1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

158. The Best Week Of My Life

The Best Week Of My Life_(1)

(1-7)

by scouting4girls

Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Male Male/Teen Female, Spanking, Voyeurism, Wife

Introduction:

From the depths of despair, the only way is up...and up...and up.

Monday

Looking back, it's hard to believe that the best week of my life started out as possibly the worst. And that was on top of a previous week in which my luck had really plunged to an all-time low. Not only had I managed to lose my job, have my car stolen and throw away a grand playing poker, I'd been dumped by my girlfriend just as I'd been on the verge of proposing. So not good, but I remained philosophical.

Being fired, I could handle. Unhappy in my job for the past six months and constantly on the lookout for something better, it could well have do me a favour in the long run. The theft of the black XR3i was harder to take, more for sentimental than monetary reasons. The last link to a rapidly eroding youth, the car had been my most faithful companion for over a decade. The loss of the money I could have done without, given my newfound unemployment, though hopefully the insurance payout would cover the debt.

So whilst they were irksome losses, none were terminal. Unlike the fourth and final indignity when Debbie, my girlfriend of five years, informed me in no uncertain terms that I was history. She gave me a week to pack my things and get the hell out of her life and, no, she didn't want to discuss it. Not only did I lose the lover I'd considered spending the rest of my life with, but the roof over my head too. So when things get that bad, they can only get better, right? Well, not immediately as it transpired.

Cycling back from football practice late that evening, with the iPod on full blare, in my troubled state of mind I failed to notice the big black beamer edging out of the junction, and its driver evidently hadn't noticed me. With no chance to brake or swerve, there was literally nowhere to go. Crunch. The front wheel buckled immediately upon impact, sending the back wheel and my sorry arse into orbit, body arcing through the air in slow motion like something out of a dream sequence.

Fortuitously - or surely I'd not be here now to tell the tale - on the downward descent a part of my anatomy glanced off the car. That upended my rapidly descending body so that the left knee took the brunt of the impact upon touchdown with the ground. And that I guess saved my sorry life. Though that's not to say it wasn't possibly the most painful thing I've ever had the misfortune to witness in thirty years on earth, especially when combined with the shock. However, my pained howling was surpassed by the banshee wail of the strawberry blonde teenaged driver in corduroys and padded jacket who jumped theatrically from the vehicle, hand on mouth. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, what have I done?" she repeated mantra-like.

Clutching a bloodstained and throbbing knee I glanced up, cursing through grtitted teeth. My mobile phone and iPod shattered in pieces on the ground around me, I urged her to call an ambulance. Through the haze of pain, I heard a mumble about the battery being dead. The road desolate, after gaining a semblance of composure the young girl reached down to help me up. A hand resting on her shoulder I hopped forward, every step like a hammer blow to the kneecap. With a huge exhalation I fell onto the back seat of the huge car and curled up in the foetal position. "My mum's a nurse, she'll know what's best," she heralded breathlessly. "Just hang on, and we'll be home in no time."

Her words offered a crumb of comfort and, with the pain levelling out numbly, I observed in the rearview mirror that she was a pretty, albeit scared, young thing. Quite how one so young came to be in possession of a powerful BMW, God only knew. Tiny pale hands shaking on the steering wheel, her eyes were puffy from weeping. One could be forgiven for thinking she was the victim rather than the perpetrator. "We'll be there soon," she promised, as if I were at death's door. "What's your name?"

"Steven," I groaned.

"I-I-I-I'm Ally."

Little time for pleasantries, I tried my best not to bleed all over the seat of the nice car, holding a rapidly reddening handkerchief to the torn and gaping wound. A relatively short journey seemed to take forever as Ally continued to offer reassurances. Easing into a driveway the girl alighted briskly with a vow to come back straight away with help. Keeping her word, she returned with an older woman, presumably her mother. In my pained state, I assessed they were probably teenaged and mid thirties respectively. The older woman's hair was a redder hue than her daughter's, dancing at her shoulders as she bent into the car to survey the grumbling patient.

Between the pair they hobbled me inside the house and onto a warm soft sofa. Seeing my ripped and bloodstained jeans for the first time in a proper light, immediately the girl burst into tears, fleeing the room as her mother assumed control of the situation. Locating a pair of scissors she started to snip away at the denim. As my leg jerked, the pain became unbearable, and I hissed and spat until I was told in no uncertain terms to act like a man, not a boy.

So I did, peering down the front of the woman's blouse as she bent forward over me. Unbuttoned at the neck, the tops of a pair of smooth, rotund and lightly freckled breasts, clad cosily in a lacy cream half-cup bra, were clearly visible down the front. A welcome sight, a less welcome tightening grasped my groin. "I'm Alison's mother," she said, almost catching me peeking as our eyes locked for a second. "Bonnie."

"Steven," I replied with a grimace, eyes drawn once more to the matronly bosom.

I caught a half-smile, a brief acknowledgement on her mature yet pretty face and in those piercing emerald eyes. Leaving the delectable titfest on display, Bonnie continued her snipping, careful not to inflict further pain on the crocked knee. Working around the site of the wound, up my thigh and finally cutting the waist, she eased aside the flaps of ruined rhubarb-stained denim to reveal a garish and bruised wound. "Ouch," she mouthed, "that looks nasty. We'll need to get you along to the hospital, I'm afraid Steven."

"Anything you can give me till then," I appealed, forcing a pained expression.

She smiled knowingly. "I'll dress it for you and fetch some painkiller."

I thanked her, wincing as she departed, feeling like a young cub deprived of its mother. Barely daring to look at the injury, a sense of morbid curiosity made me unable to stop myself. The flesh on the kneecap was shredded, some bone visible. Leaning back, I let go a huge yelp, stopping only when my attention was drawn elsewhere. Cocking an ear, I could hear raised voices in the next door room. Glancing around the well kept lounge, the women were visible to me in a large mirror that was tilted at just the right angle. I could see everything going on in the kitchen from this position on the sofa. "Daddy is going to be so mad, he's going to kill me," cried Ally, her eyes red-ringed.

"And so he should," replied Bonnie, stern-faced.

Ally's legs collapsed beneath her and she curled up, whimpering at her mother's feet. Surveying the sorry scene, I actually began to feel guilty for having been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Leaving her daughter cowering on the floor, Bonnie returned with a bowl of warm water and a little green first aid box bearing a white cross on the side. Using cotton wool and surgical spirit to clean the wound and disperse the congealed mass of almost black blood, she offered words of comfort as I sucked hard at the air. Padding and sealing the wound, she took me by surprise by stroking my upper thigh, congratulating me on my bravery and how big and strong I'd been.

I smiled a little uncomfortably, saying it was nothing really. Oh but it was, she gushed and I was very big and very strong, she repeated, lips parting ever so slightly, almost seductively. Her soothing palms massaged higher, causing me to exhale then blush a deep scarlet. Mesmerised as those lovely tits jiggled seductively inside the blouse, the nipples seemed to inflate to press at the light material. It was way beyond the call of duty but I wasn't complaining.

Her hands felt good there, really good, causing my cock to up another notch. Concealed inside a baggy pair of boxer shorts, it rose to touch the material and I thought for a moment she might just slide a hand inside the hem. Instead Bonnie issued an unsubtle lustful little sigh before dispensing the glass of cold water and the painkillers and lightly touching my brow. "You'll live, Steven," she whispered, standing to pirouette and exit.

Almost immediately the sedatives kicked in, doubtless super strength hospital issue and I began to feel heady - and not a little horny. Her arse, as it wiggled off, was damn near perfect, not too big, not too small, showcased nicely in a pair of skin tight jeans. The sight made me forget the pain entirely, my whole groin tingling with lust. No time to reflect further, however, the front door burst open and, in the mirror's reflection, young Ally jumped to her feet with a frightened squeal as in breezed a huge red-bearded man who resembled an angry grizzly. Acting swiftly, Bonnie wedged in between the pair. "No, Ray," she appealed as this man-monster snarled at their cowering daughter.

"What the hell's happened to my damned car? How many times have I told you?" he bellowed, causing Ally's pretty face to contort and the tears to flow readily once more.

I began to feel even more sorry for the girl, almost willing to accept responsibility for the accident if somehow it got her off the hook. But I was confined to the sofa, able only to spectate. The girl's show of contrition cut little ice with her stern-faced father who continued the tirade, brushing aside his wife with an easy backhand before bearing down on the frightened looking teenager. "No, daddy, no," she begged.

What happened next, reflected back in its full glory from the full length mirror, shocked me a hundred times more than the moment I'd hit the ground earlier. My mouth fell agape as suddenly Ray reached out to Ally's slender wrists, pulling her to him. A whimper met the onslaught, combined with a token yet fruitless struggle. Powerless to resist Ally was hauled across her father's firm knee as he took to a wooden chair.

My eyes bulged as her corduroys were wrestled down effortlessly to expose a soft pair of thighs and tight bum. Ally kicked her feet and scratched out but it was a futile show of resistance against the strong assailant. Hooking his thumbs through the side strings of a sexy black thong, Ray eased the skimpy black garment to the backs of his daughter's knees as the poor girl wriggled like a grounded eel. "No, daddy, please daddy, mummy help me," she begged as Bonnie looked on impassively.

My eyes weren't the only things to bulge at the sight, a now rockhard cock prodding at my boxers as matters unfolded in reflected view. Shaking my head to clear a cinfused brain, I couldn't quite believe what I seemed to be witnessing. Surely the delirium of the accident or the effect of the painkillers had induced some weird kind of hallucination. But no, it was happening, an act as equally shocking in modern day society as for some it was erotic. One final plea for clemency from the girl falling upon deaf ears, Ally clenched her butt in readiness as the big man raised a paw shoulder high.

I looked on aghast as it cut through the air like a cleaver, impacting on the girl's soft buttocks with a loud crack. Her body jerked and a screech pierced the stillness of the house. The first resounder was quickly followed by a volley of spanks, each increasing in intensity and each counted out breathlessly from one to ten by the petite strawberry blonde, as if this was a well rehearsed scenario. My incredulity matched only by a burgeoning desire, it was hard not to reach for my pulsing cock. They might or might not have realised it, but I could see everything that was going on in reflected glory. Above Ray's heightened breathing as he went about the task with ardour, Ally implored: "No more, daddy, pleeeeeeeeease no more daddy."

It came as quite some disappointment to me when he acceded to the wish, allowing the tearful girl to climb off his lap. Almost subconsciously, inside my boxers I found my fingers drawing back and forth the foreskin of my cock over a bulging purple head. Taking her husband aside, Bonnie stepped up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. In the mirror I could see her pointing my way. Quickly I pulled the hand out and hoped my cock would shrink back quickly.

The punished Ally looked on sheepishly, hopping from foot to foot, hands rubbing at her stung buttocks. Seeing Ray come striding my way, quickly I shifted position to try to conceal the erection. Sinking into the sofa like some errant boyfriend that had gotten his daughter pregnant and was about to face the wrath, I swallowed hard. "Thank you, daddy, thank you, sir," mouthed Ally, before seeking refuge within her mother's expansive bosom.

Looking up as Ray marched in, immediately I was aware of the formidable, towering presence. With disdain he surveyed the injury to my knee, a tiny drop of blood having formed in the centre of the makeshift bandage. "Ach, it's little more than a scratch," he scoffed dismissively, unappreciative of the full extent of the injury. "You'll be right as rain in the morning."

Though I couldn't have agreed less, I nodded, fearing he might get physical with me next. Yet he simply paced the room, scratching at a wiry ginger beard and muttering under his breath. Our eyes met and I cowered before remembering that I was the injured party in all of this. Joined by mother and daughter, they stood idly in the shadow of the larger-than-life patriarch. As Ally made an apologetic face my way, Ray bellowed: "Well girl, what have you got to say to the man?"

A hesitant Ally stepped out of the shadow, lips pursed. "Um, I-I'm r-really s-sorry, sir," she stammered, shrugging her shoulders before quickly retracting into little-girl-in-touble mode and her mother's side

All three pairs of eyes stared unerringly my way, seemingly awaiting a response. "No...um, that's okay, really it is," I replied, wanting nothing more than to get away from this weird household as soon as possible. "Look, I...I'll go and..."

My sentence remained unfinished as Ray scrubbed at his wiry red bristles, looking unsure, hesitant even. "Erm I know this is asking a lot...but little miss careless driver here isn't insured to drive her daddy's car...She's not even old enough to drive it."

Oh great, was my immediate thought. Bang goes any chance of compensation. More tears welled up in Ally's eyes as, clinging on to her mother, she implored my assistance. Bonnie too begged with those emerald eyes, using every feminine wile in the book to appeal to my better nature. "Okay, let me get this straight, Ally's not yet seventeen?"

"She's not even sixteen," Ray boomed.

"It's quiet round here, not much traffic," added Bonnie by way of explanation.

"That's not the point!" her husband bellowed.

Damn right, I thought as Bonnie cradled the teenager protectively. Fifteen! From my prone position I couldn't help but check out once more Bonnie's gorgeous breasts, straining against a taut blouse. In the excitement, they seemed to have grown an extra cup size and the nipples ever more rampant, virtually sprouting through a cotton front that was stained by Ally's tears. Noticing my unsubtle attention, she jiggled them seductively, hoping no doubt to win favour and succeeding as a tingle of pleasure spread through my groin. Torn between lust and a sense of justice, I prevaricated. "Hmmm, I don't know..." I began, prompting another display of tears from Ally. "You mean you want me to lie?"

As Bonnie comforted her quivering daughter, Ray scratched his whiskers, as if unsure. "I guess so."

Despite encountering a less than receptive listener in me, he continued: "If we were all to agree, say, that it was me driving and not Ally, the insurance company will pay up, no questions asked. If not..."

He let the words hang, the implication obvious. I shifted into an upright position, carefully considering the options. A man of previous good integrity with a strident sense of fairplay, I had little regard for what more or less amounted to fraud. Yet on the other hand, if it got the poor little Ally out of a tough spot and smoothed the way to my personal injury claim, I could just about justify it to a tough conscience. Ray and Bonnie sat down on the adjacent sofa, giving the full concerned parents' act, awaiting my response, whilst Ally stood in the middle of the room, sucking her thumb like a naughty schoolgirl. Which was, to all intents and purposes, what she was.

My eyes darted from the frightened teenager to her expectant parents and back again. Just fifteen years old, the girl looked so vulnerable, so like a frightened rabbit in the headlights - an unfortunate analogy I might add. "Please Steven," she begged. "I'm going to be in so much trouble..."

I nodded slowly, hating the dilemma. Ally continued to plead and finally, grudgingly, a sense of common decency got the better of me. "Hmmm, okay, I'll go along with it..."

Smiles illuminated the room, followed by a rapid expulsion of air from Ally's lungs. "Oh thank you, thank you Steven," she gushed, exchanging a glance with her father, a glance that prompted a silent nodded response.

The tears having evaporated, she moved towards me. Unzipping, the cords crumpled down her shapely young legs. Reaching to loosen the thong from her hips, the teenager stepped out of the skimpy black triangle, kicking it aside and moving even closer. Before I realised what was happening or had time to wonder at a gorgeous thatch of pubic hair, the girl was spreadeagled across my lap, head one side, strawberry blonde hair flailing, her toes brushing the carpet on the other side. Careful not to press down too hard near the throbbing and painfully numb knee, she wiggled her cute little backside, gazing up and aside with a doe-eyed innocence that belied a latent sexuality. At the same time, I fought to control the overwhelming urges that had suddenly taken me captive. "No really, this isn't necessary," I protested, in genuine embarrassment.

"Give her ten of the best," commanded Ray from the other sofa.

I shrugged, unable to bring myself to. "It's for the best," averred Bonnie, hugging her husband and fluttering her eyelashes my way.

"No look, really..." I said with a gulp.

"It's how we do things in this family," added Ray.

"Punish me, Steven," implored Ally's little voice. "I've been a naughty little girl and I need to be spanked."

I swallowed a lump the size of a golf ball as her girlish eyes locked on mine. The teenager smiled reassuringly, as if to say this really was what she needed. Still I hesitated though, unsure of myself, and it needed another prompt from Bonnie to animate me. Hand rising and wavering in the air, still I held back. No doubting, this was one hell of a bizarre set up I'd stumbled upon. Yet, despite everything, I felt the overwhelming urge to spank this young girl and help right the wrong. That or the accident and the drugs had warped a normally rational mind.

Glancing up I noticed Ray and Bonnie looking on with bated breath and, rather disconcertingly indiscreetly fondling one another. Ally issued an assured nod, at the same time presenting her cute young arse. Wow, it was such an alluring sight, the cheeks so damned peachy and firm - and spankable. Just visible through clenched thighs, a wisp of light pubic hair and a hint of pink labia caught my attention. Stealing a breath, I closed my eyes and went for it. The first smack barely grazed an arse still flushed and imprinted from Ray's earlier manhandling. "One," counted Ally, pressing her pussy into my lap.

"For Christ's sake, harder!" bellowed Ray, lip curling as Bonnie's fingers traced his cock through the trousers.

By way of incentive, as my eyes opened, once more Ally wiggled those delectable spank-me-please arsecheeks. The second smack was more manful, cracking the flesh and causing Ally to suck in a lungful of air before counting 'two'. "Harder!" commanded her sadistic father, cock outlined clearly as Bonnie caressed the bulge.

I exhaled with purpose, head spinning and becoming hugely aroused. The next eight spanks swished down in rapid succession, making the teenager's arse jerk and her back arch. Leaving an indelible though smaller handprint in the flesh, each blow was dutifully counted out through gritted teeth. As Ally whimpered and writhed in my lap, a throb of dull pain reverberated through my knee yet it was nothing compared to the throb of pleasure around my groin. Glancing down, it became apparent that my cockhead had popped through the fly of the boxers. Precum glazed the proud purple tip and I could barely comprehend how hard I was - as hard as young Ally was wet. As she wriggled and rubbed rhythmically, sticky juices coated my thigh. Breathing lustily, seemingly she implored further attention.

Glancing across, my spanking of their daughter had had a similar effect on Ray and Bonnie. Under normal circumstances I'd have been surprised at what greeted my eyes yet these were far from normal circumstances. Shimmying out of her jeans and panties, Bonnie stretched back on the sofa, calves laid across Ray's legs, thighs apart and back arched. Ray elevated her legs by the heels and, head buried, began to slurp slavishly at her pussy. I watched aghast as his head bobbed and Bonnie moaned, biting her lower lip. Gorgeous tits in her hands, she squeezed the bulging nipples through the thin blouse whilst looking alluringly my way, pretty face shielded with lust.

Having stopped the spanking, I was caught off guard as Ally's hand crept up to fish out and take a firm hold on my rockhard shaft. Up and down her tiny hand stroked as she enthused at how big I was. Well, I'm pretty average, but it never does a guy any harm to hear that, especially when it comes from a nubile teenaged beauty. Pressing back into the couch, my eyes rolled as the teenaged lovely on my lap toyed with the solid tool. "Thank you for my punishment, sir," she mouthed. Blind to what was happening on the other sofa, but evidently hearing the panting, she implored: "What are my parents doing, sir? Please tell me."

Drawn irrevocably into this crazy charade, I hesitated momentarily before answering incredulously: "Your daddy is eating out your mummy's pussy."

The girl groaned wantonly, then I did too as she began to tug my prick more purposefully, working the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head. The eager fist pumped up and down, complemented by gushing compliments on my dimensions. I shook my head from side to side, trying desperately to rationalise. Surely this was some kind of dream from which I'd wake any second. Maybe I'd been hurt far worse in the accident than I first realised and this was a coma. Yet, it seemed real enough.

Bonnie's elongated sighs filled the room as Ray's tonguetip flicked then excavated inside, probing at a doubtless swollen clit. I watched as Bonnie trembled, hands on the back of Ray's head, guiding him towards her most receptive spot. Her whimpers of delight and the manner in which her jugs jiggled hypnotically were a pleasure to behold. Momentarily rising for air, Ray displayed a broad grin, lips and beard slick with his wife's copious cuntjuice, the scent of arousal wafting over to cling to the air beneath my nostrils.

Not entirely sure what to do next, I improvised by reaching under to locate Ally's near nipple through the top. A good cup size or two below her mother's melons, nonetheless they were sculpted perfectly to fit a slim and athletic young body. As I rolled the teat between thumb and forefinger, causing it to swell noticeably, she let out a gutteral sigh, grinding that wet pussy into my lap more vigorously.

All so surreal, my eyes darted from the cherubic teenaged face to her parents like a spectator at a tennis match. Shifting positions on the adjacent sofa, Bonnie tore off the blouse to finally reveal the sweetest pair of tits imaginable. Virtually free from sag, yet 100% natural, massive aureolae spread out from the perkiest erect pink nipples. As she stood and moved in front of her husband to allow me a full frontal view, a cute triangle of trimmed ginger pubic hair was unveiled, plump pink pussy lips beneath issuing a little kiss.

Retracting his fly, Ray's thick manhood was visible momentarily before his eager wife reversed and impaled with a groan. I watched with a clear view as the fat shaft slid in inch by inch until she was sat on his balls, legs dangling either side. Holding his wife's hips and pumping from behind, Ray glanced over Bonnie's shoulder as his daughter rubbed her pussy hard on my thigh and mewled. Her back pressing into her husband's strong chest, head turning to accept a sloppy French kiss, Bonnie squealed as the thick tool pistoned in and out.

"What's happening now, sir?" Ally entreated from my lap.

"Your mum is getting fucked hard by your dad," I replied, barely able to believe the words that spilled from my lips. Surely the dream would end soon and I'd awake in a hospital bed. Their grunts and pants filling the room proved too much for Ally. Fighting to break free from my hold she implored: "Oh God please let me see. Please sir."

Grinning wickedly and getting into the game, I held the teenager in position over my lap, denying her the pleasure of witnessing her father's meaty cock sawing deep inside her mother's willing pussy, and of her mother's spectacular breasts bouncing rhythmically. From Bonnie's animalistic grunts, it was as if Ray knew precisely where to aim his cock to inflict the maximum pleasure. Bonnie took each deep pounding in that hot cunt, moaning as if being tortured.

Down below on my lap, Ally purred, my act of control and domination making her wetter still, my thighs greasy with teenage lovejuice. Heaping on more pressure, both ohysically and mentally, I enthused: "Oh God Ally, your daddy is fucking your mummy's pussy sooooooo hard."

"Oh yesssssss," she sighed, grinding harder.

My commentary and Ally's enthusiastic response raised appreciative smiles from the couple copulating opposite. Observing my taking complete control of his compliant little daughter, Ray increased the fervent thrusts, slamming so deep inside his wife's hot cunt I was sure he'd pierce her womb. Trying my luck and anxious to test the limits, I had a thought. "Ray, I want you to feel those lovely tits of Bonnie's," I barked, seizing further control. "I want to see you squeeze her nipples hard."

A grin visible through the red brush of whiskers, Ray obeyed unquestioningly, moulding the spectacular orbs with a huge pair of paws. Bonnie moaned and groaned, mouthing over what a bad, bad boy I was. I grinned back, commenting that I hoped to show her real soon just how bad I could be. Bonnie threw back her head, willing the moment, mouth filled by her husband's ox-like tongue.

As the man of the house pinched the nipples so hard they looked close to popping, a pained wail spilled from his wife's lips. Riding the thick shaft for all she was worth, flesh slapped upon flesh as the couple thrashed about, squeals of lust deafening my ears. Turning his attention to her neck, Ray's wiry beard scratched at the soft flesh as he sucked. As Bonnie let out a piercing scream, on my lap Ally frigged herself against my thigh whilst still begging: "Let me see. Please let me see, sir."

As she twisted to try to gain a vantage point, I held her forcibly in place on my lap. Smack! Smack! Smack! My blows crashed down on her cute little bottom. "Owwwwweeeeee. Oh God yes...punish me, sir...hurt me more."

"Count them, bitch!" I ordered, having become so embroiled in the scene that rational thought had all but evaporated.

Ally breathed deep. "Yes sir, sorry sir," she apologised. "Four...five...six..."

As she spread her thighs and arched her back, the air brushed over my lap, slick with her cloying nectar. I smiled before plunging two fingers into the wet and inviting pussy. She cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure at the indignity. Bent into a claw, the eager digits worked the ultra sensitive clit, eliciting huge sighs of pleasure in the young schoolgirl.

Switching randomly between frigging her pussy wildly and spanking her arse, I worked young Ally up into a frenzy of lust, her fervent panting intensifying to drown out even her mother's groans. By now, Bonnie was so wet and the fucking had become so furious that Ray's cock kept slipping out and onto her belly. Sliding it back inside for a renewed onslaught, Bonnie rode hard as Ray glanced over her shoulder, eyes full of lust as he watched me work my fingers in and out of his daughter's wet young cunt. "You like that Ray, huh?" I baited, his smile dreamy and benign like he'd been tranquilised.

As Ally's fist, still wrapped tightly around my shaft, brought me close to the edge, some choice expletives spilled from my lips as I bucked against the tiny palm. A glance at the couple opposite told me they were close too, Ray's thick tool slipping once again from his wife's gaping pussy. Reaching down to masturbate the thick cock, coated generously in her own juices, Bonnie conferred upon her husband the orgasm he craved, a spurt of cum firing up her tummy, as high as her expansive tits. Bonnie milked three more voluminous jets before he was done. Smearing the bounty all over her melons and nipples, before sucking the excess from her fingertips. Yet it was obvious Bonnie too yearned for relief. Compliantly Ray shoved three fat fingers between her legs to reciprocate, stabbing away furiously and finally bringing Bonnie to such an intense orgasm as to make the room physically shake.

Hearing her mother caught in the throes of orgasm yet denied the pleasure of witnessing it, Ally's body jerked as the climax induced by my urgent fingering took hold. Her little hand blurred on the shaft as my head swam. Moaning my approval, I shifted position to allow the girl to work the rockhard cock to the base. Up and down she rubbed, almost pulling the damn thing off. The last to cum, I could hold back no longer, feeling my balls constrict.

I watched through the haze as sloppily Bonnie climbed from Ray's lap, kneeling down behind her daughter, eyes locked on mine whilst stroking Ally's hair. Lifting the fleshy cum-stained orbs, Bonnie rested them on Ally's back with a squelch, grinning lustily up my way. As Ally's hand went numb with exertion, it eased off and I took my own pleasure in hand, masturbating purposefully.

Then finally I came. Oh God, how I came. It arced high like a lasso, lashing Bonnie's lips and cheeks and even slashing her red hair. A second wad, aimed lower, hit those lovely tits square on, adding to Ray's bounty. I jerked the remainder on Ally's back, breathing in starts. Bonnie licked her lips, swallowing what was on her face with absolute relish, before cupping a boob and raising it, feeding the clinging semen to her hungry lips. A talented tongue worked all the way around the outer flesh of the mammary, scooping up the spunk, to the inner aureola and grazing each nipple as she sucked. Finally she bent to vacuum up the puddle on Ally's spine, finishing off by kissing her prone daughter's neck tenderly.

"I think we'd better get you cleaned up, Steven," she grinned as her daughter was finally allowed to climb from my lap, a hand trailing my cheek in thanks.

Tossing her arms around my neck, Ally moved to kiss me, our lips brushing then moulding. As we embraced, I felt her mouth open, allowing my tongue to glide inside the soft glossed lips. Hotly she moaned back into my mouth as our tongues danced. Frankly I was loving the attention. But then she eased away towards her mother. I watched as the pair carefully eased aside my thighs, their two mouths vacuuming any excess cum from around a rapidly softening cock. Oh that felt so good, the perfect way to end.

Yet what happened next left me stunned and questioning my own morality. Mother and daughter turned to one another and kissed deep, tongues twirling and snowballing my cum back and forth. Wow, they looked so damned good together like that. In fact they looked so good incredibly my cock started to harden once more. Grinning, Bonnie told her daughter to go climb on daddy's lap. Obediently Ally threw herself into the strong welcoming arms.

And still they never ceased to shock and amaze me in equal measure. With young Ally facing us, Ray reached around to spread apart his daughter's slick labia, allowing his wife, who'd shuffled over on her knees, to lap up the excess juices that stained Ally's inner thighs and pussy. I watched mesmerised as Bonnie's tongue slipped inside her daughter's hot wet cunt, licking and slurping. A pleasant final memory for the evening, at that moment the painkillers and my exertions took full effect, my head lolling...

And that was how the best week of my life got underway, in the company of the Tranter family. Shortly after, Bonnie accompanied me to the hospital, waiting tirelessly whilst the medics went to work. The scan revealed a hairline fracture of the patella, following which a plaster cast was fitted and I limped out on crutches in the early hours. However, despite the time and the inconvenience, all the way home I could hardly take my eyes off Bonnie's chest, glancing across covetously throughout the jorney.

As we pulled up outside my flat, she leaned over to deliver a parting kiss and I made a move, squeezing those gorgeous breasts hard. Mmm, I'd wanted to do that ever since first laying my eyes upon the woman. Bonnie moaned, letting me paw away to my heart's content for a minute or so before easing back. "Another time, Steven," she whispered, tired-sounding, taking my hand and scribbling her number on the back in marker pen. "Stay in touch."

Oh I intended to!

In the next episode of The Best Week of my Life...

Steven Mills moves back to the bungalow of his parents and fourteen-year old youngest sister Sophie.

A decade since he left home, Steven discovers Sophie has developed somewhat in the meantime.

When the parents are unexpectedly called away to visit a dying relative, Sophie is left in charge of his care.

Taking him aside, the blonde teenager enquires if two of her friends can stay over.

With his newfound sexual liberation, Steven finds himself looking forward to the next few days with relish.

And he might even find time to see the Tranter women again, and resolve other aspects of his life.

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Introduction:

Tuesday marks a return home to his sweet teenaged sister.

Tuesday

It was hard to believe, but the broken knee I'd suffered in the previous evening's accident actually had its advantages. Unable to climb the stairs at the flat, the next day I found myself in my parents' care. Unconditionally taken back under their wing, they agreed to let me live in their bungalow, along with my youngest sister Sophie, until I was back on my feet. Just as well, for my ex-girlfriend Debbie had given me a week to vacate the flat. At least this way I'd have a roof over my head for six to eight weeks. Despite being an independent soul in my 'former life', as Tuesday progressed, I grew to love the fuss and attention, especially when it came from the lovely Sophie.

Soon settled into a convalescent routine, the morning drifted idly by. Then, at lunchtime, something happened to turn things on their head. A call came through that mum's sister, Aunt Edith, was at death's door. And so, practically as soon as I'd arrived, my doting parents were gone. Between us, Sophie and I convinced them we could cope. My sister's assuredness cheered me, though I soon discovered a vested interest: she planned to take advantage of the situation by having two friends over.

From my couch, I overheard her on the telephone, busily making excited plans. First up was Jessie, the call accompanied throughout by giggling. Quite what they had planned, God only knew, but I suspected - and secretly hoped - that it involved a sleepover. Then it was on to her other pal Gina, but with less success, so Sophie left a message. And then it was over to me with all doe-eyed innocence. "You don't mind, do you Steven? Only we're off to the seaside together tomorrow morning and it would be nice to get together first."

I could hardly object, could I? I was, after all, the grateful guest, and she lived here. Besides which, sharing living space with three teenaged girls was hardly the modt horrid prospect in the world. "So what are these friends of yours like?" I enquired a little later, matter-of-factly so as to exude an air of cool seniority and avoid sounding too interested in underage girls. Though the fact was that Ally Tranter had unleashed in me an unquenchable desire for sweet young flesh.

"In what way?" Sophie enquired, the words accimpanied by a coquettish smile and the twiddling a few strands of blonde hair around a slender index finger.

I meant, of course, what did they look like? Sophie knew I wasn't interested in whether they were kind to animals or their predicted grades at school. I was, after all, a normal hot-blooded guy with the usual urges, albeit those urges had started running dangerously out of control after my liaison with the Tranters. Already once already during this brief convalescence, I'd hauled my body up to sneak a peek on Sophie getting changed in her room. Gaining welcome brief flashes of her undergarments, my yearning was satiated temporarily, though I craved more, so much more.

"Mmm, tell you what, Steven, I can show you," she imparted with a giggle, adding with a scrunched-up nose: "What my friends look like, that is."

Five minutes later the laptop was on my lap, nudging an already semi-aroused cock. Leaning over me closely, Sophie's girliish aroma filled my nostrils. As she bent, a budding pair of breasts jiggled inside the shirt, a hint of lace-clad flesh visible through the gap in the buttons. Oh how I could just reach over and cup those lovely pert tit mounds. My breathing upped a notch whilst my bloated penis head grazed the bottom of the computer. As she moved, Sophie's left breast brushed my cheek, accompanied by a gentle feminine gasp, causing a tingle to spread warmly around my groin.

Seemingly unaware of the effect her presence was having on me, Sophie clicked on one of the files, revealing several thumbnails. She clicked again, setting the screen blossoming with colour. The picture was of Sophie and her friends taken during a winter school holiday. Another little shiver of excitement teased my groin, though all three girls were fully decent. It was, I guessed, a combination of knowing these nubile girls would be sharing the bungalow for the next two days and my newfound burgeoning sexdrive.

Gina, Sophie pointed out, was the tallest of the three, a statuesque raven haired beauty with a catwalk-like demeanour and a crooked Julia Roberts-esque smile. The thick orange sweater offered no clue as to the delights that lay beneath, though Sophie let slip gigglingly that her friend wore a double D cup. Sophie herself was in the middle in the photo, as cute as a button as her long blonde hair stretched like tentacles in the breeze. In a padded white ski coat, she looked a vision of virginal innocence. The third girl, Jessie, looked younger than her friends, a petite vision in rectangular glasses. Her anorak was open at the front to reveal a grey sweatshirt. My curiosity piqued sufficiently, I wondered whether Sophie had any other pictures, perhaps taken at a less inclement time of year and with more flesh on display.

At that moment the phone rang and Sophie left my side momentarily to pick it up. Evidently it was Gina, returning the message. Thinking fast, I reduced the screen, eyes scanning for other files that might feed the insatiable hunger. One was entitled 'Sophie – private'. Well that was enough to warrant further investigation. Checking she was still engaged on the phone, I clicked. This action created three fresh thumbnails. Glancing up to check the coast was clear, my heart raced with anticipation and the fear of getting caught. The screen expanded with colour once more, the resultant image causing a severe exhalation of breath and bug-eyed expression to form on my face. Having been content to uncover a bikini snap or even one in t-shirt and shorts, somehow this pushed the boundaries to their limits.

There before my eyes, in all her naked glory and on the very couch I was seated, was young Sophie, posing for the camera like something out of a top shelf magazine. Her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, my eyes feasted on her breasts, a perfect b-going-on-c-cup and as firm and ripe as two peaches. By the way her pretty pink nipples stood to attention, either it was extremely cold or she was extremely excited. Moving my eyes slowly down her body, past the ladylike expanse at the hips, I fixed on the most beautiful snatch, lightly brushed with soft straw-coloured wispy hair. Oh this was absolute heaven, a real discovery, and I only wished there were more time to savour the delight. My appreciative eye noted that her pussy lips were plump and pouty with a feint glistening of arousal.

Quickly I exed out of the image, frightened of discovery, though the conversation with Gina seemed in full, unstoppable flow, and there might yet be time to open a second file. The screen expanded to reveal Sophie taken from an aerial view, stretched out the length of the couch, legs parted, heels resting on the padded arm. Lips parted seductively as if moaning, one hand cupped a breast whilst the other had strayed between her legs. Impossible to tell whether she was fingering herself, the look on her otherwise innocent features suggested she might well be.

To my amazement and delight, the conversation with Gina showed no sign of concluding, so guiltily I moved to the third and final thumbnail, only too aware of how hard I'd become when my cock almost tried to burrow up through the laptop like a drill. But it was worth it. And whoa, the third picture in the file was the best yet, very nearly making me cum there and then. Sophie was still prone, but her back was now arched, pushing her pussy up level with her feet. Elbows tight to her hips, the fingers of each hand held her pink pussy lips apart obscenely to reveal a distended and swollen clit. It appeared as if she'd been frigging mercilessly, so sopping wet had her cunt become. I found myself panting with heated desire before having to remind myself that this was my young - and underage - sister.

Hearing the telephone conversation come to an abrupt end, quickly I scrambled to restore the original picture, trying to act as naturally as possible despite the throbbing cock between my clenched thighs. Returning to my side, Sophie lifted up the laptop clear, bringing welcome relief to my crushed appendage. Closing down and signing out, she sniffed pointedly at the air around me, causing me to flinch. "Poo, I'm sorry Steven, but you're going to have to freshen up before my friends arrive."

Her eyes lingered longer than was natural on my crotch, the outline of the unrelenting hard-on freely visible. "It's not my fault," I protested. "You try showering with this on," I added, knocking the plaster cast with my knuckles.

Sophie departed with a shake of the head, and moments later I heard a tap running, wondering what she had in mind. Returning with a bowl of steaming water, some towels, a flannel and a bar of soap, she placed one of the towels at my feet. Hand linking in mine, she helped me shuffle from the couch as I did my best to conceal the unrelenting stiffie inside my boxer shorts. "Okay Mr Stinky, get that t-shirt off."

I hesitated, suddenly reticent.

"Oh come on, I'm your sister..."

That was the problem. As she squeezed my hand, I tried my hardest not to picture her naked like in the photos - which was impossible of course. Sophie bit her lip in an innocent kind of way, but that just made matters worse. "Okay BIG brothher, it's about time I met up with the girls," she stated, diffusing the tension. "We're having lunch in town, then heading back here."

It didn't escape my attention the emphasis she placed upon the word 'big'. Well she had a point: it was standing up like the proverbial flagpole. I waited until the front door had slammed shut before easing down the boxers. Submerging the flannel in the hot water and lathering up my palms with soap, I washed around my balls, before working up the stiff shaft. It felt good as I allowed the hard cock to slide back and forth through my grip, trying not to imagine it was Sophie's tight young pussy, and failing miserably.

Happening to glance up, I noticed a shadow shift across the patio doors at the back of the bungalow. Someone evidently was out there. The way the sun was set in the sky, I could see an outline clearly, though the other person must have believed they were shaded. Suppressing a knowing smile, I carried on soaping as Sophie, the dirty little teenaged minx, spied upon her elder brother washing himself. A damned shame to disappoint the curious young girl, I worked at a leisurely pace, stopping every now and then to gasp - a combination of mock and real pleasure. Anxious not to send her scuttling away like a scolded cat, I pretended my eyes were shut, leaving just enough of a slit through which to look back. Intent on gaining a prime position for the floorshow, unashamedly Sophie moved into almost full view.

Supported by my elbows, I continued to draw back the thick foreskin over a bulbous and throbbing purple head. Using the soap as a lubricant, I gave my cock a good hard tug, feeling ripples of pleasure pulsate through my whole body. Knowing that Sophie was watching made this perhaps the hottest wank of my life. As a little globule of precum oozed out as the eye, a light gasp slipped from my lips. Outside, becoming bolder, my sister unashamedly rubbed an erect nipple through the shirt, two front teeth buried in her bottom lip. I was sure I could hear gentle moans, though perpaps it was just my overactive imagination.

Leaving the one hand to tease a nipple, Sophie moved the other hand south, stroking her tummy through the material. With a look of ecstasy on her pretty young face, the hand continued the descent, reaching inside the hem of the skirt. She pushed lightly at her panties, the pleasure registered on her pleasant features as they contorted. Though it was hidden partially from view, I imagined the knickers being eased aside and the juicy little cunt I'd feasted upon earlier in the pictures suctioning down and drawing up her eager fingers. I could just make out Sophie's knuckles pressing back against her panties.

Seeing her in that pose, thoroughly enjoying the improvised show, made me hotter still, the moans of approval that spilled from my lips now utterly genuine. Through the slit in my eyes I watched as the teenager busily pleasured herself, eyes locked unerringly on her brother's stiff shaft. Increasing the pace, my fist started to blur. That in turn prompted Sophie to increase the rubbing of her clit, all inhibition lost to wanton lust. I could hardly believe that this sweet young girl of previously impeccable character was freely masturbating in our parents' back garden, quite possibly in full view of the neighbours. It would be the hottest thing ever if someone were to catch her. Maybe old Mr Jones from next door would put her across his knee...

Oh fuck, that salacious thought just about did it for me. Feeling my nuts tighten and the orgasm take a grip, I threw back my head, crying out. The spunk shot out like a champagne bottle being uncorked. "Oh fuck, yeahhhhhhh," I howled as the rope of cum lashed my belly, chest and up to my neck. Glancing over, I witnessed Sophie in the throes of ecstasy too, savouring her own orgasm with eyes tightly closed. She gave a huge exhalation, before adjusting her outfit and disappearing sheepishly.

Sophie arrived back home some two hours later, with her friends in tow. Introductions to Gina and Jessie were made and, in my incapacitated state on the couch, I felt like an exhibit at the zoo. Far sexier in the flesh than in the photograph, all full of nubile allure and budding sexuality, I had to struggle once more to keep my cock in check. With only a pair of boxers to protect my modesty, owing to the cast, I was vulnerable to discovery.

Gina, tall, willowy and statuesque, was in tight white drainpipes and a low cut diaphanous top, with a well stocked black bra clearly visible beneath. The double D assessment looked spot-on and I growled appreciatively beneath my breath, wanting her madly already. Jessie was cute and petite, dressed in a more conservative jeans and t-shirt combo. Outwardly prim and proper, something about the way she sized up what my boxers concealed through her spectacles suggested there might be more to little Jessie than met the eye.

In my intial assessment, Gina seemed to be the sort of girl you wouldn't hesitate to fuck the arse off, given half a chance, whereas Jessie was a girl you might want to take home to meet mum. With a confident an sassy demeanour, Gina looked as if she could give as good as she got. Hair tied up in bunches and in her scholarly specs, Jessie seemed innocent and ripe for teaching. Neither scenario was without appeal, a win-win situation if my luck held good.

"We're going to my room to play some music," announced Sophie and that was the last I saw until supper time when a plate of steak and kidney pie, peas and mash was delivered on a laptray. Sophie smiled and asked if there was anything else I wanted. I wondered if she realised what I truly wanted. Not wishing to make a fuss, I thanked her simply for taking care of me.

Half an hour elapsed before the shower was set in motion, prompting fantasies of which of the three girls might be soaping down her lovely teenaged body. Instantly I found myself rockhard once more and having to battle to the urge to gain instant relief. Two more showers later, the disappointing announcement was made that the girls would leaving for the evening. One small consolation however: I got to see them in their going-out gear of short skirts, figure-hugging tops and heels. Even the bookish Jessie, brunette hair down and liberally made-up, was transformed into a quasi-slut, crying out to be fucked. It was almost too much to bear and my cock twitched. And then they were gone, their giggles gradually fading. Resigned to watching the television on my own, I was soon bored and in desperate need of relief.

Suddenly an idea came to mind, and I decided to give Bonnie Tranter a call, hoping maybe to entice her over for the evening. It was, after all, her daughter's fault I found myself in this predicament, so I figured being owed big time. It was, however, Ally that answered the phone, not an entirely unfavourable prospect in itself. Seemingly glad to hear from me and anxious to learn of my wellbeing, the disappointing news followed that she had a mountain of homework to do and was grounded anyway after the attempt at killing me. It left me deflated and frustrated yet with an unrelenting hard on. "I am sooooooo damned horny though, Steven," Ally confessed with a deep sigh. "Why don't we talk dirty to each other for a short while?"

My initial reaction was to turn up my nose at the offer, my cock going the other way, phonesex about as appealing a prospect as having to fill out multiple applications for a new job. Though my immediate disinterest was soon revealed to be unfounded when Ally purred: "Guess what, Steven, I'm still in my school uniform: white shirt, burgundy and green striped tie, short grey shirt and white knee-high socks..."

Immediately my ailing cock sprang to attention as she continued: "I got into trouble with the teacher today." I could picture vividly in my mind the strawberry blonde's coquettish pout. "He made me stay behind in detention with my friend Mandy. Mandy is so pretty and all the boys fancy her - and some of the girls too," she added with a giggle. "I was thinking about your cock so much it wasn't long before I started touching Mandy's thigh under the desk."

Her words that came breathlessly and with real passion caused me to groan long and hard. Having known Ally for only a brief time, it wasn't obvious if these events really had taken place or were simply a figment of her filthy little mind. Frankly, from the effect it was having on me, I really didn't care, listening intenly as he picked up the story: "She kept pushing my hand away. She's a real tease is Mandy. Then the teacher caught us and, get this Steven, he thought it was Mandy that was misbehaving. He told her she was in detention as a punishment and not to enjoy herself. Then he made her stand up and walk to the front of the classroom."

Oh God, I had all sorts of images in my head. That was it, I was away, cock in hand and rubbing contentedly as Ally's dulcet tones filled my ears. "You'll never guess what happened next, Steven," she cooed. "He made her lean over the edge of the front desk. My eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldn't believe this was happening. I swear I couldn't help it Steven, I just had to lift up my skirt and touch myself. I was very wet. Poor Mandy was sobbing as the teacher lifted up her skirt. He had a good long look at her bum before tugging her knickers down. I felt so guilty for getting her in trouble. But sooooooo hot. Oh Steven, he looked me straight in the eye then he spanked her three times, his eyes never leaving mine..."

"Oh jeeeeeeez," I moaned, so close to cumming already that I had to seriously ease off.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Steven, you naughty boy? Mmmmmmm," Ally observed perceptively. "Well, Mandy came back to the desk all teary-eyed and it hurt at first when she sat down, but soon we were smiling about it. And we could see how hard and excited the teacher was. There was still an hour of detention to go so I suggested that if we were nice to him maybe he'd let us go early. He walked over and asked what I meant. So I put my hand out and touched his bulge. His eyes went all glazed as I pulled the zipper down, took out his nice hard cock and started stroking it. Then I put my lips around it. Mandy was whispering in my ear what a slut I was, yet she had a hand in her knickers and was fingering herself, so who's the slut, huh Steven?"

Fuck, this was absolute torture. I so wanted to cum yet didn't want to cum, listening eagerly as she added: "I sucked hard and pulled his cock as he called me the filthiest names through gritted teeth. And then I made him blew his hot load in my throat. He smiled, pulled up his trousers and told us to get out of the classroom and behave ourselves."

I exhaled hard, using all my strength to hold on, wanting to savour this moment forever though my cock was pulsing and close to blowing. "So, what have you been doing since I last saw you?" she asked, changing the subject and I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not, my stroking slowing down to a gentle rhythm.

"Not much, seeing as some careless young girl bust my knee."

She offered flustered apologies as I continued, picking up on a chance to return the favour. "Erm, I did get caught masturbating earlier by my fourteen year old sister."

"Oh really? Mmmmmmm. Oh God yesssssss," enthused Ally, schoolwork pushed aside as she spread her legs on the bed. "Please tell me more, Steven, I'm sooooooo wet."

As I relayed the story, Ally moaned intently throughout. "Oh God Steven, you are such a bad boy. You are sooooooo going to make me cum. Keep talking," she commanded huskily.

If I listened hard enough, I could hear quite distinctly a set of slender fingers working that sloppy young cunt hard. She was whispering over and over how hot I was making her. At that moment she stopped then squealed. "Oh gosh Steven, mummy has just walked in on me."

I smiled. This naughty little girl's imagination was boundless. "Oh fuck yeah, what's she gonna do, spank that tight little bum of yours?" I retorted.

Suddenly the voice at the other end changed as the phone was grabbed away. "Is that you, Steven, distracting my daughter from her studies?" Bonnie sounded stern and I forced an apology. "Ally's grounded."

"I know, she said."

"That means no telephone calls too."

"Oh right. I guess it's lucky it wasn't her daddy that walked in on her, or she'd be over his knee by now, I suspect," I suggested with a wicked grin.

"Oh, so you think Ally's mummy is a soft touch then, do you Steven?"

Fifteen seconds of dead air elapsed before Ally spoke next, in breathless tones. "I'm in real trouble with my mummy now Steven, after what you said. She has me bent over her knee. Oh God, she's smoothing my little grey school skirt up my back. Oh, and now she's drawing my white panties down to my knees. Steven, help me please, tell her not to...no, mummyyyyyyyyyy."

I breathed long and hard as a volley of hard spanks rang out, counted dutifully to ten by Ally. A brief pause followed before Ally thanked her mother through gritted teeth. "Ouch, oh please mummy no more, I promise I'll be good from now on."

Another pause and Bonnie came back on. "Well Steven, what do you think? Have I punished her sufficiently?"

The words brought a grin to my lips. Wow, I loved Bonnie as much as Ally, if not more. It had almost been worth busting my knee to meet them. "Hmm, I think Ally needs to make it up to you," I suggested with an ever widening grin. As I glanced down, it was apparent that the hand that wasn't holding the phone gripped my aching cock firmly. "Tell you what, make her lick your cunt out."

Bonnie relayed the message to her daughter and it was Ally that spoke next. "No, please Steven, you can't make me do that, it's disgusting."

"Do it you little slut," I commanded, lapsing back easily into the dominant mode of the previous night, "or you'll get ten more...with a slipper."

"Nooooooo, please...no, Steven..."

"I'm getting your daddy's slipper," Bonnie's voice was heard to warn.

"Nooooooo...please don't...okay, okay I'll do it."

Another prolonged silence elapsed, during which I nursed a throbbing member, before Bonnie came back on, her voice at a higher pitch. "Oh my gosh Steven, my little slut of a daughter is licking out her mother's wet pussy, and it's all your doing, you nasty man. I have my hand on the back of her head, pushing her deeper. Oh my, she's biting my clit..."

Unable to control myself any longer, I spurted hard, so hard in fact that my chin was splashed. Moments later Bonnie's orgasm almost deafened me. Continued panting filled my ear, supplemented by little whimpers of pleasure as mother and daughter made up on the bed. "See you soon, Steven," rang out Ally's breathless words, to the accompaniment of smacking lips.

I sure hoped so. And I hoped the girls arrived home soon too.

Well I didn't hear them come in, so it must have been late. I awoke to a most pleasant feeling: a pair of hands resting on my thighs, a warm mouth nestling at the head of my cock, moving the foreskin up and down with the motion. For a moment I thought it must be a dream. Controlling my breathing, I pretended to remain asleep. Tongue flicking eagerly over the bulbous expanse of throbbing head, she - whoever she was, since it was pitch black and impossible to tell - was busily pleasuring herself by rubbing at her clit, the moans muted on my cock.

Generously dispersing saliva, the mystery cocksucker opened wider to allow half of the shaft inside, the tip brushing her palate. Adjusting its position with a deft tongue, she licked lovingly, moving her mouth up and down gently. Tonguetip finding the eye, she flicked chameleon-like, nearly driving me crazy. Yet, it was the not knowing that drove me crazier still. For all I knew, this could be my little sister preparing to deep-throat her older brother. Oh fuck, what an idea.

With a deftness that belied her youth, the teenager devoured the whole of my cock, chin resting upon a pair of heavy balls, fringe brushing my stomach. With all three girls sporting haircuts of similar length, the mystery came nowhere closer to being solved. Unable to contain myself any longer, or maintain the pretence of sleep, I reached out to caress her hair. Eliciting a jerk of fear at having been discovered, a saliva drenched cock popped out of her mouth and struck my belly with a dull thud. "It's okay," I whispered, continuing to stroke her hair. "I won't tell if you don't."

There was no way the cocksucking little slut was going anywhere. Grip tightening, I drew her back to me, her young mouth finding my balls. Taking one of the spongy spheres inside, she nuzzled gently whilst stroking a palm the length of the shaft. Bringing it instantly back to full strength, she issued a little whimper of delight. Pushing out her tongue once more, she licked all the way up the shaft as my free hand found its way down the length of her spine, caressing the flesh. Over the tight backside it travelled and inside a thigh, two fingers ploughing quickly and deeply into a moist cunt. Fighting to control her breathing, she very nearly betrayed herself with a groan as my roving fingers slid easily in and out.

Taking firm control, I guided her head onto my cock and started to bob it up and down with hair gripped, the other hand rubbing her swollen clit in a circular motion, fingers bent for added stimulation. But for the cock in her mouth that acted as a safety valve, she'd have surely been groaning and moaning like a whore by now and doubtless alerted the whole house. Up and down I guided her head, fucking her face like it was a tight little cunt, the girl's unending saliva pooling in my pubic hair.

Then suddenly I felt her spasm at my touch, body going all limp as she came hard on my probing fingers. The domino effect sent a pulse rocketing to my groin and I grunted as a stream of spunk was jettisoned, filling her tiny mouth. A short moment to savour the orgasm, another rope of seed was ejected over her tongue. She swallowed with relish, still no clue as to the girl's identity as her lips smacked.

Lifting my fingers and sucking them dry, one thing was for sure: she had just about the sweetest damned cunt I'd tasted in a long time. As I went to reach for the side lamp to reveal her identity, as quickly as she came, she went, my disposition preventing a chase. For the time being, I would remain none the wiser which of the three had sucked my cock, though I intended to find out the following day.

Coming up in the next episode of The Best Week of my Life...

Steven Mills sets about discovering the identity of the mystery cocksucker.

The girls' plan to visit the seaside is scuppered by bad weather.

Forced to stay at home, desires begin to run high and perversions rise to the fore.

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Introduction:

Stormy weather sees our hero spending a day indoors with his sister her two schoolfriends.

Wednesday

Under normal circumstances, a storm would dampen my mood irrevocably, but the one that raged for hours on Wednesday morning was nothing short of perfect. It meant that the three girls were unable to make good on their plan to head off to the beach and that would have seen them gone for the entire day. Instead, they were forced to stay at home with me, and to try to make their own fun.

Slumping down in an armchair opposite the coach that had become a base, my fourteen-year old sister Sophie folded her arms miserably across her chest and pouted. "Of all the days to rain! Just isn't fair."

Raising to glance outside in vain hope, she saw the sky continuing to be black and thunderous, with little prospect of the storm abating before lunchtime. And even then, heading to a cold and wet coast was about as appealing as a visit to the dentist. I issued a little silent prayer to God, or whoever had sent the weather to intervenr - whilst setting about working out how best to turn the situation to my advantage. "And we were so looking forward to a day at the seaside," Sophie complained. "We even bought brand new bikinis especially. What a waste of time, effort and money."

I sympathised outwardly, an image of the three teenaged lovelies in their swimsuits causing a silent drool, before one of those lightbulb moments that arrive every so often came to mind. Though I had to be careful and not be seen as the driving force behind the idea, the protagonist if you like. "When I was younger and it rained outside," I mused, "me and your older brother and sister used to pretend we were at the beach."

Fond memories of a childhood spent with Andrew and Elizabeth brought a warm glow. Being ten years younger than Elizabeth, Sophie had never got to feature in our games. Though it was never too late...

Sophie nodded, though far from receptive. Missing out on a sunny day at the seaside had made her inconsolable and this was going to take all of my guile and cunning. "We'd dress up in our beachwear, buy ice cream from the supermarket and make colourful cocktails. We got the old trampoline out and sometimes mum let us bring the paddling pool in. It was more fun than the real thing, but without the travelling. the only thing that was missing was the donkeys."

Sophie mulled it over, my words seeming to register. "You mean like an indoor beach party?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Sophie smiled, her young and inventive brain going quickly in overdrive. "You know what Steven, you're a genius," she proclaimed, rising and bounding across to toss her arms around my neck.

I got a lovely whiff of scent and a nipple across the cheek as a reward. "Hey, what have I done? It was your idea," I countered, accepting the subsequent kiss on the brow and wondering, naturally, whether those lips had been around my cock the night before. Surely not? But then the girl wasn't averse to posing naked with her pussylips pulled apart obscenely. Speculation was rife. Within seconds, as I'd intended, Sophie had claimed the indoor beach party idea as her own and was off down the hall excitedly to sell it to her friends.

An hour later, I lay on the makeshift sun lounger, a cold, yet sadly soft, drink beside me, owing to the antibiotics. The three girls sat in canvas chairs across the room. Endearingly, they'd actually come as a group to ask if they might join me in the long lounge that had become my temporary resting place. When I confirmed that of course they could, I was treated to the most marvellous group hug. Though, I added poker-faced, that I wouldn't interfere with their fun, and they were to act as if I wasn't there.

Sophie had been busy over the past hour in preparation, locating the old trampoline from the shed and the blue paddling pool from the alcove. The latter positioned by the patio doors, it rippled gently in the background. The girls were positioned the other side of the trampoline so as to be able to converse easily with one another, and at no time were all three in my immediate field of vision. That meant my eyes would dart furtively from one to another, making little appraisals. One thought above all filed my mind: just which of these seemingly innocent young girls had sneaked in last night and sucked my cock?

They chatted merrily, as fourteen-year old girls do, reminiscing upon a humorous recent episode from school, a play they'd appeared. They were giggling because little Jessie had managed to mess up the one single line she had in the whole play. In the ensuing melee, she'd tripped over a piece of stage scenery, legs akimbo and flashing her knickers at the audience in the process. Flustered, poor Jessie wet herself. The other two girls seemed to think this was terribly funny though Jessie clearly was still embarrassed, particularly now that I knew.

I smiled inwardly whilst outwardly offering sympathies, In my head I could see the scene with picture perfect clarity. My guess was that everyone who attended that play would remember Jessie's accident in vivid detail for a long time to come. Yet the girls seemed oblivious to the power of their bodies and the lust they could so easily induce in others. As they moved on to other matters with ephemeral ease, it took a while before I was able to concentrate on anything other than envisioning the delightful little Jessie sprawling on stage and treating the audience to a teasing glimpse of her panties underneath her school uniform, then losing control of her bladder.

Despite the bickering and childish humour, the girls were mostly friendly towards one another, and I caught myself wishing wistfully that I still had friends like that. Sharing thoughts on boys and music, school and a trio of promising futures that lay ahead, like a hidden camera on a reality TV show, soon my presence seemed to be noticed less and less. But I was pleased of their pleasant company nonetheless and hearing their amusing and silly anecdotes.

Tiring of the soft drinks they'd brought in with them, impishly Sophie suggested something stronger, turning to me as the adult in attendance for approval. Not only did I provide the validation, I offered to fix the drinks for them. Naturally they protested, pointing at the plaster cast, to which I protested even more loudly, insisting that I wasn't an invalid. In fact, I'd become quite adept on the crutches and was quickly hobbling off to the kitchen in search of something to get the party going. A generous measure of vodka added to some crushed ice and fresh orange juice seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I was sure it wouldn't be long before I had these little minxes tipsy.

I smiled as Gina, group leader and sex object extraordinaire, tipped the triple measure back almost in one, followed naturally by her friends, anxious not to be outdone. Already I had a feeling the day was going to turn out fun, though just how much fun remained to be seen. As it was small, there was room only for two of the girls at a time to have a go on the trampoline. As I sat, I sighed at the sight of their youthful bodies, preparing to board. Modestly they still had shirts and skirts on over their bikinis, yet it was some beguiling sight nonetheless. Not many guys my age can say they've had the benefit of being in the presence of three cute schoolgirls. And thank God I had a perfectly legitimate excuse for being there: a lack of mobility.

As Sophie watched on unselfishly, soon her two friends were jumping about with wild abandon, spending their pent-up youthful energy by trying to bounce each other off. I lay back and tried in vain to turn my attention to a magazine, the creaking of the trampoline springs sounding rhythmically across the room. Up until the recent episode with the Tranter family, I'd never thought of myself as a voyeur, but this was simply too good to miss.

Hence I didn't get to digest much of the magazine and, what I did, I seemed to read multiple times. Well, having these irresistable teenaged girls bouncing around in such close proximity just didn't afford the opportunity to concentrate. As one tired, they'd take it in turns to bop merrily, limbs stretching to give brief yet tantalising flashes of flesh, until finally the novelty wore off. Returning to the floor to swig the remnants of their drinks with relish, soon refills were being called for, to which dutifully I offered my services again.

The second set of screwdrivers downed appreciatively with youthful vigour, it provided the catalyst for the skirts and tops to be shed. Sophie and Gina proudly showed off their tanned tummies in skimpy two-piece outfits, and I noticed that Gina had had her bellybutton pierced. She sported a yellow bikini that left little to the imagination, two micro triangles around a pair of precociously curvaceous boobs. I looked at her for a glimmer of recognition. Was this my cocksucker? She stared back, holding my glance momentarily but revealing nothing. I wanted her so much.

Yet I couldn't help but move my attention to sister Sophie who sat directly opposite, chatting for England. Hence I was able to study her without arousing concern. A real beauty, her delicate, thin arms had the smallest, downy blonde hairs on them. Bikini ice white, I'd a feeling it could become transparent in the water, a prospect that caused my cock to twitch inside a pair of dad's old swimming trunks. Her hair in a girlish ponytail and barefoot, something about the way she kept bobbing her tiny foot up and down as she talked seemed intensely attractive to me.

The third girl, Jessie, wore a less revealing one-piece pink suit, belly covered and in keeping with the conservative demeanour she exuded. Innocent to the point of naivety, this girl was surely ripe for teaching, a cherry waiting to be popped. That thought caused me to lick my lips salaciously. Ultimately, each girl appealed in a different way.

As time passed and I served another set of drinks, my teenaged companions started to become giggly and to gang up on one another, two against one one, with the dynamics constantly changing so that one moment Gina was being teased about a teacher she had a crush on, then Jessie about her clumsiness or Sophie over some boy in class who'd asked her out. I was relieved to see her nose turn up at the suggestion, whilst at the same time making a mental note of Gina's apparent desire for older men. I wondered if that desire extended beyond the schoolroom.

As one particular discussion took a heated turn, fuelled by the vodkas, a good nine single measures, I estimated, a playfight broke out, spilling onto the trampoline. Nothing malicious, it involved lots of tickling and giggling. Yet the way they were rolling around was giving me reason to gawk. Sitting near enough to discreetly study the details of their bikini bottoms every time they were flashed my way, my sister Sophie's were shockingly white against a pair of delectable tanned thighs as inadvertantly she displayed a taut little bum. The seam of the crotch panel made an enticing line from cheek to cheek, with a little dent into the valley of her butt.

Though the previous day I'd secretly discovered a full frontal picture on the laptop, nothing could beat the experience of seeing with one's own eyes. I could clearly make out the swelling of her mound underneath the tight, white nylon, sighing at the faint outline of the crack between her outer lips beneath. I longed to get up and smell the scent of her pussy, to trace a finger down her crack so teasingly defined. Yet in a split second the vision was gone, as Sophie rolled over Jessie and Gina pushed her off.

Alliances quickly changing for no apparent reason, Sophie and Gina ganged up on Jessie, holding her down as she sprawled on the trampoline. Her immature mound made a wondrous sight as the other two girls tickled relentlessly. Jessie was gasping and thrashing, begging them to stop or she'd surely wet herself, but they ignored her pleas and kept tickling regardless. For selfish reasons, I prayed they'd keep it up as I savoured the sight of Jessie's struggle and Gina's wiggle as she held her friend's feet down. This was quite some show they were inadvertantly - or otherwise - putting on for me.

Sophie placed her little behind on her friend's struggling hands, using her legs to press Jessie's arms together above her head. Leaning forward, her pert tits almost in her face, with Gina securing the girl's feet, Sophie tickled Jessie's sides with dancing fingers. "Ooooh, please don't. Stop it. Please..." Jessie pleaded helplessly. "I'll pee myself. Really I will. Pleeease..."

I thought at first she was either joking or over-dramatising. Struggling furiously now, lifting her bikini-covered pelvis rhythmically and trying in vain to press her thighs together to hold back from wetting herself, she didn't really stand a chance. Physically inferior, the tall Gina held both her feet in a vice-like grip, using all her added strength. Then teasingly Gina lifted her perfect little bum, giving me a nice, good look at her covered mound from behind, and sat down firmly on Jessie's thrashing feet to hold them down. "I really am," she maintained, the words falling on deaf ears.

My eyes bulged as I saw a glistening, damp patch spreading rapidly between Jessie's legs as she wriggled, desperately trying to escape the onslaught of her friends. I actually heard the hissing sound as the girl wet herself, pee spurting through the fabric of her swimsuit in a golden arch, splattering Gina's stomach. Then, through the giggling and contorted expression, somehow she managed to stem the flow.

Neither of the other two seemed to notice at first, or maybe they just didn't care. Gina was leaning back, reaching behind to tickle Jessie's toes, which pretty much left her open to her friend's bladder-letting. Then finally Sophie realised what had happened and graciously let go of her friend. Summoning up all her strength, the terrier-like Jessie managed to kick Gina off, jump from the trampoline and make a stumbling run for the paddling pool, hand cupping the dripping gusset. She stopped short just beside me, her face showing a strange mix of horror, embarrassment and amusement as it dawned upon her that she wasn't going to make it in time.

Then, with a desperate moan, she completely lost control of her bladder and started to wet herself hard. I think she just gave up trying to hold back, hands positioned i front to catch what she could as the pale yellow pee spurted through the material. It seemed to go on for ages, though in reality was probably just seconds. The sight of the young girl wetting herself so hard that her bikini bottoms bulged utterly fascinated me and I couldn't take my eyes away. As the stream subsided, a final trickle dribbled down her thighs before she hopped off to the paddling pool.

Being turned on by the sight both concerned and excited me in equal measure. I was aware some men - and women too - got off on so called 'watersports' but, up to that point, I'd not counted myself among their number. Yet the way the week was going since the accident, my eyes were being opened to all manner of possibilities. To my greater surprise, Gina seemed totally unfazed by her friend's little mishap. She was laughing hysterically as she tried to get up, slipping on the piss-drenched trampoline and falling down on her butt in the puddle. A glittering shower of droplets elevated around her as the trampoline flexed under her fall. "Eeewww. You're splashing! And my feet are all wet too," Sophie exclaimed, jumping off the trampoline and tiptoeing so as not to get any more wee on the floor that was thankfully wood-panelled, to join her friend in the paddling pool.

Gina sashayed over too, a glance my way as she passed, before immersing in the water. Soon the girls were giggling all over again, the spat quickly forgotten by all but me, the image lingering on long in my head. Hobbling into the kitchen, I returned with three more vodka and oranges, the girls' hands all reaching out gratefully to receive. "Thisshh is really nice," observed Sophie with a slur, betraying the first sign of her drunkenness.

Though I was sadly sober owing to my disposition, their love of life was infectious and intoxicated me in a whole different way. My body ached with lust, even more so now that Jessie's little accident had added to my excitement. I could easily be forgiven for thinking this was part of the elongated dream I still wasn't sure had finished yet. Grudgingly I returned to my magazine, for what it was worth, as the girls pretended they were in a jacuzzi, arms churning the water.

Their glasses emptied once more and showing no sign of slowing down, another visit to the kitchen was required. It was then that I realised we were out of ice, necessitating a further hobble outside to the large freezer in the alcove. It didn't take long to discover I'd been followed, the validation coming when a hand glided over my arse, followed by a purr of appreciation. Bent uncomortably into the freezer at the time, I very nearly banged my head in surprise. What perhaps came as less of a surprise was learning the identity of mystery groper. By far the most confident of the trio, Gina grinned back tipsily.

I rose unsteadily, rocking on the crutches, to face her, my own confidence dented just a little. Now that my plan of getting them drunk had succeeded, I wasn't entirely sure of the next move, standing hesitantly. Thankfully Gina took away any of the doubt by proclaiming in an agitated tone: "Well, come on then, what's keeping you? You do want to touch me, don't you?"

The words were whispered, I suppose, so that the other two wouldn't hear. With the layout of the house, they were only a cavity wall away, and I for one certainly didn't want them to hear - especially Sophie. As I swallowed, Gina did an about turn to face away from me, at the same time moving closer. Wet from her bare back soaked into my t-shirt before she reached behind and guided my trembling spare hand to her rear. Releasing after pressing my palm against her damp bikini bottoms, she stroked my forearm tenderly. "It's okay. I saw how you were looking at me. I know how much you want to."

I gulped and with good reason. If Ally Tranter had been marginally underage, excusable perhaps, Gina was two years below the age of consent whilst I was an adult of thirty. These sorts of things weren't supposed to happen, were they? It took some serious wrestling with my conscience to even contemplate proceeding, the overriding thought being that I might never get such a God-given opportunity as this, prompting me on. With a catwalk-like prowess and willowy stature, Gina could easily be the next Cindy Crawford or Claudia Schiffer. What an accolade to know that you fucked the next top model at such a tender age! I could dine out on that for years to come.

Tentatively my hand stroked her moist bikini-clad arse, savouring every squelch and inch of wet nylon, and every second of time this teenaged cutie would allow a man over twice her age to touch her. Her body heat seemed almost to scorch my hand, and the feeling of that gorgeous young rump was exquisite - soft, yet so firm and taut. My head spun with excitement and I lusted after the girl more than any other, more so even than Sophie. I wanted to kiss Gina so much and yearned to do so many things to her lithe young body. I needed that lovely bum and those perky breasts. And I just had to have her tight little pussy. I wanted to cling to those round hips as I took her from behind and exploded deep inside her.

I jumped as Gina fumbled slightly with my trunks, feeling her way blindly. Then she reached in the leg and I heard a muffled gasp as she found my erection, pulling hastily away as if she'd burnt her fingers. I was as horny as hell, not really knowing what to think of her initiative and the possibility of what was to come. I was scared in many different ways, but my lust was even stronger. It dawned on me that I wouldn't be the one to stop this, even though she was only fourteen and I should have known better.

I cast a worried glance towards the window in the alcove wall, in case Sophie or Jessie stood up from the paddling pool. If they did, they'd see us locked together through the patio doors. Thankfully they seemed content to bathe their young bodies in the lukewarm water. Stealing a breath, Gina's hand snuck in again, this time releasing my rockhard cock from its confinement. Pressing her arse against it, she teased me with a discreet little rocking motion while gently stroking her fingers the length of the shaft.

I looked down and saw my swollen, straining member drool precum on her wet nylon-covered bum. It looked positively obscene, pulsing and jerking in Gina's slim hand, leaving glistening precum trails on her bikini bottoms. Head spinning, I reached down between her thighs and quickly eased a hand past the leg band towards her cunt. I wanted to feel it, to actually experience the warm and tight teen pussy I ached for. I did it quickly, unsure whether she would actually allow me to touch her that intimately. The lustful sigh and pressing-together of her thighs to trap my hand in the wet warm confinement provided all the validation I required.

With my index finger, I gently traced the crack of her pussy back towards her arse. Her pubic hair was sparse and her outer pussy lips tightly covered a slick, glistening teenaged twat. Teasing the opening of her pussy I was surprised at just how wet she was, and not just from the pool. I tried to let my finger reach her clit, but the way we were positioned made it difficult. So I moved the now slick finger to her nearer anus, a little gasp from Gina greeting the diversion. Pressing gently, I found it too tightly clenched for the tip to enter readily. As I teased her bumhole, gradually she overcame the initial surprise and relaxed, allowing my finger to slide in as I nuzzled lovingly at her soft neck. The feeling of her tight, hot anus clenching my fingertip so snugly was wonderful. A soft, muffled groan escaped from her mouth, and I heard her pant and mumble under her breath: "Mmmm. Oh my God".

Glancing quickly through the window, the lack of movement from the other two provided enough reassurance that they were still preoccupied with the pool. Growing bold, I gently fingered Gina's ring as I stared down the front, two nipples poking at the front of the scabty wet bikini top with diamond-like hardness. She was breathing heavily now, moving against me as quietly as she could but evidently enjoying the feeling of my finger sliding in and out of her little knot. "You like my bum, don't you?" she whispered hoarsely, this time deliberately clamping down on my invading finger for effect. The whole digit suddenly was inside her as she rocked on it and murmured: "Oh Christ, that actually feels sooooooo good. I never thought..."

Across the bungalow, breaking the wondrous spell, suddenly Jessie stood up from the pool, causing us both to hold completely statuesque. Thankfully she was looking the other way. "Gina," the little beauty hollered. "What's keeping you?"

Reluctantly I withdrew my finger from the girl's back passage, not daring to go any further. Without really thinking, I sucked on the tip, the taste of teenage arse tingling my senses. "Your bum is gorgeous, Gina, it's perfect," I whispered whilst nuzzling her ear.

"Well, that's a bit disgusting if you ask me," she muttered sourly, pulling away as I continued to suck and savour. Raising her voice, she shouted back: "It's okay, I'm helping Steven with the, um, drinks. Won't be a minute."

Seemingly pacified, Jessie sat immediately back down in the pool, prompting Gina to resume the position I favoured so much, her back to me. It was met with a volley of kisses that peppered her soft neck. Reaching behind once again, she took hold of my aching cock in her small hand again and issued it a tentative push-pull, the foreskin sliding over an engorged and fiery cockhead. Gratefully, she seemed to have quickly forgotten the disgust from the pleasure I'd derived from tasting her arse and I think she probably wanted this as much as me. Though she was quick to warn: "You're not fucking me, okay?"

I consented, more than happy with the way things were progressing. And then blissfully she started to stroke me whilst resting the head of my cock against the cleft of her butt. The handjob was amateurish and erratic yet at the same time exquisite. Knowing it came from a fourteen-year-old future supermodel gave it an added edge and it wasn't long before I had to warn her about my impending orgasm. "It's okay, do it inside my bikini bottoms," she whispered. "I'm going straight back in the pool after."

I had visions of the water streaked with Jessie's yellow pee and my cum seeping out of Gina's bikini bottoms whilst the three girls cavorted. And Gina had the audacity to claim I was disgusting!

Her hand upped a notch though it needn't have as I was already well in the throes of orgasm. In the ecstasy, I'd barely noticed the girl's spare hand ease inside the nylon crotch as she busily pleasured herself. She was panting with lust as both hands worked furiously. With youthful exuberance she beat me to the climax, exhaling rather more loudly than she'd have liked. With closed eyes, her neck and chest flushed and her fingers pressed hard against her cunt, Gina pushed her thighs together and shuddered, cumming hard on her own fingers with a writhe and a jerk.

Changing hands out of discomfort, a set of glistening cunt-stained fingers found my shaft, smearing juice on my strutting manhood. It throbbed at a touch that took me over the edge. With a huge sigh, as directed I shot my wad inside her nylon-clad bottom. As I fucked away at the clenched hand, a second load splattered, dribbling down over the smooth cheeks into the seat of the bottoms.

Savouring the moment she made a thirty-year old man cum, Gina giggled then moved back against my still spurting cock, wedging it downward into the cum-covered crack. I grabbed her hips and humped against her arse, rubbing my deflating cock in the slick crevice while spraying the last of my cum. As I thrust downwards for the last time, I felt the tip of my cock slide between the outer lips of her tight, little cunt, a gasp escaping from Gina's lips at what might be. I suspected, however, that Gina wished to save herself for now, and I could hardly argue with that.

In a daze, I leant, spent and exhausted over the young girl's back, trying to catch my breath as spunk dribbled from the crotch and down her inner thighs. Lovingly I kissed the protruding bumps of her spine, resting my cheek contentedly on her tanned back until she eased away. "I better get back with the girls," she divulged as my cum continued to ooze obscenely through the leg.

Almost as an afterthought, before she'd fled I enquired: "Erm, did you, um, come to, um, see me...last night?"

Gina's face screwed up. "Sorry? I don't know what you..."

"It's okay," I replied, believing her, one suspect having been eliminated.

"I, um, think maybe we should leave things like this, I am only fourteen after all."

"Yes," I acknowledged, though whether I truly meant the sentiment I didn't rightly know.

As Gina skipped away, my warm cum in her arsecrack, I followed at my own leisurely pace with the drinks, the pair of us exchanging a knowing glance as she climbed back into the pool and adjusted the damp, spunk-filled bottoms out of sight. I had visions of my dead sperm drifting aimlessly in the underflow.

One regrettable upshot of the amount of drinks with which I'd plied them was that the girls grew quickly tired, bringing the fun and games to a foreshortened end. By seven o'clock, the indoor beach party was over I was all alone and in front of the television once more. A desperate call to the Tranters revealed that the trio were going out for dinner in town that evening. Bonnie invited me to join them, though I declined. Frankly, the prospect of getting over to some fancy restaurant on the other side of town, in my current precarious financial plight, and with my dodgy knee held little appeal. I was too lazy even to go the toilet. Thus, I resigned myself to having an early night alone. Though I did ensure to move the side lamp closer - just in case my mystery visitor should return.

And sure enough, at a point some time near midnight, as I half-snoozed, the door creaked open and in snuck a shadowy figure. Groping blindly over, she found my cock in a state of semi-arousal. A few eager tugs and loving strokes and former glories were swiftly restored. Little time for anticipation, down went a lovely young mouth and soon her face was bobbing away rhythmically. This time I just lay idly without reciprocating, though an idea what could very well excite us both had formed in my sick mind. "Take off your nightie," I ordered as she sucked and stroked meticulously.

A little shimmy and a shake and my request for nudity was complied with. Though we remained in the dark and I could see precious little. "Now rub my cock on your tits," I ordered.

A murmur of appreciation spilled from the girl's lips and I felt the most wonderfully soft, small titflesh caress the knob. I smiled, not needing the lamp on to tell me who the mystery cocksucker was. Appearances can be so deceptive! Though from the adept way in which she handle my precious prick, it wouldn't have surprised me if she'd more sexual experience than the other two girls put together. And what with her deft sucking, exquisite stroking and arousing tit-massaging, it wasn't long before I was ready to spurt a wad of cum in her developing cleavage. "Don't move," I commanded, finally reaching to switch on the lamp and confirm my suspicions.

Jessie smiled back sweetly as, with perfect timing, the light came on just as I exploded on her tiny breasts. With that, I eased upright whilst getting her to kneel on the floor in front of me, with one of the discarded beach towels beneath. I suspected that she had no idea what was coming next as my sperm clung to and streaked down her budding tits. Deprived of a toilet break all day, as soon as my cock had softened sufficiently, I let rip. The first attempt fell woefully short, splashing my knee but, attaining control, the second push resulted in a golden jet of warm steaming pee that hit the girl's breasts full on. I directed the flow so as to clean off all the spunk completely.

My hunch was right, she loved it, the sweet young thing squealing delightedly. "Ooh it tickles," she cried.

Well, we all know what happens when Jessie's tickled and seconds later her own wee was snaking down her inner thighs in rivulets. Reaching over I brushed a palm over the outflow, bringing it first to my nose, breathing in the bouquet which, in piss terms, was of a quality akin to champagne. Then tentatively I dipped in my tonguetip. Before I knew it, I was licking my palm thirstily. Jessie even a dabbed her tongue on her lips to lap up the specks of golden piss that had rebounded upward. Though I imagined my pungent male brew was perhaps a little strong for her delicate palate.

With that, I hauled her up to me, burying my face in the little minx's piss-drenched pussy, whereupon I licked her soundly to orgasm. The taste of her cunt surpassed even that of Gina's arse. leaving me craving more. Thanking me politely for taking care of her, she dried herself off, put the nightie back on and returned to bed a happy litle girl.

I nodded off deeply satisfied too. Whilst I didn't quite realise it at the time - though I did appreciate something strange and mysterious was happening - the best week of my life was starting to take shape around me. And it wasn't over yet by a long, long way. In fact, it was barely halfway through.

Coming up in the next episode of The Best Week of my Life...

Steven Mills continues to lust after his sister Sophie.

With his sexlife in an otherwise sublime state, he is forced to look at his finances and take drastic steps.

Fun and games at the pub lead to unexpected bonuses.

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Introduction:

An opportunity to leave the house go in search of fresh adventure.

Thursday

In no hurry to rise on Thursday morning, when eventually I did, the storm of the previous day's malaise had been washed away by the kind of beautiful sunshine the girls would doubtless have given up their precious cherries for. Though I did like to think that two of them, at least, had enjoyed their time indoors with me. Talking of the girls, as I hobbled from the couch, it was hard not to notice that the bungalow was as quiet as a library. A scribbled note from Sophie on the kitchen side informed me that belatedly they'd gone off to the seaside. Oh to be young again and able to flit around as carefree as a butterfly.

With my sexy little playthings gone, I wondered over a breakfast of boiled eggs, toast and a cup of tea what on earth to do to amuse myself for the day. I could probably manage a mile outside on the crutches if I was feeling especially brave, though it would have to be something cheap and cheerful, as money was a real issue. No job, no car, a grand in debt, and with bills to pay, it was little wonder Debbie had wanted to see the back of me. At that point, however, it had still to really dawn on me that this was the best week of my life.

However, not wanting to spend a third successive day incarcerated, after getting dressed for the first time since the accident, I decided to venture outside, though clinging to the crutches like a baby to its mother. I wasn't particularly sure where to head, content to let fate decide as it had done since the unfortunate spill. Little more than a pound in loose change in my pocket, I could kill for a pint of lager now the short course of antibiotics was finished, but was going to have to settle for a newspaper instead, it seemed.

Well, would you believe it? Barely the other side of the gate, I ran almost literally into fairweather friend and long time debtor, Bobby Noble - or Bobby No-balls as he was commonly known. One of those debts that had dragged on so long I'd forgotten how it had arisen in the first place, it had been effectively written-off ages ago. Surely it was too much to expect repayment after all this time, wasn't it?

Well actually no it wasn't. Thrusting a fistful of mullah into my grasp, Bobby muttered something about a yankee having come up on the horses, and with that he was gone, wishing me luck and, even stopping to ask why I was on crutches. Not that I needed a conversation, or for that matter any further luck, it seemed. About to set off again, I pondered the luck that had come my way thus far this week: first the Tranters with their weird incestuous and voyeuristic perversions, then Gina and her lovely bum, then Jessie and her pee fetish, and now this windfall from Bobby. For a brief moment it crossed my mind that some kind of divine intervention was afoot. Not being a religious man, however, I readily dismissed it. Besides, luck had a habit of changing all too soon as I was about to discover.

Accosted twice inside five minutes outside my parent's front gate, what faced me this time, I feared, was going to be somewhat less pleasant. Roaring up in her little green sportscar, Debbie's seventeen-year old daughter Shannon alighted, two binbags in hand. It quickly transpired, as she tossed them at my feet, that they contained the remainder of my clothes. Evidently Debbie had no wish to see me or indeed to carry out her own dirty work. "Mum asked why haven't you been round for..." Shannon began, before clocking the crutches and plaster cast, a dead giveaway really.

A contented little smile arose on the spoilt little brunette's face, and I wouldn't mind betting she was hoped I'd suffered. We'd hardly seen eye-to-eye since Debbie moved me in to their flat a year or so back and an air of tension always seemed to prevail even in the most benign situations. The simple fact was that the girl had resented having me around, whilst I'd grown to loathe the manner in which she was so easily able to manipulate her mother's good nature. Well, at least one good thing had come from Debbie's decision to dump me: I'd be seeing the last of this stuck-up little bitch. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?" I shot back.

The spoiled brat tossed back her head and sneered. "Mind your own business, loser."

Well I was only human and proud, and hearing that sort of taunt coming from a teenager's mouth, when really didn't deserve it, naturally enraged me. Tottering on the sticks, I raised a hand, pulling back only at the last minute. Shannon eyeballed me and stood her ground like a proper little madam, arms folded across her chest. "Go on then, I dare you, and then you see what happens," she glowered.

I fought to bring under control the seething rage. "It's the least you deserve," I answered with disdain. "Maybe if your mother had been a bit firmer..."

Flinching, Shannon took a step back to safety, the cockiness in remission, issuing the kind of look I couldn't readily translate. Either way, a newfound menace in me had succeeded in silencing her for the first time ever, no attempt even to get in the last word before she climbed back in the car. A little lingering glance over the shoulder as she pulled away, I'd a feeling this wasn't the last time Shannon and I would cross swords. I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, electing to hold the thought for later. For now there were more pressing matters to attend to, now that I was back in the game and in the money.

Hauling the bags inside, I noted they contained clothes only and none of my CD's or DVD's, a mental note quickly made to rectify that soon. And then I was off again on my not-so-merry way. A sweltering hot day, the English summer at its zenith, it was really tough going on the sticks. With the run of good fortune at the forefront of my mind and feeling exhausted, at the newsagents I decided to stop and test the luck theory by buying a scratchcard with my loose change. Now wouldn't it be nice to scoop the ten grand jackpot, I thought, as the edge of the coin scraped over the boxes. My handiwork revealed three stars. Wow! Though it was not the jackpot I'd wished for, £200 was about as much as they could pay out over the counter so I was able to collect immediately. Maybe this was going to be my day after all.

With £700 lining my pocket, I was now just £300 short of repaying arch nemesis Ronnie Carver. However, in my current rich vein of form / luck, a retrieval mission was definitely on the cards. Heading along with snail-like urgency to The Crown, a dingy little pub on the junction of Water Street and Broadway, it was time to re-enter a twilight world where day and night intertwined, where cards was played around the clock and where girls shed their clothes at lunchtime for a motley collection of lowlifes.

Clunking up to the bar, I availed myself of a much-needed pint of lager from Saskia, one the few decent things about the pub. I made the usual punter / barmaid small talk and explained for the first of doubtless a trillion times how I'd come by the injury. A pretty-looking yet seemingly cold-hearted bottle-blonde student originally from Eastern Europe, she dispensed pints until lunchtime came around, after which she dispensed with her clothes. A warm smile from the ice maiden as he handed over the change took me aback somewhat. Maybe the bush telepath had forwarded news of my recent singledom, that or maybe it was something inexplicable to do with the inner workings of the female mind.

Either way, I hadn't time to dwell upon it as there were bigger fish to fry. Edging away from the bar to hover on the fringes of the card game, I made furtive eye contact with Ronnie, Jonesey, Mac and Shorty, the usual suspects. I stood to watch, balancing on the sticks and sipping at the pint for a quarter of an hour before Shorty made enough money to cover the forthcoming weekend's drinking and gracefully give up his seat. To show willing, immediately I repaid half of the debt to Ronnie, counting out twenty-five twenties which left £195 in notes to speculate with. Now to see if my early luck could hold.

As ever, the first few hands with a new player at the table were cagy, like boxers sparring. A few quid changed hands but nothing of note. A second pint was needed and Saskia obliged, making a point of addressing me in her broken English: "How you do, Stee-vee, you winning money yes?"

Unless I was mistaken, she deliberately brushed a breast across my cheek as she bent to place the frothing pint on the table before me. Waitress service too, my luck must be in totally. And after five more minutes of sparring, finally it translated to the card table as the beer took hold and things started to loosen up. Looking me in the eye, Ronnie announced: "Okay, I'll raise it a tenner."

I lifted my cards and smoothed them apart to reveal two eights. A fair hand though a marginal call in Texas Hold'em to a five times the big blind, it was nonetheless worth seeing the flop for, and I tossed in the money more in hope than confidence. When Jonesey threw in a speculative tenner too, there were prospects of triple action. Only Shorty folded, with the retired Mac acting as dealer. Now just give me that eight, or two eights, Mac, I thought greedily, putting Ronnie on either a bigger pair or an ace with a picture. Jonesey, I hoped, was coming along for the ride and would fold to any serious post-flop activity. unless he happened to luck out.

The flop contained a magic eight, giving me three-of-a-kind and a strong hand to stand my ground against a renowned and aggressive bully such as Carver. The four and six of different suits that accompanied it only added to my confidence, for if Ronnie had a big pair, his confidence would be sky high too and he'd bet accordingly. £20 went in, and I sighed quasi-grudgingly but followed and Jonesey picked up his cards, looked them over like he was trying to change the numbers and decided it wasn't worth paying a score to stay in. We waited eagerly for fourth street.

"A hundred," Ronnie announced nonchalantly after a seemingly harmless five fell on the turn.

I raised my eyebrows. Maybe it wasn't such a harmless card after all. The five opened up the possibility of a straight, but would Ronnie be likely to have a seven in his hand? I thought not, based on his pprevious actions, convinced I hhad him well beat and deciding to take the pot there and then. "I'll raise it another monkey on top."

Though I didn't have the money on me, thankfully my credit was good and most of our games ended up with IOU's. It was what kept the card playing fraternity together. Though had they known I'd just lost my job, maybe the same benevolence might not have been afforded. "Five hundred quid more!" Jonesey gasped, his ferret-like eyes darting from me to Ronnie and back again as things suddenly took a somewhat thrilling, not to say dangerous, turn.

Ronnie looked me up and down, deferring the decision momentarily whilst trying to get a tell. He knew that if I had nothing in my hand that was the sort of bet I'd make to try to steal the nice pot. Or he might just have that seven and be trying to get me to commit more by acting unsure of himself. He gave it a couple of minutes before announcing: "Okay, let's not fuck about, I'll raise a another grand on top."

A rumble ran around the other three other guys at the table and the onlooking barmaids like something out of a courtroom drama scheme. Pots as big as this came around about as rarely as Halley's Comet. Unlike me, Ronnie always had the money on him, digging a lump of notes from his jacket pocket and tossing it in. The centre of the table resembled something out of the World Series of Poker. Now I faced a dilemma, the raise having caused my confidence to drain like a deflating balloon. Three eights was good, but far from guaranteed to win and when faced with another thousand to call it was no certainty to call. Plus I couldn't afford to lose which just made things worse.

My whole body shook, way beyond the point of caring about giving away a tell. Fuck it, I've three eights, I told my wavering conscience. Win and I was laughing, lose and I owed two grand. "Okay, I call," I confirmed, heart fluttering.

The size of the pot and our unofficial house rules dictated a showdown at this point. With just the river card to come, we threw the pocket cards on their backs. Immediately I was sickened to see two sevens, making Ronnie his miracle straight four-five-six-seven-eight. He'd been behind all the way until fourth street then shot ahead. Unless my three eights hit its miracle four-of-a-kind, I was dead and buried. Worse news was to follow when Jonesey revealed crushingly: "I had the other eight."

Well that was that then. Mac spun over the river card, a four and Ronnie went to rake in the cash. Yet what had escaped his attention and everyone else's too was that the four made a pair of fours on the board and I'd made a full house to crack his straight. It took a moment to register, less time for me to scoop the wad of notes homeward.

Ronnie looked truly gutted, not so much for losing the money, which he could adequately afford, but because it was to me. There was history between us on and off the table. I, on the other hand, was overjoyed. From having entered the pub an hour so earlier a grand down, I was now able to give Ronnie back the other £500 to clear the debt and still count well over a grand profit. A two grand turnaround in an hour - what a result! Yet Ronnie wasn't finished yet. Pride was at stake. "This £500 on a game of pool," Ronnie challenged, pointing to what I'd just handed over.

I exhaled long and hard till my lungs were empty. Now don't get me wrong, I'd been a pretty handy player in my time, an erstwhile hustler if the truth be known. But a one-off game for such a huge stake? And on cruches? I'd be crazy to accept. It was Saskia's fault I did. The barmaid had been eagerly watching developments in the grey corner of the pub. "Go on Stee-vee, play him, be a man not mouse," she goaded in that broken accent of hers.

Five minutes later, I was sick to the very pit of my stomach as Ronnie addressed the black ball about to dispense it in the corner below my eye. A straight shot, he couldn't miss. Lifting back the cue, he launched and the money ball fired into the dead centre of the pocket to retrieve £500 that I could really have put to better use. A relieved sigh slipped from Ronnie's lips as the black ball hit the target.

Yet for some reason, unbeknown even to the man himself, he'd put some top on the cue ball. We all watched, mouths agape, as the white began to travel down the baize, hot on the heels of the black. God knows where the momentum came from, but it rolled...and rolled...and rolled. Ker-plunk, it sunk in the same pocket as the black. A foul and game to me, I'd won, albeit by default, but won nonetheless. I took the wad and stuffed it firmly in my pocket, refusing the plea of 'double or quits'. No fucking way.

Drinks all round, Natalya, the other East European barmaid did the honours. Not as attractive as Saskia, she was a good few years older, in her late twenties, with crow's feet around the eyes and a nose that was too long and thin for my taste. Yet what did appeal about Natalya was an air she exuded of being a dirty-as-hell bitch, the sort of woman you could take out on a first date and guarantee getting in her knickers before the evening was over. She issued a sly look that had as much to do with my newfound wealth and her gold digging tendencies as any deep-seated attraction, but I smiled back nonetheless.

With lunchtime pressing, the pub began to swell with office workers and migrant builders, arriving for the show. A hush ascending, all attention focused on a stage at the far end, lined with garish silver tinsel. Abandoning the bar, the younger one Saskia took up position and began gyrating sexily at a strategically placed pole, her outer clothing shed seductively, piece by piece.

Swinging around to face away from the audience, she thrust a pair of firm buttocks, separated by a black cheese-wire thong, in time to a funky disco beat. The staccato movements mesmerised the odd mix of grimy all-day drinkers and bespoke thrillseekers. Whilst this was going on, at ground level, Malcolm the landlord moved among the herd, collecting the compulsory £1 toll in a sturdy pint mug. Benevolently, I treated the vanquished card players to a freebie, pressing a crushed fiver into the glass though Ronnie had already departed, his pride dented heavily.

Up on stage, having lowered the thong down her thighs and calves, Saskia stepped out of it, naked now but for a pair of skyscraper heels. Palming her perky tits whilst licking her lips, her thighs were clamped tightly together to conceal her snatch from the heavy breathing audience. Tilting forward, she squeezed her breasts into a cleavage whilst pouting at the baying onlookers. I had to admit that what she did she did well, providing a teasing show.

Taking to a chair at the centre of the stage the young stripper rocked back, kicking a pair of long slender legs high in the air. Slowly they parted to form a V-shape, revealing the knot of a puckered anus and the pink sheen of a baby smooth pussy. The crowd mumbled its approval and even I, still excited from hitting the jackpot, began to feel the first stirrings of arousal in my groin.

Saskia issued a seductive smile to the audience through her legs, stroking a finger up the mound of her pussy whilst groaning theatrically. The long fingers trailed up over her belly, between the cleavage and to her lips. Reaching down, she retrieved the micro thong from the floor, stretching it between each thumb. Parting her legs, she worked the slender length of nylon back and forth across the frictionless groove, moaning as her pussy lips petalled. Almost like a porn channel freeview, that was it. Easing up, she curtseyed before disappearing amid a ripple of muted applause.

Only young and working her way through university, the hardcore stuff was left to Natalya. A few moments later, Saskia appeared back behind the bar, fully clothed once more, to count the spoils in the pint mug. A paltry share after Malcolm had taken his half-cut of the proceeds, discreetly I slipped an extra tenner into her hand. My generosity was rewarded with a peck on the cheek.

A five-minute recess and it was Natalya's turn to take to the stage. Paying less attention to the striptease side of the act than Saskia had, the older girl knew just what the audience craved, positioning herself at the very front of the stage, legs spread and dangling over the edge. Blowing a kiss, she reached aside into a little handbag, extracting a smooth black dildo. An obligatory circulation of the breasts and nipples, then a suck on the end followed by a fake groan of lust, Natalya trailed the plastic toy down her stomach before teasing a pair of plump and protruding cuntlips.

Holding the dildo still, she thrust forward from the hips, pressing her pussy onto the tapered head and letting it penetrate her twat. Those at the front leaned in closer as it pushed up inch by inch up inside her welcoming snatch, accompanied by a well-practiced groan. With the other hand she licked a finger and played with her stiff nipples. The clink of tithes ringing out once more from the pub floor pre-empted another freebie for the card players, donated cheerily by me. With a good couple of grand on me, I couldn't be more pleased with the way the day was going. That sort of money would go a long way.

Working the dildo in and out purposefully, Natalya brought herself to a quasi-climax, writhing in mock ecstasy on the stage front. Removing the plastic penis with a squelch, she lifted it to her lips before issuing a loving lollypop suck. The crowd went wild, craving an encore. But sadly that was all their two quid bought. The lunchtime peepshow over for another day, the office workers returned to their desks content, the builders to their sites and the lowlifes went back to their beers.

The remaining card players issued farewells, threatening to return soon to win it off me. That I didn't doubt, my luck surely unable to sustain indefinitely. The pub thinned out to such an extent that only a handful remained, none of whom I was inclined to foist my windfall upon with free drinks. Thus I ensured to treat the barmaids at every opportunity. Growing bored, I was about to sup up and head off home when Natalya came to face me. 'Enjoy the show, yah honey?' she purred.

I nodded enthusiastically, whereupon she went into a private clinch with Saskia, giggles emanating from their inner sanctum. I glanced at my watch, electing to defer the departure for now amid a bad case of the horn. It was Saskia that emerged, shuffling close to whisper in my ear: "Hey honey, we finish soon, yah. We go to Natalya's flat for some fun after...you care to join us, yah?"

My eyebrows elevated to touch my fringe and I spluttered my pint. My luck, it seemed, was holding good. Horny as hell, it was too good an offer to release and I could hardly wait. Nor, it seemed, could the girls, touching each other sensually as their high heels and my sticks click-clicked on the pavement. Two strides behind them, I had the perfect view of their gorgeous arses as they bobbed up and down snugly inside tight denim cutoffs. It was as we crossed the road that I was forced to do a double-take as my car, yes my car, stopped at the lights. "Oi," I hollered, not even giving a second thought to my injury and bowling over as threateningly as I could, notwithstanding the crutches.

Spotting my approach, the little scumbag in the driver's seat went straight for the accelerator, only for a juggernaut to start reversing out of a side road and completely block the exit. I cringed as the brakes screeched like hungry babies and the car was swathed in a puff of white smoke. The joyrider contemplated swerving up and around on the pavement before thinking better of it. In that moment's hesitation, hobbling alongside I stretched for the door, tugging it open before he could activate the lock.

All I can say is that a red mist suddenly descended. Fists flew wildly as I hauled him outside, the scrawny kid taking it all. Somehow I managed to stop short of beating him to a pulp - it was his lucky week too. Though I did ensure to extract a humbling apology before he slunk away like a sewer rat. Taking pity, I tossed a pound coin for the bus fare home his way. He told me to go fuck myself, so easing into the driver's seat, I roared the engine threateningly. I've never seen a guy run so fast, hurdling over a wall to get away.

Saskia and Natalya caught up, gushing and evidently impressed by my pugilistic skills. As they climbed into the back of the newfound ride, I adjusted the driver's seat back to my own specification, whilst checking that the toe-rag hadn't caused my pride and joy too much harm. It was a struggle driving with the plaster cast but thankfully Natalya's flat was only ten minute's drive away, during which time I was treated to a free show. Clearly their activities on the stage of the grimy pub, coupled with my show of bravado, had brought arousal to their filthy little pussies.

Glancing up in the rearview, it became hard to concentrate on the road as the whimpers and moans came, oh-so-tenderly at first, lips barely touching. Yet that alone was sufficient to set my pulse racing and cock throbbing, such is the sheer eroticism of seeing two women kiss. Those initial butterfly kisses became more urgent as arousal morphed into lust and slender hands came to rest upon waists, caressing gently. I exhaled hard, shifting in the seat for the sake of comfort, in the process taking my eyes off the road momentarily and narrowly avoiding a zigzagging cyclist.

He was about to bang on the roof in admonishment when he caught sight of the two girls in the back, locked in a steamy embrace. By this point tongues were lashing and a cacophony of slurping had risen up. Such was the intensity of the embrace that it looked as if each girl was trying to suck the other's tongue out of her mouth. I grinned at the wide-mouthed cyclist before accelerating away in a cloud of smoke, denying him any further chance to steal my private action.

And action it was, of the highest order, played out to the roar of the injection under the bonnet. I wasn't sure what was hotter: the frenzied girl-on-girl exploits in the back or the tiger in my tank. As I angled away from town, Natalya offered flustered directions to her flat, punctuated by bouts of panting and groaning. I glanced up to see she'd rolled her friend's t-shirt up her flat belly and over a perky pair of tits in a concertina at her neck. The older girl issued a delighted purr before busily kissing all over and around Saskia's boobs, tongue circling the aureolae seductively, pursed lips giving each nipple a good hard suck. "Mmmmmmm, turn left, baby, oh fuck yahhhhhhh, turn right," Natalya directed.

I looked down at the tent in my shorts then back to the road and finally up to the rearview. This was turning out to be one hell of a tortuous ride and I only hoped they'd save some of that lust for me. As Natalya's head dipped out of view, I had to adjust the mirror to see, observing her eagerly kissing down Saskia's flat tummy and wrestling with her cutoffs. Yet things would go no further - for now at least - given our arrival at the flat.

The pair alighted like greyhounds from a trap, sprinting inside and up the stairs, remaining items of clothes flailing in their wake like late night skinny dippers. Understandably I was slower, not through choice I might add. Laying down the sticks, I sat down to take each stair on my bum, cursing the injury and its effedt on my mobility as heightened sounds of pleasure spilled from the bedroom. It seemed to take forever to get to the top and I prayed they'd not forgotten me.

I needn't have worried: these two craved cock like a cat craves cream and my cock was ripe for sharing. Wasting not a moment, Saskia placed her hands on my chest and pushed me back on the bed. Gone was the seemingly reserved young student of the stage. Before I'd time even to get comfortable she straddled me, knees either side of my thighs, hips grinding as she lapdanced seductively. As I rose up, her jaunty tits rubbed my face and I reached behind to grope her arse cheeks, pulling the girl closer. The hot little stripper purred with desire as my cock sprung to life.

Meanwhile, Natalya took up a position beside me and was busily feasting upon my neck whilst rubbing a palm across my chest, twisting the fine weave of hair through her slender fingers. Oh this had to be every man's dream, and for me a welcome first. The lapdance coming to an end, sexy Saskia clambered aside, leaving me in the middle of the pair who were in profile. A desperate dive for my cock ensued, their foreheads inadvertanly bashing together. Quickly they kissed one another better before reaching an entente in their own foreign language. Natalya moved in first, lips pursed to receive the shiny tip, tongue flicking eagerly at the eye.

Saskia ducked down lower, hands on my thighs, soft lips kissing the base of the shaft and chin on my balls. This went on for a good minute before, reaching a new agreement, they swapped places, with Saskia's warm mouth enveloping the bulbous tip and cleaning away Natalya's saliva. Clearly eager to impress me, the enthusiastic younger girl plunged up and down like she was bobbing for an apple on Halloween. My cock nudged the back of her throat as she worked her jaw with purpose. Natalya went one step further than her friend by pushing her tonguetip to the puckered knot of my arse, then licking up and down, and around and around, sending a tingle through my loins.

Then once more their faces came together, abandoning my cock and anus momentarily to kiss long and passionately. Returning to the inflated manhood that stood out obscenely from my midriff, they took it in turns, resembling woodpeckers hammering at a tree. Copious amounts of saliva ran down the shaft and pooled in my pubes, and it wasn't long before I had a firm hold of both crowns, gripping clumps of hair and pushing one head down and raising it, then alternating.

The girls adored my show of forcefulness and having their mouths used like hot little pussy holes as I fucked their faces in turn. That was until Saskia complained that her dripping cunt was badly in need of attention. A further indistinguishable pact reached between the pair, Saskia hopped off the end of the bed to kneel down between my legs, pretty mouth continuing to plunge up and down my stiff appendage. Natalya meanwhile assumed a position at her friend's hindquarters. Gazing down Saskia's smooth back, I was able to see Natalya go to work eagerly, slurping hungrily at the elevated arse and cunt.

Well that drove the young Saskia absolutely fucking crazy and I winced as my cock was almost sucked from my balls. Deftly she reached to wank the shaft, driving me closer and closer to orgasm as my cock tip nudged her tonsils. As Natalya drove her into a pre-orgasmic frenzy with long licks to the cunt and anus, her moans of lust were muffled in thick throbbing manhood.

This mutual exchange seemed to go on for an eternity as I fought desperately to prolong the moment. Natalya seemed to sense my impending orgasm, for she ceased the fervent licking, emerging from between her friend's buttocks to receive the bounty. Lips sticky with cunt honey, she pressed her face to mine, letting me savour the taste of Saskia on her. That, I have to say, tipped me over the edge.

Lowering so that their cheeks were pressed tightly together, as if trying to squeeze into a photo, the pair of nymphos waited expectantly, mouths open wide like baby birds at feeding time. Finishing off solo, a sure fist blurred around the unerring shaft and I felt the first telltale signs, eyes slanting. Fuck yesssssss, I was going to cum so damn hard on these two sluts. Finally reaching orgasm, I jerked and sprayed a rope of thick cum. As I moved obliquely, each girl took an equal amount, more than enough to go around, lips and chins splattered, some errant seed even finding its way up their noses and into their hair. Both chomped hungrily on the spunky offering, then turned seductively to lick each other's faces clean.

Cunts dripping and yearning climaxes of their own, they assumed the sixty-nine position next to me, hands at each other's butts, fingernails raking. They fitted together perfectly like Russian nesting dolls, rolling around and tonguing each other frenziedly, whilst I watched, offering encouragement, issuing spanks to their tight arses and calling them every bitch-slut-whore name under the sun. The frenzied tongue-lashing continued for five hungry minutes, neither girl seeming to want to come up for air, and intoxicated by pussy fumes. It was Saskia that came next, her toes twitching and legs kicking, a shriek of pleasure that could crack glass ejecting from her lips. Unselfishly she kept lapping away intently until Natalya too writhed in pleasure and screamed her release.

After a brief moment's respite, the pair uncoupled and rose to their knees before me, lips and chins glistening with one another's pussyjuice. Each pushed up on haunches, presenting her face in turn to be kissed, licked and sucked by me until the skin was clean. Gulping the heady cocktail to the back of my throat, I swallowed sublimely. Both girls smiled warmly, issuing whimsical sighs as, eyelids heavy, they tilted their heads, resting flushed cheeks on each of my chest mounds and huddling close. The satisfied sound of snoozing soon sent me off to a similar place.

With Natalya's alarm clock showing six o'clock, I awoke with a start. Looking at the two strippers asleep on me, I appraised another unbelievable day in an almost perfect week. Almost perfect. I seriously wondered if it could get any better before remembering my sister Sophie. Mmm, now that was a thought and it could get better if I had my way. The pair roused from their slumbers moments later, gazing up through lustful glazed eyes. Simultaneously, two pairs of hands reached out to for a cock that was still sleeping, and it was all I could do to brush them off with a stern warning. They cowered back, lips pouting. "This is for you," I said, handing out £50 each amid inevitable protests.

Though that didn't stop them taking the money, besides which I was happy sharing around my good fortune. And I wanted to keep on their good side a little while longer. A little too late in the day now, I had unfinished business to attend to and an inkling of an idea how to go about it. "Natalya, I need your help soon," I said.

"For you Stee-vee anything," she drooled, still enchanted.

"There'll be more money in it," I offered, an incentive bound to clinch the deal. "I need you to meet me first thing tomorrow morning before work and I'll explain."

"I make it, yes," she agreed unquestioningly before stroking my cheek. "Now you stay for more fun yah?"

I brushed her away with an apology and the promise that what I had lined up would satisfy even her most lurid demands. I'd love to have stayed for more sex, there was planning to do. I guessed that whilst pussy tasted sweet, revenge tasted even sweeter.

As it transpired, the decision to leave Natalya's flat when I did worked in my favour. Not only did I get to give the XR3i a good spin, there was a pleasant surprise waiting upon my return at the bungalow. Home from her day at the beach and, with Gina and Jessie having departed, Sophie was in the back garden, evidently intent on catching the last sun of the day and topping up an already impressive-looking tan. Stretched out facedown on a sunlounger, chin perched on the back of a hand, the other held a novel at the spine.

Looking on before she became aware of my presence, I savoured the gently roasting flesh of the teenager's shoulders and back as an unavoidable boner formed between my legs. The straps of the white bikini top loosened and eased aside to prevent a horizontal tan line spoiling the golden brown effect, my fourteen-year old sister looked utterly beguiling as my eyes travelled down a luscious spine to the micro bikini bottom. Youthful bumcheeks half displayed like two half moons, it was what wasn't on display that fascinated me. "Had a good day out?" I enquired, breaking the spell.

"Mmm very," she affirmed, looking up with a welcome smile. "You too?"

"Yes, very," I replied sincerely, if not a little guiltily. "I finally made it outside. Oh and would you believe it, I found my car."

Invited over to squat in her shadow and, unconcerned of the pain in my knee, just to be this close to the lovely little thing, I divulged the details of the car finding episode. Head turning aside, Sophie laid down the book and pushed a pair of designer rimless shades up off her nose with another smile. "I'm pleased for you, Steven. And you'll be able to take me places now. Yay!"

Ooh, I liked that thought, salacious ideas quickly forming in my mind, before Sophie continued, her voice and manner as infectious as ever: "Erm, sorry to be a pain, but can I beg a favour?" she enquired, twiddling a few stray strands of blobde hair seductively around a slim finger. Reaching aside to take the plastic orange suncream dispenser in hand, she asked: "You couldn't do my hard-to-reach bits before I burn to a frazzle, could you?"

A pain? You bet I could! Perching on the edge of the sunlounger, bum brushing her near thigh, upending the bottle I squeezed a dollop of cream into my palms and rubbed them together. By way of direction, Sophie lifted the featherlight ends of blonde hair and I laid my palms on a neck that was as elegant as a swan's. Slowly my gently swirling hands dispersed a light film of cream over the warm and tender skin. "Mmm, you do have great hands," she mused dreamily, and I wondered if perhaps Gina had been talking.

Palms shifting from her shoulders, all the way down slowly and surely to her mid back, I continued to rub gently at first, becoming more purposeful as I reached the sides, using my thumbs to indent the soft flesh. Sophie sighed and naturally I wondered if the attention was making her wet. At the same time, I couldn't help but notice the spread of boob either side of her slim body, each orb's roundness carefully concealed. This was a body - and a girl - truly to die for and, though Bonnie, Ally, Gina, Jessie, Saskia and Natalya were all incredible in their own ways, Sophie put them all in the shade. One way or the other, I had to have her, and soon.

My firm hands moved back up to her shoulders, applying a sure firm touch. Sliding and flexing, it went way beyond the initial remit of applying suntan lotion, though I think neither of us cared much. Indeed, I was getting as much pleasure from giving as I'd ever done with a past lover. Evidently Sophie felt it too. "Oh gosh, that feels wonderful," the fourteen-year old lovely sighed, as immersed as I in the sensual massage.

I worked the remnants of oil from my fingertips in fully, before reaching once more for the bottle. The next squeeze unloaded a dollop of cool lotion directly on her lumbar spine, causing Sophie to shiver and coo. "Mmm, that's it, just there," she mouthed hoarsely, lips vibrating contentedly as I went about the task with relish.

Palms flat, I dispersed the oil on and around her hips, peering down longingly at the raised curve of her arse. Gina's was mightily sexy yet nothing compared to Sophie's peachiness. I so wanted to squeeze both cheeks, to part them and to taste her goodies. I wanted to lick the sweat from the crack and then feast on the tiny brown hole. She seemed to read my mind. "Can you that too, Steven, please?" the girl enquired, indicating to her bum.

I suspected she meant apply more lotion, not lick the hole as I had in mind, though anything more she'd allow would surely satisfy me. I flexed my fingers in readiness, then eased the bikini bottoms down off her hips to a pair of thin yet nicely blossoming fourteen-year old thighs, exposing that taut young bottom. Oh this was the holy grail, a sight that made my mouth water and cock twitch like a seven-inch tall epileptic.

Sadly, mine and Sophie's back garden games were foreshortened by the unexpected roar of an engine in the driveway. "It's mum and dad," I disclosed miserably.

"Oh no," Sophie replied, seemingly with equal frustration.

As I tore myself grudgingly away and hobbled back up the garden to greet them, my sexy teenaged sister pulled up the bottoms and tied the top to maintain an air of respectability. "Welcome home," I heralded as my weary parents alighted the car, the words as sincere as a politician's.

Glancing back, Sophie issued a consolatory smile from the sun longer. It wasn't as if there wouldn't be other occasions, but this felt like an opportunity missed as Thursday grew old. Yet Friday offered the chance of fresh fun, adventure and perhaps a little revenge too.

Coming up in the next episode of The Best Week of my Life...

Steven's plan for revenge takes a dark yet thrilling twist.

Natalya ends up getting more than she bargained for.

And a visit to the sports centre to collect his sister from her class throws up some unexpected surprises.

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Introduction:

An opportunity to gain revenge takes our hero into darkly voyeuristic realms.

Friday

What a difference a week can make. It was around this time last week that my life plummed to its lowest depth in thirty years on earth. Wiped out at the card table the previous Friday and a grand in debt, yesterday the losses had been retrieved with interest - and then some. Not only that, I'd managed to get one over on longtime arch nemesis, Ronnie Carver. Whilst the win was undoubtedly a godsend, it was made so much sweeter by the fact that Ronnie was Debbie's former husband. He'd been trying to split us up for ages and I suspected had wasted no time in phoning Debbie's with the news of my loss, something that in turn prompted her decision to end our relationship. Well, he'd succeeded, I couldn't take that away from him, but I liked to hope I'd had the last laugh.

Then, to add to my woes, arriving home from the pub potless and indebted, I'd discovered the near vintage XR3i stolen. Yet miraculously, with a new week came fresh luck and by some strange twist of fate, I'd recovered the precious stolen car yesterday. Broken knee notwithstanding, being back behind the wheel gave me such a buzz.

In amongst all of that good luck, I'd enjoyed a sexual menu, ranging from virginal teenaged girls to a twenty-something Russian stripper, so things were not looking too bad. Call me greedy, but they could still look better. There was still some equilibrium left to balance up and it was also what had happened the previous Friday that occupied my mind and for which I intended to gain revenge.

Laurie Johnson had been my line manager at work for a year or so until last week, when he helped to get me fired. The sort of boss that loved to talk the talk, like so many wannabe powermongers, he could rarely walk the walk. Transparent and full of bullshit, lies and hollow promises, I'd sussed straight away he'd been promoted above his capabilities.

It would be no hollow boast to say that, with my first rate negotiating skills and encyclopaedic knowledge of the business, I'd almost single-handedly made whatever department I worked in among the most profitable in the organisation. Yet, despite that, did I see any of the proceeds? Did I hell? Johnson took the plaudits and the big bonus as well, lining his own pockets at my expense. Five per cent? That barely covered my weekly bar bill.

Unsurprisingly, that financial kick in the teeth six months ago coincided with my declining attitude. Well, once it became apparent that no matter how hard I tried or how many extra hours I put in, I was going to be treated like dirt, my enthusiasm ebbed away and I started to slack. Silly things like turning up late in the morning, taking the odd long lunch, sick days and bad-mouthing the customers started to become more commonplace in a previously exemplary employee.

But, in spite of joining the herd, little did I know my days at the firm were numbered. Unbeknown to me, my every move was being monitored hawkishly and the misdemeanours rigorously catalogued by Mr Johnson. Had I known, I doubt it would have made much difference other than perhaps to make me jump ship earlier, and avoid the embarrassment that followed.

Well, last week it finally came to a head. £200 down in The Crown during lunchtime, I was hardly inclined to dash back to the office. So I played on, ignoring the clock and foolishly chasing my losses. The trouble was that, by half past two. the debt had doubled and I was in a foul mood.

Upon my grudging return to the office Johnson was waiting, arms folded and face thunderous. Frogmarched unceremoniously down to HR like an AWOL soldier to a court martial, the threat of "You're for the high jump this time, Mills," rang hollowly in my ears.

Undoubtedly I could have bluffed my way out, issued a humbling apology and promised never to do it again. That way I might have escaped with a verbal warning. But, so wound up was I at losing at cards and Johnson's supercilious attitude that I chose instead to end the anguish - by thumping the little gimp Johnson fell like a Portuguese football player, clutching his bloodied nose.

That it happened under the watchful eye of the MD gave me little mitigation. There was no excusing that kind of behaviour even under intense provocation and I was sacked on the spot. What made matters worse, if that were possible, as I trudged away dejectedly, was that Johnson made a miraculous recovery, sporting a huge grin in my wake. I hadn't even hurt him and like a sucker, I'd fallen for the oldest trick in the book. At least being dismissed on the spot had one consolation: I could return to The Crown to try to retrieve my losses. Though, as you well know, those losses had snowballed to £1000 before the day was done.

But, as the saying goes, that was then and this is now. A week on and my luck had never been better. The worm had turned and taking Carver's wedge was just the start. Now it was Laurie Johnson's turn to feel the full force of Steven Mills' wrath.

Being Friday morning, I knew from experience Johnson's rouyine: 'meeting a broker for a business breakfast'. I'd always suspected that was just a cover. "That's him," I mouthed to Natalya, face pressed to the windscreen and pointing to my former boss, crossing the road hurriedly.

"That's who, Stee-vee?" she asked.

I really couldn't be bothered explaining why I hated the man so much, electing to speak in terms I knew she'd understand: sex and cash. Reaching into my pocket to extract £100, I stated: "Just do what you do best, Natalya darling."

The Russian stripper nodded. In spite of the a sometimes impenetrable language barrier, on this occasion she seemed to understood. "You want me to fuck that man, yah?"

"Spot on," I confirmed. "Do good job and I give you hundred more," I volunteered, cursing inwardly that I'd been reduced to speaking in tongues like her.

Sure enough the 'broker breakfast' was a falsehood, my hunch holding good so far. Parking the car, we trailed Johnson at a safe distance to a local park I knew to be a local pickup point. Damn these crutches, they almost gave the game away as I click-clicked along, and I yearned to be free of them. Thankfully Johnson was lost in a world of his own, stopping only to admire two teenaged girls playing tennis, issuing lecherous glances at their bare legs and jigglesome breasts.

Happily married, or so he claimed in the office, I'd always suspected from the manner in which he leered at the younger girls in the department, he might be a sex pest. One young girl, barely out of school, had even confided in me that Johnson had spiked her drinks and taken advantage at one of our firm's parties. Well, in my book that constituted rape but she was too scared on the repercussions to make a formal complaint. One way or the other, Johnson was an odious individual who deserved all that was coming, entrapment or not.

My only regret was that I hadn't persuaded a girl like young Jessie to come along. I wouldn't have minded betting Mr Johnson would love to get his filthy hands on some fourteen-year old pussy. However, Jessie was still incredibly naive and I was safe in the knowledge Natalya, wizened old slutbag that she was, could handle herself. She'd probably even enjoy it - and get paid for the privilege. Yet, in spite of the cost, this was undoubtedly the best £200 I'd ever spend. "Go to work," I whispered to my Russian acquaintance.

Johnson, the filthy fucker, could hardly believe his luck when the scantily clad and half decent-looking girl almost half his age walked past, smiled then took a seat on the same park bench where he sat discreetly reading a newspaper. Natalya's tiny denim skirt had ridden up her thighs and immediately drew the first furtive glance. But, a reticent Johnson unprepared to make the first move, it needed Natalya's guile to make the breakthrough, 'accidentally' dropping her phone to the grass. Reaching down like the gentleman he believed he was, my former boss scooped it up, handing it back with an asinine grin. Natalya offered a pouted thank you, before engaging him in the first stilted lines of conversation.

Keeping a safe distance on the trusty crutches, I had little doubt Johnson would be stupid enough to fall for the honeytrap. Natalya was a natural, the foreign accent and broken English making her seem easy prey for a man of Johnson's perceived social standing. Within minutes he was leading her off into the bushes, greeted by a rub of the hands from me. Clunking closer and thankful when the path turned to less audible grass, I eased up as near as I dared. Ensuring to capture it all on the videophone, I tried to maintain Natalya's anonymity. It was Johnson's life I wanted to ruin, not hers, though knowing Natalya, she'd probably get off on being filmed.

Crucially, the time, 9.46, was displayed. There could be no doubting that he was engaging in this sleazy act during company time. As Johnson went to kiss her, clearly craving the affection he was starved of at home, Natalya shook her head indignantly. Lowering to her knees, she wrestled with the zipper to his suit trousers. "Mmmm, you're a keen little slut, aren't you?" observed the little weasel, surely unable to believe this incredible 'stroke of luck'.

Okay, it was low, but did I care? Did I hell. The nasty cunt deserved everything that came his way and I could think of worse ways for him to go down. As I filmed, Natalya fished out a shrivelled penis, working her lips around the deflated purple head, trying to blow some life into it. She stroked the slowly stiffening shaft before undertaking a deft deepthroating manoeuvre. Reaching into her hair, Johnson took grip and gave it a good hard tug. Natalya yelped and pulled back, the spittle-coated and erect manhood slipping clear of her lips. "Hey, none of the rough stuff," she spat.

Well that was a veiled challenge, if ever I'd heard one, and Johnson issued a dark and ugly scowl. Used to getting his own way in every facet of life, I could tell he wasn't going to be spoken to in that manner by some cheap foreign tart, probably an illegal immigrant. Raising a backhand he delivered a sharp, cruel slap across her face. Natalya cried out in anguish and surprise, wobbling on her knees. As she went to stand, Johnson cuffed the back of her head, sending the disorientated girl face first into the undergrowth. "Dirty slut," he mouthed.

Trousers around his ankles, my former boss wasted no time pinning his prey to the ground, full weight on the backs of her knees. Lifting up the denim miniskirt and allowing a brief moment to admire her arsecheeks, he started fumbling with her panties, wrestling them down unceremoniously. Head unclouding, Natalya bucked and kicked out, trying to wriggle clear. Her steely determination and fight elicited in Johnson a truly ugly side, rarely witnessed by me before. Animately he slapped her, proclaiming: "You fucking cheap little foreign whore." As the prone Natalya protested, over and over in her broken accent, he snarled: "You know you want it, you filthy slut."

I have to say, as I filmed the unfolding scene, it wasn't entirely clear whether Natalya actually did 'want it'. Her heightened squeals and desperate pleas for clemency carried quite the air of authenticity as Johnson struggled to force her thighs apart. It may be that she'd bitten off more than she could chew in this venture. I'd have stepped in, but the accumulating footage was like gold dust. The harder she fought back, the rougher, more foul-mouthed and vicious Johnson became, slaps reining down on the cowering Russian.

In response, Natalya cried out desperately for help. With several warnings to shut the fuck up going unheeded, Johnson lifted her head by the hair and pushed it down, rubbing her face in the dusty undergrowth, twigs snapping beneath. I looked on uneasily as Natalya's fingernails scraped the surface, and it was at this point that I feared things may have gone too far. I contemplated wading in to help the poor girl and finish off what I'd started last week with a proper punch or three. But that would have meant giving the game away and witnessing the whole carefully constructed plan disintegrate to little more than a minor humiliation of the man who'd cost me my career. No, I had to hold back and trust my instincts.

Those instincts were based on what I recalled having heard from guys down the pub who'd been with Natalya. In our threesome there'd be no clue but perhaps that was because Saskia had been present. Apparently she had some rather choice kinks and wasn't averse to a little rough play between the sheets. Some claimed she'd toyed with bondage and adored rape fantasies. Certainly she seemed to derive a weird thrill from walking home alone late at night after a shift in The Crown, almost asking to be abducted. This wasn't exactly the safest neighbourhood to be around, even in broad daylight.

That probably helped explain some of the exotic bruises she sported from time to time. And word had it that she adored being tied up, hit and bitten, which was why I'd chosen her. Apparently she she also derived a thrill from being held tightly by the neck during copulation. I never had quite been able to understand that particular fetish, though evidently it heightens the orgasm.

And now, with Laurie Johnson of all people, family man and respectable office worker, that wish was coming true. Hands at her throat he squeezed purposefully whilst trying to silence her. I agonised over the right thing to do, becoming genuinely unsettled by the ferocity of the attack and desperately checking that her face wasn't turning purple yet. It was a tough call but I surmised that if she was genuinely in distress, knowing I was there, she'd have summoned help by now. So instead, and perhaps against my better judgement, I maintained a safe distance as Natalya gasped and cried and struggled. Suffice to say I was mightily relieved when finally Johnson eased his grip on her slender neck.

It had the desired effect, for, facedown in the dirt, suddenly she became compliant and he rockhard, stabbing blindly between her legs. Clenching tight, the feisty Russian denied his urgings. Growing impatient, Johnson drew a penknife from his pocket, holding the cold blade to the girl's spine. Drenched in sweat and fear and feeling the cold sharp length of steel, immediately Natalya submitted, parting her thighs. A red-faced and equally sweaty Johnson blew hard before sliding in forcibly from behind. It wasn't clear whether the ability to impale his whole length in one easy thrust owed more to his oaken hardness or to Natalya's lush wetness. It was probably 50/50.

Nibbling at her neck and drooling in her ear, he pumped purposefully downwards as Natalya laid spreadeagled and helpless, tits crushed to the sundried ground. In and out he pumped brutishly for a good two minutes, during which he called her all manner of slut-bitch-whore names. I looked on, still uneasy, struggling to comprehend the need for this ferocity of attack. Johnson was like a man possessed. Natalya, on the other hand, was reduced to issuing short whimpers, hands clenched into little fists, banging the ground either side. Gripping her neck once more from above, he tightened until she gagged, at the same time driving his cock deep and mercilessly into her wombwall. Pausing momentarily to wipe a paw across a sweat-soaked brow, Johnson observed: "You're so fucking wet, you're loving it, aren't you."

When Natalya failed to respond, lolling brokenly beneath him, Johnson lifted her tentatively by the collar, the pair of us fearing he'd suffocated her. Somewhat ironically I held my breath. A splutter and the girl came to life. "Yes, oh God yes I love it...harder!" Natalya panted, causing both men in her presence to issue relieved breaths.

I couldn't be sure whether she truly meant it or was trying to appease him. Again it was probably 50/50. Johnson pressed back down once more and administered a series of short sharp thrusts, bringing himself to the verge of orgasm. He was dribbling like a baby. Rat face contorting, with a grunt he unloaded inside her, filling her cunt with his demon seed. Lying on top till every last drop had been milked, he reminded her in wheezy tones what a filthy cockloving whore she was. Unless I was very much mistaken, the prone Natalya begged for more. Or was I just trying to excuse my complicity in the whole sorry episode?

Clambering to his knees, Johnson wiped his sticky cock head on her knee-high panties before lifting them back up her thighs and patting her bum. Natalya moaned under her breath, remaining motionless on the ground, arms bent at ninety degrees. Standing to compose and pull up his trousers, my ex-boss glanced straight at the lens. He looked as guilty as sin and genuinely appalled at the inner demons that had made him do that to a helpless girl. Dusting down, personal excuses were already slipping from his lips as the enormity of the situation dawned. "She came on to me, yeah the filthy slut was gagging for it," he whispered under his breath in an attempt to pacify his conscience and somehow exonerate blame.

From my hiding place, my breathing came equally as heavy. I was unable to believe my eyes or, more guiltily, my luck. I'd only intended to catch Johnson messing around in work hours, the whole tawdry rape element an unexpected bonus. Was the fucker for the high jump, or what! A dishevelled Johnson stumbled past me through the bushes, meeting the sunlight and starting to weep, a horrible strangled sound. "Oh God, what have I done?" he wailed.

I surmised that, even if my nefarious little plan to get him fired didn't come off, he'd be scarred for life by the incident and beating himself up mentally for the rest of his sorry life. I almost felt pity. Almost. Well that'd teach the prick to mess with someone like me. I fingered the phone hesitantly. A stolen pay-as-you-go model, bought cheaply off one of the crowd in the pub, I'd not used it before so would be amazed if anyone could trace it back to me, if push came to shove.

Wrestling with my conscience, I looked down at Natalya, still on the ground, body quivering, breath heavy. That made up my mind. Fuck you Johnson, you're gonna pay for for doing that to her and what you did to me, I said to myself. It took the merest press of a thumb to fire off a copy of the video to the MD at the office and another to Johnson's home e-mail address. Maybe his wife might be on the net, maybe not. I was happy to let fate take its course.

As Natalya climbed to her feet, she sucked in the air through gritted brown teeth, looking sheepish and forlorn, her face dusty, before finally she cracked a grin. "I do good, yah Stee-vee?"

I smiled back with a mix of satisfaction and relief. Her reaction and the huge wet patch patch on her panties told me pretty much all I needed to know, and I doubted we needed to get the police involved. "Yes, you did good, Natalya honey."

A silent journey, dropping her back at her flat, I counted out £300 more for a job well done, twice that originally offered. Well she deserved every penny, "Ah Stee-vee, you promise me much less than this, sweetie," she enthused, a warm kiss on the brow to settle my nerves once and for all.

Well, one good turn deserves another, as they say. From benevolence, suddenly I became all moralistic in my head. If only Johnson had done the same and shared the wealth among those deserving members in his team, ie me, he wouldn't be in this mess now. As she went to alight, Natalya enquired if we might go out some time. I'd let her know, I replied, unsure - certain in fact - whether I was man enough.

Driving away, I passed my former flat, catching sight of Shannon's green sportscar outside. Slowing to a crawl, I saw Shannon in the lounge when she should be at school, immediately my good early mood turning sour. Perhaps I had one more wrong to right before the week was out. But first I felt the need for a celebratory drink and nerve calmer, rolling up at The Crown.

Well one drink has a habit of turning to two then three and it turned out a longer stay than originally I'd envisaged. So many faces willing to share my recent good fortune, as I tried desperately to avoid falling into Natalya's clutches, I was dizzy from the attention. Ronnie Carver was less liked than I thought. Refreshed from the early morning workout, evidently Natalya craved more, issuing lustful looks whenever I was in range. Even after a couple of liveners, I still doubted I was man enough.

Well, despite that, I ended up staying most of the day, and into the early evening and would probably have stayed even longer had I not received the text that read: Fancy some fun right now, big boy? Bonnie. Now there was an offer that was somewhat more palatable and hard to refuse. Days had passed since the wonderful liaison that had set the best week of my life in motion. I wondered just what she had in mind. Responding in the affirmative, I bayed a grudging farewell to the guys and saw daylight, well twilight actually, for the first time in nearly eight hours.

My arrival home was greeted by my melancholy parents. Sadly the best week of my life was turning out to be the worst week of theirs. But, just like me, maybe their luck would change too. Having not known Aunt Edith particularly well, I struggled to share their grief, though my heartfelt condolences were gladly received. In the dialogue that followed, they disclosed having to leave again on Sunday for Monday's funeral, and asked if I wouldn't mind another eye on young Sophie.

Inwardly I smiled, only too happy to bear that onerous - not! -responsibilty. If only they knew my motives were somewhat charitable. Everyone content, we reconvened, they to their grief, me to my lust. Leaving the room, I read the text that had just arrived. Bonnie, it seemed, was at work, a revelation that took the edge somewhat off my anticipation. I didn't imagine the workplace, wherever it was, could be too condusive to enjoyment. Though I wasn't banking on the guile of Mrs Tranter.

The message went on to relate that she worked at a youth soccer club and had just the thing I'd appreciate. Well, according to mum there was an hour till Sophie arrived home and our supper would be ready, so I decided to go off to find out. With a newfound spring in my hobble and thoughts of that luscious MILF Bonnie in mind, I was back behind the wheel in moments. I knew of the football club from my own youth and having failed a trial all those years back so I was there in five minutes flat, the XR3i purring contentedly as I put my good foot down.

After pulling up in an eerily deserted car park, I could be forgiven for thinking this was some kind of practical joke. The evening before match day was never going to be bursting with life yet this seemed positively post-nuclear-war-esque. Hobbling up to the entrance on the trusty conveyances, the swish double doors opened automatically and there waiting in reception to spare my apprehension was sexy Bonnie Tranter, sporting a huge smile to match her huge tits. In a shapeless polo shirt and trackie bottoms, there was no clue as to the delightful curves I'd feasted my eyes upon the previous Monday.

At that moment a girl of fourteen, maybe fifteen, came charging out of a changing room to our left, looking as if she was late for someone or something. Her outfit, something a cheerleader might wear, crept into her arse crack and she reached down to fish it out. As she strode ahead purposefully, I could see the edges of her firm, tiny bum peeking out the edge, all smooth and firm. Bonnie gestured with an index finger, and I followed unsteadily through to a back office, whereupon a proper greeting was meted out. As we held, cushioned by those enormous boobs, a warm wet tongue flicked all over mine. Breaking off, she enquired: "Well, did you like what you just saw?"

"That young girl you mean?" I replied with a grin. "I think you know me too well, Bonnie."

Bonnie smiled. "You are in for a real treat then, Steven."

I liked the sound of that, though ensuring to protest that I liked the older woman equally too. Grinning, she reached for a remote control on the glass coffee table to activated a TV up on the wall. No ordinary TV, this one beamed closed circuit images of various corners of the club. I could only surmise that Bonnie worked on the club's security, that or she ran the show.

Finally, after flicking around various sites, from the pitch to the bar, all as deserted as the car park, she settled on what appeared to be a gym or a sports hall, before resting the remote. A woman of similar age to Bonnie, dressed in a green and purple tracksuit with gold braid, the team's colours, stood with her arms folded. "Okay girls, chop chop," she announced, before looking up. "Ah, glad you could make it, Mandy."

As the camera panned slowly back and forth, the girl who'd just passed us in the corridor was captured by its lens, stumbling forward and offering flustered excuses for her tardiness. I seemed to remember the name. Ah yes, Mandy was Ally's naughty friend from detention. I decided this could be fun.

As the angle changed past the apologetic young Mandy, I was pleasantly surprised to renew aquainances, albeit from afar, with Ally. Bonnie's daughter was also sporting a cheerleader's outfit, comprising a half top with a deep V enclosing her breasts snugly, a maroon and gold pleated skirt, the hem at upper thigh level, gold socks and small white trainers. She held two purple pom-poms and, when she turned to look at her friend Mandy, I could see bare shoulders, over which her strawberry blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. "Well, what do you think?" Bonnie enquired as I took a seat in a voluminous black leather sofa.

I had to confess to being mightily impressed by the whole set-up and more so by what I'd seen onscreen so far, the reply manifesting itself as a lustful sigh. Taking the cue to move in close, Bonnie plumped down on my lap, careful to balance her bodyweight away from my bad knee, back to my chest so that we could both view the screen. I suspected Bonnie lusted after teenaged girls as much as I did.

Her head lolling back, our cheeks brushed. Both turning in unison, lips touched lips and soon her mouth was open to accommodate my roving tongue. She moaned back into my mouth, pushing out her expansive chest. "So good to see you again, Steven," she mouthed sincerely as we uncoupled.

"You too," I responded with equal veracity, an exchange of short kisses before my attention was drawn back to the screen.

Having panned past the lovely young Ally, the itinerant camera lens took in the next girl, inducing a stunned reaction that almost caused me to let Bonnie's slip from my lap. Standing there, in all her fourteen-year old glory and in a sexy cheerleader's outfit, was my sister Sophie! I craned forward to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. Yet there could only be one Sophie, resplendant in the team colours, pom-poms at the ready.

Willing the camera to stop so I could feast some more, I marvelled at the little line of a teenaged navel and the curve of a girl's hip tracing the edge of the top of her skirt as it dipped low on a concave tummy. She was in perfect shape and a sight to behold in the deliberately revealing outfit. Slim legs spread before me on the monitor, her smile was as wide as the ocean and her blue eyes equally as bright, twinkling mischievously. Her pert breasts, held lightly in the maroon fabric, cried out to be squeezed, something I was doing enthusiastically to Bonnie's fuller assets. "That's my sister!" I exclaimed, and Bonnie seemed to revel in that thought, writhing sensuously in my lap as I drooled in her ear.

Next to Sophie stood the familiar figure of Gina, a natural to the cheerleading ranks with that willowy frame and long legs that never stopped. Seeing Gina again brought back fond memories, though sadly her bum was hidden from the camera for now. The six-strong troop of junior cheerleaders was complimented by two girls with whom I was unfamilar (though would like to be familiar with, given a chance), a bottle blonde and a moptop brunette. Sadly there was no sign of sweet little accident-prone Jessie but then I guessed she wasn't the cheerleader type, more akin to being at home in a book, doubtless with a damp stain at her tight panty crotch.

Watching these hot young teenaged girls line up to begin their routine, I was unable to stifle a huge giveaway sigh. "You are enjoying this, aren't you, Steven? I thought you would," observed Bonnie with a sly smile, before running a finger over the bulge at the front of my shorts. "Mmm, yes you are."

Moving the hand away teasingly from my warm crotch, Bonnie began to pinch at her distended nipples through the purple polo shirt, my eyes darting from down her spectacular front to the screen full of nubile beauties and back again. Lifting my hands from my sides, Bonnie moved them to her boobs, craving attention: "Come on Steven, show this filthy slut what a man you are."

Moulding purposefully, I soon had her moaning lasciviously, tits squirming in my palms. With a sure touch, I squeezed them together, fingers reflexing around the oversized mounds. "Oh baby, you have such greats tits," I enthused, nibbling an earlobe before my eyes were drawn back to the screen.

The moment the music began and they burst into dance, I was mesmerised. The camera was kind to me, lingering on my sister, and I watched intently the line of Sophie's toned and tanned tummy as she brought her elbows forward, arms bent, so that her breasts were squeezed together in the V of her top. And then, neck stretched, head up, she turned sideways, as her arms held open, legs apart causing the skirt to flare up and out. Three steps forward, bending down to touch the ground with both arms, her blonde hair flailed. All in perfect time to the music, she never missed a single beat.

I'd have loved the camera to stay there - on her - my darling Sophie as she jumped, breasts shaking seductively in the thin fabric. Step, step and kick, her long legs rose up and the skirt opening exposed her pantied pussy. I was just able to witness the stretched line of cotton between her legs before the camera moved passed on to Gina.

Kick, kick, kick, a turn and bend, a lurch forward and the whole of Gina's arse came into view to offer some consolation, the skirt laying up on her back as unselfconsciously and blissfully unaware of the secret audience, she cavorted. Little did she or Sophie or the other teenaged beauties realise their every move was being watched over Bonnie's shoulder as a massive pair of tits compressed joyously in my hands.

Though the routine looked perfect from where I was sat, the female coach, clearly a hard task mistresss, made them do it three more times till they were falling down from exhaustion, leaning on one another for support. A short drinks break, and it was onto a fresh routine, pom-poms tossed high in the air then caught, accompanied by plenty of hip and bum action. This had to be the hottest thing I'd watched i ages. By way of thanks I cupped Bonnie's pussy through the trackie bottoms, the ball of my thumb massaging her pubic bone.

But then sadly, practice was over, an audible sigh of disappointment accidentally allowed to slip out. Aware of my disappointent, an ever compliant Mrs Tranter reached over to the coffee table, taking the remote control. A flick and the sports hall disappeared from view to be replaced by the inside of a deserted white tiled room. Moments later it sprang to life as a head came into view, then two. They belonged to Gina and Mandy and both, as they moved past, were naked.

Soon they were joined by my sister Sophie and Ally to make up a perfect foursome. I wasn't sure how Bonnie had managed to rig up a hidden camera inside the showers, or whether it was really necessary to have security in there, but frankly my dears I didn't give a damn! "Oh nice," I proclaimed, sinking my teeth into her soft neck and pushing my fingertips against the soft crack of her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm," enthused Bonnie with equal gusto, rubbing her arse over my middle, arms elevated above her head invitingly.

I needed little prompting to remove the polo shirt, her huge tits caged only now in a lacy white half cup bra, bouncing seductively. Shimmying out of the top, her hair all golden and electricly charged, Bonnie spun in my lap to face me, gripping my neck and lowering my face into a vast cleavage. I blew a raspberry in the mounds of tit flesh and generally misbehaved as one does when in that position. Though as much as I loved it, desperately I needed to see what was happening in the girl's shower.

Bonnie placed her arms around my neck and I rested my chin on her shoulder as we swayed together. Standing side-by-side, their backs to the lens, bums on display, each girl reached up simultaneously to turn on the water, waiting for the gush from the overhead nozzle. I watched Sophie as the water poured down over her, accompanied by a little gasp. As she reached down for the bottle of gel, the little angel disappeared out of sight momentarily, the cue to get back on Bonnie's tits before I was accused of neglect.

Loving their feel and roundness, I could easily lose my head in there, not such a good idea perhaps. As I nuzzled the tops, my eyes craved to get back to the screen, I was caught in a real dilemma. Reaching back Bonnie unloosened fhe bra, those mammoth breasts shifting ever so slightly as they broke free, before finding eliquibrium and jiggling appreciably in my face. The urgent flicking of my tongue over each bloodshot nipple caused Bonnie's back to arch and she sighed lustfully, taking a firm grip of my hair. As I chewed each swollen teat, her grip tightened and an aroused crotch rubbed back and forth over my bulge.

When finally I surfaced for air, the camera was on the gorgeous Gina. Tilting a bottle of shampoo, she filled a palm then rubbed the glob into her hair. The beauty, with a supermodel's posture and Julia Roberts' smile, soaped her head thoroughly, eyes closed as a thick layer of foamy soap rose on her crown. She stepped into the stream of water and let it cascade down over her, feeling the soap dissolving and running down in fluffy white trails. I watched in awe as the suds trickled down over the girl's precocious breasts, then ran between her thighs and finally down her calves. Sighing, she ran a set of slender fingers through her mahogany-sheened hair, sliding them through the thick wet tresses to work any lingering soap out.

And then Gina too was gone from view. Past Mandy the camera panned onto Ally at the end. Back to Mandy, once more at it retraced its steps to Gina as I waited expectantly for Sophie's turn to come back around once more.

Somewhat disconcertingly, Bonnie insisted on dispensing butterfly kisses all over my neck and face, her head finding its way in front of the screen at irregular intervals. There was only one thing for it, if I was to enjoy the show uninterrupted: I lifted her off my lap and onto her knees before me. Back arched, shorts tugged down, I pulled out an already rockhard and wet cock. Grinning I smeared a dollop of precum on each nipple and another on the end of her nose. Talented slut that she was, Bonnie quickly raised each tit mound, cleansing each nipple of the dewy deposits before that tongue shot out lizard-like to lick her nose clean. With that she began to lick the bulbous head.

Enjoying a clear view once more of these four sexy girls - I could only assume the other two went straight home, all hot and sweaty and sticky between the legs - I began to leak precum at an alarming rate on Bonnie's lips and tongue. Finished on her hair, Gina was sliding her hands around on her butt cheeks, a quite beguiling sight. Then, she did something that nearly made me cum: she pushed a finger into the cleft as I had done previously. Front teeth embedded in bottom lip, she fingered the knot slowly.

I wanted more but then it was over to Ally, making sure her delightful young snatch was nice and clean. When she dropped the bar of soap and bent over to pick it up, Mandy reached across and playfully slid a set of soapy fingers up and down the crack of Ally's twat. Soon her fingers were deep inside her best friend

Catching on as to what was happening, Sophie moved across to stand in front of Gina, the taller girl's chin on her shoulder, arm around my sister's waist, caressing her stomach gently as they stopped to watch. Soon Mandy and Ally were getting into what looked as well practiced a routine as their cheerleading choreography. Mandy, a welcome addition to the teenaged harem, massaged her friend's blossoming boobs then teased and pulled on her nipples for the camera. Both girls made sure to thoroughly wash one another's pussies then repeated the process on their firm young bums.

As the camera panned away, I saw that Gina had hold of one of Sophie's nipples, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. The other hand out of sight, I imagined it was between her own legs or maybe even Sophie's. The answer came quick as Gina began to moan pre-orgasmically. Next to her, Ally closed her eyes as Mandy worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. She moved her fingers faster and faster as Gina and Sophie stood and watched and smiled, amid delicate touches of one another's bodies.

The scene was fast proving too much, especially with my cock buried in Bonnie's delightful mouth, being treated to a topnotch blowjob. Smiling wantonly, her eyes never once leaving mine, Bonnie rose up on her knees, willing me to baw each fleshy tit mound. Wanking away furiously now at a cock that so erect it hurt, experience told her I was close, a pretty mouth open and at ready to receive. A final glance at the screen revealed Mandy fisting Ally furiously whilst Gina and Sophie kissed gently. It was hard to say what was the more erotic. Combine the two with Bonnie's urgent ministrations and I never stood a chance, coming obscenely hard. "Oh fuck, yesssssss," I grunted, feeling my balls unload and firing a hot molten load.

It thickly sploshed Bonnie's lips and chin, whilst a second wave hit her directly on the tongue. Further errant spots dotted her neck and tummy as I milked a third dose onto those heaving breasts. My cum made for the centre as if it was trying to escape down the cleavage. As Bonnie gulped the load back, swallowing eagerly, I hobbled closer, spooning the spillage into a willing mouth with the head, then cleaning it on her soft tongue. Up above on the screen, the shower had been abandoned, though the images would surely linger on my brain till the grave.

As I was preparing to leave, I asked the question that had been troubling me since my arrival: "So what's the deal with you and all this?" I enquired, hands making huge arcs.

Bonnie smiled knowingly, replying simply: "Never ask too many questions, Steven, just accept."

A true woman of mystery huh? I elected not to press matters. If ignorance could be bliss, and it was, why spoil a good thing? Full of surprises, she handed me two complimentary tickets for Saturday's game. Whilst I did enjoy a game of soccer, I'd a feeling half-time couldn't come quick enough.

Thanking Bonnie manifold: for the warm hospitality, the blowjob, the tickets and my special visual treat, I promised to drop by again some time. She smiled non-committally. Locating the discarded sticks, I was able to get to the car just as Sophie and Gina were ambing outside. It would appear to all the world as if I'd driven over specially to offer a lift. Gina declined, saying her dad would be there shortly, and so, at last, I found myself alone with Sophie - for the journey home at least. A damned shame then that I'd just shot my load all over Bonnie.

Thinking back though, it was not as if Sophie had encouraged me to any particular degree, and naturally I wondered if she might prefer girls. If she did, good luck to her. Maybe it was time I went back to thinking about her as a sister. Why would I want to fuck my own sister? Why would I not want to? The true test would surely come when our parents went away on Sunday and somehow I'd a feeling I'd be left wanting.

Coming up in the penultimate instalment of The Best Week of My life:

A visit to his ex-girlfriend's flat sees Steven Mills collect more than he intended to.

With two tickets to the soccer match, he agonises who to invite along as a date.

The mystery of the Tranters is solved.

And the afternoon throws up a real result on - and off - the pitch.

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Introduction:

Saturday brings a host of unexpected thrilling surprises.

Saturday

Waking up on my couch in the lounge at my parents' bungalow following the fractured knee at the start of the week, I reflected wistfully on the past five days. Packed with sexual imagery, it was like an x-rated version of the montage afforded to vanquished contestants on Big Brother, with some satisfying revenge thrown in for good measure. With five hours to find a date for the match, time was on my side to do what needed to be done next.

After a brief exchange with the folks over breakfast, I let myself out of the house, stood to admire my old car with a sentimental eye, before easing up behind the wheel. My ex-girlfriend Debbie normally worked at NatWest, whose local branch opened on Saturdays, and I was banking on her not having taken the morning off.

Opening the door in just a t-shirt and knickers, her seventeen-year old brat of a daughter, Shannon, regarded me like something the cat had dragged in before making a derogatory comment. My benign demeanour and current good humour said let it drop, and I stated my business simply: retrieving my CD's and DVD's. I had no wish to take anything of Debbie's or even that we'd jointly-owned, and certainly had no intention of fleecing her mother. Grudgingly Shannon ushered me over the threshhold, to which I observed: "It's ten o'clock, do you not think you should put some clothes on?"

She rose to the bait like a perch to a tasty fat maggot. "You're not my fucking father, never were and certainly never will be."

Still upbeat from fleecing her biological father, the odious Ronnie Carver, at cards and indeed flush from the win, I reached into my shorts, fishing out two twenties. "Shannon, here's some money, why don't you run along to the shops or the cinema for a couple of hours so I can get on with this in peace?"

Shannon surveyed the money covetously, before turning up her nose and shaking her head. "I'm keeping my eye on you," she stated, as if I was going to run off with the family silver or something.

Ironically, in my current state of incapacity I couldn't run off with anything. I knew deep down she wanted the cash, and she knew that I knew she wanted it, but she didn't want to allow me the satisfaction. "Last chance to take £40," I bargained.

She was having none of it, as ever happier to see someone else suffer than benefit herself. Fuck it, I thought, I'll really take my time and see how she likes that. It wouldn't surprise if she had some boy coming around later. Well, I could cramp her style big time. Taking a seat in an armchair, I started on the CD rack, taking each case out, carefully studying it before deciding whether it was mine.

As half an hour passed, I could see Shannon out of my peripheral vision, huffing and puffing. I bet she wished she'd taken the money now, her agitation manifesting in a series of teenaged grunts. I, on the other hand, was quite enjoying the romp down memory lane prompted by these albums, almost as much as the teenager's discomfort. "Okay, okay, I'll take your money," she said finally with a resigned air.

Once a negotiator, always a negotiator, I stifled the urge to grin, instead forming a poker face. "That offer was withdrawn."

She gave me that 'fuck-you' type of glare teenagers have a monopoly on. Getting into our little game with relish, no longer was I burdened with having to bite my tongue and hold my anger in check for the sake of keeping the peace in the household. Many a time in the past, I would have enjoyed nothing less than putting her over my knee, big girl or not, and teaching her a proper lesson. Well, I'd be out of her life for good soon enough, so what if I did piss her off - or more? "Excuse me, but didn't I say earlier for you to get dressed?"

She hovered in the room, still evidently in the mistaken belief that she was in control in her own house. "You what...? Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?"

I waited for the words, almost a catchphrase, and she didn't disappoint, adding almost like clockwork: "You're not my fucking dad."

I reckoned that young Shannon needed some new lines if she was to spar verbally with me. Bringing her dad into the conversation was a huge mistake. "Oh yeah," I observed matter-of-factly, still rummaging idly through the CD collection. "I saw your dad in The Crown on Thursday. So, when was the last time you saw him?"

Immediately I knew I'd touched a raw nerve, wincing at my own audacity. If she deemed me a loser - and I'd be the first to admit I'd had my moments - her father surely wrote the book on losers. Seizing the opportunity, I added with barbed intent: "He ever-so-generously gave me all of his money. No wonder he's never paid a penny in child support for ten years, always gambling it or pissing it up the wall."

Shannon's bottom lip quivered and momentarily the girl was lost for words. She knew it only too well, just would never admit it in front of me. Fathers are supposed to be hero figures right? Well, she would be defending the indefensible and look even more stupid if she tried to argue her father was anything other than a lowlife waster. Not only that, the girl seemed to have all too conveniently forgotten my contributions over the past year that had helped put her through school. She hated the fact that I'd been more of a father to her in a year than Ronnie had in seventeen. But again it wasn't something she was even prepared to acknowledge, let alone admit. "Have you finished there yet?" she enquired, looking uncomfortable.

"I don't suppose you've met his new GIRL-friend yet," I added. "GIRL being the operative word. A horrible little tart she is, about your age, if not younger. He seems to like his girls real young does your dad."

Pots and kettles on my part, I'll admit, but she didn't know that. I was beginning to get right under her skin, cheeks flushing with anger. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm only saying as I see. Quite a reputation he has down your school..."

Suddenly Shannon flew at me, the nerve end I'd touched now fully exposed. Little powder-puff clenched fists glanced off my chest as she worked herself into a hissy fit. I let the girl vent her anger before finding a cruel retort. "Shame you didn't fight him off quite so readily when you were thirteen," I countered, wincing at words that were as far below the belt as one of Ronnie's grabs at his daughter's virgin cunt.

Shannon floundered, mouth agape and caught somewhere between rage and hurt. Stunned, once more she seemed lost for words, finally mustering with bloodshot eyes: "My dad never touched me. Ever."

I smiled inwardly whilst maintaining a cool exterior. Shannon was, it seemed, quite adept at giving it out, not so at taking it, just like her father really, and especially when it was as close to home as this. Finally erupting in tears, she made to flee. "Oh no you don't, young lady" I taunted, standing to reach out and catch hold of a skinny wrist, reeling her back towards me like we were ballroom dancing. "You really do disappoint me, Shannon," I continued, adopting a paternal demeanour. "I thought you had more fight in you than that."

She remained still and silent, but for a few stray tears, my grip on her wrist tightening until the bone was pinched lightly, inducing a whimper. The truth was that, despite the hard-faced exterior, now exposed under pressure as little more than a veneer, Shannon was just a na? young girl. She tried to pull away, though the harder she pulled the more it hurt her wrist. "Ouch, get off, you're hurting me."

"I think It's time you learnt a valuable lesson, young lady."

It took the girl by complete surprise as I hoisted her up and across my lap. She bit and scratched and wriggled and caterwauled as we fought, but there was only ever going to be one winner. "If you make any more noise, young lady, I'm going to go and get an orange and shove it in your mouth, okay? Then I'll duct tape it in place to shut you up properly. That stuff can rip off whole layers of skin when it's removed. Do you understand what I'm saying, Shannon?"

Suddenly she stilled from the thrashing and stopped screeching, my threat taken seriously as she issued a little whispered affirmation. This was power like I'd never felt before and something that before this week I'd never have dreamt of. My eyes and my mind had certainly been opened by the events I'd taken part in and witnessed. Almost subconsciously I found myself fondling the prone girl's arsecheeks idly through the light panties. "So is this what your daddy used to do to you when you were young, Shannon?"

"Nooooooo," she protested weakly. "He never laid a finger on me, I swear. Now, please let me go, Steven, I've learned my lesson."

I exhaled deeply, almost unable to believe how easily the seemingly feisty teenager had been broken. Though I was in no mind to let her off the hook so readily. "I'll let you go when you tell me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth," she whined.

I sighed long and hard to convey the ever increasing annoyance. "Okay Shannon I'm going to give you one last chance. I just want to get to the bottom of it."

Talking of getting to the bottom of it, my hand was on her pantied backside giving it a good rub and squeeze. It was her own fault: she really should have gotten dressed when given the chance. "I need to know if the rumours are true, Shannon. That will help explain a lot about your shitty little attitude this past year, and then we can move on. All this time I've been thinking maybe it was my fault."

The Celtic defiance in her blood prompted Shannon to wriggle like an eel in a vain attempt to break free, as further pained denials about her father's duplicity spilled out. Either she really was telling the truth, or she wanted to test how far I was prepared to take this. As I eased my grip momentarily, she relaxed discernibly, perhaps believing I was going to let her go. A week ago I would have. But now my balls were as big as tennis balls and there were to be no more half measures or unfulfiled threats.

Instead, I reached down and tugged at her knickers, a quick jerk and her bare arse was fully exposed. As she wriggled, the wiry mesh of a bushy nest chafed at my upper thigh and I grinned. Having seen, touched and tasted so many fashionably shaven twats of late, to feel a little hair was quite refreshing. "Nooooooo," she screeched, the resistance returning.

"Right, that's it, I'm going to get the orange and the duct tape. That is, unless unless you shut the fuck up right now," I warned, feeling her body go limp once more. "Lift your arms above your head, Shannon - NOW!" I ordered, the words met with immediate compliance.

The t-shirt slid up and off, ruffling the tangle of brunette hair. "W-what are y-you g-going to do to m-me?" she stammered, fully naked now on my lap, the words little more than a child's whisper.

I allowed a moment to pass. "What do you think I should do?"

"I think you should let me go," she suggested in hopeful optimism. "I won't say anything...to anyone."

I paused for effect, allowing her hope to rise before cruelly snatching it away. "And you think I'd do that after the crap you've given me this past year? Not just me but your mother too. That woman works all the hours God gives to keep you in designer trainers and expensive holidays."

Her head bowed as she took a moment to reflect upon the trouble she'd caused her poor mother with skiving school, petty thieving and staying out late at night. "So, come on, what do you think I should do?" I reiterated in reverent tones.

"Let me go," she maintained.

Things had changed completely in our relationship, the power having shifted away from her and my way, now that I could be myself and do exactly what I wanted without fear of sparking a family feud. I'd been treading on eggshells for the past year for the sake of her mother and a relationship I'd hoped might see us through to old age. Well, no more and frankly, I couldn't care less if she told her mother about this. My only real fear, if I saw this through, was the police, though I could hardly see that happening. I think Shannon realised it too, and knew that I had little to lose. Deep down, I hoped she appreciated just how deserved this was. "Well, I'm not going to let you go, so you can get that thought out of your head, not at least until the slate is wiped clean," I clarified.

I heard Shannon swallow hard, throat constricting in fear as she shivered naked across my lap. "Personally, I believe you need to be taught a lesson in manners. I think you might even want it."

Verbally she denied it of course, yet bodily she was betrayed, almost subconsciously grinding a furry moistening young twat down on my thigh. As she shifted position, the first telltale drops of juice leaked through the nest at her middle to dab my flesh. "T-taught a l-lesson? H-how?"

"I'm going to spank you, Shannon."

"Nooooooo," she squealed, a last vain attempt at defiance. "Oh my God no, that's just wrong," fell the words hoarsely.

I let her twist and squirm all she liked until she was breathless and that little act of defiance was out of her system. "And while I'm spanking you I want you to count to ten and call me daddy, you understand Shannon?"

No verbal response, the lips of her pronounced pussy dragged on my thigh like a snail trail. I angled her into the prime position, belly on my lap, rump prominent and plumped up. It had to be the most spankable bum I'd laid eyes upon since Ally Tranter's. Yet Shannon was two years older and the humiliation tenfold. Raising a firm hand I let it rest shakily at shoulder height, Shannon's backside quivering, her heavy breathing the only sound in the room. The air rippled as my hand descended. SPANK! "This is the least you deserve," I cried. "Now count!"

"One," she whimpered.

SPANK! "That's for making me spend six hours at the police station that time."

"Two."

"Good girl." SPANK! "That's for making your mother have to beg the headmaster to let you stay at school."

"Three."

SPANK! "That's for waking me up at four in the morning more times than I care to remember."

"Owwwwwww. Four," she moaned, shaking furiously. "No more, oh God Steven, please no more..."

"It's not Steven. What did I tell you to call me."

"No more DADDY, pleeeeeeease."

I grinned. SPANNNNNNK!

"Five."

"Tell daddy what you are, Shannon."

Her lower cheeks had started to blush nicely to match the upper ones that were flushed with embarrassment. She hesitated a brief moment, catching the breath that had been shot from her lungs like a ball from a cannon as I administred the glorious fifth. she struggled to re-compose, wailing miserably. "Tell daddy what you are," I reasoned.

She turned aside and up to look me in the eye. "I'm daddy's naughty little girl," she responded breathlessly.

A smug look settled on my face.

The volley of slaps had pushed her cunt back onto my lap and I found her busily rubbing herself. "Oh God, yes you are daddy's naughty little girl," I heard myself saying in throaty tones.

Not one to break a promise, I doled out five more powerful, butt slaps, each dutifully counted out and supplemented by a "thank you daddy" at the end. Gingerly she reached up to touch her stung arse, then purring sensuously as the initial pain turned to liquid desire. A complete turnaround, I couldn't be sure who of us was the more turned on. "Oh daddy, no more pain please. Your little girl will make it up to you."

Her voice, a near adult speaking in a childish tone, was so arousing my cock sprang up fully to attention, scraping painfully on the crotch of my shorts. "And how do you intend to do that?"

Shannon lifted up and eased off my lap, a mischievous little look on her face as she slid down to the carpet before me. I could hardly get my fly open quick enough, cock springing out telescopically. She reared back as if it this were the first time she'd seen a man's excited cock so close. "Shannon...?"

It was then that the stunning confession came. And boy was it ever a revelation. Evidently it was the first time she'd seen a man's excited cock so close, the admission to being a virgin taking me by complete surprise. It seemed that whilst she'd been indulging in mindless truancy, underage drinking and shoplifting, cock remained on Shannon's 'to do' list.

I supposed, somewhat disappointedly, that the confession got Ronnie Carver off the hook, a shame because I'd love to have used it to my advantage if ever he showed his face again in the pub. On the other hand, the foresting of his daughter's virginity that I was about to embark upon offered ample compensation. I think Shannon only intended to offer a blowjob but I'd had loads of those lately and hadn't had a good fuck in ages. Reaching over, I pushed her onto her back. Leaning up, supported on her elbows, she watched as I clambered off the armchair and took up a position beside her on the carpet. Her breath was erratic and she was shivering. "Daddy, I'm a little scared."

In silence I leaned across her body to bestow the first kiss, something that yesterday wouldn't even have figured in my wildest fantasies - nor hers I suspect. Unsure of such tenderness, Shannon flinched, groaning beneath her breath, a breath that quickened as I lowered to find her soft neck. Closing her eyes, she allowed me to suck, then nibble, then kiss the tender flesh. Lifting a hand, I guided her face back round ninety degrees. This time she held fast, our lips moulding. "Ohhhhhhh daddy," she moaned back, the words muffled as our tongues collided.

Within no time we were exploring one another's mouths eagerly, tongues lashing. We remained entangled, licking, sucking and slurping. Shannon eased back and I bent forward with her, holding the embrace. As she flattened out, bathed in my shadow, I saw her smile contentedly. As I lowered, her pert breasts pressed tight to my chest. Reaching over I caressed the brunette twines of hair at the girl's temple. Still the kiss persisted and, going beyond the point of comfort, I craved oxygen. Finally we uncoupled, exhaling like marathon runners and looking at one another as if we couldn't quite believe it was happening.

I took a moment to admire the naked seventeen-year old, hands instinctively crossed at her crotch for modesty's sake. Placing a hand on a soft inner thigh I stroked up, sliding it under her two. She gasped at the intimate contact, the heat radiating from between her legs warming my palm. Bending my thumb I moved it the length of her slit and back, scooping up a light film of cunt dew. Bringing it to my lips I sucked, tasting the bittersweet deposit with delight as Shannon lay dreamily, half-smiling but twitching nervously. Lifting her hands, she made a point of placing them by her sides. "Take me now daddy," she mouthed.

I smiled reassuringly, cocking my legs across, knees resting between hers. At the same time I lifted her arse, slipping a plumped-up cushion beneath for leverage. Her mound, fringed with wispy curls, pulsed gently. Jockeying for position, my cock head scraped the soft flesh of her inner thigh. As Shannon arched her back, the spongy head met a willing young pussy. Hands at her shoulders I pushed gently yet purposefully. Shannon gasped as she was penetrated by a real cock for the first time ever, her elbows tight to my neck, hands clasped. The tip nudging open the soft moist labia, her cunt, naturally, was extraordinarily tight. As I eased in the first inch to rest the head against her hymen, Shannon issued a series of 'oohs' and 'arghs', chewing at her bottom lip as she was stretched.

Further penetration impeded by the maidenhead, the two of us took the opportunity to catch a lungful. Bodies pressed tightly together at the middle and basted in sweat, we exchanged awkward yet heartfelt glances. Shannon knew the significance, offering a little nod of acknowledgement and encouragement before clamping her eyes shut. I blew, joyous in the knowledge that future boyfriends, and her husband, would never find her as tight as this. A short sharp stab bust through the barrier in one go, a little squeal and a surprisingly low blood count. Taking her mouth in mine to muffle the whimpers of pain, we kissed like long time lovers and I couldn't help but be reminded of her mother and the many intimate moments we'd shared.

Drawing back my buttocks, I started out on a gentle, affectionate rhythm, savouring the tightness. As I moved, Shannon's virgin cunt gripped my inflated cock as tightly as a finger of OJ Simpson's glove. In and out I probed, becoming slightly more forceful as the vagina became accustomed, until finally the teenager opened up like a flower in spring. Her nails dug the flesh of my shoulders as she beckoned me deeper. Buttocks pumping up and down with newfound purpose, I was in ecstasy as Shannon spread her thighs wider, heels hooked around my calves. "Fuck me hard, daddy," she begged, staying in character, hands shifting from my shoulders to my arse.

With her consent I began to pump furiously, ravaging the tight young pussy. "Yesssssss daddy," she screamed. "Harder!"

Stealing a fresh lungful of air, I observed her wish, slamming harder, our bodies locked. My pumping became so intense the cushion beneath her was flattened. Shannon moved with me, quickly picking up on what was expected of her like a fledgling filly finding its feet. Up and down I pounded, the constricted pussy walls bringing me ever closer. Shannon came with a glazed-eyed little whimper, the flow of juices making her pussy more malleable, enabling me to plough deeper. Unable to hold back any longer, such was the vice-like grip of her tight cunt walls on my rock hard cock, one final hammer and I exploded inside her. She squealed, experiencing a second orgasm that lasted ten times as long as mine, before we collapsed in a heap.

I awoke some time later, with Shannon curled up in my arms. Issuing a glance at the clock, I was surprised to see it was ten past two, just fifty minutes to get to the match. Though as long as I made it for halftime, I wasn't unduly concerned. Careful not to wake her, I slipped away from the contented teen, deciding to leave the CD's and DVD's. I'd taken enough that morning.

Little chance of finding a date for the match, there was barely time to grab a quick refresher in The Crown, but I did so anyway. My arrival coinciding with the end of Natalya's shift, the proverbial two birds were killed with one stone. I was surprised at the keenness with which she accepted the invitation, though perhaps the prospect of watching twenty-two fit young lads run around a pitch wasn't without appeal to a certified nymphomaniac. Still unsure of the girl and her extreme brand of fetishes, my intentions were purely honourable, her company preferable to going alone.

With my busted knee necessitating finding a parking spot as near to the gate as possible, the fans' car park was a whole lot busier than the night before. These under-eighteen games could be hotly contested, typically attracting around three thousand spectators. Already ten minutes into the game owing to the extra time I'd spent with Shannon, three circuits found all the spaces filled. Pulling up by a steward, I explained my predicament, pointing to the plaster cast whilst holding out the tickets. "This way sir," he heralded, indicating for a barrier to the players and staff area to be raised.

"I must know the right people," I observed after alighting and pressing a tenner into his palm.

"Yes, the club owner's wife," the steward clarified, which explained a great deal about Bonnie. "Follow me and I'll get to your places in the ground, sir, madam."

Naturally I'd been expecting to sit in the main stand among the rabble, but none of it. The lovely Mrs Tranter had taken care of that. Though Kentbury Youth was no Man United or Chelsea, its ground did have four executive-style boxes and Natalya and I found ourselves sharing a suite with a dozen others, all men, all well-to-do in suits, shirts and ties.

The only female, my Russian chaperone, dressed as usual in a figure-hugging top and skimpy skirt, received some choice looks, regarded like a stripper at a stag party - which was appropriate really given her extra-curricular activities. Among them was the red-whiskered Ray Tranter who, I had to confess, I'd not adjudged to be a footballing magnate, albeit this was at the discount end of the scale. We'd barely been sat down for five minutes, watching the game through a huge glass panel, when Natalya turned and whispered in my ear: "All these men, Stee-vee, they make me so horny."

I sighed, somewhat spent from the workout with Shannon. For once, sex was the furthest thing from my mind, and I brushed her hand away from my thigh. Sadly, the first half didn't exactly prove to be riveting viewing, with the teams going off at the interval nil-nil. But at least we got complimentary drinks and weren't exposed to the elements. And anyhow, it was the halftime entertainment I was here for, the chance to see my sister and her cheerleader chums strutting their stuff.

As if by magic, the sexy teen sextet took to the pitch to a rousing cheer from those outside in the stands, and rumblings of approval among the middle-aged men with whom we shared the box. The girls took up a position in the centre circle in two lines of three, the taller ones, Gina and the pair whose names I discovered in the program were Amber and Rachel at the back, Sophie, Ally and Mandy at the front. Though she smiled for her audience, I could tell from her body language that Sophie was a bag of nerves. Not that she'd anything to worry about for she looked perfect. The skimpy cheerleader outfit looked amazing against the glow of her tanned skin and the sparkles with the maroon and gold looked incredibly sexy.

She waited expectantly with her friends for the song to start, pom-poms by her knees. A blast of sound and the first routine got underway with energetic abandon, each girl throwing her arms back behind her hips at the side and arching her back athleticly. Stepping back and forth in a circling motion and a complex series of steps, they kept perfect time whilst holding toothy expressions. Marching on the spot, knees raised high, their young breasts, that ranged from Amber's cute little developing a-cups to Gina's oversized dd delights, moved freely within the revealing uniforms. At the same time, tresses of equally far ranging shades and styles of hair fell around their shoulders in a perfect rhythm.

I could feel my cock getting hard as, I suspected, was the case with many of the two thousand or so other male spectators in the ground. In the next seat along, I could hear Natalya purr beneath her breath then cross and uncross her legs quickly. I had no doubt she was wet, probably had been since she sat down, the breathtaking routine and sexy school-age female bodies bringing her nicely to the boil. A hand kept slipping to my groin and eventually I gave up pushing it away to concentrate on the performance.

Though all six girls were blessed with nubile beauty and the kind of figures that make men go weak at the knees, my eyes were trained exclusively throughout on my darling sister. With youthful dexterity, she kicked a leg in the air, first one then the other, allowing I and three thousand others to see quite clearly the line of her pussy as it ran up through the centre of her white knickers. My eyes stayed glued to that glorious young crotch, amid lewd thoughts of the treasure beneath.

I suspected that each man in the crowd had his favourite, the one he'd like to take home and do unspeakable things to. All had assets and all had weaknesses physically except, in my biased opinion, Sophie. There was nothing about the cute young blonde I'd change. Having to watch this, so near yet so far, was pure mental torture, and I was tempted to smash through the glass and clamber over heads onto the pitch to claim my prize. Cruelly, Sophie turned her back on me, bending forward to touch the ground. In doing so, her legs parted, the skirt rose up and her pussy stretched in the panties. A final dazzle and a twirl and the fist routine ended in perfect synchronicity.

Warm applause and cheers rang out from the crowd, greeted by gracious bows from the perspiring teenaged girls. A short respite and they stood to attention in readiness once more, pom-poms held diagonally from their bodies. The tannoy cranked out a fresh tune and immediately the six-strong team sprung into action, throwing their hands back, jumps forward, jumps back then falling to the floor in a sort of push up. Now up, and around, they lifted thier shapely legs, skirts falling down around their waists and over before doing the splits gymnastically, skirts falling around legs. They brought one leg each over and lay back on the grass, waving their pom-poms in the air.

A deft piece of leg movement and they were back on their feet, stepping by one another in a reel before, in a grand finale, pom-poms flew into the air and were caught as the music stopped. Cheers rang out as every spectator from eight to eighty basked in their glory. We were sad to see them leave, a bad case of the support upstaging the headline act. But leave they did, taking up a position near the tunnel to cheer the teams back out.

Starving hungry and, anxious not to have my semi-hard cock paraded before a dozen other men, I leapt up from the seat to go in search of something to eat. Returning ten minutes later with the half eaten burger and dragging on a strawberry shake, I found the suite surprisingly quiet and deserted. Well, not completely deserted, as Bonnie appeared from smewhere to greet me. "A good choice of date," she observed with a smile before tilting to embrace me.

After returning the kiss warmly, I eased away, non-comprehending. She gestured, and I followed in her footsteps. At the far end of the suite was a wooden door marked 'Physio room'. Reaching up, she switched on the TV in the corner, activating yet another of her spy cameras. I smiled, piecing together the clues like a detective and having a fair idea who was going to be the star of the show, and who'd comprise the supporting cast.

The inside of the treatment room was revealed, all white and airy with grey blinds over the windows. At first, nobody moved. Then one, a tall, handsome guy with blond hair, looseened his tie, tore off an Armani shirt, unbuckled his pinstripe trousers and edged forward. In a flash, like they were waiting a sign, everyone else did the same. As soon as the blond one who, I later learned was the club chairman, had his semi-hard dick out, a naked Natalya addressed him, fell to her knees, and the prick disappeared in her mouth. Suddenly the others started to cheer like a goal had been scored.

The enthusiasm and sight of Natalya with a cock in her mouth - doing what she does best - was truly intoxicating, even for a spectator. Bonnie moved closer and we stood side-by-side, our arms around one another, watching the action unfold. Occasionally she'd turn and we'd exchange kisses.

Inside, within no time a circle had formed around Natalya and eleven other pairs of hands were taking turns to grope her small, curvy body whilst stroking themselves hard. As Natalya eagerly deepthroated the blond guy, making loud slurping noises and clearly enjoying herself no end, two others muscled in at the sides, squeezing her tits and presenting their hard cocks as another, a middle-aged balding man, moved behind, shoving a finger into her wet slit. Natalya moaned all over the prick in her mouth. "Come on, slut suck it, suck it harder," the chairman ordered.

Revelling in the show of authority, the Russian girl looked up with a faraway look, took his dick out of her mouth and said: "You do it for me, big boy. Don't stand there and let me suck your cock, fuck my slutty mouth ya!"

It didn't take a second for him one to rise to the challenge. In a flash, his large, thick cock was back inside Natalya's mouth, but this time he held her by the hair and plunged it down her throat unceremoniously. The Russian stripper gagged and her cheeks flushed, looking as if she might pass out any second but, when mercifully the chairman let his dick slide out of her throat again, she admonished: "More, do it harder, make me choke ya!"

So that was what he did, ramming it in so hard down her eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. With her hands, taken by two other guys to their cocks that she wanked in unison, all she could do was to make sure her throat was open sufficiently to accept the pounding. "Take it all you filthy slut, choke on my dick, come on, choke," Blondie roared.

He fucked Natalya's face for a good minute, then pulled back. Natalya gagged, a thick line of saliva drooling down the corners of her mouth. "Oh yeah, that's it," she enthused between rapid intakes of breath. "Do it again, do it harder, use me ya."

"She's good," observed Bonnie next to me, turning so that we could exchange another lingering kiss, as her husband Ray waited in the circle.

Moving back into position, the chairman started over again, only harder, fingers wrapped even more tightly in her hair. Natalya's face showed signs of discomfort, but also of unbelievable sexual hunger. Baldie decided he was tired of fingering, repositioning to jab a long thin cock forward. From the pained look on Natalya's face, it was evident he hadn't gone for her pussy. Meanwhile, the two getting handjobs were starting to show signs of orgasmic proximity as others surrounded, trying to get their hands on a precious piece of cunt, tit or arse and desperate for a turn. "Hey, let me underneath that slut," one of the men called, and I noticed it was the big man Ray that stepped to the fray.

I felt a squeeze of the hand and Bonnie gush: "That's my man," the sexual freedom and openness between the pair like nothing I'd ever encountered.

The guy reaming Natalya's ring dutifully shifted position for the big man and, within the blink of an eye, both dicks were being pushed into Natalya's fuckholes. Her muffled screams rose an octave as they began pumping simultaneously, stretching her obscenely. Soon, the whole of Baldie's shaft was embedded in her bowels as Ray pumped up from beneath. Displaying a wanton smile, it hadn't taken Natalya long to get used to it. Indeed, she was grinding on both the cocks inside her body, trying to get them in even deeper, if that were possible whilst being face-fucked vigorously and wanking off two others.

Soon, those two side-on guys could hold back no longer, the first of many to cum, spraying her tits from both sides with thick seed. Next it was the turn of the chairman to spew his seed, ensuring to draw back and dump his load all over her face. Natalya blinked as some of the goo hit her eye. Within moments, the spent ones were replaced by three other guys with hard dicks and huge grins, who were soon plunging in and out of Natalya's mouth or being wanked vigorously. Occasionally, she'd bring the two in closer, rubbing their cockheads on her tits and nipples.

Outside, in the stadium, a loud cheer went up as a goal was scored, though no one in the physio room paid the slightest heed. Bonnie had though, bouncing up and down like Dolly Parton on acid. We hugged, did a victory dance, then went back to our voyeuristic pursuit.

As Ray and Baldie worked hard, Natalya enjoyed her first orgasm, screaming madly and spitting the cock from her mouth. The erratic spasming of her body in turn sent the pair in her fuckholes over the edge and their faces contorted as two thick loads were dumped in her womb and bowels respectively. The final two took up positions, to make it a nice round dozen and when they, the latest two latest handjobs and the mouth fucker came with a series of grunts, her whole body, hair and holes were covered in sticky, cloying semen. Natalya had succeeded in bringing off all twelve, and the second half was only a third of the way through.

Bonnie reached up to turn off the TV as inside, suit trousers were pulled up, designer shirts buttoned and ties straightened. To supplement his sperm donation, each man threw a fifty onto the physio table before filing out. Bonnie pushed through the exodus and led Natalya off to the showers. That they were gone for the rest of the match told its own story. I imagined the lustful Mrs Tranter had a whale of a time helping Natalya freshen up, doubtless drinking the cocktail of cum from the girl's cunt and arse holes.

An anti-climax thereafter, the match finished one-nil to the home side which was enough for the celebrations to begin in earnest. Enough excitement for one day, after a couple of glasses of champagne to show willing but with no wish to lose my licence or compromise what I had planned for the Sunday, I sloped off early. Besides, it meant I was able to intercept Sophie and get her home safely. Well, it's what any considerate elder brother would have done. I wasted no time in telling her how talented a cheerleader she was and how she'd outshone the others. Again, it was the brotherly thing to do though I truly meant it.

As we pulled up outside the bungalow, she leaned over to kiss me. I puckered up, taken by surprise when her little tongue brushed over my lips. Opening my mouth, it slunk inside and I moved my hands to the middle of her back, stroking down to the hip. It was Sophie that broke away with a contented smile. "Hey, so what you have planned for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Your birthday, silly."

In all that happened it would have been easy to forget that turning thirty-one was imminent, though it hadn't quite escaped my mind. With a huge smile, I revealed: "We'd better have a party, hadn't we?"

"Yay!"

Well, what better way to end the best week of my life?

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Introduction:

A party to mark the last day of the best week of his life.

Sunday

Four o'clock in the afternoon, and I looked down dejectedly as another text message came through offering well wishes but apologies for absence. This latest one from Bonnie Tranter was a real body blow. My own fault, I guessed, for giving such short notice, I'd hoped nonetheless that a dozen close friends and relatives might mark the occasion. Yet half that amount now seemed wildly optimistic. Espying my long face, Sophie offered a look of condolence, supplemented by the consolatory words: "Well at least we're here."

I forced a smile in return, looking on as she and her two best friends, Gina and Jessie, stretched up to distribute the last of the streamers, banners and balloons. I felt like saying they needn't have bothered going to such an effort but, not wishing to appear ungrateful, I held my tongue. Besides, I could imagine worst company to be amongst than these three cutie pie fourteen-year olds.

I had to admit that Gina stole the show, looking more delectable than ever, dressed stylishly from head to toe: hair piled up to reveal a long slender neck, all the way down to black strappy heels. In between was a drop dead combination of natural allure and creativity to emphasise an innate beauty. Her eyes, I noticed, were an amazing shade of dark brown, like two chocolate drops, the pupils indistinguishable from the irises and framed with a wonderful set of long, black lashes. She wore a white pearl necklace that plunged halfway down her sizeable chest, complimenting the teenager's soft skin perfectly and chosen to match a black ball gown that emphasised the form of her round breasts and shapely hips.

On her right wrist was a matching bracelet: two strings of white pearls held together by a gold clasp. The dress ended just above the knee with a slit up the left thigh to showcase a pair of sexy long legs. Holding the dress in place were two spaghetti straps, aligned on her shoulders to disguise the bra straps. I guessed that, as she worked tirelessly on my decorations, they'd slipped out of place without her having noticed, allowing a glimpse of the ivory-white lingerie against her tanned skin. No doubt about it, this was a girl who was going to break many a man's heart in her time.

Sophie too had gone to some considerable effort, clearly anxious not to be overshadowed by her model-to-be friend, the only shame being that there weren't more guests to witness it. She wore a straightforward, figure-hugging sheer cream blouse, nipples pushing at the gauzy fabric through a lightweight lacy bra, a knee-high black satin skirt and wedge-heeled shoes. Blonde hair straightened, it cracked with electricity.

Jessie too looked delectable in a pretty paisley blouse and skirt and oversized hoop earrings, maintaining the girl-next-door look yet with a promise of the minx I'd messed around with just beneath the surface. All in all they'd lived up to stereotype yet dazzled as only pubescent, hormone-laden girls can.

Deciding that it was everyone else's loss and our gain, by six o'clock the four of us were deep in shots, an inadvisable yet wickedly decadent mix of apple sourz, tequilas and flaming sambucas featuring prominently. With alcohol inside my belly, I allowed myself to mellow and relax. Jessie, whose small build suggested a lower tolerance to alcohol than the other two, soon lived up to my expectayions and became flirtatious. Over the past hour, whenever a birthday drink was finished, she'd clamber tipsily onto my lap to administer a hug, usually followed by a kiss on the cheek and latterly the occasional grope. I returned the favour with a few well-placed squeezes of my own.

I knew the girl was pretty gone by the time seven o'clock arrived because, as a song with a good beat came out of the stereo, she loudly led the other girls up from their armchairs and began to bump and grind together. I smiled at first, then applauded their moves and soon was cheering and wolf whistling, wishing desperately to be able to join them. Damn this busted knee and my incapacity.

As the dance CD ended, entering fully into the party spirit despite the lack of numbers, Sophie put on an album of short singalong tunes, before disappearing from the room. As a jaunty version of 'Happy Birthday To You' erupted from the speakers, my sister reappeared carrying a cake, topped with thirty-one lighted candles. The trio drunkenly joined the rendition, after which Sophie ambled over and stated: "Okay birthday boy, time to blow out your candles and make a wish."

I'm sure you can imagine what I wished for.

"Okay, let'sshh play sshhum party games," slurred Jessie, grabbing hold of my hand. "Passhh the parcel would be a good one to sshhtart with," she volunteered in all seriousness, and I had to remind myself that, in spite of appearances to the contrary, these girls were still only fourteen. "Oh, but we don't have a parcel," she complained with a shrug of the shoulders and a pout.

Gina smiled. "Oh yes we do, you can be the parcel, Jessie. I'm sure we'll all enjoy unwrapping you and seeing what's underneath."

With that she pushed Jessie towards Sophie who caught the flying girl, issued a hug, before easing her in my direction. I caught her with an 'accidental' grope of the arse before despatching her back to Gina. "Ooh I'm getting dizzy," Jessie exclaimed with a giggle.

At that moment the track on the CD player happened to stop. The person Jessie was in front of was Sophie. From behind her, improvising, my sister reached around to unbutton her friend's top. hands all over Jessie's bra-covered little breasts. She felt Jessie up as Gina and I looked on covetously, licking our lips in anticipation. A fresh track came on and Jessie was tossed my way like a spinning top. I could hardly avoid groping her boobs through the bra, eliciting an audible moan from the drunken girl, before passing her on to Gina who did the same.

Uncomplainingly our young plaything went around the circle twice more before the music stopped a further time. In front of Gina, who gave a little whhop of joy, Jessie's skirt was loosened and eased down, the taller girl ensuring to fondle the raised pussy mound thoroughly through her panties in the process.

More jolly music filled the room and, after Jessie had gone round several more times, I was the next lucky one she stopped in front of. Submissively she collapsed in my lap, arms raised in readiness. Feeling my way around her slender body, off came the bra - eventually - exposing Jessie to her friends. As I couldn't see from this position, I redressed the balance via the sense of touch, ensuring to cup and squeeze the tiny titflesh and inflating each nipple monstrously. Taking hold, I gave each erect teat a good nip whilst rubbing my bulge into the cleft of her arse. Sadly the music started up once more to railroad my pleasure.

Around Jessie went in just her panties, head spinning and continually pawed by three eager pairs of hands before the tune finished. Halfway between Sophie and I at that point, reaching out I claimed her as my own. Neither my sister nor Jessie seemed to object as I slipped a hand between the girl's legs and ran a set of fingers appraisingly over her panty-covered cunt. With a grin I pushed at the damp spot where Jessie's plump pussylips contacted the cotton crotch. Soft squidgy movement greeted the applied pressure, the material going up inside her. Leaning back into my strong chest, I could hear Jessie's heart beat furiously and her breath quicken.

Sophie and Gina were mesmerised too, sly little touches up their skirts having not escaped my hawkish attention. Slipping a hand of my own inside the leg band of Jessie's knickers, a roving fingertip found the moist crack. I ran it back and forth, tracing the soft line. Jessie drooled as the top of the tip parted the little lips. I ensured to give her crack a nice rub before removing the finger and raising it to my lips. Yet before reaching its intended destination, Gina was upon me. "Oh God, let me taste," she interjected with a salacious grin, opening her mouth to receive my cunt-scented fingertip. "Mmm," she enthused. "Jessie is sooooooo wet. Though I really think I need to find out for myself."

With that she fell to her knees. From the way these girls interacted, I didn't imagine for one moment that this was the first time she'd seen her friend's pussy close up. Though undoubtedly it was the first time it had been served up to her on a grown man's lap. Reaching up she eased Jessie's panties from her hips, tugging them down then off and holding them aloft so we could all see how wet they were. Gina handed them to her friend, saying: "Now Jessie, suck the crotch and taste yourself."

Evidently eager to please and somewhat the worse for booze, Jessie held them up, opened her mouth, lowered the crotch into it and began to suck. Not quite sure where to focus my attention, as things started getting ever so slightly out of hand, my eyes came to rest eventually on Sophie opposite. The hand that had been straying up the front of her skirt was now employed full time. Catching me peek, quickly she pulled out her fingers with an audible plop. Evidently Jessie wasn't the only wet girl in the room. I gestured Sophie over, greeted by a hesitant, almost shy, look. "Let me taste," I mouthed to her, having missed out on Jessie's cream.

Tentatively my sister stepped forward to rest a damp finger on my lips. Pursing, I allowed her to push it in to the knuckle, marvelling at the butterscotch taste as I sucked its slender length. On my lap, though I couldn't see, I could certainly hear what Gina was doing to Jessie, alternately pushing her fingers inside, then issuing cat-like licks up her friend's slit. Lost in one another, Jessie slipped from my grip, joining Gina in a clinch on the floor at my feet.

That was Sophie's cue to join me, so imagine my disappointment when she moved away. Intent on filling the musical void that had arisen, the party atmosphere was raised higher as the breathy seductive tones of Shakira wafted among us. A look my way, a sly smile, and she moved back close once more. Just out of touching distance, my lovely young sister started a slow sensual dance, rubbing her hands up and down her tight body. Such was the effect that the other two girls stopped slurping momentarily to gaze up.

With shaky fingers, Sophie undid the top three buttons, leaving just the two lower ones together. As she gyrated sexily, the blouse opened allowing me a peak at her lacy bra. Shaking her head from side to side in time to the music, blonde hair drawing an electric patten in the air, she humped around the room, hovering above her friends for a couple of moments to allow them a good view up her skirt. When she turned my way, her hips were shaking and she was beaming.

Gliding over to where I sat expectantly, she danced for me, imitating the Colombian beauty on the stereo, hands behind head and wiggling that sexy young body sublimely. Turning around to face away, she shook her arse seductively. That she remained just out of reach added to the tease. Remaining rear-on, she backed up really close, getting a leg between my two then lowering to lightly rub her arse over the left thigh. From their conjoined position on the floor, Gina and Jessie grinned, touching one another lightly to maintain the sexual circulation whilst watching Sophie do her moves.

Doubtless spurred on by the alcohol inside her, the sexy teenager lowered her weight to perch in my lap. With a shake of the hips, she moved her bum over my stiffening groin, still in time to the music. Reaching, I put my hands on her waist for support as she rocked back and forth alluringly. When my paws elevated up the sides, dangerously close to her breasts, she pushed up and out of my grip, issuing a teasing smile. Stood facing her friends, peachy bum wiggling, Sophie undid the final two buttons of the blouse. It fell off her shoulders and dropped to the floor.

Pirouetting to face me once more, I saw that her nipples were erect, poking through the lace material of the bra. I craved to feel them but, deliberately or otherwise, she remained teasingly out of reach. Instead, she loosened the skirt at her waist. It slid down to pool at her feet, revealing a delightful pantied crotch. On the spot, she shook her hips back and forth. Doing a little shimmy, I could see clearly beneath the skimpy panties that she was shaven or maybe even waxed. Gyrating close, our fingers locked and she lifted me up to her. Pushing her pussy over my midriff, she couldn't fail to feel my hard cock straining against her.

It was then that she upped the stakes to take my breath away, quite lireally. With one hand behind my head, she pulled me close for a kiss, our lips brushing then moulding. With the other, she took my hand and placed it onto her breast. Her two friends gasped too as she rubbed my hand on her tit, then pushed me back on the couch.

Immersing herself completely in the act, Sophie danced all around the room, giving her squatting friends their own private show. She moved behind, rubbing her bra-clad breasts on the backs of their heads to delighted squeals. Reaching back, Gina made sure to feel my sister's arse up and down, then rose to face her. The pair dirty-danced for precious moments before Gina pulled Sophie in front, reaching around to cup and squeeze her breasts. Sophie made no protest, allowing the flesh to be toyed with and her nipples to be rubbed through the flesh-hugging lace.

With a gasp, she pushed back harder, her bum against Gina's crotch, looking like she was really turned on. Easing away, she stepped over Jessie, a trailing hand stroking her friend's hair, before catwalking my way. This time she climbed on frontways, knees either side. Immediately I moved forward to receive her, hands on hips. As we swayed, my palms made their way up her back. She arched and tossed back her head, golden hair ablaze with electricity. I fiddled with the clasp, finally freeing it and with it her breasts. The bra plunged between us, her bared boobs pushed hard into my chest. Though I still wore a shirt, the sensation was amazing.

I eased back in the couch as Sophie remained still, allowing at last a view of her lovely young breasts. Moving in once more to retain the close contact, straddling me, she slid a pleasantly plump backside over my legs whilst fumbling with my shirt. Unbuttoned from top to bottom, I shook it free and she leaned in to thrust her tits into my lightly-haired chest, nipples cutting upward trails as she arched.

Our faces close, we exchanged a full-on kiss and I couldn't help but notice she tasted of apple as our tongues touched. Shifting forward on her knees so that her pussy was now hovering over my bulge, my hands came to rest on my young sister's pantied buttocks, massaging the exposed flesh above the tops of each thigh. Shaking her shoulders back and forth, she made another upward curve, this time pushing her tits right into my face. With what can only be described as a fishlike expression, I tried to catch her nipples in my mouth as they tickled over my face.

Absolute heaven, I was so damned hard my cock felt like it was trying to erupt through my shorts. Sophie pushed me back once more on the couch, our hands joined at the sides, fingers interlocked, and started to grind firmly on my cock, just my shorts and her lace panties separating our sexual organs. She continued to bump and grind as I sat passively, thrilling at every moment. Sophie was so hot and felt so incredibly wet that God knows how far things would have gone had the lights not flickered then suddenly died as the stereo come to an abrupt halt. As dark enveloped the room, all three girls screamed, as much in surprise as fright. "It's okay," I reassured, holding Sophie protectively. "Must be a power cut."

"I'll go find some candles," offered Sophie, easing from my grip, and I'd never wanted to let anything go as much.

"We'd best get dressed anyway," mused Jessie miserably from the floor as reality bit. "It's nearly nine. Gina's dad will be here soon to collect us."

Gina concurred sourly, sounding as if she'd lost out on some great opportunity. As she rose and passed my way, she craned to whisper in my ear: "Bathroom - now."

Incredibly horny and rockhard from Sophie's lovely little lapdance, I allowed her friend six strides before rising and hobbling off in pursuit in the dark. This was my cock talking, brain otherwise engaged. Gina almost yanked my arm out of its socket pulling me inside with her. Her hands were already down on the edge of the bath in readiness, next to her mobile phone that provided a dim glow in the otherwise black room. Arse raised, I didn't imagine foreplay was utmost in her mind, confirmed when, glancing back over her shoulder, she barked: "Come on Steven, we don't have long."

Moving up, I gripped her hips firmly, the shaft cradled in the girl's arse cleft, the purple bell-end resting at her coccyx. "Just do what you did with your finger the other day, but with your, um, thingy," she directed.

I couldn't help but smile at the innocent turn of phrase, though I understood the implied sentiment fully. For one, she'd seemed to enjoy immensely having her arsehole filled with my finger during our previous liaison. Secondly, she could retain her virginity for that someone special. Thirdly, there was no danger of being knocked up. Gina had her head screwed on, and a whole brilliant life ahead of her. It crossed my mind in a random moment of clarity that such virtues ought to be taught in Sex-Ed classes to help cut down on unwanted teen pregnancies. Maybe they already did. And not that I was complaining - far from it, I adored her lovely little arse.

Groping for the vaseline jar, I took a nice big scoop, smearing a generous amount over my bloated cockhead and the rest on and around Gina's tight brown knot. With the pressure of the motion, a fingertip slipped inside, accompanied by a little whimper, half fright, half desire. No time to stand on ceremony, I placed the tapered tip at the entrance whilst reaching around to give Gina's vagina a good rub. Two fingers found their way up to the knuckles pretty readily, which is more than could be said for my cock. Damn, her arse was baby-tight. "Just do it," she hissed, bracing. "Get it in me."

So I did. A purposeful heave and the head disappeared. Gina sucked in air melodramatically, understandable really, though she took it well, I thought. Conscious of time, a series of firm prods saw three-quarters of the shaft impale in young virgin butthole. At the same time I ensured to give her clit a good rub. Already she was leaking down my hand somewhat obscenely. "Oh God yesssssss, that feels so good," she enthused.

That green light was all I needed to begin a leisurely - at first - rhythmic arsefuck. In and out I moved, trying to be as considerate as possible but at the same time consumed by a desire to fuck her hard. I couldn't help but give her right buttock a couple of smacks. I'm not sure she took too kindly to that but wasn't about to fall out over it. At that moment, our bliss and the pervading silence was interrupted by the tuneless ringing of her phone. Over her shoulder, I saw the word 'Dad' flashing on the screen. Gina reached aside and brought the phone to her ear as I continued humping. "You're outside, daddy?" she answered huskily. "Okay. No, no, wait there, we won't be...arrgghh...long."

Fuck, I almost came! I wore the smile of a grown man fucking the virgin arse off a fourteen-year old schoolgirl whilst she makes innocent small talk to her unknowing father on the telephone. That has to rank as one of the hottest, most perverted things I'd ever done. The carefully measured words to her father were peppered with little 'oohs' and 'ahs' as she battled to retain composure under the anal assault. I wondered if Gina's father, who was probably a similar age to me, had ever fantasised about buggering his little girl. I'd be surprised if he hadn't.

Even before daddy rang there were never going to be any medals for longevity and, as Gina spasmed on my fingers embedded up her cunt, I exploded in her butt, firing a spunky enema deep into the girl's bowels. Spent, I coiled over her back and nuzzled her neck. Unfortunately she was in no mood for afterplay - with me at least. As she eased me away and hoiked up her knickers, she whispered devilishly: "I'll get Jessie to lick my arse clean later of your spunk."

Mmm, a shame I woundn't be around to witness that. As my perverted fantasies ran riot, I quickly got to wondering if Gina's dad might catch the girls messing around and punish them hard. Christ, if I wasn't getting sicker by the hour. But then my mind soon moved on to other things as the girls said their goodbyes and I ambled back to my couch. The room bathed in warm candlelight, it was rather romantic, especially when Sophie came over and cuddled up to me, her back to my chest, breath warming her neck.

"I think this is going to be the best birthday ever."

Sophie sighed contentedly. "Talking of birthdays," I continued, one hand on the girl's hip, the other stroking her hair. "The night you were born was the night I, erm, lost my virginity."

"Really?" she mused dreamily.

"Yeah really. Can you keep a secret, Sophie?"

"Yes," she whispered, our bodies pushing closer as if about to enter into some top secret pact, a tiny set of fingers wrapping around my knuckles.

"Promise not to tell a single soul?"

Her hand tightened on mine in response, and I stole a breath before continuing. "Mum and dad had gone to the hospital, awaiting your arrival, and I was left in charge of Karen, Terry and Mickey. Karen was fifteen at the time, Terry was thirteen and Mickey nine. I sent the two younger kids to bed at about ten o'clock, leaving just me and Karen."

Sophie's hand locked harder around mine, as she realised the implication. It was so long ago I'd virtually forgotten, or at least pushed the incident to the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind. Until now that was. "It just kinda happened, I don't think either of us meant it too. We were snuggled up on the couch like you and I are now."

Remembering my first time with sister Karen - hers too - all those years ago had caused my cock to jerk, evidently not entirely spent from the brief anal workout with Gina. Almost subconsciously I found my hands had slid from her hip and was doing to Sophie what I'd done to her elder sister all those years ago: rubbing an excited pussy through her knickers. "Sorry, I should stop..."

I went to move it away but found Sophie's on top. Though she could hardly be described as strong, enough force was being exerted to hold it in place. "Please don't stop Steven," she whispered. "It feels nice."

As she brought her tiny hand away to stroke my cheek, I adjusted, moving my palm from outside her knickers to in, sliding it down the front and over the moist smooth slit. She gasped at the touch, drawing her breath sharply, tense body suddenly going all limp. She turned to glance shyly at the hard cock straining against my shorts and, even in the poor light, clearly I saw her blush. "Did I make it go like that?" she asked.

Sophie looked impressed, so I guessed she hadn't seen too many guys naked, if any. Still blushing and doubtless more sober than earlier, she tentatively reached to touch the bulge through my shorts. She lightly stroked the outline of my hard-on, fingers tracing its ridged contours. Then her hand lowered, stroking my balls through the material before sliding a hand up the leg to cup them. As her palm made contact, she exhaled.

Still stroking the outer lips of her pussy, I looked over at her eager, flushed face. She seemed so small and fragile next to me, thighs parted a little awkwardly. Removing the finger, I brought it to my tongue and tasted her delicate scent. Craning down I kissed her belly, playing with the pierced stud in her bellybutton with my tongue. She shifted position onto her back and I moved further downwards, reaching the elastic of her pink panties. Where her pussylips had contacted the cotton, a little damp dark stain had formed.

I pressed my face against the cotton fabric, nuzzling her softness through them. Her pussy felt so smooth, the dampness of the pantied crotch increasing as I kept nudging the material with my face. Taking hold of the top of the knickers, I slowly eased them downwards. Sophie lifted her bum to help me, sighing wistfully as they came off. I looked across in the candlelight to see her eyes closed, right arm covering her face. She was biting her lower lip and breathing erratically.

Slowly and deliberately I removed the knickers, marvelling at the sight of my sister's tight little twat, as smooth as a baby's bottom. I bowed down to kiss her between the legs, though the kiss became so much more upon tasting the first sprinkle of dew. Parting her tight pussy lips with an eager tongue, I twirled around the opening, enticing little moans.

Moving upwards, I found her clit with my tonguetip. As it touched the sensitive nub, Sophie jerked then started bucking against me - slowly at first, then faster. Finding a rhythm, I lashed back and forth and around in circles, feeling the juices gather on the end. Evidently turned on, soon she was thrashing about. A long, soft whimper gradually turned into a deep sigh as she pressed her cunt to my mouth and quivered, then came with a flurry.

Looking across more closely now at my darling little sister, my face slick with her pussy juice, I noticed she'd been holding something as I licked away at her clit. Damn, if it wasn't Jessie's discarded panties that she must have picked up off the floor as I was going down on her. Sophie had been joyfully sniffing Jessie's dirty knickers as I tongued her pussy. The little minx was full of surprises!

She looked at me and grinned through a series of deep breaths. "Oh Steven, that was amazing. I, erm, I found this pair of Jessie's... You won't believe how hot that was, sniffing them while you licked me down there. I got this weird tingle in my nose. I haven't ever come that intensely before. Ever."

Sophie reached over and pressed Jessie's knickers to my face so that I could be intoxicated too. They smelt really sweet. "She must have been really turned on today," Sophie asserted, indicating at the stained gusset.

I drank in the sweet, intimate smell of Jessie's sex, cock throbbing in my shorts. Only then did it dawn on me that Jessie had gone home, in Gina's dad's car, knicker-less, causing a huge tent. Meanwhile, having recovered, Sophie moved down to tug at my shorts and free it. The straining hard-on was standing alert as she lightly stroked the length. Her eyes glittered and she stared at it intently. "I've never seen one this close before," she confided. "My, erm, first time was, like, all fumbling in the dark and stuff."

Disappointed in a way to learn that, though in another way I was relieved. "He was just a boy in my class," she explained. "Big mistake."

Just a boy, the words spoke for themselves. "He barely lasted three seconds before shooting off, and kind of ran away afterwards. I think he was embarrassed or something. It hurt a bit too," she confessed, having attained a firm grip on my member now, moving her hand steadily up and down and causing the foreskin to roll back and forth over the bulbous head. "Can we do it, do you think?"

Mr Play-it-cool I was not, I'm ashamed to say. I was on top of her in a jiffy, spreading her thighs with my knees and fumbling to find the entrance with the torpedo-head. A ravenous Sophie helped me, taking hold and guiding it towards her sweet spot. As slowly I pushed in, the warm wetness engulfed my member snugly, full of tingling friction. Sophie's cunt was so warm it seemed her body temperature must be way above my own. Her vaginal walls seemed to suck me into her. Short deliberate strokes brought me ever deeper into my lovely, willing, teenaged sister. I stopped as soon I was fully inside her, taking a measured breath, afraid I might cum too soon. I wanted this to be anything but like her last dreadful time.

Sophie looked up at me, mouth half-open, almost slack as she carefully moved under me. "I feel so full, but it doesn't hurt," she observed, seemingly surprised at this. "It's not like the last time at all, even though you're far bigger. It's... uuurrrggghhh. It feels sooo good."

Her soft rocking motions, gripping pussy and clear blue eyes were fast getting to me. She bit her lip and looked at me worried, yet never ceased the gentle movements of her hips towards me. I in turn pushed back to meet them, sliding in and out of her majestically. My foolish pride was relieved when three minutes had passed and I hadn't cum, though I wanted it to last three hours. Thank God Gina had taken the edge off. Another precious three minutes passed as my cock, drenched in her juices, slid in and out in a fluid motion. "Whatever you do, Steven, don't cum inside me. Maybe...nnngggh...you should...pull out now?"

"Just a bit more. It's so good. You're so tight. Oh God Sophie..."

"Please don't squirt inside me. Pleeeaaase?"

"I won't. I won't."

I kept moving inside her wet, warm love canal, it's tightness gripping and making my cock tingle. It felt so good that I just didn't want to stop but, as an increasingly desperate-sounding Sophie alternated between moaning and begging me not to cum in her, finally I had to pull out. Sophie's hand immediately gripped my slimy cock and I watched between our bodies as her hand moved on my prick, stroking me towards orgasm. It blurred in that tiny fist of hers and, just as I was about to cum, I felt Sophie move, trapping the head back between her legs. "Sophie, I'm about to cum," I warned.

She smiled and moved her darling pussy over the head, bringing me ever closer. This time it was my turn to panic as I felt the first telltale signs. "Sophie, I think you should...oh God..." I moaned, trying desperately to hold back unable to control myself.

Neither in nor out, thick semen shot from my cock, drenching her hairless twat. With the pent-up energy of a week, the best week of my life, of lusting after her, my cock finally got to dump its load of cum over her thighs, belly and even up close to her breasts as Sophie wrestled with my out-of-control cock. She stared down, seemingly fascinated by the thing helplessly spewing the evidence of my lust all over her body. Not done with yet, I jerked against her small hand, gliding in her fist, as the final drops of the imperious cum ejaculated over her freshly fucked pussy, covering it in sticky goo.

When I was finally done, Sophie let go of my cock, a small string of cum hanging from her fingers as she tentatively dabbed at the sticky load on her belly. Some had pooled in her bellybutton, and she giggled at the wet, sucking sound it made as she stuck a finger in it and puggled around. "I bet you'd love me to taste it, wouldn't you?" she asked teasingly.

I'd no time to answer before she sucked on her cum-covered fingers. Soon she was scooping up vast amounts and slavering over it. When finally she was satiated, she enquired: "Was that how it was with Karen?"

Breathlessly I replied: "God no! That was ten, no a hundred times better."

Sophie smiled before adding: "And it can only get even better."

Perhaps the best week of my life was only just beginning.

The End