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Mr. Meccano Man

By: bravepuss



I've a hell of a story to tell. It's fucking unbelievable. I can hardly believe it now, after what's happened to me, but I can assure you this shit did happen. It's pretty freaky, pretty funny I guess, although for a long time (far too long, friendos) I didn't see nothing funny about it at all. Oh, and it also gets pretty hot which is why I'm passing it onto you dudes and maybe if you like it some of you can send me in some advice about what to do next. I could sure do with it. I don't want any 'what you should have done' jive either. I can do without that. I know what I should have done.

What I should have done was kick the fucker out the first time I clapped eyes on him, that's what I should have done. Given him a kicking and kicked him out. But you don't do that to old men do ya? Especially not to tiny old men, like a dwarf. You wouldn't do that to someone like that would ya? Although I should have sussed something wasn't right the day he walked into my shed, but then I was suffering a mighty head from the night before and I was fed up wrestling with a really fucking ancient brake master cylinder on one of my customer's ancient fucking pick-ups. Why do these fucking things exist and why do they always end up in my workshop the day after the night before? I was not happy. My fingers were just not doing the business. I dunno how long I had been fucking around with the socket bar and cursing louder and louder when this cracked, wheezy voice burst out from nowhere all of a sudden.

'How 'bout ye?'

What.The. Fuck? - was my first thought, and then my second thought was, who the fuck talks like that?

I rolled out from under the prehistoric number I was working on and sat up. I found myself face to face with the owner of the voice -- that's how short the fucker was. Couldn't have been more'n two or three feet high. An old boy, the size of a toddler. The strangest fuckin apparition you have ever seen. Fucking weird. I should have known there and then that this weren't right but the late night beer fug was heavy in my head and I wasn't up to thinking things through, I was up to taking the easy route on things. It was as much as I could do not to laugh in the old badger's face. Come to think of it, he did look a bit like a badger! He had one fuck of a wide, sloping nose with a pair of sharp grey eyes that just bored down his nose at you and made it hard for you to disagree with him. Maybe that's why I didn't laugh at him straight off, but mind you it was a close run thing there for a bit cos he just looked funny. I mean he was short, okay, with a gnarly, old face and all but he also had the most out of place clothes on as well. You know I'm no fucking historian or anything but what he had on looked like the sort of thing old boys wore a hundred years ago, shit, maybe two hundred years ago. It was a suit right out of history and to top it all he had on a pair of boots to match. They were of the sort that nobody wears anymore cos they just ain't made anymore. They were tough looking, hardy and they went well up over the ankle - which I could tell cos of the cut of his ancient looking fucking trousers -- and they were the sort of colour you just couldn't name easily. I mean they weren't brown, but they weren't black either.

'How 'bout ye?' he barked at me again. I noticed that some of his teeth glinted and some were well black.

'Woah......woah.........not so fucking loud motherfucker!' I replied as loud as my throb of a head would allow.

'Motherfucking, huh? Is it the motherfucking you're knowledgeable about is it?' he sniffed in a knowing sort of way and then he winked. I can assure you now that it was not a trusting wink, it was not reassuring in any way.

'Yessir! There's many a man would like to do a bit of the motherfucking,' he continued fixing his eyes on me, 'oh ....they never come around to admitting it but I can tell you.....er, what's your name son?'

'Uhhhh................Craig' I said without thinking about not giving him my name. See what I mean about not being able to say no to him and those eyes of his.

'Craig, huh? Well I bet you're like any other red blooded, well blooded man and there's been many a time that you'd like to give your mama a good beefing up between her legs with your stiff un......lie her down and get her all juicy and then sli...'

'What the fuck! Listen you old cunt if you don't shut the fuck up I'll wallop you outta her with the biggest fucking spanner I have.'

I gotta tell ya that I should have fucking lamped him there and then. What is it with these old fuckers? I was thinking to myself. Just the other week I'd had another old buzzard in here talking dirty. My workshop is well out of town but each summer, when visitors come into town then one or two would get out as far as my place and maybe idle the time of day before shuffling back on into the train station or bus station or wherever the fuck they came from. This one old boy had turned up each summer so I thought he was okay, harmless enough but the last time he was in he started bumming on about catching his neighbour's daughter on in her garden getting her Alsation to fuck her on a hot day. Now, that is just weird shit ain't it? Dirty weird, unwanted shit that a body just doesn't need to hear. As far as I could tell the old fuck was living out some fantasy of his and I was fucked if I wanted to hear what got the old goat off. So I fucked him out good and quick and I won't be seeing him again and if I do I shall fuck him out again. Anyway, here was another old bastard who was rapidly placing himself on the very same railroad.

'Ssshh, sssshhh, sssshhh' he wheezed. I eventually realized he was laughing. So then I did hit him. With the socket bar I still had in my hand. Well I told you I was only thinking of easy options, my head was in that mood. So I clubbed a three foot high old man cos he laughed at me. I know, I know..........I told you at the start that I didn't give him a kicking and kicked him out. Well, I didn't. I just clubbed him, that's all.

It was a few seconds before I realized what I'd done. I looked at the bar in my hand for a few moments and then snorted and cleared my throat and wiped my nose greasily on my overalls. Fuck off, I told you I was suffering. Anyway, I ended up staring at the soles of his boots since they were the closest things to me. The nails that ran around the outside of them looked copper, or bronze which was different. In fact, some of them were well shiny the closer I looked, like they were gold or something...........uh, hold on a minute here, I thought, let's get my shit together here this here old boy is something out of the ordinary but he ain't that out of the ordinary. He is not a fucking leprechaun, Craig you moron of a mechanic, not a fucking leprechaun. You geddit, brother, not, not, not. They do not exist.

Then I noticed that his faded duds were green. You wouldn't have noticed it at first but, now, with him lying there in a patch of sun coming through the skylight, I could see there was a colour to the suit he had on, like it was faded moss. 

I took in a deep breath, held it and then puffed my cheeks out. I steadied my head a bit. There was no way he was a leprechaun. Where was his funny hat, they were supposed to wear, huh? Where was his little club stick thing he was supposed to have? Where was his fucking pipe, then? It was all a crock of shit. He was an old man, a dwarf and I had just laid him out, that's all -- and that was bad enough -- but there was one sure thing. He was not a fuckin leprechaun. Then he groaned - thank fuck I hadn't killed him - and he gave off to me.

'Strike one of the little folk would ye?'

Fuck, I damned near freaked. He's just using that term loosely, I thought, he is not a leprechaun.

'I am a leprechaun' he says and struggles up to his elbows.

This presented me with two problems. One, it sounded as if he could read my thoughts and two, it sounded like he was a fucking leprechaun even though they don't exist. All I knew was that my morning had taken a turn for the worse and that I had better watch myself here cos to play safe I'd better look on the dark side. It's a trick I've learned. It helps with work. I assume the worst case scenario. I always look on the dark side and then work according to that. It means that I always come out winning cos I never get to the lowest levels of the worst case scenario. What happens on the few occasions that I have encountered the rock bottom situation is that, because I am prepared, then I usually break out even.

So I was shifting my ground very, very quickly. I was prepared to accept that this old boy was a leprechaun just so I was not going to be caught out. I was ready for the old cunt. Mind you, if he could read my mind he knew that by now. I stared at his wrinkly face as he sat up to face me. Then I waited. Damn if I was gonna speak first and let him trip me up. Unfortunately, he was thinking the same so he just sat there staring right back at me with those pointy grey eyes of his. This went on for quite some time. We could hear each other's breathing rhythms and I can tell you that mine were a lot more laboured than his. Must be cos I smoke..........ah, there's an idea! That'll pass the time. I fumbled in my top overalls pocket for my ciggys, taking my eye off him for a second. When I looked back, with my fag in my mouth, he was already setting a light to a pipe (fuck, no, nooo) that he now had stuck in his gob. One minu....wait...one second ago it wasn't there and now there it was!

If I ever needed confirmation that he was what he claimed to be then the pipe was a pretty good sealer of the debate. It was, much like the rest of his appearance, the most outlandish article for the purposes of smoking you have ever seen. I mean, I know those bongs you get for smoking dope with all the pipes coming out and the decorations and all, I know they look pretty wild. But his pipe had the beating of that or anything. It looked like a fucking tree root, bent in an S shape and it had three bands of thin silver wrapped tight around it with some fine engraving work on them. A thick cloud of smoke was pumping out of the bell end of a funnel. It was a fucking wild pong.

'Fucking smells like horseshit you're smoking' I said, breaking our silence battle.

'And ye would know what that smells like wouldn't ye, ye big shite ye' he replies, clearly back in shape. I have knocked men out for less and my hand reached out for the socket bar.

'Ah, you don't want to be hitting me again, it was bad enough for you the first time.'

'You deserved that, talking dirty about my mother. Jesuuz, man what do you expect for that sort of talk? A shake of the hand? Here......what do you mean, it was bad enough for me the first time?'

He didn't answer straight away. He took a long slow puff on that twig thing he was using for a pipe and his shifty eyes went shiftying around my workshop before they settled back on me.

'Well, y'see now, any person that lays a hand, or weapon, upon one of the little people will end up being justly punished by the aforementioned little people, or little person, should he or she survive such an attack........which I clearly have.......so I shall be seeking my revenge upon you' and the little bastard grinned at me. Horrible grin it was, not good -- it made ya want to be sick.

'And 'ow do you mean to get me back even though you asked for a whacking in the first place' I demanded.

'Secondly, I did not ask to be whacked and....'

'You were well out of order saying what you said' I interrupted.

'You have a short temper' he countered.

'I have a hangover'

'No excuse, and firstly I will not be telling you how I plan to get you back but here's a clue........I'll find out your weakness and exploit it.'

'You are a nasty wee cunt of an old man'

'My name is McHaragarty'

'I don't care! Whoever or whatever you are! I don't give a fuck about what you plan so just get out of my shop and leave me alone!!' I shouted.

And do you know what? He did get out of my sight. Just like that. He disappeared before my eyes. There one minute...wait.....one second, and gone the next. I dropped the socket bar again -- oh yes I had picked it up again ready to smack him, he was pissing me off so much. I puffed out the last of my cigarette and made a managerial decision. Fuck work, go to the Bar. I needed that hairy dog to calm my body and now my mind. Just forget about today it never happened.

So I left, locked up and went and got pissed again. It was the least I could do for myself and it erased the day. Unfortunately it was never going to be that easy.

It was a gradual thing. It was hard to pin down at first. Y'know the kinda thing where you think afterwards 'was I imagining that?' and you tell yourself that you were cos if you weren't then the truth was uncomfortable. Sorry, that's not a good explanation. Here's the long and short of it. During the course of the next week or so, any woman that came into the workshop got all flirty with me. Well, duh Craig, how come you didn't spot that and, also, what's bad about that? Firstly, my little critical cubs, there ain't too many women customers come all the way into a garage workshop. You get me? It is a male thing -- the scuzzy car mechanics workshop. Oil, grease and a smutty calendar somewhere just out of view but you know its there. Women tend to stay outside and do business, sit in their cars, tell you the problem with car, pay quickly at the office window or pay sitting in the damn car. So I didn't get too many in with me, see? Mostly, middle aged plump ones and a retired old goose or two. So, you see the answer to yer second question? I don't get a whole lot of hot female customers and even if I did, I got a hot one I can see from time to time if I'm short of that sort to thing -- Dee, down at the bar, who gives just about the best blowjob on this Earth. And a man can't ask for more than that.

So whenever one of these customers had left the workshop I would be standing there wondering what the fuck was she just doing there with her arm all pressed up against me? Or was it me, or did she just come on to me? It was hard to tell. Until I got proof one day. Boy did I get proof that something was definitely going down.

Often I can expect a rush of customers dropping vehicles with me first thing and then rushing to get away to wherever they have to get to. This morning though, there was no-one until well after I had the big door open and the radio and kettle on. I heard the tyres on the hard core come to a halt -- the engine sounded fine, no rattle. Then a high voice, young.

'Craig? You in? I'm in a rush, school an' I got a fuckin flat!'

I knew the owner then. There was all the information I needed. The Christie's lived up the road, a mile or so. Big, rich house, nice enough people, the father a bit of a pain but never see him, the mother as hot as any woman you could hope to meet, and a couple of daughters in school, kinda nose in the air but not bad, could be much worse given the circumstances. You know what I mean, don't ya? The rich really cannot behave properly with other people, they ain't got the capability. The Christies, as I said, was sorta alright. This was the eldest daughter since she could drive being nineteen, though still in school, the last year. Yup, sure enough, I see it's her as she steps through the door.

'Hi Marie,' I says, 'got a flat, bring it on in and I'll put air in or change it here for you.

'Sure. Thanks' and she skips out into the sunlight. I spotted her sister then, sitting in the front passenger seat. She gave a wave. Shit, what was her name? Gotta think. Selena! That was it.

'Hi Selena!' I said as the car pulled alongside. She was only a year younger than her sister. Their old man must have been banging his wife every single day twenty years ago, probably still does, she still that hot.

'You girls can stay in there, I'll be quick here' I shouted at them as I ran the jack in underneath the front.

'Oh, sure Craig, you take as looong as you want, honey' one of them called out.

I suppose I should have copped on there and then. Cos that was a wild flirty voice if ever I heard one, and the Christie girls were never ever like that. Calling me honey? But I just wasn't thinking, it being first thing in the morning and no visit yet to my system from Mr. Caffeine.

There was more than a bit of giggling going on in that car. Schoolgirls. What can you expect. I thought they got better at not fucking giggling as they got older but these two, though eighteen and nineteen, weren't above that it seemed. Then the car bumped about a bit, more than once. Shit did they have a trampoline in there? 

'Girls, quit the trampoline in there, huh. I don't want the car slipping on the jack'

'Oh, we'll get out then, Craig. Couldn't have anything slippin on your jack now, could we?'

See what I mean? That was damn flirty! I heard both the car doors open and shut and heard their footsteps come around and stop by me.

'Hmm, that is a big jack! What you think Marie? I wouldn't like for that to get slippy?

'Slippy big jack. U gotta a bigger jack than that Craig?' asked Marie.

'No, no. This is the biggest one I ha......' and I'm afraid my voice tailed off just like that. I had made the mistake of looking up. Now prepare yourselves. But when I looked up to one side of me all I seen was the shapeliest pair of long legs known to man no more than a foot from my head. They just went on up from my vision to end up at a school skirt that I just knowed was not at regulation height. That Marie had hitched and folded it at the waistband or something and her naked thighs was all out on display. Plus! She had no tights on. Shit! I quickly looked away. Too enthusiastic like cos I turned my head right round to the other side of me -- you know what's coming doncha? -- yeah, the other sister was just the same.

Oh boys, Oh girls. I knew then that some shit was going down. What were these two respectable girls doing all of a sudden? They had been messing with their clothes in that car and now they standing next to me, just sorta waving their legs at me. And though I like to think I am one sexy hunk of a guy, hell I ain't that much of a pull. Get real. I had better get this tyre on and fixed or I am in deep trouble. Oh, fuck you, you dirty people. No, I am not gonna fool around with schoolgirls. Legal though they might be. It is just trouble with capital T. 

Soon as I could I got the spare round and was on my hunkers working the and off the punctured tyre didn't Marie only come and sit on the fucking bonnet right over where I'm working.

'This alright, Craig? That jack won't notice me sitting here will it?'

'Nope, I don't expect you weigh enough to trouble it' I joked looking up at her. I quickly looked away again. She had the strangest far away look on her face that I found left me nervy and she was smiling in a mischief making way and that really fucking made me nervy. It weren't right, not right at all. She din look right at all.. I worked the wrench on the nuts and tried to concentrate. Then the car shifted down a bit and Dee's voice came from above me.

'Alright if I sit up here and watch too Craig?' Selena asked me.

'Yep, yep. Fine. Just don't be jumping around' I really wanted to ignore them and get on with the job as quick as poss. But they weren't letting me off that easy. First one set of bare legs appeared either side of the wheel arch and then another. Bare and white against the red paintwork. Goddamn, but they were fine looking pins. As I kept working both pairs of legs flicked out and back against the car. Then they flicked the sandals off their feet. I coughed and shifted them away from my work area.

'Mind your feet there, girls, I'm working.'

'Ah, don't worry Craig, we know what we're doing' said one of them and they both giggled.


Mr. Meccano Man Ch. 02



The first chapter of this tale is in the Humour/Satire section. There is a third, final chapter, which may well go in another section but I haven't decided yet – keep your eyes open for it next month!

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 This story I'm about to tell.....um, well.... it was impossible to see it all coming. Well, almost impossible. I mean something was going to happen, right, but we just didn't ever expect it to go the way it did. It started off as a laugh but it got way out of hand.

Oh, you may sit there and say – 'Well Selena, that's the way things happen. You do things that are wild when you are young and if you are not careful, then they get out of hand and nothing but bad will come of it'.

'Poo to that' - is all I can say. You know what makes the young the way they are? It's taking chances. You remember being young - probably don't - but you remember some vivid experiences right? You don't get experiences so vivid as that when you get older cos you're too scared to jump off the boat and try something new. That's why the young are different, you see. We aren't scared to go off into the deep end.

This may go some way to explaining why on earth Marie and I ended up strolling down the road from our stately pile (not quite, but it is ginormous) the mile or so to Craig Cawsey's garage workshop, presenting him with an outlandish request of who did or did not, in the recent past, place an oily handprint on our butts and then, for good measure, us both bending over, lifting up our sarongs (it was high summer and they were 'in' that year) and asking him, our family mechanic thank you, to leave a handprint on our cheeks so we could contrast and compare with the photographic evidence we had. Shit, I know, that doesn't sound much of a way of explaining. The other thing you gotta bear in mind is Craig is, like, a bit of a hit with us girls. We're just nearing leaving school, Marie is nineteen and I'm eighteen, and pretty much all our friends agree that Craig is the bit of town rough it's okay to fancy. I mean it's not as if he has anyone anyway. We know he takes a hit on loose girls that come into town with the summer crowds but that's it. Oh, there's Dee who works the Bar, but she and Craig are in a permanent state of on/off. That seems to suit them both. By the way, this town is a bit too small. We all know each others business. Mostly. There are secrets for sure. I guess Marie and I thought we could be a bit, er, wanton - for better want of a word.....hey, c'mon we are educated girls, not thick shits, don't make mistakes here folks. We are smart and savvy. Probably big headed a bit too. I'm going off the tale here, aren't I? Yeah, Marie and I thought we could be wanton with Craig and it would be a secret. Like who was he gonna tell anyway? He has no family and his bit of stuff in the Bar.......well, what is he gonna say to her?

- 'Guess what Dee darling, I had these two teenagers come in my shop today and lifted their skirts up for me to place my hands on their butts.' - No, we didn't think so either.

 Marie is the other thing you have to understand. She always leads the way. I could say leads me on but that would be sister bitchy wouldn't it? Sibling rivalry writ large. No, I love her to bits. I have to be truthful, she leads and I follow. Willingly most of the time. Fuck I thought it would be funny. Well, I did after Marie had skinned a fat number and suggested the thing to me. Yeah, you heard me. Dope smoking young women (we're not really girls anymore), who woudla thunk it? Yes, sirree, Marie could have suggested we climb that tall oak behind our stables and launched ourselves off it to see if we could land on the backs of our horses in the yard after smoking a fat doobie and I might well have tried it.

And the other thing was, sorry about the list but y'know you gotta understand why we descended into tomfoolery-cum-madness such as flaunting our sexuality so flagrantly, the other thing was.......well dammit, how did those grubby hand prints get on our butts? Oh, I didn't make that up, you know. No, we both found those later on, back home after school. A grubby hand had been laid on each of our butts, right across our bum cleavage. So that meant we had no panties on when that happened. Well that much we knew anyway cos we had taken the car first thing, before school, into Craig cos of a flat. Then........well, then, things are a bit hazy. What we both know, and recall, is finding ourselves out the back of the garage, a bit dazed, our skirts up high (folded and tucked at our waistband like we had done it, the way we used to do in school when we were fourteen for crying out loud) and no panties or tights. Jesus, we had a fight to get out of the back of that place. It was totally overgrown weeds and bramble patch hell with no gate. Eventually we found a fox or badger path through the thorn hedge and we got round the front, car ready and all. When we got in our underwear was just sitting on the footwells, again like we had taken them off and put them there. Yeah, it does look like right fishy doesn't it. All fingers pointing at Craig. A dodgy molesting mechanic. Except he's not like that. Ma stands by him and Da. They don't trust many round- abouts here and they say so. And they say that Craig is one man round here you can trust. 

 Marie and I talked it over a few times and we still couldn't figure it the hell out. If we had some strange blackout down there then what did Craig do? Slip us Roofies? We didn't drink anything, hell we were in a rush for school. We had no ill effects or anything. So. We didn't know a fuck what went down. Marie's answer to it all, eventually, was to roll a big spliff and the pair of us get flirty on Craig and see how he responded. It might go some way to explaining what happened to us. So I'm afraid we went the whole hog. Put on tight tops, no bras. Our tits were popping the cotton on those, folks, I can tell you. Ditto the thongs we squeezed on under the practically transparent sarongs, and y'know if you gonna wear thongs then ya gotta get shaved. I had only done her this morning and my wee puss was as clean and smooth as peach flesh. God, we had only walked about 500 yards when I could feel what little swatch of material the thong consisted of just fold in on itself and then sit between my pussy lips as I walked. Would have been better off without the thongs on, but we had to have some modesty. Jesus, we're not totally loose y'know? Anyhow, it was a good job we live out of town and a good job it was mid week because we were swanky as get out I can tell you. I'm the quiet one, but god I do love feeling good and, yes, feeling sexy. Multiply that by two point five, at least, as far as Marie goes. 

 So we were buzzing by the time we got there, but we were nervous at the end up. There were no cars on the forecourt so Craig was on a slow day. 

'Shit, I dunno Marie' I said quietly.

'Don't start, girl, we are down here now and Look, it couldn't be more perfect. He has no trade today. Probably goofin off in there at some gearbox catalogue.'

 'Gearbox catalogue Marie? Are you sure there even is sucha thing?

 We both laughed at that one cos she was making things up as usual.

'Here. This. And then we go in' Marie commanded and she handed me the wee hip flask she sometimes carries with her when we go out. A quick snifter of old J.D. always stands you up. As the afterburn worked on my insides I handed the flask back to her.

 'What if it goes wrong?' I asked

 'Wrong? Fuck, Selena we've been over and over it. What will go wrong? He is not gonna phone the cops, he is not gonna phone the house cos he doesn't want to lose the account. He may buck us out. Could be embarrassing. What else? Well he could tie us up and do us but we already decided he is not Mr. Dickhead guy. And besides, sister, what the hell did happen here the day we came in with a flat? We at least have to ask him that!'

'Agreed.........and flash him our butts' I said half jokingly

'Ooohh, yes. Flash him the old naked buttock'

We both giggled at that. Shit we were stoned a bit too much, I realized but what the hell. We walked on up.

I have to say that Craig's reaction was what we expected. Surprise and shock when we showed him the photos on our phones. He looked embarrassed too. Aha! We both thought telepathic, so it was you. So we did our worst. We bent over and pulled our sarongs up and invited Craig to place his hands on our butts so we see if the handprints matched the photos. We were bad really. We didn't just stand and bend down. We also placed our feet apart. He must have got a real eyeful of our pussies in their pouches. God it felt wanton (I like that word, can you tell).

There was a long pause, like an eternity. I expect he was getting a good look.

'S'matter Craig, you fallen asleep?' Marie cajoled. There was a cough and then a long sigh from him.

'Marie......Selena........I.....uh.........I.......what the hell are you two on?' I heard Marie straighten up so I did the same. We turned to look at him. He looked well flustered. He actually looked a little hurt. Marie got a bit bolshy.

'Craig. We both trust you okay? Maybe we're being a bit cheeky........but. What the fuck happened here that Selena and I were out back with no underwear on and our skirts up to our belly buttons hunh? And when we get home a dirty, oily hand on our bottoms. Look at it our way Craig. Where would you make enquiries first?' 

Now he looked in pain, in some of degree torment actually. He looked around the shop as if help was going to come from somewhere, then he lifted his hand and rubbed his chin. It instantly left a grubby chin.

'Ooo.....kay' he sighed, 'follow me.'. We did. He went to the back of the shop, round the corner and stood by the back door. He punched the bar and kicked it open. The muddy path and forest of weeds were all there as I remembered them. He looked at us.

'C'mere' he said at the doorway. We went and stood beside him. 'Believe it or not girls, the morning you brought the car in to get fixed somethin came over the both you. I don't know what the hell did come over ya's. I never in my whole life expected to see it, but you two girls seem to go into some sort of hazy mind thing, maybe pushing each other on.........but you just sorta started flashing all your bits at me – s'true – took yer knickers off n all. So I brought you out here, opened the door and pushed you both out so's you could get some air and wise up.'

He stopped. We didn't say anything. There were some elements in there sounded like they could be true. Also, we were still stoned. So we started snorting with laughter. We had to hold onto the door frame. Craig wasn't sure whether to laugh or not. Eventually, I said to him.

'Okay, okay........maybe we did, maybe we didn't. That's very honourable of you Craig'

'Ain't it just' and then he laughed too. After a few seconds, Marie straightened up and said. 

'So we were just naked like from the waist down.......like this' and she pulled her sarong right off, 'and you put a hand on each of our butts and pushed us out?'

'That's right' Craig said and I saw him taking a good look in this time. I can't blame him. Marie sure looked sexy as hell standing there in that tight top and thong. She stood there and let Craig fill his eyes. Then she leant against the door frame and hitched one finger inside the strap of her thong.

'Naked, you say, from the waist down?' she challenged him. It was pretty brazen. Craig had a look on him that sort of said, I've been offered once and refused, now I'm being asked twice. I think he made up his mind about it there and then. Just to be sure, and because I couldn't have Marie steal all the thunder, I stepped around him and out into the back.

'Like this?' I asked and I too took my sarong off, but I also slipped my fingers into my thong and pushed it down my legs and off my feet. Craig's eyes were out on stalks. I didn't stop. 'Or was it like this?' I reached under my top and pulled it off over my head. My breasts are pretty and they are full so they fair bounced out. His face was a picture. I still don't why I did it. Marie looked a bit pissed that she hadn't thought of it. I knew she was gonna do something better so I went further first. I turned, threw my clothes, such as they were up in the air to land somewhere in that godforsaken jungle and just walked off down the path. For a few seconds there was silence. I could feel their eyes on my backside. Then there was an explosion of laughter from them both and I heard Marie exclaim.

'Selena!' in mock shock tones. I kept on walking. I didn't know where I was going. I could hear the pair of them coming along after a bit. Then running footsteps which I recognised as my sisters. In about ten seconds she came bustling past me. She hadn't got a stitch on either. I knew she wouldn't have. She would have to do the same as me, if not better. I raced along with her. The ferns scraped at us and then the brambles that hung over what was once a path. It went down and eventually we reached the bottom hedge. A big tree sat there like a sentry (we found out later it was a wychelm), older than bloody old, covered with thick, intertwined ivy that was itself years and years old. There was a huge tree limb the height of a bath lying amongst the long grass. We sat on the trunk and laughed at our madness.

'Is he coming do you think?' I asked

'Oh sure........I would if I was him!' Marie exclaimed, 'quick, let's do this!' She laughed and turned around and draped herself belly down over the trunk crossways so her head and arms were hidden in the grass on the far side but her legs were on clear view on the near side. I promptly did the same. The bark was knobbly on my belly but if felt comfortable. The grass was really thick around my head, I turned but couldn't even see Marie's head though she was only two feet or so away. When I looked down all I could see was masses of ground ivy. We waited. It felt pretty dirty doing this but it also felt free and easy, if that makes sense. The air and the sun was about our nakedness. I felt my tummy giving me mad butterflies. I heard Craig's footfalls coming down the path. Dear god, I thought, if this doesn't give a man a raging hard on I don't' know what would. When he gets down here all he's gonna see are two fresh naked pairs of legs arching up to two fine backsides just pointing up in the air at him. I knew Marie would try and better that, so I pushed myself back a bit on the log so my bum was really sticking up in the air. Then I opened my legs as wide apart as I could. I know. That's bad. I felt the breeze in and around my snatch. I was juicy down there already.

His footsteps stopped behind us. There was nothing doing so Marie (of course) spoke.

'What you gonna do now you caught us Craig? We have been baaad'

'Reckon so' his voice was soft and sort of thick with something. I'm not surprised, I would have been the same if I was him. There was some movement behind us. His clothes? No, wasn't that, something else. Nothing for a bit. Then I felt it. Imperceptible at first, at my ankle. A sort of tickle but not a tickle. Something soft, like a feather on my skin. Yes, a feather. I think that is what it must be. It went slowly up my calf, my thigh, across my buttocks and down the other leg. Next to me, Marie giggled a bit then shut up. I think she was getting the same. Well, this was a new one. Guy tickles girls with feathers. 

'Thwish' went a thin sound and a millisecond later I felt the pain, not large, on one of my calves.

' Hey!'- was my first thought.

'Hey!' called Marie. Then the feather started again on its journey so Marie shut up. This time the feather brushed my pussy on its journey. Then the thwish came again, this time higher up on my thighs. Then the feather again but not up the leg this time, only doing circles on my buttocks then down my crack to do circles on my pussy. I was tingling like mad down there. Thwish this time twice across my butt. God I felt wet coming out of me. It must be a thin switch Craig is using along with the feather. He kept working with both, sometimes going up my legs, sometimes just my buttocks. I loved it. I placed my hands firmly on the ground amongst the ivy and pushed my backside up and off the log. This gave free space between my crotch and the log. Instantly the feather worked in there. I splayed my legs out. There was a thwish and I felt it right on my inner thigh, a thwish on the other thigh and then a final thwish right on my pussy.

'Unnnhhh.......god' I couldn't help it, it just sort of groaned out of me. I felt my self gush a bit and then there was something else and I realized Craig had his tongue on my numb pussy lips. He flicked it side to side. It drove me mad. Then he found my clit and nibbled for only a second before he receded. There was one more thwish on my bum and then nothing. God, I was almost coming. Already. A few seconds later and I heard Marie's moans, muffled through the thick grass. Then she let loose a wild long groan. She always had to be loudest. Craig returned to me. He more or less repeated his routine but this time at the end he used his tongue and his fingers. That was it. I was running freely anyway but whether it was the air, the lewdness of it all, the skill of Craig's ministrations I felt myself going. I tried to squeeze my legs together – I always do when I come – but found my feet snagged in the ground. That and my hands as well, probably in the ivy. That made me come quicker for some reason – the fact my legs were unable to close, that I was restrained and so more open and vulnerable. It felt like my pussy was exposed to everything and everyone. I panted and groaned like I couldn't ever believe. Again Craig left. This time I stayed panting and both relaxing and tightening. If that's possible, I dunno. 

Strangely that wasn't all that was tightening. It felt like there were binds on my wrists. I pushed my head off the log to see but all I could see was ivy. Whatever. My head returned to rest on the log and I definitely felt something snaking around my head. I opened my mouth to say complain and something, some plant went into my mouth. I panicked and tried to get up but found that hey, my hands were held. It was the ivy! And it was around my head and in my mouth. It had moved! Instantly scared. Just then Craig returned to my rear.......aww gaaawwd, here I go again. 

He licked and stroked me again and I was up again. It felt so good and so dirty. I didn't mind the binds or even the gag, though I was, in the back of my head, worried that they were nothing to do with him, so if the weren't then what the fuck was going on? Speaking of fuck, he was using two or three fingers at once on me alternating between penetrating me and stroking my clit and lips. Then I felt his thumb between my ass. God. I haven't had that before. I didn't put him off. I let him do it , it was dirty and it was hot as hell. His thumb pressed steady and slow whilst his fingers worked on my clit. I wasn't sure what to do so I relaxed. It helped. His thumb popped in my ass. I cried out loud and then had to pant to keep the dizziness out of my head – damn that spliff! Again he withdrew. I was quivering and loving it, even if there was some mysterious ivy gag stuck in my mouth.

After a minute or two, there was a real series of grunts from Marie as she probably came too. Probably got a mouthful of ivy too I thought which gave me some comfort.

She went on a long series of moans. My stomach flipped knowing I was next. Marie was still moaning when I felt his fingers on my snatch once again. He rubbed my juice up and over my anus and then penetrated me again with his thumb. This time easily. I was beginning to learn how I could open my ass to let him in. I moaned low and dirty. It felt so good. Besides me, Marie was still groaning as loudly as ever. I reckoned Craig was now crouched between us giving us both the fingering of our young lives. I was gonna come again. Still couldn't move my hands and legs. Felt so open. I went with it. I lifted and bucked my hips against Craig's hand and the log underneath, my belly scraping the bark felt so good. Aww, shit here it comes. I lifted my hips back and up, my legs went as straight as post. I splayed myself, that is the only description. I opened my rear up. I felt Craig's fingers press my clit and his thumb full in my ass rubbing and pressing towards my vulva. I actually cried tears with the force of the waves coming through me. 




Mr. Meccano Man Ch. 02



Then the bell rang. What?

'Shit' said Craig quietly. The bell went again, and again. Coming from the direction of the workshop. It wasn't a phone. His hand withdrew and I slumped down on the log.

'Shit, sorry, girls. Customer back there. I'd better go, Hopefully not long. You.....ahh....you...can, ah....well, shit you pair do what you want anyway by the looks of it!' and he laughed softly and a little kindly. 'I'll try and come back here anyways, as soon as I can.......by the way. You two are so hot lookin' there today. I hope I been good to you'

I was about to reply but there was bloody ivy in my mouth. Then I didn't care anway because I was still floating/coming down off my orgasm high. I heard his footsteps go up the forest of a meadow he had back here. I waited and my breathing settled down. The sun felt good and warm on my body lying there. Safe. For some reason, even though I was still tangled to the ground ivy. Didn't care, really. Craig will be back soon. Never did match up his oily handprint. That made me laugh once. God I wouldn't have expected to have ended up like this an hour ago. Naked on a log, fingered and came twice....thrice.......still bloody stoned too......sun nice.....

 That was it. I dozed right off. I don't know how long for. Not long I don't think cos the sun was still warm on my butt. No change in the air temperature, so perhaps only ten minutes.....twenty, thirty. I listened. Thought I heard something but then not. 

'Marie' my voice croaked. Ah, so no bloody ivy in my mouth! I moved my hands. Yes! Free too, and feet. I shoved myself up on the log. Jesus, the world moved a bit there Selena! I stayed upright and gripped the log whilst the dizziness eased off. I stiffened, thought I heard someone coming but after 30 seconds nothing. I suppose I could go up and see how long Craig is gonna be. Yeah, right Selena, you walk in there butt naked whilst a customer is there – you threw your clothes off in the undergrowth up there, remember. I looked down at Marie. 

'Hey' I said softly and gave her a slight kick. No sign. De nada. I bent over and moved the grass away above her head. She was fast asleep, just letting out a slight snore.

Then I did hear something, damn I did. Like a small croak, but not a frog croak. Is there some goofball spying on us down here? I crouched down and looked all around the hedges, the large tree over head, the weed forest rising up to where the garage was just out of site. The croak came again. Human, or human-ish. From along the way, just beyond a massive patch of brambles I saw a tin roof. Croak again, longer and it definitely sounded like help. 

What to do? Only me here. Well Craig was up there. I could get him if I really needed to, I could find those clothes. Better see what this is first, if it's someone needing help. I went along almost on all fours. I still felt someone could maybe be goofin. When I came up to the brambles I nearly turned back cos no way I was going through that. Then I saw a very narrow path meandering up. I followed and before I got to the shed I heard a loud croak or two for help come from it. Someone hurt? I'd better check it out. Carefully, Selena, you are bucko nakedo girl.

The shed was tiny. The door was not locked, it was actually slightly ajar. I moved closer with stealth.

'Heeelp' came the croaky voice again. I went through the door on all fours. You would, wouldn't you in my position. In the gloom I waited for my eyes to adjust. There were old wooden stalls, probably ponies at one time. Earth floor hard, dry, clean. I crept in and was halfway along the stalls when I came to the source of the voice. I put my head around and there, side on to me was a chair. It's occupant was tied to it. He was just about the smallest man I ever saw. At first I thought he was a child but he spoke and I knew it to be a man, albeit with the strangest voice I ever heard.

'Are ye there? How 'bout ye? Are ye come to help a poor auld fella? Be quick now I think me heart is giving me gyp' he rasped. 

 Who speaks like that? I thought, it was near comical, if not a bit musical. I didn't like the bit about his heart. I forgot myself and I rushed up to him. I stood over him and looked down. He had a face like a badgers! Some sort of dwarfy old man. His eyes were half lidded. He was tied in half a dozen loops around his chest to the chair. The air was thick with fumes of something. Around him on the rough ground were some empty spirit bottles. An old soak then. But why the ties? I was about to back out. I had quite forgotten my own situation but I thought I should get Craig. But something made me stay. The air got a bit thicker and my skin felt warm and prickly. 

 'My heart feels strained.......my auld belly too.....help me out' the old boy pleaded. That's not good. I knew that heart attack victims feel a strain on their stomachs. I stepped forward and pulled at his binds. They were wire! And held fast.

'No......no.......,' he said, 'they won't go......it's me belly is sore and tight'

 What to do? I went down on my knees and pulled his shirt up. There was a belt with a queer buckle on it. I pulled it apart and fumbled for his button. It was then I felt it against my hand and I know, with hindsight, I should have stopped but it wasn't that easy. I was the fly in the spider's parlour, though I didn't know it. And anyway, the air became thicker, enervating. I tugged the trouser button to release any constriction on his belly and then the trousers just parted and flapped as, almost like a plant reaching for the light, his penis unfurled out and upwards. It was incredible. I couldn't move. It was mesmerising to watch as in a few seconds it grew from a folded thick stem to stand upright and firm right before my face. It was smooth and shapely, massive in girth and length. It bent slightly away from me but I could smell it. In fact, it enshrouded me with it's pungency which smelt clean and fresh, far at odds with it's origin. I should have known it was something magical but I was transfixed. I was also wet. I hardly felt it, but my pussy was tingling again. I didn't feel like running or crying out or anything. I only felt like doing one thing. I did it.

I lent forward. I pushed my chest out and I put the thing between my breasts. It was as thick as an aerosol can. I rubbed my tits up and down it,then my cheek against it. The aroma was overpowering. I turned my face full on to it, and licked. 

God, I nearly came there and then. I can't describe the taste. It was honey and booze and cream and......oooohhh. .....I dunno. I licked more, greedily. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and I still couldn't get my lips around it. Then it did something amazing. It changed shape! It went slightly thinner and longer at the same time. This monster cock plunged into my mouth and went up and up. It hit the back of my throat. I moved my head with it until it stopped and then I sucked. Shit it was divine. I went mad for it. I put my hands around it, rose up on my knees and sucked and fucked it with my mouth 

 I don't know how long this went on for. I didn't care. I wanted it forever. It made me yearn for it in my mouth, against my tits......against my pussy. I broke off my mouth, stood up and turned around and lowered my hips towards it. Oh, Christ ......as my pussy lips touched it I just came. That was enough. I shuddered and went further down. It was thicker again now. I couldn't get that to enter me. I felt so dirty. I rubbed my ass against it. It was like a post. I split my buttocks. I rubbed some more then I turned around and went down on my knees before it again. 

'Ssh,sssh,sssshh' went the old boy, which I thought was him trying to be quiet but which I later learnt was his form of laughing..

I licked all around its rim and again its girth lessened while its length increased. I took the cock of heaven in my mouth again. I thought I heard someone shouting outside but I was past caring. The taste in my mouth was intoxicating. I was able to squash my breasts against its length and it was still past my head. I put both hands around it and pulled up and down and I sucked and rang my tongue over and back on the slit.

 I felt the change in taste first for a few seconds and then there was an absolute crescendo in my mouth. If the taste was mindblowing before then this was just out there in the planets. I came as I guzzled his spunk, there must have been litres of it. I held one hand against his cock to make sure it wouldn't leave my mouth as he pumped and I drank and the other hand I lowered to myself and I fingered myself for all I was worth. I was so busy I didn't hear Marie coming in, probably wouldn't have anyway because of her bare feet.

'Oh my god, Selena! What the hell you doing? Who is that old.....what? Here......' she bent down and reached her hands under my arms to lift me away and that's when the air hit her as well. I looked up at her as I licked the spunk off the still throbbing cock. I even smiled. Marie's face underwent a change. I saw her eyes narrow and her jaw dropped open. She licked her lips. Her hands went up to her tits. I don't even think she was conscious she had done it. She stroked them and then pulled at her nipples. Even in the gloom I saw her tiny nipples pucker out. Then she dropped to her knees like a stone and bent her head right in and licked his pole with me.

'Mmmmmmm!' she groaned with surprise and then worked her mouth up and around the head where she met mine. Amazingly, the monster cock kept erect and kept oozing its sweet, hot spunk and we knelt there on the dirt floor sucking this wee old guys cock, cooing and groaning. That's how Craig found us.

 'Girls! No! No! Oh shit, noooooooo!' Craig was there all of a sudden. We mustn't have heard him at all. It didn't matter anyway. We paid him no heed, just carried on our labours of spunk sucking. He reached in, grabbed us by an arm each and hauled us off our knees and practically threw us behind him. We stumbled and I hit my back on the end of the stall. It woke me up a bit, but not for long. I rushed back at him. I wanted that cock. Marie was beside me, trying to get past Craig. He was having none of it.

'Sssh, sssh, sssh,' went the old man. His face contorted in humour. 'Well Craig, how bout ye, ye poisoning ol bugger?'

'Why are you conscious you old cunt? I fed you poitin this morning'

'Weeelll, Craig my chum, you should take that up with yer mate Crumpy. Crumpy the Dishonourable. That bottle of potch you administered to me this morning was half water. Oh yes, not the first one either. Not that I was going to let you in on the cheating poitin makers secret. I waited. I was well to do so. That bottle this morning was pish. So now! I'm awake! Months you've had me here, but now I'm back in action! You are fair going to pay now laddie! Your ruin will come down the tracks very, very soon'

Craig exploded. He forgot about us. He jumped forward, grabbed the old dwarf man with both hands around his throat and lifted him, and the chair he was tied in, clean off the dirt floor.

'I fuckin beat you once cos you madly antagonised me. I beat you twice cos you were then gonna fuckin ruin me and I'll fuckin beat your fuckin brains out on this floor now, whether you're human or fuckin leprechaun.'

'Too ...euch......euch.......late' gasped the old man as Craig lifted the chair up ready to smash it, head first, on the floor.

Craig stopped, the chair still above his head. He looked up. 'Whaddya mean too late McHaragarty?'

'I......uunn.......I notice you have .....unn....a cctv camera on top yer shed, pointed at yer forecourt. Well, me old chum. It's been pointing the opposite way now for an hour or more. I saw to that. Ever since I heard the footsteps running down. Girlie footsteps and yer own. Ye see, yer own weakness is yer own undoing Craig. Ye love fucking. Well now the camera never lies. That good ol footage of you and these two wee beauties is now out there in public.' He stopped and his eyes were open wide. His face triumphant.

'Lying old cunt' Craig said softly but he sounded worried.

'Am not', said the old boy even more softly and he added, with intent, 'Ye. Are. Fucked'

There was a 'Pouf!' sound and he disappeared! A few things happened at once. Craig did nothing for a few seconds and then his arm dropped the chair and he sank to his knees with a thud, skidding the empty bottles away. 

'Fuck........fuck........fuck' was all he uttered. I felt my head loosen, as if something had been holding it but had now let go. I felt a bit stupid, sheepish and shivered a bit. I then felt my own nakedness. I put my arms around my tits and my hand down below. Marie was doing the same. Then I realized there was no-one here but Craig and he had been seeing everything we had anyway.

'Craig? Craig........talk to us. Craig? What the fuck is happening?' Marie asked him. No answer. I moved over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, then my arm around him.

'Craig. Don't. We were okay with you.........shit Craig we enjoyed it! There's nothing wrong'

It was a second or two until he looked up. His face was anguish all over.

'You don't understand........you don't know any of this' he said in a low voice.

'Then try us,' Marie said, ' we got one secret going on now anyway the three of us, so what's the story with the disappearing old boy and his.......uh.....fucking magic cock thing. And his threats. What is the score here Craig?'

Then Craig gathered his wits. His face became set and he stood up.

'We might have time. We need at least to work something. C'mon, lets get out of here. Find your bloody clothes. I'm going to the garage, see ya there.' He walked out. We followed, hitting him with questions. He filled us in alright. A leprechaun. A mad one. A devious little cunt of a one - to use Craig's description.

We found our clothes after much searching and scraping of limbs in the brambles. As we made our way into the shop, Marie stopped and pulled me out the back again. I didn't know what was on until she turned and peered at the garage roof. There was a cctv camera up there. It was pointing down the jungle garden. 

There was worse inside. We found Craig in his office. He was sat stock still watching tv. No, not tv. A monitor. Cctv. We joined him. The screen showed the bottom of the garden, the picture was enlarged. There was a figure, we knew to be Craig and as he shifted we saw two naked girls running down the path ahead of him. Then they fell over the log and then he was whipping them with branches, whipping their naked bums. The real trouble was the girls did look like girls. Like us but younger and smaller. Basically what the film was showing was a kiddy fiddler at work.

'Not us......but sort of us' breathed Marie sounding shit scared.

'He fiddled the footage. Like photoshop fiddled it but has done it on a video' I suggested.

'Oh, yes,' Craig agreed, 'there is a degree of hoodoo voodoo black magic about the wee fucker'

There was a long, long silence.

'What's going to happen Craig? What shall we do?' Marie asked, still scared. Craig turned around and stood up. He put an arm around us both and brought us into him and hugged us. It was strange. He had been intimate with us in the garden, to say the least, but this was the most intimate feeling yet with him. I put my arm around him too and then felt Maries arm doing the same. Our heads went together.

'Sweet girls. I hope I didn't do you wrong. You are brought into this shit now. You are to stay away from me and stay away from here. If any fingers come pointing your way, any investigations, shit, you deny it. That ain't youse on the tape. I'm gonna have to lay real low, fucking practically disappear cos God knows what he meant about public with that tape. I'm gonna be closed and laying low until the shit blows over. It might not do at all.' 

He pulled away from us. 'Go! Be quick! Say nothing and definitely don't come by here at all. We don't need to be seen together and besides........McHaragarty's back. He may well be hanging around here looking for mischief'

We left him then. We walked back home. We didn't speak. We hadn't gone 500 yards before we heard the car start and then it power off into town. Seems like Craig was scarpering extra fast.





It turns out Craig was just right. The shit hit the fan big time. All over town that footage came on cctv monitors inexplicably and wouldn't go away no matter how people adjusted their sets. Most of 'em couldn't wipe it off their tapes. The cops were more interested than most. Well they had to be. People were up in arms, everyone talking about finding the local paedo sicko in the town. Who was that man in the overalls? Where was that garden? Who were the girls?

On the last point I was sure glad to hell we were buck naked going down that path. Any item of clothing would have marked us out. Ma or Da would defo have spotted that. As it was our haircuts might give us away, but it had been two weeks and they had asked us nothing. They had said plenty of course. Scandalous carry on. Here of all places. In our midst. Same as most folk. It was conservative round here, bordering on psycho narrow mindedness.

Craig was as good as his word. He disappeared. Put a sign on the door apparently, away for a three week holiday. Told the Bar, so it was broadcast properly and then he went. Somewhere.

Marie and I spoke very little about it, maybe a bit the next day. I guess we felt ashamed as well as shit scared. Oh, yeah....we burnt the clothes we had on that day. As a precaution but also because it felt like we were doing something. Then we didn't see each other that much either which was unlike us but maybe we had to work through things on our own. Marie, in particular, didn't get up in the mornings anymore which wasn't like her. It looked like she had slept bad as well whenever she did appear. I could sympathize with that. I had crap nights as well. I never said about them to Marie. I had dreams, or nightmares, of garden paths at nights, swaying trees, stars swinging wildly and mad eyes and always, always the visions of a huge cock in my hands, in my mouth, running over my butt, my pussy. I would wake up drenched in sweat, panting. Christ, it was torment. Sometimes the sweet pungency of that leprechaun's spunk was literally on my tongue when I woke up. I told you it was beyond heaven, that taste, almost drug like. You could become addicted to it. Which may explain why I did what I did.



More madness Selena? Er, yes. I went back didn't I? I couldn't help it? After two weeks I wondered did that stuff happen in that garden? Or some such. Whatever. Anyway, I went down. Waited until well after midnight and left the house quietly. That's easy enough, it's so big we all live there like peas in a pod.

It had just moved into August, it was warm enough at nights. I had on a one piece and it was fine. The country road was empty. You could hear for miles. I didn't go to the garage, I went down the side field and followed the hedge until I found the animals path. I went through it on all fours and stood up. I got my bearings and could see the animal path through the undergrowth. Once along it I hit the main path and I descended all the way to the bottom, listening carefully as I went. I could feel my heart beating.

I sat under the big tree, on the long log where we had been before. There was not a breeze, the air was warm. As I sat there wondering my eye caught a colour in the grass closer by the tree. I got up and went over to it. When I picked it up I couldn't figure out what it was and what it was doing here. It looked for all the world like a fat babys dummy, but the end for the mouth was strange, far too big. When I threw it back down I saw another one, and another. Puzzled, I returned to the log and I sat down again.




Mr. Meccano Man Ch. 02



I looked up and could see all the jewels in the sky. I lay myself out on the log on my back and stared up at them. Apparently it takes 15 minutes for your eyes to properly adjust to the darkness. I guess mine were pretty good already having walked down but I could feel them adjusting to the stars. I don't know how long I was there. The air actually became a little warmer at some point, almost thicker. Perhaps it was closer under the tree. I pulled the zip down on my suit to my belly and felt better, not so hot. I watched the stars and dreamed along with them. I think I drifted I'm not sure. I thought I felt things but again I wasn't sure. I felt an itch on my belly and went to scratch it but couldn't raise my hand. That's alright I thought, it doesn't matter. I felt things moving under me but didn't mind. Then I was moved bodily and still I didn't mind. I was moved backward along the log and then stopped. My head dangled off the end. I had an upside down view of the tree.

As I watched, in my dozy dream, I could see long, thick lengths of ivy peeling off the tree and snaking out along the ground to me. That ivy has moved me, I thought, but I lay there uncaring. I felt thinner ivy tendrils feeling their blind way over my shoulders, against my skin they slithered, some under my armpits, others across my breasts. Some even coiled around and my tits and pressed and in. My nipples became erect and then they too were ensnared with tendrils and pinched. I would have laughed at the bizarreness at it but the air was thicker still. It felt the way it did a couple of weeks ago in the small shed where I discovered the leprechaun. An ivy snake found the zip on my one piece and I heard the noise of it being pulled all the way down to my crotch. Strong, thick ivy arms entered the suit, went around my middle, my shoulders, my thighs and I was lifted bodily into the air. I did not resist. My one piece was peeled from me as if I was a banana. I was the fruit, now revealed pale and naked under the starlight. I was returned to the log underneath me, laid on my back, my arms put gently down either side of the log and held there firmly. My breasts were pulled taut. I caught my breath a few times. God I was panting! Then my feet were pulled down and fastened to the ground. I was splayed! My thigh muscles complaining at the strain of being held so wide. 

There were rustling footsteps. They stopped at my head, now lolling off the end of the log. I could see McHaragarty, his badger face peering down at me with curious, penetrating eyes.

'What brought ye here lassie?'

'Your wondrous cock' I replied in a heavy voice.

'Ay. What would ye want with that?

'To suck it'

'What's that ye say'

'I want to suck your cock' 

 With that he stepped forward, shedding his trousers. The monster cock unfurled before once more like a fern. I felt myself panting again. It was inches from my mouth. He leant in and stroked the side of my face with the bulbous head, the size of a man's fist. The aroma swam around me. I turned to lick it but he moved it away. I groaned, pleadingly. 

'Aahh, no. Now. First things first perhaps?' he said in a low voice.

'First?' I eventually gasped, 'what's first?'

'Well, now you look so pretty lying there,' his eyes glinted at me, 't'would be a shame not to have firsts!' 

I had no idea what he was on about. 'Ssshh, sssshh, sshhhh' he laughed and his head rocked back. 

I saw something like a long snake silhouetted against the stars. It flashed and flitted around in front of his face. It went away and his head came down. I realised, as the pit of my stomach did a flip, that it may well have been his tongue. He disappeared from view. Then I heard him climb the log by my feet. 

'Ah yes ,such a sight to behold, shame to let it go to waste' he intoned. Then I felt it. His tongue. On my thigh, god all around my thigh, it encircled it, carried on and came up between my legs. Then it delved into my pussy. There was no playing around. It didn't matter that much anyway. I was wet as hell. I can't tell you how he tortured me with that tongue. I was crying out loud if I wasn't groaning. It flicked and coiled, pushed and probed me. I am ashamed to say that he found what really made me go and when he did he stuck at it. He would play with my clit with end of his tongue which was no more than a point, whilst he kept a longer, thicker portion of it pressed tight between my buttocks. He actually was able to bend and fold his tongue over right at my anus. My hips writhed underneath his actions and eventually I felt the tongue slip inside my asshole and slither around in me, reaming and stretching my tightness. I wanted to close my legs on it, but they were bound. Exposed and invaded, I felt myself squirt.

'Aaaaahhh, aaoooooowww' I cried as I came.

'That was firsts!,' he exclaimed, 'now here be seconds'. I felt the tongue unwind and slip from within me and then felt nothing until a few seconds had passed. I kept quivering, this time in anticipation. Then the press came. Against my young pussy, the huge bulb of his cock. Oh Christ, I couldn't do this. I was not right for this, it was too large. But just as before it must have changed shape, it must have gone thinner. Then I heard his raspy voice say in sing-song manner.

'Oh they young 'uns are tight, but McHaragarty is right' and he thrust forward. I had to yield. His thick cock plunged into my tight pussy, inch after inexorable inch until I felt his balls press up against me. I moaned low and hard. Then it expanded back to its original girth, the thickness of a forearm. And he began to stroke it back and forth.

'AAaaaaa....ooowww......ah, ah!' I screamed loud and then fell to panting, before crying out again. There was no mercy shown though. He rode my puss long and hard, my buttocks pressed against the bark turned sweaty and then wetter still with the juice coming out of me. I was lost in the throes of his fucking me, it was so physical. Minutes passed, more and more. I lost track. The smell of the long grass filled my nostrils, that and the smell of myself! It was a dirty, sweaty smell, the kind you get when exercising hard and I realised, then, how much work my body was doing to accommodate his fucking me.

'SSssssh, sssshhh,ssshhhh,' he eventually laughed and he de-mounted from between my tormented thighs. I lay still, bound and shaking, my head back, eyes closed. Then I smelt it all around me, his perfumed cock. I opened my eyes. It was there before me, only an inch away, as full as it had ever been, the skin on it as tight and glossy. I opened my mouth. There was no way I could fit that in but I wanted as much as possible.

'Thirds' he said with finality, and the cock slimmed to the exact size of my mouth, entered it and I sucked as hard as I could. The cum flooded my throat, went down further. I gulped and kept swallowing, gasping for air through my nose and continuing. The taste was divine. I wanted it all. 

I never could take it all. It was an unforgiving fountain. I drank my fill and when I could take no more he withdrew the pulsing beast. It carried on pumping. My face was covered in a thick glaze of spunk. He moved away and then I felt him climb the log. Hot spunk crashed on my tits, heating them and staying hot, like some demon seed. My head lolled, I was done. I was fucked. Tiredness was sweeping through my consciousness when I heard him rasp.

 'Now! Fourths!'

 My brain registered surprise and shock. More? But I made no sound or move. I was helpless. I felt his cock spurting now over my belly, then down, over my pussy and stopping there. I then felt my ivy bonds moving under and around me. My legs were raised up, up and closed so that my ankles nestled against each other. 

'Mmmmmm,' I murmured at the relief of blood returning to my legs. Then they were pulled straight up in the air, so they were perpendicular to my body on the log. My hips were raised and then ivy tendrils snaked and clasped my butt. His hot spunk flowed down and he pumped it over my exposed ass. Like spidery hands the ivy gripped my buttocks and pulled them apart. His cock came in, still pumping and pressed against my anus. 'No,' I screamed inwardly,' its too big, I'm too small, this can't happen!'

But of course, the cock changed shape, it thinned and lengthened, it pressed and pressed. Lubricated and persistent, it kept coming and I gave in. He played it past my sphincter muscle and entered my asshole. 

'AAAAAAAAAaaaaaAAAA!' I cried out again and didn't stop for ages. When I did, it was only to draw breath. I inhaled deep, exhaled deep, then again. I waited for an eternity, panting with the strain of his invasion of my rectum. I knew what was coming next – the expansion. It came on slowly and grew and grew. My asshole filled and my whole rear felt split.

'Ssssssh,ssssssshh,ssssssssh,' was the last sound I heard as I passed out.



I don't think anything woke me up except the passing of time. It wasn't the cold. When I came too it was still warm. I blinked a few times and took a few breaths. The world was upside down. I strained and was able to move my limbs. I simply rolled off the log and lay in a huddle in the long grass. My breath settled, my head cleared a bit but still felt foggy. Spying my one piece lying nearby I reached over. Standing up was a chore. Dizziness hit me a couple of times. I made to dress but then found I was a mess of fluid, all of it his spunk of course except when I guiltily put my hand between my legs and smelt that and I knew that I must have come hard a few times. I smelt musky and my pussy was wet and almost rubbery. I felt an urge to get clean. There was nothing to do but roll in the grass. It worked and it also refreshed me. With my suit on I stood and looked around. A new moon had risen behind the tree. It all looked so serene and normal. No ivy moving of its own accord, no leprechaun with a massive tool, no me naked and being fucked. 'Oh God', I sobbed then, 'what is going on?'

I turned and ran and staggered up the path. I wanted to get away. I felt shit, awful. The dew made me slip and nearly fall but I carried on almost blindingly careering up the slope. I must have missed the path, I slipped and fell this time amongst ferns. I thudded down and stayed there with the shock washing over me. Tiredness gripped me again. A few minutes passed and then I propped myself up on my elbows. I was still enshrouded by ferns, couldn't see a fucking thing. Then I heard some footsteps. I froze. Waited. The path was a few paces away I'm sure. I heard the steps, light, coming closer and moving past me. I chanced it and put my head up above the ferns. I just caught sight of the face and then the figure was past me. I raised myself to my knees and watched my sister descend to the bottom. It was no good asking myself what she was doing here, the answer was the same as me, but I got a shock all the same with the next few actions of Marie.

Unlike me she did not stop and sit on the log and stare at the stars. No. She went straight up to the ivy infested tree and stood there. Without waiting for any sign she threw her coat off her onto the ground. She was completely naked. She held her arms aloft in the night air and within a few seconds the ivy responded. Limb after limb unpeeled from the tree and snaked down to the ground. Silently they enveloped her, circling her torso, her arms, thighs, shackling her whole body in its woody cage. Her bonds complete, the ivy twisted and turned and lifted her. She was positioned like a dog on all fours but her hands and arms were bound behind her back. Then McHaragarty appeared. Out of nowhere. 

'Ye are my girl, aren't ye lassie?'

'Yes, I'm yours. Do what you will,' Marie replied in a far away voice I hardly recognized. With that the leprechaun released his trousers and that demon cock I now knew so well did its unfurling. He immediately gave it to her mouth. Marie took it as greedily as I. She sucked and licked for all she was worth. Despite my exhaustion and the extensive fucking I had been given I found my stomach tingling with sex again.

Now McHaragarty stepped away. Marie moaned for his cock to return but that didn't happen. He went to her behind and reached down and pulled at something which he then held up before tossing it away. I realized with a shock that Marie had been down here a lot! She was wearing a butt plug! No wonder she had been walking funny. How long had she been coming here? It didn't seem to matter much, but it was obvious McHaragarty was following a well worn ritual.

He plunged into Marie's ass with one thrust. She cried out with a sound from her guts. He continued on and on. She took it all. Then he pulled back, waited and then thrust all the way back into her. 

'UUUURRRRN! AAAaaUURRRR! UUUUUURRR!' Marie's cries were huge.They didn't even sound human. They sounded for all the world like the sound cattle make, when unsure or stressed. But she took it. He moved again, and again. His fucking tempo increased. I could see her tits bobbing back and forth in the air under her. I pulled my zip down and pulled my tits out and squeezed my nipples. I moaned and put my hand in further. I moved my legs apart and started to finger myself. I looked at the stars then, heard the cries of my sister being ass fucked and I moaned hard.

When I looked back below I had a shock. The fucking was still carrying on but there was no McHaragarty in sight. No lep at all. He had transformed. He was naked, with reddish skin, eyes that seemed to blaze. His hands and feet had changed to web-like claws. The cock was still the same rampant size though and it was still splitting Marie's buttocks for all this........this ...creature was worth. It thrust full into her ass, Marie cried loud, the wee demon thing cackled loud with its head back and then it sort of clamped itself on her. It's feet things wrapped around her thighs, its arms extended (God was there nothing earthly about this) and went under Marie's torso and its hands slapped around her swaying tits and stayed there, gripping in hard. And it began to fuck my sister's ass with, well, with demonic power. 

Marie had stopped crying. She was all hard breaths now, in and out.

'Hunh,hunh,hunh,' she gasped like a piston working hard. 

I could hear her from up the slope. Someone could probably have heard her a field or two away, if they were about in the middle of this strange night. 

I stood up. I didn't have any clear intention of doing anything when I did so, but then my hands slowly came up and I pinched my nipples. I looked down at them and they were erect and full. I smiled at them. I slipped my suit off and stepped out of it. The ferns brushed and tickled my legs as I stepped through them. My hands ran over my body. I pressed my pussy. She was all wet. Good. I squatted on the path and fingered myself as I watched the scene below. Using my juice I lubricated a finger and pressed on my anus. I pushed my muscles at the same time. It slipped in easy. I did another, it wasn't so bad. The third and fourth were harder, I found that it took a good control of my breathing to open my rectum that far apart.

I waited, all the time watching below. The demon was still ass fucking her as strong as ever. It stopped every so often and gave it to Marie's pussy and then returned to her ass. Mine own anua felt full. I took quick, short breaths for a bit and then I fist fucked my own asshole. 'Done it! I can do it!' I exulted to myself

I stayed that way for a few minutes. Then I rose and stood. My fist popped out. There was no time to waste! I ran and almost slipped down the slope. I came to them both and stood beside them. I raised my arms. The ivy obliged. Within half a minute I was ensnared.

The wee demon thing glanced only once at me. The ivy lifted me up high and over. I was put into the same position as my sister, bent over doggie, and placed on top of her. I felt my tits press on her naked sweaty back. She was quivering all over. So was I. My pussy rested on her buttocks, my own legs and buttocks splayed and exposed. Marie's gasps stopped. It had left her. I waited, I tingled all over. Then there were feet locked around my thighs and hot, searching hands spread themselves along my shoulder blades. They slid and kneaded my skin, going in under me, slipping over my tits and then locking on them. Then the cock came at me. It nudged at my anus, it felt that I wanted it, it found my opening was willing, it felt me yield. I did want it – 'God help me' - I was willing it to enter and defile me. I pushed at my ass muscles as hard as I could. It went in, and in, and in. I cried and panted. The strain and pain was searing, the cock was so wide. The grip on my thighs and tits increased as the cock devil strained too. Up and in he went, pushing and pushing until I felt tears burning my cheeks. I was full, I was sure I could take no more. It wasn't to be. It wouldn't give up, I couldn't resist. I was inhaling and exhaling as quickly and as fast as I could. Another inch slipped up me, a short break, then another, and another.

Then it could go no more. The creature thing had me impaled the entire length of it's humungous cock. A foot of cock, and if that's not possible, please forgive me because it certainly felt like it reached my very innards. I had come here, I had asked for it and I had got it. It began to fuck me with it, huge long strokes that gained in tempo. I screamed, I cried, I panted, I came again and again as it ground me down, my pussy rubbing remorselessly on my sisters buttocks below. I don't know how long this went on. It never let up on me until my head had dropped and was hanging limply, my lips dribbling spit. Then, and only then, did it leave. It went a few inches below me and began to fuck Marie's ass. Minutes passed and I recovered somewhat and then the cock came again but this time in my pussy. 

This alternation went on forever. Eventually, some time during the night it dismounted from our behinds. It went in front of us. Neither of us had energy to lift our heads even though the aroma of the cock that enticed and enchanted us so much was all around us. A hot hand slithered through my hair reached the back of my head and wrenched it up. I opened my eyes. I felt Marie's head jerked up too, just under my chin. My vision was filled by the organ that was my torment and pleasure and behind it the red, skinned creature looked at us with burning, yellow eyes. It looked on fire, a crazy light dancing off its skin. Then it stepped forward and fucked my mouth. I accepted it. It then fucked Marie's mouth and after a minute returned to me, already gushing spunk that lashed my face before my open mouth took it again. Back to Marie, then back to me, then Marie. And all the while the ivy tendrils kept up a whipping on our backsides, flying through the air to slap on our exposed buttocks and even our pussies.



The jewels in the sky stared down at me. As I watched they faded one by one. A pale light appeared in their place. Puzzled I wondered how this could be, what was chasing my stars away? My mind rid itself of confusion slowly. I groaned, no.....make that croaked. Where was I? Why so bloody cold? My hands moved and gripped.......grass? I pushed and sat up. Blurry dots filled my eyes. I waited and waited. They cleared and I saw I was naked, in a garden....oh, wait. That garden. I looked around. A naked body lay over there.......it was Marie! 

'Marie, Marie!My sister, my sister, are you alright?' I shuffled over to her. She was breathing! I shook and woke her. She looked utterly crap. She took as long as me to come round. 

We hugged and cried and soothed ourselves. I ached and was sore all over but especially my belly, my pussy, my ass. Jesus h Christ what had been done? Clothes, we need clothes. Lets get the hell out and get home before we are seen.......seen like this! It was then that I happened to look up slope and I went rigid. There was smoke rising in small columns from where the roof of the garage should have been. What the fuck? We stared and stared. Marie broke the silence. It was actually the first time she had said anything.




Mr. Meccano Man



'You do, huh?'

'Yeaaaahh we're relaxing.........see'

I guess, now with hindsight that I really shouldn't have looked up, but how the fuck was I to know that at the time. When I raised my head I was greeted with the finest sight a man can rest his eyes on. They had both pulled their feet up onto the edge of the wing and that wasn't all that was raised. Those skirts were just hiked up so far I couldn't even see 'em anymore. They had their calves folded back against their thighs and then angled out like big capital V's and my eyes just followed their nakedness all down to the centre. They had no panties on. They was both shaved clean as a whistle. Sort of pink plums sitting there, slits moist and inviting. 

'What do you think?' one of 'em whispered, 'good enough to lick, huh?'

'Uh-huh' I said slowly, not really thinking at all.

'Why don't you just go ahead, then' she invited in an even quieter whisper. She placed her hands either side of her legs and rubbed herself backwards and forwards a little. I could see a steamy smear being left on the bonnet as she inched her pussy closer to me. It surely was the most crazy honey I had ever clapped eyes upon. She stopped right on the edge of the wing, so close I could smell her. Then her sister did the same except when she slid to the edge of the car she brought both hands around under her and slowly and firmly pulled at her inner thighs. Her pussy just opened up, the pink flesh juicing like the fresh fruit it was. Then the aroma hit me like a wall coming at ya. 

'Go ahead, Craig, anytime you want.'

I licked my lips. They had gone awful dry and so had my throat.

'Just a minute, there, Marie......I have a thing or two to do here' I managed to rasp. But I was having severe trouble, you gotta believe me, severe fucking trouble with my conscience, like I couldn't could I? You should, shouldn't you? No, I fuckin can't. Yes, I fuckin can. This went on in my head for quite some minutes and all the time I kept on changing the wheel over cos I needed something to do, something solid and sure, not something unsure and flighty and downright dodgy in some way or other. I couldn't analyse it but it felt dodgy.

By the time I had the second nut on and all but fully tightened there was already one pair of feet planted square on my shoulders. I looked up a few times and that was a severe hindrance, I can tell you. They was both frigging themselves with a whole lot of fingers and I don't have to tell you that a garage is continually stinking of oil and stuff but all I had around my head was a cloud of pussy smell. They was so on heat I could see a double line of wetness making its way down the bodywork and a drip or two would eventually fall off the top of the wheel arch onto me as I worked. They was groaning somethin wild too, quiet like, but persistent, never ending. 

How did I resist? I tell you how I resist. I fucking twigged somethin' was up, it weren't too hard to figure. No female makes that much of a push on for me, 'specially ones so young and pretty and fresh. No sir. Never happened and never will. Some fuckin fishy shit was going on and I knew by the time I had that last wheel nut locked on tight that the little vermin monster old cunt McHaragarty was at the bottom of it. Somehow or other. Cos young Marie Christie and younger Selena Christie boning themselves with their fingers on the bonnet of their car after inviting me to tea on their daisies just ain't in the natural order of things, know what I mean brothers and sisters?

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not that good at behaving. When I finished I stood up and stepped back and got me an eyeful of them both lying there panting and moaning with their booty just sort of pulsing away before me. Hell, I was still as stone there for almost a minute getting me an eyeful! But I knew it was badness going on. And I knew if someone arrived and saw that then I was going to jail. I think. Or some bad shit. So I dropped my wrench with the loudest clang I could ring out of it.

'Job done Marie!! You're ready to go!!' I bawled at her. It didn't work. They never snapped out of anything. Shee-it. They was almost writhing on the bonnet, they been playing with themselves that hard.

What the fuck was I gonna do? That wee lep shithead was fuckin with me big time. Any minute now someone could just pull up and these two girls look like they are the victims of molestation or evil spiritual possession or....or something. It just was not a healthy scenario. Well. What would you do? I thought quickly. I decided on a course of action. I got my cock out.

Oh yes, that's what you dirty whores wanted to hear isn't it? But hold onto your own vitals. I told you I wuz above knobbin schoolgirls, legal age though they wuz. I walked on around the car to the side there heads were laying on the bonnet.

'Look wot I got for you girls' I sorta cooed. Their eyes snapped open and they both grinned really dirty like. One of 'em, Marie I think, made a grab for my magic wand but missed. I pulled back and explained to them the deal.

'Up you get now and follow old Uncle Craig to the back if you want some of this' and I shuffled away to the back door of the workshop, first waving my dick at them and then watching as they both slid of the bonnet and waltzed their way towards me. God damn if they both didn't put their hands on their hips, underneath, their skirts so they held the garments way up, just leaving their business out their on display. 

I got round the corner of the shop and punched the exit bar on the fire door and kicked her open. Outside the early morning summer sun was sparkling off the weeds out the back. I felt them both come up behind me. Then their breath either side of me. They each of em snaked a long, naked leg out around mine and pressed their hips in hard. I was sandwiched each side of my waist by hot, wet pussy. One of them put her hand on my shoulder. The other one put her hand down in front of me, and well, yeah, ok. I admit it, I let her do it. She slowly encircled my cock with thin, delicate fingers. She squeezed firmly once and then pulled back. 

'Aaahh' shit it was my turn to groan.

'When you gonna do us Craig' one of 'em said.

'Right now!' I replied and I quickly reached down, cupped me a good piece in both hands of pristine, white young woman buttock -- and by all that's holy, it did feel handsome -- and I pushed and bucked Miss Christie and Miss Christie out the back door. Which I then kicked shut. I turned and put my back against it and breathed out one very, very long fuckin sigh. 

I wasn't sure if it was gonna work or not. I snuck around to the window, rubbed the grime from the corner with my cuff and peered out back. One of them had stumbled from the force of my push so the other sister was bending down to pull her up. They still had their skirts raked up so they had their butts naked to all the world. Then they stood up. They looked shocked. They started to say some things to each other then both stopped and pointed at each other. Then they hurriedly pulled their skirts down, they looked away from each other, then laughed a bit, then looked a bit puzzled. That was it. I moved quickly. My suspicions had been confirmed. No shit Sherlock. There was some hex on my building. It didn't work outside the building. That old McHaragarty had fixed on my weakness. I love fucking. So he had done something to make every woman come into my shop to get the hots on me. He was figurin that sooner or later, whether or not I took advantage of my new found magnetism, I was gonna get into serious shit. And he was right. One thing my old man told me, in fact the only thing he told me of any worth, was 'there's two things get a man in trouble, his signature and his dick' I been careful with both. 

Speaking of which, I looked down and I was still fine and upstanding, yes siree, waving like a cobra about to strike. I put myself quickly back inside my overalls and rushed to the car, wanged the last nut on, jack down with a real thump, I jumped in, gunned her and reversed like a demon straight out into the bright sunlight. Them girls weren't even in sight. Perfect. I stood just inside the shop pretending to be doing something. They appeared, didn't see me, but saw the car fixed. They jumped in and after a few seconds I seen Selena, in the passenger seat reaching down and then holding up something to Marie. It was tights and panties. There was a bit of an argument, then they got right down to bustling. I waited until they finished putting their stuff back on. Just as Marie gunned the engine I stepped out and waved at them. She pulled the car up a bit and I walked around the side. She had the window down.

'Thanks Craig. On account yea? Someone from the house will be down to sort you!'

'That's fine Marie. Don't drive too hard'

She laughed, they both did, although I seen Selena cut short her smile and a puzzled look came on her. Then the car reversed and took off down the road with a tyre squeal. The tyre that I had just put on, thank you. 

I flew into the toilet, popped all the poppers off my overalls in one sweep of the hand and clamped hold of my cock. I didn't even have to pull once. It just shot out like a fuckin water cannon and I let out a groan like I hadn't done since.... oohhh, lemme see, since the second time Deirdre gave me a blowjob.......in the bar toilets, if you please.

'Ye-eess.........funny coincidence that' said a horribly familiar wheeze behind me. I whirled around to spot the horrible little man perched on the handbasin, his grotty boots swinging over the edge. I hastily tucked my tackle away from his leering eyes that were leering a bit too much at my crotch. Yeuuggh! Was there nothing nice about this old cunt?

'What are you playing at you devil dwarf? What's the game?' I hissed at him.

'Sssh, sshh,sssh,sssh' which I had worked out was his way of laffin. 'Ye worked it out for ye self, Craig! Ye struck me down so I'm getting me own back. Sooner or later yer old boner is gonna get ye into trouble. Then we'll be even. Maybe ye'll get to jail fer messin with underage, or maybe ye'll get shot by some husband of the female customer that ye are bound tae pork. Ye won't be able to help yeself!'

And pouf! He disappeared again.

I slumped down onto the bog and stared at the empty space where he had been. I stayed that way a long time. Eventually I worked the rest of the day with no further (ahem) events. I took myself down to the bar afterwards. It was only after the third beer was slippin down that I lightened up. Deirdre looked across from behind the bar and she moved up to me and said quiet like, so the others couldn't hear.

'That's a real dirty grin you got on ya there soldier, care to share?'

'Nah, not this time, Dee, not this time' 

Truth is I couldn't tell her or anyone what I was grinning over like a dirty demon. Oh, you think you know? Not quite, my compadres, not quite, but since I'm in a telling mode, then I'll tell ya. Remember I fired those two girls out the back door, my hand on each of their perky asses? Well, when I looked out the window to see 'em start coming back to reality and pulling their skirts down I couldn't help but notice that both of 'em had a black smutty handprint from yours truly sitting loud and proud on their buttocks. Shit, that might land me in trouble yet! But just at that point I didn't care.

'One more Dee, one more' I called. Then I was going home and maybe take a holiday. Leave that bewitched fucking workshop for a week or so. Leprechauns? Fuck that shit.

Like I said, I was wise for the little old bastard's game now. I could see the lie of the land and adjust my battle plan cos I knew one thing and that is if I gave into the temptation he was working on me then he was ready and waiting with some fuckin godawful revenge. And I wasn't gonna let him have that.

I went back to work after 14 days. It was busy, seems their vehicles was just itching to do down with ailments cos I was away.

So I was managing alright until the third day. Just packing up almost key in the lock when she pulls up in that big jeep of hers. Mrs. Christie, Marie and Selena's mother. Remember me telling ya she was the hottest woman around. She steps out so I see the miles of long legs before the rest of her. She's in her early forties and those legs are fit and tight. Dark hair in a bob sort of thing, no messing, no nonsense sort of way about her always. She's got on a tennis skirt and a sports top bra thing cos she must have been playing tennis -- they got a court up at the big house. She's also got on a real business like look on her face. Real business like. Usually has. There's not too much fun about Mrs. Christie really. Everything must be just so. But I thought she looked kinda stern and pissed off as well as business like.

'Craig!' she called out. Like a pistol shot.

Shit, I thought. She is gonna get me. Does she know about her dearest daughters down here. Did they complain about what certainly appeared to be dirty mechanic pawprints on their backsides? And mama has come to bust me. She probably got the cops in tow. She marched up to me standing at the door. Her arms pumping so hard that her big bust was wobbling even within that tight sports bra top she had on. I tell ya I was crapping it so much that I forgot about the hex and the new regime I had employed to tackle it. Namely, that no female whatsoever crosses the threshold.

'Mrs...Mrs. Christie?' I jabbered like a kid done wrong and I stepped back a pace or two as she advanced with purpose. Oh, Craig, you dope. Wrong fuckin move. She kept on coming and walked into the shop. Then I knew my mistake. Her face just melted before me. It softened, her eyes narrowed, her lips pouted.

'Craaaig' she sort of breathed. 'I owe you something don't I?' 

'Tomorrow will do' I blurted.

'I want to settle with you further inside....now' she commanded softly, 'but I think we can do it different this time don't you?'

'I'm really not sure about that Mrs. Christie'

'Oh no? You soon will be' and with that I stood there mesmerised as she put her thumbs in under the straps on her shoulders and simply hoisted that sports bra top thing right down to her belly button.

Her tits were simply perfect, the almost red nipples sticking out at me in a sorta accusing way. She grabbed one of my hands and placed it on one of them. It was like cupping heaven. I didn't let go. Well you wouldn't would you? She smiled back at me.

'Gooood,' she crooned, 'now my turn.' And with that her head disappeared as she went down. Boy did she go down. With one sweep of her hand she had the overalls open and pulled my dick out like she was hooking a fish out of water. I wasn't even properly hard but that did not remain an unchanged situation. She had those lips around me in no time and she didn't fool around either. No kissing or blowing or licking. She just wrapped her mouth around and sucked hard like she had a pop in her mouth. I nearly came there and then, but she must have sensed that and she stood up.

'Now it's your turn.......I bet I know what you'd love to do' she said and with that she dropped her tennis skirt. She stood up, smile again and pushed her panties down. They made a hiss as they went down over her legs. She was now totally naked and unashamed. As I said she had a totally fit body and I drank the sight in. She smiled back at me as I lifted my gaze from her pussy. There was one of the neatest Brazilians I ever seen. I think it suited her cos it was business like. It was there to do a job.

'Like that?' she murmured, running her fingers over the smooth track of dark hair. She stopped and two fingers disappeared into her mound. I could only nod, like I was dumb.

'I.......I think you should have some, Craig'

And with that she draped herself belly down on my bench. As I stood there she shifted her weight up onto the surface, reached her hands behind her, caught hold of her ankles and lifted her feet from the floor. She opened her legs out wide, wide and bent her legs back on themselves..

'You go ahead now.......be as naughty as you want.'

I gulped. I moved closer, I couldn't help it, I was sort of hypnotized. I lowered my head and must have breathed on her cos she sorta moaned.

'Go on.....stick your tongue in somewhere.'

So I did. Her pink folds just opened like cushions to the pressure of my tongue. Hell, it was so sweet there I stuck my nose in for good measure. That made her groan some. I moved out and took a look and then I couldn't really help myself, I just had to do it. I bent in again and run my tongue up her rear and over her star pinched anus. I felt it open up almost immediately and she gasped, 'yessss, go on....in there'.

Now, I've never been one for the old dirtbox that much, just a touch of action now and then but there was something different about hers. She'd spent some time cleaning herself out for a start. It was lashed with some perfume but it couldn't totally cover the earthy taste that was coming out, but that was more than made up for the tightness. I don't think she'd had too many visitors that way, even though she was asking for it, so her anus was tight. I had to work some and she just loved that more. She was pushing my head in harder and groaning and getting so worked up that soon her ass was well opened up. I was starting to get two and then three fingers in her.

Eventually I stood up and worked my hand on her. It helped that I spotted my jar of hand cream on the bench so I soon had that lathered on her butt cheeks and worked that in. Christ, soon I had four fingers poking up her ass and she was still bucking her hips and widening her legs as if wanting more.

'Tie me! Tie me!' she groaned and she flailed her arms about behind her until she grabbed her feet. I couldn't see what she meant.

'My bands! You can use them!' she gasped. Then I saw what she meant. She had sweat bands on both wrists. I pulled them out, gave them a twist and there was just enough of a tight loop left in 'em for me to push her feet through. She had her limbs bound tight behind her now, I don't think she could of ever got out on her own. The position meant her head and back was arched back to her feet in a bow. 

'You sure that's what you want?' I asked a bit worried.

'Yesss....fuck my ass now Mr. Meccano Man!'

I have to confess that I didn't need any more encouragement. Well would you? The finest woman of this town, or any other town for that matter, lying naked on my bench with her butt in the air quivering like a horses flanks after a gallop. Well, if you'll excuse the pun I took up the offer of a ride.

I practically jumped out of my overalls and then stepped forward, my dick leading the way by what looked like ten feet. First, I ran my hands over her backside real slow. She moaned. I ran my fingers along her wetness and stopped to finger her lips apart. God, she groaned with a sound you never heard. It would have made a dead man come. Then I gave her ass a slap. She cried out, 'yess'. So I did another. 'Aaahhh....yesss'. Then I lifted her hips gently and pulled her back towards me. There was no weight to her, I told you she was fit in the figure.

I went for the front door first, so to speak, to get me some juice and let me tell you, her pussy was running free. She was open and easy and took me all in with a growling noise in her throat. Her anus though, that was a different story. That took more time, even though she wanted it. I slipped out of her and went pulled her cheeks apart some. She wriggled back on me, we found each other and both began to push real slow. I had to lie down on her and my head sat along with hers. Every so often she would murmur, 'Now' and I'd push a little more, and then a little more. We had the head of my cock in but it was taking some sweaty rubbing against each other to work any further. I reached under and pinched her nipples some and with my other hand went down and rubbed the top of her pussy. She panted, loud and then said, 'Now, now'




Mr. Meccano Man



I pushed forward and she gave way inside. 'Aaaahhhhoooooowww..........yesssss' she shouted out. Her ass just sort of sucked me in, that's the only way to describe it. Fuck, but she was tight and hot. I had to think of something else quickly cos my cock had never felt a fit like it, and then she was pushing back and forwards on me like I was the one being fucked. I needed something to take my mind away quick or I was going to shoot in seconds. And then something did arrive to take my mind away, a very, very unwelcome something.

The tape player in the workshop started to whirr, I knew the noise alright, and then fuck me if AC fuckin DC don't start blaring out Back In Black. What the fuck? The funny thing was she started getting into the beat straight off and started to move in time underneath me. I was nearly going off now but I wanted to know why the fuckin music had come by itself. And then I heard the voice, that fucking voice all fuckin wheezy and old.

'I tol ye, ye was a motherfucker din't I boy?'

That wee fucking Beezlebub!! McHaragarty!! He was standing on the bench, beside our grinding hips but only I could see him. Mrs. Christie would have had to twisted her neck round a good 'un to spot him. Anyways, I soon found out she couldn't hear him anyway above the fuckin music that he must have put on, the devious wee cunt.

'You are one dirty minded cunt!' I hissed at him loudly.

'Ahhhh, yesssssssssss...........I am!' moaned Mrs. Christie under me, 'fuck my dirty bitch ass, Meccano man, and tell me how baaaad I am!'

Oh, fuck, I thought, she thinks I'm talking at her. McHeragarty grinned and stepped up behind her shoulder. She was so in heat, that she wasn't looking anywhere. He looked down at the woman's sweaty shoulders heaving with her breathing, then he winked at me, and then he -- prepare yourself, brothers and sisters, it gets nasty here, like I said. The dirty old imp dropped those ancient fuckin trousers of his and popped his cock out!! Oh, shit! I nearly puked! And not just at the idea of the whole fuckin scene but also at the sight of the fucking fat purple hard he was now beginning to stroke. It was short, like him of course, but it was fucking thick and stout as a fucking tailpipe off a 4x4! All in all, it was not a good sight and I was not in a good situation.

I felt my dick lose it's interest in where it was intruding but she sensed it and then only made her wriggle her ass around on me more -- up and down and round and round and goddamn if she didn't have me back on full hard again. God, I would have enjoyed this but for the appearance of the grinning wee fuckin monster standing there with his monster fucking tool out. Ugly fucking sight, I can tell you. And it gets worse. 

I made a swipe at him as he stood there with his eyes half closed. But the fucker was too nippy and he dodged me. Even worse, he fucking got hold of my hand with a grip that wasn't right in such an old bastard and he disappeared behind me, twisting my arm as he went.

'Ahhh, you cuuunt' I shrieked at him but, again, as my head was next to hers, she thought I was talking to her.

'Yeesss..........I am a dirty cunt...........a real dirty bitch.......fuck me....hard, fuck my ass hard..........come on, harder' she moaned and she raised herself up a bit to push her backside at me and she brought her legs in and out a few times, pinching her anus on my cock as she did so.

All well and good you might think. But no!! Things went very fuckin bad from here on in. Are you ready? I told you things got nasty. That leprechuan bastard, McHeragarty, clambered onto the small of my back, still holding my wrist hard cos he knew I was gonna cause him some serious fuckin damage if I could get hold of him. And he's shuffling about there for a few seconds and just when I'm trying to figure out what he's up to I gets to feel what he's up to. Urggghhh.

But she feels it first and boy does she let out a loud cry or shout of what exactly? Pain and pleasure both at once? Hard sound to describe but you may know the noise I mean. It is a totally sex sound, brothers, a totally sex sound. Y'see the dwarf demon had gone and stuck his cannon rod right into her sopping pussy and I could feel the fucking ugly size of what he was plunging her with, being as how my own number was held fast in her back door.

'You are one dirty bastard' I complained at McHeragarty but once again she thought I was talking to her.

'Unnnnnhhh..........aaaHHHH.........I knowww,' she kinda grunted and moaned, 'is that you in me?...........ohhhh, fist fuck me.........c'mon........I can take it.............aaahhh'

The little shite was taking her up on her demand and started really thrusting in. Christ, I don't know how she was taking this. I looked down and the sweat was like rivers between her shoulder blades. I really thought this was punishment and I was less than fuckin happy having a pint sized old git in on the action right underneath me as well. I did not get off on feeling his pecker next to mine either, whether in a different orifice or not. Unfortunately, things got worse. Don't complain, you got no right to do that.

I felt him come out of her. Mrs. Christie moaned at the release.

'No, no. come back,' she hissed, 'I can take it'. 

I heard him shuffling and then the small toad was up on the bench holding something. One of my rags. He stooped at her head and then briskly tied the rag around her head so she was blindfolded. Then the dirty git kneeled before her and presented his gnarly club at her mouth. I am afraid to report my people that Mrs. Christie, she of the big house, she of the business like manner, she of manners and reserve......she slobbered and sucked on his demonic cock. It made my stomach churn and I wanted to get out of the situation and , well, get out of her. But whenever I tried to pull out, she clamped her anus ring on me and held me. Eventually, I just closed my eyes and started to fuck her ass again. What else was there to do?

This situation went on for quite a while. I did briefly wonder what the hell would happen if someone arrived but the air was heavy with black magic voodoo leprechaun shit. And besides, I was enjoying Mrs. Christie, enjoying my riding her rear even if she was under some hex. 

There was a croak like a rusty door hinge and I opened my eyes to see the wee auld boy go cross eyed. His thick club of a cock was simply bulging and pumping like it was possessed. Mrs. Christie had her lips clamped tight and the breath was rushing out of her nose as she attempted to do her best. But seeing as how he was not, shall we say, of this world, she began to lose the battle. His spunk started to squeeze out of the sides of her mouth. Still he pulsed, and pumped. After another half a minute there was dribbles coming out of her nose. Only then did he croak and pull out and sit back. Her head lay on my bench gasping for breath, his spunk goo spilling out of her open mouth.

I put my arms under her shoulders to lift her away from it but she mewled like a kitten and motioned her head back down towards the bench and the puddle of spunk nestling there. I didn't quite know what to do, when McHaragarty split the deadlock. He stood and adjusted his grotty trousers over his dick and he shuffled up to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. Both of us looked down at the fit, naked and bound Mrs. Christie before us. Her taut buttocks quivering around my cock, her head now falling slowly down to lay on the bench where she began meekly lapping at the pile of spunk he had first splattered the inside of her mouth with but which now sat on the dark, oily wood.

'When she finishes all of that' he explained, 'then the hex on the building wears off and she will come to her senses and.........' he stopped and sniffed long and hard for emphasis, 'and then you are not gonna be able to explain yerself. A woman as smart and strong as that will conclude that you have raped her, are raping her. Ye are fucked my friend! And I wi...'

He never finished. Win. That was what he was gonna say. Win. But he was too late. I knew by now I had to outflank him, I had to beat him. My mind had worked as furious fast as ever it could work. I had a plan. To beat him the first thing I had to do was beat him. Again. I smacked him on the back of the head with the first thing my hand came to. It was another wrench. Hey! It's a mechanics shop, remember? He fell forward and landed on the bench besides Mrs. Christie, who was now becoming a little greedy and had already hovered up half of his goo. I grabbed her around the middle and hauled her up to me. She gasped and groaned and tried to wrestle her way out of my grip and back to the spunk. Shit, I thought, it must have some magical shit in it. She wants it all. Well, she can't fucking have it all. Not yet. 

I shuffled her away and managed to reach my dolly board for getting under the cars. Oh c'mon people you know what a dolly board is, get real. I slowly bent down with her still coupled to me and then lay her belly down on the dolly. I reached under her and started to stroke her. All of her was wet. I went slowly on her clit, on, off, flickety flick. It worked, after a minute or two I could pull out of her ass. I moved quickly. She began to complain so I got another rag and tied her mouth. Sorry, Mrs. C but I am in trouble, its double. Then I moved to the dirty lep bastard. I had special plans for him.

I didn't even bother getting dressed. I pressed the motor button and the front door started rolling shut. Then I lifted that old boy and tied him up with wire to the chair in the office. I fumbled quickly under the sink, throwing old bottles and manky cloths aside until I found it. An old bottle of pop. A label years old, peeling and fading. The liquid clear as day. Cept this weren't no pop. It was poitin, the downfall of all leps. I hadn't thought about it before cos I never drink it but I had that stuff from old man Crumpy sitting there for a coupla years at least. I opened it and sniffed. Yes. It smelt dangerous. I pushed McHaragarty's chair back at an angle and pressed the bottle against his lips and forced them open. I tilted it and poured. Amazingly the old goat drank it. He was unconscious to fuck yet the leprechaun has such a lurch for the mountain dew he can drink it awake or asleep. I didn't know that by the way. I just found it out from watching him guzzle. He drank the whole bottle like a babe. And like a babe he soon took to snoring. Ungracious sound of snoring you ever did hear but did I give a fuck? No. he was gonna be out for hours now. Time to resume my masterplan.

Return to the innocent victim of leprechaun spillage, untie her nakedness, clean her up, dress her and put her out of the shop to come to her senses and then not let her back in. So she never suspects a thing? Yes. Quite right. That is the way of decency. But I am mighty sorry to tell you that I had had a taste of debauchery. I also experienced the stress of duelling with a lep. Leps I didn't believe in. Now I was gonna take some reward. You know the phrase 'have your cake and eat it'. Well eating was what I had in mind. 

I returned to the shop. Mrs. Christie was still on the dolly board, her wrists still tied to her ankles. She was wriggling and giving off under the gag. I went to the bench and despite my reservations I scraped the auld gits spunk up with my hand and went back to her. I released the gag and before she could complain I put a finger in the goo and placed it in her mouth. She slurped it clean in seconds and then craned her head for more. But I had other ideas. I stood up and putting my foot on the dolly I pushed it towards the back door. Once there I kicked it open. Sunlight blasted down. It was hot. Good. She was completely naked. Gorgeous sight to behold, her legs all muscle toned, her back beaded with sweat, buttocks sweaty and split wide, the lips of her pussy nestling there inviting me in. But I wasn't sure about her being tied up like that, it was uncomfortable. She was requesting it cos of spell hex shit but there was no reason to obey that, specially now I was gonna work that shit to suit me. 

I untied her wrist from her ankles but I had to be cautious. So I still kept binds on her only this time I tied her wrists together, above her head. Then I turned her onto her back and I parted her legs and tied the ankles to the sides of the dolly. I gave her a wee finger of magic spunk to distract her. Then I took the blind off. Her eyes looked straight at me. Amazing, blue, hazy with lust. I kneeled down and flicked my tongue over one of her nipples. It puckered immediately. I saw to the other. I went back to the to other. You know the score. I moved down her belly, it getting tighter as I descended. I moved down, past her pussy, over her thighs, then back. I did this a few times and she was lifting her hips to me. So eventually I brushed my lips on her, came back and did it again. On the third pass she had her knees pulled wide, wide apart and her pussy lips were actually quivering. I did three things. Oh yes, folks. Craig is a clever boy when he has the lust up. I reached up and gave her a finger of goo. As she moaned at the effect of that I returned to her quim. My tongue flicked her bud and I then pushed the dolly forward. Her head crossed the threshold. I tongue flicked and slowly licked her clit. Then I pulled the cart back in.

The first time I definitely heard her say 'wha...' as her head left the threshold. I pulled it back quickly.

Then I repeated the whole procedure again. And again, And again. I lost count of how many times. Several roll alongs and back of the dolly later and we were both out in the sun, not just her head but her whole body. She was moaning and bucking her backside up and down towards me. She was getting close now. I had to risk it. I gave her the last finger of goo and quickly pulled the loops off her ankles. Instantly her thighs clasped around me. Shit. She wants me to stop. Well I wasn't going anywhere. A second passed, then another. Another. Then her legs started a spasm, it moved to her hips. Her thighs released and closed on my head. I took it as a yes. I worked my mouth on her again and and this time she responded. Her legs opened out wide. And my hearing was back.

'Don't stop.......unnnhh....unnnhh......come up, fuck me. Fuck me Craig'

Sweet music folks, sweet soul music. I got up on my knees and bent down over her face to face. She looked me dead in the eyes. They were hazy with lust but this time you could see they weren't weirded out. 

'You sure,' I whispered, 'the ropes, what about your wrists'

'Don't touch them' she growled, 'fuck me now........here like this'

Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters. That is just what I did. And I'm not gonna tell you anymore details. Shit I think you heard enough. Oh, you insist? Well, we rolled so hard together we both us ended up off that board and in the mud and the weeds. She eventually ended up on top of me and she ground her mound away on me until we both came at the same time. We laughed a lot after that with our heads in the weeds. Like what the fuck was going on here sort of high-ness.

So, the tale ends. I have to spend some money each week up at Crumpys. I got me an auld lep in a permanent state of sozzlement in a locked outshed. I fear whatever evil he will concoct if he ever escapes those bonds of drunkenness I keep him in. But I got no hex on my garage anymore. Things is just back to normal. Well, okay then, they ain't quite the same.

I got me a certain customer, a Mrs. Christie, comes down about once a month and threatens me with the cops over the molestation of her two daughters. Claims she overheard them drunk one night talking about the funny time they had down at Craigs garage. Found themselves out back with no tights and no panties and when they got home they both had dirty hand marks on their pearly white backsides. She seen the photos they took and kept hidden. She comes down each month and says she going to the authorities unless I do what she says. It usually involves me tying her up, giving her a spanking (she seems to like that an awful lot) until she begs for me to ride her. I have to say I oblige her. 

Funny thing is, the other day, what Mrs.Christie don't know yet is this. Her daughters came down to see me with exactamundo the same complaint. Well, it weren't really a complaint. They said it was research, kinda in the line of Cinderella and who does the shoe fit. Then they showed me the photos. Of the handprints on their naked butts. Could zoom in on them with those flash camera phones they got now. Had the exact measurements of whoever had a hand that size and shape. Said they had suspects -- people with oily hands. Asked me ever so nice if they could measure my handprint. What could I do? I agreed. Then the pair of 'em turned around and lifted their skirts. I thought they were innocent girls really but they were both wearing thongs. They bent right down to the floor, and placed their legs a little apart so I got a keen view of what little material their thongs was covering, sitting their like two purses between the tops of tanned thighs, bursting with young pussy. Told me to go right ahead and place a hand on both their backsides. So what I did was thi......but, wait a minute...... that's a different story. I told you a pretty good one already, you wouldn't want to hear anymore now, would ya?