seemed powerless to move. His right hand left my breast, to make room for his lips. Now he was sucking my nipple, with an occasional nibble. My body was under his control, and as my pussy gave an involuntary lift, I felt his free hand come into contact with it.
He started by stroking on the outside of my knickers, but soon his fingers were working their way into the side of my gusset. Now the flesh of his fingers was sliding in the juices in my pussy, and as he rubbed my clit my body shuddered. I wanted him to force me, I wanted to be fucked, but the words that came out were, "Please don't. You promised me."
He pulled his hand out, and I almost told him to put it back! I was so confused, I thought, you stupid idiot you're acting like a little girl.
Then he brought his mouth up to mine, and kissed me, both hands back to my tits. His tongue was pushing into my mouth, so I did the same to him. By now, my pelvic thrusts were getting pronounced, and I had absolutely no control over them. The kissing continued, and his hand left my tit, and this time I felt it on my tummy. Not above my skirt, but he'd gone up under it, and was pushing it down inside my knickers. My clit was the first thing he found, and as he rubbed and gently squeezed it, I lifted my hips. When I lifted, his fingers naturally slid the length of my slot, and entered my hole. I know you won't believe me, but this was the first finger, or anything else to enter this place. I'd never even used tampons, only external sanitary towels. So he was like captain Kirk, he was boldly going when no man had been before.
Once he'd made his first exploratory probe, it was all over, any sign of hesitation from either of us was gone. He rammed hard, I lifted shamelessly. As his lips left mine to draw breath, I shouted out to him.
"FUCK ME. COME ON. I WANT YOU. PLEASE DO IT NOW, I NEED YOU."
He didn't waist any time, he was soon standing there ripping his jeans down, and then pulling at my knickers. I lifted my bottom, and down my legs they slid. I lifted my legs wide, and he knelt in-between. The stretching feeling was frightening at first, and I suppose it was a little painful, but I somehow knew this was what I wanted. Then came the pain that I'd always feared, the one they talk about in the playground. My virginity was gone, there was a tearing sensation, and it was an excruciating pain. But in seconds it was gone, as the overwhelming rush of emotion that flooded my body, disappeared the pain into insignificance. I'd never known pleasure like this before. Every fibre of my body was tingling, and the deeper he rammed the more I wanted.
I know I was screaming and shouting, all those rude words that I'd only heard, but never said aloud. I don't suppose I was making any sense, I just wanted to let go. It was like some one had broken the walls of a dam, and all my pent-up inhibitions flooded out. I knew it would end with him shooting his spunk and I knew I wasn't on the pill. But not only did I not know what signs to look for to tell me his spunk was about to arrive, I also wanted to feel it shooting inside me. I didn't have long to wait, he was bashing at me in the same uncontrolled manner that I was receiving it. Suddenly the erratic jerking from him, and warm glow in my tummy told me this was it. He slumped down on top of me. I lay still feeling a satisfied glowing. I was now a woman!
He stood up, and said.
"Are you ok?"
I was still lying there legs spread wide, not attempting to cover up.
"Yes that was nice, thank you."
"NICE! I was FUCKING GREAT."
"Yes you were. You were fucking great."
I dropped my leg off the back of the settee, and sat up. I was looking for my knickers.
His hand cupped my tit, and he squeezed my nipple.
"Do you want it again?"
I didn't answer, but I just lay back, and lifted my leg back up onto the back of the settee, opening my pussy.
He was soon pushing at me, with a prick that kept folding over instead of entering. Then as the helmet end found its target, the whole shaft stiffened up, and he rammed it in. Oh boy! This was what I wanted; the pain from the first time was gone. All I got now was pleasure, and what pleasure! I'd thought the first time was like a gift from heaven, this was more intense, and my body felt like there was some big event going to happen. I didn't know what to expect, but some how I knew something different was going on. All the tingling was there as last time, but deep in my tummy, deeper than he was reaching with his prick, there was a feeling of something building. Then with out warning, my pussy went into a kind of spasm. I started jerking, as if I was shooting spunk! My pussy was contracting, and dilating. As it grabbed and squeezed his prick, it started his spunk injection. I thrashed up and down, and he jerked his juice up inside me.
Now while we'd been fucking, I'd had my eyes closed. As my orgasm subsided, for that is what I'd just had. I saw the old git whose house we were in, standing there at the side of the settee pointing a camera. He flashed away, taking several shots. Well he might have been old, but he was big, he stood there towering above us. I bet he'd been an impressive specimen of a man when he was younger. Our eyes made contact, and he glared at me. Then he dropped his camera onto its wrist strap, and reached down, plucking Glen off me like he was picking up a naughty puppy. He threw him across the room, and Glen landed in a heap on the floor.
"Ok young lady, let see what you've got then."
I tried to close my legs but he forced one ankle against the back of the settee, which he held with his knee. Then he took the other ankle in one hand and used his camera to take close-up shots of my pussy. I squirmed and struggled, and Glen ran across and started hammering on the old guys back with his fists. Glen's blows had no effect, but after the old guy had taken all the shots he wanted of my open pussy, he let go of my legs, and spun around grabbing hold of Glen's wrists.
Once he'd got Glen under his control he turned back towards me, still holding Glen tightly.
"Right then you pair. Let me explain what your situation is. This silly little boy is going to get his ass kicked real bad, and then he's going to loose his job. And you young lady, you're going to get expelled from school. You'll probably not be able to get a job because you've been expelled. Then of course your mom and dad will know you're a slut. I might even put the pictures on the internet, so your fame spreads world wide. How does that grab you?"
"No please."
"So are you going to be nice to me?"
"What do you mean?"
I could guess what he meant, I wasn't that stupid.
"Don't play the bloody innocent. Are you gona fuck me, or do you want me to get nasty?"
I didn't want him to get nasty, and I didn't want Glen to loose his job, but more than that, I didn't want my mom and dad to find out what I'd been doing.
"Ok then. But you promise you won't tell anyone?"
And as I said it, I opened my legs back up wide for him.
"I ain't gona tell nobody. And you can get yourself up off there; I want you in my bedroom."
He let go of Glen's wrists, and said.
"Come then let's have you both up them stairs before the others come back, or you'll end up fucking both of them as well." Then turning to face Glen, "Yes I want you up here as well; you can take some snaps for me while she's doing the business."
"No please, you can fuck me. But I don't want Glen to watch or take any pictures."
"I wasn't asking. I was telling! You ain't got any choice in the matter. Either you do as I say or you're both for the high jump. Now get on with it, come-on I can't wait all day."
He walked out of the room and we both followed him upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as he got in the bedroom he started stripping, until he was naked. He walked to his bed, and lay down in the middle of it on his back. His prick stood up like a big length of salami sausage. It was massive, at least half as long again as Glen's, and so thick. He beckoned me across, I hadn't put my knickers back on, so I was just wearing my little short skirt. I climbed on the bed, and was about to lie down by his side, expecting him to get on top of me.

"What do you think you're doing? Come on. I want you on top; you don't expect me to do all the work at my age."

I did as he'd instructed, and knelt astride him, and then guided his massive prick towards my still dripping pussy. I got it just inside and was about to ease myself down gently, as I was worried about the damage the great big prick would do to me. Suddenly I felt his hands on my waist, and he thrust me down, ramming himself deep inside me.

"Oh god!" I let out a gasp as he stretch the flesh deep inside my pussy. He lifted me and rammed me down again, repeating the action. Before I knew what I was doing, I was assisting him. I started lifting myself up, and then squatting myself hard onto this massive ram-rod. This was bringing on an orgasm, only this time I recognized the signs. All I can say is each fuck gets better than the last, but this was better by at least double. Every stage of the build-up of this orgasm made me excited, it had no hidden worries, and I let myself ride on this wave of excitement. As my first contraction gripped his member, I felt him shooting up. I pushed down as hard as I could, getting every last millimetre of his prick into me. Sticky fluid gushed from my pussy with each spasm as it alternately dilated and contracted. I lay on top of him jerking about unable to control my actions. He'd pushed me to one side and got himself up before I'd stopped.

"Come on you might as well have a shower with me; I'll save on the electric."

When I collected myself together, I got up and went to the bathroom. He was already under the shower, and as soon as he saw me come into the room, he opened the shower cubicle door. I stepped inside, there wasn't much room. His arms wrapped around me holding me in-front of him. I was facing the shower and he was soaping me up, his hands all over my body. Then still using his hands he rinsed me down, I could feel his prick was hard again and was pressing hard against my bum. Then he turned me around so I was facing him, I expected he would now soap my back. His hands cupped under my bum, and he lifted, sliding his hands under my inner thigh, and opening my legs around him. He slid me down and his prick slid up me once again. Not that I was complaining, it was magic, he could have fucked me time and again, I'd never known pleasure like this.

The whole of this fuck was performed in the shower, water cascading down our bodies, with him rocking my bum up and down on his prick. We both orgasmed together, it was like he knew exactly which buttons to press. Or is it that I'm some kind of pent-up nymphomaniac. The truth I don't know, but I do know I like fucking.

When I got downstairs Glen was sitting eating his sandwiches and drinking his coffee.

"You've finished then?"

He said in a very snarky voice. He looked really pissed.

"What's wrong?"
"You! Fucking that old guy, like he was some kind of stud."
"But I had no choice. Anyway I did it as much for you, as anything, to save your job."
"Like fucking hell you did! You would still be up there fucking now, if he could stand the pace. You're a fucking whore!"
"That's not fair. It was you who got me into this mess. If you hadn't forced me onto the couch, none of this would have happened."
"That's right, try and blame me. You've been gagging for it all day. And I didn't force you. You asked me to fuck you."
All this arguing was getting me horny, and I could see Glen had a bulge in his jeans. So I figured this argument was as much about getting rid of built-up frustration, as it was about him being jealous, or me being a slut. I walked past him, and pretended my bag had slipped off my shoulder. It swung across knocking the cup from his hand, and spilling the hot coffee in his lap.
"Oh God! I'm sorry. Here let me help you get them off."
I dived to the floor, and ripped his jeans open, and started tugging them down. He was taken by surprise, and lifted up his bum to make it easier. I made sure my fingers got inside the waist of his boxer shorts, so they came off at the same time. His prick was stood to attention, and I tried my first go at giving head.
I plunged myself down onto his dick with my mouth wide open. I had no idea what it would taste or feel like. The first thoughts were how salty the sticky juice was on his helmet end. I sucked hard, and pushed my mouth down onto his shaft. Although his prick didn't compare with the size of the old mans, it soon filled my mouth, almost making me choke. I felt his hands taking hold of the back of my head, and on my next down stroke, they forced hard downwards. Although I tried to resist his pressure, the prick was pushing hard into my wind-pipe. I gagged, as though I was going to be sick, forcing his prick out of my mouth while I coughed and choked.
"Are you ok?"
I got my breath back.
"Don't do that, you nearly killed me! You promise not to do that again or I won't blow you."
"Ok don't get your hair off. I was just trying to show you how to do it properly."
"What do you mean? If this isn't good enough for you, I can get on with my lunch. I'll leave you to go and have a wank."
"Don't be so bloody touchy. You're doing well for your first time. I was just trying to show you how to do deep throat."
"Are you serious? You expect me to take it into my throat?"
"Yes. That's the right way to do it."
"Well how can I do that without choking?"
"Don't know. I've never done it. But I know it's possible, my girlfriend does it."
"What right into her throat?"
"Yep! It's almost as good as a real fuck. When we 69, I can get it in that far my balls are on her nose."
"How does she breathe?"
"She just takes a deep breath, and then I fuck her throat until she pushes up on my hips. When I feel her pushing, I pull out so she can take another breath. And I'm doing the same with her pussy, so I know when I need to breathe, she will as well. Do you want me to eat your pussy?"
"Err, I don't know."
"I wouldn't usually do it straight after you've been fucked, but you've had a shower, so you should be clean."
"Should I lie down?"
"Well it can be done with either of us on top, but I like it better with the girl under me."
"Ok you get up and I'll get in position."

He moved, I lay down and open my legs wide. I had no sense of being shy; my pussy was stretched for him to see. He climbed up, legs astride my head, and his prick pointing at my mouth. His tongue licked across my clit, sending shivers through my body.

As his prick slid into my mouth, I took a deep breath. It reached the back of my throat, and I had to force myself not to gag. He pushed, and to my surprise I felt it going into my throat. Once the automatic choking feeling had been overcome, it was easy. He was sliding it in and out, and there was no pain, unlike my first fuck. Now my attention was drawn to what he was doing with his tongue, and the feelings he was generating. This was giving my body such an overall glow, I was almost drifting off. Suddenly I was choking, coughing his prick out of my mouth again, then reaching for my breath. I'd forgotten all about lifting him and keeping my lungs full of air. Once I'd got my breath back, I took him back into my throat, but this time I made sure my concentration didn't wander.

"God almighty! Are you pair at it again?"

It was the old man again; he'd walked in without us noticing.

"Take no notice of me; you might as well carry on. I'll go and get my camera."

And off he went, so we did as he'd said, and took no notice. When he came back in we were carrying on as if he wasn't there, while he snapped away from every angle. Before long Glen was jerking his hips, and I felt the spunk in my throat. It was only as he pulled out I could taste his love juice on my tongue. But I was only half way there; I'd been aroused, but not climaxed. As Glen rolled off me, and lay on his back on the floor, I held my arms out to invite him back.

"Come-on. Don't leave me like this."

"Looks like you drained the poor kid dry. If you want me to take over you'll have to get back up them stairs. I'm not gonna try and perform on that bloody couch, at my age, it'd cripple my back."

I didn't answer him, but like a faithful little puppy, I followed my master. As we were leaving the room he said.

"If you're not too fucked, you can come up and take a bit of video, I've got an idiot proof digi-cam up in my room."

He hadn't moved by the time we left the room, but as we were walking down the hall the old man said.

"I bet he's got that camera in his little mitts before we get started."

He was right, by the time we'd got to the top of the stairs; we could here him running down the hall. By the time the old man was stripped, Glen had got the camera going, and was following my every move.

This fuck with the old man was a repeat of my earlier action, with the exception, that this time I felt more relaxed. It was another event that took my body out of my conscious control. The old man took a considerable time to reach his climax, and at one stage I thought I wouldn't be able to hold my orgasm back. But as I say I felt more in control, I was like a pan that was kept simmering, the second I knew he was ready, it was like turning up the flame. My body burst to its boiling point, with spasms and juices a plenty. Most of what happens while I'm actually cuming is a mystery, as I'm in another world at that point. But this time thanks to the video that Glen was taking, all was revealed to me later.

After this session was over, all three of us took turns in the shower, I went last. By the time I got down stairs, Glen and the old guy were watching the video on the TV. I arrived towards the end, they offered to spin it back, but I said not to bother. Then came to the bit at the end of the session, as the old guy started shooting his spunk up inside me, I started thrashing up and down. With each lift, floods of sticky fluid gushed from my pussy, all over the old man. As he finished shooting he lifted me to one side, and got off the bed. The filming continued in close-up, showing me trashing around, legs wide open still flowing cum. My pussy was opening and closing with my spasms. It was most embarrassing to watch.

Glen suddenly sprung to his feet.

"Fucking hell! Come on Linda, here's Graham. Let's get back in the other room quick."

We both dashed back into the other room, but both steamers had boiled dry and shut themselves off. Glen grabbed the bucket to go and get some more water to fill them, but as he got to the door we heard Graham coming in the front door of the house.

"Where are you skiving off to?"

"Just getting some more water for the steamers."

"How far have you got? Are the walls all done yet?"

"Err not quite."

"What the bloody hell have you pair being doing all morning? You ain't even got one wall done yet!"

"Hey! Before you go shouting the odds! Where do you think you and that so called boss have been all morning? Leaving a pair of school kids to do all the work. I paid good money to have this job done by professionals. I didn't expect to have two young kids at the money you're charging."

"But they only had to get the wallpaper off, surely they could manage that job on there own?"

"I don't think you're in a position to criticise. And if you try to make anything of it I'll be reporting you to the health and safety people. They did the best they could under the circumstances. We've had a power cut here, and they didn't know what to do when the steamers stopped working."

"They could have just soaked the walls with water, it might have taken longer, but they'd have got further than sitting on they're backsides."
"That's what I mean. You know that! But how are they supposed to know?"

Graham was grunting things under his breath, but he didn't say anything to me or Glen. The rest of the afternoon we all three got stuck in, and by the time Brian arrived to take us back all the walls were done. I went upstairs to the bathroom and changed into my jeans and shirt, ready to go home. The journey back home was uneventful, mainly because I was wearing my jeans. Neither Graham nor Brian were any the wiser about the events in their absence.

Chapter 2: Day Two

When the next morning arrived, my mom didn't need to be at work very early, so I had to go to work wearing my jeans. As the van pulled up, mom said.
"I'll see you to the gate," and with that she followed me up our garden path. Brian must have seen she was coming, because when he opened the door and jumped out, the front bench seat was empty. Glen had jumped over into the back, before we'd got close.
"Hi. You must be Linda's mom, I'm Brian."
"Yes. I'm Mavis, has she been doing as she's told?"
"She's been no problem at all."
"That's good to hear. Because you know what these teenagers are like, she can be very willful at times. She sometimes needs a firm hand."
"Well have no worries there, I took her in hand yesterday, and explained who was boss. She's been as good as gold all the time she's been with us."
I got in and Brian climbed in next to me, mom leaned in and looking at me she said.
"You make sure you do everything Brian tells you," and as she moved out she slammed the door shut. Brian winked at me with a wicked smile, but said nothing. We put our seat belts on, and were on our way.
Once we were at the house and ready to start, Brian asked.
"Why are you wearing your jeans? You'll be mega hot. You should know after yesterday that the room will be like a sauna within minutes."
"I know. It was mom's idea. But I have got an overall coat; maybe I could wear that and take my jeans off."
"Not a bad idea, but I've got a thin white nylon coat in the van; it will be much lighter and cooler. Glen go and find it, it's somewhere in the back of the van." Glen went off, and soon returned with the coat.
"Nip up to the bathroom and take off your clothes, and put this on, you'll be much cooler."
I went upstairs and I was soon stripped off, only keeping my panties on. Then I put on the coat. It came down to the floor, and was made for someone with a waist like an elephant. My arms were lost in the sleeves, and my hands could not be seen. I didn't think it would be possible to work in this, and I looked so silly. But I went down to show them, more as a joke than anything. I walked in, and held my arms out like a scare crow, the long sleeves drooping from where my hands reached.
"I don't think it was made for someone my size."
"Come here, its only an old one, I'll soon cut it down. It'll be cooler being loose fitting."
I walked across, and he had a pair of wallpapering-scissors in his hand.
"Hold out your arm."
I did as he asked, and he took hold of the loose material of the sleeve, sliding the scissors inside, and cutting up the outside to about elbow height. He put down the scissors, and gripped the material with two hands tearing it around my arm, leaving me with a short sleeve down to the elbow.
"Next one."

I held out the other arm, and he repeated the operation, now both arms were free.
He held out his hand, for me to take as he said.
"Come on step up on this trestle, and I'll do the hem."
I took his hand, and stepped up onto the trestle which was about 40cm high. He put the scissors into the front just below a button, at about knee height. He cut through the double sewn edge of the seam, and then he put the scissors down again. Taking the cloth in both hands he started tearing it around, but as it ripped, it went off at an angle. It tore upwards, stopping only just short of my bum.
"Bloody thing. It won't rip straight. I'll have to cut it all the way around. Make sure you stand still, I don't want to catch you."
He picked up his scissors, and starting from the end of the tear, he started cutting horizontally around.
"It ain't very level, and it's shorter than I intended. But it'll do to work in."
Standing at this height, it was that short, they would almost be able to see my knickers. But at least I'd got a pair on! So when he held out his hand I stepped down. Glen and Graham were on a plank that was placed on two pairs of step ladders, and they were steaming and scraping the ceiling.
"Ok what do you want me to do first?"
"Are you ok at heights? Will you be alright on the plank?"
"Yes. I've worked on a plank before."
"Ok there's another steam plate and scraper over there, when it gets up to temperature, you can get up and help them pair, while I set-up the next plank."
As soon as my steamer was ready, I climbed up, and started scraping. Brian was positioning another couple of steps, and putting another plank into place. He positioned it about 3 feet away from the first plank, the one we were working on. On several occasions, when I looked down I could see him bending down and looking up my bellowing coat. My panties weren't too skimpy, so I took no notice. Occasionally I even deliberately took up a stance with my legs wide open, just to tease, or do I mean tempt him.
We completed the strip of ceiling that could be reached from this plank, both Glen and Graham stepped from one plank to the one Brian had just set-up. I was about to do the same when Brian said.
"Will you be alright stepping that far, or do you need some help?"
Now realizing he only wanted to get within reach, and close sight of me while I was stretched wide, I could have said I was ok. But I was revelling in my new found sexuality, and loving the attention I was getting, so I said.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe if you just steady me."
He was instantly at my side holding his hand up for me to take hold of. I'd got the steamer plate and scraper in one hand, and I took hold of his hand with my other hand. I was thinking more about impressing him, than about being careful. So I stretch my leg wide across to the other plank, but I must have put too much effort into my stride. Suddenly the plank I'd been standing on shot backwards and I plummeted down towards Brian.
He made a grab to catch me, but as my legs were stretched wide, his one hand shot straight under my crotch. The other arm caught me around my back, and my weight overbalanced him. I ended-up lying on top of him on the floor, but he'd broken my fall. His hand was firmly wrapped around my pussy, and his other arm which was around my back, had me pulled tightly to his chest.
"Oh god! I'm sorry. Are you alright?" I said to him.
"Jesus girl! That took me by surprise. Let me catch my breath."
His hand on my pussy wasn't keeping still, on the contrary, it was feeling all around, and almost instantly he'd found my slot. His fingers were now rubbing along my slot, and pushing in deep each time they reached my hole. He wasn't actually going inside my pussy, my panties were protecting me. It all happened in a flash. But as I realized what he was up to, I said.
"You can let me go now, and then I can get up off you."
What I meant was get your hand out of my pussy, but his reply was.
"Yes sorry, I didn't realize I still had hold of you. Just give me a minute to gather my senses. I think your fall has disorientated me."
Well for someone who was disorientated, his fingers were still working well, and by now he had my pussy wetting up. His reply fazed me for a while, and like a fool I lay there while he worked my pussy. He'd had about an extra minute playing, and I could now detect an involuntary push coming from my hips as he poked his finger. I gave a massive shrug, trying to free myself from his grip, and at the same time saying.
"Come-on! That's enough. Let me up now."
The arm that was around my back released its grip, and I started to get up. But the hand under my crotch followed me upwards until he could no longer reach me.
"Sorry I didn't realize I was holding you so tight."
What a load of shit, he knew what he was doing. And he also knew that what he'd already done had achieved his desired effect on me!
I picked up my tools, and was about to get up onto the plank, when Brian who by now had stood up, said.
"Hey! We don't want you falling again, next time you might get hurt."
"I'll be alright; I'll be more careful this time."
"Well if you're sure. But I'm not letting you climb up by yourself. You've got to let me help you climb up."
"There's no need I got up by myself last time."
"Yes and you fell down by yourself as well! Luckily I was there to catch you. If you get hurt, I'll cop the blame. If you want to carry-on, I insist you let me help you get onto the plank, and get from one plank to another."
"Ok. But I'm sure I'd be alright."
"You thought that just before you fell. Right hold my hand and then put your leg up onto the plank."
I took his hand and placed my foot up onto the plank. This maneuver stretched my legs wide open, and as I expected his free hand stroked across my pussy. He stroked me several times, looking directly into my eyes to check my reaction. I expect you’re wondering what my reaction was. But it's difficult to put into words, maybe confusion is the closest I can come to explaining what was going on in my head.
I must have stood still looking eye to eye with him for about a minute or more. He was pushing my panties hard into my pussy at the end of each stroke. I'd now got back to giving the automatic push down against his probing, getting him deeper. This was not something I was doing deliberately, but although I knew it was happening, I seemed unable to stop myself. Then two of his fingers slid into the side of my panties and instantly went their full length up my pussy. As I looked in his eye's I mouthed the words.
"No please, don't," but the words were hardly a whisper, and I didn't attempt to put my leg down, or physically stop him.
His fingers pushed deep and rhythmically up and down, and my knees got weak. He pulled his fingers out, but our eyes never lost contact. I felt his hand on my ankle, and he returned my foot to the ground. Then his hands were on my waist, lifting me and setting me down on the plank. He leaned me back against the step ladder, and lifted one of my legs across the plank and let it fall the other side. Now one hand was on the outside of my coat squeezing my breast, and the fingers of the other hand had returned to my pussy.
I was not fully laid down, but just lying back, semi-sitting. I did nothing to stop him, and he rapidly got me back to boiling point. Both Glen and Graham were down from the plank, and stood either side of me. As I got deeper into action, I sensed Glen was easing me down the plank to lie me down fully. My coat had been unbuttoned, and Glen was sucking my tits. Then I felt the plank bend as it took the additional weight of Brian as he kneeled in-between my legs. My panties were still in place, but they didn't stop his prick from sliding fully into my pussy. The plank bounced up and down to the thrusting of his rampant lust. His prick was nothing special, neither was his technique, but I wanted fucking, and he was hitting the spot. My body reacted willingly to his invasion, welcoming every incursion into my territory.
Soon we both reached the point we were striving for, and as he pumped his spunk into my pussy, it clamped his prick squeezing his every last drop out. He was soon recovered, and standing with the other two. Whereas, I could not stop myself until my orgasm subsided. Indeed if they had not been holding me from either side, then I think I'd have fallen off the plank, and been on the floor again.
Brian had left the room, and Graham was stood there stunned, but Glen said.
"Fucking hell Linda, your some horny bitch. Can I have a go now?"
I didn't reply, but I swung my leg back across and stood up, took his hand and walked towards the open door.
"Where are you pair going?" Asked Graham, now he'd picked his jaw up off the floor.
Glen turned back, and answered.
"To the bedroom I guess. Don't you want some?"
"What the bloody hell's got into her? You can't just go wandering around someone else's house."
Neither of us stopped, and as we turned in the hall and started up the stairs, Glen look back to where Graham was standing, and said.
"You wana make a bet?"
As we passed the bathroom, Brian was busy showering, not that we could see him, but we could hear the shower running. Soon both of us were in the bedroom naked, with Glen pounding me for all he was worth. It wasn't a particularly special event, but Glen certainly enjoyed himself, cuming his cream in no time at all. He climbed off, and started to dress. I lay there legs wide open, knowing Graham had come upstairs and was now stood in the doorway staring at me. I looked across at him, and teased.
"Are you gay?"
"What! Don't be so bloody cheeky."
"It's ok. Nothing to be ashamed about. It takes all sorts."
"I'm not bloody gay."
"Oh! Ok if you say so. Are you impotent then?"
"You're a cheeky little tart. I've a good mind to tell your mom and dad what you've been up to."
"Like fucking hell you will. You'll not only be out of a job, but I'll plant you six feet under if you breathe a fucking word about this. If you don't want a go at her you might as well get back downstairs and get on with some work." This was Brian who'd just returned from having a shower.
"She's a fucking little slut, and you lot are no better. You're supposed to be looking after her; she's a school girl for god's sake."
"Don't be such a prick. She's old enough to bleed, so she's old enough to butcher. And she ain't complaining, in fact I recon she wants some more. So like I say either get your kit off and give the little lady a thrill, or fuck-off back down stairs and get some work done while I have another go."
Graham stormed in from the doorway towards the bed, ripping his clothes off as he came.
"Fucking hell. You're gonna get the fucking of your life. You're gonna regret calling me a queer."
As soon as he was naked, he jumped on top of me, ramming his prick in as forcefully as he could. His strokes were hard and angry, bashing my crotch with each thrust. Within less than a minute, his eyes were rolling, and he'd changed to rapid short strokes. He'd forgotten about trying to take it out on me, and now he was working on bringing his spunk into action. The total fuck lasted less than 5 minutes, and ended with him sucking on my tits as he shot his load inside me.
As soon as he'd finished, he lay still on top of me like a dead weight. I mustered all my strength, rolled over, pushed him off me and onto the floor in one go. Then I rolled onto my back, and held my arms out to Brian who was still stood there.
"Please. Give me a real fuck."
With this his chest stuck out, and he strode across. He leisurely stripped, and slowly mounted me. He gave me a slow gentle fuck, as if to demonstrate to Graham the right way to do it. Once again, I orgasmed in unison with Brian. He lay there holding me close and kissing while I writhed about.
When Brian eventually got up, Glen was ready to have another go, but Graham pulled rank on him, and said it was his turn next. Personally I couldn't give a fuck who was next, I was ready who ever it was. This time when Graham climbed on the bed the anger was gone, he just wanted to fuck. Now his pent-up aggression had disappeared, his style was completely different. He eased himself into position, and slid his stiff member into my pussy. Each time pulling it slowly back until it nearly dropped out, and then slowly gliding it in to its full depth. There was no urgency this time, and this gentle treatment sowed the seeds for my next orgasm. I could feel it welling up deep in my tummy. I clamped my legs around his back, and my arms around his shoulders.
"Oh yes! Oh Graham! Oh Boy! More! Oh god! Yes! Graham Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Make me fucking have it! Now Graham! Quick! Come-on! Fucking hell," the words were making no sense at all, but I just felt I had to swear!
Then I felt his pace pick up, I knew he was ready.
"Yes! Shoot it up me! Oh godddddddddd! Argggggg! Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!"
Why? How? This climax was the climax to end all climaxes. His prick wasn't big. I certainly didn't love him. But boy did he hit the spot. Long after he'd pulled out, I was writhing around the bed flooding out juice everywhere. Poor Glen was stood there prick-in-hand waiting for his turn, but he couldn't get mounted until I'd finished squirming about.
"Come-on you pair let's have you back downstairs. We'd better get this bloody job moving," said Brian as he made his way to the door.
"Hey! That's not fair. I haven't had my go yet," said Glen. His face looked so disappointed.
"Well ok. But don't take all day about it. And you'd better pull your finger out when you're finished, I expect to get some work out of you this afternoon."
"Ok it won't take me long."
With that he jumped on the bed, and was trying to get his prick pushed in while I was still in the afterglow of my last fuck. It took a while before his pounding actually registered; I was still so deep into my last orgasm. Then as it subsided, and his prick grew inside me, I started to respond to Glens efforts. There was no way he was going to rival the previous fuck, but it seems any fuck is better than no fuck at all, as far as my body is concerned. So now I was lifting my hips and pushing against his every thrust, maximising on every single millimetre of prick available. My legs were wrapped tightly around his back, clamping him towards my pelvic thrusts. I'd wrapped my arms around him and I was kissing him in a violent frenzy. I wanted another orgasm, and I was trying every thing I could think of to ensure my success. Then he started jerking, and I knew my desire was thwarted. In seconds he'd fallen into a limp dead weight, resting on top of me, neither use to man nor beast.
Next second he was climbing off me, and getting dressed.
"Come-on. You'd better hurry up and get back downstairs, or Brian will be on the war path."
I didn't answer, but thought to myself, 'Fuck Brian. I'll get up when I'm good and ready'.
Glen was dressed and gone in no time, and I lay still, thinking how the hell did this all happen. I don't know how long I lay there, but eventually I was aware of someone standing in the doorway.
It was Brian, "Are you ok?"
"Yes. Just a bit tired."
"Are you going to come down now, its dinner break, and the kettles on for a cup of tea?"
"Ok. I'll have a shower first if that's ok."
"Yes of course it is. But don't take too long or your tea will get cold."
"I won't."
And with that he was gone. I got up and had my shower. Then I went down to join the others for dinner break.
We all sat around eating our sandwiches and drinking our tea, Brian and Graham were reading newspapers, Glen had a girly magazine. The old man walked in, and stood in the doorway holding a video camera in his hand.
"Well this certainly makes interesting viewing."
Both Brian and Graham shot to their feet and made their way to the door, Brian saying, "What the bloody hell have you got on there?"
The old man was as I said yesterday a big man, and he pulled his camera back out of reach as he replied, "Not so bloody fast. If you want to see this you'd better come in the other room and I'll put it on the TV."
He'd turned and was on his way next door with Brian and Graham following in hot pursuit. Both Glen and I got up to see what he'd got on the camera. As we entered the room the old man was warning Brian to keep his hands off the tape. Old he might be, but he was not a man to argue with, so both Brian and graham just sat on the edge of their chairs waiting to see what the old guy had recorded.
"How the bloody hell did you get that setup?" Brian gasped as the video started up. There was me walking in and throwing myself on the bed, with Glen diving on top of me. As the old man spun the video through on fast search, we could still see the action going on, but were soon onto Graham's fuck, then Brian, then back to Graham, and lastly Glen. He let the recording go back to normal speed to watch me lying there after Glen had left me. They all watched me wanking myself to get the climax that Glen hadn't completed.
The TV went black as he turned it off, and everyone was lost for words for at least half a minute. Then as one person went to speak, we all burst into voice at the same time.
The old man took the upper hand, "Ok you lot. It looks to me like I've got you all over a barrel."
Brian replied taking the lead for everyone, "What the bloody hell are you playing at? What the hell made you film that lot? And what do you want?"
"Steady on. No need for you to panic. So long as I get your cooperation, then nobody needs to know what you've been getting up to."
"What kind of cooperation?" Asked Brian.
"Nothing to worry you; you and your lads get on with my decorating like I'm paying you for, and young Linda can come upstairs with me for the afternoon."
"Well I don't know about that." And then turning towards me, "Will you be ok with that Linda?"
"I wasn't asking; and it's not up to her. If you lot don't all do as I say, then you lot will end up in jail and she'll be in mega trouble with her dad." He pulled the video out of the player, opened a safe hidden behind a picture, and put the video inside, locking it as he turned back to face us.
Holding his hand out to me, he said, "Ok girl are you ready?"
Nobody resisted, I got up, meekly took his hand and went with him up the stairs. The others all trooped out of the room and went back to work.
As I said yesterday, this guy knew his stuff, and I seemed to be getting better with every fuck. So as he started taking off my coat, I started stripping him. We were soon both naked, and I dropped to my knees. I took hold of his prick, which to my surprise was still limp. I gently stroked it, stretching it up and licking up its length. It immediately reacted, allowing me to cup it in my hands and slowly wank it, while I started sucking on his ball sack. Now it went from stiff to solid, so I lifted myself up higher, and put my lips around it. As I eased it into my mouth, it pushed against my throat. I remembered what glen had said about taking it into the throat, and I took a very deep breath. I used all my mental power to resist the gagging feeling as it entered my wind pipe. I forced myself down and his bell end stretched my neck as it slid in and out. I pulled up and took another breath then got back onto his prick. The more I did it, the easier it got, like any skill once learnt; it seamed to come natural to me. Soon he was shooting and I felt his spunk warm in my throat. As I pulled myself off, I sucked up the cream from off the end of his shaft.
"God girl! You sure are a fucking natural. Come on let's get you on the bed and give you a real fuck."
I didn't need any encouraging, I was gagging for it.
So I said, "Do you want to get on there first, and I'll get on top of you?"
"No not this time, I'm going to teach you a new trick today."
"New trick? What's that?"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, just get yourself on that bed and spread them little legs as wide as you can yet them."
As I say I didn't need any persuading, I was on that bed; legs spread wide showing my wet eager pussy without any sense of shame. He climbed slowly into place in-between my legs and leaned his big body over the top of mine. As I looked along his torso, I could see his massive prick hanging away from his body and pointing directly up towards my face. He lowered his hips down until his prick lined-up with my pussy, and gave a gentle push. Oh god, it was better than I'd remembered, my pussy stretched to take its girth. My pussy was that wet and willing, that the thrust took it all the way in to its full depth, in one easy movement.
He was taking it very slowly, pulling almost out, and taking it right in deep, but what did he mean new trick, this was no different to the way Graham had fucked me. Well I was soon to find out. It all started with him putting his arms under the backs of my knees, and lifting my legs up high, and then pushing them up towards my shoulders, where he then said.
"Here girl grab hold of these, and keep them pulled up high." I grab hold like he told me to. The result was, that his prick seemed to gain even more length, as he rammed hard.
I thought, 'I like this new trick, this guy really knows how to fuck'. But this wasn't his new trick. Now I was holding my own legs, I felt him fingering my pussy at the same time as he was fucking me. He was poking at least one, but it could have been two fingers in at the same time as his prick. I couldn't understand what thrill this would give him, but my pussy stretched to take it, and it wasn't unduly uncomfortable. Then as he pulled his fingers out, he started poking them at my bottom!
This I didn't like, so I let go of my legs and started to squirm about.
"GET THEM FUCKING LEGS BACK UP, AND HOLD STILL, OR I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO SQUIRM ABOUT," He barked in a very loud angry voice. I immediately lifted my legs and took hold of them again. He resumed his probing around the rim of my hole, and then pushed the finger end inside up to his first knuckle.
It wasn't that it hurt me, it just felt dirty. I can't explain it, but it didn't feel right. When Glen had first probed my pussy, I knew it was wrong, but it felt right. This, on the other hand didn't feel right! For some reason it was worrying me, but I don't know why. But even if it worried me. It certainly didn't worry him. His fingers were alternatively up my pussy, and back to my bottom.
Then I realized what he was doing; he was taking my pussy juices, and lubricating my bottom. Each time his fingers went deeper, until now he was ramming in and out of my bottom with two fingers held together to their full length. His prick was still gently gliding in and out of my pussy, and this in itself was starting my orgasm to form. But now this ramming in my bottom, especially as the knuckles passed through my ring, this was heightening the feeling to a new level. Now I thought this is his new trick, and god does it feel good. Then to my surprise he pulled his fingers out, but my bottom continued pulsing.
Then on one of his withdrawal strokes, his prick dropped out, and as I lay there pussy and bottom both throbbing, I felt the bell end of his knob push at the hole of my bottom!
"Oh god no!"
Both his hands had now taken hold of my ankles, and were holding my legs firmly to the bed alongside my shoulders. This pinning down ensured my bottom was pulled high, and presented exactly where his probing prick could make a perfect entrance.
"God no! Aggg. No please, you'll rip me open." My words fell on deaf ears, the pain as it stretched my bottom, as it ploughed deeper with every thrust.
Then he pulled it back out!
"Oh thank you," I cried. His prick rammed deep back into my pussy, ramming in and out with determined strokes.
"Oh yes, that's good, you can fuck my pussy as much as you want, but your prick is too," I didn't get chance to finish my words. He was out of my pussy, and back in my bottom, this time going deeper still. What I thought was a change of heart, was only him doing the same as he'd done with his fingers. He was getting pussy juice to lubricate my bottom.
After about four or five return trips to my pussy, he was now getting full depth into my bottom, and fucking it with fast long strokes. I said as his prick first entered my bottom, the pain was unbearable, but looking back it wasn't. Yes it did stretch me, but I think it was more fright than pain. And now, the sensation as this enormous prick rippled it way in and out of my tiny bottom was another totally new experience for me! My bottom was creating the sensation, but the pit of my tummy was where it was all welling-up. My pussy was pumping uncontrollably, and I could tell I was leaking out fluid in large quantities. It was almost like being a child who couldn't control its water, but I wasn't pissing, this was some kind of pussy fluid.
This fuck went on for at least 15 minutes, and he would make the occasional return to my pussy. Not that he needed to do that to get pussy juice, because as I've said my pussy was flowing out juice which must have been flowing all around his prick lubricating every inward stroke. To say I was ready to cum would be an understatement, I'd been having a mini-orgasm almost all the way through this fuck. But now as I sensed his climax was getting near, my pelvic thrusting got out of control, and I trashed about wildly. So much so he was having a job to keep mounted!
"God girl, you're like a rodeo bull. I've a good mind to pull it out and shoot it over your face."
"N-n-no. p-p-please u-up my a-arse," I struggled to get out my words. But he knew what I wanted, and boy did I get it! His prick was that tight in my arse; that I swear I felt a Mexican wave as the spunk traveled the length of his shaft! Each time exploding as a warm splash deep in my bowel. Then another, again, again, more, how many I don't know, because at that point I went. Where I went I don't know, I floated away to another planet, this wasn't an orgasm, this was an out of body experience!
Well, when I came to my senses, he was nowhere to be seen, and I was covered in all kinds of juices, the bed was a flood of sticky fluid. I'd been thrashing around in it, and from my feet up to my shoulders was covered. The glow in my tummy was like nothing I'd ever felt. As I rocked myself across the bed the fluid was cold, I'd been laid there some time. I sat up on the edge of the bed, my legs were trembling and weak, and I felt they wouldn't hold my weight if I tried to stand. I sat there some time; there was no noise from the shower, so I presumed the old guy, cos at this point I still didn't know his name. I assumed he'd finished his shower before I'd come-to, and was already downstairs.
Eventually I pulled myself to my feet, stumbled to the shower, and then I dressed, back to my jeans, like I'd arrived in the morning. I made my way down stairs, but instead of going into the room we were working in, I went into the room the old man was in.
"Ah. There you are at last. Come and sit down, I'll go and make you a nice cup of tea, your too young for a fag, and anyway you don't want to start that dirty habit." And then he was gone, but he soon returned with two steaming hot cups of tea. Us Brits, eh! Middle of summer blazing hot day, but nothing refreshes you like a cup of tea!
We sat there sipping our tea, like it was the vicar sitting with a parishioner that was recovering after an illness. We must have looked an odd couple, the old guy, I'd now asked his name, Robert finished his working life, and me just about to start mine. So far in this work experience, I hadn't experienced much work! I don't somehow think the schools had thought about a week of fucking experience. By the time I returned to the guys in the back room, they were packing up the tools for the end of the day. On the journey home in the van a totally wicked plan was hatching in my mind, mainly brought about by Robert's secret filming of my fuck session this morning.

But as the events of this evening really fall into a different category and this was supposed to be the story of day two, not the evening, I think I'll end this story here. Look for the next episode in the 'Incest Section', in about a month's time.

Chapter 3

Well what a whirlwind these first two-days of so-called work experience had been so far. It had seen me develop from a shy school girl virgin, into a sex mad slut, and I was proud of my newfound sexuality. But now I was developing a very wicked feeling of sexual power, and all the way home in the van, I'd been cooking up a devious scheme.

As soon as I got into the house I ran upstairs to get out of my jeans, and put on a summer dress, nice and short, with some sexy little red panties. Now back downstairs to daddy's study and fired up the PC. What was going on in my mind? Well I'll tell you, daddy was always full of grand ideas, but never seemed to be able to make them work! Now when Robert setup the video recording this morning and caught me being fucked by the decorators, this had sparked off a plan in my wicked mind. At this stage I didn't know if I could get this plan working, or exactly how it would pan out.

It was all hinging around me being able to get some video surveillance cameras and recording equipment working. This was one of daddy's projects that he'd been trying to get working for weeks now. The PC was now up and running and I had the installation instruction for the PC capture card software. I followed the instructions, inserting the installation CD when it was asked for, clicking next when prompted, until it arrived at the final window with the button saying 'Finished'. "Your capture software has been successfully installed, please reboot the system."

Ok here goes, 'Shutdown', now wait! It all boots-up, says it's found new hardware, now its doing some installing new drivers. "Drivers installed, please re-boot to enable DCR card." So I re-boot again, and wait! This time it all fires-up, no messages, but sitting on the desk top is a new icon. Now the instruction book says connect your camera, so I've got the box with the 2 wireless cameras sat on the floor, and I connect the lead from one of the radio receivers into the back of the PC. This is it, I double click the icon, and a window appears showing a picture of the light fitting on the ceiling.

Success! Well how did I manage to get this working when daddy has been trying for weeks without success? Simple, I used the instruction book! The idea of an instruction book to daddy is like the devil reading the bible.

So now I've got a camera, so what now. Well filming people when they don't know they're being filmed. So where and how to hide the camera? First rule is, you have to look natural, so as I'm never seen outside of the house without my bag, this seemed the obvious place to hide it. The bag had a pocket at either end, which closed with a drawstring. I tried placing the small camera in the pocket, and using tape to hold it, but this wasn't going to work. Then I saw on daddy's desk a packet of headache tablets. This was dead-on right size; I taped the camera to the top of the box and put the battery inside. The whole thing then slid into the little pocket on the end of my bag, and the camera was facing directly up out of the top of the pocket. Now for the final touch, the tube out of a toilet role, cut to a short length, and pull the draw string up around it.

It was perfect, I put my bag down by the desk, and even looking directly at the pocket, and knowing it was there, it was difficult to spot. Now to get the PC to record, out with the instruction book again, and that was it, just click the red icon. Well it says its recording, but let's see what happens. I step over my bag, and walk to the door, turn around and walk back, stand just behind daddy's desk, bag slightly to one side. Now click the stop icon, then playback. Oh god! This is better than I imagined, as I'd stepped over the bag, my crotch had open wide, showing my sexy little red panties in the clearest detail, even the wisps of curly hair that the panties didn't cover. And standing by daddy's chair gave a clear view of my bulging mound at the front of my crotch. If this didn't turn daddy on, he must be gay.

Now to execute my plan, I set the PC recording again, and turn off the monitor, pickup my bag, and off we go. Next door lives my best friend Julie from school; she was on work experience this week the same as me. She has an older sister named Francis (we call her Fanny, but she doesn't like it), about two years older than us. And I know for a fact my daddy fancies her, because I've seen him sneak out of his greenhouse, which is at the bottom of our garden. He first looks down to the house to see if moms in the kitchen window, and then he follows the line of the fence, hiding behind the large shrubbery bushes. It's while the hot weather is here, and she's sunbathing in her back garden. After he's watched her for a while he goes back to his green house, but I can't tell if he's wanking, because the view from my bedroom window into his green house is blocked by the apple tree.

Anyway, as I said I know he fancies Fanny (but I suppose all men do), so my plan was to try and get some up-skirt recording of her. I knock on Julie's front door, and her mom answered.

"Oh, Hi Linda. Come on in. Julie's not home yet." As she'd opened the door, she turned on her heals, and walked back towards the kitchen, talking as she went. I followed as close as I dare, pushing my bag forward to gain the best possible view up the back of her dress. She's got one of those loose fitting thin cotton dresses that people wear on the hot summer days, at this point I had no idea what type of panties she was wearing, or if she had any on at all!

"You don't mind if I carry on, they'll all be home soon, and I've got to prepare a salad for tea?"

"No course not. Is Julie getting on ok with her work experience?"

"Yes she seemed really happy when she got home yesterday. How's yours going?"

"Oh great! I'm loving every minute."

"That's good. Wallpapering or something isn't it?"

"Yeah. But it's not just the job; it's the people I'm working with."

"So you get on ok with the guys you're working with. They're not just using you as cheap labor?"

"No. I can honestly say, I haven't had to do much real work at all. But they're teaching me a hell of a lot of things."

"Mind your language Linda; I'm sure your mom doesn't let you use words like that. Anyway, it's good you're being taught new skills. So you'll be a real Pro, by the end of the week?"

"I recon I'm almost that now." I said giggling to myself. "Is that Fanny I can hear having a shower?"

"Yes it is, but you know she doesn't like being called Fanny, her names Francis. She's getting ready to go out."

I picked up a glass and pushed it under the cold water tap (Faucet), and as I turned it on I asked, "Is it ok to have a glass of water."

Jane (Julie's mum) spun around, "NO! Not while she's in the shower."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I never thought," I said as I turned the tap back off, and having a job to hide my giggling.

"If you run the cold tap the shower will suddenly get hot."

Of-course I knew that, and I didn't really want a glass of water either.

"I'm sorry I never thought. Is it ok if I go and see if she's alright? I'll wait for Julie in her bedroom."

"Yes you go on up."

Now all the time she'd been moving around in the kitchen, I'd kept my bag in my hand, and kept it as close as I'd dared to Jane's legs. I'd been looking from both back and front, but at this stage I had no idea if I'd recorded anything worth seeing.

"Sorry about that Fanny." I said as I passed the bathroom door. The shower had stopped running, so I guess she must be drying herself. As I stood by the doorway to Julie & Fanny's room, the bathroom door flew open and Fanny marched out. Totally naked, unless you count the towel that she had wrapped around her hair. I was deliberately standing in the doorway, so as she passed me she had to turn sideways and side step through. My trusty bag was down by my side and I was hoping the camera had caught that wide open leg shot!

"I might have known it would be you pissing around with the taps. I bet you did that on purpose."

"Who me? I wouldn't do such a thing; I'd never forgive myself if Fanny had got scolded." This kind of bickering was normal between me and Fanny, we'd never hit it off. Maybe that was why I wanted to get some compromising shots of her, but no, I think it was as I'd said earlier, I knew daddy fancied her. I wonder if that's why I don't get on with her, am I jealous of her? Who cares!

"God Fanny is that new?" I said staring down at her crotch.

"What?"

"That tattoo!" I'd seen it before; she's had it about a couple of months.

"No. I've had it ages. You must have seen it before."

"No. How far does it go?" This was a dragon across the side of her navel, and its tail curled around the front of her leg and disappeared into her upper thigh. She now did just what I'd hoped, proceeded to show off, displaying her tattoo proudly. She lifted one leg onto Julie's bed as she lay back on her own. I walked across to pretend I was getting a close look, and tilted my bag.

"What are you, a lesbian or something? You don't need to get close enough to kiss my pussy."

"I'll tell you what Francis, that's awesome. It's so detailed. How were you brave enough to let someone do that to you?" I knew she'd fall for this flattery.

"What do you mean, it didn't hurt very much?"

"No I meant letting someone get right in close to your pussy, was it a woman tattooist?"

"No. it was a guy, a big hunk of a guy."

"God! And you had to lie down spread wide open while he did that, weren't you shy?"

"No way. One day when you grow up you'll stop being a shrinking violet."

Little did she know! Anyway I carried on buttering her up.

"How did he manage to do that bit on your tummy, didn't your panties get in the way?"

"Don't be silly, I hadn't got any on."

"No! How did you cover your pussy up?"

"There wasn't much point; I'd had to fuck the guy to get him to do the tattoo anyway. Some shit about me being under 18, and he'd loose his license. So I flashed my legs, and he took me in the back room. Once he'd fucked me, he was the one who suggested this design. All the time I was laid on his table he kept taking a quick lick of my meat. I was that close to cuming, I couldn't feel his needle, by the time he'd finished and put the bandage on I was rampant. I about raped him."

"Fucking hell! I bet your mom don't know?"

"Too fucking right she don't, and if you say a word you're dead."

"Me? I wouldn't split on you. Is that a clit stud you've got?"

With that she dropped her leg back to the floor, "Yes. But that's something else mom don't know about, so make sure you keep it buttoned."

"Wow, I never knew you were so cool."

"Ok you can stop taking the piss."

"No, I'm not kidding. Sorry I kept calling you Fanny. But I never knew you were that cool, and had a stud in your clit."

"It's no big deal."

"I think it is. I wish I could be brave enough to do that."

"It only stings a bit at first, you soon get used to it."

"No it's not the pain, it's you know, letting a guy play with your pussy."

"Once you've been fucked a few times you won't be that shy."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well if I ask you something, you won't tell anyone?"

"What the hell are you going on about?"

"Please if I ask, even if you say no. Promise you won't tell anyone I asked you?"

"Go on then, ask away."

"And you promise you won't tell?"

"Yes I promise. Now for fucks sake hurry up. I wanna know what you're gonna ask."

"Can I have a closer look at your stud, and touch it?"

"Jesus! You are a lesbian."

"No it's not like that. I'm just so excited at the thought of getting one of them myself. I want to get mine done. Go on please lets me look at it?"

"Well ok. But this is between you and me. You tell anyone and I'll fucking kill you."

She lifted her leg back across to Julie's bed where I was sitting. I knelt down on the floor, propping my bag against the bed behind me at an angle to try and get the best view I could. As I leaned towards her open legs I could smell her pussy, even though she'd only just showered, the real pussy smell was so sweet. I gently took hold of one of her outer pussy flaps and held it to one side so I could see the stud. As my fingers contacted her skin I saw her shudder, and knew this was exciting her. But hell what had started as a way of getting my dad turned on, had now got my pussy throbbing!

I took hold of either end of the stud between the finger and thumb of my left hand. Each movement made her pussy lift, and I was gently but continually giving it little tugs.

"Ok. That's enough!" and she tried to lift her legs shut. I was firmly positioned on the bed in-between her legs and she was going to have to use force to

get them closed.
"Please Francis don't stop me." With that I put my tongue on her lips and licked slowly up towards her clit. She shuddered violently. And as I reached her clit I sucked it, drawing clit and stud into my mouth. Her hands were now on the top of my head pushing down. But I sucked again, rolling my tongue around the stud. Her hand shook on my scalp, not pushing to get me off, but in a frenzy.

I'd got her; she was now under my control, as I'd been under Robert's control earlier. I continued my sucking and my tongue manipulation of her stud. But now I had two fingers probing her hole, and she was starting to buck her hips. God how had this happened, this wasn't on my agenda, but fucking hell it was so sweet, or was it the feeling of power. I'd got her totally under my spell. So I thought now I've gone this far, let's go all the way.

I kicked off my shoes, and while still keeping her clit going with my mouth, I pulled down my panties. Once they were off, I climbed on the bed, only momentarily leaving her pussy. Then as I lowered my pussy down, I felt her tongue touching my lips. Wow! There were no words, and I honestly can't describe the events, it is all a blur even now. I know I enjoyed it, and we both cum. I do remember we ended up pussy to pussy in some sort of weird contortion, holding and kissing each other. Even looking at the recording on the camera later didn't show enough detail of the action to recap my memory. But hell who cares, we both enjoyed it planned or not.

"You tell anyone what we've just done and you're history. That little episode never happened, and don't you ever try that again. Shit I need another shower now," she said as she stormed out of the bedroom. Well what can I say, it wasn't planned, and not much of it got recorded, well not visually, but the camera does record sound! I used my panties to clean myself up, and sat there waiting for Julie to come home, all the time wondering what Fanny, or do I now call her Francis? What will she say when she returns after having her shower?

Suddenly I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"God! Has that girl not come out from that shower yet? FRANCIS HAVE YOU SEEN THE TIME, YOUR FRIEND WILL BE HERE TO COLLECT YOU SOON." It was Jane shouting towards the bathroom door to overcome the noise of the shower, then turning back to me, "it's a wonder she doesn't come out all wrinkled like a prune." Then I heard the front door as Julie arrived home.

"That's Julie, sounds like she's home now, I'll tell her you're up here," she said as she disappeared back down stairs.
As Fanny rushed into the room, this time with the towel covering her torso, she was followed by Julie who had just come up the stairs. I could tell Julie was bursting to tell me something, she was making hand signals like crazy. She threw her bag across the bedroom, and rushed back towards the bathroom, beckoning me to follow.
"Go on. Go and lick her pussy now!" Fanny let fly with a quick snipe.
As I sat on the edge of the bath, and Julie closed the bathroom door she asked.
"What was that about? Was she trying to say we're lesbians?"
"Take no notice of Fanny. She's always making some comment."
"Yeah, you're right. I've got something much more exciting to tell you." She was almost frothing at the mouth, her excitement was bubbling over.
"Guess why I'm late?"
"You had to do an extra blow job?" Julie's work experience was in a hairdressing salon, so the reference was to the task normally left to the novice hairdresser, 'the blow dry'.
"No but you're not far off."
"Go on then I know you're bursting to tell me."
"The guy who owns the hairdressers, lives two blocks away, and he's been giving me a lift in and bringing me home."
"So you've been hanging around him all day?"
"No he's got loads of shops, we only see him for about ten minutes during the day. No it's when he gives me a lift home. Yesterday, you know how hot it was. I never thought when I got in the car, I had my skirt pulled up and was getting a wet-wipe from my bag to cool my legs, when I felt him put his hand on my knee. God, I froze. You should have felt it; it made me go all funny. I just sat there while he ran his hand up to my panties."
"Christ Julie! Did he get your pussy?"
"Well no. Not then, but he did today."
"What he had you?"
"Well I wouldn't have stopped him. But no, he didn't fuck me. But god I thought he was going to. He'd got my leg up over the back of the seat, and my panties pulled across. He wanked me till I cum. I still haven't stopped shaking, and my legs are like jelly."
"So where did this all take place?"
"Up Carters Lane."
"What he took a detour up the old spinney?"
"Yep. We only stopped for about five minutes yesterday, but today he was eating my pussy for ages. I was sure he'd fuck me, I was scared to death. But then when he put my legs back down I felt so disappointed. When he'd started licking me I was wondering if I should try to stop him if he tried to fuck me. Before he'd finished licking, I wanted that fuck so much I almost asked him."
"Wow! So are you getting a lift with him tomorrow?"
"Yep! And I'm counting on loosing my virginity."
"You're going for it then?"
"Bloody right I am. I'm taking a spare pair of panties, and some wet-wipes, and I might even take a spare skirt."
"Won't your mom notice if you come home in a different skirt to the one you leave the house in?"
"Got that sussed. I've got that little red skirt; I'll slip it in my bag with my knickers when I go in the morning. Then when I finish work I'll slip the little red pussy pelmet on, and if my first fuck turns out to be a bleeder, then it won't matter."
"God you've worked it all out. You are serious."
"You bet'ya. When I come home tomorrow my cherry will have been popped. Whoaaaaaaa!"
"Hang on a minute. How do I know you're not just making this all up?"
"Why would I?"
"You might just want to win the bet." There had been the usual bragging at school last week, about whether anyone would get lucky during their work experience, and we'd had a bet to see who would be first to score.
"Well yes I do, but it's all true what I've been saying."
"So your pussy is still wet?"
"Yes! And my panties."
"So!"
"What d'ya mean? So?"
"So if they're still wet. Prove it."
"Really? You want me to show you?"
"Well it's the only way I'll know for sure."
I'd been sitting on the edge of the bath, and she was sitting on the loo with the seat lid down. She slid forward, opening her legs, and lifted her skirt.
"See!"
Yes I could see, and I tilted my bag, so the camera would see as well.
"Ok so your panties are wet, you could have pissed yourself."
It worked; she slid her fingers into the side of her gusset, and gave it a tug. Then she used the thumb and fore finger of her other hand, and opened her pussy lips, showing her glistening slimy wet pink hole.
"Well now are you convinced?"
"Yeah ok. Cover it up quickly before you start attracting the flies."
With that, she let go of her pussy, dropped her skirt, stood up and grabbed the wet flannel out of the wash-hand basin, and threw it at me, laughing as she said.
"You fucking bitch, you were just having me on."
"Well I wondered how far you'd go. I didn't recon on a pussy show. You wait till I tell the girls at school."
"You wouldn't?"
"I'll see. Maybe I can think of some kind of favor you can do for me."
"Like what?"
"Don't know yet, but I'll think of one."
"Anyway got'a go, mom'll be flipping her lid by now. It's her keep fit night."
"Will I see you later?"
"Doubt it I got a lot things to do tonight. See ya tomorrow."
"See ya."
"Where the heck have you been till now? You know Tuesdays is a rush for me. Everything's done; it just needs serving up when dad gets in. I'm running late now, I'll just dash up and get ready, then I'll be off. Oh, and Gordon will be in late he's got a cricket match tonight, so I'll probably be back before him." And with that she was off upstairs. That whirlwind, in-case you hadn't guessed was my mom, she'd let fly at me as soon as I'd walked in. And Gordon is my 20 year old brother. But in all her rushing around, she had been oblivious to me thrusting my bag-cam under her shower coat. Yes she must have already showered, and had been preparing the meal dressed in one of those shower coats, loose fitting, made out of towel material, and only coming down to her bum. Now although at this stage I couldn't see under it, it would be very unusual for her to have put any panties on if she was dressed like that.
Now I rushed into daddy's study, and turned the monitor on. Yes! It's still in recording mode, nothing crashed. Ok let's stop recording, and see what we've got. It wants a file name, god what shall I call it. Who cares, 'Temp' will do. Shit! Fucking hell! I do that every time I'm in a rush. I named the bloody thing, but didn't pay attention as to where it was going to put it. Select C:\ System, 'Search', 'Temp', 'Search Now'. If daddy were here he'd be saying, "More haste less speed."
Gotcha! There it is. I'll cut it now and paste it in my folder so I know where it is. Fucking hell this must be a big file. Ok done now, here goes. Come-on open up you bastard! I'm sweating, I'm that impatient. Media player is there, but it's taking forever to load the file. At last! Ok it's got a picture, it's only the ceiling, but it's working. Try the fast forward button. Yes its working, now we've got white-out, must be the sky outside. The house roof, ok back to normal speed. Now Julie's front door, the picture is so clear once it's had a second to sort out its light levels.
Jesus Daddy will flip at this, as the door opens, the clearest shot up Jane's dress as it billows forward with the draft blowing through the door. First look I think she hasn't got any panties on, but no it's a thong, but a skimpy one. I play this bit at normal speed, now she's turned around and going towards her kitchen, thin string of the thong is totally disappeared up the crack of her bum! Even with a picture this clear it's difficult to tell she's wearing any at all. Oh yes this is good, daddy's got to be impressed with this as she moves around the kitchen the glimpses of her crotch are astounding. Spin through the bit where it looks up my skirt as I go up the stairs.
Now back to normal speed to see Fanny show her fanny as she side steps past me, YES! Got it to perfection, centre screen. Oh shit, I can hear mom coming down. No time to shutdown, I'll just turn-off the monitor, and go and sit in the lounge.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing mom. Why?"
"Well you look as guilty as hell, and your dad's study door is closed. That was open earlier. Have you been on his computer again?"
"I was just..." but I didn't get chance to finish my sentence.
"Oh hell I'm late. I'll have to let your dad sort it out. Can I trust you to behave yourself until your dad gets home?"
"Course you can."
"Ok bye, I'll be home about 8:30."
I'll be good till dad gets home, but I never said I'd be good once he gets here. Ok now she's gone get a second camera from the box, and go up to her bed room. Ok camera hidden in-between the millions of bottles and lotions on the shelves above her dressing table. Back down stairs to connect the other end, and get this camera recording. Well ok got a picture, but not really got the whole bed, I'll dash back up and move it a bit. This is harder than I thought; it takes about 6 goes before I can say I'm happy with it. Ok now for the camera in my bag, daddy mustn't know I took these pictures deliberately. Get the camera out, un-tape it from the box, and now lie it in the bag facing upwards. Its too far from the edge of the bag to be able to get it close up anyone skirt, and if I don't pick-up the bag carefully, then it'll tip over. But who cares I've got the pictures and this is just a cover.
Now to check out the rest of the tape, oh no, not time, that's daddy's car I can here pulling in the drive. Ok quickly re-name the file and plonk it on daddy's desk-top.
There's the front door.
"HI ANYBODY HOME?" He shouts up the stairs as he comes in.
"In your study. Come see what I've done." He doesn't like anyone in his study, and although he's useless on the PC he hates other people going on it. So me saying I was in his study was like lighting the blue touch paper. He came storming in, dropping his briefcase at the doorway.
"Linda what have you been up to. I've told you before that computer cost money, it's not a toy." By now I was out of his chair and he was sat down.
"I know that daddy. But I'm working with a guy who's a computer whiz kid, and he's explained exactly how to get your cameras working."
"Look I've been trying for 4 weeks now, talking to guys who work with computers all day, and even with their advice I haven't managed to even get the sound card working. So how do you expect to find something I haven't?"
"So you're not interested in me showing you them working?"
"What do you mean? You're not trying to tell me you've got a picture out of them?"
"Well I can get a picture, but I'm not sure about recording."
"You can get a picture? How?"
Now I said I had little skimpy red panties on, and he was now sitting at the PC. So, I was stood alongside daddy, legs spread wide either side of my bag, little camera not been disturbed, so still pointing directly upwards.
"Well I think if you click on that little icon that looks like an eye, it should open a camera." He moved the mouse and clicked, the picture appeared, sized at full screen. I knew what would appear, but it still took me a second or two for my brain to process the view from that angle. Daddy obviously didn't know where the camera was, and what he was looking at. Then the penny dropped, and he blurted out.
"Where the hell is the camera?"
"Oh. I bet its still in my bag," then looking all round the room, I looked down, and brought my leg back to the other side of the bag.
"Oops. Sorry about that. It was looking up my legs." Now although it had taken daddy a while to work out what the picture was, I'm sure he'd realized it was an up skirt. The detail was so clear it would have been impossible not to, I think he just couldn't imagine how his camera was getting it.
"What is the camera doing in your bag anyway?"
"Oh I forgot. Once I'd got the system working, I put it on record, and I put the camera in my bag to take it around to Julie's."
"What for?"
"To see if it would pick up from that distance."
"And did it?"
"Oops. When I got to Julie's house, I'd forgotten about having the camera, so I never even tried it. It's been stuck in my bag all the time."
"Typical woman. You get some guy to help you get the system working, then forget what you're doing and go off nattering."
"Sorry. But don't I get a kiss for getting it working?"
"Yes of course you do, come here."
Nice big stride placing my foot by his chair, knowing full well my bag was directly in-between my legs, facing him so I couldn't see the screen, arms around the back of his neck.
His eyes were glued to the monitor, as I turned his face to mine and kissed him. This was all too much for him, he hadn't had time to pucker up for the normal daddy daughter kiss, lips tight shut. As I kissed him I pushed hard with my tongue, and he didn't keep his teeth closed. Our tongues met, and my body quivered, I'm sure it did something for him as well, but he pushed me away.
"Linda what are you playing at?" Now he'd pushed us apart, he must be back to seeing the view up my legs.
"Oh come on daddy, I thought you'd be pleased I got your camera's working?"
I was still stood there legs wide open.
"I am darling. But you shouldn't kiss daddy like that."
"Why not? Do I taste bad?"
"No dear of course not."
"Well I was just showing you how much I love you. I'm not a little girl any more; I'm almost a working girl. Why can't I kiss like I'm grown up?"
"Well it's not that simple, you know I love you. But mom wouldn't like you kissing me that way."
"So just cos mom don't like it, you won't kiss me any more?" I stepped violently back across my bag, kicking it over as I did, and stormed to the door.
"And I thought you be pleased with me, seems there's no pleasing some people."
"Julie! Julie, come back here." I'd already left the room, but I walked back and stood in the door way, pretending to cry.
"No I've got to go and get changed; you've missed your chance. And if you're interested, then I named the file I recorded as 'try one'. Judging by the view you just got of my knickers, it might have recorded something, so at least you'll know if it works at that range. And your teas on the table, it's only salad, so it won't get cold."

I went upstairs to give him chance to find the file, hoping he'd get himself worked up. I slipped on a loose lightweight summer dress, short, and full fitting. I'd removed my bra, and knickers, and quietly sneaked down the stairs. I opened the back door and crept around the side of the house, to the outside of the window to daddy's study. I was stood up, not kneeling, as I was actually on the flower beds. So to keep low and not be seen my hands were on the window sill, and I was bent over forwards, looking through the window.

I was so intent on what I was peeping at, I never even thought about there being someone peeping at me. So daddy was playing the video I'd recorded, and using the occasional fast forward to go from one bit to another. From my vantage point I could see his monitor clearly, and his back was towards me. I'd been there about 10 minutes, before daddy had got to the end of the recording.

All this time I could see he had one hand down by his dick, but he didn't appear to be wanking. Now he got up and was furtively going out of the room. Shit I hope I haven't missed my chance. Was he going to sneak up to my room to fuck me? I turned quickly and jumped from the flower bed to the path, and caught a glimpse of Mr Brown, Julie's dad, as he ducked back behind a bush in his garden. The filthy bugger must have been ogling my pussy. No time to worry about that now, I didn't even acknowledge that I'd seen him.

I ran around to the kitchen, and could see daddy was at the end of the hall, looking up the stairs. Shit! He turned around and started back towards the kitchen, I hope he didn't see me. I took a quick peek; he was leaving the kitchen and going back towards his study. I run back to the study window, on the way I see Mr Brown in his garden, but don't acknowledge the fact. He immediately hides behind a bush, and I guess he's going to be looking up my skirt again, but who cares.

Daddy has pushed his chair back from his desk, and he's undoing his belt. Now he's sat back down and put the video on to play again. From where I am I can't see his prick, but the action of his right hand tells me he's in full jack-off. Now is my time to pounce. I sneak very quietly back into the house, reaching the edge of the door to his study. The door is closed, so I take a deep breath, here goes.
I give two loud raps on the door as I turn the handle and burst into the room. He's stunned for a second, then while pulling his trousers together he blurts out.
"Julie! Bloody hell can't a guy get any bloody privacy, even in his own study?"
As I backed out of the door closing it behind me I replied.
"Sorry daddy I was only coming to tell you I was sorry for upsetting you earlier."
He must have got himself all tucked back in, and straightened up, almost immediately he was calling.
"Julie! Come back Julie I didn't mean to shout. Please darling come back. Let me explain."
I went back and he was sitting at his desk, head in his hands, bowed down, looking so guilty.
Sorry I burst in like that, but I was just coming back to tell you I love you. Even if I'm not your favourite little girl any more."
"Julie. Don't be like that, you know I love you, you'll always be daddy's favourite little girl. Come on come and give me a hug."
"I don't want to be your little girl, that's what I'm saying. I wanted to show you I've grown up now."
"You have darling, that was very clever getting my cameras working."
"No. I wanted to kiss you like a woman; I wanted you to kiss me."
"But you're my daughter!"
"So now you've stopped loving me?"
"No course I haven't."
"Let me kiss you, and you kiss me properly, show me you love me. Mom never has time for me, and our Brian hates me, I've only got you daddy. Please I'll never do it if anyone else is around, it can be our secret."
"Come here, but no one else must know I've done this with you." I walked slowly towards him, stopping to put my bag back to its upright position.
"Leave that I'll pick the camera up later."
"No, I'm sorry I kicked it, I was angry. I'll put it back." I took my time placing the bag where I would need to step over it, and fussing around to make sure the camera was pointing upwards. Daddy didn't say anything, but it was obvious I was making sure he'd see up my dress. Then I took up the same position, one foot by his, the second some distance away the other side of the camera. I didn't rush to kiss him, but stooped slightly giving him an even better view.
"I'm still your girl daddy, but I've grown up now." With that, I cupped his face with my hands and put my mouth to his. Out tongues meet again, but this time he didn't push me away. As I rolled my tongue around his, his tongue came from his mouth, and entered mine. This was it, I'd got him, I sucked on his tongue, and we were locked in the slimy clinch for at least 5 minutes.
By which time I was standing astride his legs and his hand was on my pussy, fingers pushing in deep. Now I was reaching for his belt, and sliding down his zipper. Boy was he hard, but I must admit, I'd expected him to have been bigger, not that I'd ever tell him that. I eased myself towards him and lowered myself onto his shaft, if he'd been unwilling, he sure wasn't showing it. Our mouths connect again and as his prick rammed up inside me, his tongue pushed hard into my mouth. I'd wanted this to be something very special, my first fuck with daddy. But before I'd realized what was happening, he was jerking his hips, and I could feel his warm spunk in my eager pussy. I rode him for as long as I could, but not long after he'd shot his load, it all went limp, and my hope disappeared with his melting prick.
"God Linda! We shouldn't have done that."
"But daddy you were so good. And it's not your fault, if mommy wasn't such a bitch you wouldn't need to jack-off."
"LINDA! Don't talk like that about your mom!"
"But daddy, you know it's true. It's not fair you having to play with yourself after going out to work. Mommy should be waiting here to look after you."
"That's as maybe. But we must never do that again."
"But daddy! Wasn't I any good?"
"Look Linda, you know you were. But we can't, it's not right."
"But I was good?"
"Yes you were good. But please never put me in that position again, you're so sweet and I haven't got the willpower to resist."
"So why try? Come on take me up to your room, and show me I'm your favourite."
"We can't your brother could walk in any second."
With that I stood back and took hold of his hand, pulling him from his chair.
"No Linda, we can't."
I pulled all the harder, not that I was ever going to get him out of the chair if he didn't want to move.
"Yes we can, mom said Brian won't be home till after her, he's playing cricket, so we've got ages yet. So unless you're saying you don't love me?"
He rose from his chair, and followed me. We walked hand in hand in complete silence. When we reached mommy's room, I walked to the bed and pulled all the covers off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Asked daddy, as I left the room.
"To get some spare sheets from the airing cupboard. You don't wan' a leave any evidence when you make me cum."
"Linda! You sure this is the first time you've done this?"
As I walked back in the room, I spread the fresh sheets on the bed, while saying.
"Daddy! What do you mean! I swear before this week I've never even been fingered." WELL I WASN'T LYING.
"Sorry my little darling, I don't know why I said that. I know you would never do that kind of thing with anyone else."
Now I'd got sheets on the bed I walked across and started to strip him, he went to lift my dress off.
"No daddy. Not yet." He didn't argue, but meekly stood there while I stripped him naked.
Then I said, "Do you want me daddy?" His prick could have answered for him.
"Oh yes! You know I want you."
"Can I ask you to do it special for me?"
"Special! What do you mean?"
"Was I good for you in your study?"
"You know you were."
"Well this time, will you do it to me the way I want? Like I've dreamed about?"
"You've dreamed about?"
"Oh yes daddy I've dreamed about you doing this to me for months now."
"Of course I'll do anything you want."
"Ok let me lie down, and I'll pretend to be asleep. I want you to come in and get a hand full of your ties. Then gently take each one of my arms and tie me to the head board, but be careful you don't wake me. Then tie my legs, but make sure the knots are real good, when I wake, I want to be able to thrash about, and not escape."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Please daddy you did promise. Once I'm securely tied, I want you to rip my dress from hem to neck, so you can see me naked. Then I'll wake-up and start fighting you. But you have to force, even slap me if I make too much noise. Do it for real."
"No. Linda I think you're asking too much."
"But daddy you promised. Please."
"Why?"
"It's my dream; I want you to rape me. I want you to make me do as you say. Be really cruel."
"But I can't, I love you and you're my little girl."
"But you want to fuck me?"
"You know that."
"So rape me, if you've ever wanted to do something with mommy, and she was to frigid, then make me do it! Make me scared of you, make me your slave."
"This is not what I thought you wanted me to come up here for."
"But you'll do it?"
"Ok, but what about your skin getting marked if I slap you?"
"Then slap me somewhere it won't show."
"Ok but how will I know I'm not going too far?"
"Daddy you can do with me what ever you want, but please will you eat my pussy first, then once you've got me aroused, you can pretend I'm Fanny from next door."
"Fanny? You mean Francis, what's she got to do with it?"
"Don't get uptight daddy, I've seen you looking at her sunbathing, then going back to your greenhouse for a wank."
"I don't know..." but I cut him short.
"Don't worry daddy your secrets safe with me. If you want you can punish me for watching you. Or just close your eyes and pretend you're fucking Fanny. So long as you make me cum, I don't care who you're fucking in your mind."
I walked to the bed and lay down, saying.
"Go on get out. I want you to creep in when I'm asleep." Then I lay still and waited. He was so gentle, taking my hands one at a time, and tying the knots around my wrists. Daddy might not be good at many things, but he knew his knots, and these were not the pretend knots you see in most TV and films. Now he was pulling my left leg across, and though he was gentle, he was now pulling quite hard, and I slid down the bed until the tie on my right wrist pulled tight. Then as he took my right leg and tied my ankle he looped it through the bed post and pulled. God did he pull? It was like being stretched on the rack. I'd told him to do it for real, and for real is what I was getting. I had planned to pretend to be asleep until he was well into eating my pussy, but he was stretching that hard it hurt, and I winced as the knots on my ties all started cutting into my wrists. These weren't his neck ties he was using; this was some kind of thin nylon rope. This was not going to break, no matter how hard I struggled! As my pretence of sleep was now exposed, I thought I might as well start my performance.
I opened my eyes and shook violently against my bonds, but I was really tightly held and there was very little movement possible.
"Daddy! What are you doing?" He didn't answer, but stood on the bed above me, naked, his prick only semi-hard now. He knelt astride my bust, his prick dropping down to my lips. I lunged up as if trying to take a bite at it.
"Get off me you bastard." This shocked him, but then he realized I was getting into the act, and he responded accordingly, with a very hard slap across my belly. That was no pretend slap; it cracked as it came into contact with my soft tummy.
I let out a yell as I smarted with the pain; this was a real yell to match the real pain! He once again lowered his prick towards my mouth, this time more cautiously. But as I repeated my attempt to bite his dick, he was ready with his hand, and he grabbed my jaw from under my chin. His grip was tight, squeezing hard into my cheeks. While holding me, he lifted his leg back over my body, so he was now kneeling along side me. He now brought his free hand down slapping my pussy. I instinctively let out a yell, but this was muffled by his hand restraining my jaw.
"Listen my girl. If you try biting me again, I'll make that pussy of yours so sore you won't sit down for a week."
Now at this point his last slap had actually reduced me to tears, real ones! But I still thought I try pushing him more.
So when he asked, "Are you going to be a good girl and suck daddy's dick?"
I answered, "No you bastard. Leave me alone."
At this a torrent of slaps rained down on my pussy, one after another, and I fought with all my might, sobbing loudly. How many slaps I took I don't know, but the pain was so acute I think I peed myself.
This time when he asked me, I meekly nodded my head and through my sobs said ok daddy. His dick was hard as hell by now, and he plunged it into my mouth. In no time at all he was in a 69 position, fucking deep into my throat, while lapping around my stinging pussy with his tongue. The pain had somehow intensified the sensitivity of my clit, and I lifted for him willingly. His prick was well into my windpipe, thrusting deep and hard. I had no way of pushing him up to get his to let me take air, and I did actually black-out!
It was only later seeing the recording that I know what happened next! He was so intent on shooting his seed, that he'd forgotten I needed air. It was a good job my mom hadn't been letting him have a regular fuck, other wise I could have been suffocated. As it was, he took no time at all to cum, and pulled out almost immediately, turning to she how I was reacting to his efforts. The look of horror and panic on his face was not an act!
He suddenly realised what he'd done, and started by slapping my face side to side, and shouting, "Wake up! Linda! Wake up!" But I was genuinely out cold! Now he pulled my head back. And opened my mouth. He then proceeded to give me the 'kiss of life'. He was taking very deep breaths, then putting his lips to mine, and blowing his air into my mouth. This went on for quite some minutes, and as I say I only know this by watching the recording some time later. But even watching it, and knowing I'd survived, I was sitting on the edge of my seat like it was a movie.
It is obvious as I'm telling you this that I did eventually come to life. But as I did so, it was with a lot of coughing, and pulling against my bonds. Daddy immediately pulled at his knots, and released both my wrists. I instinctively rolled face down and coughed up loads of white milky cum onto the bed. He was now rubbing and patting my back, saying.
"Come on cough it all out. That's it. Are you ok?" I lay on my side for a while, face down breathing very erratically. As I started to gain my senses, I went back to my acting. I sat up and flung my arms around him.
"Sorry daddy. Please don't hurt me any more. I'll do what ever you tell me, only please don't kill me!"
This spooked daddy big style, and he pushed me away from him.
"Look Linda this has gone far enough." Then as he started untying my ankles, "Are you feeling ok?"
Still sobbing, "Yes daddy, please don't hurt me any more; I'll be a good girl and let you put your thing in me."
"Look Linda. This has gone far enough; I'm not playing your games any more. If you're ok, I'll leave you to clean up and I'm going down the pub (Bar)." Before I'd had chance to say if I was ok or not, he was gone, carrying his clothes with him. Well if my plan had worked, this would look like a genuine rape of a daughter buy a brutal daddy, I'd have him under my thumb for life!
I now had to get myself and mom's room cleaned up as quickly as possible. I rushed around doing the room first, and then dashed to the shower. When I got out, I had some very red cheeks, and a very sore pussy. But the biggest problem was my wrists and ankles. I put cream on them, but there was little else I could do. Now back downstairs to stop it recording, and copy that file onto a CD, I wanted a copy of that where daddy couldn't get at it. At this time, I hadn't got time to look at this file; I had more things to do. Now I opened the recording from earlier, and searched it rapidly to find the part where I'd come home, and mom had been dashing around the kitchen in her bath robe. This was perfect, as I'd thought; she just slipped the robe on after her shower, like I'd just done. And like me now, she hadn't got any knickers on either! So this part I cut from the rest and made into a separate file.
I'd only just saved it when I heard mom coming in, instead of getting up from dads desk, I sat there, and pulled up an old homework project on the screen.
"Hi Mom."
"Linda! What are you doing, I told you earlier, your dad doesn't like you using the computer."
"It's ok mom. Dad says I can use it when ever I want now, in-fact he was the one who told me to do this project on here."
"Well ok if you're sure, but I'll be asking him when he comes down from his greenhouse."
"He's not up the greenhouse. He said he was going down the pub."
"The PUB! That's not like your dad. Did one of his friends call for him?"
"No he was on his own."
"Ok. I'll talk to him when he gets in. I'm going upstairs to lie down, and then I'll be having a shower."
"Ok."
Now for some inside information about my mom. Every Tuesday she goes to keep fit, and as soon as she comes in she goes to her room to lie down. Well her description of a lie down, and yours might not be the same. I recon she's got the hots for the guy who runs the keep fit class. One evening, quite by accident, I walked into her room while she was having one of these lie downs. I only wanted to ask her something, and as I opened her door, I saw her. Yes she was lying down on her bed, but she had no panties on, legs up and spread wide. And her fingers were working her pussy like crazy. She didn't notice me, not because she was too engrossed, but she had on a black-out mask, the type used for migraines, and her personal stereo with earplugs. I watched her for some moments, amazed that she still had sexual desires. Since then I've listened at her bedroom door several times, and I know this is a regular routine.
So now I start the camera in her room recording again, but I also watch for a while. Well as I'd expected mom was soon laid down, mask on and earplugs in. She raised her legs spreading them wide, to reveal her naked pussy. Her fingers started playing around the clit, and she was almost immediately lifting her hips. Then the fingers of one hand found the entrance to her hole, and in they went, manipulating vigorously. Suddenly my trance was broken, by the noise of Brian and three of his buddies coming in the back door. I hadn't realised, but I had been playing with my pussy while I'd been watching mom. The noise at the door, brought me to my senses, and I quickly straightened up my bathrobe.
They all came through to the lounge, and on went the TV, and then they fired up the play station. As they all sat around in the lounge Brian looked in to where I was sitting at dad's desk, and said.
"Hey, what are you doing on there? Dad'll blow his top when I tell him."
"Don't be such a creep. Why don't you just get on with playing your silly games and leave me alone." Then one of his buddies (Garry) leaned his head around the door, and said.
"I'd rather come and play with you! I've got a stonking hard you could look after for me."
"Hey that's my kid sister you're talking to."
"So! She can still give head can't she?"
Before Brian had chance to reply, I spoke up.
"Don't get so worked up Brian, he's only pulling your leg. Any way I bet you guys prefer a real woman like this one dads got on here."
All the guys got to their feet, and as they came into the room Brian said.
"What are you going on about?"
I clicked on the file I'd just cut, the one showing up mom's bathrobe.
"Bloody hell! Look at the pussy on that! God I'd give her one," came Brian's remark.
"Fucking hell what's your dad doing with porn like that?"
"Don't know. How did you find that Linda?"
"I was doing my homework, and I lost my file. Then I found this one."
The clip ended, and Brian said.
"Go on run that again sis. I don't know how dad got it, but she's fucking hot."
I clicked, and it started running again.
"Don't you know who it is?"
"No. Should I?"
"I would have thought so; can't you recognise the kitchen cupboards? I know you don't go in the kitchen that much."
"Shit Brian! It's your mom!"
"I was wondering how long it was going to take you guys to work it out."
"Linda you're fucking sick!"
"Me sick! You lot were the ones getting all hottttttttt, looking at mom's pussy."
"Well turn it off. It ain't right."
I stopped the file, and clicked the camera in mom's bedroom onto real time display, and sound.
"Uhh uhh oh ohh uhh," the unmistakable sounds of pleasure as moms hips heaved up and down, her fingers clear to see really ramming into her pussy.
"What the fucking hell! That's your mom again! How many clips of her have you got?"
"This isn't a clip, not yet anyway. This is live. She's up there now beating her pussy. Dying for someone to give her a fucking."
"Hey Linda! Don't talk like that about mom!"
"Don't be so fucking touchy. You can see I'm right. She wouldn't be able to let you lot fuck her, but if you held her down and give her one, I bet she'd secretly be pleased."
"I said don't talk about mom like that!"
"But she's right. Look at her go. If ever there was a woman who wanted to be fucked, your mom does."
"Look guys, this ain't right. That's my mom."
"Yes Brian, the same mom that you were just saying 'was fucking hottttttt', and that 'you'd like to give her one'. It's still a pussy! And you can see she needs a fuck as much as you guys do."
"But she wouldn't let us lot fuck her!" Said Garry.
"She's got a mask on and ear plugs in, you could all get hold of her at once, and hold her while you take turns to fuck her."
"What rape her?"
"It isn't really rape. You know she wants it, its just she couldn't really say come on up and fuck me. But you can see she would if she could."
"Naa, she'll call the cops and we'll all be in trouble."
"Do you really think she'd call the cops, if you show her this video of her frigging herself? You've only got to threaten to send a copy to all the other parents in the parent teacher club she goes to. She won't dare breathe a word. Go on quick before she cums, or you'll miss your chance."
"What do you recon?"
"I'm up for it."
"And me."
"Look guys, that's my mom!"
"So like your sis says, she's got a pussy that's begging for it."
"But you can't."
"We not only can. But we're gonna. So are you with us, or are you going to stop and watch on the PC?"
"Oh fuck! Come on then let's get her."
That was it, the fire was lit, and now it would turn into an inferno, impossible to extinguish. I just sat and watched on the PC. The door opened, and I saw all four of them sneaking into mom's room. She was oblivious to their presence, laid on the bed, eyes covered, walkman flooding her head with music, legs wide open frigging herself. Jim went to one side of the bed and Alan went to the other, whilst my brother stood behind Garry who was busily getting stripped off at the foot of the bed ready for action. Brian stood there as though he couldn't decide whether to join in or help mom. The guys either side were now in position, and they were both stripped.
You could see by the hand gestures and head nodding they were all ready, and as soon as Garry gave the sign the two guys leapt into action. They dived onto mom from both side, taking an arm apiece, and Jim gripping mom across her mouth, stopping her from making a sound. Alan had got one of mom's legs, so as Garry jumped onto the bed to mount mom, he only had one flailing leg to contend with. Mom was bucking and struggling violently, but Garry was into her and fucking like crazy without any real difficulty.

Gradually as her resistance subsided, they pulled her mask off, and removed her earplugs. As mom realized who her attackers were, first she renewed her struggle, and then Alan started trying to calm her down.
"Hey Mrs. Thomas, stop struggling, we’re not going to hurt you."

Then Jim chipped in, "Yes just calm down, you know you want a good fucking, and if you promise not to scream I can let go of your mouth. Are you going to be sensible? You know you can't stop us, so there's no point in struggling like this and getting hurt. Come on just enjoy it. That's better. I'm going to take my hand away, and if you scream I'll hit you. OK?"

I could see mom attempting to nod her head, while all the time Garry had been bashing away at her, and now looked like he was about to reach his climax. His bum was pounding into mom shooting his spunk deep inside her. Jim lifted his hand slowly away from her mouth, but left it hovering in readiness to either slap her or re-apply his grip. Mom didn't appear to make a sound, and as Garry lifted himself off her, I got a full view of her pussy which was seeping out milky spunk. Brian was still stood back by mom’s dressing table, so I don't think she realized he was there.

Alan passed mom’s wrist over to Garry as he came around to the side of the bed. Now it was Alan's turn, mom never attempted to struggle, and as Alan eased himself up inside her, you could tell she was letting her body’s desires take over. It started gradually with her lifting her legs wider and then wrapping them around Alan's back. Then she was using her legs to lift herself up to meet his thrusting. Now both Jim and Garry had released her wrists, and once she'd got her arms wrapped around Alan, that was it. It was as though she hadn't been fucked for weeks.

Not only was she thrashing herself up to meet his thrusting, but she was now shouting deep sexy instructions to her lover.

"Fuck me you raping bastard! Come on then, if you think you're man enough! Oooooh yes! Go on fuck me hard!" This shouting was really making Alan work at it; he pounded her for all he was worth. Then as with Garry you could see the change in movement as he started violently jerking his cum into mom's pussy. At this mom's legs dropped to the bed, and her arms flailed about. As Alan lifted himself free, she was writhing about jerking in all directions. Jim was at the foot of the bed ready to take his turn, but there was no way he could attempt to get mounted.

It took the best part of three minutes before she'd settled down, and Jim climbed onto the bed. As he was pushing himself into mom's pussy, she was lifting herself up onto her elbows and saying.

"Come on then how many more is there after you?"

When suddenly she caught sight of Brian standing back by the dressing table.

"BRIAN! What the hell are you doing there! Oh god, get off me." And with that she started to struggle and try to get free. They all pounced back onto her, restraining her while Jim started his fuck. It took quite a few minutes before she settled down enough for them to release her, but she eventually did. Jim completed his fuck, and was able to deliver his spunk deep inside mom's pussy without any protest.
This fuck had not however got mom to the point of orgasm, and as he climbed off the bed she just sat up.
"Well is that it? Have you all done with me now?"
The three guys looked across to Brian, but did not speak. She looked at Brian, and then asked in a sarcastic voice.
"Don't tell me you're gonna' fuck me as well?"
Garry then joined in, "Well? Look if you don't want a go, I'm gonna have another go at her."
Then Jim piped up, "Come on Bri, she's as hot as hell. Just forget she's your mom. You saw how fucking wild she is."
Brian started to walk towards the bed, then mom spoke up, you could detect the edge of panic in her voice.
"Brian. You stop there. Brian! Don't you dare take another step," and with that she went to jump off the bed. Once again she was pounced on from all sides, this time three guys holding her tightly. They restrained her with legs spread wide, but kept propped up to make sure she got a good view of her son stripping off in preparation to fuck her. Garry had his hand clamped firmly around her mouth, to prevent any screaming. Brian was not rushing, and before he'd dropped his pants, Garry was asking mom.
"If you promise to be sensible and not to scream, I'll take my hand off your mouth."
Mom nodded, and Garry removed his hand. Mom immediately started pleading with Brian.
"Brian please! I'm begging you. I'll do anything else you want, but don't rape me."
Brian didn't speak, but Garry soon answered.
"Ok Mrs. Thomas if we let you go, you'll give Bri a blow job?"
"I wasn't talking to you. Brian please listen to me. You can't do this to me, I'm your mother."
By now Brian was stood at the bottom of the bed naked, I'd caught a glimpse of his hard dick while he was stripping, but now with his back to me, I only had his bum in view. He answered mom.
"Ok mom. So if I get the guys to let you go, you'll get on your hands and knees and blow me?"
"Oh Brian. Please. You wouldn't make me do that?"
"I wasn't going to make you. You said you'd do anything I wanted. Well, I want you to blow me."
"But Brian, I'm your mother."
"So? You fucked my buddies. And don't tell me you weren't enjoying it, cos you were fucking like a bitch on heat."
"That's not fair; you saw what they did to me."
"That's enough talking. Either you agree to blow me or I'm gonna fuck you. What's it gonna be. Be quick!"
"Ok I'll do it. But I'll never forgive you."
"Who the fuck cares about being forgiven, you ain't no priest. Just make sure if we let you loose, that you do as you're told."
"Ok."
"Let her loose guys. And you bitch. Get on your hands and knees and get sucking this." As soon as she was let go she climbed onto her hands and knees, and crawled down the bed. This bit I couldn't see, but it was obvious she was on his dick. It took no time at all before my brother's arse cheeks were clenching in spasms as his spunk rose up his shaft and into mom’s throat. When she sat up on the bed, the spunk was evident around her lips, and she put her hand to her mouth and proceeded to cough up the spunk into it.
"Hey don't waste it. You're supposed to swallow it," said Garry.
"Cough! Cough! Look I've had as much as I can take of you little bastards ordering about. The lot of you had better fuck off now or I'm calling the police!" Brian came back with a sudden remark that stunned mom rigid.
"SHUT-UP YOU FUCKING BITCH," and then as he lifted her hand back up to her mouth and tipped her head back. "GET THAT FUCKING SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT BEFORE I FUCKING RAM IT DOWN FOR YOU!"
Mom's attitude changed, and she obeyed instantly, licking her hand clean. She hardly finished before Brian issued another order, not shouting this time but still in a forceful tone.
"Now bitch, get back on the bed and spread your legs. And I'm not asking, I'm telling you." As I said he wasn't shouting, but even sitting hear watching, a shiver went down my back. Mom did exactly as she'd been told, not a word spoken.
The guys around the bed stood looking in amazement as Brian mounted mom. She was broken, her spirit crushed. Almost as soon as he started pushing his dick into her, she lifted like a willing slut.
Her blow job had relieved his pent-up libido, so now he was able to take his time. Every thrust Brian gave was greeted with and equal and opposite thrust from mom's hips giving her maximum penetration. This was now developing from what had begun as a frenzied rape, into a passionate love embrace. It almost felt wrong to intrude on the magic of the moment by watching them. Neither of them could have realized, they were both oblivious to anyone else's presence. Their mouths were locked together, and this was no act. Some how it was like a long lost lover having a re-united embrace.
Oh god! This was so good to watch that without knowing I was stretched out on dad's chair finger deep up my pussy going at it for all I was worth. But what turns me on obviously wasn't doing anything for the guys upstairs.
"That's gross, he's got his tongue down his mom's throat," said Alan.
"Yeah, and she's just as bad," chipped in Garry.
"Come-on lets get him off there I want another fuck," was Jim's contribution.
"Are we gonna let him finish first?" Asked Garry.
"No I want a fuck now," replied Jim.
"Now come-on guys! It is his mom! Its only fair we let him shoot his load," reasoned Alan.
"Well ok. But he hadn't better take too long about it," said Jim.
Their bickering destroyed my potential orgasm, and I was getting hot under the collar, not now in a sexual way, but in a kind of rage. If I'd have been a boy, I bet I'd have gone up there to make sure my brother was left alone to finish his love making. But I suppose if I had have been male, my reaction might have been the same as those other guys. Anyway I sat there watching and hoping they'd leave him alone until they both reached their climax. I didn't need to wait long, soon Brian's erratic jerking signaled his success, and mom went into her uncontrolled convulsion. Brian had completely emptied his balls, and he lifted himself off mom. But she carried on oblivious to her audience.
Now Jim might have been desperate, and thought he was next, but Garry was the leader of this pack, and it only took him to lift his arm up blocking Jim's path, to make him back down. So while Garry climbed back on the bed to have another go at mom, Jim had to stand back once again watching. Brian was once again stood back to one side, looking very confused. His passion had overcome his conscience, and now I think he was wondering what had come over him. As Garry bashed away and mom responded with equal eagerness, Brian's face showed his distaste for what was going on. Then as Garry delivered his love seed, pumping it deep into mom's pussy, Jim was once again standing there ready to pounce.
But as Garry got to his feet, Jim was once again stopped, this time by Alan.
"Hang on a minute! Who said you were having the next turn?"
"Look Alan, you'd better back off, or I'll fucking flatten you."
"Hey guys! Wow up there. There's no need to come to blows," said Garry pushing his arm in-between them. Then looking across at mom who was laid on the bed propped up resting on her elbows, legs still spread wide open, "She's fucking gagging for it, why don't you both take her at once." At this mom closed her legs, and blurted out.
"Don't you dare! I'm not letting anyone take my bottom."
"Don't worry I ain't no queer, there's no way I'm fucking your arse," said Jim.
"Me neither," said Alan.
"Who mentioned her arse? You can double fuck her cunt. She's as sloppy as fuck. One of you get on top and roll her over, the other get stuck up from behind her."
"Fucking hell yes!" Said Jim, lunging forward.
"No you don't. You're not double fucking me which ever way you try."
Garry went round to one side of the bed, and grabbed an arm and one leg, saying, "Come-on Brian, grab the other side."
"No you heard my mom, pack this up right now." And he started towards Garry.
Garry gave him a glaring look and said, "Ok Brian, I know it's your mom, so if you don't want to help, that's one thing. But if you're not going to help, you'd better fuck-off or you'll wish you had." With that Brian slinked his way to the door.
"Come-on Alan, you grab her other side, while Jim gets stuck up her." Alan did as instructed, and mom was soon spread wide ready for Jim to mount. Jim was soon in place, and he rolled over putting mom on top. Garry held both her ankles, and Alan kneeled on the bed. After a few false attempts, he got his dick in mom's pussy alongside Jim's, and they both started pumping hard. This had just got into a rhythm, when I saw Brian coming into the living room looking very dejected.
"Hey Brian don't look so upset, there was nothing you could do, and anyway come and see, mom's enjoying it now." He walked slowly into dad's study, and came across to stand alongside me.
"See, you can't tell me she isn't enjoying that. So don't feel bad about not being able to stop them." He didn't speak, but as he stood there alongside me watching the fucking on screen, I detected a hardening bulge in his pants. I reached across and gently placed my hand onto the bulge.
"Fuck-off. What are you doing you filthy bitch?"
"Don't be so touchy. Don't you want me to jack you?"
"You filthy slut, is that all you can think of. Mom’s up there getting raped, and you want to jack me off."
"Yes. What's wrong with that?"
"Haven't you got any shame?"
"No. Haven't you got any balls?"

"You little tart. I've a good mind to fuck you for that."

I stood up, loosened the tie on my robe, and slipped it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. Then as I lowered myself to the floor, I said, "Come-on then big bro, lets see what you can do."

He stood there mesmerized for about ten seconds, while I got onto the floor, laid back and opened my legs wide. He now dropped his trousers, and as he was getting down onto me said, "You're a fucking slut." But before he had time to carry on I interrupted, "Yes but you still want to fuck me."
This was a magic fuck, as soon as he was inside me, we started embracing, kissing passionately. I can't remember the actual fucking, but this was love making, something I'd never experienced up till now. I guess this is what mom experienced, it was pure passion, and to me this is proof incest can't be wrong. Nothing this good could ever be wrong. We did both cum, but it wasn't the cuming that is memorable, it was the glow inside me, and I'm sure that is what mom had experienced.

As with mom, once he'd cum, he looked all guilty, scurrying up to his room like a naughty child. I on the other hand felt great, and got back to the PC in time to see the guys upstairs cuming inside mom, and her having yet another orgasm. The three guys then got dressed, and left her room. I heard them shout something to Brian as they all piled out of our front door. Wow what an evening, it was dark outside, and the time was now 10:30. I sorted out the files that I'd recorded, and put them into folders where dad wouldn't be able to find them. Then I made my way to bed. I could hear mom was in the shower, and then I heard her go to her room. I lay back thinking about what an eventful day this had been, and I drifted into the land of nod… this should be the end to this story.

But have you ever had one of those dreams, which gets so real, it comes to life? Well this was a very funny dream, and as with most dreams details are difficult to remember. But I was floating, on some kind of air bed, along the garden fence. Then out of the shrubs came a hand, and it plunged down into my bikini pants, and the fingers probed my hole. The leering face of Mr. Brown from next door was peering at me through the bush, and I seemed unable to do anything to stop him. He was plunging deeper, and I lifted, opening my legs to give him unrestricted access. Now my air bed was on the floor, and a naked Mr. Brown was lowering himself into position.

I felt his dick, but thought how disappointing this was, it had no size to it, like dad’s dick earlier today. Then as our bodies met, and he was inside me to his full depth, I suddenly awoke. But I wasn't next door. I wasn't on an air bed. And it wasn't Mr. Brown. It was daddy, and I was in my own bed. Now the magic started again, like with Brian. Daddy and I locked in a lover's embrace, mouth to mouth, tongues searching deep into each others throat. We were fucking, but this was much more than any fuck, this was love. Daddy and I were as one. I don't remember it ending, but I woke up next morning in a gooey pool in my bed clothes, and daddy was nowhere to be seen. I'm sure it happened, it wasn't a dream.

Well tomorrow is another day, and another story. Even though tomorrow has already arrived, you will have to wait for the next story to see what adventures it brings.

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