24 Jul

rod-tomI found this photo that shows the difference between Tom and Rodney. You can now see why I enjoyed Rodney’s attention so much…It was even more exciting when I started being fucked by Tom and his mates.

Found this photo which really shows the difference;when really stiff Rod was still able to swing his balls around which I found really exciting!

Found this photo which really shows the difference;when really stiff Rod was still able to swing his balls around which I found really exciting!


THE BARN…addendum

23 Jun

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.


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…







THE BARN part two

24 Apr

THE BARN part two….

How could I forget Tom? I suddenly felt really guilty as I had been so wrapped up in my overwhelming desire to be fucked by someone, anyone. It was so strong no particular person featured in my fantasy of desire to be fucked; I was so wound up I thought I was going to explode! Or at the least burst into tears of frustration. This sensation hadn’t happened to me before, why was this time so different? I had wanked them before, individually, and as a group. No, it was more than that, all I could think of was that this time the finger fucking was different…was more intense. Rod had certainly touched me in places that had aroused sensations I had not previously experienced; not even from Tom.
I just so wanted to be fucked! One of them or all of them I didn’t care…Just fucking fuck me!
It was Tom saying “My turn now Joy” that brought me back, with a start, to reality.
He had retrieved my bag from the boot containing my tissues and wipes and other things and directed Ray and Rodney to clean me up before I joined him in the front.
Ray and Dave enjoyed doing this and usually made the most of the opportunity to caress and fondle me; this was Rodney’s first time and Ray took much delight in showing him how Tom liked it done. Needles to say Rodney was quick learning a task he was consequently, often to undertake. I too enjoyed this process and would often just lie there enjoying the sensations of their attentions to the finest of detail!
It was quite dark now and when I was finally ready to join Tom he told me to get in the driver’s side as he wanted plenty of space. Space for what, I thought. Is this it? Is he going to fuck me? I couldn’t get there quick enough!
In the mean time Ray and Rod were getting dressed and Ray was reminding Tom that he was supposed to be meeting Sylvia in the Wimpy at eight… So whatever he was going to do to me he didn’t have long.
“Plenty of time” said Tom, looking down at me, as I was by now laying along the front seat with my legs as wide as I could get them impatiently waiting for him to get undressed for what I thought was going to happen.

Now, isn’t it funny how some things in life that have far reaching consequences just happen and having happened cannot be retracted. Some things that we do but if we had had time to think about it, or been asked if we would like to do whatever it is we would (maybe?) very well not have done so. But, having done so once, have inadvertently set the die for the inevitable unbeknown future activities.
This was to be just one of those events.
I am laying there all excited. I am expecting Tom to fuck me never mind that Ray and Rodney were watching; they may get to fuck me too. I found the thought of that happening excited me even more; I am almost beside myself with excitement…But no!
Tom, knowing what was likely to be inside, had picked up my bag and was rummaging inside.
“What have we here Joy, have you brought along anything new?
Because I think it’s about time we showed them what else we can do with you Joy.”
We can do with you? The meaning and implication of that for the moment was completely lost on me
“Oh my, Joy, this looks interesting.”
I was mortified;” oh no! No Tom, no, not that.”
Too late now; He had produced the carrot I had filched from my mothers veg bag. He was holding it up for all to see.
I had brought it along not to be used as our possible plaything but more so as a joke as I thought it looked very much like a stiff willie, albeit a bit thicker and longer than a real one, it even had a recognizable, though somewhat fanciful, bulbous knob end, like a enlarged real one!
“Now this is really something Joy. Let’s see if we can make it fit, shall we?
I could feel him touching me with it. “No Tom, please Tom, not with them two watching.” I looked up and sure enough they were leaning over the back of the seat, all the more to get a better view of what Tom was trying to do to me.
He moved in close between my legs forcing them a bit wider and the next thing I know he is trying to work it into me.
Craning my neck to try and see what he was attempting to do I attempted to stop him, “no Tom it’s far too big” but he just kept pushing my hands aside telling me to stop being silly and eventually told them to hold my hands still.
Funny that I wasn’t happy about them watching Tom do this to me with the carrot, yet I had been quite happy that they should watch when I thought Tom was going to fuck me; strange eh?

After a while the sensations of having Tom trying to work this thing into me was getting me all roused up again, and I too wanted it in me, almost as much as they did; probably more so than they realized.
I finally relaxed completely when Ray observed that it was even bigger than Rod’s rod! Such a ridiculous comparison we all started laughing. After that, instead of fighting them I started to actually co-operate a bit more. Eventually, with some KY spread on it, and also with my hands free to now help guide it in the right direction, with me also trying to squiggle onto it, it finally slipped in. Getting it in was not being helped by the bulbous knob end; it really was too big and was by far the thickest thing that he had so far tried to push in there. All the previous items had been thinner or had had a slight taper which obviously made their insertion a lot easier. When this went in it went in all of a sudden as I finally slipped over the bulbous end; it didn’t hurt but I certainly knew it had gone in as the sudden unexpected insertion made me squeal out loud and jerk away from him. I also reactively grabbed hold of it to stop it going in any further so that Tom thought he had hurt me.
Ray and Rod hadn’t noticed, or didn’t care, and were urging Tom to push harder to see how much of it could be got into me but Tom observing my concern slowly drew it almost out. He, with a wicked grin on his face, almost instantly pushed it back in.
It went in easier this time. And so it went on, alternating sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, all the time getting deeper until I had to ask him to stop as it was pushing too deep and becoming uncomfortable. Not painfully so, just more a dull ache from it being pushed in too deep beyond my comfort zone. Though willing to experiment, I was still, at this stage of my sexual development, unaware of what my body was capable of taking up inside me!
He left it sticking out whilst he had another look in my bag.
That’s when Rod reached over for a twiddle. He was a lot more, gentle, about it than Tom, in fact his manipulation was rousing as he had pulled it out to see how much of it had been in me, he then pushed it back in a bit at a time, asking me to tell him when it was right in as far as I could take it, I noted that when I did tell him to stop there was always quite a lot of it sticking out!
He did this several times at what felt like different angles of insertion and I could also feel him moving it around inside me. This carrot, apart from Toms attempt to get a coke bottle into me, was by far the biggest and longest object that Tom had so far succeeded in getting right into me. At first, having such a large object moving around inside me was a novel, not altogether unpleasant experience. I had no idea such a thing was possible even though Tom had done something similar with his torches they were nowhere near as long or difficult to get in.
His manipulation of it was less invasive than Tom’s efforts but even so I still felt full; I now know it was too much too deep and a dull ache again developed.
Ray wanted a go now, which meant that he and Rod had to change places. That was when Rod decided to get in the front too. At first there was not enough room for Rod to fit in behind the steering wheel but Tom told him how to move the whole of the front bench seat back, which made things for me a lot more comfortable. As I was then able to lean back on Rodney, who happily played with my tits, I was now, slightly propped up and as I found, in a better position to take the carrot, which Ray was busily trying to tease me with. Unfortunately for Ray his turn was to be short lived I was now beginning to experience a dull, deep ache and wanted him to stop pushing it in so far. (I now know that, that dull ache is the first sign of internal bruising from too deep or aggressive penetration) Ray partially pulled it out leaving just enough in that I could feel would stop it falling out. Ray then asked Tom if he had found anything else in my bag to which Tom replied that there wasn’t anything of interest just the usual things we played with. Which, I recall, rather surprised me as, If I remember right, there were a couple of other things in there that he liked to play with; a long large plastic bead necklace – you know the type that has very large beads at the front reducing to small beads around the back of your neck – he liked to push it in and slowly draw it out. There was also a large tube of, make up, foundation cream; he liked to push large tubes of that ilk in until all we could see would be the crimped ends (I would soon be finding out what that was all about).
Ray wasn’t to be put off, “There must be something else Tom, what about all those torches, why are they there?”
“Yea, so what’s with all the torches then Tom?” Rodney was joining in now.
After much badgering from the pair of them Tom told Ray to pull the carrot out, which rather pleased me as it was becoming mighty uncomfortable, Tom had now decided to show them what we did with the torches, did I mind?
As always, my minding or not wasn’t going to be a consideration anyway, I had got used to this charade, and so out came the torches. The lights were switched of so that I could demonstrate that when a lit torch was pushed in no light leaked out; the various torches with flash buttons were then inserted too, for me to show how I could make them work; he even had me walk around doing that too and then to follow that I had to walk up the track and back with that swivel head torch stuffed into me to light the way all the time concentrating on keeping a grip on it so that it didn’t fall out; not the most comfortable thing to do!
They were really enjoying themselves and started to think of all sorts of things to stuff into me, but it was mostly the torches as they were fascinated by the fact that no matter how bright the torch if it went in no light came out – though sometimes there would be a very faint glow. After a short while I had to ask Tom to stop as with all this poking about I was beginning to feel a bit sore and I was more and more aware of that deep dull vaginal ache! That’s when Ray realised the time; he should be meeting Sylvia and it was now gone seven.
Tom suggested that I should ride in the back with them two as the front interior light reflected too much on the screen whereas the rear seat lights didn’t, besides, they could keep me warm!
We were soon on the road back and it wasn’t long before Ray undid his trousers and put my hand inside. Rodney seeing this soon did the same.
Ray was going to be late; Sylvia wasn’t going to be too happy about that and I, I was holding his willie

I should, by now have realized that Tom, at some time or other, would be wanting me to have others involved with stuffing me with various objects; there was no question of ‘if’, as it was in their agenda of hoops for me to be trained to jump through; it was only a case of them judging which hoop and the opportune moment, they were seldom wrong.
Looking back on this particular occasion once again my minding or not wasn’t going to be a consideration as they knew by now that my curiosity would get the better of me and that if they took things a step at a time it was going to happen anyway, it was just a question of when!
This was also another of those situations that seemed, at first, to me to be opportune, however, once again looked at today with the benefit of hindsight I am now almost sure that many, if not all of these events were to a greater or lesser extent pre-planned, almost choreographed by those to be involved to get me to behave in a particular way for the greater groups mutual benefit. What we would call today grooming!
The fact that I rather enjoyed being so used is quite beside the point, I think.

The Barn…

20 Mar



Shortly after leaving the motorway I suggested to Tom that maybe I had better get dressed because last time we were at Linda’s grandma’s she came out to the car and I had only got my top on just in time!

Before Tom could answer Linda was saying there would be no need as this time they would walk down from the lane end.

As they were getting out Tom reminded them not to be too long about it!

“If it was up to me Tom we would be there before you” was Dave’s parting comment. Linda just smiled.


Although this barn was apparently only a few minutes’ walk from Linda’s grandmothers we had to turn round and go back the way we came to a little farm track that led to a stand of trees. Tom parked by the trees just where another track branched off. I hadn’t been to this place before; “where’s the barn then Tom?” I asked looking round but not seeing one.

“Oh, we walk from here; it’s just along this smaller track in the next field behind the trees. Come on.”

“What! I’m not walking anywhere like this Tom it’s too cold.”

I eventually relented when he said I could wear my coat but I still wasn’t happy as I was only wearing sandals and the track was a bit muddy in places.

“No worry joy; solved.” Chorused Ray and Rod as they linked hands and scooped me up; thereby, with my arms round their shoulders they carried me to the barn.

“Barn, that’s not a barn! I don’t know what it is but it’s not what I would call a barn. I am not performing in that. A barns a building that’s got walls and a big door, that, that hasn’t got any walls at all.”

They put me down.

This so called barn was, to me, so uninviting. It was one of those you sometimes see that have uprights supporting a roof and that’s all. This one at one end was stacked with bales of hay or straw and the rest was littered with what I assumed were veg crates and a few pieces of farm machinery. Under foot the ground was soft where the hay or straw had been trodden into the mud. I hoped it was mud, for all I knew it could have been animal poo…

“It’s ok joy we’ve used it before, many times, haven’t we?” Tom was looking to Ray and Rod for a bit of support. “Dave and Lynn use it most times they visit her grandma…”

“Look at it Tom, it’s too open its draftee, its cold, I’m cold.” I was not happy.

“Give it a try Joy, it’s not as bad as it looks, it really aint. Once we get nestled down out of the wind in those bales it’ll be really cosy; you’ll see.”

I wasn’t convinced.

I just stood there as they made their way to the field side of the bales then they disappeared.

“Come on Joy, we’re in here.” Their heads popped up and we’re looking down at me from the top of the stack, “come on Joy, we’re ready and waiting.”

“I’m not walking over that stuff so you’re going to have a long wait.”


Tom, with a big grin on his face, eventually came to get me and piggy back style carried me over to the bales, I couldn’t see the other two but I could certainly hear them giggling; they were up to something. He carried me out to the field side of the stack and I wondered where we were going as I couldn’t see the other two though I could certainly hear them! The bales had been stacked in such a way that the way in wasn’t obvious, even if you had been sitting on the scattered bales I don’t think the entrance would have been noticed. It must have been made by the workers as a place for their lunch or tea breaks; maybe even just somewhere to hide from the boss as the bales were stacked so that you couldn’t see in but once inside you could see out in three directions through strategically placed gaps. Also inside some had been placed to support a trestle top as a table with bales chairs. It was most probably all quite cosy on a warm day for what they obviously had in mind for me; this late in the afternoon it wasn’t a warm.

Never the less and ever hopeful those two were standing on the table, starker’s, swinging their bits about. “Come on Joyce, what kept you; you just teasing us?”

Tom turned round and sat me on the table between them, where upon, laughing and carrying on they plonked their willies on the top of my head with Rods huge bollocks over my eyes. Tom pushed me backward and before I knew it they had me out of my coat and laid out on the table; not that I resisted.

Tom soon joined them. He and Ray were each side of the table so that I had a cock in each hand and Rod was on his knees astride me slapping me with his sack! They took turns to kneel astride me to slap me with their bollocks. Rods sack was huge and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. They felt different too! What I noticed was that although Tom’s and Ray’s sack were not quite as big as Rods their balls were the same size but as their erections became bigger (stiffer?) Tom’s and Ray’s sack tightened up and got smaller and didn’t swing about anymore. Whereas Rods cock got stiffer his bollocks didn’t tighten up, his remained the same, which to me made his bollocks look bigger still and seemed to swing about even more.

I enjoyed finding all that out and they enjoyed me fondling, feeling and wanking their cocks to make their bollocks swing about. Needles to say Rod was the only one with a full erection that could still slap his bollocks about my tits, under my chin and about my face. The other two could only do that when their willies were soft or semi hard; even then Rod was better…


It didn’t last long though, even with this distraction I was beginning to feel the chill as the afternoon began to draw in and eventually I asked Tom if we could go back to the car. To my surprise they all agreed and Tom started to get dressed. “You two keep her occupied for five minutes or so while I get the car warmed up and get things sorted out for a bit of fun with Joy as those two obviously aint coming so we needn’t hang around here much longer.”

Humph, I thought, anything but admit that it’s too cold.

Ray looked at me with that smile that I now knew meant mischief; “come on Rod, let’s make a sandwich. Give us a toot when you’re ready, Tom.”

A sandwich? Then it dawned on me; a group hug!

We three very soon ended up rolling around in the lose hay (straw?) where they tried to press and rub their stiffies on my fanny. I didn’t encourage them, I don’t think, but at the same time I didn’t stop them as it felt so nice… It did cross my mind that Tom wouldn’t have allowed that if he was here; but he wasn’t and I did so want to be fucked! I am sure they were well aware of that too.

Anyway, it all became a bit of a giggle despite the hay (straw) being a bit too prickly for comfort.

In no time, or so it seemed, we heard the toot, toot, signal. We were covered in the stuff it was in our hair, everywhere, yes even there and had to brush each other off; well, I brushed the strands off them and they did the same for me…

We also had to shake out our clothes too, or rather they did. I couldn’t find my coat all we could find were my sandals. “Tom, you bastard! Tom’s taken my coat.”

They thought it hilarious as I was going to have to walk back. But once we got outside they then, suddenly grabbing an arm and a leg each scooped me up. Tom was standing by the car watching as they tried to run up the lonning with me squealing and bouncing between them. By now their arms were round my back and my arms were over their shoulders but holding one leg each, I swear they were deliberately holding them as wide as they could as well as trying to make my tits jiggle as much as they could just for Tom’s visual benefit.

“Mind you don’t drop her!” he shouted “I don’t want mud in the car.”

“Right, in the back Joy, while we decide how, and what, we are going to do with you.”

I was cold so I quickly got in the car and shut the door. It was nice and warm but seeing my towel over the steering wheel I reached for it to put around my shoulders and that’s when I noticed that he had put covers on the front seat too. Must be for later was all I thought.

Rod soon followed leaving Ray and Tom still chatting “they can’t make their minds up. Now where were we…?”

I squiggled down the seat so that he could kneel astride me and enable me to unzip the monster. In no time at all his kecks were off and I was swinging his bullock about my tits. The door behind Rodney opened and my feet were grabbed and I was pulled along the seat under Rod until his bollocks were swinging about my face, then the door shut. I heard the driver’s door open and looking up Tom was leaning over the front seat smiling at me. “You ok Joy?” I just smiled I knew it didn’t matter if I wasn’t; I was, but all the same I knew that would be of little concern. He switched all the interior lights on. “That’s better. “For the moment Joy I’m just going to keep a look out whilst they play with you just in case the farmer comes along.”

Ray got in behind me minus his trousers, his huge hard on bobbing about above me.

Was I ok?

I had no idea of what they had planned for me it was of no worry to me as I trusted Tom implicitly; besides I liked and enjoyed being the subject of their total attention.

Ray got me to sit up between them and started to kiss me. I liked being kissed. I liked deep kissing. I liked the feeling as I became lost to my desires…I slowly melted to their touch.

I was tugging a cock in each hand and soon I felt Rod kissing and sucking my tits; they took turns…I was almost putty in their hands…

I felt a hand on my thatch.

Whose hand? I didn’t care. It was so nice I moved my legs to make it easier…two hands…then taking turns…probing fingers…taking turns…sometimes together. Then some ones fingers slipped right into me…the kissing stopped…my eyes popped open…they were both working on me…I so wanted to be fucked!

I wanked Rodney first whilst Ray gently rummaged around with his fingers but when it was Rays turn to be wanked I could hardly keep my mind on the task in hand. Eventually he shot his load over my face and into my hair but I hardly noticed as Rods fingering was so electrifyingly different; he was touching places no one had touched before…

All too soon they were spent and I became aware of that lovely sensation of spunk on my body which only made things worse for me as I still so desperately wanted to be fucked! I was almost beside myself awash with the desire to be fucked; so much so that I wouldn’t have cared which one did it; anyone, both of them, I wanted to do it so much.

“My turn now Joy.”


I had forgotten about Tom.






Eddy; at last.

28 Feb

Eddy; at last.


I was now used to there being passengers in the car when Tom picked me up. It seemed that there was always one or more of his mates wanting a lift somewhere so by now most if not all of his close friends had at some time or other seen me naked, either in the car or at Linda’s. Though, I must add, that at this stage of our relationship Tom had only encouraged me to allow the inclusion of Ray and Dave in the occasional romp though unbeknown to me this was about to change. I was also quite happy and content to acquiesce to his requests regarding my activities at the tin mish and other social events we went to – I have already mentioned these activities; for example the flashing, letting dance partners feel my tits and the cmfn. All of which, I must confess, I found most enjoyable fun.

One of the friends that we often gave a lift to was Eddie. It was the only time that I ever saw him as he never attended the dances or anything like that. He seemed to spend most of his time away on all sorts of adventurous activity or other, things like rock climbing, caving, hill walking; all sorts of adventurous outdoor pursuits. So, to me it seemed we were either taking him to or collecting him from Knutsford motorway services where he was meeting or being dropped off by one of his adventure pals. For some reason my towel was never out when Eddie was in the car; as you can guess this puzzled me so much – never mind the fact that I thought he was rather dishy – that eventually I had to ask Tom why.

“He’s a Rover Scout leader and involved with his local church.” Was Toms reply.

“So? Aren’t you forgetting that Linda, Anne and I are all members of the town’s guides group and active members of our local church too!

It was never mentioned again.


Several days after that memorable event with Rodney I was waiting for Tom at the bus stop by the entrance to my estate; it was easier for me to meet him here, even if it was raining, as my father did not really like me going out with Tom and took every opportunity to let it show.

I must have been day dreaming as I was only aware that a big car had pulled in which I took no notice of until he got out. He had changed his car again.

“What do you think?” He asked as he fortunately took the bag that he knew contained my underwear and clean up wipes; he also knew that this bag just may contain any possible toys and to save me any embarrassment (?), would in a crowded car, be best put into the boot out of the way, leaving me with the bag that I would use to put my clothes into if, or when, I undressed.

What did I think?

I never answered for one car was just the same as another to me. Besides, he was always mending someone or other’s car and we often took them out for a test drive to make sure they were fixed. But what had really drawn my attention, though, was the amount of people in it! You see, I would never know if he would want me naked until I got in so whenever I saw there were people in the car I would be all a flutter with butterflies. Even though that by now I was getting quite used to these little surprises.

“You will have to get in the back.” He said opening the door for me.

I could see that Dave and Linda were in the front sitting side by side but I couldn’t really see who was in the back because Ray was reaching out to pull me in!

Side by side?

Ray, pulling me into the car gave me a big kiss, “’lo joy, haven’t seen you for ages. Sit on my lap.”

That’s when I noticed Rod on the far side and Eddy, with a big smile on his face, sitting in the middle.

Side by side?

That’s when I noticed that the front seat was a big seat like the back seat; so that was why Dave and Linda were able to sit side by side.

I knew that Ray and Rod would know that I knew that they knew I would have no bra or knickers on and that they were at the first opportunity going to cop for a feel, but did Eddy?

I could not help but smile, by now I could read Tom almost like a book so I looked for my towel but to my surprise it wasn’t evident; nowhere to be seen!

“No, sit on my lap Joy” shouted Rod pulling me across Eddy. Rod too gave me a big kiss.

Like I said, Ray and Rod knew all too well that I would not be wearing underwear. I wasn’t sure about Eddy but he soon found out. Ray and Rodney had not been slow in taking every opportunity to have a feel and it wasn’t long before Eddy was helping himself too.

In struggling to sit up I couldn’t help but put my hands over their stiffening willies; I tried not to but accidents do happen.

Lynn and Dave were egging them on and laughing at my plight. I eventually managed to sit up and push their hands away and straighten my clothing; I was now sitting on Eddy’s lap. I could see that Tom was smiling as he adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see me. Tom then told me that we were taking Eddy to Knutsford services where he was being met by one of his climbing pals from down south as they were off to the Lakes to do some rock climbing.

I heard Lynda saying that “You fancied having a go at that didn’t you Joy?”

But before I could answer Tom was asking her to pass me the small blue towel from the glove box and telling me that…

“You will probably not need this Joy but you will need to be quick, look where we are.”


I looked out of the window,horror, we were almost at one of the points where, if we were alone I would normally be expected to have my clothes bagged but surely not with Eddy here???

But surely yes!

I could clearly hear Tom saying; “the boys will help.”

The next thing I was pulled back across their laps and Ray was attempting to remove my skirt whilst Rod with both hands down my blouse holding my tits stopping me from trying to sit up was telling Eddy to undo the buttons.

“TOM! TOM!” I shouted “I don’t like this; I’m feeling sick, TOM!”

I was too; not that my plight would influence what he did but I knew the possibility of my being sick in his precious car would.

Ray finally got my skirt off as Tom was telling them to sit me up just in case…

Tossing my skirt onto the back shelf he then started to help get my blouse off which also ended up on the back shelf; whatever happened to my bag?

My squiggling around, because their groping whilst trying to pull me upright was tickling me meant that I ended up wedged between Rod and Eddy, much to their delight. But not Ray’s, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the expression on Rays face; he was so obviously cheesed as now he could no longer cop a feel!

Dave and Linda were amused at this too. I knew they had been watching which was why I had made a show of it being a bit of a struggle for them to get my kit off. Besides, I was enjoying it as I could feel their cocks getting harder; needless to say I was groping them too.

I eventually sat back and not knowing what I was expected to do – if it had been Ray and Dave I would have had their cocks out by now – but with these two I didn’t know what Tom was expecting of me.

Rod and Eddy seemed quite content just watching my tits jiggling so I just sat there wondering what had brought about the change of events regarding Eddy?

When we turned onto the motorway slip road I pulled myself up to the front seat and asked Lynda if she was going to join in. She said that as much as they would like to Tom was dropping them off at her grandma’s where her mum and dad would be joining them later for tea. Whilst she was telling me this she had one of those knowing smiles on her face. Dave was rummaging in the glove box and she had the coke bottle torch in her hands; “what an interesting torch Tom. Look Dave.”

She was looking at me; she knew, she knew! I could tell by the way she was looking at me she knew and she knew by my expression that I knew she knew!

I’m sure Dave knew too but he just looked at it and tossed it back into the glove box.

Tom just looked at her with a big knowing grin on his face. I was now blushing something rotten, which just confirmed what she was thinking.

What was interesting Dave was the variety of torches and, whilst inspecting them was asking Tom why so many and showing the occasional one to Ray…

Tom didn’t answer, just smiled. They knew, just by their teasing manner, they knew.


It seemed like no time and we were at Knutsford services and Tom; surprise, surprise was parking quite close to the busy services entrance and I’m thinking that as Eddy is in the middle he would most likely tell Rod to let Eddy out which would mean either I would have to get out too or Eddy would have to clamber over me!

Having made arrangements with Eddy about his return pick up Tom smiled at me; “time for Eddy to go Joy.” Hmm, I thought he is going to want me to get out. I could see there were quite a lot of people about; he does this deliberately. The possibility of someone catching sight of me naked I could now see was a big turn on for him.

But, no! As Tom got out to get Eddies bag he asked Ray to let Eddy out, much to my surprise, let alone relief.

Eddy gave me a peck on the cheek, “thank you Joy.”

“Oh, you’re welcome Eddy hope you have a good time.”

“Hope to see you in a few days, Joy; you will be with Tom when he picks me up wont you?”


When Ray got back in Dave showed him a torch. “You had one of these didn’t you, you still got it?”

Linda gave him a dig, it was the one with the swivel lamp head, and looked at me.

I pretended I hadn’t noticed and ignored them.

Ray turned to me and snuggling up said, “that’s a lot better now Joy.”

It was a lot more comfortable but I still didn’t know how I was expected to be with Rod who had now snuggled up too.

Tom had given no indication at all. In fact he had mostly ignored me, apart from the occasional check in the rear view mirror, and had for the most part been chatting with Linda and Dave.

So although there had been that previous occasion involving Rod I could see that he too was uncertain as to how far he could go with me, like I was as to how far I could let him go!

With their arms round my shoulders a hand each and my long hair covering my tits and the small blue towel over my lap looking like a skirt just in case the people walking by got a little too curious we waited for Tom

The bulge in Rods trousers was enormous, as was Rays!

In the end I gave way to temptation.

“Right, you two next.” Said Tom when he got back in the car. “And you can take that thing off your lap Joy as soon as we leave the car park.”

Hmm, then what I thought.

Ray pushed me upright and to the middle tossing the towel onto the back shelf. “You won’t need that.” He said “not with me or Rodney to hide your modesty.” Whilst he was telling me that he was placing Rods hand on my thatch.

I now knew the answer to my thoughts of then what!

Dave had been leaning over the front seat watching and I could hear him asking Linda…

“Do we have to go to your grans so soon, why can’t we stop for a while?” He was playing with one of those torches again. “Joy has been rather neglected off late and it has been awhile since we have all been together and Rod will be an added bonus for her; can we Lynn, can we?”

Then Tom joined in, “that’s a good idea Dave, what about it Lynn?”

I’m thinking…Humph never mind what I think, as usual, besides it’s too cold to be outside and as big as this car is it would be too crowded to be much fun. But then I never seemed to have much say in these matters.

Linda was emphatic, “no.” she said “we are going to grandmas. I have nothing to clean up with or a change of clothes.”

Then to me, “sorry to disappoint you Joy but you understand what I mean don’t you?”

I certainly did, not that those considerations had ever made any difference to what they expected me to do, I had on many an occasion gone home trying to hide those tell tale stains on my clothes.


But Dave wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Well Tom could go to that barn; you know the one I mean near your grans. You can get some tissues or a toilet roll from your grans too; we’ve done it before.”

Linda looked at me and with a sigh of resignation, “are you ok about this Joy?”

At last, my opinion but before I could answer there was general consent; Ray responded with “Sounds good to me.”

Tom said “ok we will wait for an hour or so I’m sure we can occupy our time whilst we wait for you to join us. If you don’t we will see you later in the week at your place Linda, ok?”

Seems like I was going to be the entertainment until they arrived; I was probably going to be any way!

They didn’t turn up.

Winter Holiday

9 Jan

Flying tomorrow for our annual skiing holiday; no return flight booked so not sure when we are returning; depends on snow!

Should be back by the end of February when I will continue my bio-blog; promise!


More Academic Bollox!

8 Jan

UI study examines link between teen sex and divorce rate

A University of Iowa study found that women who make their sexual debut as young teens are more likely to divorce, especially if “the first time” was unwanted, or if she had mixed feelings about it.

Published in the April issue of the Journal of Marriage and Family, the analysis found that 31 percent of women who had sex for the first time as teens divorced within five years, and 47 percent divorced within 10 years. The divorce rate for women who delayed sex until adulthood was far lower: 15 percent at five years, and 27 percent at 10 years.

Author Anthony Paik, associate professor of sociology in the UI College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, examined the responses of 3,793 ever-married women to the 2002 National Survey of Family Growth.

A first sexual experience that was unwanted or not completely wanted was strongly associated with divorce. If the young woman chose to lose her virginity as a teen, the results were more nuanced.

When the first intercourse took place early in adolescence –- before the age of 16 –- the women were more likely to divorce, even if that first sexual experience was wanted.

If the young woman waited until age 16 or 17 and the first sex was wanted, there was no direct link to dissolution down the road. But, while the sex itself did not increase the likelihood of a marital split, other factors related to sexuality -– such as a higher number of sexual partners, pregnancy, or out-of-wedlock birth -– increased the risk for some respondents.

Thirty-one percent of women who experienced adolescent sexual debut had premarital sex with multiple partners, compared to 24 percent of those who waited. Twenty-nine percent experienced premarital conceptions, versus 15 percent who waited. And, one in four women who had sex during their teenage years had a baby before they were married, compared to only one in ten who held off.

“The results are consistent with the argument that there are down sides to adolescent sexuality, including the increased likelihood of divorce,” Paik said. “But there’s also support for the ‘more sex positive’ view, because if a teen delays sex to late adolescence and it is wanted, that choice in itself doesn’t necessarily lead to increased risk of divorce.”

Only a small percentage of women who had sex before age 18 said it was completely wanted. Just 1 percent chose to have sex at age 13 or younger, 5 percent at age 14 or 15, and 10 percent at age 16 or 17. Another 42 percent reported first sexual intercourse before age 18 that was not completely wanted, while the remaining portion of the sample waited until age 18 or older to have sex (wanted, 22 percent; unwanted, 21 percent).

Paik said there are a couple potential explanations for the link between teen sex and divorce.

“One possibility is a selection explanation, that the women who had sex as adolescents were predisposed to divorce. The attitudes that made them feel OK about having sex as teens may have also influenced the outcome of their marriage,” Paik said. “The other possibility is a causal explanation –- that the early sexual experience led to the development of behaviors or beliefs that promote divorce.”

In a statistical analysis, he found more evidence for the latter, suggesting that the sexual experiences as a teen affected the marriage. The results related to unwanted sex supported his hunch. Nevertheless, he cautions that it is too early to rule out the selection explanation.

“If the sex was not completely wanted or occurred in a traumatic context, it’s easy to imagine how that could have a negative impact on how women might feel about relationships, or on relationship skills,” Paik said. “The experience could point people on a path toward less stable relationships.”

Limitations of the study included a lack of information on respondents’ work status, which is often used as a control factor in divorce research, and the fact that the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention data included some imputed values. Paik arrived at the same results by excluding the imputed figures, but would like to repeat the study with the new 2006-08 data to confirm that the findings still hold.

“It’s a timely topic, given the current debate over the sexualization of girls,” Paik said. “This study tries to provide some answers about adolescent sexuality and the risk of marital dissolution, and the results show that both the context and early onset of first intercourse are associated with divorce.”

STORY SOURCE: University of Iowa News Services, 300 Plaza Centre One, Suite 371, Iowa City, Iowa 52242-2500

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