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!

Jimmy makes me feel Extra-Special 
We spent the rest of New Years Day eating, drinking and having sex – of course, being the only girl with two highly sexed Men, meant that I had the most fun, and because I didn't need to wait for a Cock to recover, also meant that too. So, rather than have threesomes, most of the day was spent with Jimmy and Martin taking turn about. And they tried to vary things. And I was happy to accommodate whatever they wanted. And between times – because there were times when they both had to rest and recharge their batteries, as Jimmy put it – Jimmy kept us entertained with stories about his life as a DJ and about some of the famous people he knew.

     He said that he had never gone Dogging, simply because he was so well known, and there was always the possibility of someone taking and selling photographs to the papers. “there are always jealous reporters who would like to dig up dirt about me and spread runours, and I don't intend to give them any extra ammunition.” But he was delighted to hear about our adventures between Christmas and New Year. “You two are a right pair of Funsters!” and he asked me a lot about what the Men had done wioth me, and also about my times with his other friends, George and Dr Montgomery, and about me and Ronnie. “He's a right little Goat! Were you surprised with the size of his Cock? For a wee laddie, he's well hung!” And I confirmed that Ronnie had been quite indefatigable – I think that was a good word for him, because he seemed to be able to keep going all night. “Yeah,” agreed Jimmy, “he's got a steady supply of blue pills, he can keep his end up for hours! I've never needed them, but if we're going to be able to match you, Teri, maybe we should get some for Martin and me.”

      Martin laughed, “are they not meant for old crocks who can't get it up?” and Jimmy thought that was funny, to describe Ronnie as an 'Old Crock' but said that if they wanted to save me having to wait around until they could both rise to the occasion, it would be worth a try. So Martin said he'd maybe pop into the River Valley Village and give Monty a ring. “Or I might look in on my Doctor friend – Chris Lees.” He explained about the gay couple, Chris and his Dentist lover Genghis McCann, and how it was rumoured that they seemed to fuck like rabbits and never needed rest breaks!
     “Invite them up, Marty, why don'tcha? It would be interesting to mingle straight and gay for an evening – give us some more permutations to develop, especially if he's got some stiffereners in his little black bag!” So Martin drove down to the village, while Jimmy and I had a talk about me going on Jim'll Fix It! with my cousin Jo. Jimmy was very keen to know all about Jo, how old she was and what she looked like. He said that he wanted to bring a bit of fun into the lives of people who had suffered, whether through illness or disability, and that was whar drove him and kept him going on his Long Walks. “If I can connect with someone and put the same look on their face as I see on yours, Teri, when we are connected and cum together, I'm a happy Man.”

     And I felt some sort of inner light, as if I was in the presence of a Saint. And he slid his hand up between my thighs and said, “I'm ready, if you are, Teri, love,” and of course I was, so he fucked me on the rug in front of the fire. I really felt special and kinda honoured, you know, that Jimmy Savile was doing with me, what lots of women up and down the country, would probably wish he was doing with them. And I was only 13 – that made me feel extra-special!

New Year's Day
After the concentrated fucking I had received from Martin and Jimmy Savile, I slept till after 10am and was surprised, on waking, to find myself alone in the bed, which by now stank strongly of sex. I decided to strip it and wash the lot, after I had showered. So when I went downstairs with my arms full of bedlinen, I found Jimmy lounging in his underwear, while Martin was reading a book. The
television was on and Jimmy was watching it, keeping up a commentary on whatever was said. He was as spontaneously funny in 'real life' as on TV and I found myself laughing at his jokes and quips. He threw his arms out and demanded a New Year's Day cuddle. I joined him and wrapped in his arms felt myself to be privileged to be on such intimate terms with one of my Heroes. He had fucked me during the night, but instead of feeling shocked and angry, for he had taken me unawares and with the complicity of Martin, my Lover, in a combined fuck such as I had never imagined. You must keep in mind that I was only 13 and that my experience was restricted to what had actually happened to me with a handful of Men, I'd never seen any pornography and my education was suffering from my long absences from School. To tell the truth – I didn't want to go back to School. I just wanted to stay with Martin, either here in the Cottage, or at his house in Edinburgh. My family had clearly lost interest in me and I in them. Although I would never put those feelings into words, I felt that I was coming to hating them for their disregard of me. They didn't love me, while Martin did and if his Love required me to do things with other men, like when we went Dogging, or with Jimmy, then I was happy to do what he wanted. And I was more than happy that Jimmy had been so intimate with me. This was something I hadn't been prepared for. I suppose, with hindsight, I should maybe have picked up on things that George Gill, Dr Montgomery and Ronnie had said. Probably even Martin. But I was probably naive and innocent. If that sounds a bit crazy for someone who has spent the previous couple of months getting fucked every night and over the previous week most days, by a variety of different people in new and exciting ways.
     Oh yes, exciting! Although I didn't experience anything like the orgasms most of the Men were able to produce for themselves, by using my body in a variety of ways, the very fact that it was MY body thrilled me. It felt like they really wanted to have me, to be with me, to use me, and this made me feel like I was the centre of their attentions, their interests, their world – I felt like I (or, at any rate, my body) was the Centre of the Universe. Like I was a Brilliant Bright Star and these Men were Heavenly Bdies orbiting me, held in their courses by my gravitational force – my Magnetism. I felt that I must have considerable power to be able to hold the attention of these men, and especially Jimmy, who was probably the best known and respected man in the country. If the Monarchy is abolished and a vote held to elect the President of Great Britain, it will be Jimmy Savile! Everybody loved and respected him, and I was sure that most women would want to be in my shoes – well, right at that moment, slippers, jeans, tee shirt and Jimmy's arms as we cuddled on the sofa and watched the TV. I can't remember what we watched, but the best bit was Jimmy's quips and jokes. My sides hurt with laughing and at one point I got the hiccups. Jimmy hurried through to get me a glass of water. “You have to drink it upside down,” he said and when I showed that I couldn't do it, he turned me upside down and held me up by my ankles and I sipped from the glass. My hiccups had stopped and Jimmy lowered me to the ground.
     That was when he asked me – he never ordered me to do anything, he was always polite, considerate and caring and only ever asked me to do things – to come over and kneel between his legs. I got quite excited about what I guessed would happen and I was right. He asked me to see if I could find what was in his pants. I found the opening and pulled out a large and erect Cock! It was very impressive and without having to be asked I began to lick it. Using my lips and my tongue, I went all over it – from the Bright Shiny Head, down the thick, warm shaft, to the curly hairs at the base. I even sucked his balls, taking them one at a time into my mouth and licking them with my tongue. He seemed to like this and stroked my hair, while I kept his Cock going with my hands. Then I sat up so that I was over his lap and I took the Head of his Cock full in my mouth, I could taste the pre-cum, that little bead of liquid that appears at the tip of the opening the cum – and pee – comes out. I lowered my head, taking more and more of his Cock in my mouth. And I began to suck and lick and move my head up and down, drawing his Cock deep inside and then almost letting it all out. He was holding my hair, on either side of my head, with his hands and after a little while he began controlling the movements of my head, and I adjusted what I was doing with my mouth to fit in with the way he was moving my head. The most surprising thing was that while all of this was going on in Jimmy's lap, he never stopped talking and joking and keeping up his commentary on whatever was happening on the TV behind me. But at last I could tell he was about to Cum and sure enough, he kinda went rigid and as I sucked really hard, a flood of his semen filled my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could. Then, he put his hands on my shoulders and lifted me up, to sit on his knee and he kissed me, deeply, the same way Martin did, and sucked and licked what was left if his own spunk, ending up by licking my lips nd then his own.
     “Luvly Jubbly, Teri,” he said, you are a very talented girl, and beautiful too.” I felt warm and glowing with his praise, and I'm sure I blushed to my roots. Praise from Jimmy was like Manna from Heaven and I cuddled him back. “Now you sit here, and I'm going to see what I can do for you,” he said, kneeling down on the floor between my legs. He quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them, and my knickers, down to my ankles. “You've got a lovely Pussy here,” he said, “and I'll see if I can't give you what you gave me,”
     He bent down and I could feel him kissing the lips of my See You Next Tuesday, and then his tongue started to lick the lips and slowly insert itself between them. I lay back and closed my eyes and it was a really lovely feeling as he nuzzled and kissed and licked and slid his tongue inside me. And his hands were on my belly, then cupping my bum cheeks, and spreading my knees wide and his tongue pushed deeper and probed and I could feel his teeth on my clitoris. It was Martin who had told me about it, saying it was as sensitive as a Man's Cock, maybe more so, and Jimmy was sucking it like I'd sucked him. My head was spinning and I closed my eyes to help me concentrate as he did the most marvellous things to me. Suddenly I felt like I was floating up to the ceiling and in a rush I realized that I'd cum and I could hear Jimmy sucking and swallowing and I put my hands on top of his head. That was the most beautiful moment of my whole life and I told him so. And he stood up, swung my legs up so I could lie back along the sofa and he climbed on top of me, and I loved the weight of his body on mine.
     He slid his cock inside me and took hold of my wrists and began to fuck me slow and sure. He was so sure of himself, and so expert at what he was doing. It was like he was making music out of my body. He varied the tempo, the rhythm, so that every time I thought he was going to Cum, he switched and started doing another tune. At last he said, “Here she comes, Teri, I'm giving you all I've got,” and rammed his cock deep up inside me so that it felt it was going right into my belly and when he came it felt like a power hose, squirting his semen far and wide. Oh, I almost passed out from sheer pleasure, and I tried to wrap my legs around him, but my jeans were still fankled round my ankles, so I put my arms round his body and held hin tight. “It's OK, Teri,” he laughed. “I'm not going away yet, it so happens that I'm staying for the weekend, till Monday or Tuesday, so there'll be plenty more of that!” and I felt so happy I almost died of sexcitement (one of Jimmy's words).

What a Way to spend Hogmanay
Well, I got fucked six times that afternoon, and took a couple of mouthfuls of spunk down my throat, and got squirted on my face twice and once on my belly button, I don't know why – it's quite an ordinary belly button, I don't think it's anything special and I've not got a fat tummy or anything, but there you are: Nowt so Queer as Folk! Jimmy says that quite a lot, though I didn't know that then, cos I hadn't met him yet, and though I'd meet him that night, I wasn't going to set eyes on him till the morning of New Year's Day!
     Anyway, he still wasn’t there when we got back to the cottage and I stunk of spunk and wanted to go for a shower, but Martin had other ideas. He got me to lie on my back on the bed and hang my head backwards over the side. He supported it in the right position and then proceeded to fuck my
 

throat. Now this was one of his favourites and he'd taught me to do it just the way he liked it, which was basically, I did nothing except let my tongue stretch out towards my bottom front teeth, which were now on top and help his cock slide past them and straight down my throat. The first few times we tried it, I got the gag reflex and he had to withdraw in case I vomited. But with a bit of practice, I got the hang of it, and him supporting my head in just the right position really helped. You would think I wouldn't be able to breathe, but the air coming through my nose managed to get down to my lungs ok and I'm still here to tell the tale. I think he'd got the idea from Deep Throat with Linda Lovelace, which I hadn't seen but he was able to instruct me ok.
     After that, and with quite a lot of cum mixed up in my See You Next Tuesday – well, not actually there but right up wherever it goes – he got me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide and holding my ankles he shagged me as hard as he could and of course, my mussels had been well stretched all afternoon, so I wasn't giving him any resistance, but he seemed to like me being awash and well used. Anyway, after he had cum for the second time in me, he got down between my legs again and probed with his nose and tongue and then sucked out absolutely loads and swallowed the lot. He was a funny Man, My Martin.
     Then he did let me have a shower and we actually had it together and he soaped and washed me all over and slid his soapy fingers up my See You Next Tuesday and my Bum and wiggled them about till I squealed and crossed my knees and me laughed and by then his cock was up like a Flag Pole and being all soapy and me too it slid right easily up my bum and he held me backwards against him and squeezed my little diddies and fucked my slow and sweetly and then squirted a big load right up me.
     After we were dried and wrapped up in pyjamas and dressing gowns we snuggled in the sofa and watched the Hogmanay programmes and he kissed me deep at midnight and wished me a Happy New Year and I tried to swallow his tongue, but he managed to pull it out despite my tight jaw clamp! We went to bed, too tired and shagged out to do anything but snuggle up, with me behind him, holding his cock and balls, and fell asleep.
     I was in a deep dream and must have been rolling about, because I felt Martin pull down my pyjama bottoms and slide his finger with some KY Jelly, around and up my Bum. I tried to tell him that was silly because I was already all dlippery with his cum, but my face was muffled by my fluffy dressing gown. And when his cock slid stiff as a poker up me, I started to wriggle, because he felt really urgent and I knew I was going to get a proper fucking, even though I knew it was all a dream, one of those dreams that seems to be real.



   

And next thing I'd been rolled onto my front, and my knees were under me so my bottom was raised and I was getting this huge fucking and it seemed as if Martin was sliding underneath me as well, and then another cock was sliding into my See You Next Tuesday and I was being simultaneously fucked front and back by one Man, it was absolutely Awesome – I don’t mean that it was the best fuck ever, but it was the most impossible, and I even felt the Martin on top of me holding my diddies and the Martin beneath me holding my bum cheeks and I was thinking I must ask him in the morning how he did that, when I felt the one above me sucking my ear and sticking his tongue in it and then, when everything stopped, and we froze like statues, except for three hearts beating and three pairs of lungs
breathing, the two Martins came at exactly the same time, because of course it was a dream and there was only One Martin, and the top one whispered in my ear: “As it happens, I'm Jimmy, he's Martin and you must be Teri, and it's been a pleasure to Fuck you, sweetheart!"

Waiting For Jimmy!
Jimmy was due to come on the Friday afternoon, but Martin received a Telegram saying that he was running late, for us not to change our plans and wait in for him, just leave a key in the usual place and he'd make himself at home if we were out. The first thing Martin did was put the spare key in a flowerpot beside the front door. “That means we don't have to think about it,” he said. He told me that Jimmy had visited the cottage lots of times, and knew his way about it. Martin had also spent weekends and holidays up at Jimmy's cottage in Glencoe. I said I'd love to go up there some time if we could, I'd never been to the Highlands.
     We spent the morning just tidying up and getting ready for Jimmy, then in the afternoon we went to a Dogging place Martin had never visited, It was just across the Border, in England, though I didn't suppose that would make any difference. Martin said it was the only place nearby that was used in daylight, because there was a good sightline so that you could see a car coming when it was still miles away, because the road wound round a few hills before it arrived. There was a regular picnic site and most of the activity was in the woods behind the picnic site, and in front of it was a grassy slope down to a little river. Martin said it was the Tyne, but I knew he was joking. I think.
     There were five cars when we arrived, and Martin parked beside them and we got out and followed a little path that wound between the trees. Martin must have made some kind of signal, for in the first clearing we came to, two guys were sitting on a blanket and invited me to join them. Martin asked if there were any other girls and the men said there were three and a couple of other men further up the path. Off Martin went and I sat down with the two, who were both Geordies. I couldn't understand their actions, but I did understand what their hand gestures meant, so I got on my hands and knees and they  knest, one at each end of me. This was a familiar enough position for me and once I had the tubby guy's thick cock in my mouth and began to work on it, the other, who had been smearing KY jelly naround and into my See You Next Tuesday – I was glad that was where he was going, I personally prefer it to the bum that so many guys seem to want; I think that's because it's the same as if they were fucking a boy, but I've never said that before and no-one's ever asked me, anyway. What do I know? Thank God I've not got a cock – I wouldn't want to be a Man for all the tea in China!
     Anyway, these two seemed to jave fucked together for a long time and knew exatly what they were doing. The obviously didn't want to rush it, and were planning on taking their time, which was fine by me. If I'm going to be fucked, I thought to myself, nice and easy does it every time – take it slowly, no mad rush. They were in no hurry to cum and so we settled into a steady rhythm, with pauses to let their urgency pass, when I could taste some pre-cum in my gub. So I was licking and sucking slowly too, and thinking about Jimmy's visit later today, or maybe tonight. There had been something in his letter about being in Glencoe at the start of the week, so I didn't know if that meant he was going to stay over the whole weekend. I did hope so. He was someone I'd looked up to for so long, he was a proper, living Hero to so many people, a real Man of The People, who had given a lot of people fun through his day job as a DJ and then, on top of that, he had dedicated his life to helping the less fortunate: whether they were sick or disabled, kids from disadvantaged backgrounds and broken homes, or soldiers who had suffered terrible wounds in wars. And he was a perfect gentleman. I wondered what he would think of me and Martin?