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"All right class," Miss Eddy admonished her all girl's senior high home economics class, "the bell rang over a minute ago, please take your seats so we can get started!!!" After everyone was in her seat and quiet, Miss Eddy began, "Now this is an important chapter we're beginning today, so I want to make sure that you all pay very close attention to what we discuss and do, because this is information you'll be using for the rest of your adult lives, is that clear!?!" With twenty heads nodding in agreement, Miss Eddy opened her text and began the class!!!

"Please open your books to chapter eleven, it's the one titled "Personal Feminine Hygiene", does everyone have it!?!" "Now, why is this so important," Miss Eddy ask, "can anyone tell me!?!" When no one raised their hand, Miss Eddy pointed to a dark haired girl in the front row and asked, "Donna, do you have any idea!?!" "Uh, because it would be unhealthy not to keep your self clean down there!!!" "Of course that's true," Miss Eddy replied, "but that's not the answer I'm looking for, and by the way, I don't have a "down there", I have a vagina just like all of you have, so let's please use proper the terminology!!!" "Anyone else have an idea," she opined!?! Just when she was about to give up on anyone coming up with the correct answer, Becky raised her hand and offered, "Is it to keep a man happy, Miss Eddy!?!" With a wide smile covering her face Miss Eddy replied, "Very good, Becky, and how did you arrive at that conclusion!?!" "From my mom, ma'am," the girl replied quickly, "she always says to make sure that my vagina is always ready in case a man would happen to see or touch it!!!" Nodding her head in agreement, Miss Eddy went on, "Of course your mother is correct, I'm pleased that she is taking an interest in your vaginal development, is anyone else's mother doing the same thing!?!" Over half of the girls raised their hands prompting Miss Eddy to comment, "I'm really not surprised that so many of your mother's are tending to your personal needs, as I've had most of them in my home ec class over the years, so tell me, what exactly are they telling you!?!"

Vicki raised her hand and replied, "Well my mom makes sure that I douche at least twice a day and keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed!!!" "Anyone else," Miss Eddy asked, "that was very good, Vicki!?!" Becky again raised her hand and added, "Well this isn't exactly about hygiene, but mom makes sure that I masturbate once a day and have at least one hard orgasm because she says that when the time comes to be with a man my vagina will already be attuned to what it needs!!!" "Now that is one of the best things that a mother could do for her daughter," Miss Eddy said while nodding her head, "keeping your pussy in tune is like keeping a car's engine tuned, if you don't maintain it, it won't operate correctly!!!" "Can someone think of something else," she asked, "I'm sure that some of you have more ideas to share with the class!?!" From the back row, a hand slowly went up and Miss Eddy asked, "Yes, Darla, what do you have for us!?!" "Well, uh," Darla stammered, "my mom shaves my vaginal lips twice a week to keep my labia smooth and ready for oral stimulation!!!" "Very good, Darla," Miss Eddy beamed, "next to daily masturbation I feel that keeping your lips smooth is the next most important thing a girl can do!!!" Darla raised he hand one more time and added, "I think I should also add that my mom orally brings me to orgasm after each shaving session, she says that it will keep my clitoris primed and ready to go!!!" "That's another good point, class," Miss Eddy opined, "having your mother or father bring to orgasm orally is even better that masturbation, as it definitely heightens your sexual awareness, and if I may Darla, would you be so kind as to come to the front of the class and hop up on the edge of my desk, I think a demonstration is much in order!!!"

Darla shyly slid down her white cotton panties before hopping up on the edge of the desk with her skirt hiked up above her waist and her legs spread wide apart!!! "Now, class, this is a perfect example of what a young girl's vagina should look like," Miss Eddy said while gently caressing Darla's labia, "just look at the smoothness of her lips and of course the plumpness of her labia, it's just beautiful!!!" Everyone craned their necks to get a better look until Miss Eddy ordered, "Okay now, girls, everyone move to the front of the room to get a better look, but don't crowd in to closely, leave the poor girl some room to breathe!!!" When everyone was finally in place Miss Eddy asked softly, "Now, who would like to be the one to orally satisfy Darla's clitoris, as you can plainly see its little head is protruding past her lips, obviously in a state of extreme sexual arousal!?!"

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The sounds of shallow breathing began to permeate the air as the vaginas of all twenty girls began to drench with Bartholin's fluid, a definite precursor to orgasm!!! When no one spoke up, Miss Eddy said softly, "Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of her myself," as she dropped to her knees while taking her place between the trembling girl's thighs, "if we don't do her quickly the poor thing will go out of her mind!!!"

While moving her face just inches from Darla's steaming pussy, Miss Eddy said softly, "Now pay attention class, "this is important!!!" As twenty pairs of eyes looked on in rapt attention, Miss Eddy's tongue slithered out and caressed the puffy labia as if it were fine china, while a gasp erupted from Darla's throat when the hot tongue finally rested upon her distended clitoris!!! "M-my god," one of the girls stammered, "just look at how puffed up her lips are, I-I can't help myself, I've just gotta do my clit!!!" Upon hearing that, Miss Eddy whispered hoarsely, "That's a good idea class, everyone should do her own clit and have her own orgasm!!!" The aura of hot sexuality was so thick in the air that you could have cut it with a knife, and the sight and sound of twenty cute eighteen year olds with their panties down around their knees furiously masturbating while watching their home ec teacher eating the pussy of a class mate was more than most of them could take, while Darla, of course was on a one way trip to suck off city as Miss Eddy slurped and licked her pussy like there was no tomorrow!!!

Darla began moaning loudly as the tension in her clit mounted with each lick of Miss Eddy's very practiced tongue, while several of the girls were now openly displaying their pussies for everyone to see!!! One of the girls wantonly stood next to Miss Eddy and gasped, "M-Miss Eddy, w-would it be all right if I sucked your pussy, please let me do it, you've gotta be on fire!?!" "Miss Eddy was now so turned on she merely nodded her head while continuing to suck the fresh young vagina buried in her hot mouth!!! She could feel several pairs of hands lifting her dress and tugging down her panties, but it was when one of the girls ran her tongue up and down the length of her crack that she nearly came right then and there!!! In the back ground she heard Becky urge, "Eat her cunt, Jenny, suck her off, make her cum like the slut she is!!!" Her head was now reeling with desire as the cute little Jenny took her with her mouth while she herself continued nursing on Darla's huge lipped cunt!!! Several of the girls were alread in the midst of extremely hard orgasms, but it was when Becky moaned, "L-look at them, they're all just a bunch of cunt lapping bitches, just l-look at them, ooooooooooooooooh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I'm fucking cumming!!!" It was at that point that both Darla and Miss Eddy's pussies convulsed hard as mind numbing orgasms shredded their crotches into so much confetti while the rest of the girls frigged themselves to cums that found many of them slipping to the floor out of pure exhaustion!!!

From the middle of the collection of strewn bodies someone whispered, "All I can say is wow!!!" Everyone chuckled, but Miss Eddy, while struggling to her feet and pulling up her panties offered, "Yes, class, wow, that is exactly how it is supposed to be, so let's all try to practice what we preach and take extra special care of our vaginas, all right!?!" And as satisfied sighs wafted through the class room twenty very satisfied home ec students replied in unison, "Yes we will, Miss Eddy!!!"

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As you open the door for me, I enter inside. Then you meet me with one of the
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your buttock, while you slowly release the clasp on my bra. Our lips part for
a moment as I slide my blouse off, revealing my black silk bra to barely holding
my breasts in. Then you slip off my bra, revealing my hard nipples to you. A
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You slowly kiss down my neck, until your finally reach the my hard nipple.
You flick your tongue on my nipple making my body squirm. You lick slow circles
around my hard nipple. Then you move to my other breast, your hands moving to
undo my jeans. You notice that I am not wearing any panties tonight.

Your mouth pleasures my breasts, you hand finding my wet pussy. You gently
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You withdraw your hand from my wetness and move your mouth back to my breast,
and then you move up to kiss me so deeply. As I lie back down on the bed you
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Your hands moving back up to my nipples, my moans turning into screams. I grab
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scream of pleasure as I thrust my hips up at your face one more time. But you
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TJ adjusted the video camera so as it would not be seen by anyone using the storage room. By placing the camera inside of an old envelope carton and piling several other boxes on
top of it, it would be unlikely that it would be discovered. A small hole in the end of the box was all that was needed to have the hidden lens to cover about 80% of the area in the whole room.
Why all this deception? Last Thursday evening TJ had been working late trying to get some
quarterly reports done for Friday’s sales meeting. At seven o’clock he had slipped out to get
a burger and fries, but returned to the office by eight. As he was coming down the hall he heard noises coming from the store room next to his office. He put his ear to the door and was
stunned to hear the unmistakable sound of love making!!! After a few minutes he realized that
the two people behind the door were his boss, Ed Jenkins, and Ed’s secretary Jan Hart! TJ
never even had guessed that those two had been getting it on! Jan was a looker all right, but as
far as TJ knew Ed was a happily married man.

On a hunch, TJ decided to try and video tape the two of them in action! He figured that Thursday
night might be a regular time for their liaisons, so he spent the next week planning his strategy for
recording the action. After surveying the store room TJ figured that by hiding the camera on a shelf at the far end of the aisle, he could just about be assured of recording anything that happened inside that room. One Thursday just before quitting time TJ set up his machine with a full tape and pressed the record button and left for home. If Ed and Jan did use the store room as they had the previous week, he was sure to get it down on tape.

TJ got to work about an hour earlier that usual on Friday so he could retrieve his camera without
anyone seeing him. He closed and locked his office door and stuck the tape in the VCR he had
in his office he used for reviewing sales presentations. After he rewound the tape he hit the play
button, sat back and waited. Within several minutes the door to the store room opened and in
came Ed and Jan!! Right before his very eyes was a tape showing the pair going at it like a couple of teenagers. Jan had a very large chest and Ed quickly had off her bra and was sucking
and kneading her hard nipples! As he sucked on her tits she opened up his fly and pulled out Ed’s cock! Eight inches at least TJ thought! Just then Jan dropped to her knees and hungrily devoured Ed’ meat. For the next five minutes she gave Ed one of the best blowjobs he had ever
seen!! Almost without warning he shot his load in Jan’s eager mouth and he could hear Ed groan
as his cum spewed out of his raging hardon! Jan struggled to swallow it all, but some of it ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest, so she stood up and Ed cleaned his own cum off of
her tits with his tongue! By now TJ had his pecker out of his own pants and was slowly jerking
off as he watched the action unfold on the screen. Jan slipped of her skirt and then dropped her panties to the floor. She turned away from Ed, leaned forward against a file cabinet, and then
spread her legs wide apart. He could distinctly hear her tell Ed to fuck her hard from the back!
Ed needed no more encouragement as he buried his bone deep into her hot pussy! He pounded
away at her for a good ten minutes when both of their bodies stiffened in a “crashing on the
rocks” orgasm!!! Both now totally spent, they slipped to the floor and tried to regain their lost
strength. Finally they both got dressed, kissed and then quietly left the store room together.
As TJ shot his own load, he wondered how he could use this tape to his own advantage. While
cleaning up his own cum he had an idea! Not a very nice one, but a profitable one!

Five minutes before quitting time TJ called both Ed and jan into his office on the precept of
company business. As they both settled into the two chairs in front of his desk, TJ hit the on button of his VCR and turned to look at he now lit screen. As both Ed and Jan turned to look
at the now clear picture a look of absolute horror spread across their faces, it was if they had been slugged in the gut! There on the TV was the image of Jan sucking on Ed’s hard cock and
obviously loving every second of it! All either of them could say was “How?” and “Why?”.
As their heads began to clear it became evident that TJ had surreptitiously video taped them during their tryst. The “how” was now evident, the “why” they were about to find out. TJ
smirked and commented on Jan’s expert technique at giving head and asked Ed if the little bitch
was as good as she looked?!? With the tone of voice TJ had just used both Ed and Jan came to
the sudden realization that they were now under the thumb of their office mate! All TJ had to
do was ask them both if either of them wanted their spouses to get a copy or how about their
church pastors? TJ laughed and said, “Now that would give the good Padre something to
preach about in next Sunday’s sermon!” Jan cheeks turned a bright red as the screen flickered
with the image of her taking Ed from the back and screaming in orgasmic ecstasy!

At this point TJ looked at Jan and told her to take off all her clothes–right now!! “You too
boss,” he told Ed. They started to protest but TJ cut them off with a threat to send the tape
to everyone they knew. With that, they were soon standing naked in front of a grinning TJ!
“Suck him bitch,” he told Jan, and within a matter of seconds Ed’s dick was hardening in Jan’s
hot mouth. As she sucked on Ed’s cock TJ began to take off his own clothing. When he was finally naked his own dick was standing at full attention. By now everyone had left the office except for the tree of them, and TJ picked up the phone and made a quick call. Within fifteen
minutes there was a knock on the door and TJ opened it up to let in a very young blond man of
nor more than eighteen years old. Jan was still sucking on Ed’s prick, but stopped when the
newcomer entered the room. At this point the whole horror of the situation became manifest
when TJ asked Ed if he had ever sucked a cock. Ed, obviously repulsed said, “No!!” “Well,”
TJ said, “You’re going to get your chance!” The young blond began to strip eyeing Ed with
open lust! When he finally dropped his pants he had what had to be the biggest cock Ed had
ever seen! It was at least ten inches long with blue veins running from the base all the way to
the gigantic head! TJ said, “We’re gonna have a little suck party!” “Jan will suck me and Ed can suck on Bobby!” Side by side TJ and Bobby stood before their two cocksuckers. Ed and Jan both on their knees with cocks in their mouths. Even though Ed had never sucked before, he
started to groan in pleasure as he licked and kissed the big pecker! His own cock became hard as
a rock and he started to jerk it as he made love to that huge love muscle! TJ leaned over and
gave Bobby a full kiss on the lips and then leaned down and licked the young man’s nipples.
Everyone in the room was now hot as a firecracker. Even Jan had begun to finger her hot slit
as she hoovered TJ’s dick.

Even though Jan was giving him an unbelievable blowjob, TJ had a more important job for her
to perform. Lifting her face from his crotch, he directed her to Ed’s asshole. “Eat it and suck
it you little whore,” TJ instructed. Like the obedient little cunt she was she began giving a Ed a
juicy rim job! By now Ed was on fire with lust, between Bobby’s dick in his mouth, his hand beating his own meat, and Jan’s sucking on his asshole he was ready to shoot a big load! Just
before he was about to cum, however, TJ pulled Bobby’s cock out of his mouth and had Jan
stop the asshole suck. He then grabbed Ed by the hair and pulled him up over the front of
the desk and bent him over with his butt up in the air. He gave Bobby a quick nod and the little
queer with the big pecker slipped behind Ed and buried his hard meat all the way up Ed’s slippery
asshole!! TJ covered his mouth to stifle Ed’ scream! He had a virgin ass and Bobby was really
slamming his big rig all the way to his tight nuts! Ed was in real pain, but soon the pain and the pleasure began to blur together in a sexual frenzy! Jan returned to suck on TJ and was also
frigging her clit like a two dollar whore! Bobby groaned as he ejaculated his spunk deep in Ed’s
bowels and even though in great pain, Ed’s own cock involuntarily erupted a huge spew of cum
all over the office carpet! At the same time Jan was drinking down TJ’s cum and fingering
herself to an earthshaking orgasm!

As everyone lay together in a heap of spent sexual delight, TJ looked over at the bookshelf
and smiled into the camera! “Hmm, he thought, he ought to get at least two grand for this tape!!!”

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A young man ran between two hotel wings, sprinted
around a corner and hurried from shadow to shadow with a large
cardboard box in his hands. Stopping and checking his
surroundings, his attention was captured by a man and woman
making love in the room where he’d stopped. He crept close and
looked into an open area of the window. The man was huge,
frightening. He held the feet of a teenager, while pumping his
huge cock into her ass. She twisted and cried beneath him.
The young man licked his lips, looked around at the
nearly empty hotel, then sprinted to a lighted set of stairs at
the far end of the hotel. The stairs were metal with concrete
treads filing the metal i-beams.
Lights outlined the hotel as a car turned into the
parking lot and made it’s way to the hotel’s front office.
Sean Curtis jerked back into the shadows beneath
the stairs and waited until the car was out of sight. He took a
deep breath, then continued experimenting with the camera in
different areas. The stairs had built-in lights, to light metal
rungs at night. He found that the camera could be placed between
two of them, to give him a lighted view beneath any dress. The
rungs were narrow enough that he could aim the camera up the
stairs.

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He looked around nervously, then took a
rechargeable drill from the cardboard box. He glanced around one
more time, then held the drill against the metal stairs and began
drilling. He held his breath at the racket he created, then gave
a sigh of relief when the drill punched through the heavy metal.
In another minute he had a second hole drilled. He licked his
lips and dropped the drill into the box.
Taking a rag out of the box he dusted the metal
fragments away. He took a metal strap and bolt out of the box,
slid the bolt through the strap, and threaded it into the hole.
He drew out a video camera, slid it into the metal band, and
tightened it into place. Next he took an outlandish contraption
and positioned it against the on/off switch on the camera. He
tightened that down with a second steal band. Looking happily at
his handiwork, he checked the camera’s alignment once more, then
tossed his tools into the box. With a last glance around, he
hurried into the woods and followed a creek bed to his house,
directly across a wooden security fence. He stowed the box in
the garage, went inside, and hurried up to the second floor. He
listened to make sure his mother and sisters were asleep, then
ran to his bedroom and looked through the window at the hotel
stairs.
He took a remote control, once used on a long-
forgotten toy, and clicked the switch experimentally. If it had
the range, he had just switched the camera on and back off. The
button-pushing servo should have enough range. He just had to
hope that it did, he was too tired to go back and find out.
Sean pulled the end of the bed over to his window,
laid on the bed, and waited. When he saw shadows approaching the
stairs, he quickly clicked the remote. A man and woman went up
the stairs. As they disappeared he clicked the remote again. If
everything was working properly, he had just filmed his first
upskirt.

Sean already had his mother and sisters on the
tape. No nudity, just panties. But even those were exciting.
Franks said film everybody, then hire a couple of girls to sign
bogus release forms. It was a cinch, everybody did it, and he’d
done it many times himself. Sean would get a lot of money for
his tape, Frank said. Sean didn’t realize that if it was so
easy, Frank would be rich. He wasn’t.
Taking into account that Frank was a natural born
liar, but Sean’s friend, he remained hopeful. Sometimes Frank
did know all the angles, since he was much older than Sean.
Sometimes he was full of shit. Now, as Sean watched the second
girl approach the stairs, he simply wanted to see the tape. He
would worry about selling it later. The thought of what the tape
might contain was making him horny.
Sean had never heard of upskirts until Frank spoke
of them. He didn’t know the word voyeur, until he heard it given
to a peeping Tom. Sean had been a voyeur for years, and didn’t
know it. He called it spying. He had a whole assortment of
mirrors, periscopes, drills, and entry door viewers, in his
secret box. Now he added the family video camera to his arsenal
of weapons. If somebody spotted it and took or destroyed it, he
was dead.
Sean waited for two more women to go up the stairs,
before he simply left the camera on and went to sleep. He would
sneak over and change tapes in the morning.

Shaking with nervousness, breathless, and excited,
Sean slid back in the chair and held the VCR remote before him.
He whispered a silent prayer, then pressed the play button. The
first skirt swept over the lens immediately. The vibration from
their feet distorted it for a moment, then it cleared to show a
shapely ass in white panties, showing intermittently, as her
skirt waved behind her.
“Oh fuck!” Sean howled in delight, pounding on the
arm of his chair.
“Sean, are you swearing,” a distant female voice
asked.
“No mom,” he called. He reversed the tape and
paused it, with a perfect view of a flawless ass. He couldn’t
see the face, but it didn’t matter. He could tell from behind
that she was a young, beautiful woman. She had slender legs and
a fantastic figure. That was all that counted.
“Oh, you sweet little mother,” he whispered in
appreciation. He continued the tape. He was disappointed that
the next two women wore levis. The third wore a long, sweeping
dress which totally obscured the light. He could see nothing.
That was the last of the upskirts he had taken, now it was time
to fast-forward and see what the unaided camera had done. He
pressed the button. He was momentarily hopeful when two feet
appeared on the screen, but it was a pair of guys. He continued
his search until bare ankles stepped over the lens. He watched
hopefully as the legs lengthened, as they marched away from the
lens. In a moment he paused the camera on his second good
upskirt. It was a woman with long, slender legs, a short blue
skirt, and yellow panties. He had never seen yellow panties
before. They glowed in the light of the stairs, brighter as they
passed a light, then diminishing as they receded. He paused the
tape again, breathing hard as he stared at the sweet ass before
him. She was perfect, he thought, looking up and down the length
of her slender legs. He could almost feel the firm ass between
his hands.
Clicking his tongue in appreciation, he again fast-
forwarded the tape to the end. She had been his last upskirt.
Now he needed to bring the family VCR up to his room, combine it
with his VCR and make a short, perfect tape from his clips.
Combined with the one he had taken of his mother,
while washing dishes, and sisters sitting around in their bathing
suits, he would have a very good beginning. He would have to
show it to Frank.
In the meantime, Sean reversed the tape to the
yellow panties. He paused the tape and rested his chin in his
hands. She was so perfect, he thought to himself. How did it
feel to be so sexy, so damned beautiful? Would she be excited to
know that men were looking up her skirt? Would she someday see
the pictures on the internet?

Sean felt his cock throbbing in his pants. He
stood and hurried to the door, locked it, then turned the tv so
he could see it from the bed. He took a white sock out of his
drawer, and took it back to the bed. He stripped quickly,
bouncing on the bed, turning this way and that until he lay
naked. He rolled the sock down over his cock and began stroking
it slowly. A blissful look crossed his face. He looked at the
shimmering picture of the yellow panties and perfect ass, while
picturing his face touching that ass, his hands sliding beneath
the panties and touching her wet pussy.
Breathing hard, Sean stroked his cock furiously.
He closed his eyes and imagined all sorts of shapely asses. By
standing beneath a metal grill in a sidewalk he could look right
up beneath those beautiful skirts which he saw constantly
downtown. In a stairwell, he could watch them climb the stairs,
as the camera had only hours before.
Fire brewed in his balls. He clenched his teeth
and worked his hand furiously up and down the length of his cock.
With a moan, he began shooting cum into the white sock. He
moaned loudly, with his eyes riveted to the tv screen. He
relaxed, allowing the sock to fall gently to his stomach. He
gave the yellow pantied ass a fond smile, then frowned as the VCR
automatically cut off. He had left it on pause too long. It
didn’t matter, he was done. And he would have a lot more in the
future. It was too bad that he couldn’t see the woman’s face.
On the other hand he could put any face to that shapely ass.

Three consecutive nights netted Sean many more
upskirts to add to his tapes. As night after night wore on, he
began to hate women who work jeans. They ruined his upskirt
tapes and the world was full of them. On Saturday he stayed up
until three AM and completed his first tape. He had netted 37
upskirts on that very night. A group of high school kids had
held a party and run up and down the stairs all night long, in
assorted forms of dress. Sean was thrilled. He called Frank,
the first thing Sunday morning. Frank promised to bring two
girls to sign bogus release forms, but his tone hinted at much
more.
Sean paced the house, waiting for Frank and his
friends to show. He gasped as the grandfather clock began
banging away, proclaiming that it was noon. Sean had the house
to himself, his mother and sisters had gone to their
grandmother’s house and left him all alone. He faked an illness,
otherwise she would have swept him out of the house as well.
Sean waited breathlessly. Frank knew some real hotties. Who
would he bring? Sean couldn’t wait to find out.
Gravel grated on the driveway. He ran to the front
window and looked out to see Frank’s red convertible. Sean
swivelled around, following the car to the next series of windows
until he saw the girls. They were old, at least 20, maybe even
25. He was stunned. How had Frank managed to get ahold of such
fabulous girls?
“Oh fuck,” Sean gasped, looking around the room in
haste. He needed refreshments, grownup stuff. His father
visited occasionally and had some beer, which he bought at price
club by the case, and stored in the garage. He need to put some
in the refrigerator.
He finished just as Frank approached the front
door. As usual, he stepped inside without knocking. He waved a
black briefcase, then turned and ushered the girls inside.

“There he is, our future entrepreneur,” Frank
called in a loud voice. “Sean, this is Cindy and Jan, he pointed
at the two beautiful girls.
“H… hi,” Sean gulped, motioning them toward the
couch.
“No, up to your bedroom,” Frank said agreeably.
“Let’s see the tape.”
“I… Oh,” Sean said.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Frank asked, putting an
arm across Sean’s shoulders.
“You brought beautiful women here,” Sean whispered.
“They make me nervous.”
“Them!” he said loudly with a laugh. “They ain’t
women, they’re whores,” he laughed, slapping Sean on the
back.
“Hey, Frankie, I take exception to that,” Cindy
howled.
“Take whatever you want, sweet-cheeks. Get your
ass upstairs and start earning your money,” Frank laughed.

“H… how?” Sean asked.
“How what?”
“How are they going to earn their money?”
“By signing release forms, kid,” he said, tapping
his briefcase. “You can’t have a movie without the proper
release forms. Every professional on earth get’s them like this.
You didn’t think they really run down everyone on film and make
them sign one, did you?”
“Well, yeah.” Sean couldn’t tell if he was lying
or not. Frank lied well.
“Ok, picture this. Some old broad goes into a gas
station bathroom and takes a crap. Some pervert films it and
chases her down as she leaves, yelling “hey lady could you sign
this.” What do you think, plausible? Hell, there wouldn’t be
any movies,” Frank chuckled, pushing Sean up the stairs behind
the women.
Sean stared at the beautiful legs treading the
stairs before him. Jan was his favorite. Cindy seemed like a
gum popping, street corner whore. Jan had class. She also had a
red leather skirt that came up past her knees, with the longest
pair of legs he’d ever seen. They were flawless. By bending
down a little he could even see beneath their skirts and get a
personal upskirt shot. He did and Frank laughed, pushing him
toward the sweet ass he was surveying. He fell into Jan. Jan
turned and giggled. “What a naughty boy,” she said with a
thrilling English accent.
“Oh God,” Sean moaned. His cock was as hard as
rock and he knew exactly where he wanted to plant it. Up Jan’s
sweet ass.
“Ok, girls, take turns,” Frank said, opening his
briefcase and giving each girl half the forms. He closed the
briefcase and placed it on Jan’s lap. She was sitting on Sean’s
bed, with her long legs hanging over the footboard. Sean was
mesmerized. He had never seen so much beautiful female flesh in
is entire life.

Cindy took a seat at the desk and stared at the
blank tv screen, waiting. Frank spread a few forms out in front
of her and handed her the pen.
“Hit it, Sean,” Frank called, sitting on the bed
beside Jan. Sean was a little angry, he had wanted the spot
beside Jan. Frank leaned close and kissed Jan’s ear. Sean took
the remote and started the tape.
“Oh wow, what an ass,” Frank howled in
appreciation.
“That’s my mom,” Sean said resentfully. Only Jan
seemed to notice.
“You take her,” Frank nudged Jan’s elbow. Jan
wrote a brief description of the scene, then signed the form.
Sean couldn’t help but be turned on, with three strangers
watching his mother’s ass as she worked. It was exciting, he
reluctantly admitted. Jan seemed speechless. Her eyes were
glued to the screen.
“Very nice,” she whispered.
“I’d eat it,” Cindy said, sitting back and kicking
a leg over her knee. Sean suddenly realized that it was a
mistake to film his mother. If he couldn’t stand how these three
people treated his tape, how would he feel when thousands viewed
it. Old men masturbating, lesbians ogling…
“Oh fuck, check that out!” Frank howled.
“Those are my sisters,” Sean said in growing
anger.

“I need to get to know them better,” Frank said,
nudging Jan again. Jan didn’t comment, she was staring at
Sean.
“I’ve got the red bathing suit,” Cindy called,
scribbling quickly.
“I’ll take the cute girl in the yellow,” Jan said.
She scribbled briefly, then added the form to the bottom of the
pile. With a great deal of relief, Sean watched the scene turn
to the first girl at the hotel. He felt his cock throbbing, as
he watched the sweet ass treading the stairs.
“I like that,” Cindy said as she wrote.
“Very nice,” Jan nodded.
“Good photography, kid. It makes all the
difference.”
“It’s obvious that this was filmed with a home
camera,” Jan said in her amazing accent. “That will increase the
value immensely. There are too many fake upskirts out there.
People can tell the difference.”
“There’s yours,” Frank pointed at the screen, then
leaned forward to kiss Jan’s neck. Sean wanted to scream at them
to leave. Cindy was nice, but Frank was hitting on the girl Sean
wanted. He felt betrayed.
“I… I don’t think I want to do this,” Sean said
hesitantly.

“What?” Frank roared. “Hey kid, I own these girls
until three. Do you have any idea how much that costs?”

“No, but it’s my tape,” he said, looking at Jan
defensively.
“I’ll tell you what, kid, you can have Cindy for
the rest of the afternoon, if you give me the tape.”
“No, I want Jan,” Sean said before he could stop
himself.
“Uh-uh, she’s mine.”
“I am not yours, and I happen to agree with Sean.
I think we would hit it off well.”
“Hey, lady, I paid…”
“Not enough to order me around. If you want us to
leave with these forms in hand, simply continue this
conversation,” she said, putting her hands on the pile of
papers.
“Ok, you win,” he pretended to be agreeable. Sean
suddenly realized that Frank was not really his friend. He was
just an acquaintance. He wasn’t even sure that he liked
Frank.

“Over here, Sean,” Jan patted the bed.
Frank stood, forced a grin and pushed Cindy off the
chair. He sat and pulled her back into his lap.
Suddenly shy again, Sean sat by Jan. He loved her
perfume. It was spicy and exotic.
“Move closer,” she said as she scribbled on another
form.
“You’re nice,” Sean whispered. She turned and
kissed him on the lips, then scribbled another notation on the
form.
“So are you Sean. Have you ever made love
before?”
“Oh sure… no,” he reluctantly admitted.
“Good. I like to break in first-timers.”
“I’m afraid,” Sean whispered. Frank turned and
looked at them. Sean didn’t know if he had heard or not.

“No you’re not, you are nervous. There’s a
difference. Nervousness is caused by in increase in adrenalin
production from the adrenal gland. It’s usually caused doing
something dangerous, or something very important to you. I’m
flattered.”
“You talk like a doctor.”
“Like a biology major. I once dreamed of being a
teacher.”
“Oh wow,” Sean gasped.
“Wow indeed,” She giggled and kissed him again.
“I’ve never made love to a teacher.”
“You’ve never made love to anyone, except maybe
your hand.”
“Yeah,” he admitted.
“How many more?” she asked as her upskirt appeared
on the screen.

“Only about three or four.”
“Good, my hand is tired.”
“Can I touch your legs?” he asked in a fit of
bravery.
“Please do.”
Sean placed a hand on her stocking-covered leg. It
twitched slightly under his hand. The leg was smooth, but very
firm. She must work out, Sean thought as he ran his hand clear
up to the seam of her skirt. He stopped there, rubbing her leg
nervously.
“You can lift my skirt,” she whispered.
“Can I?” he gasped.
“Of course. The best thing about purchasing a
whore, is you can do anything you want, and you don’t have to
apologize for anything afterwards. I’m yours.”
“You are not a whore, you’re a woman,” Sean said
emphatically.

“Thanks. That’s a very nice thing to say.”
“I… I think I’m in love with you,” Sean
gasped.
“No you’re not. You are infatuated, there’s
another difference. This is cause by testosterone, a word I
hate, but which makes us all human.
“How?”
“It’s a male hormone, and although few know it,
even women are formed by testosterone. Without it, there would
be no sex drive in women. It also grows our tits and pussies.
Men are driven by it. Without that there would be no sex, rape,
violence… or children for that matter. I guess we need it,
even if it’s detested. It comes from your balls,” she whispered,
putting a hand on his crotch.
“Heeeaaa,” he yelled, jumping off the bed.
“Sit back down, it’s only a hand.”
“It’s your hand,” he gasped.
“Which is exactly like your hand, but on my body.
Chill.”

“I’m so af… nervous,” he corrected after a quick
look from her.
“Good. Nervousness denotes great desire, anxiety,
and passion. It means I am important to you. I like that.”
“You use big words.”
“I describe grand things.”
“I guess. Can you kiss me again.”
“I can do a lot more than that, that was the last
girl,” she said, dropping the briefcase on the floor.
“Rewind the tape, kid,” Frank said as he kissed
Cindy’s ear.
Sean rewound the tape, while Jan slid back on his
bed. He would never have dreamed that a woman like Jan would
ever get near his bed. She was so amazing. He would never wash
his pillow case again, he vowed as her brown hair cascaded over
it. Sean quickly started the vcr and dropped the remote on the
floor beside the bed.
Jan reached down and removed her panties. Her
skirt slid up near her waist as she did so and Sean had a clear
view of her naked pussy.

“You are much better than a sock,” Sean
whispered.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking out loud.”
“I know what he’s talking about,” Frank laughed,
then ouched when Cindy bit his ear.
Sean looked at Jan’s pussy, barely visible beneath
her colorful skirt. It was magnificent.
“Do you want to go down on me?” she asked in a
whisper.
“Oh yeah,” Sean whispered. He looked around at
Cindy, riding up and down on Frank’s cock. Frank had his back to
him, so he had an excellent view of Cindy’s right breast. It was
amazing. He was mesmerized by the way it bounced on her chest.
The smell of sex was strong, but not unpleasant.
“Go ahead,” Jan whispered.
Sean rolled over on the bed, landing between her
open, perfect legs. He rubbed them absently as he moved closer
to her pussy. It was neatly shaved, with a patch of hair above
her pussy. Her lips were dark, but beautiful. His face drew
near, then he suddenly backed away.

“Has anybody… I mean.”
“It’s clean,” she laughed.
“Oh. I didn’t mean…” his voice trailed off as he
neared her pussy again. He put his hands against her inner
thighs and pried them open slightly. She opened her legs
willingly to him. He stared at them in amazement and rubbed each
magnificent inner thigh. They were so smooth, so bright and
flawless, like white fudge only warm against his face and hands.
He ran his finger through the valley between her pussy and body.
She giggled and jerked away.
“That tickles,” she giggled. He smiled up at her,
then lowered his mouth to kiss the valley. She shivered at the
brief loving contact of his mouth. He paused, looking at and
petting her warm, aromatic pussy. He pulled her lips open and
looked at the moonscape like a wonderland inside. He saw all
sorts of amazing things inside. He found the vulva at the bottom
of her pussy and stuck a finger inside experimentally. She
gasped and arched her back slightly, thrusting her pussy against
his finger.
Like a new driver experimenting with the controls
of a car, Sean poked, prodded, and looked in every little nook
and cranny. Jan reacted to almost everything. Sean took his
time, getting a good look at his first real pussy, before he
leaned down and licked it.
Jan gasped and thrust her pussy toward him. He
kissed it with more confidence, then began stroking it with long
strokes of his tongue. If he stroked the wrong place, Jan moved
into the position where she wanted to be licked. In a moment he
learned all of her favorite places.
With one finger slowly sliding in and out of Jan,
his tongue eagerly lapped at her clit, and the little inverted v
at the top of her pussy. They were by far the most sensitive
areas of her pussy. She moaned and withered beneath his mouth.
He loved her reactions. She seemed like a large, sexy cat. She
withered, whined and moaned. She stroked his face, or held it
against her. She opened her legs wide, or bent them behind his
head and pulled him closer. At times she laid her heels on his
back and humped his face with her pussy. Sean liked all of it.
Of all the women he would meet in the future, Jan would be his
first and most special. And she knew this. It was a special
moment for her as well, because she seldom let down her guard
enough to enjoy it. Now she did.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Sean,” she whispered,
looking down at his juice-saturated face. “I’m going to have an
orgasm. Do you know what that is?”
“Sure, anybody who watches Showtime knows what an
orgasm is.”

“Good,” she said with a twisted face, “because it
can be scary the first time. I will yell and carry on, but don’t
stop. I am yelling in pleasure, not pain.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, licking her pussy again.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, holding her breasts in a
strong grip between her hands. “Oh, oh,” she gasped, withering
on the bed. “That’s wonderful, Sean,” she said in her sexy
English accent.
She simply moaned for a moment, looking down at his
young face between her legs. He was eager to please, attentive
to her needs and desires. He reacted to her reactions. He
licked where she wanted to be licked, almost intuitively.
Suddenly there was no holding back. Jan heaved up off the bed
and grabbed the back of Sean’s head. She squealed in a
restrained manner, while hunching her pussy against his young
face. He continued licking as she had instructed. She suddenly
threw her legs open wide and fell back on the bed. The fire was
terrible, wonderful. She had few orgasms, so each one she did
have was important.
The picture of the young boy’s face between her
legs would leave a lasting impression on her, a good memory in a
career where there were few. She grunted and humped her pussy
against his face to the very end, then she fell back to the bed
in exhaustion.
Sean sat up reluctantly. She was one fantastic
woman, fun to please and heavenly to look at, but his balls hurt
and he didn’t know how to proceed. He needed relief.
“I…” he paused, not knowing what to say.
“You want to be sucked and fucked like there’s no
tomorrow?” she finished for him in her delicious English accent,
while sitting up and stretching like a large, sexy cat.
“Yes,” he said with a huge smile.

She patted the bed and rolled off it. Sean quickly
slid into the bed, sitting up with his back against the wall.
Jan’s hands went to his belt and began undressing him. He
shuddered in anticipation. He watched every movement she made.
He took in everything at once, the afternoon light shimmering off
her light brown hair, the tiny hairs on the back of her arms, as
she fumbled with the catch on his levis, and the beautiful legs
jutting from beneath her skirt. He had an excellent view clear
up to her upper thighs. They looked like warm gold.
Her huge breasts were almost showing over the low-
cut top of her blouse. He reached out and felt one, while she
smiled up at him and yanked his pants off.
“Can I see them?” he asked breathlessly.
“Of course,” she whispered. She grabbed the bottom
of he tight form-fitting blouse and pulled it up and over her
head. Sean gasped in appreciation.
“They are even better than Mom’s,” Sean gasped.
“I don’t know, kid, I’ve seen your mom’s. She has
a fantastic rack on her.”
Sean frowned. He had almost forgotten that Frank
was around. Jan saw the frown and smiled, holding his face in a
hand. She shook her head slightly, then leaned down and captured
his hard cock in her warm red lips.
“Isn’t this fantastic, kid?” Frank asked as he
knelt behind Cindy and began fucking her from behind. She was
laying across the plastic desk chair with her ass hanging out.
Sean looked briefly, then looked down at Jan, bobbing on his
penis. He placed a gentle hand on the back of her soft hair and
relaxed his head against the wall.
“Yeah, wonderful,” Sean finally answered. He
looked toward the door, directly into his mother’s eyes. He
froze in horror. She shook her head with a slight smile and held
up a hand. She started to turn, when Frank spoke.

“All it cost you was a tape,” Frank gasped, still
banging away in Cindy’s ass. “You make more tapes, and I’ll
bring the girls by again. I especially want more shots of your
mother’s sweet ass.”
Sean looked at his mother in horror. She seemed to
be thinking. Sean was afraid that Frank had somehow seen his
mother just outside the door, but that was impossible.
“No more,” Sean said, staring into his mother’s
eyes. His mother remained at the door. She had turned and
leaned against door sill, biting her lip.
“What’s the matter?” Jan asked, looking up from his
wilted cock. “Not interested any more.”
“I was distracted,” Sean whispered.
“No problem, I will try again,” she said, briefly
looking at her watch. Sean realized in horror that her time was
nearly up. What if she left him…
Her lips engulfed his cock once more. She sucked
the full length of his cock into her lips and tongued it
diligently. Sean stiffened and closed his eyes. For the moment
he forgot Frank, his mother, and everything but Jan’s sweet lips.

She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, swallowed
it and continued swallowing with his cock down her throat. It
was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He had never
imagined it could feel so good. It was so far above the feeling
of a sock, that it barely registered.
“Oh yes, that’s more like it,” Jan whispered, while
licking the head of his throbbing cock. Sean looked up and saw
his mother still there, watching. Somehow it did not frighten
him any longer. Maybe it was the look in her eyes, or the fact
that she was watching him, not Frank. In any event, he locked
gazes with her while Jan continued to suck his cock. It was a
wonderful, horrible, and very memorable blowjob. It seemed
surreal, except for the tremendous amount of pleasure radiating
from his crotch. He reached down and held Jan’s ample naked
breasts in his hands, while she again bobbed on his cock.

The fire was building. His loins boiled with a
liquid fire he had never felt before. He switched gazes to
Cindy, who grunted with each massive thrust of Frank’s cock up
her ass. She looked at him and gave him a brief, uncomfortable
smile, then licked her lips and closed her eyes. Her breasts
bounced with each jerking slam of Frank’s cock. His chair bent
out of shape under the pressure, barely holding together beneath
Cindy’s weight.
“Oh fuck yes,” Frank groaned. “Oh shit,” he
gasped, pounding even faster. Sean felt sorry for Cindy. She
was not enjoying herself. She looked like she was in pain.
“Fuck yes,” Frank yelled, then stiffened behind
Cindy. She moaned as he ground his cock into her unprotected
ass. She grabbed the side of the chair in a death grip and
winched under his brutal assault. Sean should have detested the
sight, but for some reason he was turned on by it. The fire
built in his balls until he whined and stiffened beneath Jan.
“I’m going to cum,” he said in embarassment. She
nodded quickly, wordlessly. She held her mouth still and milked
his cock with her throat. He felt the heat becoming
intolerable.
Suddenly, his cock began spurting cum into Jan’s
sweet perfect lips. He moaned loudly, and looked up at his
mother again. She was watching attentively. He smiled at her in
embarassment, while his cock spurted repeatedly into Jan’s warm
mouth. She sucked and milked his cock with her hand. She milked
it diligently, quickly looking up to see how he liked it. She
saw his glance toward the doorway. The hairs stood up on the
back of her neck, but she continued to hold Sean in her mouth,
waiting for his orgasm to end.
When it did end she sucked the head briefly, then
turned and looked at the door. She felt horror rising in her
chest. She immediately knew who the woman was, not because she
recognized her from her upskirt, but because she recognized the
possessive look and attitude of a mother. To her surprise, and
relief, the mother gave her a knowing, grateful smile and a
slight nod.
Sean heard the click of a cigarette lighter. He
looked over to see Frank sitting on his desk, smoking a
cigarette.
“You can’t smoke in here, Frank,” Sean said
automatically.
“Hey, fuck that,” Frank said, taking an exaggerated
puff from his cigarette.

“Enjoy it,” Samantha Curtis said, suddenly barging
in through the door.
Frank’s eyes bulged out. He hurried to cover his
nakedness, tossing the cigarette out the open window. Cindy
squealed, rising up off the chair. She ran for Sean’s bathroom
with her clothes in her hands.
“Only Jan sat up and dressed slowly, in a composed
manner. Sean couldn’t imagine her rushing into anything.
“The police are on the way, Frank,” Samantha said
with a great deal of relish.
“Don’t matter, I’ll be gone before they get
here.”
“Without your car?” she said with a slight
smile.
“Hey, you parked behind me,” he said
defensively.
“Yes, I did. I wanted absolute proof that you had
been here and brought these ladies into my home.”
“Why?”

“For your arrest, of course. But I could move it,
if you like. All it will cost you is one tape showing my sweet
ass hanging out.”
“Hey, what the…” he glared from her to Sean.
Sean shrugged, smiling at his mother.
“Are those sirens?” she asked, holding her hand to
her ear.
“I’m leaving,” he said resentfully.
“You certainly are. And if I ever catch you near
my son again, I will have my husband beat you to death. Is that
understood?”
“Yeah,” he said, moving toward the door. “Cindy!”
he roared just inside the door.
“I will run the ladies home,” she said, pointing at
the door.
“Your car…”
“Candy, move our car!” she roared, never taking he
eyes off of Frank.

“If I…” Frank said, pointing a finger at
Sean.
“Don’t threaten your way into a body cast, Frank.
My husband is more than willing to visit you with a few of his
friends. In all likelihood they will nail you to a door and
split you in half with a chainsaw.”
“Fuck,” Franks said, grabbing his crotch. He
disappeared down the stairs. When Sean’s sister moved the car,
Frank backed out and roared off down the street. There were
sirens in the distance, but they had nothing to do with
Frank.
“You, young man…” she began in a harsh voice.
Jan clicked her tongue and waved a finger back and
forth in front of her own lips.
“…have comported yourself in a very adult
manner,” she finished, sitting on the bed near Jan. She took
Jan’s hand in her own and squeezed it briefly.
“Your father should have given you this present on
your 18th birthday, but we were afraid, with the aids thing and
all.”
“I’m clean,” Jan whispered.
“I’m sure. But I do want that tape,” she said,
holding out her hand. Sean ran to the VCR and ejected the tape.
He ran back and handed it to his mother.

“Are your sisters on this as well,” she asked.
“Y… yes,” he shamefully admitted. She brought
the tape down over the bed knob at the foot of his bed. The case
exploded in her hand. She tossed the remainder of the tape into
the trash can by his desk.
“Ok, if you girls are ready I will run you home,”
she smiled sweetly at Jan.”
“Cindy, time to go!” Jan called in her English
accent.
“Oh how sweet,” Samantha said, squeezing her hand
again and releasing it.
“I want you showered and ready for dinner,” she
pointed at Sean, then led the girls downstairs.
Sean sat in stunned silence, looking around the
empty room. So much had happened in such a short time. And that
damned tape was responsible, he thought as he looked down into
the trash can. He suddenly realized that the tape itself was not
damaged. If he simply switched cases…

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I’ve written a couple of stories about things that happened when I was running wild with a young guy called Jodi Malenger. I guess a lot of people doubt they’re true and I’m not about to argue the point — why bother? But since there’s been quite a few readers who seem to enjoy them I’ll recount another one.

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The scene is England, more years ago than I care to remember now. And again we’d gone wandering well away from our local area in Jodi’s van. Well, the van that belonged to Jodi’s Dad and that Jodi often borrowed.

So, it was another town we were in, on a working day, and about as boring as you could imagine. Apart from everything else the sun was beating down out of a cloudless blue sky and everybody was as grumpy as hell. The English expect bad weather like New Yorkers expect rudeness — it goes with the territory and anything else messes with their minds. Still, Jodi had put a shoulder bag inside the van and winked at us when he’d done it. The other four of us figured he must have something interesting planned, though we didn’t know what it was. Anyway, while Jodi was driving Jacko opened up the bag and showed us what was stowed in it. And the contents of that bag had us scratching our heads alright.

There were two paint brushes, brand new but cut off so there was only about an inch of hairs left on each handle. There were two identical copies of a newspaper — well, ‘The News Of The World’, if you can call that a newspaper, and a net. Yes, a net. Made of very fine nylon cord, about eight feet by four feet, with mesh big enough for us to easily put our hands through the holes. Oh, and just to make everything clearer, when we opened up one of the big newspapers we found that around the sides of the center pages were long dressmakers’ pins. There must have been a dozen of them in each paper, pinning all the pages together so it was impossible to turn them over. And, finally, there was a polaroid camera and three film packs.

I guess Sherlock Holmes would have worked out straight away what Jodi was planning to do; none of us could though.

“Jodi, what the hell is this lot for?” Jacko asked.

“For fishing with; what else?”

That’s all he’d say though, not another word until we got to the town. A fair sized East Midlands market town. He parked the van at a supermarket car park. The car park was at one side of the building and the town center on the other side. But we didn’t walk that way. Instead Jodi picked up his bag and went over a pedestrian bridge at the far end of the car park. The bridge was over a river which ran through the town.

I guess it doesn’t make much difference to the story but maybe I’d better mention that what might be called a river in the UK could hardly get a mention as a creek in the States. This river you could have spat across given a good following wind. Anyway we looked at Jodi’s bag, thought about the net, looked down at the river and then at each other in bewilderment. We were a bunch that had never had any interest in hunting fur, fin or feathers. Big tits and juicy cunts were the only things we caught. What the hell was Jodi up to this time?

On the other side of the river was a park. A nice one. About half a mile long with lots of trees and bushes on a grassy, gently rolling slope, with the river flowing along the bottom of the slope. The only buildings we could see at the top of the slope were some changing rooms next to a fence around a couple of tennis courts. It was a nice place to come on a hot day to get away from the crowds and the traffic. Mind you any day which is warm enough to melt ice cream is a hot day for the UK, but this was a genuine scorcher.

It was about midday because the blazing sun was directly overhead and a whole slew of the town’s workers were doing all kinds of crazy continental things in their lunch hour — things like taking off their ties and pullovers and then lying down in the shade underneath the trees in the park. People with thermos flasks full of hot tea and paper bags of sandwiches were trying to convince themselves that to be seen eating outdoors wasn’t a social disgrace. And, of course, there were the wild teenagers openly sunbathing in swimming costumes, up to and including a couple of hussies in bikinis. A few more days of this brain cooking weather and the English would be lapping up rum out of each other’s belly buttons and Conga dancing in the bus queues. Mind you, with what Jodi was carrying around with him it looked as if we had one case of sun struck insanity on our hands already.

“Jodi, mate, what’s hatching in your mind?” Micky asked him. And he told us. And then he told us again, very slowly and clearly, because we thought for sure he’d been joking the first time around.

Now it wasn’t our way of doing things to have big debates about one of Jodi’s ideas. We went out and did them and scarcely ever did they go wrong, mainly because most people’s reactions just freeze up when something absolutely surprising happens. There’s hardly one in a hundred who are quick witted enough to react straight off to the totally unexpected. Mind you, it’s only one in a thousand who can think up those kind of surprising ideas, and only one in ten thousand who’ll go through with them. Jodi was the one in ten thousand.

This time though even Jodi had to work hard in selling us his plan. But Jodi was Jodi and trying to stop him doing what he wanted to do was like asking Hitler to maybe postpone invading Russia. So eventually we agreed to give it a go.

“OK, spread out. Keep in sight of each other. You know what we’re looking for. If anybody finds a good situation just sit down on the grass and the rest of us will come over and have a look.”

Looking around was the easy part. We moved out amongst the trees and the bushes like sharks prowling around in a swimming hole. Each of us knew what Jodi wanted and I hadn’t gone too far at all when I found a scene which seemed to fit the bill pretty well. So, I sat down and kept on looking.

I was about three quarters of the way up the slope, and able to see far enough over the crest for an occasional head to bob up into view behind the tennis court fence. I don’t know where the players got the energy from in that heat. On my left was a clear area of grass which stretched about a hundred yards or so to the next cluster of trees. On my right was a pathway which went up the slope towards the tennis court. The pathway was about forty or fifty yards away but nobody was bothering to use it with the grass being dry enough to walk on. A few yards further up from where I was sitting were the two trees nearest to the top of the slope, a pair of elms side by side. The trees were twenty feet apart and the furthest one from the pathway was straight up the slope from where I was.

Underneath the elm tree on the right was a courting couple with their arms wrapped each other and apparently trying to get into the Guiness book of records for the longest sustained kiss in history. I couldn’t see much of their faces but she looked pretty good. They weren’t my concern though, except in as much as neither of them were at all interested in anything else going on around them. It was the scene underneath the second tree which I was carefully studying.

There were two girls there, lying side by side, shoes off and bare feet pointing down the slope. Both of them were wearing blue overalls with buttons up the front — shop or factory uniforms. There was a coke can on the grass on either side of them and paper bags as well. Yeah, two shop girls who’d come into the park for their lunch break, and were now lying in the shade underneath the tree with their shoes off.

One was rolled over on her stomach, apparently dozing, with her hands spread flat underneath her chin, so all I could really see of her were her legs and her hair. The hair was an eye catching feature because it was a reddish brown mass which looked tangled, as if pulling a comb through it every day was more work than was worth doing. Her legs seemed pretty good and I could see halfway up her thighs because that was where the hem of her overall was pulled up to. The overall sleeves were short ones and I could make out a lot of freckles on her white skinned arms. No wonder she was keeping well out of the sun with a complexion like hers.

The other one was as different as chalk to cheese — or maybe, I should say Spanish to Irish. Because she looked as if she belonged out in the sun, a real Mediterranean type. Dark complexioned with hair as black as a coal cellar at midnight, done up in bun behind her head, and wearing sun glasses that made her look as if she was a Mafia gangster’s girl friend. Not that she wasn’t presentable, even if she did have a nose on her like Shylock’s daughter — that was more than made up for by the size of the boobs underneath her tightly stretched overall buttons. Even lying flat on her back they were a fine, fine sight. As for her legs, they were the sort that make you feel that if God ever created anything better to look at he must have kept it for himself. Unfortunately the bottom of her overalls were pulled down lower than her friend’s, around her knees, so I couldn’t give her underpinnings the attention they fully deserved.

In normal circumstances I would have moved around to have a better viewpoint up the slope and up her legs, especially as she was holding a magazine up over her face. As it was I didn’t take any sneaky looks, I didn’t move closer, I didn’t do anything which might wake the girls up or show an interest in them. Instead, I waited for the rest of the lads to arrive. The only thing which happened while I was waiting was that big tits put down the magazine and rolled over onto her stomach like her friend, resting her cheek on her hands in the same way.

“Thank you, God,” I said quietly but with genuine gratitude. It was starting to look as if he was with us on this one.

The other guys drifted over and sat around, except Jodi. He stood and looked at the girls and grinned until we were all together. As usual he didn’t seem the slightest bit nervous about things — personally, I could feel my palms getting damp and it wasn’t from the heat. I guess the truth was that if I’d been as clever as Jodi it wouldn’t have done me much good because I’d never have the nerve to follow up on my ideas the way he did. Oh, I’d do what he told me, like the others did what he told them to. The hard part was in not finding an excuse to keep on waiting for a better chance until there was no chance left and being secretly relieved. But not Jodi: he had the incredibly rare ability to just go ahead and do whatever he wanted when he wanted, without thinking twice about it.

Anyway, as soon as we were all sitting there he knelt down, unzipped the top of the bag and took out the net. He spread it out with one of the long sides uppermost and gave one end of the net to Will.

“Andy, you grab the other side. Stand up, stretch it out, then do it. I want the top of the net across their shoulder blades.”

So Will and I did. We stood up, moved apart until the eight foot net was taut and walked towards the girls, Jodi following up and handing out the paint brushes to Micky and Jacko.

“Go!”

We went for them as if we were trying to pin down a pair of leopards that could tear us apart if they got free. We threw the net over both of them, across their backs and down to their calves, and then I dropped down flat alongside the copper nob, enough of the net underneath me so I was lying completely on top of it and stopping it from moving. Will did the same thing on the other side and the net was anchored over both girls so tightly that neither could do anymore than wriggle around.

“What the fuck?” copper nob snapped, and then went into a fit of hysteria as Jacko tickled the sole of one of her bare feet with the scratchy hairs of the cut off paintbrush.

If that reaction was impressive, it was nothing compared to how big tits threw herself around when Micky did the same thing to one of her feet. It was instantly clear how susceptible she was to that sort of stimulation. The way she was twisting and giggling, I thought sure she was going to wet herself.

“OK, that’s enough,” Jodi said.

I was looking over to the other tree and saw the couple underneath it break their clinch for a moment and glance over at us, both of them grinning. They’d heard the girls having their bouts of hysteria, they could see us lying down around them and I guess they must have thought we were a bunch of friends meeting up and having a joke together. It would have been very hard for them to see the thin corded net, even if Will’s body hadn’t been in the way. So they didn’t twig what was really happening and went straight back to their marathon kissing session.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get this off us or I’ll start screaming,” copper nob said loudly.

The next second she was writhing around underneath the net again as Micky and Jacko both went for her soles with their brushes. Then Jodi told them to stop it, pointed at both pairs of feet and waggled his thumbs. The guys began massaging the girls’ soles instead of tickling them, digging their thumbs into their insteps just enough to make it pleasant rather than painful.

I heard another kind of gasp from the redhead, one of surprise, and I tried to see around her mass of hair to the face underneath it. At the same moment she twisted her head around in my direction and I was looking into her greeny colored eyes above a snub nose and pert mouth. Aye, and if looks could have killed I’d have soon been in an even warmer place. She’d got her left elbow caught up in one of the net holes and was desperately trying to get it further out but wasn’t doing anything more than leaving red impression lines on that lovely white skin. She started kicking around with her feet as well, as much as she could, then went into another fit of giggles as she was tickled again. There was a lot of things I could have said but this was the time for Jodi to do the talking. Which he did as soon as we let the copper nob alone long enough to gasp for breath.

“It’s OK girls, it’s OK. We just want to talk to you for a while and we didn’t want you getting up and walking away from us because it was time to go back to work. Relax, we’re not going to hurt you.”

“You’re absolutely mad, you can’t do this,” big tits said. “Come on, get this net off us, or else … ”

“Or else what? Nobody can see it unless they get really, really close and every time you start making a noise we’ll start tickling your feet again. So why not talk about things first before you get all upset? You like having your feet massaged, don’t you?”

The red head was still spitting chips: “You’re mad, you’re fucking mad! Get this thing off us!”

“No. Nice day though, isn’t it?”

The pair of them made a concerted effort to sit up. With my weight on one side of the net and Will’s on the other they were only wasting their energy. Jodi let them struggle for a while, until copper nob started calling out. Instantly Micky and Jacko used the brushes again. I saw the couple underneath the next tree separate their lips and grin at us again as red hair and big tits made noises like a pair of mating cats. Then the pair went back to their own mating habits again. To them it was still all just larking around by a bunch of guys and a couple of chicks.

“We can keep this up as long as you like, ladies,” Jodi said calmly. “You want some more tickling or would you rather lie still and have your feet rubbed?”

“What the hell do you want?” the red head asked between gasps. She was clearly baffled about what was going on or how to deal with it.

“Ah, well, you have to understand that we’re a bunch of perverts who get our kicks out of touching girls’ feet. You wouldn’t deny us that little pleasure, would you?” Jodi’s voice was light and jokey. “After all it’s a nice feeling having your soles stroked, isn’t it?”

“But somebody might come along,” big tits protested.

“So what? Nobody is going to arrest us for obscene foot stroking in a public place, are they?”

He nodded to Micky and Jacko and they set to work again with busy hands on the bare feet in front of them. The big dark girl gave a little hiss of pleasure and we grinned at each other. The first crack in the defenses. Red hair was still whining though and it wasn’t because she was feeling happy.

“Our lunch break is over. We’ve got to go back to work now.”

“Oh no you don’t. That’s why we’ve netted you — because we couldn’t bear to see you both get up and walk away. Just tell your boss it was so hot you both fell asleep in the park and didn’t wake up until it was too late to be worth going back.”

“You’re mad; we’ll get the sack!” Her voice was rising in anger and Jodi made a painting gesture at Jacko. He immediately stopped massaging her soles and scratched her with the brush until she was laughing and begging for mercy at the same time. Jodi finally relented.

“Look, as long as you talk quietly and sensibly nothing like that is going to happen. So how about telling us your names? You with the red hair, what’s yours?”

“Maureen,” she answered, in between gasps as she tried to get her breath back from her latest encounter with the brush.

“Maureen, hey. And what’s your friend’s name?”

Big tits answered for herself: “Sandra — what’s yours?”

Jodi grinned at her challenging response. “Elvis. It’s a big coincidence, that is. Not only is my name Elvis, but all these other guys are also called Elvis. You can have our autographs by and by.”

“You’re mad; raving bloody mad. Somebody is watching this, for sure.”

Jodi leaned back on his heels and made a big performance of holding his hand flat over his eyes, pretending to scan the horizon like a cowboy on the films.

“Hmmm … Well, there’s the County Police Pipe Band over there … Mary Whitehouse has got her binoculars on us … Two Bishops and an Archdeacon next to her … oh yeah, and a TV camera from the BBC outside broadcast unit. Yes, you’re right, we’re the absolute center of attention.”

“There’s a guy and a girl under the next tree, I know that,” Sandra answered back.

“True — very true,” Jodi conceded. “Only they seem to be in a world of their own right now. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they don’t soon go back to work and leave you with us for the afternoon.”

“Look, you’ve had your joke,” Sandra said, clearly trying to sound calm and reasonable. “Now you have to take this net off us.”

“Why?” Jodi asked just as reasonably.

“Because this is crazy,” Maureen piped up. “If you don’t let us go we’ll scream … ”

“Go ahead. Next time you’ll get a tickling that will really drive you crazy.”

There was a silence then as both of them tried to figure their way past that threat. Jodi only sat there and grinned at us as he let them come to terms with the way things were turning out. Maureen put her right hand down her side and clutched at the net. A total waste of time because as long as Will’s weight and mine was still resting on top of it she’d cut her fingers off on the thin nylon cords long before she could lift it up. I noticed she was wearing an engagement ring on the other hand. At the same time Sandra was still talking.

“Look, seriously, what do you lot want?”

“I told you, we just want to rub your feet. No harm in that, is there?”

Maureen said: “Fuck off, you mad bastard!”

“Oh dear, I hate foul mouthed girls. Both brushes for Maureen. Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear: one step, two step, tickle under there!”

The poor red head tried kicking her feet around and much good it did her as Mark and Jacko held her ankles and then started flicking the scratchy bristles up and down her soles. Will leaned over and dabbled his fingers behind one of her knees and I put my right hand over her back and tickled underneath her armpit. She hadn’t had too much breath left in her to start with, so all she could do was to wriggle around helplessly and suck in air in desperate gulps. I honestly thought she was going to faint.

“That’s enough,” I said. “Enough!”

“I don’t know what it is with you girls,” Jodi remarked casually. “All we’re trying to do is put a little fun in your lives and you call us all kinds of dirty names. Why not relax for a while and enjoy the sensation?”

“Go away — leave us alone!” Sandra protested.

“I’m beginning to feel like a door to door salesmen here,” Jodi told her. “Only I’m not selling anything, I’m just trying to give away a little happiness. Let’s see if some more massaging puts you in a better mood.”

Both of the girls made futile little efforts to keep their feet away from the busy fingers behind them, but they weren’t going anywhere, not with six hands to four feet. And despite all the outrage it was soon clear that both of them were finding it an interesting experience to have their soles continually stroked and massaged. Not that Maureen was going to admit it.

“If you think you’re going to get us in the mood for any hanky-panky, you’re wrong.”

Hanky-panky! I nearly bust a gut holding in my laughter and I could see the other guys were in the same way. Jodi’s chin was trembling with self control: “Hanky-panky?” he drawled in an upper class voice. “My dear girl, I haven’t hanked my pank in an absolute age.”

Then we all did burst out laughing, and nobody was laughing more than Sandra. Mind you, I’m not sure if it was because of what Jodi had said or because Jodi had started to run his fingernails lightly up and down her soles.

Meantime I was looking around the park. The courting couple under the next tree were finally picking up their possessions and getting a lot of fun out of brushing bits of grass off each other’s clothes.

Further down the slope it was like an army reluctantly continuing a route march after a rest break: men and women, teenage boys and girls, all slowly getting back to their feet and walking towards the bridge. It was time to go back to the stuffy offices and shops, time to begin a hot afternoon of dreary work. All of them were in total boredom mode with their thumbs up their bums and their minds in neutral. Nobody seemed to have the slightest interest in us or the girls. But there was a woman walking towards us on the grass, middle aged, white blouse, long dark skirt, silly straw hat with flowers on it. She was cutting across the slope towards the top of the pathway and it looked as if she was going to pass close to us. The real bother was that a couple of kids, maybe seven or eight years old, were scampering around her.

I realized why Jodi had started tickling Sandra again when he put his other hand over to one of Maureen’s feet and got her gasping again as well. Not as uncontrollably as before, but enough to stop her from being able to shout out anything.

“You guys next to the girls, put your arms around them.”

I put my arm across Maureen’s shoulders and pressed myself against her as she unwillingly wriggled and giggled. I heard the kids laughing as well, thinking it was great fun to see grownups behaving like kids themselves. I took a swift glance up at exactly the same time as the woman’s gaze turned on us. She saw what she thought was some kind of horseplay going on and immediately looked away. Or maybe she was terrified that it might be foreplay. The kids lingered for a second or two, happily watching Jodi scratching the girls’ feet before they reluctantly scampered away in response to urgent calls of “Rodger, Laurel; Rodger, Laurel.” The middle class must have been passing us by.

Well, God bless the English habit of minding your own business. Once again it had saved the day and I relaxed as I watched the woman, the kids and the courting couple all leaving the area.

Will grinned: “Magic,” he said, and Jodi laughed out loud.

“Well, girls, it looks like it’s just you and us here now.” he said cheerfully. “Everybody else has gone back to work and left you here in our evil clutches.”

“I don’t know anything about what’s going on inside your mad brain,” Sandra protested. “But I know you’d better piss off now before you get into real trouble.”

“From where I’m sitting, you two seem to be the ones having all the trouble,” Jodi pointed out. “You don’t even know how many of us there are yet, do you?”

Which was true. Both of them were almost breaking their necks trying to see above and behind them. I noticed how the dappled rays of sunlight coming through the branches were lighting up Maureen’s hair into pools of deeper red.

“I’ll save you the effort of looking, ladies. There’s five of us and we don’t live in this town, so you’ll never see us again. Which means that it doesn’t really matter what you do for us because nobody else in this place will ever get to hear about it.”

Maureen grunted as Jacko rubbed his thumbs deep into the bottoms of her feet. Mark was massaging Sandra’s feet just as forcefully and I could see that her calves were trembling as if she was cold.

“What are you talking about?” Maureen asked.

“At the moment I’m still trying to explain the situation,” Jodi said. “Your friend here was talking about trouble. Maybe it’s time I showed you pair what real trouble looks like. What we need first though is some privacy. You two guys leave their feet alone now and sit up next to the girls, one on each side. Hold the papers open as if you were reading them. You two lying on the net stay where you are”

As Mark and Jacko collected their newspapers Jodi sat down cross legged between the girls’ head and the tree, then leaned back against the trunk.

“OK, girls, look around you. As much as you can, anyway. Nobody can see us from behind me because of the tree and nobody on either side will be able to see anything because of the open newspapers. I say newspapers but it’s only the News of the Screws — you know what they publish in that, all the stories about what the Vicar did with the choirboys in the vestry. I bet you two never thought you’d be appearing in the middle of that paper with your own little sex scandal, did you?”

“Fuck off!” Maureen said again, though not very loudly. He ignored her.

“Now, since you can’t see behind you, you’ll both have to take my word on this but there’s nobody between us and the river so you can commit whatever lewd acts you like without any worries about embarrassing some poor innocent onlooker. Of course I’ve still got to persuade you to do what I want but I think I can make some good points as to why you should do as you’re told. You see, the News has real big pages which is why it’s good for keeping things private in a public park. But that can be a real nuisance when the wind’s blowing and ruffling them up. So, guys, have you noticed anything unusual about those papers?”

“Yes,” Mark said. “The pages are all pinned together at the sides. The very long kind of pins with a little plastic knob at one end.”

“That’s right,” Jodi agreed. “Spot on, Mr Elvis, you’ve got sharp eyes. A little plastic knob at one end and a very sharp point at the other end. Would you pass one of them over here, please.”

Mark gave him one of the pins and Jodi held it between his knees, where both of the girls could see it. He was like a magician getting ready to demonstrate a trick.

“OK, Maureen and Sandra, I’d just like you both to imagine what would happen if I held your noses while my mates jabbed these into your arses. In fact, I can tell you what would happen, you’d honk like seals at feeding time and you’d be the only ones in the park who knew how much you were hurting. So maybe you’d like to think about that for a while.”

Jodi looked around at us. “You two with the papers, give a pin each to the guys on the net. Guys who get the pins, you stick them where’ll they do the most good. Not deep enough to hurt, mind, just enough so the ladies can feel them pricking.”

Will snorted with laughter as he took a pin from Jacko. I guess he must have pushed it too hard into Sandra’s backside though because she yipped like a puppy having its tail trodden on. Maureen kept on twisting her head around to try and see behind her until she felt my pin being pressed against one of the cheeks of her arse and then she gasped and lay still, mouth hanging open and staring down at the grass.

“Yeah, now they’re starting to get the message. You guys keep those pins there but don’t push them in any harder unless I tell you to.” Jodi jabbed the pin he was holding into a surfaced root. “We’ll leave this one here within reach in case I need it later on. Now, girls, seeing that we’ve saved you from having to work all afternoon, I thought it might be a nice gesture in return for you to play a little game with us. Are you ready?”

“A … a game?” Maureen slowly asked.

“That’s right; a game. It’s called the question and answer game. And before we start I want to make sure you completely understand the rules. I ask each of you a question in turn. If I don’t get an answer or I get the wrong answer you both get a pin jammed up your arse hole. So if you try to get smart you won’t be hurting just yourself, but your friend as well. So, Sandra, here’s your first question. What do you think is the next thing that you’re going to put into your mouth? Here’s a clue.” Jodi rubbed his hand over his crotch. “And remember what happens to both of you ladies if you guess wrong.”

Sandra’s dark skin had flushed to the color of bruised tomatoes and I saw her buttocks instinctively tightening as Will moved the pin down a millimeter.

“Oh God, it’s your cock!”

“No, not God’s but you can think of me as your own personal lord and master for the time being. And because I’m a nice master and you’ve said the right thing you don’t get hurt. OK, next question, what’s the next thing that Maureen’s going to suck on?”

I gave Maureen a tiny little prod with one of the pins and she quacked like a duck landing on a barbed wire fence: “It’s your cock. I’m going to suck your cock as well.”

And that was it, at least as far as the first part of the business was concerned. If either of them had been in a mood to put up an argument Jodi had - as always - found a very effective way of changing their minds. I’d never had much doubt that Sandra would do it, if only for the experience, but I’d thought that Maureen might be more of a problem. Still, what would have been the sense in trying to refuse? We could hurt her as much as we liked and we would have kept on doing it until she surrendered. So I guess she was smart enough to realize that Jodi was holding all the trump cards. He was certainly pleased enough with himself.

“I don’t know why everybody says women are so hard to get along with. Ask them in the right way and there’s nothing they won’t do for you. Isn’t that right, Maureen?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, now we come to the next part of the game. This is something you’ll have to concentrate very hard on. From now on whenever you talk to anybody with a cock you call them ’sir’. Is that clear, Maureen?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered — quickly.

“Is that clear, Sandra?”

“Yes, sir.” Again, no hesitation at all. Sandra was well and truly broken in. Trembling and nervous as hell, but ready to do her best.

Jacko and Mark grinned at each other over the tops of their newspapers and Will winked at me across the girls’ backs. The message was that we’d found ourselves two willing slaves. I lifted my head up and had a quick look around. A few people walking around or still lying under the trees but none near enough to matter. Yippee!

Jodi reached forward and grabbed Sandra’s big nose, then pinched Maureen’s between his thumb and forefinger. “OK, lads, wake them up.”

His description of the noise that the girls made when Will and I jabbed them was spot on — they did honk like seals. But I guess Jodi had already done extensive field trials in applied pinology as a quick and easy way of getting around arguments. He took his hands off the girls’ faces and made a big show about wiping them on the sides of his jeans. Maureen and Sandra were moaning with pain.

“OK, ladies, just to recap on the discussion. Each one of us is a sir to you and both of you are going to take turns at sucking whatever prick is put in front of you. Otherwise you get pricked yourselves, no exceptions. So here’s your next question and it’s for you, Sandra. Are you going to give me a blow job?”

She gulped like a frog catching a fly: “Yes, sir, I am.”

“And are you going to give me a blow job, Maureen?”

Her voice was high pitched, almost a squeal: “Yes, sir, yes!”

Jodi winked at us. “OK, then, let’s get started. You guys with the papers, keep us covered from view as well as you can. If anybody looks as if they’re going to come close to us, you say so, nice and loud, because I might be a bit distracted soon. You guys with the pins, don’t ever prick a girl while she’s got a cock in her mouth. If she doesn’t perform properly I’ll tell you what to do and when. So, let’s try it and see how we get on.”

Our leader glanced around, spread his legs out on either side of Sandra’s head, the left one resting on Maureen’s back, undid his belt, his jeans, and then his zip. He put his hands in the side of the jeans and pushed them down his thighs and over Sandra’s bun of black hair. As he never wore anything under his jeans that left her almost brushing noses with a three quarter erect cock. And even at only three quarter stretch Jodi’s cock was some sight. It certainly made Sandra gasp.

“Come on, let’s get the show on the road,” Jodi ordered. “Grab hold and start sucking.”

She did. She put her right hand up between his thighs and obediently bent her head forward to lick the tip of his cock. It reared up like an animal smelling food and Jodi laughed. Maureen couldn’t see what was happening because her face was close up against Jodi’s leg but she could hear everything, including the snorts of laughter from all the guys at the sight of Sandra slowly pressing her lips down around Jodi’s shaft. He patted her on the back of the head, on top of the bun, then put his hand on top of Maureen’s frizzy mass of hair.

“Your friend’s making a pretty good start, Maureen. She’ll have to do better than this though, otherwise she’ll get a pin all the way up her arse before long. It’s not a decent blow job until she&#