THE BARN…addendum

THE BARN part two…addendum

 

Much to Rays chagrin we were back late but fortunately for Ray when we drew up outside the Wimpy we could see that Sylvia, along with a few others was still there. Rod decided that he would join them too but before they got out, each gave me a kiss on the cheek and a, cheerio, squeeze of my tits. And all this outside the Wimpy! I was now getting so blasé about being naked in the car it had become so normal for me I was now more aware of being clothed in the car than not.

“Come on Joy lets go somewhere quiet, it’ll be nice to be alone for a while. I will stop somewhere for you to get in beside me.”

So much for somewhere quiet and out of sight; within a few yards and in the centre of town he turned left into a side street.

“Here will do Joy, come on be quick before someone comes round the corner.”

I was quick, jolly quick. It was almost as if he wanted me to be captured naked. Or, worse still, captured by some one that knows me and my family, as one of the working men’s club that my dad frequents was only a little further along the road and Tom knew that!

“That was a silly risk, Tom, my dad or any of my uncles could’ve turned that corner…”

“I know Joy, but you were very quick so it would have been unlikely that they would have realized it was you or even that you had no clothes on. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure they wouldn’t have even noticed, as you now know most people don’t and if they did it would have been a blur of someone just getting into a car. It’s just the same as you travelling in the car the way I like you to travel with me; you have relaxed about it now that you have realized that people very seldom notice and if they do they seldom react or believe what they have just seen.

“Hey let’s stop here anyway then afterwards we can pop back to the wimpy for a coffee before I take you home.”

Just a bit further up from where he stopped  there was (and still is) a small off street car park that seldom used at night except when there is something on at the WM club.

 

“Tom, what are you doing? A town car park? You said we would never use the town car parks unless I was dressed. There are cars here, people will see us.”

 

“We will go to the far side under the trees, no one parks over there and no one ever uses the footpath after dark because it’s not lit.”

Well he was right about the footpath, Anne and I had often taken lads there and in the shadows of the trees  let them have a feel.  He had stopped well away from the other parked cars, so, well ok, just this once. I never gave the interior light a passing thought it was so normal for it to be on to the extent that now I only ever noticed when it was off.

It was so nice to be alone with him, for a change, that I was cuddling up to him trying to get his zip undone which was proving a bit difficult as his cock was ram rod stiff; which pleased me immensely.

“You were magnificent today Joy. I am so pleased with you that I want you to wank me all over your tits and I want you to suck on my balls too while you do it. But first let’s get you warmed up with this…”

A coke bottle! Where did that come from? As if I wasn’t used enough already; how do I get out of this? I didn’t. But, it wasn’t as bad as I at first thought it would be.

“I don’t need to be warmed up for you, Tom, least of all by that! Just kiss me that’s all I need, just you to kiss me.” Well, weren’t they the right magic words I thought he had forgotten about the bottle.

To be able to suck on his balls I had to lie on my back and he, for once, removed his trousers and knickers so that he could kneel over me like in a kneeling up 69 position so that he could reach and fiddle with my fanny whilst dangling his balls on my face for me to kiss them. At first his balls were loose and I could kiss and suck on them – they didn’t taste very nice- but the more I played with them and pulled on his cock the tighter his sac got; the tighter his sac got the less his balls swung about the less I could suck on them so I soon gave up on that; not that he seemed to notice as whilst I was doing that I could feel that he was once again trying to get something into me. By the feel of it, it had to be that coke bottle. Thank goodness it was neck end first as it was slipping in quit easily. Oh well, I thought, I hope he aint going to be too rough! As if I haven’t had enough for one day.

As it turned out I needn’t have worried too much as I could feel him slipping it in, gently pushing until I felt it getting tighter as he got to the first bulge on the bottle and that’s as far in as he pushed it, all gentle like. In and out, twisting it around too but never attempting to force it up beyond the point of getting tight.

Then the bottle stopped moving, it was still there but he had let go of it and I could feel that the base had dropped down between my legs and that the bottle top was still inside me, it felt like it was somehow wedged up behind my pubic bone where it stayed for what seemed like ages whilst he shifted off me to rummage in the glove box.

He produced the flash torch they had used earlier on me; “let’s try this again. I just love it when you make it flash.”

His moving around must have dislodged the bottle as I felt it slowly slide out only to be quickly replaced by the torch. “We won’t need this on now” he said reaching up to turn the light off.

These torches with the little button on the side had to go in quite a long way for me to be able to operate the flashing mechanism by flexing my pelvic floor muscles, a bit like trying to stop your wee! Normally I would not have a problem with this but what with our earlier fun, this time I certainly knew it was there; to the point that it soon became so uncomfortable, not quite painful, but not far short of being so. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to keep this thing in for much longer let alone keep on fidgeting to press the flashing button. I think he realized that too as he was having to constantly push it back in and hold it in place. Eventually he shifted slightly so that I was better able to wank him off and very soon there was a prodigious explosion of spunk. His sudden lifting up away from my face as well as this sudden effusion of spunk – the first shot on my lips and chin the rest in squirted ribbons over my chest and tits – took his mind off the torch and, much to my relief, I was able to gently push down on it until it slowly slide out…The perfect end to a perfect day.

Now for that promised Wimpy.

We left the car in the car park and walked to the Wimpy. As it was only a few hundred yards away it seemed silly to drive there just for the sake of it.

That was a mistake.

Within a short distance that dull ache and sensation of pulling in my lower belly became more pronounced and I started to feel swollen, swollen as if something big was still inside me. I was sure there wasn’t but by the time we got to the Wimpy it was so uncomfortable I felt I was walking in a noticeably peculiar manner. It was, or so it seemed to me, like when they had me walking whilst trying to hold partially inserted in my vagina that swivel head torch to illuminate the way.

Perhaps there was nothing outwardly noticeable but it certainly seemed it to me.  Tom never noticed, he was just babbling on about the day’s events and that it was a shame Dave and Linda didn’t show up…”‘Cos with two of you to play with it would’ve been twice the fun! You have enjoyed the day haven’t you Joy?”…

Tom wanted to know if I had really enjoyed the day and if I was happy about what we were doing and if I was really ok about others, from time to time being involved doing things like today too. “Maybe Dave and Linda as well next time Joy, or even Sylvia? Now that’s a thought, Sylvia, how about that?”

The implication of this, at the time, never really registered and I basically dismissed it as I just thought he meant our regular playmates not the possible involvement of others yet unknown. Also, my immediate thought had been that the reference to ‘we’ meant not the ‘ we’, meaning  just us two, but the embracive ‘we’ meaning  had I enjoyed what ‘they’ were doing to me?

What could I say?

I had not, not enjoyed it, that was pretty obvious. But, then again, I was not over enthusiastic about a ‘too soon’ repeat performance which I was certain he was implying with Dave and Linda involved too. Not only that, today, they had all been a bit too enthusiastic, bordering on being too rough with me at times. Though I must say that when I did complain they without question immediately moderated or stopped whatever activity it was that was occasioning me discomfort only continuing if I was ok about them doing so…In reality I was just as enthusiastic about it all as much as they were, as I thought that this was all leading up to and going to be my first fuck!

“Well, today was certainly different Tom.”

“Will you do it again, Joy?”

I knew it, well I thought I knew exactly where this was going and, to be honest, I was quite excited by the prospect; perhaps next time…

 

With that exciting prospect in mind…

“Maybe, Tom, but only if you promise not to use anything like that again; it really was too big for me. I only brought that carrot along as a joke between you and me because it looked like a giants stiff willie! I didn’t expect you to show them two, neither did I expect or even really want you to use it on me like that let alone let others see what else I let you do with me; I was so embarrassed.

So only if you promise, Tom, promise?”

I was really hurting now, every step was a pain; I really hoped it didn’t show.

“Tom! Promise?” He brightly, almost too brightly, promised.

“Alright then Tom, but, not if I don’t want to, promise?”

We were at the Wimpy now. Surprise, surprise Anne and Brian were there sitting with Sylvia, Amanda and Linda. Linda? But where were the boys?

Sylvia told us that no sooner had we dropped them off than Garry had whisked them off again to see the car he has just bought.

Anne was watching me, or so it seemed as I carefully slid in beside her hoping she wouldn’t notice my discomfort.

“You two are late.” She said “I thought we were all meeting up at eight.”

“No, not really, we dropped Ray and Rod just after eight and went to park the car….”

I slowly turned to look at Tom; “I didn’t know that, you didn’t say anything about that, Tom.”

Anne had one of those annoying knowing smiles on her face.

“Brian’s just the same Joy. Any excuse parking up and checking that things are still where he last felt them.”

Everyone cracked up at that…so did I; it was just so true.

BANG!

The door flew open and there they were spilling in.

Dave, who was in first, seeing Brian and Tom, said that they had to come and see what Garry had just got for fifty quid!

As they were all trooping back out the door Rod looked at me and with a big smile on his face said that I would like it too as it had a big front seat.

 

Sylvia looked at me. “You look rather flushed Joy. Not doing too much, are we?”

 

Anne just looked at me with one of those searching quizzical expressions. Then after a brief pause – you know the type of pause that seems to last an embarrassing age – we resumed a mundane conversation of neither nowt nor summat ‘till the boys got back…