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17/05/2009
Part 2.
It was the summer of 1974 and after another blazing row with mother over me wanting to go out and her reminding me of the humiliation and shame I brought on her and the family, I lashed out and slapped her face. When I got over the shock of what I had done I ran away, when I got as far as the local chippy there was a big lorry stood with the top half of the back door open I climbed in, after a few minutes it set off and I fell asleep. When I next opened my eyes it was daylight and two men were stood looking at me one about my age and size the other a small old man who smiled at me (although he spoke to me like I was a child it felt different to the way other people had spoken to me) come on lad no ones going to hurt you, he took my hand and led me into the boiler house sat me down with a pot of tea and a sandwich. The other man (the driver) asked him what he was going to do, the old man said as soon as we have had our snap (sandwich) we will unload you. All morning I helped the old man (later he introduced himself as Tom an ex-navel engineer in the U.S Navey). Then after dinner Tom took me to the office to see his boss, when we got there the police were in the office they asked me who I was and where I lived and why I was so far from home (all of which I answered) I was told to wait in another office. The police came back in the afternoon spoke to the boss and left. Tom took me back to see the boss and signed me on the payroll, my employment records were stamped Mentally Handicapped (low wage) under tom’s tutor ledge I not only learned a trade he also taught me how to learn yes I could read and write words and do my sum’s but they didn’t mean anything. (THIS written work is the result of Toms patience he saw something in me no one else saw “I was not retarded” today they have a name for my condition, ADD Attention Deficit Disorder). Back to my story. For the first few weeks I lived in the boiler house, and on pay day Tom took me shopping, he outfitted me with new cloths and then he took me to his house where his wife had prepared a room for me to rent. I was introduced to “B” the lady next-door WOW! She was a very fit (after we dated I found out her size 16/18 and something had gone wrong with the birth of a Daughter still born and she could not have any more reason for Divorce) and a divorcee with two young boys and she is ten years older than I. “B” and I seemed to get on, we would talk for hours I helped in her garden we had cups of tea. Then came the works Christmas party “B” looked fantastic at 5’ 9” white knee length boots micro mini kilt hem level with her bum and large boobs falling out of her waistcoat (no bra), we stuck together all night dancing and kissing. At the end of the night she took me home (hers) to bed we became an item. Word soon got back to her ex that she going out with a retard, some how he got a court order to move back into the marital home to look after the boys, as she was deemed an unfit mother and he kicked “B” out. Tom helped to source finances so that at Easter of 1976 we were able to buy an old one up and one down cottage with an out side toilet. Tom taught me the skills to convert the upstairs into two bedrooms and fit a bathroom and toilet. As things improved we started to go out to pubs and in one popular pub the seats were low with very low tables, with “B” having long leg and wearing stiletto-heeled boots anyone sat opposite her had a clear view between her legs. It always bothered her until she was tipsy (even though she always wore a pair of knickers her tights and a panty girdle). As the weeks went by and she became more relaxed with drink as she laughed and giggled her legs would drift open she took no notice when she caught blokes looking up her skirt, I kept daring her to give them a something to look at. Why don’t you go to the toilet and remove your underwear and give them a treat she never did. Then one night she had more to drink than usual and two lads were trying to look between her legs quite openly, Which set “B” off in fits of giggles yet again I encouraged her to go to the toilets and take her underwear off and give them a flash, “B” went to the toilet saying I’m only going for a wee. But when she sat down I noticed her tights were missing, she didn’t just give them a flash she opened her legs wide it also opened her cunt lip’s which were wet and swollen then she asked whose man enough, but before it registered on the lads “B” jumped up grabbed my hand and rushed us out laughing her head off. That episode kept us horny for weeks, then one night as we made love she shyly asked, do you want me do it again. I replied “Yes” we had many happy years of flashing, because after these episodes “B” just wanted a lustful “Fucking” not made love to) and yes I secretly wanted her to be fucked by other men. With no boys to bring up “B” returned to fulltime employment, me I learnt and passed my driving test through work and soon we had a little car to take our flashing further a field. But after about six months of doing exactly the same thing it lost its sparkle we even stopped having sex. Then while looking through a magazine I came across a picture that had my tong hanging out, I tore it out and took it home to show to “B”. It wasn’t even rude it showed a girl sat on a step in a town square feeding the pigeons. As I said she was sat on a step her long skirt pulled over her knees, she was wearing long boots and the camera showed the crutch of her knickers between her calves. I said to “B” instead of taking your knickers off, don’t wear any when we go out and just imagine sitting just like that and pretending you were covered. The more “B” though about it the more turned on she became and we ended up fucking rite there on the room floor, the best sex we had had for a long time. On Saturday afternoon we went into town to buy “B” a couple of longer skirts, in a shop window we spotted a pair of them new suspender tights (a bit expensive) but I bought her two pairs. That night we went to the pub with the low seats and tables we got our drinks and sat down, but after a while nobody seemed to notice, I got up went to the bar as I turned round I could see her cunt, as time pasted “B” was getting very twitchy and a some-what strange expression on her face. The next time I returned to the bar to replenish our drinks I looked between her legs on my return, I could see that her cunt had become engorged wide open and very wet, it looked like she had had a good fucking. By now “B” was breathing odd I asked her what wrong with her, she whispered, “I can’t stop Cumming”. We were just about to leave when two blokes asked if they could join us I said yes. They flirted outrageously with “B” and even got her to dance I noticed that “B” kept pulling his hand from between their bodies then she gave up. When we got home I saw a big wet patch on the back of her skirt I had never seen her that hot or wet, “B” told me that when the men were dancing with her they kept feeling her cunt and she tried to stop them but as she got more and more turned on she just let them, and that night we had great sex. It was the same every time we went out flashing. As “Bs” confidence grew I encouraged her to let the men touch her, she was getting a lot of pleasure from this activity but it was becoming a problem in public so then we started to bring the men home. We set up strict guidelines as she refused point blank to allowing the men to fuck her and kissing restricted to the body only, Sucking restricted to nipples and cunt only, Any penetration of her cunt was restricted to clean fingers short nails, more and more men were wanting to introduce fisting “B” wasn’t keen at first, but once sufficiently aroused, it was permitted only to men with very small hands clean short nails. “B” and I were married in March of 1981 taking advantage of the tax relief for Disabled married couples. We started going into town as we discovered the pubs around the “red light district” offered more scope and the morals relaxed but as yet “B” hadn’t succumbed to my suggestion to having sex with a stranger. Then she came up with the idea of pretending to be a prostitute I agreed we left the pub and I dropped her off on the corner and drove round the one-way system back to where I had dropped her off. She was nowhere to be seen I drove round to the car park and walked back she had been missing 40 minutes, a car like ours stopped and “B” got out then leaned back in the car a few minutes then stood back and waved him off shouting same time next week. When we got home she told me that when the car pulled up she thought it was me and got in without looking (playing the game) and by the time she realised it was the wrong car she thought about what I had asked her to fuck strangers now was a good a chance as any and get paid for it. “B” said it was unsatisfying he climbed over and knelt in the passenger floor well pulled his cock out shoved it her cunt (no finesse) thrust away a couple of minutes shot his load up her give her £30 then drove her back, When I asked her If she was seeing him next week “B” replied I was being sarcastic. Later that year we started to go to a local porno cinema where the audience participation was anything from mini gang bangs (in the private viewing rooms) to what we practiced. At first “Bs” playmates were white but gradually she allowed other ethnic people to join in, she just didn’t care as long they adhered to our guidelines and gave her maximum pleasure. But hygiene was a bit of a problem because of the dark and she got a few minor tears inside her pussy, as more and more men participated in fisting and “B” pussy became stretched, most of her pleasure came from the brutal fisting she became partial to, once sufficiently aroused she could accommodate a large clenched fist plus a good depth of forearm from which she derived a great deal of pleasure. By now she was having problems controlling her bladder and very slack virginal sheath, other body changes were the length of her nipples and her clitoris from all the sucking. Her nipples had increased in size from “jelly tot sweet size to just over 3.5cm and her clitoris had increased from a hard lump to a shaft of 4cm. When “B” attended the launch of a new Ann Summers shop she bought some internal virginal exercise weights, after four months of constant use she cured her bladder problems and tightened her sheath not to what it was but enough to make normal intercourse pleasurable again. Our play came to an abrupt end in 1986 after a visit to the porno cinema, as we left the cinema a playmate who lived in the next village to us begged a lift home, as we didn’t have our car, but the works van instead which only has two seats I was going to refuse but “B” said I can sit on Jims lap, Jim got in and “B” slid on to his lap and as she settled down she let out a gasp (I thought nothing of it) and set off as we neared the turn off to his village “B” asked if she could be dropped off first (I thought strange) I had hardly stopped the van when “B” was making her exit. 35 minutes later I was back at home “B” was in the lounge crying her eyes out, as I comforted her as she sobbed out that when she slid onto Jims lap he had penetrated her pussy, and came twice inside her and he had held her hips very tight so she couldn’t move. Then she startled me by saying it’s over, that’s it no more play even for you, and she has kept her word. That’s our story, from a voyeur. I soon changed by necessity from a voyeur to a bull.
It was the summer of 1974 and after another blazing row with mother over me wanting to go out and her reminding me of the humiliation and shame I brought on her and the family, I lashed out and slapped her face. When I got over the shock of what I had done I ran away, when I got as far as the local chippy there was a big lorry stood with the top half of the back door open I climbed in, after a few minutes it set off and I fell asleep. When I next opened my eyes it was daylight and two men were stood looking at me one about my age and size the other a small old man who smiled at me (although he spoke to me like I was a child it felt different to the way other people had spoken to me) come on lad no ones going to hurt you, he took my hand and led me into the boiler house sat me down with a pot of tea and a sandwich. The other man (the driver) asked him what he was going to do, the old man said as soon as we have had our snap (sandwich) we will unload you. All morning I helped the old man (later he introduced himself as Tom an ex-navel engineer in the U.S Navey). Then after dinner Tom took me to the office to see his boss, when we got there the police were in the office they asked me who I was and where I lived and why I was so far from home (all of which I answered) I was told to wait in another office. The police came back in the afternoon spoke to the boss and left. Tom took me back to see the boss and signed me on the payroll, my employment records were stamped Mentally Handicapped (low wage) under tom’s tutor ledge I not only learned a trade he also taught me how to learn yes I could read and write words and do my sum’s but they didn’t mean anything. (THIS written work is the result of Toms patience he saw something in me no one else saw “I was not retarded” today they have a name for my condition, ADD Attention Deficit Disorder). Back to my story. For the first few weeks I lived in the boiler house, and on pay day Tom took me shopping, he outfitted me with new cloths and then he took me to his house where his wife had prepared a room for me to rent. I was introduced to “B” the lady next-door WOW! She was a very fit (after we dated I found out her size 16/18 and something had gone wrong with the birth of a Daughter still born and she could not have any more reason for Divorce) and a divorcee with two young boys and she is ten years older than I. “B” and I seemed to get on, we would talk for hours I helped in her garden we had cups of tea. Then came the works Christmas party “B” looked fantastic at 5’ 9” white knee length boots micro mini kilt hem level with her bum and large boobs falling out of her waistcoat (no bra), we stuck together all night dancing and kissing. At the end of the night she took me home (hers) to bed we became an item. Word soon got back to her ex that she going out with a retard, some how he got a court order to move back into the marital home to look after the boys, as she was deemed an unfit mother and he kicked “B” out. Tom helped to source finances so that at Easter of 1976 we were able to buy an old one up and one down cottage with an out side toilet. Tom taught me the skills to convert the upstairs into two bedrooms and fit a bathroom and toilet. As things improved we started to go out to pubs and in one popular pub the seats were low with very low tables, with “B” having long leg and wearing stiletto-heeled boots anyone sat opposite her had a clear view between her legs. It always bothered her until she was tipsy (even though she always wore a pair of knickers her tights and a panty girdle). As the weeks went by and she became more relaxed with drink as she laughed and giggled her legs would drift open she took no notice when she caught blokes looking up her skirt, I kept daring her to give them a something to look at. Why don’t you go to the toilet and remove your underwear and give them a treat she never did. Then one night she had more to drink than usual and two lads were trying to look between her legs quite openly, Which set “B” off in fits of giggles yet again I encouraged her to go to the toilets and take her underwear off and give them a flash, “B” went to the toilet saying I’m only going for a wee. But when she sat down I noticed her tights were missing, she didn’t just give them a flash she opened her legs wide it also opened her cunt lip’s which were wet and swollen then she asked whose man enough, but before it registered on the lads “B” jumped up grabbed my hand and rushed us out laughing her head off. That episode kept us horny for weeks, then one night as we made love she shyly asked, do you want me do it again. I replied “Yes” we had many happy years of flashing, because after these episodes “B” just wanted a lustful “Fucking” not made love to) and yes I secretly wanted her to be fucked by other men. With no boys to bring up “B” returned to fulltime employment, me I learnt and passed my driving test through work and soon we had a little car to take our flashing further a field. But after about six months of doing exactly the same thing it lost its sparkle we even stopped having sex. Then while looking through a magazine I came across a picture that had my tong hanging out, I tore it out and took it home to show to “B”. It wasn’t even rude it showed a girl sat on a step in a town square feeding the pigeons. As I said she was sat on a step her long skirt pulled over her knees, she was wearing long boots and the camera showed the crutch of her knickers between her calves. I said to “B” instead of taking your knickers off, don’t wear any when we go out and just imagine sitting just like that and pretending you were covered. The more “B” though about it the more turned on she became and we ended up fucking rite there on the room floor, the best sex we had had for a long time. On Saturday afternoon we went into town to buy “B” a couple of longer skirts, in a shop window we spotted a pair of them new suspender tights (a bit expensive) but I bought her two pairs. That night we went to the pub with the low seats and tables we got our drinks and sat down, but after a while nobody seemed to notice, I got up went to the bar as I turned round I could see her cunt, as time pasted “B” was getting very twitchy and a some-what strange expression on her face. The next time I returned to the bar to replenish our drinks I looked between her legs on my return, I could see that her cunt had become engorged wide open and very wet, it looked like she had had a good fucking. By now “B” was breathing odd I asked her what wrong with her, she whispered, “I can’t stop Cumming”. We were just about to leave when two blokes asked if they could join us I said yes. They flirted outrageously with “B” and even got her to dance I noticed that “B” kept pulling his hand from between their bodies then she gave up. When we got home I saw a big wet patch on the back of her skirt I had never seen her that hot or wet, “B” told me that when the men were dancing with her they kept feeling her cunt and she tried to stop them but as she got more and more turned on she just let them, and that night we had great sex. It was the same every time we went out flashing. As “Bs” confidence grew I encouraged her to let the men touch her, she was getting a lot of pleasure from this activity but it was becoming a problem in public so then we started to bring the men home. We set up strict guidelines as she refused point blank to allowing the men to fuck her and kissing restricted to the body only, Sucking restricted to nipples and cunt only, Any penetration of her cunt was restricted to clean fingers short nails, more and more men were wanting to introduce fisting “B” wasn’t keen at first, but once sufficiently aroused, it was permitted only to men with very small hands clean short nails. “B” and I were married in March of 1981 taking advantage of the tax relief for Disabled married couples. We started going into town as we discovered the pubs around the “red light district” offered more scope and the morals relaxed but as yet “B” hadn’t succumbed to my suggestion to having sex with a stranger. Then she came up with the idea of pretending to be a prostitute I agreed we left the pub and I dropped her off on the corner and drove round the one-way system back to where I had dropped her off. She was nowhere to be seen I drove round to the car park and walked back she had been missing 40 minutes, a car like ours stopped and “B” got out then leaned back in the car a few minutes then stood back and waved him off shouting same time next week. When we got home she told me that when the car pulled up she thought it was me and got in without looking (playing the game) and by the time she realised it was the wrong car she thought about what I had asked her to fuck strangers now was a good a chance as any and get paid for it. “B” said it was unsatisfying he climbed over and knelt in the passenger floor well pulled his cock out shoved it her cunt (no finesse) thrust away a couple of minutes shot his load up her give her £30 then drove her back, When I asked her If she was seeing him next week “B” replied I was being sarcastic. Later that year we started to go to a local porno cinema where the audience participation was anything from mini gang bangs (in the private viewing rooms) to what we practiced. At first “Bs” playmates were white but gradually she allowed other ethnic people to join in, she just didn’t care as long they adhered to our guidelines and gave her maximum pleasure. But hygiene was a bit of a problem because of the dark and she got a few minor tears inside her pussy, as more and more men participated in fisting and “B” pussy became stretched, most of her pleasure came from the brutal fisting she became partial to, once sufficiently aroused she could accommodate a large clenched fist plus a good depth of forearm from which she derived a great deal of pleasure. By now she was having problems controlling her bladder and very slack virginal sheath, other body changes were the length of her nipples and her clitoris from all the sucking. Her nipples had increased in size from “jelly tot sweet size to just over 3.5cm and her clitoris had increased from a hard lump to a shaft of 4cm. When “B” attended the launch of a new Ann Summers shop she bought some internal virginal exercise weights, after four months of constant use she cured her bladder problems and tightened her sheath not to what it was but enough to make normal intercourse pleasurable again. Our play came to an abrupt end in 1986 after a visit to the porno cinema, as we left the cinema a playmate who lived in the next village to us begged a lift home, as we didn’t have our car, but the works van instead which only has two seats I was going to refuse but “B” said I can sit on Jims lap, Jim got in and “B” slid on to his lap and as she settled down she let out a gasp (I thought nothing of it) and set off as we neared the turn off to his village “B” asked if she could be dropped off first (I thought strange) I had hardly stopped the van when “B” was making her exit. 35 minutes later I was back at home “B” was in the lounge crying her eyes out, as I comforted her as she sobbed out that when she slid onto Jims lap he had penetrated her pussy, and came twice inside her and he had held her hips very tight so she couldn’t move. Then she startled me by saying it’s over, that’s it no more play even for you, and she has kept her word. That’s our story, from a voyeur. I soon changed by necessity from a voyeur to a bull.
Poster:
Jonah Morran
