Up amoung the Heather on the Hills of Ben Magee!
Some of our stops were just so that Jimmy could have me suck him off in private. Or what felt to me like Public, I wasn't used to having sex in the daytime, in places where anyone could see as they passed by, but Jimmy said that people only see what they expect to see, and if they see something different, they don't know what to do about it, so they do nothing. I didn't know if I really understood that, but then, Jimmy was a lot older than me, so he knew much more than me anyway, so I supposed that he must be right. He said that was why he was wearing his Highland Dress, so that people would realise that he was one of them. I didn't quite understand that either, because most people don't wear Highland Dress, even in the Highlands, and this was before it became a regular thing for Weddings, but, you know what? Jimmy seemed to be right about everything, so I just accepted what he said and shut up. But I opened up whenever I was wanted. Life for a 13-year-old girl can be a lot easier if she just accept what she's told. I supposed that I was learning fast, at long last.
     I don't know what it's like for a Man when he cums – I suppose it's impossible for any girl or even a mature woman to know. Oh we can guess a bit, if he kind of pauses the action, immediately before he cums, and if he makes a noise, or holds your head absolutely still, and usually pulled in tight so that he's cumming down your throat rather than just unto your mouth. But the thing that happens in his mind, or his soul? We can only imagine. Remember, at that time I'd only had an orgasm a few times, cos pretty much most or all of the Men I'd been with were only interested in their own orgasm, and once that happened, they simply withdrew and went off to do something else, something more interesting than me. But at the time, I hadn't really worked this out. I only knew these Men and nothing else to compare them with. And I had also had only one experience with a Woman – Dr Monty's Sister – which had been quite spectacular, So, for all mthat I had been fucked rather a lot, and by more Men thatn your average 13-year-old, I was still pretty naive, And innocent, Oh, and ignorant too, And rather stupid, if I have to tell the truth. Very stupid,
     Jimmy liked to cum a lot – in the sense of more times than most guys I'd met up till then. That was fine by me. I'd met my Hero and he enjoyed using me and that was good. Once we got to his cottage, he started phoning people and planning the next show. And me and Jo were going to be on it. That was my whole purpose in meeting him and getting to know him - and it had worked rather well. And here I was.
     The cottage was quite small, but it was big too. I think it must have been originally two cottages at a right angle to each other, and not far from the main road. Jimmy liked to sit outside when the weather was good, and watch the traffic and wave to his fans, Which was just about everybody. He'd even had a visit to the cottage by The Queen, on her way to Balmoral on her holidays.
   
I thought it must be very tiring having to wave to people you don't know, but it was something The Queen, and Jimmy, were used to,that and being recognised wherever they went. Jimmy was always being stopped by people who wanted their photograph taken with him to show their friends, and Jimmy never said no. That was one of the things I admired about him – and all his good deeds: long walks for charity, Fixing It for kids like Jo and me. And helping out in hospitals and children's homes. Jimmy loved kids and we all loved him.
     And he was fucking me! And I was only just 13 and couldn't talk about stuff the way he could, and didn't really know an awful lot, but he didn't mind. He said I was one of the best fucks he'd ever had and I knew from Ronnie that he'd had lots of girls, so I felt that I was special to him. Of course he had to keep it secret, because it wouldn't be fair to the girls to let anyone know. They'd be mobbed by reporters trying to find out if Jimmy was as good as the gossip mill had it and if his cock was as big as it was supposed to be. Well, take it from me – as one who knows. Yes he was good at it, and yes it was pretty big; maybe not as big as the black American jazz musician Ronnie had given me to in Edinburgh, now his was the biggest I'd ever had inside me!
     Anyway, it was the next morning that Jimmy's phone rang, It was his PA who was on her way just letting Jimmy know where she was and would be at the jetty in half an hour. “That's fine,” said Jinny, Then he put the phone down and said to me: “I'm expecting some guests for the weekend, and some of them may want to get to know you. These are pretty important people, and if they like tou then we should be able to get you and Jo on the show. Where is Jo, anyway.”
     So I told him she was at home just now, waiting for more treatment, and Jimmy took a note of Jo's address and phone number, and said if things worked out this weekend, he'd maybe try to visit Jo during the week. *After all, you'll likely be going back to the city with Martin, won't you?” he asked?” And I nodded, though I hadn't really thought about that before. I suppose I had liked the thought of living here in this lovely cottage and spending time among the Mountains in between Jimmy's visits, but then I realised that this wasn't really his home, just one of them, and he had other places and people to be in. And he wouldn't want to darg a silly little girl around with him, I'd just get in the way, and anyway, he probably had lots of other versions of me, with different names, scattered around, plus all the ones he met by chance.
    
I was really disappointed because I thought the weekend would be just about Jimmy and Me, but now he had other people coming. I went out for a walk and climbed the hill a bit, and sat on a rock and smoked a ciggie. I suppose I was in a huff. But when you feel someone's let you down – even if they don't realise it themselves – it hurts. Nothing had been said about just me and Jimmy this weekend, and I did know that Martin hoped to get up for some of it, but he was my boyfriend, so that was ok, but now Jimmy was talking about strangers coming and it sounded like they would want to fuck me and he was ok about that – so what really was Jimmy feeling about me? I knew he liked me sucking his cock and he liked fucking me, but did that mean I was just a sex toy for him? I think, for the first time, since George Gill started me off, I felt I'd been let down by a man I'd put on a pedestal. But maybe that was my fault. After all, Jimmy had never asked me to put him on a pedestal. He was just being himself, maybe it was me who got things wrong and built up greater expectations than I should. He was only a Man, after all, not a God.
    But What a Man! And it was up to me to give him whatever he wanted from me – because it was him who was important, not me, so I had to stop this silly day-dreaming, going over everything in my head, stop thinking about myself, just accept my purpose, because of course this was real life. I was here for Jimmy and his friends, they weren't here for me. And the sooner I realised that that was how it worked, the happer I would be, because if I made them happy, they would like me. And the happier I made them, the more they would like me. Simple really. Sorted!
     So I threw my fag-end away and walked back down to the cottage, where Jimmy welcomed me with one of his great big smiles. Threw his arms around me and told me to get down and give him a good suck, because he was the horniest Man alive, and I gave him a good one – he said so afterwards.

Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?
Someone wrote to me, seemingly perplexed and asking if I am in fact an Anglican Priest, a Vicar, like Canon Sidney Chambers in Grantchester. “No,” is the short answer, but my correspondent wanted the long one: I am an ordained Church of Scotland Minister. That is different from being an Episcopalian Vicar, Rector, Dean or Bishop. And very different from being a Roman Catholic Priest. Well, especially since I am not of the correct gender for that last one. And at present I do not serve in a parochial ministry. And the Church of Scotland does not have and Deans, or Bishops.
     The Somervilles have been Presbyterian since the Scottish Reformation in 1560 and one, Malcolm Somerville was close to John Knox – though I don't suppose they ever shared a joke over a glass of whisky! There were Lyttletons who remained with Rome, but no matter what the Schism, family relations were always put above all and none of our ancestors ever fought a duel with another. We were on both sides in the Covenanting times, some Dumbiedykes riding with Graham of Claverhouse while others, together with Urquharts, were with Leslie at Philiphaugh where the Royalists were roundly beaten. And in the Disruption on 1843, in which a large section of the Church of Scotland split away to form the free Church of Scotland, once again, families were riven, with Mountcastles following Dr Chalmers and signing the Act of Separation, while several Moncriefs remained with the established Church. In David Octavius Hill's famous painting of the Disruption Assembly, there are 15 of my ancestors among the attendees.
     But I wouldn't want to give the impression that we are all Holy Willies. Scientists, poets, and politicians are there; so are engineers, farmers and members of the armed services; I don't think there were any murderers, but three did their time in prison – one for malpractice as a doctor, another was a politician who took back-handers, and the third was a bigamist (or is it trigamist?) all of whose wives stood by him and on his release he went off to Canada with his legal wife and the other two and they all apparently lived happily ever after and raised their own Canadian branch of the family/
     Our extended family illustrates the weft and weave of religion in Scottish history, of the changes in the Scottish political landscape, and the fluctuations of family fortunes. I don't mean wealth, but stability. Between the Dumbiedykes, Lyttletons, Brevitys, Urquharts, Mountcastles, Moncriefs, Waters, Goldfish, Davidovas and the other branches and twigs, and ourselves, every strand of Faith in Scotland is represented. We have Roman Catholics alongside Free Presbyterians, Jews mingling with Muslims, Quakers on more than nodding acquaintance with Episcopalians; and we have leading members in all the political parties – The Nationalist Party (Ginger Goldfish is the First Minister),
The Socialist Party (led by Trixie Davidova), The Unionist Party (led by Roxy Davidova), the Ethical Gardners Party (Leigh Waters as the Chairperson) and the Guardian Readers Party (with Hugh Moncrief as their dynamic new leader).
     We have actors and film directors, historians, like Daphne and Maude – well, no-one is quite like Daphne and Maude – the Leader of the SNO and several players in the national teams in Football, Rugby and Cricket. Unfortunately, Andy Murray is not actually a relative, but he could have been if his mum's first boyfriend hadn't had to change a wheel on his dad's car and miss a date at which she got fed up waiting and started talking to a guy called Murray. But Chick Murray was mu uncle – now that really is a claim to fame!
     And my Partner, who refuses to be called my 'Wife' but will happily answer to Goody, being the older contraction of Goodwife and much more appropriate for the one who is the true Light of my
Life! We have rich heritage and that brings some responsibility – not maybe the kind the Davidovas carry, the twins' father being the Duke of Wester Ross; or Ginger, descended from Mayer Goldfisch and Hannah Cohen (whose father changed the name to Cowan) as well as my great-great-great-great-grandfather, Horace Somerville, who walked all the way round the coast of Great Britain, but not the off-islands which surround us, and wrote a book about it: Sand in my Shoes, because his feet got pretty wet, as he literally walked the coast – except where sheer cliffs made the way impassable at sea level.
     That's enough for now, I think. Any questions – feel free to ask them and I'll answer if I can, or if I don't know it, I'll find someone who does.
   

To See The World In a Grain of Sand and The Universe in a Wild Flower
It's not that I've had time hanging heavy on my hands – in fact, it's been rather the opposite. What with visitors, my true love's involvement in the Amateur Operatic Society, and a bout of flu (the real McCoy, not the ersatz version which people bear heroically, while struggling in to work as usual, with a We Never Closed sign on their office door and a supply of Flu Strength Nurofen in their handbags, along with a bottle of Covonia for their coughs and a pack of Amazon Size Kleenex Tissues for their red and dripping noses. I could barely crawl to the bathroom for a week and for the next managed to move around the house with difficulty and certainly didn't cross the doorstep for three weeks. So, for that first week, time barely existed. I slept most of the time that an aching head allowed, and missed many of my Unmissable TV shows and it was only thanks to the Internet and the various Catch-Up services that I was indeed able to.
     I'm one of those neurotics who, like Woody Allen in Play it Again, Sam, has to start with the opening credits and watch right through tho the Closings. At least, with the advent of recording , the iplayer and On Demand, I can now fast forward through the commercials which used to be an essential part of the context within which the story was told. And though now I am able to do that, I still must see every episode. Miss one and I miss the lot, and that is non-negotiable. It would feel akin to skipping the odd chapter in a novel and I've yet to meet anyone who admits to that.
     But when In Recovery as opposed to Quarantine, and able to concentrate for more than a few seconds at a time, I did manage to read some of my backlog on, or is it in? the Kindle: the first two of James Runcie's Grantchester novels and Damien Seaman's two Weimar Republic mrder mysteries: The Killing of Emma Gross and Berlin Burning. I enjoyed all of these and they helped pass the time
when I was still unable to do very much myself other than read or watch TV. I had seen the first series of Grantchester which had been dramatised on ITV and I was pleased to find the original stories, which provided more background on Canon Sidney Chambers than was present on television.
     I have always had an unlikely attraction to the Church of England, despite my early Atheism which has developed into existential Agnosticism. You would expect youthful disbelief to harden into absolute certainty, especially because of the cognitive dissonance involved in a belief in an all-knowing, all seeing, all powerful and especially a benevolent God, when the world is so full of suffering. I attended an Anglican Secondary School and wonder now whether, had women clergy been permitted then, I might have felt an inclination towards that life. I could never have become a Nun! Not because of my early sexual exploitation by Men, but more because of my subsequent realisation that my own gender identity was as a Lesbian: which has given me more happiness and comfort than I would ever have thought possible.
     Sex was always a major aspect to my personality. I believe I read somewhere that Men think about sex every few minutes. Well I think about it constantly – and I have encountered many women who share that obsession. But we are able to multi-task, and not only do, but also think about several things simultaneously, which seems to be beyond the abilities of most Men.
     As for Theology: I suppose I have come to the conclusion that there could be a creator, simply because I find the existence of the Universe something which needs more of an explanation than simply What?? it is – I want to know Why? And that involves the time before The Big Bang!
     And Stephen Hawking's A Short History of Time left that need unsatisfied. Quantum Mechanics may tell us that all of the energy and matter required for the creation of the Universe could be compressed into a single point which then exploded with an incredible amount of power which has kept the Universe expanding at a tremendous rate, which will eventually slow down and stop and then begin falling back towards it's origin: but that doesn't satisfy me, and nor does it exclude a Creator. These may be curious thoughts for someone like me, but certainly, whenever I have been unwell, and particularly when I have been in that Slough of Despond in which it is impossible to do anything, and difficult to do more than think and sip Earl Grey Tea or the occasionally frequent Hot Toddy (heavy on the Whisky, Light on the Honey and with extremely hot Water) I find myself retreating from the real world to the universe inside my head. I may not do any productive thinking, but I do manage to explore things which have never been resolved to my satisfaction. And catch up on my reading, which has always been one of the best distraction techniques at my disposal and one I can never be without. Nor would want to.
     I can see myself being blissfully happy as a woman Vicar with my Wife and a couple of children in a pretty Vicarage in a picturesque village somewhere in the heart of rural England. But I don't think that is a true Vocation – more one of what Sherlock Holmes called “three pipe mysteries” and all part and parcel with the rest of the conundrum which is me, and every other human being on this small planet on the outer fringes of The Milky Way. Truly Inexlicable!
    

What You Don't Know Won't Hurt You!

So after that, the next thing I can remember clearly was – me and Jimmy in his car, driving North, destination: Glencoe! It must have been a great fucking party, I know I was a bit tender down below (front and back both) and my lips were bruised and my face had a bit of a rash, probably with stubbly men snogging me, or their short and curlies rubbing me! Anyhow, I was in Seventh Heaven, or Cloud 9 – that's the kind of thing my Mum used to say when she was deliriously happy, which wasn't that often, you can guess. But, here I was, all alone with my very iown Hero, being driven by him up to his cottage: I'd heard about it, Martin and Doc Graham and Ronnie all spoke about the fun times up there, but I didn't expect much partying, just me and Jimmy – and sheep outside! He was so generous: whenever we stopped for petrol, or a coffee and something, he paid for everything (actually, I didn't have any money – I'd never needed any, the Men were always so willing to buy whatever I needed, or they wanted me to have, which I thouhght was so sweet and kind of them. They never asked for anything from me.
     And Jimmy wanted to discuss me and Jo going on Jim'll Fix It and said one of the producers and maybe one of his own assistants might come by, which would be good, because then he could finalise stuff for the show. Otherwise he did a lot of his business on the phone. But Mobile reception was patchy once we'd left the Central Belt and were going up the M9 or was it the M8 or M7 – what did I know? I wasn't driving and Jimmy was amazing: when his phone was working, he could talk to someone on it, talk to me, drive, smoke a cigar, sip some vodka he kept in a lemonade bottle, tell me about the history we were going past, point out where he'd walked for charity – all at the same time!
     And wherever we stopped, he was recognised and flocked by women and girls all wanting his autograph. I'm sure a lot of them were jealous when they saw that I was his travelling companion. Some of them asked me personal things about him, which made me feel a bit embarrassed, because I didn't want to tell them things I shouldn't (he'd never said how I should deal with that kind of thing, well, he probably didn't expect people to ask me things, after all, he was the Star) so I just made things up. Like for instance: “his favourite breakfast cereal is Coco Pops, his favourite drink is Pepsi Cola, he doesn't wear pyjamas in bed, he does a hundred Push-ups before breakfast and a hundred Sit-ups before bed, his favourite cigars are Havanas, his favourite TV shows are Top of the Pops, Eastenders, Coronation Street, Jim'll Fix It and Match of the Day, his most important people are His Mum, The Queen and Maggie Thatcher, and the one thing he'd really love to do would be to play for Leeds United in the FA Cup Final if someone could Fix It! For him.” So if you read any of that somewhere, it's probably because of me!
    
I even got my photos taken while Jimmy was talking to his fans, and trying to buy me some fags, or a can of Irn Bru – I felt rather self-conscious, bacause I wasn't anybody, I was just with Jimmy. And when girls asked me if Jimmy was good in bed, I blushed to my roots and said, “don't ask me, how should I know, I'm only 13!” and the girls would laugh and nudge each other and me and wink and ask me to ask Jimmy if they could come with us. Of course, I didn't. What did they take me for?

Not So Much a Party, More a Way of Life!
It wasn't as bad as I'd expected, because some of the guests – not the members of Martin and Jimmy's Ring, but the others who'd been invited – had brought girls, so I wasn't the only one. Some of them were younger than me, one was nine, another 11. there were also a few boys.
     And one Man had brought his wife, who sulked once she realised that this wasn't the kind of party she (or her husband) had expected. Although when she saw Jimmy, she became rather lively and I saw Jimmy taking her upstairs to a bedroom. Martin said something about “involving” her and Jimmy giving her a good time meant she wouldn't complain about what went on. And plenty went on.
     I did some stints in the Glory Hole, and so did the other girls, and even a few of the men. And there were queues outside the little cubicle where they went to slide their cocks into whoever was waiting for them. I had rather a lot to drink and wasn't able to keep count of how many men fucked me, but at times the Living room seemed to be a muddle of bodies, most naked and they didn't seem

to care who they fucked or whether they were girls or boys. And the changing of partners was so continuous that it looked as if there were many more females than there actually were! Oh, what a sight!
     They even managed to get one of the boys – he looked really young, but most young boys do – to fuck me while they stood around and wanked over us. I didn't know the boy's name, but I tried to help him, because he obviously didn't know where to put his cock, which wasn't very big. They had obviously given him one of the blue pills, to give him an erection, and he managed to get it in my See You Next Tuesday and I rode him like a Cowgirl, because that was the best way to keep it inside me. He came rather quickly, but I kept on, because I knew the Men wanted a show and after a while I faked an orgasm and collapsed on top of him. We were both slick with sweat and sticky with spunk – it was in my hair and over my face – but I gave him a good snog which brought a cheer from the spectators. Then I was pulled to my feet and a man I didn't know lifted me so he could slide his cock into me and fuck me with my feet over his shoulders. He was strong and powerful and his cock
rammed me hard every time I came down on it and all the time, he seemed to be staring at my face to see my reaction. So I gave him what he wanted, lots of yelps and squeals and begging him to stop, but he kept on until he eventually shot off a real load inside me. And then he just pulled out of me, dropped me onto a sofa, and went looking for someone else. Not even a thank you!
     This strengthened my belief that we were just sex-toys for a lot of the men. Maybe not Martin or George or Dr Montgomery, and certainly not for Jimmy, who simply had a powerful libido which made him need sex like some people need drink or drugs. But he was always interested in the person he was fucking, wanted to know all about you, and never forgot a name – I once asked him about the little books Ronnie had with the names and addresses of all the girls Jimmy had fucked and he laughed and said: “it's full of mistakes and whenever I get a chance I try to go through them and make corrections. I remember every woman I've had,” and he tapped his head, “in here. Some people have a photographic memory, but I have an video tape inside my head and every name and address is there, along with the date and place and what we did, and I can remember every face and match it with their details.” I must have looked very impressed, because he laughed again and said: “you are a star, Jenny, to come all the way from Lesmahagow for this party, are you going home with Peter, or staying over,” and I gave him a playful slap and told him: “shut yer gob, ye daft ha'p'orth, as it 'appens I'm sharing my bed with you tonight,” and a great gleeful smile lit up his face and he gave me a cuddle.
     That cuddle from Jimmy was worth all the fucks from the strangers at the Party. Because he was special and such a wonderful man, and he was going to get me and Jo onto Jim'll Fix It and that was all I wanted. So I was going to Glencoe with him in the morning, well, depending on when we woke after this long night, and I was happy. So I took another turn in the Glory Hole and I peeped through the hole, before the next cock came through, and I saw the Police Officer, Duncan Doubleday, on the other side – he was peeping through to see who it was in the toilet, and when he saw it was me, he chuckled and said he'd heard I was the best cocksucker at the party and he was looking forward to finding out if that was true.
 
     So I gave him a really good blow-job, and he filled my mouth with such a load that it was spilling out of my mouth faster than I could swallow it, and his cock disappeared and in less than a minute, he appeared in the doorway and pulled me to my feet and kissed me deep and hard, licking and sucking his own cum out and swallowing it. Then he led me upstairs to the top floor and he found an empty bedroom and he handcuffed me to the bed and said he was going to give me a real man's fuck. And
he lifted my pelvis and slid his still hard cock inside my See You Next Tuesday, lowered his full weight on top of me and started – and kept on and on and on until there was a knock on the door and Martin came in.
     “Oh, I see you two are getting acquainted,” he said. “Jimmy wants to see you downstairs, Duncan, but I'll take over here,” and Doubleday quickly ejaculated for maybe the third time, and pulled himself out.
     “She's all yours, Marty, and well lubricated for you,” said Doubleday. “I'll be seeing you, Teri, don't forget.” And he was gone.
     “What did that mean?” asked Martin, entering me and seeming very pleased to find me so full of Doubleday's spunk.
     “I don't know, but whenever he was cumming, he kept calling me Goldilocks. Is he all right?”
     And Martin laughed, “Oh the story is that Goldilocks was the name of the first girl the Founding Members of The Ring shared, and Duncan's ancestor was Sir Parlane MacFarlane, who started The Ring. Another Doubleday, Duncan, was Sir Parlane's Manne – a kind of servant, minder, and scribe. Sir Parlane had a son, with Doubleday's wife, Marie, and he was given Doubleday's name – to keep in with the King and the Church, and that was the same for all the children Sir Parlane fathered with wives of the aristocracy. He had no legitimate children himself – they say his wife was a Lesbian and he was happy to leave her to her maidservants. Sir Parlane also fathered one of my ancestors whose mother passed him off as her husband's child, so all the subsequent Martin Elginbrod's are also descended from MacFarlane. He and Dominic Doubleday were the first two Members of The Ring, and we are as strong today as we have ever been, after seven hundred years. There are only ever 12 Members and I hope you will prove as desirable to them all as the original Goldilocks was.
     And he gave me a tender kiss on my forehead and then on my lips and started the shag me in earnest!








  

We're Going to have a Party!
We went back to the cottage, me, Martin and Jimmy, leaving Chris and Genghis to make arrangements for a Party the next night to be held at their Tower, from about 5pm till the next morning.
     And the Men had decided that the Party was going to feature ME in the Glory Hole! They were going to take the door off, so that anyone could see what I was doing, but I wouldn't know whose cock was coming through the round opening from the room next door. And they were going to install CCTV cameras so that I could also be seen from the Living Room Television. And of course, anyone could just walk into the toilet where I was sitting and do whatever they wanted to me: if I was sucking a cock through the Hole, someone might want to fuck me at the same time, or if I was being fucked through the Hole, someone might want me to jerk or suck them off too. They said there would be lots of opportunity for impromptu fun. For the Guests. It sounded as if I'd be working the whole time – and I'm only 13! Don't they have any idea?
     I was really impressed by Martin's complete absence of jealousy. I knew that he loved me and was happiest when he and I were alone together, but he deferred to Jimmy Savile and was happy for me to be fucked by any of the other guests invited to the party. They included my friends George Gill, Dr Montgomery and Ronnie and about twenty others who were strangers to me. And when Jimmy said that he would like to take me after the party up to his cottage in Glencoe, Martin said that was fine by him, and that he would try to finish work early on Friday and come up himself to spend the weekend with us – Jimmy thought that was a great idea.
     
 

But I'm getting ahead of myself. The three of us spent that night together and they both fucked me until I was awash with their spunk and we all fell asleep in a tangle of sodden sheets and I had a cock in each hand when I woke the next morning. While Martin made coffees for us all, Jimmy gave me one of his good hard shags in my See You Next Tuesday which had me screaming – but I never once said “Pumpernickel” cos I didn't want him to stop.
     He said: “You are the best girl I've ever fucked, Teri, and I've had a few.” I laughed, because I knew he meant he'd had a lot, and I felt really flattered that he should praise me, because I knew he'd lots of gorgeous girls and women only too happy to spread their legs for him.
     In the afternoon. We got ready for the party. Obviously, I wouldn't need many clothes – if any – but I packed a few things just in case any of the guests wanted me in my School Uniform, or anything else the might like. Jimmy was going to provide the music for the party, not that there would be much dancing, with the guests all being Men, but I supposed that didn't matter, it would keep everyone happy and keen to do what they were there for – ME!
     So, about three in the afternoon, Martin drove me down to the Tower and Jimmy followed in his car, with his records and my luggage for the trip to Glencoe. He'd said we would stop somewhere on the way to get me warm clothes because he wanted to take me up a Mountain. I wasn't absolutely sure what way me meant “take me” - did he mean to “have me” up on the mountain top?
But I didn't have time to worry about that, because when we arrived Jimmy and martin and the Guys still had a lot to do. The Toilet door was already off, and there were lots of cloths and towels and things for me to use as I needed, some pills to keep me going when I felt tired – and they had plenty of the blue ones for the guests, so that they could keep going as well. I supposed, from what had gone on between Chris and Genghis and Martin and Jimmy, there would probably be a lot of sucking and fucking that didn't actually involve me. And I guessed that Chris and Martin and maybe some of the others would be happy to give me a break now and again, so that they could be on the receiving end of the cocks that popped through the Hole!
     I bet not many 13-year-olds knew as much as Me about what Men did. And I owed all of it to george Gill initially, to Dr Montgomery and Ronnie, and through them, to Martin and especially to Jimmy, who was the main 'Mover and Shaker' in their Ring which was how they referred to themselves and their friends. I'd noticed that they all had an identical gold ring, and apparently they were all numbered and whenever someone retired through ill-health, or died, their ring was given to the person who was elected into their place. Martin told me that he held the records of The Ring, with a list of every member since it was formed in the 13th Century. I was interested in History and he promised to show it to me when we were back together in Edinburgh. Which meant I'd probably have to go back to School – and home, for some of the time anyway.

A Walking, Talking, Living Doll
I don't know how long I stood in the frame until I heard the door at the top of the stairs open and I shut my eyes as the lights flicked on, temporarily dazzling me. I opened them again and turned my face towards the stairs and the pair of legs descending. It was Jimmy.
     “Pumpernickel,” I said, as calmly as I could, although I was shivering – not from cold, for the cellar was moderately heated.
     “as it happens, Teri, your company is required upstairs, so I have come to fetch you.”
     “How long have I been here?” I asked, as casually as I could, with my teeth starring to chatter.
     “Only twenty minutes, but it's been long enough.” and he unbuckled the straps which held my wrists and ankles to the two pillars. I held on to his shoulder as he walked me back to the stairs and helped me climb up. “Go into the lounge and I'll get you a drink.”
     “I did as I was told and found Martin sitting in an armchair and the other two guys on a three seater sofa. They asked me to sit between them. I felt small and vulnerable. I was still naked, but the men were all dressed again, and anyone seeing them would think they were three friends having a blether, What they would think of me, I can only imagine.
     Jimmy came in and handed me a tall glass – I sipped, it was vodka and coke, so I took a bigger drink and felt my arms and legs begin to warm up. Jimmy stood in front of me and unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock – it rose to face me. Jimmy put his hands on either side of my head and pulled my face towards his cock. I reached up and held it with my right hand. I opened my mouth and slid it in. I began to suck and lick the head and Jimmy used his left hand to guide mine in the way he wanted me to hold and jerk it. Then his hand was back on my head and he pulled me closer, so that

his cock went deeper. He began rocking backwards and forwards on his feet so that he was fucking my throat. His pelvic thrusts got stronger and he twisted my hair with his hands to keep my head steady. I wondered how long he was going to take, when he stiffened and a gush of his spunk filled my mouth and throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could and then he pulled away and let go of my head. A couple of steps took him to Martin, who opened his own mouth to receive it. I couldn't
imaging he'd be ready to do it again, but he was – the blue pills Chris had given him seemed to work like magic and I watched with fascination as Martin gave Jimmy a fine blow-job, at the end of which Jimmy sat and then lay down on the big white rug in front of the fireplace, He unbuckled is belt and pulled his trousers and pants down.
     “Come on, Marty, it's your Lucky Day!” And Martin knelt down between Jimmy's legs, removed his trouser and pants too and applied some KY Jelly to his cock and Jimmy's bum, then, taking hold of Jimmy's legs to spread them wide, while jimmy's hands pulled his bum cheeks away to open his anus. Martin leaned forward, over Jimmy, holding his body up with his left arm, while his right hand guided his cock into Jimmy, he then let his weight down on Jimmy's body, with his hands flat on the 
floor on eithet side of Jimmy's head, and began the fucking. I was amazed: are they actually Gay? I asked myself, and it was really strange to sit and watch my Lover, Martin Elginbrod, a top Edinburgh Advocate, fucking my Hero, Jimmy Savile! Whose own cock he had just sucked off and whose sperm he had swallowed.
     Which was when Chris and Genghis started on me! They pulled me up over Chris, who slid himself down until he lay the length of the sofa and Genghis pulled off Chris's trousers and slid his cock into my Bum, Chris all the while talking quietly into my ear: “trust me, I'm a Doctor, and there's always a place here for you, Teri, if you tire of the Big City,” and Genghis slid his own cock into my See You Next Tuesday and leant over me. The two began to build up a rhythm and spoke to each other over my head – just as if I was a Sex Doll – a Walking, Talking, Living Doll! And then they started snogging above my head. And though they were fucking me, it was as if they imagined they were fucking each other. It was the weirdest fuck I'd ever had!
 

Pumpernickel!
The rest of the weekend (I think, though I'm really not at all sure how long we spent there) was spent wit, usually two of the Guys fucking me, while the other two did whatever they liked with each other. There were no inhibitions left. So it was all hands to the pump!
     And then, late in an afternoon, Jimmy said: “shall we pop down to yours, Docs?” And the two agreed without any hesitation. I had no idea what the attraction could be that was worth piling into two cars and driving the few miles to the village. The house was actually an old tower that had been
nicely restored. Nowadays it would be on Grand Designs or Gnomes under the Patio but back then, they just did it and only their friends saw what was inside. Which was very tasteful and charming, with wood panelled wainscots and varnished wooden doors and kind of Jacobean wallpaper above but not like a Pansy's house – which is the kind of thing my Mum would say if something was effeminate or unmanly. They gave us the guided tour starting in the attic which had originally been servants' rooms and now were fitted out as guest bedrooms, down to the main bedroom which was enormous with a huge Four-Poster and nice bouncy mattress which I looked forward to having a go on, or someone having a go in me on; a big bathroom with a bath for two and a roomy shower and a bidet and big fluffy white mats on the floor, perfect for me – I really felt I could live in a house like this, with Martin? I supposed I'd have to wait till I was older, but he might not want me when I was older.
     On the ground floor were living and dining rooms, another, smaller bathroom and a toilet, with what 
the guys explained was a glory-hole, so if someone was at the toilet, someone else could pop their cock through the hole for the person inside to suck or be fucked by, without knowing whose it was! They
told me it used to be a big thing in the public toilets (known as cottages) that gay men used to frequent. Inside locked cubicles they could be more discreet, but they said police used to come in dressed in plain clothes and entrap men, so it was pretty risky. The kitchen was like something in a professional restaurant – all stainless steel and marble counters. It probably cost as much the whole of mum and dad's house! And the window was really sliding patio doors that opened onto a patio and then steps down to the garden, which was a nice size and very private, not overlooked by anyone. You could do a lot of serious bonking there and no-one the wiser!
     Then we went down to the basement – I don't know if it would be right to call it a Torture Chamber, but there were a lot of different ways someone could be restrained and at the mercy of anyone – everyone! So of course they demonstrated one thing, with me as the guinea pig. It was a kind of frame which could hold my wrists and ankles so I was kind of spread-eagled, upright. So
 
 
 
 
anyone could fuck me front or back and I couldn't do a thing about it. Which Chris and Genghis demonstrated. And then Martin and Jimmy had their turn. I swear there must have been a lot of spunk dripping out of me when they were finished. And then they switched out the lights and did it all again, silently, with only their cocks touching me, inside me, so I didn't know who it was. And then they all went upstairs for drinks, leaving me there, absolutely shagged out and dripping spunk and completely knackered and all alone, strapped up in the dark! It wasn't a very nice feeling. And no-one to hear me if I said “Pumpernickel.”

Everything's cumming up Roses and Buttercups
When Chris and Genghis Came in Martin, Genghis, at the bum-end, had also been wanking Martin's cock, and he Came at the same time, and they all collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath and laughing because they'd had such a good fuck; Jimmy turned to me and said “we always have a safe-word and if ever you are afraid or unhappy, or experiencing pain you just have to say it and the others will stop – let's agree on that before we go any further.” I thought for a moment and said “Pumpernickel,” and they all laughed, but agreed.
     Then Jimmy asked who wanted to fuck me next. Three hands shot up, and Jimmy said: “well, I've just fucked her in the shower, so you three have a go,” and they quickly agreed that Martin, as my Lover, could have me in my See You next Tuesday, Chris in my bum, and Genghis in my mouth.” I must have looked surprised, because Chris and Genghis were gay, but Chris must have noticed and explained that they were both bi-sexual. “We prefer Men, but we also fuck Women, and especially like young girls like you, Teri.” So Martin lay on the mat and I lowered myself onto his steadfastly erect cock which he thrust up at me with his pelvis planting it balls deep and making me gasp with pleasure; I leaned over him., I was nowhere near as heavy as any of the Men and Martin was quite happy to wrap his arms around me and kiss me deeply in my mouth. Meanwhile Chris knelt behind me and after smearing some KY Jelly around my anus and easing his thumb in to libricate me inside, he slid his cock in. Then Genghis took up his position in front and I took his cock in my mouth. And we were away. I don't know how Martin and Chris co-ordinated their movements, but they were quickly in time with each other and I could feel them both pushing deep inside me at the same time – it felt like one big Cock shagging me down there. And I concentrated on licking and sucking
 
 
Genghis, cause that was what I could have some control over – and I didn't want him to cum to early or late, It's dead easy to bring a man's orgasm on quickly – if you don't like him or just want a break – but he seemed a nice guy, they both did, and I wanted them to remember me as being a 'Good Lay'. That was what Graham had told me sticks in men's minds about a girl: not how smart or funny or whatever she was, just whether or not she was a 'Good Lay@ and though I didn't have any reason to thing I'd see either of them again after this little Orgy, nevertheless, I was vain enough to want their memories of me to be good ones. Aside from the fact that I was a little slutty slapper.






     I can't describe all the permutations they got up to, but one occasion stands out in my mind: it was just me and Jimmy and it was pretty straightforward (all these words have got more than one meaning – I've never been great at puns but when it comes to sex, and there's another, they are hard to avoid, and another) and we were on the second sheet, in front of the fire. So there was me, with my legs wide and Jimmy keeping up a steady rhythm, and I'm sure he was humming a tune to himself, which for a DJ must be second nature. Anyway, Martin, who had been chatting to the others, suddenly appeared at my side and asked if he could lick me, or rather, my See You Next Tuesday, while Jimmy was shagging me. “Oooh yes,” I said, “that'll be lovely.” And Jimmy was okay about it, so Martin got himself into position and I felt his tongue darting and probing around my lips, while Jimmy's cock drove in deep and then pulled out. There was soon a good rapport between them and it felt to me like Martin's tongue was actually part of Jimmy's cock, as it kind of slid into me alongside it. If you ever get fucked like this, I hope you can work out which is which. It's not easy.
      Anyway, at one point, my hips were getting just a wee bit achey, with the position I was in and as I tried to move a wee bit, Jimmy's cock completely withdrew – and before I knew it was happening, Martin opened his mouth and Jimmy's next thrust went in there. Neither of them paused, and Jimmy simply carried on fucking Martin's mouth. I slid myself away, and Martin lay down on his back in my place, while Jimmy – whose eyes had been shut all this time – never faltered. He just kept on with his steady thrusting, and I could see his cock going down Martin's throat. And then the most incredible thing happened – even more incredible than what was going on now; and what it was was that Jimmy lowered his body and took Martin's erect cock in his own mouth. And started doing Press-Ups.
     I'd read about how many Press-Ups  Jimmy could do and how much money he had raised for Charities by doing them, and now here he was, not just doing Press-Ups but fucking Martin's throat and sucking off Martin's cock at the same time and sucking martin's Cock at the same time. And these were two of my Lovers. Well, Jimmy was my Hero and just became my Lover a day or so before, and Martin was my True Love. I couldn't take my eyes off them, and I became aware that Chris and Genghis on the sofa were watching too, and keeping a count of Jimmy's Press-Ups as his body went up and down like a great human Fucking Machine. It was fantastic to see and I felt so, so privileged to be here with this Great Man, one of the sweetest, kindest, truest and most honest Men in the whole country, or even the Whole Wide World. I knew I would never forget this day and even now, the image is as fresh in my mind as the day it happened!
     And when, after I don't know how many dozen press-Ups, they both managed to time their orgasms so that they were simultaneous, Me and the Boys cheered and applauded them, and they both lay on the floor, each holding the other's Cock and still licking off the spurts of Cum they were squeezing out, like toothpaste. I wonder if you could get semen flavoured toothpaste? That would make someone a fortune! Mouthwash too! If anyone wants to take up the idea, I would quite like a 5% royalty for thinking of it.

Is this what they mean when they talk about a Gang-Bang? 
Martin returned with his friends, Chris and Genghis, and a supply of the blue pills which were guaranteed to produce longer (in the sense of sustained) erections for the DJ and the Lawyer, Doctor and Dentist. There was no seating plan, and nothing was said then about the two newcomers being Gay. Up till then, I don't know if I'd ever met anyone who was Gay. Obviously, me being a girl made it less likely than if I'd been a boy, and I'd never heard the term Bi-Sexual – If I had I'd probably have thought it meant two in the sense of having sex with two people at once, which was what I was getting used to. And I had no idea at that point about three people fucking me simultaneously – that would come up (forgive the pun) later. But what they did decide among themselves, as a kind of warm-up, I suppose, was that after a few drinks, they do something called Bukkake. I had no idea what that was – I now know that it is a Japanese word – but I soon found out. Martin found and old shower curtain and put it out on the living room floor and I was to kneel on it. I thought I was going to give them all Blow-Jobs, and later on I would, but this was just about them all Wanking and Cumming over me. To be honest, even then I didn't see the point of it, and I still don't, except that it is really about degrading the girl or woman. A lot of Men wank into the toilet – as I suppose some of my readers probably know already – and therefore it is using a girl as a substitute for the toilet, and then, of course they often go on to pee on her. Yes, I did find that out later too! In many ways, that New Years Day was to become my biggest sexual education day, or two days, because it carried on right through the Second of January. And the succeeding days, because the Holiday lasts right up to the Fourth, and most people go back to work on the Fifth. And these were all professional Men in the cottage with me. Respectable – well, maybe not the two locals, because it seemed that everyone in the area knew them as a Gay Couple, although because they were accepted and both sang in the Church Choir, then that would probably give them a kind of Bohemian Respectability. Jimmy was the only Working Class guy there – I didn't count, because I didn't work and I had no Class.
     They all looked at me while they were making their plans, and talked about me, but never asked what I wanted to do, or how I felt about their plans – very nervous would be putting it extremely mildly. I felt that was way out of my league. I could cope with Martin and of course Jimmy, well, I had already. But I wasn't too sure or comfortable about the other two. Not because they were strangers, I'd had strangers when we went Dogging. It was because there was obviously going to be a lot of use made of my body and I wasn't strong or tough or hard or able to stop them if it got out of hand.
     But just as these thoughts were all banging about in my head, Jimmy asked me to sit beside him and he spoke to me, directly to me, but loud enough for the tohers to hear: “You're probably a bit nervous, Teri, this is all new to you isn't it?”
     “Oh, Jimmy, I feel safe with you and Martin, of course I do. But I don't know these other gentlemen and the thought of all four of you being with me, if you know what I mean, is really a bit scary. I'm only thirteen and just a wee girl.”
     “Ah, but Teri, there is your strength. You are the perfect girl and we are all very, very lucky to have you here with us, so we will take good care of you. Yes, we want to enjoy our time with you, but we don't want you to be worried or afraid, so we will make sure that no matter what we want to do with you – with you, mind, not just to you – will be safe for you. Do you understand what I'm saying?”
     “I think so, Jimmy, I know I can trust you, so I feel better now that you have reassured me – the same way as when Martin took me Dogging. I knew that he was there and keeping an eye out for me.”
     “And do you know that some friends of yours are coming tomorrow?”
     I didn't and I said so. “Well then, teri,” said Jimmy, your good friend Ronnie is driving down in the morning with Graham and George. How do you feel about that?”
     Oh, Jimmy, that's great! I have missed them and I know that they love me too and if they're here I know everything will be ok.”
     “That's a good girl, Teri. And at some point we're going to take you to Chris and Genghis's House. They have some – what is it they call it? Ah, yes, apparatus, which will give us a bit nore variety. I think you'll enjoy that. And now, here, have a drink to relax you and we can start. Have you never been in a Bukkake Circle?” I shook my head. “Well, it's nothing to get worried about. Just you kneel on the sheet and we'll get started. Take your clothes off and we'll do the same.
     And I did, and so did they. And they stood around me, but it wasn't for me to suck them off, which

I thought at first was what they wanted. Instead they began to wank and it wasn't long before they were squirting their Cum on me! I don't know how they managed it – the pills must be top notch, I thought, for there was no stopping them and my face was dripping with all the spunk they produced.
And it was actually good fun, because they encouraged me to lick what I could off my arms and out of my hands, and though I couldn't tell which was whose, I did identify the four different tastes. I don't know how long it lasted, but in the end they must have got tired standing and wanking, because Jimmy said I could take a shower and he would join me. This was better, and once I was all soapy an slippery, he fucked me from behind, while his hands massaged my Diddies, and by the sounds he was making he must have enjoyed himself. We dried ourselves with the soft, fluffy towels, and put on dressing gowns, before we went back to the living room where I found Martin on his hands and knees in the middle of the sheet, with Chris's Cock in his mouth, while Genghis fucked him up the bum. And they were really going at it hammer and tongs. Now that was more of a shock than anything that had happened to me! Especially when I saw the look on his face – he was absolutely loving it!