2 comments/ 21719 views/ 5 favorites Gemma Ch. 01 By: EdmundDorf Ch.01 – Sunbathing It was a hot, sunny day, unusually hot even for the height of an English summer. Gemma thought she'd dress to take advantage of the weather and wore a light cotton sundress, with a bright, eye-catching flowery pattern on it, long and billowy enough to conceal her legs and tummy, but low-cut enough to show off her cleavage. It made her feel sexy but was, she hoped, not unsuitable for a woman of her age, fifty. The straps of the dress failed to conceal the skimpy pink cotton bra she was wearing, with matching pants. Red leather high-heeled sandals completed her outfit, and a red handbag just big enough for her phone, wallet, book and sun lotion. Not at all practical, but she was dressing to look good and stay cool! Gemma walked to the park - it wasn't far - and found a suitably sunny spot where she could sit and read while catching the sun. A cooling breeze blew across the nearby river, and there were few people around, despite its closeness to the town centre. Still, she thought dismissively, most of the locals would be in the beer garden of the Wetherspoons or one of the other big, ghastly pubs that now dominated the high street. She hoped it wasn't too quiet later though, she'd like some appreciative glances at her curvaceous body... Gemma considered sitting on the grass but, worrying that it would stain her dress, sat on a bench. She put her handbag down beside her and got out the sun lotion. Having an 'English rose complexion' with pale skin complementing her silver-blonde hair, she needed the protection. She dabbed some lotion on her face and more into her bare arms. Then she delicately rubbed some onto her chest, massaging her boobs and allowing her mind to wander as she did so, imagining a tall dark handsome stranger forcing himself on her, turning her on while she pretended to resist... She didn't fantasise for too long though, there was plenty of time for that later in the day and besides, she had her book to get on with. So she opened her book, started reading, and was soon lost in a familiar world of romantic, Regency Bath. A couple of chapters later, Gemma was roused from her reverie by the sound of someone approaching along the river bank path, from the direction of town. She heard him before she saw him, and briefly wondered how someone could make so much noise on their own as he farted and belched as he came along, scuffing the gravelled path. Then he came into view and all her prejudices about the local inhabitants were confirmed. The first thing she noticed was that he was topless - barely dressed in fact, just some tatty cargo shorts and a pair of trainers. The next, that he was a bit older than her - in his fifties, she thought, and she really didn't want to see his bare torso - the greying chest-hair, pot belly and faded tattoos. If he'd been a fit twenty-something with a 'six-pack' she'd have forgiven it and enjoyed the view, but really... The man caught sight of her and slowed up, leering lasciviously as he looked her up and down. Oh dear, thought Gemma, although she wanted her looks to be appreciated she wanted a better audience than that. He winked at her and then to her horror, sat down on the bench beside her. Now she got a strong smell of alcohol and guessed he'd already been drinking his dole money. Gemma wrinkled her nose in disgust and concentrated on her book. However drunk he was, he picked up on her gesture. Stuck-up cow, he thought! How dare she ignore him? Fucking middle-class bitch thought she was better than him? He'd show her! "Good book, love?" He asked, giving Gemma a chance to redeem herself. Gemma ignored him, hoping he'd get bored. This might have worked with the men she usually mixed with (although they too would resent her for it) but this just antagonised her new companion, who continued talking. "I don't read much, me. Just magazines. Nuts, Zoo. Fiesta, Razzle." His choice of reading material confirmed all her prejudices. She stared at her book, ignoring him. "Oi, love, I'm talkin' to you! What's the matter, don't I talk posh enough for you?" Gemma didn't react, hoping he'd get bored and go away. "Fuckin' stuck-up cow! Look at me when I'm talkin' to you!" "How dare you!" She retorted. "Don't talk to me like that, I'm not one of your chavvy 'bitches'. Why don't you just fuck off and leave me alone?" "If I want to sit here I will, you don't own this fucking park, you cunt. I'll do what I fuckin' well want!" As if to illustrate his point, he unzipped his flies and flopped out his cock. Gemma couldn't help noticing its size, flaccid though it was. He noticed her gaze and sneered "gotcha attention now, ain't I? Can't take your eyes off it, can yer? Filthy cow!" Fixing his eyes on her, he began slowly stroking his shaft. His cock stiffened and grew. Gemma knew he was right, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Then he reached across and, grabbing a handful of her thick blonde hair, pulled her head towards his crotch, snarling "Here, Bitch! Have a closer look!" With that he stopped wanking and put his other hand behind her neck. Gemma put her hands up, as if to resist and push his arms away, but all she could do was grasp his forearms, noticing as she did how well-muscled he was. Gemma was powerless to resist as he pulled her towards him. Once his cock was right in her face, she opened her mouth and licked the tip of his cock. "You dirty slag!!" He exclaimed triumphantly. "I knew I was right, you were gagging for it. Fuckin' whore!" He pulled her towards him and she opened her mouth wide, letting his cock fill her mouth, it was a struggle getting it all in. Gemma had always loved giving blowjobs and couldn't help but enjoy this, however disgusting the man was. She leant closer to him and moved up and down his shaft, pulling back until only the head was in her mouth, pushing forwards until his pubes tickled her nose. Then he pushed her away, confusing Gemma. Surely she was doing it right? "Let's get more comfortable, love!" He explained, getting up and standing behind the bench, with his back to it. "Get your tits out!" He ordered, and Gemma meekly obeyed, unclipping her bra and letting it hang loose, and pulling the front of her dress down, letting her big, milky-white boobs flop out, the elasticated top of the dress pushing them proudly up. "What a pair!" He exclaimed. "Now come here and let me 'ave a feel" Gemma stood in front of him and, good as his word, he put his hands out and firmly groped her boobs, cupping them in his hands and squeezing. She hadn't expected any subtlety from him, but really! She had expected something more exciting than that. Belatedly, he gave her nipples a quick tweak before releasing them and pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel in front of him. "Start sucking!" He barked at Gemma, and she complied, getting her mouth round his cock again. She began slowly swallowing the length of it - too slowly for the man, who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her on to him. Gemma was powerless to resist and let him set the tempo of the face-fucking, faster than she was happy with. Hoping to speed him on to his orgasm, and the end of her ordeal, she started playing with his balls with one hand. "Yeah baby! Lick my balls!" He shouted, pulling her head back and removing his cock from her mouth. Her jaw ached, and with relief she leant nearer and started licking his balls, wrinkling her nose at the smell of his crotch, a mix of stale sweat and cheap deodorant. His cock slapped against her forehead, greased with her saliva. While she did this he reached down with one hand and started mauling her left boob. Although he was below average height, he must be built like an ape, she thought, his arms long enough to give him easy access to her breasts from where he was. He squeezed her whole boob, then concentrated on the nipple, pinching and pulling it up. Gemma enjoyed the almost painful feeling of her sensitive nipple being so roughly stimulated. Gemma moaned and he reacted, pinching and twisting her nipple until she gasped aloud. "Dirty bitch!" He grunted. "Keep licking!" She circled her tongue around his balls, then sucked one into her mouth, the odour of his pubes filling her nose. She stroked his shaft at the same time, hoping he wasn't far from coming. Then she felt the throbbing in his balls and cock and knew he was almost there. She hoped he didn't want to come in her mouth, she'd never let anyone do that before, not even her husband. It looked like she was going to be out of luck though as he grabbed her hair again and tugged her head back. "Open wide!" He ordered and then plunged his cock into her open, obedient mouth. He thrust in as far as he could, almost choking her, then as he started withdrawing, his cock started pulsing and a thick, heavy stream of cum shot out, some hitting the back of her throat before she knew what was happening, the salty rawness of it making her gag. Then to her relief his cock was out of her mouth - but still gushing spunk, which splashed over her lips and chin. Some dribbled down to her boobs, and yet more was deliberately squirted over them by him as he finished cumming. "Dirty slag! I knew you wanted it! Hope you're happy now." He said, his face red with the exertion. "What a fucking mess you are", he added, popping his rapidly-detumescing cock back into his shorts and quickly looking as though nothing had happened. He was right, thought Gemma, with cum on her lips, dribbling down her chin and splattered all over her bared breasts. She left her bra hanging loose and open, inside her dress, but pulled her dress up over her boobs and hoped the shoulder straps would keep her ample bosom on place. Gemma rubbed the cum into the exposed parts of her boobs, hoping it would look like sun lotion if anyone saw her before she got home. She scooped as much cum as she could from her face and sucked it from her fingers, feeling like such a slut as she savoured the taste of the stranger's spunk. He was watching her with interest. "You are a fuckin' dirty bitch, ain't you? I wanna fuck you senseless and teach you a lesson, but I've got to get home for lunch. I'll be seeing you around. Get ready for a good hard shag when I do!" Then he ambled off, as if nothing had interrupted his journey home. Gemma could guess just which council estate he lived on, everyone knew its reputation. It was halfway between town and her own home, but fortunately the inhabitants were drawn to the all-day pubs of the town centre and didn't venture near her own estate. She did feel dirty, but also thrilled by what had happened to her and the effect she'd had on the man. She also felt frustrated, all that cum over her and not even close to an orgasm herself. She sat down on the grass and put her hand up her dress, slipping her fingers past the waistband of her knickers. She had just started running her fingers over her pussy, preparing to slip one inside herself, when she became aware she was still being watched. She looked round and realised she was not alone. A young woman of maybe 20 was stood on the path, staring at her. She was a typical town slapper, overweight with folds of flab exposed between her cropped tee-shirt top and tracksuit bottoms. Greasy black hair tied in a ponytail and big hoop earrings framed her face. A cigarette completed the picture of a young chav-ette. "You fuckin' dirty slag! Showing' yerself off where kids could see you! You need to be taught a lesson alright!" With that, she started running at Gemma, as best she could being unfit and overweight. Gemma had time to make it to her feet before the girl was on her. The girl lashed out at her with her long, fake fingernails, close enough for Gemma to notice the lurid bright pink colour, but not close enough to connect. Somehow Gemma managed to side-step, while leaving a foot in the way to trip the girl and send her sprawling. She went down with a crash, and a lot of swearing. Flushed with adrenalin, Gemma contemplated following the girl down and beating her up, but she hadn't been in a fight since school, a long time ago, and didn't want to start again now. Besides, she'd be safe enough if she ran away now, the girl was in no condition to chase her. So run along the path she did, until the girl was out of sight, then she paused only to catch her breath before continuing jogging home, running to her front door before any of the neighbours saw her, and getting inside quickly. Locking the front door behind her, she stripped off and ran upstairs to the bathroom and ran herself a long hot bath... Gemma Ch. 02 Ch.02 - Noisy Neighbours It was eleven o'clock at night and Gemma had nearly got undressed, was wearing only her knickers in fact, and was lying on her bed, thinking about her morning, and masturbating, pushing two fingers slowly in and out of her cunt, feeling herself become wetter. She had just started rubbing her thumb across her clitoral hood, teasing out her clitoris, when she became aware of the noise coming from outside, a mix of shouting, or singing, and loud music. She tried to ignore it as she stimulated herself towards an orgasm, but it became too distracting and eventually she knew she wouldn't be able to come. Frustrated, she looked out of the window - kept open because of the hot summer weather, hence the noise coming in - and confirmed what she already knew, that it was coming from the flat across the road, the windows wide open and light flooding out. It belonged to Darren and Tracy, a particularly obnoxious couple prone to loud music and parties, and equally loud arguments. And, according to other neighbours, also loud make-up sex after arguments, with the curtains drawn back for everyone to see. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on and hadn't complained to them before, but her frustration at not being able to orgasm gave her the extra energy and she pulled on her dressing gown and went downstairs, taking the key from the front door as she slipped her sandals on and went to complain. Gemma marched across the road towards Darren and Tracy's flat. Now the noise was almost deafening, loud music and male voices shouting - or were they just talking loudly over the music? She couldn't hear Tracy's piercing shrill though, maybe she was out. But then, who was there? There were only two voices, not enough for a party surely? She banged on the door, knowing from experience that ringing the doorbell wouldn't work. Before too long a silhouette blocked the light shining through the glazed door and it was flung open. It was Darren. As usual, Gemma thought he was quite handsome, being six feet tall, muscly, short dark hair, in his mid-twenties she guessed. Also as usual, he was drunk, the can of Stella in his hand by no means his first of the evening. "What the fuck do you want?" He shouted at Gemma, partly to be heard over the music but mostly because that was his usual manner. "I'd like you to keep the noise down." Replied Gemma, doing her best to remain polite. "Some of us were in bed" she continued, indicating her dressing gown. Of course, she wasn't going to tell him what she was doing in bed! "So I can see! You wanna come in and talk, or stay outside while the neighbours gawp? I see old Bert up there is having a good look down your tits!" He said, gesturing at a house across the street. Gemma looked up and sure enough, there was her elderly neighbour leering down at her from his bedroom window. Her dressing gown was on the small side and she was showing off plenty of cleavage. She hurried into the hallway, not wanting to be seen by all the nosy neighbours in the close. The door clicked shut behind her but she didn't worry, she could open it again and leave as soon as she wanted, couldn't she? "You're making too much noise and disturbing the whole close." Gemma complained. "So fucking what? Not my problem if you're having an early night. What you gonna do about it? Ring our landlord again?" That was exactly what Gemma had intended to do, not that it had done much good in the past. But riled by his arrogance, she responded "No, I'll call the police!" She was going to continue when they were interrupted by a shouted question from upstairs. "Who is it, Daz?" "Just a neighbour, dad. She's complaining about the noise" "Fucking busy-bodies! Let me come down and have a word with her. No one tells me to be quiet!" Gemma looked up the stairs, prepared to complain about the language, when she recognised the figure descending. It was the man from the morning who'd forced himself on her! In his drunken state, it took him a moment to recognise her. "Fucking Hell! It's the slag I was telling you about, son!" Gemma's stomach turned at the thought of the disgusting older man talking about her to his son. "The dirty cow!" The older man continued. "She was gagging for it." "You came all over her tits? You lucky bastard! I hadn't noticed how big they were before" "Yeah! Get her dressing gown off and we can both have a good look" At his dad's request, Darren quickly pulled the belt off Gemma's gown, before she could do anything about it. It fell open at the front, exposing her before Darren continued, pulling the dressing gown back and off her arms. Gemma briefly struggled but he was so quick and strong that the gown was back and entrapping her arms before she could do anything about it. Then with a quick tug, Darren pulled it off completely and she stood there, naked except for her skimpy knickers. "Phroar, what a pair!" Exclaimed Darren. "Here Dad, take her dressing gown upstairs. She won't be leaving without it!" He handed the gown up to his dad who took it up and quickly returned, not wanting to miss the action. Gemma was stood in front of the father and son, attempting to hide her modesty with arms folded against her ample chest. She knew she couldn't leave without getting her dressing gown back, too many neighbours would see her, and was somewhat excited by being at the mercy of the two men. Maybe she was going to get her orgasm tonight! "What a dirty old slag" said the older man. "Coming outside dressed like that. Would you let your wife go out like that, Daz?" "No I fucking wouldn't, Dad! With her tits hanging out, and no bra. Fuckin' whore's asking for it" "Here love, don't be shy! Let's have a good look at 'em" ordered the older man. Gemma shook her head, although she was excited thinking that they wanted to see her boobs she didn't want to make it too easy for them. Then Darren grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms apart and pushed them to her sides. "There you are Dad! Have a good look now!" Darren moved behind Gemma and stood close behind her. He put his arms round her, trapping her arms by her side, cupping her breasts in his hands and pushing them up and out on front of her. "I don't just want to look, son!" Replied the older man as he approached Gemma and bent towards her. Then to her disgust he slobbered all over them, running his tongue across her chest and slurping away, not getting anywhere near her nipples, which she would at least have found exciting. It was made more disgusting by the thought that it was his son who holding her breasts at the same time. Gemma started wriggling her arms, trying to get them loose and push the dirty old man away from her. She almost succeeded but again Darren was too powerful for her, grabbing both her wrists in his right hand, leaving his left free to grab her right boob. He squeezed her whole breast with his fingers, trapping her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This left her left tit free and the old man fell on it hungrily, holding it up with both hands and sucking at a mouthful of nipple and breast-flesh. Gemma found herself getting turned on by this treatment, despite herself, and moaned with pleasure. "You dirty old slag!" Hissed Darren in her ear. "You're loving this!" Then he took his hand off her boob and shoved it between her legs, pushing aside her knickers. His fingers roughly probed her pussy and found she was already wet with anticipation, her body betraying her protests. "Let's get this slag upstairs to the bedroom, Dad! She's ready for a good hard shagging!" Darren then pulled her knickers down to her ankles, leaving her naked. The older man almost ran up the stairs, so eager was he, and when Darren released her wrists Gemma didn't try to escape, but stepped out of her knickers and sandals and followed up the stairs, closely followed by Darren, who spanked her bottom on the way. On the landing, Darren pushed Gemma ahead of him into the bedroom. It was a small flat and the double bed took up most if the room, with just enough space for a chest of drawers, on top of which an old sound system was pumping out the music. The bed had black sheets and a black duvet cover with a big gold playboy bunny logo on it. How typical, Gemma thought to herself. She briefly wondered how Tracy put up with it before remembering she was just as classless and skanky herself. Also on the bed was the now-naked older man. He was sat up with his back in the headboard, slowly wanking himself and his cock was now full, stiff and bigger than Gemma could remember from the morning. Her eyes must have widened with surprised as he noticed her reaction, saying "Yeah, darlin', this is all for you!" "What makes you think I want to come back for more?" Asked Gemma, surprising herself with her defiance. "'Cos you're a dirty old slapper who needs a good seeing-to!" He retorted. "And I'm having you whether you like it or not! Starting with a tit-fuck!" "Fuck you!" replied Gemma, although she knew what he meant, she'd never given one before and didn't see what was in it for her. "Fuck me? Fuck you, more like!" Shouted the older man as he got up from the head of the bed. At the same time, Darren gave Gemma a hard shove from behind and she fell onto the bed. Before she could do anything else, Darren turned her over onto her back and held her down by the hips. Then the older man jumped on her and straddled her chest, his cock pointing upwards between her tits. With Gemma pinned down by the weight of his dad, Darren released his hold on her and knelt beside the bed, in front of her open legs. He spat on her cunt and started roughly probing it with his fingers, pulling her lips apart with one hand while pushing two fingers deep inside her. He moved his fingers in and out, together and apart, and Gemma was getting quite excited. Excited enough to ignore what the dirty old man was doing to her, as he pushed her boobs together and ploughed his cock in between them, getting ever more excited. Gemma began to like her boobs being used like that, but needed extra stimulation so she started playing with her nipples, squeezing them and rolling them between her fingers. Suddenly the man stopped tit-fucking her and got up off her, saying "I've come over your tits once today! Now I want to come inside you!" Darren got up too, taking his fingers from her cunt. "Turn over and let my dad fuck you like the bitch you are!" He ordered, and Gemma did just that, kneeling in front of the man and supporting herself on her hands, her big breasts drooping down beneath her. She was positioned so that the old man could kneel on the bed behind her, while Darren could stand in front of her. He started fondling her dangling tits, tweaking and pulling her nipples. While Gemma was enjoying having her boobs fondled she forgot about the older man, but was then rudely reminded of him when he thrust his cock hard into her wet pussy, penetrating her as far as he could. She gasped loudly and the man grunted in unison. Then he started fucking her hard, drawing back until his cock was nearly out of her, then pushing forward again until she felt his balls slap against her. Darren let go of her boobs which swung wildly with each thrust into her body. "Here dad, have something to hang on to!" He said, and his dad responded, crudely grabbing her left tit and squeezing. How she wished he was playing with her nipples like his son had! Darren stood in front of her now, stroking his cock and waving it towards her mouth. "Go on son! Get it down her throat" the old man urged. The words repulsed Gemma but the idea didn't and she opened wide and allowed Darren to guide his cock into her mouth. She steadied herself with one hand on the bed and held onto Darren with the other. Darren grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and used it to pull her towards him, filling her mouth with his cock. The older man was obviously concentrating on this as he lost his rhythm and slowed right down. "Yeah! Spit-roast!" He shouted at his son. "Time to spit-roast the fat pig!" Darren replied, to Gemma's disgust. "You're lucky you can't see her fat belly from there, Dad!" The older man took his hand away from her boob and moved it down to her waist. First he squeezed her tummy and then he slapped it hard a couple of times. 'Fucking fat pig! Oink oink oink!' Gemma felt humiliated, she thought they'd fancied her more than that, and tried to get Darren's cock out of her mouth. This only made him hold her jaw from beneath and force his cock down her throat, until his pubic hair brushed against her nose. The father resumed thrusting in and out of her again, as the son started fucking her mouth, holding her jaw open as he did. Gemma was losing herself in the moment, enjoying being the object of all this male attention, when they were rudely interrupted. The bedroom door crashed open and there was Tracy! The music must have drowned out the sound of her opening the front door and coming up the stairs, and there she was, still dressed from work, a plain white blouse and short black skirt, fishnet tights and black leather high-heeled shoes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back tight, giving her a hard expression accentuated by her furious screaming, directed mostly at Gemma. "You fucking bitch! Coming in my house and screwing my husband and father, on my bed! I'll fucking murder you!" Darren quickly withdrew from Gemma's mouth, although his cock was still erect as he held it, obviously not too concerned by his wife's wrath. His dad though was even less perturbed and kept fucking Gemma from behind. Tracy reached forward and grabbed Gemma's tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them hard, digging her long, fake fingernails into them, twisting them as she did and causing Gemma to cry out in pain. "Did that hurt? It's what you deserve, bitch, and that's just the start!" Then Tracy turned to her husband and asked accusingly "you haven't fucked her, have you?" "No dear, just helping my dad out with a spit-roast!" "Good, I want your cock in my cunt, not anyone else's! Fuck me now!" Darren responded by undressing his wife, letting her clothes fall to the floor, followed by her underwear. "Let's do it doggy-style, so we can watch your dad fuck the bitch at the same time!" "Dad, get her on her back so we can have a better view!" With that, the older man pulled out of Gemma, pulled her over by the shoulders and threw her back down on the bed. Then he got between her legs and pushed his big stiff cock into her wet cunt again, pushing up into her as far as he could. Then he resumed fucking her with long, hard slow strokes again. Meanwhile, Tracy bent over the bed and Darren got behind her. He massaged her tits, so much smaller and less satisfying than Gemma's, and then guided his cock into her cunt, she was already wet with anticipation. "Yes!" Shouted Tracy. "Fuck me now!" Darren did just that, knowing just the rhythm that his wife loved. He felt round with his hand and started rubbing her clitoral mound. Meanwhile Gemma was being fucked by the older man, her legs wide open as she lay there, helpless. Then Tracy put her hands out and started mauling Gemma's boobs again, pinching her nipples and digging her fingernails in. Gemma cried out with pain. The old man laughed at this, saying "Squeal, piggy!" and started pumping with more urgency. Gemma could tell he was about to come, and as he did just that he pulled his cock out of her, spraying most of his spunk over her body. Thick globules of it matted in her pubic hair, and yet more of it splashed up over her tummy and pooled in her belly button. A few drops splattered her tits. Gemma was turned on by having made him come so copiously, but was not much nearer her own orgasm. The older man got up, flicking a few remaining drops of cum over Gemma's thighs. Frustrated, Gemma ran her fingers through her pubes, now hot and sticky with cum, and masturbated herself to a satisfying and long-delayed orgasm. As her body shook, she was barely aware of Darren and Tracy. Tracy had obviously reached her own climax as she screamed "YESSSS!" and squeezed even harder on Gemma's sore boobs. Darren was next to cum but when he was about to, Tracy shouted "Not in me!" at him. He withdrew and Tracy moved to one side, saying "let her have it!" Darren aimed a jet of spunk at Gemma, hitting her fully in the face. The hot, creamy semen coated her forehead and splashed into her eyes, half-blinding her when she failed to blink in time. More splattered in her hair, gumming it together. "What a fucking mess!" Sneered Tracy. "Here, let me help clean it off!" With that , she leant over Gemma and spat straight into Gemma's face, some of her spit dribbling down into Gemma's open mouth. Then Tracy got up off the bed and fished around in her handbag, discarded earlier when she'd entered the room. Finding her phone, she clicked on to the camera app and took photos of Gemma helpless below her, concentrating on close ups of Gemma's spunk-splattered pubes, floppy pubes and finishing in her cum-drenched face, the flash leaving bright spots in her eyes just as she'd recovered from the spunk in them. "There! Something to remember this by!" Said Tracy, triumphantly. She continued "You'd better not forget I've got these pictures, bitch! Best you don't annoy me, who knows where they'll turn up!" Gemma gulped. She couldn't think know how she'd get them back, but she'd have to find a way. "Better clean yourselves up, lads! Wipe yourselves down with the slag's dressing gown. Then you can see her home when you go, Lee. Me and Daz need to have a serious talk". Darren picked up Gemma's gown and wiped his groin on the inside of it before handing it to his dad, Lee (now Gemma knew his name). Then Lee did the same, before getting dressed, just his shorts again, despite the time of night it was. "Come on love, let me walk you to your door! I'm a gentleman you know" he said to Gemma, winking broadly. Gemma wrapped the dressing gown round her, feeling how sticky it was but not caring, or bothering to find her knickers. Then Lee grabbed her arm and dragged her downstairs, saying "See ya son! We must do this again!" And gave an evil chuckle. Gemma hoped the neighbours had gone to bed by the time they got to the door. She didn't want anyone to see her walking across the close with this disgusting old man. She might have made it home un-noticed but when they got to her front path he collided with a wheels bin, sending it crashing across the gravel. "Sorry darling" he stage-whispered, far louder than if he'd spoken normally. Then, just as Gemma could see bedroom lights coming on from the corner of her eye, Lee grabbed her hard and French-kissed her, his tongue worming into her mouth. He pulled back and said "Goodnight love! See you soon!" Gemma finally got to her front door, to her relief found the key in her gown pocket and quickly got inside and locked it behind her, before Lee could follow her. Then she went upstairs and collapsed on her bed, still sticky and stained, wondering how much trouble she was in and what she would do when her husband returned from his business trip.