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.