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Gina's Life Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



This story was written a few years ago, it has been collecting dust or what ever computer files collect when they are stored in a computer. The story isn't all hearts and flowers. It deals with a wide range of tough issues over the 11 chapters, a bit like real life. Hopefully some of you will enjoy it and stay until the end. Those of you who read Gina's wedding know how her life ends up, this is the story of how she got there. 

All those involved in any sexual activity in this story are 18, or older. 

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Maria and I are best friends, and we have been (on and off) since we were both 5 years old. Maria is two months older than me, and what I am going to tell you started just after my 18th birthday. My name is Gina by the way. 

It all started with Maria whispering with two of the boys at school. When she told me what they had asked I couldn't believe it, but, a few days later, and after Maria kept on at me, I agreed, anyway lunchtimes at school were really quite boring. So there we were sat against a wall at the far end of the school, well out the way of the teachers. 

"Go on then, show us."

Maria and I looked at each other. 

"You first," I whispered.

She looked up at the four 18 year olds from our class. I watched her pull her skirt up.

"Okay, your turn Gina," William said.

I looked at Maria and gulped a little. She nodded slowly trying to encourage me. I looked back at the four eager faces. Two of the boys I didn't even like, but the thought of doing this had grown in my head over the last few days. Maria and I had talked about it quite a lot, and it got me pretty excited. I inched my skirt up and watched their eyes dropped to my white cotton panties, partially hidden under my black tights. We just sat there staring at each other, while the boys looked from one pair of panties to the other. 

"Can we see your pussy?" Colin asked.

Before we could decided the bell went, and we all had to get back to class. The boys went on ahead, and Maria and I followed at a distance. 

"Gina, I got kind of wet, does that make me a slut?"

"Fuck I don't know. Still, I did get quite a rush lifting my skirt like that. Maybe we are both sluts. But I don't want them seeing me in my granny knickers again."

"Yeah, we'll have to wear something special. We could get some hold up stockings after school too, what do you reckon?" Maria asked.

"Okay. Maria, did you really get wet?"

She stopped by a doorway and glanced around. She pulled my arm, dragging me back out of sight. She pulled up her grey school skirt. Maria gave me a little embarrassed smile, as she took my finger in her free hand, and then trailed it up the front of her wet panties. I gulped and looked in her eyes. Her mouth hung open a little. I cupped her pussy, and at the same time I felt her inch my skirt up.

"You are wet too," she whispered, and then bit her bottom lip.

"We ought, to go," I stammered. 

We walked back to class with a foot gap between us, we usually locked arms. Both of us said nothing, but I knew we were thinking about the same thing. 

By the end of school our little exploration of each other was put to the back of our minds. We went and bought hold up stockings, and some sexy little knickers. The next day it was a struggle keeping our panties and stocking tops hidden under our short school skirts. But even that sort of got me horny. Walking up the stairs during class change, we could hear little comments and whistles. Maria would just spin round and stick her finger up. But even she admitted it was quite something, teasing the little perverts with an up skirt show of stockings and panties.

By the end of that week we were far more confident in front of the boys, which had now grown from four to seven! We started really experimenting with our makeup too. Well, we wanted to get the best guys we could, so a little more daring or thicker makeup would help things along. So, there we were, sat there on Friday with our skirts up around our waists. In front of us were seven sets of hungry eyes taking it all in. It was fun watching the boys nudging each other out of the way to get the best view, but underneath our little giggles I think we both got quite turned on. It sort of made me feel like a goddess, with humble servants and shit like that. 

"So, can we see your pussy then?"

"Only if we see your dicks first," Maria replied, after a few moments.

The boys mumbled amongst each other. 

"Okay, but we have to see you, or it isn't fair," William said.

I looked at Maria and we both nodded. Two minutes later we were staring at 7 cocks, I was amazed by the difference in them. Some of the boys glanced at each other's. 

"Fuck, Colin you fag, stop looking at my dick," Derek snapped. 

Maria nudged me, which several of the boys noticed too. She put her hand up next to my ear and whispered to me.

"Gina, look at William's dick, it is fucking enormous."

I looked at William Wood. The name sort of went with his dick. He just stood there with a big smug grin. Several of the boys looked at him too. All the time he just stood there, grinning.

"Hey, are we going to see some pussy then?" Derek asked.

"Did you do it?" Maria whispered. 

"Yeah, and did you?"

She nodded.

I will never forget the looks the boys had on their faces. There they were staring at newly trimmed pussy. We both had our panties round our left ankles, and our legs slightly open. 

"Fuck, real pussy!" Mark gasped.

"Can you, like, well, open them, a bit?" Frank asked.

Again Maria and I looked at each other.

"You first," I mumbled.

"No you," she replied quickly.

"Let's do it together then, Okay?"

We looked back up at the boys and slowly opened our legs further. I watched eyes widening and mouths dropping even more. All the boys seemed to lean forward, slowly and together.

"Fucking hell," I snapped.

"Sorry, I just, popped," Colin said with embarrassment.

"Oh that is fucking gross!" Maria snapped.

"Maria, it is my fucking leg he squirted on! I can't go back into class with fucking spunk on my leg!" I shrieked in panic.

"Stop laughing you lot. Or you don't get to see any fucking thing next week!" Maria snapped, at the now dispersing boys. 

Maria started wiping my leg with a tissue. 

"Does it stain?" I asked.

She stopped wiping and looked up at me. Her face seemed to be confused.

"I don't know, but it's coming off, fuck, is it sticky," she said with a chuckle.

"What is it?" I asked, noting how she had stopped. 

She started smiling.

"So, this is what sex is all about, getting boys to shoot so we can have babies to repopulate the world."

"I hope they aren't all like Colin. If boys can't wait until they stick it up you we'll never have babies."

We laughed and giggled. 

Things had changed now, we were suddenly aware of the power we had over boys. We talked about it that night in my bedroom. If Colin fired off just looking at us, then we must be the hottest girls in the school. Unless he just couldn't control his dick?

My stepfather looked in on us and we clammed up.

"Everything okay girls?" he asked.

"Can't you knock before you come barging in?" I spat.

"Hey, he only asked," Maria said, with a wink at him.

"Don't Maria, he really gets on my nerves," I whispered, as the door closed.

I didn't like Andrew my stepfather very much. My real dad did a runner when I was 3 or 4. Mum used to go out quite a lot after that. I would wake up, usually on a Sunday morning, and see some guy walking away from the house. But Andrew was one of a rare breed, by that I mean he was there for breakfast. After that he would turn up from time to time and take her out. I suppose because I had mum to myself for 6 years after dad fucked off, I wasn't ready to share her with some bloke, and wearing that grotty bridesmaid dress when I was 11 put the nail in the coffin.

Things at school carried on the same over the next two weeks. But by the third week things had changed, for a start we were up to 11 boys! All the same age as we were, but we needed something in return now, especially as the boys wanted more from us. The next week the boys held out until Wednesday, before giving in to our demands. The Thursday session started with them passing on the fags and the money we had requested. But they wanted more of a show in return. So there we were blouses open and not a bra in sight! Maria has big tits, well, she is nearly a D cup, and I am just about a C, mind you she is a little fatter than me, but she is just as pretty. She is the sort of girl that you overlook her slightly plump figure, because she is pretty and fun to be with. Some 25 year old guy at the garage wants to date her, and I think she will, when she has finished teasing him. She has black hair, and quite a nice tan. Her mum said she had child bearing hips once, and I suppose she has.

I'm 5'8" tall, an inch taller Maria, I'm slimmer too, and I've got better legs than her. Well that is what I think, and I've got brown hair, but I just wish I could tan like her. Still, my nose is better, well smaller than hers. I have brown eyes, she has green.

Anyway there we were with our tits hanging out. Already the boys had lumps in their trousers, and that is where we insisted they stayed. I didn't want Colin spurting his stuff everywhere again!

Our skirts inched up slowly. I was wearing honey coloured hold ups, and Maria had black ones on. The gasps and the fidgeting steadily grew as our stocking tops came into view. By the time the boys had seen we were not wearing panties, two or three of them started groaning, and grabbing their groins. Maria and I just sat there holding hands with our legs bent at the knees, and open a little. 

"Touch your pussy," Derek croaked, as his hand jiggled about in his pocket.

"Fuck, spread them apart, please girls?" Mark begged.

Maria and I look at each other. 

"Shall we do what we talked about?" I asked her.

"Holy fucking mother!" Barry shrieked.

He was immediately kicked and told to shut up by several of the boys. His eyes returned to what had caused him to be so shocked. Maria was rolling my pussy lips with her fingers, and I was doing the same to her!

I gasped a little as her finger pushed into my wet hole. Again more gasps and rubbing of trousers started. 

Poor Colin panted and grunted, and then filled his trousers. He couldn't take the snaking tongues that Maria and I swapped!

So there we were, two horny schoolgirls, playing with each other, kissing and fondling breasts and pussy all at the same time!

It really didn't matter about the boys watching now. Maria and I were so far into what we were doing we just didn't care. All I was thinking about was how juicy my friend was. My fingers seemed to be dipping into a honey pot! I was doing to her pussy all the things I liked to do to mine. I just hoped it had the same effect on her. 

I think the boys were dropping like flies now. I could hear gasping grunts, and they were swearing under their breath. 

I was getting really worked up by now, but I didn't think Maria was as far gone as me. I was sucking her tongue eagerly, and almost squealing in her mouth. Her fingers rubbed away, finding every horny part of my wet pussy. 

"Fucking hell, look at them, fucking look at them!" Derek groaned excitedly. 

"Wow, look at Gina's legs go," Barry gasped.

I had to break for air. My legs were thrashing about and I had stopped trying to do anything for my friend. 

"Come on then you cunt," she whispered, so only I could hear, "come you fucking slut."

I shuddered and closed my eyes tight. I had slipped down the wall now, and I knew my legs were spread wider than ever before.

"Shit, can you hear her pussy squelch?" an excited boy whimpered with lust.

"Fuck, the bell," another boy hissed.

Maria pulled me to my shaking feet. The boys had long gone. I found it a little hard to look her in the eye. Not only that, but my fingers were trembling so much she had to do my blouse up. 

I never considered myself gay at the time, or afterwards. It was just two horny schoolgirls experimenting, besides, I had more than enough boys and men after that, but yeah, I did enjoy it.

The following week Maria went to see her sick grandmother. So there I was on my own with all the boys. I guess I thought I could manage on my own, naive I guess you would call it. But on Friday, after four days of teasing them, I didn't see any harm in letting them kiss me one at a time. 11 boys lined up, and the first 3 kissed me for a minute. The fourth shoved his hand up my skirt while we kissed. I tried to fend him off, but I gave up pretty quick. Still, before he could get in my knickers he was dragged off by the next eager boy. Now while I didn't want their fingers in my pussy, I was quite happy to let them get at my tits. But the further down the line of eager young males I got, my pussy became fair game too!

"Please, I think we should slow down a little," I mumbled.

My blouse ended up on the ground, and my wet panties down to my ankles. While Graham was sticking his tongue in my throat, his finger up my pussy, and his other hand was mauling my tits, my panties were pulled from under my feet. I never did get them back, and with what happened next it was the least of my worries! 

As Graham reluctantly got hauled back, Derek took over, he started kissing me and he wrapped my hand around something warm and lifelike! It was the first cock I had ever touched, and under his direction I started pumping it! My grey school skirt was now down at my feet, and a second hand dived into my pussy!

"Go on, fucking get her to come," someone hissed.

I whimpered a little as he started finger me harder and deeper. I guess they had been encouraged by the boy who spoke. But while I was dripping and loving the attention, I knew my pussy was the first they had probably got at!

I gave up trying to help them, and I slumped back against the wall. When I opened my eyes and saw two boys ramming a finger each into my wet cunt, my eyes filled with a deep glaze. So I just let them carry on doing what they wanted to. Now and then I looked at the boys who stood there watching. The concentration and excitement written all over their faces got me even hornier. 

Again I was saved by the bell. But I was so messed up it took me ages to get to class. As I walked in everyone had started work. I sat down next to Lucy, and opened my book. She gave me a strange little smile that had me wondering. I was soon looking round the rest of the class. Jackie winked at me, and I could tell from the little smirking faces everyone knew about lunchtime.

When Maria came back the following week she was quite pissed off when she heard I went solo. But lunchtime came, and we went to our usual spot.

"Oh fucking hell," she said.

"Oh my god, look at them all!"

"We are going to need help."

We turned to each other and she got out her phone.

5 minutes later Lucy appeared. She didn't even stop to talk to us; she walked past us licking her fucking lips! 

I lost count of the boys who got to kiss and grope me. But after a few moments I felt something being forced between my legs. I remember pulling Darren's hair trying to get him off. 

"Fuck, what's up with you?" he snapped.

It was then I caught sight of Lucy. She was letting William fuck her, while she had Mike's cock in her mouth!

"Fuck you then," Darren moaned.

He got up and went over to Lucy and put his hard cock in her hand. Even without knowing who it was she started jerking it. Then she took Mike out of her mouth and started sucking Darren!

At least Maria and I had some morals, well that was what I thought, until I looked at Maria and saw her legs wrapped around Greg's back! He was humping her faster and faster. She had a look of pain on her face, but she was grabbing his ass pulling him deeper into her.

I started kissing James, but when he found out he couldn't fuck me he pulled away. So there I was sat alone, as my two friends had boys cuing up to fuck them.

"So where did you go?" Maria asked.

"Fucking hell, don't you think that went too far?"

"Oh poor little virgin, don't tell us you are saving yourself," Lucy said with a chuckle.

"Fuck off, Airhead! I'm not a virgin, okay?" I hissed.

"Who have you had then?"

"A, boy," I replied.

"Which one did you then?" Lucy asked with a sneer.

Maria pulled me off just before I got Lucy to the ground by her hair. When I got to class Lucy was sat next to Maria in my seat. I just glared at my ex friends and went and sat next to Lee. God was I fucking fuming now.

"Hello," Lee said tentatively.

I just raised my eyebrows and huffed, as I threw my books on the desk. After school I walked down the road with Lee. I was still bloody mad and not really caring who was beside me. 

"Do, you want a coke, or something?"

"Fuck off Lee," I snapped, but then I suddenly changed my mind, "um, yeah, okay."

I had just seen Maria, Lucy, Jackie, and another girl in my class, walking on the other side of the road with 6 boys. I guess Lee wasn't that bad to been seen with, even if he was a little strange. We got a coke and sat on a wall.

"Gina, I, um, don't want anything, you know, sex. I just want to talk to you. Is that okay?"

I nodded, still more concerned with seeing those bitches going up the alley towards the old garage.

"What is it like? You know, when you let boys touch you?"

I gave him my nasty look, like he had just farted or something. He swallowed and looked away.

"I just wondered, that's all," he mumbled.

"Fucking hell, walk me home, I'm not in the mood for this crap," I snapped.

When I got to my gate Lee said something. I wasn't really listening I just waved at him without looking at him at went in.

Oh Jesus, here we go I thought. The arguing stopped when I went into the lounge. My school bag hit the floor and my blazer followed. I flumped down in the chair and put the telly on. I could feel eyes watching me. I looked up, and both my mum and my stepfather just looked down at me. I huffed.

"Fine, I'll go to my room," I hissed.

"And pick up your bag and blazer," Andrew snapped.

I looked back at him and stuck my tongue out. I stepped over each item and left them there.

"Gina, do as Andrew asked," mum shouted.

Too late, I was already halfway up the stairs.

"Why should I? You never do," I shot back down the stairs.

The arguing started again, and I had to turn the telly in my bedroom up to hear Hollyoaks. When I went downstairs a little later they had stopped arguing.

"So you are doing another cruise then?"

Mum nodded. 

"And how long is it going to be this time?" I asked, and then took a bite of an apple.

"Well, um, a month, but it is on one of the big liners. I'll be singing in front of hundreds of people. The money will be good too."

"Mum, you can't leave me for a month! I'll have to put up with him sulking again, and his grizzling if I don't wash up."

"Gina, please, can't you let me live my dream a little?"

I watched Andrew appear in the kitchen. He looked down at his feet with his hands in his pockets.

"Shouldn't you be stood by the door?" I said.

I watched his brow furrow as I walked past him.

"What do you mean by that?" he said, following me to the hall.

"Well, it seems we have two doormats," I snapped, plonking my half eaten apple in his hand.

I could see the rage in his eyes. I left him there, and started going up the stairs back to my room.

"Enjoying the view, pervert?" I called back down the stairs, without turning round.

Mum bought me a few things, to soften the blow about her going away. But to be honest I was more concerned with getting back at Lucy and Maria. I knew Lucy had just started dating Nick, but I knew he fancied me. I sort of rubbed it in just before Lucy's date with him to the pictures.


Gina's Life Ch. 01



"God Gina, that wasn't very nice. She really likes Nick," Maria moaned.

"Well a little bird told me you went out with him last week," I said, enjoying watching her face drop.

"We just bumped into each other," she replied.

"Yeah, right, at the pictures? Did you see any of the film?"

She shrugged.

"He hasn't got much anyway. It wasn't really worth it."

We started smiling at each other. 

Mum had been away a week, and Andrew was no company. I just happened to bump into Nick, after waiting nearly 20 minutes outside the school. 

"Hi Gina, what are you doing here?"

I gave him my cute smile, "I left a book at school. I need it to revise. Hey, you are good at history; can you come to my house and help me?"

"I, um, I'm supposed to be meeting Lucy," he mumbled.

"Yeah, I saw Lucy, she has got a headache. I told her I'd tell you. She can't see you tonight."

I gave him a cigarette and smiled sweetly.

"Well, okay, but I can't stay late."

"No that's cool, besides mum is away, and Andrew is working late, so we won't be disturbed," I said, as I handed him my school bag to carry.

We went up to my bedroom, and sat next to each other on the bed.

"Nick, are you hot? I'm hot. I mean, I know you are going out with Lucy, and I'm not trying anything on."

Nick's eyes opened wide as my blouse hit the floor. I sat back down and leaned into to him. My bra covered breast rubbed up his bare arm a little. 

"Say if I'm too close, won't you?"

He gulped and looked into my eyes. I parted my painted lips and moved a little closer. 

"You did ask me out before you asked Lucy out. I'm not trying to take you off her. But you did go to the flicks with Maria, didn't you?" I purred.

I don't think he was concentrating on what I was saying. He seemed more interested in watching my bra straps, and then my bra cups, being pulled down to my waist!

"I'm just hot Nick, if you know what I......"

I couldn't finish what I was saying, due to the mouth that covered mine. Got you, I thought, as we fell back onto the bed. The heavy petting lasted for a few minutes. Then Nick pulled up and I watched his fingers fumbling with his flies, he half rolled a condom on before he suddenly stopped. He looked down at me.

"Oh, can I, um, fuck you?"

I gulped a little and took a deep breath.

"Yeah, but you'll have to go gently," I mumbled.

"Oh, are you a virgin?"

"No, I'm not a fucking virgin," I spat indignantly.

"Lucy said you...."

"Well she is wrong. No, I'm a little sore from last night. This bloke I know fucked me. His dick is around 10 inches long you know?"

I watched Nick look down to his cock.

"Oh, I guess I'm a little small then. Its only 4 ½ inches," he mumbled.

"Size isn't everything. It is what you do with it that counts," I said sweetly.

I braced myself a little as he pushed into me.

"You sure are tight," he panted.

"Am I?" I almost squealed.

He started pushing in and out. I held his head over my shoulder. Well I didn't want him seeing the look on my face.

I felt a little sore for a while, but gradually the pain started to fade. Nick seemed quite happy too, and even though he didn't have much between his legs, he certainly lasted longer than I thought he would.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I gushed, "I mean, yeah it isn't bad."

He started banging me harder, and I bit my lip a little. 

So there we were bonking away on my little single bed. When out of the corner of my eye I noticed an eyeball staring through the crack in the door. I just let Nick carry on. Well he was close to shooting, judging by the panting and grunting getting heavier in my ear. I closed my eyes, waiting for Andrew to come in and pull Nick off, but, he didn't, nor did he move away from the door!

So my perverted stepfather wanted a little show did he?

I was sure he didn't realise I had noticed him watching. Well all I could see was his eyeball, at the hinge end of the door.

"Go on harder Nick, come on, it's not Lucy you are fucking now. I'm better than her aren't I?"

"Fuck, yeah," he replied, after I had pulled his hair.

I knew Andrew could hear everything, and it sort of gave me a real rush. 

"Go on then fill me up, do it in me, like all the guys do!" I growled.

That was it. He juddered and groaned as he filled the condom. 

As he pulled out my mind was on my hurting pussy, and the eyeball that had now left the crack in the door.

Andrew had crept out by the time I shoved Nick out of the house. He kept going on about wanting to date me. But I declined several times. In the end I had to be blunt, I told him he was a little too small for me, but he was quite good. He sort of went down the path with his head hung low. The bastard! He should have been forever grateful that he had fucked the hottest girl in the school!



Gina's Life Ch. 02



Andrew didn't say anything when he came in that night. So I decided to keep quiet myself. I lay in the bath soaking my aches away, while he watched telly downstairs. I just wondered if we were thinking about the same thing.

That night in bed I lay awake for ages. My pussy was fine now, and I was idly playing with her. After a while I could hear little grunts from the next room. It sort of turned me on even more, knowing he was touching himself, and probably thinking of me getting fucked.

By the end of the week Nick had dumped Lucy. He accused her of fucking around on him. The silly bitch was still getting it down the quiet end of the school. She had moved into my seat next to Maria. I guess I had to do something to break things up. So with a heavy heart I told Mrs Jordan about the things going on down the end of the school. She promised me that she would never tell a living soul who told her. So off went the teacher with two others she rounded up. 27 boys and 3 girls were lined up in front of the headmaster's office that lunchtime. 

I walked Maria home afterwards, handing her tissue after tissue. The headmaster had decided to put all those involved on report, but Maria told me he didn't like the thought of expelling all those caught in the act, so it was agreed to cover things up. Naturally I comforted my best friend, as she blurted everything out. It seems Judy was the third girl. It was her first time doing the school lunchtime sessions, and her, the daughter of a vicar! It was Lucy's idea to replace me with Judy, so Maria sort of fell out with Lucy. I guess it couldn't have worked out better.

For some reason it was largely forgotten about my involvement at the start of the lunchtime sessions, which was another bonus for a short time. I became the girl the boys wanted to go out with. Maria and Lucy had trouble finding boys for a while. But I was well in with most of them. Maria settled for Dave, the guy from the garage.

Now my aim was to date one of Lucy's ex boyfriends. Billy Green was cute, and Lucy was so thick she couldn't see how gorgeous he was. Well she could, but she just couldn't stop spreading herself. Not only that, but now she was grovelling to go back out with him. You should have seen the stuff that I was suppose to pass onto him! Most of it went into the bin or in my stomach if it was chocolate. Poor Miss Airhead was desperate, but so out of luck.

"Hi Billy, are you going to the concert tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd ask Lucy, but I'm not sure," he replied with a grin.

I walked up to him, "I'm free. You can take me if you want?"

"I'll take you now then," he said with smirk.

Now I honestly missed this one. It wasn't until his mate started chuckling that I realised what he was on about. Still, I'm not shy about coming forward.

"Mum is away, and my stepfather doesn't get in until late. Bring your mate if you can't handle me on your own."

I walked on, and then smiled as I heard them approaching me from behind on their bikes.

"Do you mean what you just said?" he asked.

"Yeah I do, but if you want to ask Lucy out, go ahead. What about you Kevin, well you always follow your mate around, don't you?"

I turned away with a smirk on my face. Again they caught me up. I ignored Billy on purpose.

"Well Kev? I've got the house to myself for a few hours."

I sort of got stripped by the boys on the way upstairs. I knew Andrew would be home in an hour, so I made sure the boys had left their bikes on the drive. Hopefully my stupid stepfather would trip over the bikes, and then he would realise what was going on, before he came blundering in.

So there we were on my bed. The boys were all over me, and I noticed Kevin was about the same size as Nick, but Billy was longer and thicker. Still he would have to wait until some other time to fuck me. I'd go out with him, but I was playing it cool. 

I was already soaking wet when Kevin pushed into me. But all the time he fucked me I just looked up at Billy. 

"Oh that's gross!" I squealed, as Billy pushed his cock into my face.

I grabbed hold of it and started jerking him.

"God, why won't you suck me?" Billy panted.

"Because I'm not a tart like Lucy," I snapped back.

"Fucking hell Kevin, hurry up, I'm bursting here," Billy snapped.

It was about now that I noticed the eye, and this time a shadow on the landing. It sent my mind into overdrive. I think I was getting more of a thrill about Andrew watching me, than I was about the pounding Kevin was dishing out. 

"Move your head, Kevin, move your fucking head!"

Billy started shooting his stuff in my face. I supposed I should have just kept my mouth closed and not tried to holler out. His stupid dick was only inches from my face and now I was choking on spunk! I closed my eyes as Kevin filled the condom. Billy was pumping his spunk all over the fucking place, well, all over me! I could feel it landing on my cheek and in my hair, as he grunted and panted, cursing under his breath. When Kevin realised what Billy was up to he pulled out, and left the spunky condom in me!

"Oh Kevin take it out!" I shrieked.

I quickly glanced at the door, but I guess Andrew had fucked off after getting the thrill he wanted. Typical! He didn't even worry about me, as long as he got his little kick!

"Kevin, I said take it fucking well out!"

I watched him and Billy share a little grin, as they dressed.

"Oh fucking great! Just you two wait. I might not be as keen next time."

I sat up and started cleaning the spunk off my face. My fingers pulled out the condom, but it sort of stretched first. I cursed for not keeping my legs open as spunk fired out and shot onto my dressing table mirror 4 feet away! 

Again that night I stayed awake. I could hear him next door, panting and grunting. The more I thought about Andrew and what he was doing, the more I got off on it. Again the next day he acted like he didn't know, but now and then, I could see him looking me over when he thought I wasn't looking. For the next week I sort of teased him, but quite innocently, so he wouldn't cotton on. I passed him on the landing as I came out of the bathroom. I slapped my warm balled up tights in his hand.

"Can you put them in the laundry basket for me?"

He sort of gulped and nodded. When I went back to the laundry basket that night, the tights were missing, along with my black panties. So, my stepfather, Mr Pervert, was sniffing my underwear or something! But as I thought about it more and more, slowly the disgust faded away, and I got quite a thrill knowing he was fiddling with my dirty underwear! Naturally I told Maria. Well if he was going to try anything on, then I needed back up if I decided to tell mum. Although I did admit to telling Maria that I was teasing him, but only to find out if mum had married a pervert! 

A few days later Maria and I went for a drive with her new boyfriend Dave, the older guy from the garage. Now I could see him eyeing me up in the mirror. I played it cool at first, while Maria went on and on about her sister's wedding. But it was like I just realised how dishy Dave was. I gave him my cute smile after a few minutes, and he was definitely interested!

Two days later Maria broke up with Dave. I swear it was nothing to do with me. Poor Maria sobbed for a time on my shoulder, but I just managed to make it to the garage when Dave knocked off.

"Oh, have you come to have a go at me?" he asked suspiciously.

"No, of course not, I was just passing and well, my legs ache."

He gave me a lift home, and then asked me out!

Now there I was soaking in the bath Saturday night, before my hot date, with Dave. 

"Gina, I need to pee, Gina? At least answer me?"

I sat there in silence holding the water filled sponge out of the water over my left nipple, and getting a thrill from feeling the warm water trickle over it. 

"Okay you can come in, but be quick," I snapped.

I made a big show of covering my breasts with my hands, and sinking down into the bubbles. Andrew had stopped and was staring at the lid of the toilet, or to be more exact my dirty bra, tights, and panties that rested on the lid.

"Well? You'll have to move them. Its not like you haven't touched my underwear before, is it?" 

He looked at me and the quickly turned away. I could tell by his eyes that he was squirming with thoughts of what I meant.

I huffed and added, "I mean you touch my stuff when you put them in the washing machine. Go on, they won't bite."

He grabbed them and pushed them in the washing basket. I had to really try hard not to giggle. Of course when he finished and turned round, he saw my new suspender belt hanging from the door knob, his eyes just sort of gazed for a time at the red and black lace.

"How long have you had that?" he mumbled.

"I bought it after school the other day. I've never worn one before. Do you think it is too old for me?"

"Um, well, I, um, I guess not," he blurted out.

"Andrew, could you take the labels off for me, please?"

He pulled it gently from the door knob, and went slowly out of the bathroom. I sat back in the bath with a big smile on my face.

An hour later I went downstairs. I just couldn't resist teasing him. He was sat watching telly with a can of beer. 

"So, how do I look?" I asked.

His eyes rolled up and down my body, and I'm sure he was more than a little surprised by my appearance. I wore my makeup heavy, my eyelids covered in dark eye shadow, and my lips covered in ruby red lipstick. His eyes ran back down over my tight red dress that just reached to my knees.

"I, I don't think you should wear that?" he mumbled distantly.

"Why? Because it is one of mum's, the shoes are hers too."

He looked down at the red high heels, and then his eyes trailed up the black stockings, over the dress, and back to my face.

"Gina, she'd go mad if she knew you had her dress on," he said in a soft voice.

"Yeah, but she's not back until Wednesday, she won't know. Besides I want to look more, um, grown up."

His eyes trailed over me again. 

"Gina, um, I can see the straps from your suspenders. That dress is way too tight."

I watched him gulp a little, and I did the same. I pushed my leg out. So the strap made an even bigger line in the dress.

"My, my boyfriend wanted me to wear a suspender belt and stockings. He'll know I have them on anyway," I mumbled softly.

I could feel my face getting hotter, and I knew Andrew was fighting to control himself. I could see it in his eyes; he was lusting after his hot stepdaughter! 

"Is he one of the boys from school?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"No, he's 26, he works in a garage. Do you think he is too old for me?"

I watched him shuffle in the chair. I reached down and took a cigarette from his packet. I stayed bent over while his shaking hand flicked the lighter. 

"Your mum wouldn't like it," he said finally.

"Yeah, but you won't tell her, will you?" my voice croaked.

I could see Andrew was fighting with the rights and wrongs of this. Okay I'm 18, and Andrew is only 4 years older than Dave, was he thinking about that? It just made the whole situation more exciting. I could feel my little panties getting wetter. For once I wasn't sure what to do next.

"Gina, you will go careful, won't you?"

I nodded. 

"I won't be late, about 11 or so, when the pubs kick out."

I could barely get the words out. I just felt so turned on. I looked back at Andrew from the door. His eyes quickly jumped from the backs of my legs to my face. I watched his Adam's apple bob.

"I'll wait up for you," he mumbled, staring into my eyes.

I nodded.

As I walked down the road, all I could think about was the way Andrew looked at me. I knew I was blushing and turned on, but I never thought it would be because of the way my stepfather looked at me. I told myself to get grip, but my heart wouldn't stop racing. Andrew is younger than mum. He is a couple of inches taller than me, he is handsome I suppose, and quite cute with his long brown hair. I was still thinking of him when Dave pulled up in the pub car park. I went in on his arm and heads turned. God I was looking bloody sexy, and every guy in the pub knew it! 

We had a good time, well Dave did. As the booze took hold of him his hands started doing their own thing. We went back to his car, and suddenly I realised why he had parked at the far end of the car park. 

We sat in the back seat kissing and groping each other. He sort of pinned me back in the corner, with my dress shoved right up exposing my stocking tops and tiny panties.

"How big are you?" I asked.

"About 5 feet 8 or 9," he replied, and then sucked my earlobe in his mouth.

"No, I meant your dick," I said, a little miffed with his stupid answer.

He pulled it out and gulped.

"7 inches babe, all for you," he panted, and then went back to running his hands every fucking where.

"I'm not letting you fuck me here. I have standards you know, I'm not like Maria."

"No you sure aren't, it took me three dates to get to this stage with her."

I didn't like the little snigger at the end of his words. I felt my panties rip and he started trying to push his dick in me. I managed to fumble for door handle, and as the door opened I fell out. 

"What the fuck?" he hissed.

"Get off me you creep," I snapped.

I staggered to my feet, and felt him grab me from behind. He pinned me against the side of an old shed. His hand covered my mouth as I started to scream. His face was inches from mine, and the bastard was smiling as his fingers found my pussy.

"You little prick teasing bitch, you are just like the other one. Just because I'm married you think you can tease all you want!" he snarled.

I could feel the tears running down my face. He groaned with lust as he pushed a finger deep into me. I never knew the prick was married either, before you start on about me being a marriage breaker.

"Oh you are fucking tight, just how I like them," he whispered.

He jammed a finger in my pussy really hard, and he chuckled as I cried out into his hand. I closed my eyes tight, and he seemed to fall back. I could hear mum's dress rip. But he was no longer holding on to me. Instead I felt an arm round my shoulder pulling me to whoever it was. When I opened my eyes Maria was holding on to me. I looked down at Dave and watched Andrew giving him a kicking, with Lee's dad trying to calm Andrew down. Dave was trying to crawl away, but Andrew just laid into him, until a group of guys from the pub helped Lee's dad pull Andrew off.

I sobbed on Maria's shoulder on the way home in the back of Andrew's car.

Maria helped me to my room.

"Gina, do you need the doctor?" Andrew asked.

I shook my head, and noticed his grazed knuckles on the door frame.

I sat sobbing on my bed as Maria cleaned me up.

"Did you know he was married?" I sobbed, as I wiped my nose.

She shook her head, "I phoned up to see if you wanted to come over. Andrew told me you had gone on a date with some bloke from a garage. We spent an hour going round all the pubs. He did the same to me a week ago, only, I couldn't stop him. I tried, I just couldn't," she sobbed.

We spent the night together, holding each other and comforting each other. One of us would weep, while the other cuddled and gave words of comfort.

"Why didn't you tell me he had raped you?"

"It is not something I want to tell anyone, not even my best friend," she said softly.

I don't know what Andrew did with the dress. But even when mum asked two weeks later, he had her half convinced it had got lost the last time she sent it for cleaning. 

Obviously now I saw Andrew in a new light. He was my hero for doing what he did. Maybe he should have just left me there. I know I probably deserved it. I decided to stick to boys my own age. Over the next couple of months I dated several boys, even premature Colin, but I wouldn't let him fuck me. I loved teasing him, promising him, and then pulling out at the last minute with some silly excuse.

Maria and I had this sort of understanding now. It was like our friendship was bonded tighter than ever. But even that wasn't always enough.

We never spoke about her rape or my attempted rape. Dave had been caught a couple of weeks later, remember Judy the vicar's daughter? We would have warned her if we knew. I suppose we should have gone to the police, Andrew asked me several times, but I just couldn't go through with it. I think it was Andrew who hinted to one of his mates who was a copper. Well it was his mate that caught the bastard. But now I knew not all things in life are fun. I had learned the hard way. Maria's lesson was even harder than mine. But I still wanted fun and excitement, lots of excitement, and lots of sex. I just knew that I had to go careful, not every bloke is as nice as you like to think he is.

Anyway enough of that sad stuff, fast forward to 2 months later.

I got home early from school on Friday. Maria, Lucy, Jane, and I were going to the restaurant. It was Jane's 18th, and she sort of became our friend. We had a big surprise for her there, which Jackie was sorting out.

I had taken the girls to my house beforehand, and we could hear strange little grunts coming from upstairs. I knew mum was away again, but only for two weeks, she was due back tomorrow, so my fucking stepfather had some tart in mum's room! I thought about slamming the door to see some half dressed slut race down the stairs, but I don't do things like that. I told the girls to take their shoes off. We crept upstairs, and all at the same time burst in the bedroom. Everything stopped for a few seconds, apart from the door that I shoved open. Eyes looked from one to the other and then back again. 

I watched this tart dressed as school girl look over her shoulder. She had pigtails, freckles drawn on her cheeks, the lot! Her skirt was up round her waist and her stocking tops were showing. Her mouth dripped with spunk from Andrew's cock that she still had hold of. I watched her wipe a hand across her face. 

"Get out!" she screamed.

Andrew had just about covered his cock, but I wasn't the only one who couldn't stop staring at it. It looked fucking gigantic! I reckon 10 inches, but it was obscenely thick. I mean how mum got her mouth round it I'll never know!

"Gina, get them out!" mum screamed again, shoving the white blouse over Andrew's still oozing dick.

I sat on my bed listening to my friends giggling as they went down the stairs. I just sat numb, knowing they had seen my mum, dressed as a school girl, sucking off Andrew's monster cock!

It was 5 minutes before mum came in, "Oh well that was bloody great wasn't it? Now all your friends have seen Andrew, and me.....Christ Gina, what were you think of?" she said, throwing her arms up in the air.

"I thought he was cheating on you. I thought you were supposed to be home tomorrow," I mumbled.

Then I noticed the little ink stain on the blouse, I looked at the grey school skirt.

"Hell mum, do you have to wear my uniform for your dirty games!" I screeched.

"Look, I'm just trying to keep Andrew sweet. I've been offered a job on one of the biggest liners, for a month, and then for a 3 month stint if all goes well."

"So, when did you plan on telling me?"

I looked over mum's head to Andrew who had just spoken. I watched mum close her eyes. She turned round as Andrew walked away. 

For the next couple of days I would pass messages from mum to Andrew, and back again. In the end I got fed up and went to see Maria. All she kept going on about was Andrew's thing! It was all over school the next week. Mum liked to wear my uniform, and Andrew had a dick the size of cricket bat! Naturally I fell out with Maria, Lucy, and Jane. 

A few weeks later Lucy started seeing Billy's mate Kevin. I knew she was doing it to make Billy jealous. By this time Mum had gone away again for her month long stint. Andrew was fucking depressed and drinking, and as much fun as a shit in a field!




Gina's Life Ch. 02



So I went shopping with some money mum had left me. I bumped into Kevin at the department store. He was doing his job experience thing, some shitty store man type job. Anyway, I was just about to start chatting him up when I noticed Lee going through the shoes. I put Kevin on hold, and went over to Lee and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun round looking very red.

"What are you doing with those?" I asked.

"Um, I, I'm buying them for mum, it's her birthday next week," he mumbled, going even redder.

I looked in his other hand and saw two packs of tights. But I was more concerned with the shoes. I snatched them off of him.

"God these are sexy," I said, as I snatched at the two packs of tights in my other hand, not bothering to give him time to answer. 

"Fucking hell Lee, you buy your mum tights, and stockings? Do you really think you should be buying these for your mum's birthday? Hey, these have got seams too. Fuck, I want a pack."

I shoved everything back at him and turned my attention to stocking rack. By the time I found the seamed stockings Lee had vanished.

"What are you buying?"

I held the pack up to Kevin. He gulped.

"Wow, you need a suspender belt for those," he mumbled.

I leaned forward, "I've got one," I whispered, "You know I was going to the cinema tonight, on my own. I thought I would wear these. I'll be all alone, in the cinema, in the dark, alone, by myself."

Fucking hell, he can't be that hung up on Lucy I thought.

"I haven't got any panties to match my suspender belt. So I guess I won't wear any."

"Um, I was thinking of going to pictures tonight too. I, um, I thought I'd go on my own. Would you, I mean, if we saw, can I sit...."

"...Fucking hell, meet me outside at 7.30," I snapped, getting fed up with his mumblings.

When I got outside of the department store I caught sight of Lee, he was in the chemist looking through the makeup counter. My mum only got a card and chocolates for her birthday. Anyway, I didn't have time to wait for Lee. I was off to get ready for my date with Kevin.

"I'm going out, to the flicks. Andrew, have you got some cash, please?"

I watched him fumble in his pocket. There it was just laying down his left leg. I closed my eyes trying to get my mind away from the snake in his trousers. He pulled out a ten pound note and a twenty. I sort of made his mind up for him and grabbed the twenty. 

"Can I have a fag too?" I asked, as I stuffed the money in my bag, which was on the kitchen table.

I saw his reflection in the mirror he was staring at the backs of my legs. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. 

"Are they straight?" I asked softly.

He nodded and stopped sort of halfway through it. Maybe he thought it was mum's legs he was staring at. It was the first time I had worn seamed stockings, and I must have thrown him. He gulped and offered me a cigarette. I let him light it for me.

"Who are you going with?"

"Kev, a guy from school," I mumbled.

I turned round as he moved back. I fiddled with my bag for a moment. I knew he was looking me over, and here I was letting him, giving him time to take in my tight blue blouse, my black tight miniskirt, my black seamed stockings, and my black high heels.  

"The left one is twisted, outwards slightly," he said faintly.

His words stopped me halfway through a puff on my cigarette. I could feel my chest rising and falling, and my face was colouring up. Even now I was panting. I jumped slightly as I felt his hands on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt. They felt hot and sent little tingling shocks up my thighs, and beyond!

He was so soft and gentle as he twisted the stocking. I was lent on the back of the chair. I could feel my hands trembling. I had my eyes closed, with my back to him. Good if he only bent right down and looked up my skirt! Then would Andrew slide his hands up my leg, unable to resist touching me? Fuck I wanted him to, but then again, I didn't! For those few moments of uncertainty, I had the biggest rush you could imagine. I had visions of my pussy dripping on his hands, as he worked the nylon slowly round. 

In the end I felt his hands slowly trail down my leg. They didn't break contact until they reached my ankles, I mean, how fucking sexy is that!

I couldn't look him in the eye, as I collected my bag and my jelly like legs together. I was that close from actually standing there and grabbing his hands, and then ramming them up my skirt onto my bare ass and pussy! I just couldn't do it, it was so wrong, but I just couldn't help my feelings. I really don't know who I was teasing the most, my poor fucking stepfather or me!

"Gina?" he called.

I had just reached the kitchen door on trembling legs. My high heels stopped their clacking. I just froze to the spot, unable to turn and face him.

Was he going to tell me he wanted me? Was he going to lunge at me? Was he fucking with my head?

"I'll wait up for you, if you want?" he said quietly.

My mind raced, what the fuck did that mean?

"Okay," I half whimpered, without looking at him.

I had to dive into the public loo on the way to wipe myself. It soon turned into me fingering myself to a quick intense orgasm, as I lusted after my stepfather!

Once we got inside the cinema, it took Kevin just seconds to get his hand up my skirt.

Well, so much for him going out with Lucy I thought! 

Still, I suppose at 18 boys are just after pussy, and I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just sort of helping my mate's boyfriend out, while she was babysitting, agreed?



Gina's Life Ch. 03



Kevin was all over me, and a little clumsy in the process. But gradually I persuaded him to squeeze down between the seats. I gripped his hair and pulled his head between my legs. He pulled out a little and looked up to me. Even though it was dark I could just make out his eyes and his screwed up face.

"Jesus, you smell a bit," he grizzled.

"Keep your fucking voice down," I hissed.

I grabbed him by the ears and pulled him back to my wet pussy. He suddenly realised he wasn't going anywhere until he ate some pussy, and going by what Lucy said, he was very good at it. He licked and slurped away, bringing me close to an orgasm, just as this old bloke in a raincoat sat three seats a way. I mean the dirty old sod was tugging his dick, judging by the way his raincoat was shaking about! I just looked at him and stuck my tongue out. It was then Kevin seemed to find a little something extra, well my clit to be exact. He sort of nibbled on it, as his finger went in and out of my soaked pussy. I was trying to keep my moans and groans down, but god what he was doing had my head spinning. I looked through the darkness at the old pervert. I just opened my mouth wide as I climaxed. The old man was rubbing himself stupid by now. Until he gave a grunt that had a few heads turning in his direction. He jumped up wrapping his coat around him and shuffled off to the exit.

Kevin finally fought his way back onto the seat next to me. He was panting quite hard. I pulled my skirt down and we rested for a moment. 

When the lights came up for the interval I went to the loo. I sat in the cubical and heard two girls coming in. I recognised them as two girls from school, Kathy, and Jade. They were chatting away about seeing Kevin in the cinema. They obviously thought he was alone. I sat there until they left, and then decided to leave and go home. 

On the way out this bloke bumped into me. We made eye contact, and there was the dirty old man. He gave me a sick little smile, and then I noticed something wet on the back of my hand. He was gone in a flash, and I grabbed the nearest thing, which was a coat that was hanging on chair, which seemed to belong to a woman who was adjusting her hair in a mirror. I wiped the sticky mess quickly on her coat collar, and left.

"How was the film?"

"Okay, I guess," I replied.

I was stood in the kitchen again, as Andrew came in behind me, and all of a sudden the buzz was back. I gave him plenty of time to look me over. 

"You, you've got a ladder, in your stocking," he mumbled quietly.

I picked up his cigarette packet and took one out. I twisted my head round looking behind me and down at the backs of my legs. I saw the run, about 5 inches long from my thigh to the back of my knee. I looked up at him, as he just stood there in the doorway. His eyes were fixed to the backs of my legs for a moment, and then he looked up into my eyes.

While all this was turning me on, I wasn't ready to jump into his arms just yet, and besides in case you have forgotten, he is married to my mum! And I've had some fun already tonight, so the little teasing bitch started taking over my head.

"Did you ask mum to wear my school stuff the other day?"

He shuffled a little awkwardly, and shook his head.

I puffed on the fag and moved forward a couple of steps.

"Well I don't like it, don't do it again. Besides, I've seen the way you look at my friends."

He gulped a little.

"Gina, I am not interested in your friends."

"No? You are a bloke aren't you? I bet if Maria was here you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes off her."

He opened his mouth to speak, just as the phone rang. 

"Well, don't you think you better answer it?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

I smiled as he went off to the phone.

"That was Lucy, she wants to see you."

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

At 10.30 that night someone was hammering on the door. I sort of crept down behind Andrew.

"Where is she, where is the fucking slut!"

I watched Lucy push past Andrew. Her eyes were stained with tears, and her little face was bright red.

"You fucking cow!" she snarled, and launched herself up the stairs.

Andrew grabbed her back and she struggled.

"Let me go you asshole!" she screamed.

"Calm down, now lets go into the lounge," Andrew growled, as he struggled to pull her back.

I followed them in.

"You stupid bloody cow, you fucked everything up. Do you know how long I've planned this?"

I didn't so I shook my head. I think it annoyed her because she started struggling again.

"Can't you get your own bloody bloke, do you have to steal everyone else's!"

"Well you are just using him to get Billy back," I stated.

"Yeah, and you have fucked everything up, you, you thick slut!"

"And, does Billy know you are pregnant?" I spat.

Andrew had stopped holding her back now. He just looked at her with a shocked look on his face.

"Anyway I'm not the slut. I'm not the one who is pregnant. God Lucy, I bet you don't even know who the father is?" I hissed.

"Yes I do," she said slumping into the chair, "it's Derek, or Billy, or maybe Adam, I mean it can be Geoff's, he pulled out."

"Who is Geoff?" I asked.

"The guy that works in the chip shop," she mumbled, looking down at the carpet. 

"You mean spotty Geoff?" Andrew asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah, well he's not that bad, apart from his spots, and his double chin, and he is fat. But it isn't his anyway."

Okay I might have said something out of turn. But the sooner it got out the sooner she would tell her mum and dad. I mean, she was getting worried about putting on weight. She had even borrowed a few of Maria's school skirts.

Anyway, I sat and cuddled her for an hour, while Andrew came out with some pretty good advice, for a bloke that is. 

She got her diary and we started going back through the dates of her sexual encounters. We got it down to Derek, and Billy, with Adam as an outsider. That night we took her home, and we waited outside in the car. We heard shouting, and crying, and Andrew was about to go and check on things, when we saw her silhouette in the front room window. We watched her mother move towards her and give her a big hug. I could hear Lucy crying still, but I could also just make out her mum shushing her. 

"Well, that is the easy part over then," Andrew said, as he started the engine.

"Don't be a dork. How the hell was that the easy part?"

"Gina, she is going to be a mother, a young mother, she is going to be responsible for bringing up a kid. That is the bloody hard part."

I sat back in the car seat. I suppose he was right. 

Well that was quite a night I can tell you. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, not like Lucy, or her mum and dad I suppose.

Mum came back a week later, and things returned to normal. 

School rolled along and we got this new teacher. Now normally I didn't go much on the teachers, but this guy could fuck me in front of the whole class if he wanted. He had a cute smile, a deep tan, and an Australian accent that you could listen to for hours. Every girl in the school was dripping in their knickers when he walked by. Some of the female teachers too I reckon. 

In came stinky Watts and fat Gloria. They frowned at Maria and me, just because we were sat at the front in their seats. In came Mr Devine, and he was!

I sort of found it quite difficult to look him in the eye at first. Fuck he was a bloody god! After a few minutes I was swooning like Maria, and the rest. I stuck my chest out and fingered my blouse buttons. 

By the end of the lesson I had visions of him and me alone in Australia, surfing and sunbathing together, oh, and him fucking me into next week. Over the next few weeks we found out a little more about him. He was single, bonus point for that. He was 27 years old, another bonus point, and he had been transferred, because of an incident with a schoolgirl, double bonus points for that! Okay that was only a rumour, but it was quite a strong one.

Now history is a fucking bore, but I signed up to go round the museum, but I sort of put my name down too late. Now I was bloody mad with Maria, because her name was 12th on the list. The fucking cow didn't put my name down on purpose. I tried everything, even bribery to get Watts or fat Gloria to pull out of the trip.

"Look I'll give you a fag. Watts, you can have two fags," I said desperately.

"No, I don't smoke, anyway it makes your breath stink," she replied.

"Well, it'll go with your armpits then, won't it?" I snapped.

I moved on to Gloria.

"Look, you don't want to go on the trip. You know enough about history already."

"Gina, that is why I want to go," she stated, like the nerd she is.

"Do you really think he is going to look at you?" I spat.

"Fuck off, I do all your home work, and Maria's....oh...is that a real cream éclair?"

I nodded pulling a second and third out of my bag to go with the first one.

The following week I was sat at the front of bus waiting for Mr Dreamboat to get on. I sat in horror as Mr Taylor announced that Mr Devine had twisted his ankle, and he wouldn't be going on the trip.

I pushed past the teacher to get off the bus, fuck was I mad! I had worn my best underwear, with black hold ups that cost me a fiver!

As the bus pulled away I marched down the road.

"Hey, Gina, what are you doing out of school?"

I spun round to see Mr Hunk hobbling along.

"Could you help me get to the hospital? I'm not sure which bus to take."

I swear I couldn't believe my luck. This was fucking incredible! Now I know my bus timetable pretty well. I also knew that if we went to the stop in Richard Street, we would have to wait an extra half hour for the bus that went past the hospital. So I took him that way, avoiding the Maple Road stop, which was due in 10 minutes. He leant back against the wall and I moved next to him.

"So why did you come here to teach? I bet it's much better in kangaroo land."

God, I made him smile! We chatted for awhile, and I'm sure he noticed that my blouse was gapping open. 

"So, why did you move here from the other school then?" I asked.

His smile dropped a little.

"What have you heard?" he asked, with a sigh.

I moved closer to him, "Everything, I've heard everything," I purred.

"Gina, it was just a stupid mistake, I swear I've never had thoughts like it before. I was silly and totally, well, Diane was 18 and coming onto me."

"Oh, and you can't resist a sexy schoolgirl then?" I purred again.

What really pissed me off was that the fucking bus was actually on time for once. We went to the back of the bus and I sat close to him, very close to him. 

"She was pretty, like you," he mumbled.

"Was she as pretty as me, or not as pretty?" I asked.

"Gina, I know what you are doing, please stop?"

His eyes were still stuck to the hem of my best grey miniskirt, as I slowly pulled it up my thighs. He gulped as my stocking tops came into view, and then my little red panties.

"God, you ought to stop. Fuck, I'm really trying not to do this again," he mumbled.

"Then why don't you teach in an all boy's school?" I said, as I slipped my hand down the front of my panties.

"Gina, stop, if the driver sees..."

"...if the driver sees? Sir, he is already watching in his mirror."

I winked at the bus driver, or rather the pervert from the cinema, as I spread my legs wide down the centre aisle of the bus.

"Show it to me?" I said, as the driver pulled up by a tall hedge.

I knelt down and pulled my skirt over my ass and my panties down to my knees. I pulled the teacher's cock out and kissed the tip. He struggled a little, but I sort of accidentally on purpose, pushed my knee against his sore ankle. For the first time I plunged my mouth down over a cock. I just hoped the bus driver would be satisfied with a wank, and the view of my ass and wet pussy!

Mr Devine was panting and groaning, as I sucked as best as I could. In a matter of minutes he was holding my head, and I swallowed everything I could! Christ what a fucking thrill, to have the sexiest teacher in the world pumping into you mouth!

It was probably worth the feel of that asshole of a driver shooting all over my ass. I pulled my panties up and shuddered at the feel of his spunk. I didn't sit down. I just rushed into the hospital and wiped myself clean.

I left the teacher there, and that was the last time I ever saw him. He never came back to school. Maria never believed me when I told her, although she kind of wondered why he left so abruptly. So, this was my finest hour, and not one of my friends to witness it, just a fucking pervert of a bus driver!

A few days later Mum and Andrew were arguing again. Then out came the reason for her next cruise in two months time. Her agent said that some American record guy wanted her to make a demo. Mum saw this as her big chance, but it would mean adding on another week onto the next trip. I guess I could see why Andrew was pissed off. He had offered to go with her, but mum was quite adamant it would be best if he stayed with me. Then she dropped another bombshell, she was off next week to have some voice coaching in bloody Scotland!

Off she went, and the day after I went out to a party at Maria's new boyfriend's house, well, it was his parent's house, but they were away in France. Now the place was full of 18 year old school kids, booze, music, and food everywhere, not to mention some drugs as well I suspect. I never did that stuff. It never interested me. So there I was sandwiched on the couch. My little denim skirt was up round my fucking waist after a few minutes! Derek was on one side and William on the other. Only two guys, but it felt like they had four hands each! Maria came to my rescue, well, her boyfriend really. Maria looked out of it, in a big way, I knew she did stuff now and then, but now I couldn't get her to respond.

The party ended shortly before 10.30. I persuaded one of the sober older guys to get Maria to hospital. She had her stomach pumped and allsorts of things flew out. Her boyfriend Martin and I stayed until the nurse told us she just needed to sleep. God the look on that old bag's face was pissing me off. It was like she thought we had fed the drugs to my best friend. 

So, we went back to Martin's house. He seemed quite disgusted that Maria had taken drugs. He said he didn't realise she was into that stuff, and he said he was going to dump her when she came out of hospital. I tried to stick up for Maria, but I knew it was a losing battle. 

Now I never intended dating Martin at that time, I swear. He was in our class, but he was the quiet sort. Anyway, I was feeding messages backwards and forwards between the two of them, because Maria's mum had grounded her for doing drugs. But, one thing really shocked me about my best friend. I had never seen Maria so hooked on one guy, even if he did have a smallish pecker, apparently. She cursed the day she ever started taking drugs. I had to sit there in her room, as she sobbed about losing the one guy she thought was really nice.

So 5 minutes later I'm running down the road, 20 minutes late for my date with Martin. It wasn't a real date I suppose, just a thank you meal, for helping him with Maria. By that I mean I never intended having sex with him, and certainly not in his car, well, I've got bad memories about doing it in cars. I'm sure you remember.

Now Martin's parents are quite well off, and when we stopped outside a hotel I got the feeling that Martin wanted a little something in return for buying me dinner. Now like I said before I have standards, and just because he bought me dinner it didn't mean I'd let him fuck me, well, without a condom, "I'm not doing it without a rubber. I have standards you know?" 

He pulled out a pack of ribbed specials. We smiled at each other and I took his hand and we booked in. On the way up in the lift he was all over me. My tights got ripped before we even got to the room! 

"Look, just so you know, I feel a little guilty about doing this. Maria is my best friend. Did you wear condoms when you fucked her?"

He shook his head, meaning no.

"Well, just make sure they don't fall off."

His face dropped a little.

"She told you then, about my size?" he mumbled.

"Yeah, but don't worry, a girl gets tired of big dicks all the time," I said with a little bored sigh.

Now although Martin is quiet, he is quite dishy, a little thin maybe, but he has a nice smile, and like I said he has money, well not yet, but when his mum and dad kick the bucket. Not that I'm really interested in money, but I want to make him happy so he doesn't forget me if ever I need him. 

"So what do you like then? I'll try anything once, but no rough stuff."

I watched him as he sat at my feet. He slipped my shoe off and I thought how romantic, he wants to undress me. I lay back on the bed, and then I felt this wet thing licking my toes!

"Martin, what the fuck are you doing?" I shrieked.

"You said anything. Can I do it, please?"

I didn't get time to answer. He just started licking and kissing my toes again. It sort of got to me a bit, so I thought I would just lay there and let him do it. I was a bit worried though, I mean I had run down the road to meet him, and I had worn my tights all day!

"Martin, do you want me to take my tights off?"

I guess the answer was no, because he actually got all my toes in his mouth at once!

I was really getting into this now. I kicked my other shoe off and started rubbing my other foot over his face. I couldn't believe the response I got. He started groaning and sucking harder. I was getting pretty wet too, but when he started to get up, I just pushed him back down with my foot on his chest. 

"Can you do the other one now?" I asked, with a gulp.

His tongue swirled around my toes, and then he kissed each one individually. He was also stroking my ankle and calf, which made me tingle. Slowly he started kissing his way up my leg, over my knee, and onto my thigh. I opened my legs and groaned as he kissed right to the top. He found the hole he had made earlier in my tights, and then he stuck his tongue through it onto my wet panties. 

"Jesus, what did you do that for?" I said with a jump, as he ripped my tights right open.

I smiled down at him when I saw his red face and the condom on his cock. He pulled my panties to one side and pushed himself in me. 

"Martin, don't you think we should get undressed first?"

"No, I like it like this," he mumbled.

He started fucking me, and to be honest it was quite good, despite him only having about 4 inches. I clung to him as he pounded into me. I grimaced a couple of times, but he really was going for it. 

He started panting and grunting in my ear. He was also mumbling about how sexy I was, which really got me going. 

"Did you like me, kissing your feet?" he grunted.

"Yeah, it felt nice. Do you like doing that sort of thing a lot?"

"Oh, yeah," he panted excitedly.

"Well, if you are a good boy I'll let you do it again," I breathed.

He whimpered and then his body started juddering. I had never seen guys so worked up before. Maybe this was what Maria found so sexy. Now I've read stuff about sex, and I know what a fetish is. So I reckon Martin had a thing about feet. Yes I know I'm stating the obvious, but it was whizzing round my head.

"So, would you really, really like to kiss my feet again? I bet you love it so much you'll come running if I call you, won't you my little foot kissing pervert?"

He started squealing and humping me faster. 

"Yeah, oh God yeah, I would love that."

He dived in deeper and started panting hard. I just held onto him as he unloaded into the condom. 

We rested for a while, and then I felt him kissing me between the legs again. His tongue started pushing into my pussy, and then a finger as his tongue did little flicks over my clit. It didn't take me long to get to the point of no return. I humped my pelvis up into his face until I was fully satisfied.




Gina's Life Ch. 03



Again we rested, but it wasn't long before my phone started ringing. So I sat chatting on the bed to Maria, as Martin started kissing my feet again! I tried to pull my feet away, but he held on to them. In the end I had to kick him in the head!

15 minutes later I told Maria I had to go. I looked at Martin who was now completely naked, with a fresh condom hanging on his dick. He started moving between my legs until I stopped him.

"No way, you have a little job to do first."

He smiled and slipped back down the bed. I closed my eyes as his lips and mouth started again on my feet. 

"Go on my little foot boy, do it nice and slow. I'll keep you there for hours if I want," I said with a little chuckle.

I expected him to laugh at my little joke, he didn't. It was like he was my real live slave or something!

For the next 15 minutes he really worked on my feet. His tongue went everywhere it could. He even forced the nylon between my toes with his wonderful tongue. 

"Okay, you can fuck me now," I said with a huff, like I wasn't really interested.

He fucked me slowly this time, and he lasted longer too. When he pulled out he looked a little troubled. He reached between my legs and started probing my pussy.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I snapped.

"It came off, when I pulled out," he mumbled.

So once again, some stupid boy had forgotten to hold on to the rubber!

I had quite a big smile on my face going out of the hotel with Martin. That was until I saw Colin doing his job experience on the front desk! He just gave me a look that said it all. I mean he was stuck on Maria in a big way, and here I was on Maria's ex boyfriend's arm! Colin shuffled off into some room before I could catch him. 

The next day at school it took me ages to find Colin. Maria was still off sick, so I knew I could get to Colin and persuade him not to say anything. One of the boys told me Colin was talking to fat Gloria by the gym. When I rounded the corner I was almost fucking sick! There was Gloria with her legs spread and the hairiest twat I had even seen. I mean, a golfer couldn't get out of rough like that!

"God Gloria, what a fucking mess. Don't you ever trim up down there?" I squealed.

Gloria jumped up and was gone in a flash, leaving me with Colin with his dick all hard.

"You weren't honestly going to fuck that?"

"Shit Gina, I'm still a fucking virgin. I thought if I try fucking Gloria I won't shoot before I get it in, because she is so ugly."

Well he had a point I suppose.

In ten seconds flat I had him promising not to tell Maria about Martin and me. Well if he didn't want it going round the school he was going to fuck Miss Fat and Ugly of the year!

"Okay, but what am I going to do about this?" he mumbled, pointing to his dick.

I smiled at him. I took hold of his cock and jerked it for about 20 seconds. 

"There, that must be a record, even for you," I said with a chuckle.

I left him there wiping his dick in his hanky. 



Gina's Life Ch. 04



Mum came back from her singing thing in Scotland, just as I was leaving for my driving lesson. I had a week before my test so I had a few extra lessons lined up. When I got home she and Andrew were arguing again. I went to see Maria, but her mum said she was out, and I couldn't get her on her mobile either. Lucy was going to some baby class thing, Jackie was out for the night, and I was fast getting pissed off with everyone. Even Fat Gloria gave me the evil eye when I tried to talk to her in the café. Then to top it all, bloody Scar Face limped over with my coke, and the silly bitch spilt some of it!

I managed to get hold of Billy later on, and we went for a drink together. I just wanted some company, not his bloody wandering hands! 

I managed to push him off, just as I caught sight of my stepfather in the other bar. He looked pissed off and he was on his own. Billy came back with another drink, and after two sips I got up and took my drink and went over to Andrew. 

"Where is mum then?"

"At home, you should be there too, you have school tomorrow."

"I thought you might like some time with her, seeing as how she has only been home a few hours."

He shook his head and drained his beer. I caught up with him and slipped my hand through his arm. We walked home together talking about mum. Andrew was hiding something, I could tell. I knew it was about mum, but he just wouldn't say. 

"Who was that boy you were drinking with?" he asked, trying to get out of my questions about mum and him.

"Billy Green, he is just a boy from school, why?"

"I know him from somewhere," Andrew mumbled.

It was then I remembered the day in my bedroom. I think Andrew did too, judging by his haste to get inside the house. It made me smile that Andrew felt embarrassed. It sort of triggered off the teasing bitch in my head again.

I stood in the bathroom in just my panties and bra brushing my teeth. The door opened and there was Andrew. He looked a little shocked as I looked at him in the mirror. I always locked the door, so I guess he thought the bathroom was free, well that is what I wanted him to think. 

"You didn't, lock the door," he mumbled.

I turned round facing him, as I wiped the tooth paste from my mouth. All of a sudden I felt nervous, I don't know why, it just happened. He just looked at me for a moment, not speaking. I could feel my pussy getting itchy and wet. For a brief second or two I could see a longing in his eyes. The sound of mum's voice calling him from the bedroom, made us both come back to the real world. That night I fingered my extremely wet pussy, as mum and Andrew tried their very best not to make too much noise as they fucked. For one moment I wanted to be my mum. My head was full of Andrew's big cock going in and out of her, but I wanted it going in and out of me!

Two days before mum was due to leave they were arguing again. This time they never made up, and for three days after I had to put up with him sulking about the house. He wouldn't even take me out in his car for a few practice lessons before my test. Now I'm not complaining about that, anyway, Martin had a car and he didn't mind. I couldn't give him any money for the petrol, because well, I saw this bag earlier, and the money Andrew gave me to give to Martin, was now, the bag on the back seat. Martin didn't seem to mind, well, not after I promised him he could kiss my feet later. 

I managed to pass my test, even though I stalled the car once, and I honestly didn't see the lights change to red. Well, I had spotted Maria talking to some bloke by a right rough looking pub. Oh, and I got in the wrong lane to turn right. I got really mad as this lorry driver blew his horn at me. 

"You stupid bloody tart!" the lorry driver shouted.

"Fucking bald asshole!" I shrieked loudly, back at the fat twat.

I turned to the examiner and gave him a weak smile. He just shook his head and asked me to pull up at the test centre. 

"Oops," I said, as I bumped the curb. 

I followed him into his office at the test centre. 

"Young lady..." he started.

"I know what you are going to say. But I swear I thought that old man on the push bike was going to turn left."

"Well he didn't have much choice did he? He had to turn the corner or you would have knocked him off."

"Well he did wave to say sorry," I said.

"He was waving his fist. You should have ignored the Lorry driver too," the examiner said with a shake of his head.

"Well he called me a tart. Do I look like a tart?"

His eyes rolled up my legs, to my denim miniskirt, and my tight low cut blouse. He gulped a little and shook his head, but his eyes flicked back to my breasts again. 

"Look, I'm a much better driver than that, really I am. Surely you can overlook a couple of little mistakes? I mean, you didn't put down about the red light did you?"

His eyes shot up to mine, as I stated fiddling with his tie. 

"You missed that because you were having a crafty look at my stocking tops, like you did when I was reversing, and that clipboard really comes in handy when you get a little lump on, doesn't it?"

He was wiping the sweat from his brow with his hanky now. 

"And when you dropped the pen down by the pedals, I mean, you touched my leg twice, didn't you?" I asked quietly.

I perched my ass on his desk and placed my feet on the armrests of the chair that he was sat on. He tried not to look up my skirt, but he couldn't manage it for long!

"I'm only 18, and I guess you are really old, like 40 or something? So you won't get many chances to jerk off, while looking up an 18 year old girl's skirt, will you?"

I batted my eyes at him, as he sat with his mouth wide open, and his eyes glued to my finger, which was slowly tracing up and down my pussy in my small pink panties, with 'eat me' on the front. 

For the next few minutes I sat fingering my pussy, while the driving examiner pulled his dick until spunk splattered into his hand. 

He sat there moments later filling in the pass form, with a very shaky hand. 

As I proudly walked to the main desk, the examiner hurried into the toilet. So all I had to do now was sweet talk mum into getting me a little car, when she came back from her cruise.

A few days later I heard Andrew talking to mum on the phone. He slumped down in the chair and I could see tears in his eyes. 

"She wants me out. She said I could stay until the day before she gets back, then she wants a divorce."

"She is just saying that, she doesn't really mean it, does she?"

"Gina, even if we could sort things out, maybe it is for the best. Hell, it can't be very nice for you living with us arguing all the time."

I watched him go to the kitchen. He came back with a whisky and slumped back in the chair. He looked really beaten, and I sat there feeling my eyes water. This was the man I resented years ago. But I guess I got used to him being around. 

"Andrew, do you want me to speak to her when she phones?"

He shook his head, and started on the whisky.

"Why don't you go out for a few hours?" he mumbled softly.

I sat there for a little while just watching him, until he shouted at me, making me jump.

I got to Maria's and told her. She seemed a little sad, but she was in a hurry to go somewhere. Why the fuck are people always thinking of themselves! I needed her to help me with this. I mean who knows what was going to happen. I had visions of Andrew doing my laundry, and putting something coloured in with my whites and all sorts of shit like that.

A few days later Martin was banging me from behind in my bedroom. He had spent nearly an hour sat at my feet, just fondling and kissing them. But now he was hammering my pussy, yes I know, with a 4 inch dick you're thinking. Anyway, my hair had fallen over my face, but I could see the eye at the door. Well I guess my stepfather needed something to wank over later that night. 

"Go on Martin do me harder, don't piss about, Andrew will be home soon."

Martin upped the pace and my hands gripped the bedcover. His belly slapped against my ass, and I knew Andrew would be able to hear it. I wanted to look at the eye looking through the crack in the door, and then run my tongue over my lips and give him a big smile and a wink. But I just couldn't, anyway I was having so many erotic thoughts about Andrew lately, I didn't want to break up my little fantasy by letting him know. Naturally I would report everything back to Maria. Not who I was doing it with, but how horny it felt to tease Andrew. 

"Fucking hell Martin, is that all you've got?" I hissed.

Poor Martin was fucking me for all he was worth. My words were directed at Andrew really. I bet he thought he could give me a good seeing to!

I could feel something deep inside of me starting up, a shiver ran up my spine, it started to make me tingle. Goose bumps covered my body, and I just wanted Andrew to walk in and shove Martin out of the way and take over! 

Martin was drilling me hard and groaning faster and faster. He was starting to shoot I reckoned.

"That's it Mart, fill my cunt!" I spat, as I felt my own orgasm flood through me. I just couldn't help it any longer; I looked directly at the eye at the door. I stared for just a few seconds, but it magnified every feeling that my body was going through. My mouth hung open and I was panting like a dog. But that eye was really burning into my soul!

I looked away, and when I looked back at the crack in the door Andrew had gone. I could just remember him realising I could see him, well, his eye sort of opened wider. He knew I had caught him watching me. Fuck it was so unreal, it shocked and enthralled me. 

"Gina, are you okay?" Martin asked.

He just sat back on the bed watching me shake. I couldn't even use words because I was so turned on. I just nodded at Martin, who was looking quite concerned. I just wanted him out of my bedroom now. I didn't need him anymore. What I wanted was the guy my mum was going to ditch. I wanted Andrew and I wanted his big dick, and right fucking now!

When I got Martin out of the house I thought I would calm down, but, it just didn't happen. All I could think about was Andrew. I went to the bathroom and soaked for ages. When I heard the door slam downstairs my heart filled with butterflies. How the fuck could I face him? How the fuck could Andrew face me? I told myself to get a grip. I know I'm only 18, but I was confident about my body, and I knew how to act cool. But now all that escaped me, it was like I was a silly love struck virgin all over again! 

"Gina, are you at home?"

Shit! He sounded so cool, how the fuck could he be like that? I began wondering if I had dreamt the whole thing. Didn't he see that I had noticed him? Was he actually there? Oh fuck, did he ever spy on me, or did my head make it all up? He called my name again. It took me all my willpower to answer him. I opened my mouth twice before I managed a pathetic one word answer. I sounded ridiculous. My voice just got caught up on one fucking word!

"I bought you fish and chips for tea. I'll put them in the oven. I'm going out. I won't be home to late, bye."

The door slammed and I got out of the bath. 

I sat munching on my fish and chips. It wasn't until I was halfway through them I realised I hadn't tasted anything. All I could think about was Andrew, watching me!

I lay in bed for nearly an hour waiting for Andrew to come home. It was gone midnight when I heard the door open. I braced myself as he seemed to stumble up the stairs. I could tell he was drunk by the way he crashed about. A few months ago I would have been disgusted with him, hell I might have even shouted at him for waking me up. But now I felt so sorry for him. I wanted to go and help him, or ask if he was okay. In the end I did neither, I just waited until I heard him switch the light off, 10 minutes later he was snoring.

"Maria, do you ever think about sex with someone, well, mature?"

"Think about it? Hell, I do it," she said with a laugh.

We settled down as the teacher came in.

"Why, who have you got in mind?"

I shook my head and opened my book.

"Well it must be bad if you won't tell me," she whispered with a grin, "fuck, you want to do it with your stepfather."

I swallowed and tried not to look her in the eye. She nudged me and leant close to me.

"Gina, go on admit it, I mean I would like to do it with Andrew, even Lucy would, after seeing how big he is."

"Drop it Maria, I don't want to fuck him," I hissed.

"Gina, you do, you are just as big a tart as I am."

I got up and took my books to an empty desk. It was her bloody giggling that I couldn't stand, and the fact that she was right and we both knew it!

A few days later Maria had me admitting it. She can be a real bitch sometimes. She was sympathetic and even put her arm round me. That was until I blurted out I wanted to seduce him. It was then that we fell out. She started laughing, not just laughing but cackling. She wouldn't stop fucking laughing, the fucking cow!

Anyway I poured ink all over her project, and stormed out, that soon shut her up. 

The next day Lucy waddled up to me, with the bump now 2 months off turning into a baby. 

"Maria said you fucked her project up. You really are a bitch sometimes Gina."

"Oh fuck off and leave me alone," I spat back.

"I don't know why we put up with you, one day you'll pay for stealing our boyfriends. Why can't you find a bloke of your own? Anyway Colin told me about you and Martin, I told Maria. She is bloody fuming."

"But he dumped her, he doesn't want to go out with her," I snarled.

"Yeah, well if you had kept off of him he might have changed his mind, you selfish bitch."

An hour later Maria was going mad at me, and she had me pinned up against a wall. Now I'm not scared of a fight, but she is bigger than me. So, I figured saying sorry would help. I suppose it was me adding that I had finished with him, and she could have him back if she wanted, that had her pulling my hair and slapping me. 

We spent a few minutes in with the headmaster. We had to stand there and say sorry to each other. But at least she said sorry first, and I had my fingers crossed behind my back, so it didn't really count!

Anyway we were fine for a few hours, until Martin stood talking to me at the end of school. Maria saw us and I could see she was mad. Still, Martin wanted to go steady with me, but he made a right mess of saying it. In the end I pulled him close, kissed him, and gave him my bag to carry home. Maria just stormed off with Lucy.

Andrew was still constantly on my mind, despite him going off on a bender most nights. So I decided if mum didn't want him, then maybe, just once, I would give him the green light. He would have to make the first move though. I didn't want to make the mother of all mistakes. Besides, I just turned to jelly when I was in front of him. I could barely look him in the eye. I felt like a stupid, insecure, schoolgirl whenever we were in the same room. I suppose I had a crush on him, like I did with the hunky teacher. But if I'm truthful here I think it was a little worse with Andrew. See, I can be open and honest, even if some my friends at school think the opposite. 

Anyway, it only took me a few hours to figure out how to get him interested. 

The very next day I was ready, I took special care with my makeup and hair. I went down to the kitchen on very shaky legs. He was sat in one of the kitchen chairs sipping coffee. I stood in the doorway waiting for him to look up. His eyes trailed up my new black high heels that Martin had bought for me, well he didn't know it yet but I'm sure he would give me the money. Andrew's eyes moved up my long legs to my honey coloured stocking tops, and my bare thighs just peeking out from under my grey school skirt. I watched him gulp as he looked at the two bumps in my shear blouse, and then the way he looked at my thickly painted red lips had my pussy aching. 

I started to say something, but then I had to stop and clear my throat. 

"Can you take me to school? I'll be late if, if you don't," I mumbled.

I just stood there shuffling from one foot to the other, a little awkwardly. My heart was thumping its way out of my chest, and I could barely look at him.

His eyes rolled over me again. He licked his lips and sat back in his chair.

"How can I possibly take you to school when you are looking like that?"

I held my hair back behind my ears and looked down at my long legs.

"Gina, your stocking tops are showing, your skirt is way too short. You are not wearing a bra, and I can see your nipples, very clearly. Come here."

The five steps it took to get to where he was sat were slow and awkward. Finally I made it, but I just stood there all embarrassed. I watched his hand slowly reach out. I whimpered as he slowly took the hem of my skirt. I gasped loudly as he raised my hem. I closed my eyes and waited, holding my breath. I jumped and whimpered again as his hand gently cupped my pussy. Slowly he massaged my pussy through my panties. My legs shook, my lips trembled, my voice squeaked, and my pussy got wetter and wetter. 

I couldn't believe I was this out of control. Andrew was doing my head in, he was just so soft and gentle, but at the same time firm with his touch. I cursed my legs for shaking uncontrollably. When I opened my eyes I could barely see him they were that glazed!

"Oh, oh shit!" I squealed, as he wormed his finger in the leg of my best white panties.

I closed my eyes again savouring the feel of one finger, as it found my wet pussy lips. This was heaven, like nothing could ever come close to what I was feeling like now!

"Gina, do you really want me?"

I nodded and choked out a yes.

He pulled his zip down and stood up. I looked down and watched him get his cock out. 

"Oh my god, you are so, so big," I stammered and mumbled.

He placed my hand on his cock and I shuddered a little. My hand looked so small compared to his dick. 

"Will you take me to bed, and, you will be gentle, won't you?"

I looked down at his hard cock. My head was full of this monster going up me. That was until someone banging on the window made my heart leap into next week!

"Oh fuck it," Andrew snapped.

All I can remember was staring at Maria's face, and the look of shock on Lucy's.

"You had better let us in Gina," Maria said, in a threatening tone.

When they came in they both had big grins.

"Why are you here? We never walk to school together," I mumbled.

"Oh we weren't going to school. We thought we would come and cheer Andrew up," Maria said, with a grin at my stepfather.

"Yeah, we thought we could give him a good time, seeing as how you just tease him, poor man," Lucy said, with a wink at Andrew.

"Now girls, this isn't going to happen. I mean, you can't just walk in here and think you can....."

"Andrew, you are going to take me to bed and fuck me with that big cock of yours. Your marriage is over, but hell, won't it go down like a brick if Gina's mum finds out you've been shagging her?"

"Maria I haven't, I know what it looked like, but we haven't done anything, honest," Andrew pleaded.

"Well that's not surprising with her. She couldn't take your cock. She only goes for guys with small dicks."

"Fuck off Lucy," I snapped.

"Gina, it's true, you only go with little pricks. I mean look at the boys you have stolen off of us? You are scared, Andrew would split you open."

"Maria, just fuck off. I've had big guys before," I screamed.

"No you haven't you bitch. This is Maria and me getting our own back for all the guys you took off of us."

Andrew moved forward and cleared his throat, "Look this isn't going to happen. I'm not going to bed with either of you," he said firmly.

"Well in that case we'll carry out our threat," Lucy said with a grin.




Gina's Life Ch. 04



Andrew looked at me and I could see the defeat in his eyes. 

"Lucy you can't let him fuck you, you are nearly 8 months pregnant!" I squealed.

"I've got a mouth haven't I?" she spat back.

I just stood there and watched as Maria put Andrew's hand on her big tits. She started kissing him, as Lucy started fishing his cock back out of his trousers. My bottom jaw was on the floor as they pulled him to the stairs. I slumped down on the couch and sat drained for ages. It was only Lucy's stupid little cries that pulled me to my senses 15 minutes later. I stormed up the stairs. No ex friends of mine were taking my stepfather off me I thought. When I got to the bedroom Lucy was riding up and down on his cock. She was taking him with barely a whimper. She had one hand under her belly supporting the bump, while she bounced up and down. That poor fucking kid was going to be born with a headache! Mind you its mother was just a thick bimbo so they would make a good pair.

For a guy who was being forced to do this, Andrew was stretching his tongue as far as he could up Maria's pussy. God I wanted to strangle the pair of them, there they were fucking my man right in front of me! 

"Maria, I'm fucking coming!" Lucy squealed.

I stood there and watched shocked as Maria and Lucy exchanged tongues! Lucy carried on squealing and bouncing up and down. Maria was grinding her pussy on Andrew's face, and now she was groaning too!

I shook my head as Maria and Lucy both had an orgasm together. I ran out of the room and down the stairs. I could even hear Andrew groaning like he used to with mum. I mean the fucking prick was enjoying it as much as the other two!

"Oh you don't know what you just missed. He really is a fucking stud. It's a shame you are scared to take a decent cock, still, you'll just have to be content with our cast offs. See you at school tomorrow."

I watched Lucy waddle to the door. Well fuck her! Now I was going to get Maria out of the house and give Andrew a right mouthful.

When I got to the bedroom I couldn't believe my eyes. Maria's asshole was winking at me, fucking gross! But there she was with her mouth going up and down on Andrew's dick! He was sat there with a stupid fucking grin on his face. 

"Don't you think you had better catch your friend up?"

Maria took his cock out of her mouth and looked back at me with an evil grin. 

"I'm getting him hard again so he can fuck my brains out. You can stay and watch if you need a few tips."

I watched her get on all fours and Andrew moved behind her.

"Andrew!" I snapped.

He just shrugged his shoulders and slipped his cock into her!

"Oh yeah, go on Andrew, I'm not like a tight little virgin. If you want that you'll have to do Gina later."

I sat downstairs hearing the bed creak, and Andrew and Maria panting and grunting. I thought the bloody bed would fall on my head the way they were at each other. It was nearly ½ an hour, and I guess two more fucks before Maria came down the stairs. 

"Well, I guess you can have him now, if you've got the guts."

I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I sprawled out on my bed and sobbed. I wasn't jealous of them. I mean Andrew was showing his true colours now. Anyway, he was still married to mum, and I'm sure I would have come to my senses before I let a moron like that fuck me.

Naturally I sulked and crashed things about, just so he knew how disgusted I was with him. It took him only 15 minutes before he started grovelling. I ignored him giving him the silent treatment. I knew it was driving him mad, but fuck him anyway!

The next day at school Maria and Lucy sat together ignoring me, and playing there stupid pathetic game whispering to each other and giggling. Well they were welcome to each other, fuck them both! Martin was getting on my nerves as well. Just to piss him off, I dumped him in front of the whole class. 

My period was due and I suppose I was a little ratty, but I snapped at nearly everyone. 

3 days later I had started responding to Andrew with the odd grunt. But a few weeks later I was terrified. Andrew caught me crying in the bathroom. 

"What's up?"

I showed him the pregnancy testing kit I had bought, well the little indicator. 

"Fucking hell," he mumbled slowly.

"My last period was well, I just thought it was very light, but, but I bought this the other day, I mean just to see how they work. Andrew, I'm having a, a, what the fuck am I going to do now?" I sobbed.



Gina's Life Ch. 05



3 days later the doctor confirmed my pregnancy. When mum phoned from America I couldn't bring myself to tell her the news. I made Andrew keep quiet about it, but he wasn't happy. I spent days thinking of what was to become of my life. I was fine dishing out advice to Lucy a few months ago. But now I was pregnant I wasn't really sure what to tell myself.

Andrew was nagging me to tell mum. What the fuck was it to do with him anyway! He was happy fucking my friends a few weeks ago. I bet he didn't think twice about getting them pregnant, well not Lucy obviously. Maria was on the pill, but I bet he never even asked.

"Can I see Martin, Mrs Hayward?"

She looked me up and down like I was a piece of shit. She stood there in her designer clothes and jewellery, looking like some distant relative of the queen!

"Why?" she asked with an accusing look. 

"Mrs Hayward, we really need to see him, and you better be present as well," Andrew said.

We stood there all awkward as I faced Martin. Andrew prompted me, but I could see this wasn't going to go down well.

"Martin, um, I'm having a, baby, your baby."

I felt someone grab my arm, and before I knew it I was being marched to the door, by Mrs Hayward. 

"You get out you little slut," she spat in my ear. 

Andrew finally managed to calm her down as I sat crying in a chair. Martin, well, he just looked in shock.

"But I wore a condom," he blurted out, as his mother and Andrew argued.

"My god, you mean she is telling lies? Now get out or I will call the police," Mrs Hayward hissed.

"Yeah but don't you remember, it came off? Martin, you had to fish it out."

"That doesn't mean it is his. My god, you could have caught anything from her," Mrs Hayward snapped.

That started the arguing again, and me crying. Mr Hayward came in the door and yelled at us all. So once again I had to repeat the story of the condom coming off. 

"Are you sure it can't be anyone else's baby?" Martin's dad asked.

"Oh I bet she has got a long list of possible men. She just picked on poor Martin because we have money."

God if I wasn't crying I would have kicked her fucking teeth out!

"Look Gina is convinced it is Martin's baby, and I believe her, but if we had a test done then all this will be sorted out," Andrew suggested.

Again shouting started and I ran out of the house and jumped into Andrew's car. I sat sobbing as the raised voices carried on in the house. 

"Gina, is it really mine?" Martin asked quietly, through the open window of the car. 

I looked up from the car and nodded. He opened the door and took my hand. We walked round the big garden surrounded by a high wall. We didn't talk for a long time, because I think, Martin was just getting his head round the idea of being a dad. 

"I'm sorry I dumped you," I mumbled.

He laughed a little. 

"That really doesn't mean anything now does it? You know I would still go out with you, and well, if you decide to keep the baby, then I'll help you."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

We walked round the garden again, and then we went back to the house. Before Martin opened the door he took my hand and gave it a squeeze. We stood there listening to the conversation for a few seconds before anyone noticed us. We just held hands as they went on about what to do for the best. 

Andrew suggested we all had a few days to calm down and think things over for a time. Mrs Hayward finally agreed, as long as we kept quiet about the whole thing. We sort of agreed with her. 

"Just get one thing clear young lady, if that baby is my son's, I'll never let you marry him."

As Andrew and I walked back to the car I played her words over in my head. Fucking marriage, did she really think I wanted that?!

Two days later I started crying. Martin had bought a little teddy bear for the baby. I stuffed it in my school bag before anyone noticed. 

When I got home from school I threw the teddy in the back of my wardrobe. After tea I went and got it out and put in on my dressing table. I straightened the ribbon around its neck, and for the first time in ages I managed a smile. 

"Hey Gina, come downstairs, I've got a surprise for you," Andrew called.

I stood looking at his new car parked on the pavement. 

"Wow," I said sarcastically.

"Look, it isn't that bad. It's a fiesta, its 6 years old but it goes okay. Here," he said with a grin.

I took the keys from him, and looked at the tag.

"It's got my name on it," I mumbled, "is it for me?"

"Yeah, I've sorted out insurance and everything. Well come on, let's go for a drive."

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. My eyes filled with tears as I ran to the driver's door. I jumped in and started it, at the third attempt. 

We drove around for a few minutes, and then I dropped him off and went to show Maria. She was out, but her mum told me she had gone to the shops. I waited outside the shop in my little red car. For the last few weeks the baby had filled my head, but now I had something to take my mind off of it for a while. Just something else to think of in my life was what I needed I suppose. I knew I was having a baby, but it wasn't the end of the world, was it?

I saw Maria come out of the shop with a rough looking bloke. I went to honk my horn until I saw him taking her into a pub. When I got to the pub I couldn't find her. The landlord looked at me and pointed to a door. I went through the door and up the stairs. I heard Maria talking in one of the rooms. I knocked on the door.

"Maria, it's for you," the guy said, as he stared me up and down.

"Christ, what are you doing here?" Maria hissed quietly, as she shut the door.

"Your mum said you had gone to the shop. What are you doing in there?"

"Gina, I'm just having some fun."

She seemed to stop and think for a moment.

"Look, do you remember what we did at school, down by the wall?"

"Yeah, of course I do," I replied.

"Well, I'm getting paid for it here. Why don't you join in with me? Hell two girls will really blow their minds."

"But, I've come to show you my new car. I don't want to get involved with anything like that." 

"Fine, but how are you going to afford to run it? Come on, we'll have some fun, just do what we did at school."

"But, I've still got my uniform on," I mumbled.

"So have I stupid, anyway they like that sort of thing," she said with a wink.

I sort of got dragged in there. The room was dark, apart from a couple of powerful lights that seem to be trained on a bed. Maria took me to the bed and sat me down.

"I don't know Maria, what do we have to do?" I whispered feeling a little worried. 

"Just relax. I swear it isn't that bad."

I felt her hand on my thigh, and then it travelled up my black tights and under my skirt. Before I could start to say anything she was kissing me. 

I couldn't see anyone in the room because the lights were so bright. I could just make out a few shadows of men standing around, and the little red glow from cigarettes they were puffing on. 

"Kiss me back," she whispered, and then she quickly returned her mouth to mine before I could object.

I could feel my skirt going up as Maria put her hand on my panties. She put pressure on me, forcing me to lie on my back. She carried on kissing me and groping me, until I relaxed a little. 

"Get your clothes off," some bloke called quietly from the shadows.

I struggled a little, but Maria pinned me down.

"Come on, you have to fucking do this for me," she whispered.

My blouse was soon open and Maria worked it off, closely followed by my bra. I heard some guy groan when my tits came into view. She sat astride me and quickly pulled her top off. I struggled a little, especially when I saw her bare pussy over my face. Cameras started flashing from several different directions.

"Go on," another voice encouraged.

She pressed down on my face, and despite my moans of disapproval, she ground her pussy on my face.

"Gina, please, will you just fucking do this. Please, just fucking help me?"

I struggled harder as I felt someone pulling my tights and panties down to ankles. A rough finger pushed in my pussy as Maria pressed down more firmly. I couldn't see who the finger belonged to, but it was pressing further and now right up to the knuckle. I felt the finger move out, and then it was replaced by something thicker!

"Get off, Maria, he's fucking me!" I mumbled into a mouthful of pussy.

"Gina, I've got to get some money, please help me here," she begged.

I squealed as the cock started moving in and out, and then I saw a guy with a camera coming closer. I pushed harder and Maria slipped back.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled.

I yanked up my tights and grabbed my blouse as I ran to the door. I felt a hand cover my mouth and a face rubbed next to mine.

"Just keep your mouth shut about this, or pictures of you will appear on every lamppost in town, eating your friend, do you hear me, girly?"

I nodded as much as he would let me.

"Good, now just take a look back and see how much she is enjoying it. She gets paid well for this, don't spoil it for her."

I looked back to see Maria giving some fat guy a blowjob, while another man was starting to fuck her.

"Here, take this for your trouble, and remember, she is free to do as she wants, so just forget you were ever here."

I nodded again, and he shoved me through the door. I looked down at the £50 note I was clutching, and wiped away a tear.

Maria pulled me to one side the next morning at school.

"Gina, for fucks sake, you must keep quiet about last night. They will get mad if you say anything, they will hurt you."

"What about you?"

"I'm doing it for the money, it beats working in a grotty café like old Scar Face, and I get more for a few hours than I would for a week anywhere else."

For the rest of that day I couldn't get my mind off Maria having sex with those men. She seemed perfectly normal at school. Several times I tried to talk her out of it over the next few days, but she told me to forget it. Well I suppose it was her life, and I couldn't make her change her mind. 

Three days later I filled up my car with petrol, and when I got back from paying for it I found a note on my seat. The money comes in handy, doesn't it, girly?

I looked all around, but I couldn't see any sign of the bloke who left the note. I felt scared, but it did make me keep my mouth shut. 

When I got home Andrew had just come off the phone. 

"That was your mum. I didn't tell her, but you are going to have to the next time she phones."

I nodded.

Martin came round the next day. We talked about the baby and he seemed really enthusiastic about becoming a dad. Easy for him I suppose.

Andrew was out and I sort of dragged Martin up stairs, he didn't need much dragging really. He was all over me with kisses, and being kind and caring.

"Martin, just fuck me. Just screw me hard."

He slipped into me and started fucking me. I guess he was just as desperate as I was really. I was grabbing his ass trying to get everything I could. He was panting hard and didn't last very long. He slowly got off of me.

"I didn't really satisfy you, did I?" he said, looking down at his feet.

"Don't worry, I'll get what I want later," I said, looking at the eye that had been watching me through the crack in the door.

"What do you mean by that?" Martin asked.

I smiled at him, "I mean, when you get used to pleasing me of course, now you had better go before Andrew gets home."

Martin was just going out of the front door when I walked naked to my stepfather's room, "Did you enjoy that, did you enjoy watching Martin fuck me?"

"No, I wanted to pull him off and take his place, if we are being honest here."

"Why didn't you, you bastard, why didn't you just come in and fuck me?" I panted.

He got off the bed and stood behind me. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his cock. 

"You are having his baby," Andrew mumbled close to my ear.

"So, I'm not married to him," I gulped.

"You are going steady with him, you are having his baby, and you still behave like a slut," he hissed, as he mauled my breasts.

I started jerking him faster, as he kissed my neck and pulled my tits even harder. I was getting wetter by the second!

"You have always watched me, you are a fucking pervert, spying on me," I growled through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, and you never said anything. You are the biggest slut in the town."

I whimpered as he started running a finger over my pussy. I closed my eyes and felt my legs go a little weak.

"Maria is a bigger slut than me, and you've had her," I hissed.

Andrew spun me round and pushed me back on the bed. I crawled back and watched his face as I opened my legs wide. I ran a finger in my pussy and opened it for him.

"Go on then fuck me, make me a bigger slut than Maria, make me your slut."

He crawled on the bed and I grabbed his cock. I rubbed it along my pussy, watching his excited face.

"You know, I reckon Maria is a better fuck than you. You just want to be better than her, but I don't think you can," he snarled.

"Bastard," I moaned, as I slapped his face and narrowed my eyes.

I jerked his cock hard watching him wince. I could feel just how big he was, and I knew Maria took him with ease, but I didn't think I could.

He was still panting lustfully at me. Our eyes were just locked on each others. This was it. I just wanted my stepfather's cock in me now. I gulped.

"You will go steady with me, won't you?" I whimpered.

"We'll go at your pace, just relax."

I gave him a little nod, and then took a deep breath.

"Fucking hell," I screamed, as the phone rang next to the bed making me jump.

Andrew looked at it and pulled away. I held his cock firmly.

"Can't you just let it ring, I want fucking and I want fucking now!" I yelled.

He twisted away from me and picked up the phone. He listened for a moment, and then turned to me. He held the phone out.

"It is your mum," he said.

I watched him pick up his clothes and he went out of the bedroom.

"Hi mum," I mumbled.

"What the hell are you up to getting pregnant? I'm coming home on the next flight tomorrow."

"How do you know about that?"

"Martin's father's cousin is my agent. For god sake Gina, didn't you make him wear a condom? I told you to go on the pill, I begged you."

"I did, and it fucked up my body, you know the pain I was in."

"Put Andrew on, where the hell was he when you were getting knocked up?"

Well I couldn't say watching through the crack in the door, could I?

Even from my bedroom I could hear mum's voice on the phone. She was screaming her fucking head off at Andrew. The poor sod couldn't get a word in edgeways. He came in to my bedroom, but I could still hear mum's voice in the background somewhere, yelling and screaming.

"Where's the phone?" I asked.

"I've left her talking to the alarm clock. Gina, I'm going down the pub."

I nodded.

I went into mum's bedroom a few moments later. She was still yelling and obviously didn't know Andrew wasn't listening. I jumped and stifled a chuckle as the alarm clock went off right by the phone. I heard mum shriek, and then she started shouting Andrew's name, until she finally realised she was talking to herself, and the still sounding alarm clock. I stopped the clock and picked up the phone. Mum had hung up.

I got dressed and went down the shops, it was 9 o'clock and I just made it as they were shutting. When I came out Billy and Kevin were outside. They walked me home, and then I realised Andrew was still out.

"Can we come in then, Gina?" Billy asked.

"It depends what you want?"

"Well I could do with a drink," Kevin said, and Billy nodded.

"Well in that case no. But if you want to fuck me you've got an hour and a half before Andrew comes home from the pub."

I stripped off in front of them, and then walked up to them, kissing Billy first, and then Kevin. 

"Shit, I haven't got any rubbers, have you?"

Billy shook his head.

"Don't worry guys, you don't need them anymore."

I knelt down in front of them as they got their dicks out. I licked and sucked Kevin's dick for a few seconds, and then I did the same to Billy's bigger dick.

"So are you on the pill now then?" Billy asked.

I thought about saying no, just to see if their heads could control their dicks. I mean that might be fun. Just watching them squirm and back out, or take the risk and fuck me.

"No, I'm not on the pill. But if I get pregnant it's my tough luck isn't it?" 

I started kissing cocks again and looking up at them with big longing eyes.

"Fuck, I don't know." Billy mumbled.

"Oh come on guys, I mean if I do get pregnant it'll be obvious who the father is. If the baby is white its Billy's, and if it is black its Kevin's, simple," I said jerking both cocks at the same time.

"Well, what do you reckon?" Kevin asked his mate.

"Oh relax, I'm only joking. Now get your clothes off the both of you."

Kevin was first, his black cock wasn't that big, but he opened me up nicely for Billy. I felt Kevin squirt in me, as he banged me as hard as he could. In his final throws I looked over to Billy. He was stroking himself and he was going to be my biggest cock so far. As Kevin moved off and sat panting on the floor, Billy got into position. He started pushing in, a little too eagerly. I winced, but I kept it to myself. I took deep breaths for a while, as I felt my pussy stretching.

"Are you okay?" he grunted in my ear.

"Sure, let me know when you are going to stop fingering me and put your dick in?" I mumbled.

I suppose it was a silly thing to say, as he started humping me as hard as he could. I could feel my pussy hurting a little more. Still, I'm just glad it wasn't Andrew's, he had another 4 inches or so on Billy, and he was much thicker. But Billy was really doing something to me that I hadn't felt for ages. I could feel my body quivering with excitement. His cock was doing wonders to me, and although I tried not to let it show, I just couldn't help it.

"Oh Billy, oh fuck Billy. That really is great, just keep doing that please Billy, please!"

"Do you like that then you little slag?" he whispered in my ear.

It was hardly romantic, but it sort of went with how I was feeling.

"Yeah, fucking yeah," I squealed, as my orgasm shot through me.

I had my mouth open and my eyes closed just enjoying it. That was until Kevin put his thing in my mouth! I tried to get him off, but he just shoved it in and held my head until I started sucking him. 

"Do it in her mouth mate, make the bitch choke," Billy hissed.

I swallowed and I gulped as Kevin pumped his black cock in my mouth. Finally he let me up and I coughed and choked. I could taste and smell fucking fish! God knows what made him taste that way. The Australian teacher never tasted like this. Still I suppose Kevin had fucked me, but hell my pussy doesn't stink like this, well I'm sure it doesn't, I think. 

When Billy extracted himself from me I'm sure my pussy was left gaping. I got off the bed and made my way to the bathroom while the boys dressed.

"Hey, can we do this again sometime?"

I smiled at Billy. I reached up and kissed him, as Kevin had a feel of my tits. 

"I'll go out with you, if you want?" I whispered.

"No thanks, besides, aren't you having Martin's kid?" Billy said with a grin.

"How did you know?" I shrieked.

"Hell, does that really matter? Anyway it was all over the school yesterday. Still, at least his dad has got money, just come to me when you want better sex."

I sat on the bed in shock. I knew that sooner or later I would start to show, but I wanted to keep it a secret until I was easier with it myself. Now I had made a complete fool of myself by asking Billy to date me. I know I was going with Martin, but I honestly couldn't see us lasting with or without the kid. Anyway his mum would make sure we didn't get as far as the church. Evil fucking cow!




Gina's Life Ch. 05



At school the next day I felt like I had a neon sign on my head. One girl walked into the wall because she was to busy staring at me, the ugly twat. When I clapped eyes on Lucy and her big fat stomach it just made me feel worse.

"You can sit next to me if you want?"

I just looked at her like she was mad.

"Move," I snapped at Derek.

He got up gathering his books and I sat next to Martin.

"Who the fuck did you tell?" I hissed. 

I saw him look at Lucy. He might as well have put posters up!

"I thought she could help you, I only did it for you," he whispered.

I closed my eyes and looked away. 

"Fucking idiot," I growled under my breath.



Gina's Life Ch. 06



Maria wasn't at school, but I doubted if Lucy could resist telling her I was now pregnant. I tried phoning her at break time but I didn't get an answer. Anyway when I got home after school mum would be home. I guess that was more than enough to be going on with.

Martin walked me home after school.

"Can I come in with you?"

"No, I don't think mum would cope with that very well."

He shrugged his shoulders and handed me my school bag.

Mum looked at me for a few seconds as I just stood in the doorway. She opened her arms and cuddled me as I cried. Finally she pushed me back and held me by the shoulders, she looked deep into my eyes.

"So, is this boy going to marry you?" she asked, after a few seconds.

I shook my head.

"I think he would if I let him, but at the moment I don't know what I want. Anyway, his mum wouldn't let that happen."

Andrew came in at that moment. Mum launched into him straight away. Then he mentioned the car he had bought me. 

"For heavens sake, Gina gets pregnant and you buy her a bloody car!"

She threw her arms up in the air.

"Bloody ridiculous, well if you are feeling that generous couldn't you buy her something bloody useful? She is having a baby, a car is the last thing she wants right now, you cretin."

Well mum was wrong there. I walked out and went for a drive. I didn't think they even noticed I had gone!

Eventually I got hold of Maria, I picked her up and we went for a drive into the country. My mobile went off just as I turned the engine off. I switched it off and threw it on the back seat.

"Was that your mum?" 

I nodded.

For the next hour we talked over our problems. Maria told me she had stopped doing the sex thing in the pub. Now she was more like her old self. We ended up laughing and joking for a while. 

"So, is your mum still splitting up with Andrew?"

"Yeah, well he came home from work and they started again. Arguing I mean. I bet he will be gone by the time I get home."

"So, did you ever do it with him?" Maria asked with a grin.

I shook my head.

"Shame, anyway let me know where he ends up staying, I might go and see if he needs any company from time to time."

"You fucking slag," I said with a grin.

"Yeah, you and me both, darling," she said.

We were still giggling when I dropped her off at the pub. 

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?"

"Maria, I'm pregnant, the poor little shit has enough to cope with having me for its mum. I don't think it would like being born with a hangover. Anyway I thought you weren't doing the sex thing anymore?"

"I'm not, I told you. I just want a, drink."

We kissed and hugged and I watched her go into the pub. My smile soon faded when I realised what I was going home to.

The house was quiet when I got in. Andrew's car was still on the drive, so that was a good sign, well I hoped. I guess mum was jet lagged or whatever due to the flight back. When I got to the top of the stairs I heard snoring. Both of them, and coming from the same room!

At breakfast I watched Andrew come in. He put his arms around mum's waist and hugged her from behind. She didn't squeal or hit him with the frying pan, she actually smiled! At least that is what I think it was. He was kissing her neck and she was bloody giggling now!

"Do you two have to do that?" I grizzled.

"Darling, Andrew and I are going to try again. We had a long talk, amongst other things, when you went off in a sulk. I have been neglectful, and some of this is my fault, so today we start a fresh."

"Pardon me for not jumping through hoops," I mumbled sarcastically.

So there I was at school wondering just how my stepfather could cheat on mum, and then pretend it didn't happen. Fucking hell men are pigs!

I went for my interview for my job experience. I didn't really see the point. I was going to be a mother now, so why the fuck did I have to go and work in a grotty supermarket! Anyway, I did the next week, of course I didn't have much enthusiasm, and I flatly refused to clean the fucking toilets. Marge was well into her 50's and we got off on the wrong foot, stupid fat cow. Well she just didn't seem to care that I busted a nail picking up a stupid Christmas selection box. She left me there stacking a shelf, and all on my own at that!

I went up to the canteen and had a coffee. Marge came in 5 minutes later with such a scowl on her ugly fat face. She marched me down to the shelf and pointed at it. 

"This is all wrong, you have stacked them up side down, and some of the boxes are squashed," she growled.

"Well they wouldn't all fit in the shelves. This is slave labour you know, my feet hurt and that bloke on the fish counter keeps leering at me, has he got something about uniforms, the ugly old shit?" I snapped.

"That is my husband!" she shrieked.

Christ, no wonder he can't keep his eyes off me, if he has to bonk her when he gets his gross and probably smelly little cock hard! 

"And this, what is this? You can't just put any sign on any shelf," she shrieked in horror.

I watched her scamper off to the tills. I stood quite pleased with myself. Well all those happy customers with Christmas selection boxes cuing up, all smiling and clutching boxes from my display.

I smiled at the store manager. God he was cute, and only about 30. Marge was busy telling him I was the reason for the sudden rush on the selection boxes. He picked up the sign and looked at it. 

"Buy one get three free, and a free litre of petrol, before midnight," he said reading the sign. 

He looked at me and pointed to the sign.

"Did you write this?"

Oops, I guess I had fucked up big time here. 

"Well Marge told me to put a sign on it, she told me to use my imagination," I mumbled.

"I said to use your imagination about where you put the sign," she hissed through gritted teeth. 

She grabbed the sign from the manager and turned it over. 

"Oh," I said with a sigh and a shrug.

She put the sign back the right way round.

"Oh I see now, it is buy one get the second half price."

"I think you can go and clean the toilets now, don't you?" she snarled, going very red. 

"No, she can come up to the office and shadow my secretary for the rest of the week, at least that way someone responsible can keep an eye on her," the manager said.

I think Marge was ready to explode now. She was shaking and looked very red faced. I smiled at her and she turned and waddled off on her fat little legs, mumbling something about not seeing anything like it in all her life. 

So for the next week I would be able to play assistant secretary, far more me I think.

Alison was nice and just a few years older than me. We got on very well. She even gave me a couple of her skirts that I said looked nice. Now I knew Gavin the manager was married, but he did flirt a lot with Alison, and they went off to lunch together. I could see the twinkle in her eye when she looked at him. But on her day off I decided to have some fun with him, just a little teasing you understand. I took his coffee in and bent forward showing him a lot of cleavage. He noticed and coughed a little. I gave him my cutest smile, and asked if he wanted anything else. He gulped as I waited for his answer. I turned on my high heels and looked over my shoulder. His eyes ran up the backs of my legs all the way to my tight red miniskirt. I smiled at him and left.

20 minutes later he was finding any and every excuse to call me into his office. When I bent down to get a file from the bottom drawer, I knew the tops of my black hold ups would be showing. I waited for a moment and he came up behind me. I felt his hot hand on my thigh and it glided up under my skirt. I straightened up and twisted round. I forced my mouth on his and sucked his tongue in. My breast got a right mauling as I fumbled with his zip. 

"My wife doesn't understand me," he mumbled, for some strange reason.

"Who the fuck cares," I replied.

His hands were in my bra and panties, and he was having a right good feel. 

"Can we go in the loo?" he panted.

Luckily he had a loo right next to his office. We sort of staggered into the cubicle and he stopped groping me. He was panting and hard and I just wanted him to fuck me, but for some reason he was a little reluctant.

"Can, you do something for me?" he asked, with a very red face.

"Sure, what do you want?" I asked.

He gulped and then took a long quivering breath.

"Can you, um," he stammered.

"Can I what?"

"Can you put these on and play with me for a few minutes?"

I looked at the pair of yellow rubber gloves he was holding in his shaking hand. 

"Um, you want me to wear them?"

He nodded.

"Yes, and toss, toss me off into your mouth, if you don't mind, and if you could manage to pee while you are doing it, well that would be nice."

He looked at me with big pleading eyes.

"You say your wife, doesn't understand you?" I asked.

He nodded. I took a deep breath.

"Well that figures. I'll try anything once. Do you do this with Alison?" 

Even though he couldn't answer straightaway I could see it in his eyes.

"Sometimes, well all the time really. She was the one who suggested it, and now we are both hooked on it."

"Don't you want to fuck me though?"

"Good God no, I only ever fuck my wife." he said, like I was mad or something for even suggesting it.

So, I put on the rubber gloves and sat on the loo with my panties round my ankles. I couldn't believe the way he jumped and groaned when I first touched him wearing the rubber gloves. Now each to their own, but he was really into this. I just stroked his cock and balls with the noise from rubber gloves filling the little cubicle. I sat there trying to pee and luckily I did. When he heard it splashing into the water he was panting and gasping even more! 

"Can you stick, a finger, um, up my ass?" he panted.

"Are you queer or something then?"

"No it just feels good, the rubber I mean."

So I reached under him and jammed my finger in his ass. This was way fucking weird, but he seemed to like it. I poked and prodded hoping I was doing the right thing, as my other gloved hand stroked him faster, feeling the strange sensation of his cock in the rubber glove. I started to kiss the tip of his dick, before I moved onto sucking the head. My hand was everywhere now, rubbing faster until he groaned and shuddered filling my mouth. I pulled my finger out of his ass, and I sort of left the rubber glove in there, oops!

He half staggered out of the cubicle doing up his trousers. I heard the toilet door close as I sat there. 

"Well fuck me," I mumbled in amazement, as I gazed at the rubber glove. 

The next day, there I stood dangling a rubber glove from my fingers. He followed me in the loo like a little eager puppy. He sat on the floor with his head back over the toilet bowl. He started jerking his cock, and this time he was wearing the rubber gloves. I just stood there waiting for him to get near the point of no return.

"Gavin, I've changed my mind, I want more for doing this, £100?"

"God, yes Gina, yes!"

Now I wasn't really into this, but getting money for sex seems to be in lately. So I just started peeing, right over his head! Now I knew why he often changes his shirt, and looked like he had washed his hair halfway through the day. When I finished peeing, and he had stopped shaking and coming, I went to reach for the loo roll to wipe myself. He stopped me and lifted his head to my pussy. Okay, yes he made me come, but the whole pissing thing was weird. I mean, I'd let him fuck me, but he didn't want that. But when I just mentioned in passing that I was off to the loo, there he was practically pulling my panties down for me! Anyway, I got the £100, and he told me that if I wanted to work there on the checkouts I could, but like I said, it wasn't really me. 

4 days before Christmas we all sat in the lounge at Mrs Hayward's. I was sandwiched between mum and Andrew on the couch. Mr Hayward sat in a chair smoking his pipe, and Martin was stood by an empty chair. In she breezed, the fucking stuck up bitch. I wasn't sure if she expected us to stand up and curtsey. She sat in the empty chair and arranged her flower print dress for a few moments. She reached out and took Martin's hand and smiled sickly at me. 

"Now first of all, while Martin must accept some responsibility for the baby, he will not be marrying Gina. My husband and I have decided we will give you £30 a week."

I could feel mum puffing her chest up to say something. Oh no, here we fucking go I thought.

"I'm sure you will spend the money correctly. Also the baby will be brought here every other weekend, so Martin can have a hand in bringing it up."

"If they want to get married don't you think it is up to Martin and Gina?" mum snapped.

Mrs Hayward glared at my mum.

"My dear woman, I'm not having my son marry some girl from a council estate," she shrieked in horror.

I sat with my head in my hands as the shouting match started. Andrew and Mr Hayward tried to calm the two women down, but they were both stood up nose to nose snapping and hissing out words at each other. I realised now that it was pretty pointless for Martin and me to be going steady. I liked him, and I guess I was just hoping things would fall into place. 

Mum was still spitting feathers when we got home. Even Andrew gave up trying to calm her down.

The next day mum was in bed and Andrew was in the kitchen. We chatted a little about last night, and he put his arms around me and gave me a hug.

"What are you up to today?"

"I'm going shopping for presents with Maria and a few of the girls from school."

He fished his hand in his pocket and pulled out some notes. He counted out £60 and pressed it in my hand. I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. As we pulled away he pulled me back to him. I sunk my tongue in his mouth as I gripped him round the head. Mum's voice calling from upstairs sort of broke us up. I was breathing heavy as we stood close together. We just looked in each others eyes, and I could tell we both wanted the same thing. Mum shouted for Andrew again and I grabbed my bag and left. I sat in my car for a few moments just watching my hands shake. But the wet spot in my panties was a constant reminder, until I picked up Maria. I told her what had happened with mum and Mrs Hayward, and that I had to stop seeing Martin.

"Well don't dump him until after Christmas, or you won't get any presents," she said with a laugh.

I laughed with her, but underneath I didn't want to be that cruel. Martin was worth more than that. I just couldn't do that to him. Maybe the baby was changing me. I mean I could be a right fucking bitch with ease most times. But this time I would do things right with Martin. I would sit him down and talk to him properly. Fuck, is this me growing up I thought!

I lent Maria £10 to get her mum something. I mean all that money she had from doing the sex thing not long ago, and here she was broke!

3 hours later four giggling girls made their way back to the car park. We had a fun day, Maria, Jackie, Lucy, and me. That was until Lucy stood there and wet herself! She slid down the car grabbing her stomach, her big eyes looked lost and scared.

"Jesus, Lucy I thought you said you had stomach ache?" Jackie said.

"It's not due for another 3 weeks, fuck it hurts!"

Now I guess the three of us panicked a little, fingers tapped on mobile phones trying to call an ambulance. 

"Fucking hell we can't all do this!" Maria screeched.

"No you are right, Gina call the ambulance, Maria comfort Lucy," Jackie said, like some captain in the army. 

"Oh and who the fuck put you in charge then Jackie?" I snapped.

"Well I am a team leader at school."

"So we are not at fucking school now," Maria hissed.

"Yeah and how did you get that then? Mr Abbot I reckon, you have the hots for him, and he can't keep his eyes of you."

"What have you heard Gina?"

"Enough to know you'll keep him in bloody apples for the rest of his life."

"Oh fuck you two. You are just jealous, the both of you."

Lucy started to scream, which sort of got back to the problem in hand. Maria and I both nodded and did what Jackie suggested.

"What are you going to do then?" Maria asked Jackie.

"I'm having a fag, fuck this is stressful," she said, searching through her bag.

"Lucy, the ambulance is on its way, just hold on," I said, with a shaky voice. 

"Fuck this really is stressful," Jackie said again, leaning on my car and blowing out a big plume of smoke.

Lucy had her baby in the back of the ambulance, amongst a load of shouting and screaming. I phoned her mum as the ambulance took her and the baby boy off to hospital. We just stood in the car park all dazed and thinking of Lucy. It was a strange sort of calm feeling. I even had a puff on Maria's fag, just one which made me feel a little dizzy. We loaded the car with all the Christmas gifts and stood staring at each other.

"That'll be me in a few months," I mumbled, staring into space.

We sort of had a team hug right there in the car park. 

"Well, I guess we haven't finished Christmas shopping yet," Jackie said.

"What are you getting for Mr Abbot then?"

Jackie smiled, "He likes horse racing. I thought I'd buy him something to do with horses. Girls, you won't say anything about him and me, will you?"

"Nope, now come on, before the shop shuts."

We all smiled at each other, and then went back to the shopping centre, to the baby department.

We went to the hospital the next day. Both Lucy and the baby were fine. I just sat looking at it all wrinkly and sleeping. I had one of those growing in me, fucking hell! Some baby was going to be dependant on me for everything! 

"Gina, do you want a cuddle?"

I looked up and saw Maria and Lucy staring at me with little grins on their faces. I looked back at the thing in the cot. Lucy got up and took the baby out, I sat in the chair, and this feather light thing was plonked in my lap, sleeping peacefully.

I went to see Martin the day after. I sat him down and told him what I had decided. He just stared in shock for a moment.

"Well, say something?" I said.

"Mum will go mad," he mumbled.

"Martin, at least this way we won't be bound by a stupid piece of paper. We should just try living together, and if we don't get on then, well at least we tried."

"But what if we do get on, what then?" he asked.

"Well, maybe we could get married. Look poor Lucy hasn't got the chance we have. We should at least try and see if we get on. We'll rent a flat somewhere or something."

"You want to do this, really? God Gina, you are the hottest girl in school. You can have the pick of most of the boys. Do you really want to do this?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Here, I bought you something for Christmas. Think about it, and let me know after Christmas."

He stared at the present I gave him. 

"So your mum and dad are out then?"

"Yeah, they went round to Granny's flat, why?"

I took his hand and we went up to his bedroom. We started kissing and I undid my blouse. 

"Get on the bed," he said softly.

I felt him pull my shoes off. I smiled as his tongue started licking my feet. 

"You really like that don't you?" I mumbled, with a smile on my face, "I'll take my tights off if you want?"

He didn't answer he just kept licking, kissing, and sucking my toes. I closed my eyes and felt myself starting to get a bit wet. I pulled my skirt up and shoved my hand down my panties and tights. I started fingering my clit, gently and slowly. Now and then a wave of pleasure moved from my feet to my pussy. Martin really knew how to do his feet licking thing. I was amazed just how much it turned me on. I felt like the goddess again. All the stresses of my life just seemed to evaporate. It was like being in my own little dreamland for a time. I looked down at him watching him kiss and lick with his eyes closed. He really did enjoy doing this, and I knew the hand that was out of sight was pulling his cock. 




Gina's Life Ch. 06



"You dirty boy," I mumbled.

"Gina, are you well, doing it with anyone else?"

"No, of course not," I mumbled, thinking what a question to ask now.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. We smiled at each other. He stared at my panties as my hand slowly moved in them. 

"Hey, you are supposed to be kissing my feet," I said with a chuckle. 

He mumbled something and went back to licking my toes. He looked very red and his fingers were shaking a little.

"Are you close?" I panted.

"Yeah, I've been trying to hold on," he blurted out.

"Stand up, stand up and squirt on my feet. Do it, do it now," I squealed.

When I saw him jerk the first load over my feet, I gasped and shrieked and let myself go. Martin and I both came together. My orgasm was so intense I had to struggle to keep my eyes open. I could feel his hot spunk on my nylon clad feet, but I wanted to see it as well! I watched panting and gasping, as streaks of hot white spunk covered the top of my foot. 

Martin was tugging his cute little cock with quite some force. It was like he was desperate to get more out.

"Oh Martin, give me more than that, give me more you prick," I hissed.

He was panting hard now and squeaking a little. I looked at my foot covered with 3 big streaks on the top, and one that seemed to stretch across my toes. In the end I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. I could hear Martin panting, coming back down. He started stumbling about, and he reached up my skirt. I lifted my ass off the bed and he pulled my tights down and off. 2 minutes later a warm wet flannel was wiped across my foot. 

I kissed him at the door.

"What shall I do with these?"

I looked at my balled up black tights in Martin's hand.

"Wash them for me," I said jokingly.

Christmas went through its usual shit. I had presents and things and gave mum and Andrew their stuff. But Christmas is for kids isn't it? Anyway I got stuff for my car, seat covers and a wax kit. Still I guess Andrew would have to help me with that. Martin came round in the evening and gave me a new bag and some new shoes that I told him I liked. He stayed for tea and then I took him home in my car. He kissed my cheek and dropped a pair of black tight in my lap.

"God I was only joking," I said.

He smiled at me and asked me in to see his mum. Well I had gotten the old trollop a card just in case. She didn't even open it she just dropped it on the table. Mr Hayward seemed a little drunk, and he grabbed me for a Christmas kiss. You should have seen the look his wife gave him. She seemed mortified that he would come anywhere near me. So, me being me, I grabbed him and kissed him back and gave him a hug. I just smiled at her as I pressed my tits against her husband. The crafty devil gave my ass a little squeeze knowing his wife wouldn't see. 

I went out with Maria, Jackie, and a few of the girls on Boxing Day. Martin sort of tagged along. I guess I was going to have to get used to thinking about him. Still he was happy just being there, and Maria thought it was cute having a guy to fetch and carry drinks for us.

Now I wasn't drinking booze, but I was quite happy and relaxed. Mum came in the pub with Andrew, and after an hour she was stood singing at the piano that some guy was playing. 

At the end of the night I ended up ferrying people home.

Mum was pretty pissed and Andrew and I got her to bed. There I was brushing my teeth suddenly aware of Andrew stood behind me. I was only wearing my bra and panties, and as I held on to the sink. He moved close behind me, and I could feel his breath on my neck. I felt Andrew's hand go down the front of my white panties! I pressed back against him. 

"We can't, Andrew, what if mum wakes up?"

He pressed his finger right on my clit. I groaned and relaxed back further to him. That was when we heard mum coughing in the bedroom. This time Andrew didn't pull away, I had to twist out of his grasp as mum started crashing around in the bedroom.

"Andrew, I feel sick," she mumbled. 

I raced to my bedroom just as I heard her stumbling around. For the next few minutes I heard her throwing up, and Andrew trying to soothe her. Well after hearing all of that going on, I didn't feel like finishing what my stepfather had started. I was tired and pissed off. I guess it was just too risky anyway with mum at home. Another thought occurred to me, perhaps I wasn't being to kind on Martin either. I mean the thing with Gavin, and me still thinking about my stepfather was wrong, and now Martin was thinking about us living together, maybe it was time I grew up. Also it was time mum told me about my real dad. I had asked before but she just kept putting it off. I figured he would want to see his grandkid too. 

The next morning mum was staring at the bottom of a glass, she dropped a pill in it and swirled it round. 

"Mum, I was thinking, maybe it is about time you let me get in touch with my real dad. You know with the baby and all."

"God Gina, you pick your times, don't you. Anyway he wouldn't be interested."

"Well how do you know that? I mean, he might like to see the baby."

"Gina, I told you not now, I've got a hangover."

"Well why don't you want to tell me about him? I want to meet him, it's my right."

Hangover or not mum stood there and gave me the evil eye, "I told you, I'd tell you when you are ready."

"Christ mother when will that be? You've got no right to stop me seeing him. I want to know where he lives."

"Listen you little madam, there is no way I'll let that animal near you."

"Don't call him that, that isn't fair."

"Oh not fair, I'll tell you what not fair is, this is not fair!" 

She held up her hand, the one with the little finger missing.

"But, you trapped it in a car door, you said, it got squashed and you had to have it removed."

"Yes bloody yes I said that, because you were only 10 when you asked about it. I lied okay? Don't look at me like that. Look, your father came home drunk. He said he knew about me asking to sing at the pub. He said I only wanted to sing because the men would look at me. He called me a whore, he started thumping me. I couldn't do anything because I was tied to the bed."

"Why were you tied to the bed?"

"Because he liked whipping me. Okay I liked it too, at first, but then the little taps got harder, then he started with things on my nipples. That night he smashed my finger, he said if I ever went singing, the next time it would be my face!"

"Mum, why, I mean, why would he be like that?"

"I don't know. He just turned that way. Anyway, he untied me and dragged me in the bathroom. He held my head in the sink after he filled it with water. I begged and pleaded but he just wouldn't listen. When he finally let me go, and fell into a drunken sleep, I grabbed you and ran."

"So, what happened next?"

"You know that blonde woman that works in the café. That was yours father's little tart. He went and stayed with her. A week later he hit her, and well, then he did a runner."

"Oh mum, I'm sorry, why didn't you tell me?"

"Gina, I'm over it, I didn't want to ever tell you that."

"The woman, the woman who works in the café, what about her?"

"Bella, the woman you and your friends take the piss out of, because she walks with a limp and she has that scar on her face. That was a leaving present from your father."

"We didn't know that. I'm sorry mum. Is that why you had a go at me last year, for laughing at her?"

"Yes you silly girl."

"Does she know I'm his daughter?"

"Yes, now don't you go bothering her, I swear I'll bloody well crucify you if you go asking her about your real father."

"I won't. God she must hate me."

"No darling, she hates your father."

"Mum, I promise not to ask you about him again, sorry."

The next day I just had to go to the café. There she was serving behind the counter, with her husband. I watched her from outside the window. She limped along as she picked up a few dirty plates. I took a deep breath and went in. In all the time I had been going there with my friends she never once looked at me strange, or raised her voice at us. But now the strange look was on her face. 

"Gina isn't it?" she asked.

I nodded, and then placed the flowers on the counter. She looked up at me with a questioning expression on her face. 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

She smiled, and even then I couldn't help looking at the scar on her cheek. My tears were fast running out of room in my eyes. She squeezed my hand and took the flowers.

"Thank you, this means a lot to me," she said, and then she took the flowers to the back of the café, smelling them on her way.

I turned and left. 

"Hey Gina, why did you just give those flowers to Scar Face?"

"Don't call her that Derek, that's not very nice," I spat.

"Hell, you used to. Anyway we never did to her face, so why the flowers?"

I've never punched anyone so hard in my life. Derek was on the ground holding his nose and trying to stop the blood from flowing.

"Fuck Gina, you crazy cow, you could have broken my nose." 

"Just grow up you asshole," I hissed and walked on.



Gina's Life Ch. 07



By the middle of the month mum and Andrew were arguing again, she was off in a few weeks to do another 3 week cruise. But more importantly my school skirts didn't fit anymore. I had moved the buttons several times, but now I was reduced to wearing Lucy's old skirts. I mean me, in someone else's clothes! Even fat Gloria was sniggering at me, the fat ugly twat. Still, it gave me an excuse to bunk off school now and then. 

Martin and I agreed on our next step, and then we went to see his mum and dad. 

Mrs Hayward finally came down off the ceiling after an hour of screaming her head off. Martin and I had told her we wanted to live together. She panted, blew, and then she was jumping up and down accusing me of getting pregnant on purpose. Of course what didn't help was her husband telling her we could have Granny's flat. 

So a few days later there we were standing outside Granny's flat. Oh, Granny was dead by the way. Now I wasn't really struck on the idea. I mean living in some old dear's flat. Surely we should fumigate it first or something? Anyway the rain was cold and soaking right through me. Lady Muck had her umbrella up and she was not going to share it with me. So we trudged up the stairs above the shop and into the flat. 

All of a sudden things didn't seem as bad, the fucking flat was enormous! 3 bedrooms all bloody bigger than mine at home, a lounge that you could get lost in, a kitchen with brand new stuff like cookers and shit, and in the bathroom was one of those massive round baths with water jet thingy's. 

"Mum only had it decorated last year," Mrs Hayward said with a forlorn sigh. 

"Fu, I mean how nice, leather recliners," I said, dropping into one and yanking on the lever.

"Please be careful, they are only 6 months old," she snapped at me.

Now the décor was stylish and quite modern, considering the place was lived in by an old lady. I would have loved to have met her. I bet she was a real goer when she was young.

"That will have to go. I never understood why mum liked it."

I looked at the big painting on the wall, a bloke sat on a chair completely naked with his dick and balls hanging out!

"I quite like it," I mumbled.

"Why doesn't that surprise me," Lady Muck said under her breath.

Martin went to the kitchen with his mum. I think she was a little miffed with me when she offered to show me how everything worked, and I said Martin should learn it first. Wallace, Martin's dad, explained how the flat used to be two flats above the two shops, and his mother bought both, and then had them knocked into one. Now the dirty old sod was trying to look up my skirt when he thought I wasn't looking. He would look in my direction and scratch his head, sort of covering his eyes. I bet he didn't get any at home, I bet Martin really was delivered by a stork! I bet they had sex in the dark, probably fully dressed, with Mrs Hayward with her eyes shut tight and a grimace on her face, just telling him to hurry up, and stop panting so.

"I think the lever has jammed. Can you help me get up?" I asked him.

He stood over me holding both my hands as I wriggled forward. Of course my skirt decided it was going to stay put. I spread my legs either side of the foot rest, knowing the old git was getting an eyeful of my panties. I struggled for a few seconds, and as I looked up into his eyes he was staring straight between my legs! Mrs Hayward appeared just as he was preparing to pull me up. She stood with a shocked look on her face, seeing what her husband couldn't get his eyes off. 

He pulled me to my feet, and I straightened my skirt. I got a little smile from the red faced Wallace. I smiled back and went to find Martin. As I walked past Mrs Hayward she gave me one hell of a glare. I just smiled, like you do. She started hissing at her husband in an angry whisper. Fucking hell was he in for it later! 

Well we moved in, and naturally we had a small party, we invited about 20 in all, but I think just after someone called the police at 4 am, the number was more like 60. Anyway things settled down after that, and I really was quite good at playing the pregnant housewife. I had the meals all figured out, fish and chips one night, an Indian another, a Chinese another, then a pizza, and so on, well we had takeaways all round our flat, so what was the point in cooking? Mum came round to help out now and then with cleaning and things, and on one of her visits she told me she was off on her cruise again. 

Now Mr Hayward would turn up too from time to time. But the dirty old man usually called when Martin was doing his evening job. He would stand behind me watching me when I made him drinks, I could feel his eyes all over me. I felt quite safe, I think he was really too scared to try anything, and not only that, but he was sort of useful to me. 

"Could you clean the cooker for me? We had a pizza last night and some of the topping dropped in the oven."

He was a little reluctant at first, until I sat down and crossed my legs. He must have worked out that he could take a sneaky peek up my skirt, if he knelt down at the oven. I sat there reading a magazine as he scrubbed. He had one eye on the cooker and the other up my skirt! I don't think it bothered him much that I was 6 months pregnant and I felt like a bloody whale! 

"Is this to your approval?" he mumbled.

The way he said it sounded a little odd. I just looked at his red face. I peered into the oven.

"I think you've missed a bit," I said.

Off he went, scrubbing again. 

"I, do a lot of this at home. Sometimes Audrey makes me do it again, if, if it is not to her satisfaction."

"She really is a bitch isn't she?" Now I wasn't supposed to say that, I was just thinking it, and it came out. He stopped scrubbing for a few seconds, and then carried on again. 

"She's going to be mad, when I get home late," he mumbled into the oven.

The way he was saying things really was making me wonder. 

"Martin said she hit you a few times, he heard it."

Wallace had stopped scrubbing now, because he had banged his head. When he appeared from the cooker his face was very red, and his bald head had beads of sweat on the top.

"What else does he say?" he asked faintly, as his fingers toyed with the cloth.

"Not much else, just that she hits you."

"She loves me," he said, standing up and moving to the sink.

"Well I wouldn't hit anyone I loved, and bitch at them like she does," I said, closing my magazine.

He was still staring into the sink, not doing anything, just staring.

"Sorry, you had better go, I've made you late already. You must think I'm as bad as her?"

"You asked me to clean the cooker, and I did," he stated, and then turned round facing me, "if you want me to do anything else, tell me to do it. Gina, I don't mind her, hitting me. She likes it, and so, um, do I."

He was fiddling with the cloth again so fast I thought his bloody fingers would tangle up! I just stared at him, trying to get my head round what he was telling me, and to work out just why he had a lump in his trousers.

"That is pretty disgusting. Do you think I want to see that?"

"Sorry, I had better go," he whimpered, with his head bowed down.

"Maybe I should tell her what you are doing. You come round here when Martin is out and ogle me. You looked up my skirt when you cleaned my cooker. Would that turn you on then, when she beats the crap out of you?"

He stood silent for a moment, and then, he nodded!

"But, it's not like that, she would really go mad. But if I'm late it will just be the usual, we both love it. Please don't tell her."

I shrugged and then nodded, "So, do you want to sort that thing out, do you want to go to the loo and finish yourself off?"

I walked in behind him and closed the door. 

"Oh you are a dirty fucker aren't you?" I whispered.

"Yes, I, I am," he panted.

"Do you think I'm sexy Wallace?" I cooed in his ear.

"God, yes, I, I, I, do."

"Even though I'm 6 months pregnant, am I sexy?"

"Oh yes, oh yeah," he panted.

"Hey Wanker Wallace, what colour are my knickers?"

"G...green."

"Poor Wanker Wallace, whatever would that cow do to you, if she knew you fancied a slut from the council estate?"

He panted and grunted, as he tugged his cock. I moved my mouth just an inch from his ear.

"Wallace, I know what you are thinking when you look at my bump. You are not thinking that I am having a baby, I bet you are thinking that I've been fucked, aren't you?"

He nodded, gasped, and tugged away. His body bent forward slightly.

"I want her to spank you tonight. I want her to do it for me, and then when you fuck her tonight, Wanker Wallace, I want you to remember what you saw up my skirt."

"I, I'm going to," he grunted.

"You are going to remember my little panties tonight, just think of that vision. Think about looking up my skirt?" 

"Yes, yes god yes!" he panted.

His arm was jerking really fast, and his breathing was all over the place. 

"Wallace, just one other thing I want you to remember. When we come for tea the next time, I won't be wearing any knickers, my pussy will be bare, and you won't be able to see it," I hissed.

I left him grunting and moaning finishing himself off. He went out of the flat without saying goodbye. I guess it was just as well, as my pussy was getting a right fingering!

At school the following week Maria seemed a little odd with me. I guess it was because I was sitting next to Martin now. Mind you she seemed pretty moody with everyone lately. I know she had spilt up with some bloke she had been seeing, so maybe she was jealous of me and a few others. Anyway, she really was letting herself go lately, her hair was greasy and she had a few spots that normally she would have done something about. After saying all that she was my friend, and when she wanted some money I gave it to her. I guessed I never would get it back.

Now life with Martin in our own place was quite cool. Okay I needed help, but yeah, it was something I was fast getting used to. His dad really was quite sweet. Well he had to be didn't he? He always slipped me £50, and I would give him a swot on the backside with whatever was close at hand. 

Mum had again fucked off to America, but this time she took Andrew. It seemed her demo tapes had finally gone down well with some producer over there. Was my mum going to be a super star?

Lucy and I went shopping one afternoon, you know for kids stuff. Wallace had given me £140 the day before. I don't know of you are really interested about how I got the money, but here it is anyway.

We were in the kitchen and he was on all fours scrubbing the floor. I made him do it with his trousers round his ankles, and a piece of string tied round his dick and balls. I was there happily tugging on the string and moaning at him, when there was this slap on the window. Now the poor window cleaner just gawped at Wallace, who was scrambling around trying to get decent. The window cleaner now had a big grin on his face, and he was shaking his head like he had never seen anything like it in his life. Seconds later Wallace was hiding in the bedroom and trying to get the string untied. 

"Fucking hell, what are we going to do?" he panted.

"Look stay here, I'll have to pay him."

"What? Do you think he'll keep quiet?"

Poor Wallace was shitting himself. He opened his wallet and I plucked out a load of notes. I shut Wallace in the bedroom and opened the kitchen window. I gave Lloyd £50 and pushed the rest down my blouse. He tucked his money in his pocket and winked at me. 

"You really are a bitch, Gina," he whispered.

"Yeah, and you are £50 better off. I told you it would work, didn't I?" I replied.

Well this sort of put Wallace off coming round again. He was becoming more obsessed with me. He'd just turn up and drop his zip and beg me to hit his cock with a ruler or something! The last straw was him grabbing my tits and begging to fuck me. So that is why I did what I did. I did ask him not to come round again too before you think it was all my fault. Anyway that was it. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. 

So, Lucy and I went shopping for baby stuff. We stood talking to some girl in the queue when we saw Lee and his mum heading for the underwear section. We didn't think anything of it, until she held up a sexy bra! Lee's face was quite red, but he wasn't complaining. Lucy and I just looked at each other, and we shuffled back a bit behind a rack of baby clothes. We inched our way along from rack to rack until we had a better view. 

"God, she's holding another bra up now," Lucy whispered.

We watched Lee's mum pick panties and tights and throw them into a basket which Lee was holding. They went into a conversation for a few moments. His mum shook her head and pushed the basket back at him. He seemed to shrug in defeat and took the basket to the till. She mooched round the clothes and a smile seemed to cross her face. She picked up a grey school skirt and called to Lee. He walked back to her and he stood there looking quite embarrassed as she showed him the skirt, she held it against herself, and this was when he looked over and saw us. He said something to her. She looked over at us and grabbed the basket off Lee. 

"Hello Lee," Lucy said.

"Hi," he mumbled.

"We were just getting a few things for Lee's cousin, she starts at your school next term," his mum said.

"Oh, she must be quite a big girl," Lucy said.

"Yes, well she is about the same size as me. Now we have to go, come on Lee."

We watched them pay, and then go out of the shop. As they got to the door Lee's mum looked back at us with a strange little smile on her face.

"Lucy, do you believe her?"

"Well he has got a cousin starting soon, but no, I fucking well don't."

Lee was a quiet boy, and quite tall. He caught me staring at him the next day at school, several times. At lunchtime I knew he was following me, so I went behind one of the school sheds. 

"Gina, it's about yesterday. Um, well the thing is, well."

"Oh god Lee, relax, I won't say anything. I think you should worry about Lucy more than me."

Poor boy looked close to tears. 

"Don't worry, I'm only joking, she won't say anything. I reminded her about you seeing her with her dad in their car, 9 months before her kid was born. You told me and I know you haven't told anyone else. It would have been all over the school by now."

"So, is it true then, her dad fathered her kid?"

"She honestly doesn't know. It could be anyone from 3. I don't think she is too keen on finding out either way."

He nodded and took a deep breath.

"So why aren't you going to spread it round?"

My mind drifted back to the time in the pub car park. Lee's father was one of the first to get to me when Dave was trying to rape me. He helped Andrew pull him off, and then he calmed Andrew down, before my stepfather nearly kicked Dave to death. 

"I have my reasons, besides I'm not a complete bitch you know?"

"Thanks Gina, I mean it. I hope everything goes well with the baby. So are you and Martin getting married then?"

I laughed, but deep down I was wondering if that would be the outcome of all of this. 

"Don't worry you'll be the first on the list if it happens. Are you really shagging you mum then?" 

He gave me an awkward little look. 

"Gina, I can't help it, how did you know?" he mumbled.

"Let's just say, I have an eye for these things, and besides what you bought her last year wasn't exactly what a son should buy his mum." I said with a wink. 

Well I guess you think I'm getting a little soft now. Just you read on!

Dinner with that fucking bitch the next weekend was never going to be enjoyable, but there was an upside which I had never expected, and I don't mean Wallace. Martin went off to watch the football with his dad, leaving me with that cow. I decided to get away from her by saying I needed a sleep. She was nearly tripping over herself to help me up to bed. So there I was going through her drawers, like you do, when I saw her out of the corner of my eye going down to the shed. Nothing odd in that, but she smoothed her dress down and ran her fingers through her hair. Now that was odd! She even glanced up to the bedroom window, but because of the net curtains she couldn't see me. 

"Holy shit," I squeaked.

Mrs Hayward was now undoing her bloody dress! She just let it drop to the ground and now she was standing there fucking naked! I watched as the shed door opened and a hand grabbed her and pulled her in!

Now I'm not easily shocked, but you could have pulled my legs off and I wouldn't have noticed. So the old bat has a fancy bloke. I wondered why she ran to the phone when I said I needed a lie down. Now me being me, I just had to go and look, well you would, wouldn't you?

It took me a few minutes to get to the shed. But I managed to creep up without any noise. I'm not joking, but I nearly had my baby there and then! There was Mrs Hayward going down on Billy Green! The greedy cow was really doing a good job too. Billy was sat on a box with his trousers down and his eyes closed. Mrs Hayward was groaning and slurping all over his dick. I turned away from the sight before me for a moment. When I looked back she was bent over the box, and Billy was giving it to her from behind!

All sorts of wicked thoughts flooded through my head. I mean the possibilities were endless!

So I stood in the doorway. They hadn't even bothered to close it. I must have been stood there for 5 minutes watching his ass jerking back and forth. God I was savouring every moment as she begged him for it harder and harder. Things started to fall into place, things that Martin had told me. He said he got home from school once and Billy was there with his mum. He said she looked a little bedraggled and quite red. She told Martin, Billy had come to see him. The next month Billy started cutting her grass for pocket money, along with Kevin. 

Kevin as it turns out, was now stood next to me. He covered my mouth and pulled me back away from the shed.

"Gina, keep quiet and wait over by the tree. I'll leave the door open so you can watch," he whispered.

I suppose he must have noticed me with my dress pulled up fingering my pussy through my panties when he got there. So I hid by the tree as Kevin went in the shed. He stood in front of Mrs Hayward and she grabbed his cock and stuffed it in her mouth without a moments thought!

So there she was getting it both ends and squealing on Kevin's cock for more. Kevin had hold of her hair, as Billy pulled out after unloading into her. Kevin tapped his mates shoulder and pointed to me. Mrs Hayward was still stuck on Kevin's cock as Billy walked up to me doing up his trousers. 

"Look at her? You wouldn't think she was such a bloody snob now would you?"

I shook my head still trying to filter everything through my mind. 

"How long have you two, I mean, why, what the fuck....."

"Gina, for fucks sake, she's gagging for it. So, do you want to take the place of my sister?"

"What, I mean to do what?" I mumbled.

"Laura, my older sister sits there with her legs open while Audrey gives her a muffing. The beauty of it is we blindfold her, so she doesn't know who she is licking out."

Now I won't say I raced over there, but Billy had to grab me back!

"Wait until we get the blindfold on her. You'll have to lay right back or she'll feel your bump on her head."

Billy went back and stood behind her fingering her pussy, as Kevin shot in her mouth. She jerked around a bit, but she held on to Kevin's dick until he had to push her away. I stayed flat against the tree, as they told her Laura couldn't make it, but her friend could. I heard Mrs Hayward object for a short time, but Kevin came and got me a few minutes later. 




Gina's Life Ch. 07



Now I thought it was fucking awesome spanking Wallace to get back at her. But now, now she was going to eat me out, and she wouldn't even know it was me!

She looked really nervous as I walked into the shed. Her blindfold looked secure, but I did wonder if it might fall off when things got hot. Billy winked at me as he pushed the slightly reluctant Mrs Hayward to her knees. 

"Now this is my sister's friend, her name is, um, Olive. Just make sure you do a good job Audrey, or she might not keep her mouth shut," Billy whispered in her ear.

Mrs Hayward nodded, as Billy pushed her shoulders. Even though I couldn't see her eyes, I knew she was frightened and a little turned on. My panties came off and I hitched my skirt up. I knelt down over her face and lowered my pussy on her nose. Now because of the bump I couldn't actually see her face. But I could feel her head wriggling as her tongue tried to find my pussy. I wasn't sure if I was going to enjoy this, but just to have that fucking bitch lick my pussy, was more than adequate. Whether I would stay there for long was doubtful. She soon got her tongue in between my lips and started licking. I could hear little groans and panting coming from her, so I knew she was really into this. 

"Get your tongue in deeper, bitch," Billy snapped.

My eyes opened wide as that tongue that caused me so much grief, was now right up in me, and giving me quite a bit of pleasure! 

She slurped at my pussy, as my finger toyed with my button. Mrs Hayward had hidden talents! She didn't have a bad body either, for a woman in her early 50's. She was tall and elegant and usually well dressed, but seeing her in the dirt, stark naked, was something I thought I would never see.

"Are you enjoying that, Audrey you old cunt?" Kevin asked.

A mumbled yes came out from between my legs. God, what a dirty slut my boyfriend's mother is! 

Now keeping me and the baby held up was straining my legs. I waved at the boys to grab my arms for support. When they took some of my weight for me, it gave me the freedom to grind my pussy over her lips and nose. I moved a little so I could get my clit near her mouth. She soon found it with her tongue and I had to really concentrate to keep quiet. I could feel my pussy flooding over her face. When I really get turned on I dripped like a tap, and this was one of those moments!

"Go on Audrey you dirty cunt, Olive is nearly there," Billy hissed.

I thought she might get annoyed by the way Billy spoke to her, but the dirty cow was loving it, well her tongue worked harder and she groaned a lot more! 

I felt Billy go behind and he moved between her legs. I felt her body jerk and she moaned a little, but she didn't stop licking and sucking my clit. I came off just as Billy started fucking her. I had real trouble keeping quiet, as my orgasm exploded all through my body. Somehow I managed to get away with a few squeaks, before I frantically gestured at Kevin to haul me off. I half stumbled out of the shed on Kevin's arm. I took one look back at the blindfolded bitch, with her legs now wrapped around Billy's back. 

"You better get back to the house, I'm going to fuck her, and then she'll be back inside."

I went back to the room and after 20 minutes or so I heard her call through the bedroom door.

"Gina, are you still asleep?"

"No I'm not," I replied.

"I'm going for a bath. You should get up and make a start on tea, I'm sure even you can prepare a salad, and make sure you wash your hands before you touch the food."

Cheeky fucking bitch! This time I held my tongue, I didn't have a go back. But now I had her in my pocket, she just didn't know it yet.

I watched her moving round the kitchen, picking holes in everything I had done. It was hard to imagine she had her face full of my pussy an hour ago. God I had them both where I wanted them now, Audrey and Wallace. I just had to figure out the best way forward, and I had plenty of time for that. I'm not being cruel, I just wanted the pair of them to treat my mum and Andrew with a little more respect, and to be honest I had a really good fantasy later that night, about Audrey dressed as my maid, and Wallace as a butler. I imagined me as lady Muck, making them fuck in front of me, and then dragging Audrey's face between my legs, yes, she really was that good!

A few days later I had an appointment at the clinic in the morning, so I didn't go to school. Martin had already gone and I was getting ready to leave for the hospital. Lucy was coming with me for a little support. She really was turning into a very good friend, even if she was just a thick blonde bimbo. Maria was becoming a complete asshole lately. I wouldn't hear from her for days, until she wanted something, usually money. I opened the door to let Lucy in, and there stood Andrew.

"Your mum wants a divorce. She just went off on one. I've come home and left her in America. I just thought I'd tell you, I'm going to the house to pack my stuff." 

I just stared in shock at him for a few moments, I felt so sorry for Andrew. I let him in and made him a cup of tea. I just didn't know what to say.

Lucy turned up next, and Andrew let her in while I got his tea. There she was all red eyed and crying.

"It's Maria, her mum phoned me, she found Maria this morning in her bedroom, she had, she had a needle stuck in her arm, Gina, Maria is dead."

Lucy and I hugged each other and cried together. My best friend was gone. It was like some terrible nightmare. I wouldn't ever see her again, not that happy smiling face and cheeky grin. 

The little games we shared as we grew up together came flooding back. She was like a sister to me, I wanted her back, I wanted her to walk through the door and ask why we were being so stupid. 

I looked at the photo of her and me that I kept on the windowsill. It was taken two years ago at the circus, in her stupid hat that annoyed the boy behind us. He pulled it off her head and Maria gave him a face full of ice cream. As he got up to go and sort his face out he tripped over Maria's bag that she had shoved back behind her. We laughed and both agreed we could do a better job than the clowns in the show.

I cried myself to sleep several nights, clinging to Martin and repeatedly asking him why my friend had been taken.

At the funeral I was all over the place, all of the girls were in tears, and most of the boys by the end. Maria's mum gave me a big hug. I wanted to say so much to her. In the end I couldn't find anything to say, apart from how much I loved Maria. 

A week later we had a visit from some guy at school. He went on about the dangers of drugs. Several of us were in tears even before he started. I suppose this might seem a little too late. But it was Maria's mum who asked the school to do this because of what happened to Maria. 

Maybe Lucy, Jackie, and I should have worked out about Maria still taking drugs. I mean the money she begged us for, and the way she looked sometimes. The way she always wore the sleeves of her tops down to her wrists, and then there were her spots and general appearance that went down hill. I guess it is easy to see these things after the event, isn't it? 



Gina's Life Ch. 08



Life slowly got back to normal after the death of my best friend. Well I had the fast growing bump to consider, and then it decided it wanted out a few months later, a week earlier than it should. Now I had calmed down since Maria had died, my swearing had been curbed, because I didn't want my kid yelling 'fuck off' as it came out! But I was bang on form in the hospital, swear words and things just flowed non stop. I mean this little thing was in such a hurry! Martin sat there going green and trying to wipe my brow, I mean how fucking useful is that! Finally I felt it ease out. The midwife got hold of it and started rubbing it with a towel, then it cried, so did Martin, and so did I.

"It's a girl, it's a little girl," he whimpered through his tears.

I know these days you get to know before the baby is born, but Martin and I made it clear we didn't want to know early on. So we had a daughter, Kelly Maria, Kelly after my granny, and Maria, well you know. I did clear it with Maria's mum first if it was a girl. She was quite emotional about it. But she smiled and said it would mean a lot to her.

So it was all shitty nappies, and feeding for the first few months. I never went back to school, apart from showing Kelly off once. So things really were set up and I had calmed down. Sex was something Martin and I did now and then, and I thought this was my lot. Wrong!

Little Kelly was 16 months old, and I had dropped her off with my mother. Oh yes, Martin and I had married just over a year ago. So there I was at home alone when the door bell goes. I stood there and just looked at him.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat.

"Can I come in?"

"Kicked you out has she? I bloody well knew it, still it serves you right."

He walked past me and stood waiting for me to shut the door.

"Gina, I've come to try and patch things up. Please, she misses you."

I was in the kitchen by now banging cups around, and waiting for the kettle to boil.

"You know mum is bloody livid with you, still," I mumbled.

"Well she dumped me, she wanted the divorce," Andrew snapped.

"Yes, but you didn't have to go round flaunting your tart in her face did you?" 

We just stared at each other for a few moments.

"Look, I told her it was an accident bumping into her like that."

I narrowed my eyes, "Oh yeah, you took that thick shit to mum's favourite restaurant on her birthday. Do you know just how bloody humiliating that was for us?"

I slid the cup and the sugar bowl over to him. 

"Where is, Kelly?" 

"She is at Audrey's, while I catch up around here. And don't change the subject."

"Gina, she needs you, will you please speak to her? We are splitting up."

"So why didn't you phone? Why did you have to come round here?"

I turned away from him as the tears started to flow. 

"Gina, it is you I want. I guess I always have," he mumbled.

"Oh you bastard, I'm married now, fucking hell, you really do pick your moments?" 

"Look I'm going away, come with me, leave him a note."

"Yeah, why not run off? Hi Martin, your tea is in the oven, I've ironed you shirt, and by the way I'm fucking off with Kelly and going to live with my ex stepfather!"

He looked down at the cup and back to me. 

"Do you know I came to your grotty little flat once? Kelly was just two months old. I had packed enough feeds for her for a few days. I saw Lucy's car outside so I looked down from the street into your basement flat. She was bouncing up and down on your dick like the slut she is."

"Jesus, why didn't you call me?"

"Because I felt a right bloody fool, and I was jealous."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said, rubbing his hand across his brow. 

"Well don't worry. I just made it home before Martin. Then I was told she had moved in with you, bloody hell, I just couldn't believe it."

He looked down at the floor.

"So where are you going?"

He shrugged and shook his head, "Just away from here, I don't know."

"So why all this shit about Lucy needing me?"

"Because she does need you, if you don't want to be with me."

"I can't believe this, you always kept me on my feet, and if it was me planning to run off with you, you would tell me not to be so stupid."

I watched him move to the door, he looked back at me.

"Do you love him?"

"I can't just leave Martin, he needs me. I'm his wife and the mother of his kid."

"That wasn't the question," he said, giving me one last look.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I sunk to my knees in tears.

Lucy phoned me a few days later. We talked a little on the phone, I was a little guarded at first, she had hurt my mum and me by shacking up with Andrew, but I guess I needed a friend, but it still took me a while to see her without picturing Andrew fucking her. 

So I guess having a kid at 19 I fell out of my youth too quickly. While Jackie and the rest went out dancing and clubbing, I was sat at home looking after Kelly. It wasn't long before they stopped calling me, and I got used to being a housewife. Martin was glad I was friends with Lucy again. Lucy wanted me to go clubbing and it took me a few days of her pestering me until I agreed. 

For the first time in ages I did myself up like I used to. I even had to buy new makeup. Martin bought me a new dress, a tight purple mini dress that showed off my curves. Martin's mum had Kelly for the night so he could join us later. Martin was off out with Billy, Kevin, and Scott. Scott worked with Martin, and he was around 27 and so bloody sure of himself. But Martin liked him, and so did Jackie.

"You look bloody gorgeous," Martin said when he saw me in my dress and black high heels. 

I pushed him away as he went to kiss me.

"Don't you dare smudge my makeup, wait until we get home. Martin, this is really short, are you sure you don't mind me wearing it?"

"Nope, besides I'll see you in the nightclub. Are those tights or stockings?"

I looked down at my black nylon clad legs.

"Tights, I can't wear stockings in a dress this short, I'll have men coming onto me all night," I said with a giggle.

"Just like you did when you were younger then," he said with a grin.

Lucy came round to get me and we went out. Now I used to be able to knock back the vodka with no trouble. But I knew I would have to take it easy, it didn't stop Lucy egging me on, but I held out. I was tipsy and happy by just after 11, and the constant flow of men we had to fend off was just like old times. We went onto the club in a happy mood. When we entered the bar we saw the boys eyeing us up. Scott was standing there eyeing me from head to toe, like he wanted to eat me. 

"Well don't you look hot all scrubbed up?" he whispered in my ear.

The bloody nerve of the guy! His hand was around my waist and he was pulling me against him, hip to hip. I twisted away from him, and I then saw the same devouring look on Billy and Kevin's face.

"Where is Martin?" I asked.

Kevin just grinned and pointed over to a drunken looking husband, who was sat chatting to a couple of plain looking girls.

"So, where are the others?" Billy asked.

"They went to the loo," I mumbled, still staring at Martin.

"Well I guess you are more than enough for the three of us, babe. You know hubby really can't drink whisky like a real man," Scott said, as he put his arm over my shoulder. 

Both Billy and Kevin were grinning again, dirty leers wasn't the word for it!

I pulled away from him and went over to Martin. He just looked up and gave me a silly drunken grin.

"Good night girls," I spat.

One gave me a look that told me to fuck off. Her face soon dropped when I stuck my hand under her nose twisting my wedding ring. They got up and wandered off.

"Fucking hell Martin, why are you so pissed? The others aren't, do you really want to show me up?" I hissed.

"Sorry Gina, I guess I'm out of practice," he said with a hiccup.

I sat there next to him fuming, as the rest carried on enjoying themselves. My one night out in fuck nose how long and I'm babysitting a drunken husband!

20 minutes later he wandered off. 

"Do you want me to check on him?" Scott asked.

I nodded. 10 minutes later Scott came back.

"He puked in the loo. I put him in a taxi. He said you should stay and have some fun, babe," Scott said, with a wink.

Lucy and Jackie dragged me to the dance floor, and I mean dragged. I just wanted to go home, but I was so pissed off with Martin I started sinking the drinks that the boys bought me. 

I was soon letting my hair down. I even danced with Kevin and Billy. I was waiting for Scott to make his move on me. He danced with Jackie and Lucy, but he seemed to have one eye on me all the time. An hour later and Scott still hadn't asked me to dance with him. I was watching for him though, he was still eyeing me up with that arrogant grin. I had a sandwich dance with Billy and Kevin. They were real close to me, and rubbing up against me. Scott just sat there watching me do my best moves, I mean why didn't he come and join in? 

Lucy and Jackie tried to get me off the dance floor. I wasn't ready to go yet, I was drunk and having a bloody good time! I could sense they were getting annoyed with me, but fuck them. I was having fun for the first a time in ages, and more importantly I thought I had figured something out. 

I felt this bloke pull me against him. I danced with my back to him.

"You fucking slut!" Lucy hissed.

Jackie was pulling her away now, and that was the last I saw of them that night. Still Billy, Kevin, and Scott were enjoying the show. They sat there smiling at me as this guy kissed my neck as he ground his dick against my ass. My eyes focused, not very well, on Scott. I bet he wished it was him stood behind me? I tilted my head as the guy kissed my neck more passionately. My mouth was open and I just looked at Scott all the time. 

Scott sat there sipping his beer, he never looked away from me once, and his expression never changed, he was smiling at me with his eyes. 

"Do you want to go somewhere, darling?" the guy breathed in my ear.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" I purred.

"No, of course not, sexy," he said with a chuckle.

I pushed my ass back against him more firmly.

"Do you think I'm a slut now?" I whimpered.

"Shit, what do you want me to say?" he asked, a little unsure.

"Well those three guys over there are my friends. They might be smiling, but that is because what they are going to do to you outside."

"Shit, you came on to me!"

He moved away and I sort of staggered back to the 3 grinning men.

"I need to get home now. Can you take home, please?" I purred.

"So do you want to come back to my place then?" Scott asked, as he nudged Kevin,

"No, but I guess you could come back with me," I said smiling at Scott.

Scott reached out and put his hand high on the inside of my thigh. I grinned down at him as I let him stroke my leg.

"What about Martin?" Kevin asked with a gulp.

"I don't think he'll disturb us," Scott said, with a wicked grin at me, as his hand disappeared up my dress.

They walked me home to the flat. When we got to the door I leaned against it. I gave Scott the key so he could open it. He seemed to think I was picking him over the other two. He gave them a little triumphant grin. 

Scott's hand went up the back of my dress and he stared groping my ass and kissing my neck. I let him for a short time. 

"I want you," he panted.

"So is it just you, or do you want the other two to join in?" I whispered. 

"Um, can we get rid of them?" he mumbled.

"What about Martin?" I whispered.

"Oh I think he'll be asleep babe."

"Oh Christ I'm wet, I want you all. Look, go round the block. I'll check on Martin, if he's asleep I'll leave the door open. Kiss me. Please I'm gagging for it?"

His tongue went in my mouth without even thinking about it. 

"Hey, let's get in," Billy said.

I could see the longing in his eyes. I ignored him and turned to Scott again.

"You know I love being ridden hard, fucking hell I've wanted you since I first saw you. Did you see me ask that bloke if he thought I was a slut?" I panted.

"Yeah, I saw you ask him, was that done for me babe?" he groaned.

"Yeah, of course it was. Oh god you've got a package," I moaned, as I rubbed his dick.

"Gina, come on, lets get in," Kevin moaned.

"No wait, Gina is going to make sure Martin is asleep. She'll leave the door on the latch. We'll give her 10 minutes and then come back," Scott said.

"Yeah, god, I'm wet for you all," I purred.

I walked into the bedroom.

"Darling are you asleep? I, I've brought some friends back. I'm going to put some music on quite low. Don't get up will you, I'll be fine."

"Yeah, okay," he mumbled sleepily.

I pulled open my underwear drawer and felt for the stockings I was going to change into for Martin. I closed the bedroom door, leaving him with just the light from the bedside lamp. I put some music on and I filled the kettle. I sat and waited, and had a cigarette. This was going to be one big night, and I just hoped I was up to it!

It was over an hour before I went to the bedroom. 

"Oh, you're awake."

"Yeah, sorry I got drunk, have they gone, your friends?"

I sat on the bed and crossed my legs. I knew Martin would notice I was wearing stockings. 

"Yeah, look do you mind if I go out next weekend, on my own I mean?"

He took a quick glance at my stocking tops. 

"But, it is my birthday, we said we would take Kelly to mum's for the night."

"I know, but she doesn't like me. Martin, I'd like some time on my own, with my friends and next weekend, well they are quite insistent. You don't look drunk anymore."

"Well, I guess maybe I wasn't feeling well, perhaps um, I wasn't drunk," he said with a gulp.

My nylon clad toes were now gently rubbing his face. 

"So, which friends were they?" he mumbled, kissing my toes.

"You didn't get up did you?" I asked, sounding a little anxious.

"No, I just asked who was with you. I wouldn't get up if you told me not to," he said with a quiver in his voice.

His face looked a little red in the glow from the soft lamp. I smiled at his lust filled expression. I slowly trailed my foot over his face, watching him trying to kiss it.

"Good, I mean we didn't disturb you while we had fun, did we?"

He was taking in the scent from my toes. I smiled at him and then dipped my toes in his mouth. 

"So, who was with, with you?" he asked again, in a very croaky voice.

"Oh just my friends, I haven't had so much fun in ages," I purred, and laughed slightly. 

I had my other foot on his chest now. I just kept smiling at him and I gave him a little sexy wink.

"God I can't stand it, Gina, who was with you?"

"Who do you think was with me, Foot Boy?" I asked, pushing the ball of my foot against his lips.

He was shaking now, licking my foot, and sniffing my toes through the nylon.

"Well, I'm waiting, who do you think came back with me tonight? Who do you think I had in our flat while you were pretending to be asleep, and you did pretend, didn't you, Foot Boy?"

I started chuckling as I looked deep in to his lust filled eyes. He was panting hard and I grabbed his erection through the sheets. 

"Martin Hayward, what on earth is this?" I said with a mocking chuckle, as I tugged his cock.

"Fucking hell Gina was Kevin and Billy with you?" he grunted.

I opened my eyes wide and let a sly smile spread over my face.

"Yeah, but more importantly, who else was with me?" I purred softly.

"Scott, he was here too, wasn't he?" he groaned, as he sniffed at my toes deeply.

I chuckled and pressed my hand against my panties and held it there.

"You know, they all left you a little present," I cooed, as I tapped my pussy through my panties.

He looked at my hand and gulped. I kept it covering my pussy. His eyes looked worried as they looked up to my face. 

"You arranged it with Scotty didn't you? You know he really is quite an arrogant bastard. I mean, the way he groped my pussy when we danced. He kept calling me his married slut. So I guess I had better come clean about next weekend." 

Martin was panting really hard now, and he was pulling his cock under the sheets. My foot kept rubbing over his face, and then I stretched my toes and pinched his nose with them.

"I'm going away Friday, and coming back Monday, what do you think of that, Foot Boy?" I asked with a grin.

"I thought you didn't like Sc, Scott?" he stammered.

I smiled and rubbed my pussy, and then closed my eyes and groaned a little.

"Martin, I'm afraid I had to tell you that to hide my true feelings. When I first saw him my panties got so wet I couldn't believe it. But now we are being honest with each other, and we are aren't we?"

I pressed my toes to his lips and I tapped them lightly. 

"Yeah, yes we are," he panted.

"You know he kisses way better than you, in fact he does everything better than you. In fact Scott has been fucking me for months. And to prove how much we care about you he wants you to have this."

I took off my panties and held my hand over my pussy. I got up on the bed, standing right above his face.

"Now, open your mouth before it all drips out darling. I don't want his spunk wasted."

"Gina, no, I don't want that. Fucking hell!"

I put my foot on his chest stopping him from getting away. I lowered my pussy to just a few inches from his face. My hand was still covering my pussy. Martin's eyes filled with fright.

"You know he is not going to be very happy when I tell him you didn't want it, still, from now on you'll be sleeping in the box room. Scott is moving in."

"No, fucking hell no!"

I lowered my pussy on his screwed up and twitching face. He struggled for a moment and then stopped. His watering eyes now stared up at me in shock. I got off his face and glared at him. 

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid Martin? Christ you don't drink fucking whisky, you are hopeless at pretending to be drunk, and those assholes would have to be the last men on earth before they got to fuck me!" 

"You, mean, you and they didn't, do anything?"

"You bastard, I wouldn't even let them in," I yelled.

Tears were rolling down his face now.

"I mean you didn't even ask me, how fucking sad are you? Did you think I would just drop my drawers and everything would be fucking fine? Even if I hadn't have notice the fucking obvious, don't you think I would have questioned why Scott was so fucking sure of himself?"

"Gina, I'm sorry," he blurted out.

"He was just grinning at me all the fucking time. This girl tried chatting him up but he only had eyes for me."

I took a deep breath and stared down on my husband.

"I'm sorry, Gina, I can't help feeling that way."

"Well you had better pretty fucking quick, or I'll be off with Kelly. I'm giving you one last chance, you bastard. We'll never speak of this again, but believe me I could have had affairs by now, so just don't give me cause to regret what I could have had!"

"Gina, look it is just something that, I well, I've thought about a lot. I can't help feeling like this."

"Well like I said, you had better make up your mind if you want a wife or a slut? Go and sleep in the spare room, and if you want a wife be there in the morning."

I sat there and cried for a time. I didn't know if I had gone about this the right way. I wanted to wind Scott, Kevin, and Billy up, and dancing with that bloke was part of it. Again maybe that was wrong, but hell it worked! What troubled me was deep down I enjoyed doing it. But what troubled me even more was when I got home, I was having difficulty in not giving way to them!

It took me ages to get to sleep, everything poured through my head in no particular order. I just knew in the end that if I had let Scott and the others fuck me, sooner or later my marriage would be over. Maybe it was over all ready, I wasn't sure how to approach the next morning with Martin. I didn't even know if I wanted to!



Gina's Life Ch. 09



We lasted just two weeks after that night. I reckoned it was my fault in a way. Maybe I didn't love Martin enough in the first place. Maybe the whole marriage was wrong from the start. So off he went to tell his mum and dad. The vicious bitch was on the phone an hour later. She was spiteful and so bloody infuriating, and then she dropped the bombshell, she wanted me out of the flat by the end of the week.

I just sat there and cried, which started Kelly off too. 

My options were limited, wrong there, they were bloody nonexistent! Mum had moved in with this American record guy, and was living with him over the pond, so I was fucked there too!

But I'm nothing if not a devious little cow. It was time to go to work on Mrs Fuck-face Hayward, and her husband Wallace. Two days later Lucy had Kelly for the afternoon and I went off to see Mrs Hayward. God that bloody smile was so smug. She would have a burglar wondering if he was going to die on the spot! 

"So, have you brought my key?" she asked, holding out her hand.

I hadn't even finished shaking my head when she started closing the door. I jammed my foot in the way and pushed her back. She stumbled and fell, and her shock turned quickly to anger. She was just about to start with the, 'how dare you' speech, when I tugged up my miniskirt and stood over her head.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, you crazy whore!" she yelled.

"You don't recognise this then? Oh but then you wouldn't would you? What if I told you, you had put your tongue up there?"

"Get away from me, that is disgusting," she said, trying to look away from my naked pussy.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Okay, let's make it a little easier for you. Think shed, think Kevin and Billy, think Olive?"

Her face slowly dropped. She pushed herself back against the wall. Those little scared eyes of hers searched back at my face for a few seconds. I lowered my skirt and moved back.

"What do you want?" she mumbled with trembling lips.

"The flat signed over to me. There, nothing else, just somewhere to bring up my daughter, and if you are real lucky I might sell it and move on."

"Wallace would never agree to that, he, he just wouldn't," she whimpered.

"Maybe you could suggest it tonight, over sherry?" I spat sarcastically.

"He won't, he won't, I just know it," she cried.

"You have got until midday tomorrow, if not, then well I guess you could always move in with me when Wallace kicks you out!"

I left her there shaking on the floor.

Wallace turned up at the flat looking very worried. He sat in the chair looking lost as he listened to me. I kept it simple, and he eventually poured his heart out. I told him I was going to tell his wife everything, unless he recounted all the details to me of what we did. He sat there rambling, but after a little prompting for me he spat it all out. I just smiled at him as he sat there getting hard. He reached out a trembling hand and mauled at my breast. 

"You can't resist me, can you Wallace?" I purred, "Maybe I should just tell Audrey everything anyway. I bet she would go mad, I bet she'd kick you out."

His shaking hand recoiled, and then he held out a fistful of notes. 

"Oh Wallace are you trying to bribe me?"

He snatched the money back.

"Anyway, it is your word against mine, Audrey will never believe a slut like you!" he spat.

"Well, Wallace, you have some balls there somewhere after all!"

Wallace stood up with anger growing all over his face. He raised his hand and slapped me across the face!

"Jackie," I called.

Wallace looked at Jackie in terror. 

"Now I'm not sure what to do about this, but I guess I'll have to think for a few days. You know I really like this flat, it is a shame. Now trot off to she who must be obeyed like a good little man, and if you ever hit me again I'll call the police."

He shot out of the flat like a frightened rabbit.

"Do you really think it will work?" Jackie asked.

"Well, I'm sure when she suggests giving me the flat Wallace might think there is something going on. But he knows how much she hates me, and I don't think he'll risk telling her the truth. Well, we'll see tomorrow."

1 month later I was living in America with Kelly. Audrey refused to sign the flat over to me, but she said I could have it for the foreseeable future. I had rented the flat out to Lucy and Jackie for peanuts really. 

Mum's new hubby was loaded, and Kelly and I had our own little house next to theirs. Over the following 2 years I travelled back to England every 4 months to stay with my friends, and more importantly, so that Kelly could stay with her dad for a few days. Even with all of this I felt like something was missing. But I had my daughter and she filled my time anyway. At least I could let my hair down with Lucy and Jackie when I was back in England. We were out clubbing one night just Lucy, me, and a few others from our year at school. Anne pointed to a big breasted girl who was all over this bloke on the dance floor. 

"That is Martin's wife. She comes here quite a lot, and leaves with a different bloke every time."

I sat back and watched her dance and kiss this bloke, and grab him between the legs. He said something to her and she nodded with a grin. I watched her wave her wedding ring at him, and he grinned back and they went off hand in hand.

We sat chatting for awhile, and then someone mentioned Maria, our smiles dropped a little and we all started remembering our friend. For the next ½ an hour we sat and talked about Maria. Wondering what she would be like, if she would have married, that sort of thing. In the end we were laughing, putting her in all the different situations we could think of. It was nice to talk about her, and the next day I took Kelly to see Maria's mum. It was quite an emotional moment, but I think we both benefited from it.

Three days before I was due to fly back to America, Lucy, Anne and I were in a pub. I guess I haven't mentioned much about Anne before. She was always on the edge of our circle of friends, perhaps because she wasn't that pretty at school, and she was quite shy. But she had really blossomed, and her spots and dandruff had cleared up, and she had lost a few pounds

"Hello Gina."

I turned round at the bar and there stood Scott. He still had the same bloody arrogant look on his face. I picked up the drinks and went to go past him. 

"Hey, not so fast, I thought you might like a drink."

"No, I've got one."

I walked on with the tray trying to ignore his stupid bloody grin. Lucy was up dancing with some bloke when I got to our table. 

"Can we go somewhere else?" I said to Anne.

She looked over to who I was staring at. 

"God forget about him, he's just a creep. Come on, let's just enjoy ourselves."

Every now and then I looked over to Scott. He would raise his glass and smile at me. After a few more drinks I was really getting pissed off with him. I marched over to the bar and squared up to him.

"Okay, what is your problem?"

"I've got no problem babe. So are you ready for that drink now?"

Before I could say anything he handed me a glass from the bar. I was that close to throwing it in his face, the smug git! 

"You really missed out on something awhile ago. Now why don't we catch up for a while?"

He moved forward and stood close to me. I threw the drink down my throat. I was panting and angrily, as I stared up into his eyes. Another drink replaced the last, and he just stood close to me with his arm around my waist. For some reason I didn't do anything, something was holding me back. I looked down ashamed of my own feelings. His hand gently lifted my head up, until I was staring into his grey smiling eyes. 

"I hate you," I mumbled.

He just smiled and his head seemed to be getting closer to me. My gaze flicked from his lips to his eyes. I felt his hand on the back of my neck as I started to pull away. The next thing I knew I was kissing him hard. Arrogant bastards always turned me on. It brought out the slut in me, not only that, but I hadn't had a good seeing to for months. Okay I hated him, but my pussy was in charge here. The way he forced his tongue right in my mouth making me half choke even turned me on! When he pulled back he took the drink from my hand. My grip on the glass was that weak I was close to dropping it. He took my hand and I followed behind him as we went to the door. He didn't say anything, and I just followed in a daze. He was like some gladiator claiming his prize. My feet sort of got caught up now and then, and my head felt a little fuzzy. I just followed him and we got into a taxi. He told the driver where to go, and I just sat there feeling quite numb. 

He opened the door to his flat and pulled me gently inside. I just stood there swaying, and unable to focus on anything. He started kissing me again. I seemed to feel like a robot that had been switched off. I felt my blouse slacken until he had undone all the buttons. His head went down and he clamped my left nipple in his lips. He was rough and passionate, and I still just stood there, sort of slumped forward. I felt his hand go up my skirt. He yanked my panties down roughly enough, to make me move half a step forward to regain my balance. 

"Oh fucking hell," I whimpered, as his finger rubbed along my pussy.

It sort of brought me to life, and I grabbed his head as his teeth pulled at my nipple. I turned my head to the left and to the right. I reached back and grabbed the back of the chair to steady myself. I lent back against it and lowered myself to my backside. He just stood there looking down on me, with the grin that I hated so much. I watched his fingers pull down his zip. My mouth hung open and I still felt a little dazed. I seemed to move forward in slow motion. I reached my hand up to the opening in his trousers. My head felt a little strange, and it was now even more difficult to focus. I wasn't a hardened drinker, but I was sure I hadn't had that much. My arms felt heavy and out of control, I couldn't move them after a few moments, it was like they didn't belong to me!

"Here let me help you, babe."

I watched him tug his cock out and he offered it to my mouth. For some reason he seemed to want to rub his dick over my face. He wouldn't stop chuckling either, every time I tried to turn my head away. When he did get it in my mouth he just pushed and pushed. I moved back against the chair, and because of the way he kept pushing I started moving up. My head was against the back of the chair, and he was still forcing his cock further in. By this time I couldn't react at all, it was like some weird dream I was in.

"Got you now haven't I, you fucking slag...come on you fucking bitch, suck it, fucking suck it."

I choked and gagged as he rammed right into my throat. I tried to push him back but I still couldn't lift my arms. He pulled out and grabbed my ankles. He seemed to drag me along the carpet until I was laid flat. My eyes were dropping and my head was spinning. I felt him push into me, and through my misty eyes I saw his grinning arrogant face.

"You fucking whore," he snarled, close to my ear.

My eyes started to drop as I felt him pushing harder. I heard Scott panting and grunting, and then for some reason he pulled out. He pulled me up and twisted me on all fours. I wanted to protest but my mouth wouldn't work. Then I felt him push into me again. Pain shot through me, but still I could only just manage a whimper. 

"God you ass is tight you little fucking cunt!"

When I woke up the sun was streaming through the window, and my head felt like it had a brick on it pressing down. There I was naked on a bed, a bed I didn't recognise. Maybe I had gone into the wrong room, maybe I was in Jackie's room. As I sat up I caught sight of myself in a broken mirror. My breasts were red raw with bite marks. My hair was matted to my head, and my makeup was smudged all over my face. Last night filtered back into my head. But as I sat there I didn't remember going to bed. I didn't remember the bites on my neck, and I didn't remember my pussy aching so much, but I could remember now why my backside felt so sore!

I stood up and wobbled, and then I fell back on the bed again. I made a more positive effort to get to my feet. I found my way slowly to the bathroom. It was bare apart from a half used loo roll, and a bar of soap that looked weeks old. I opened the lounge door and saw the chair. It brought back more memories of last night, but I couldn't remember anything past Scott lying on top of me, fucking my ass! I went round the room slowly picking up my clothes. The room was awful, and it smelt, there was no telly, no pictures no nothing, just a single chair that was torn and stained. I went back to the bedroom and dressed. In the bedroom there was just a bed, and not a very nice one. No curtains, just torn rags hanging at the windows. I saw my watch on the floor and as I bent down to pick it up, I saw ropes tied to the headboard. I went to put my watch on, and that was when I noticed the red marks on my wrists. The bastard had tied me to the bed and done god knows what to me!

I made my way down the bare staircase that stunk of urine, and strewn with faded free papers. I brushed the tears away and went out through the open door that was covered in flaking paint. The shrill of the traffic hurt my ears, and the glare of the sunlight had me screwing my eyes up. This man looked at me like I had just stepped off a spaceship.

"Lady you shouldn't be here. We are pulling this place down next week," he said, taking off his hard hat and scratching his head.

I looked away from him, as I choked back a few tears. It was then I fell forward, and he caught me. I remembered the feel of his rough jacket on my face, and then nothing.

When I woke up Lucy and Jackie were staring at me. They both looked sad. My head cleared slowly.

"Where's Kelly, where is my baby?" I said, as I burst into tears. 

I came out of hospital the next day. I cuddled Kelly so hard she told me I was hurting her. 

"What are you going to do about him?" Lucy asked.

I covered Kelly's ears.

"I'm going back to America. I just want to forget him."

Lucy opened her mouth to say something, she looked down at Kelly. 

"Harry, take Kelly in to watch the telly," she said to her son.

Jackie closed the door behind them.

"Gina, he drugged you. I know you went with him, but fuck me. You can't let that prick get away with it."

"Oh and what do I say? Yes he bought me a drink, and I went back to some fucking derelict house? Jesus, I went back with him, how the hell do I admit that when someone asks me?"

Lucy and Jackie looked at each other.

"Go on, tell her," Jackie said.

Lucy swallowed. 

"Look he drugged you in the pub, he must have done."

""No, tell her, tell her what he did...to me," Jackie snapped, and then rushed out of the kitchen in tears.

Lucy went over and closed the kitchen door. She turned and looked at me for a few moments.

"He did the same thing to Jackie a few months ago, and then he disappeared for a while. She doesn't want any trouble, like you. She wants to forget about it. That is why she hardily ever goes out anymore."

I looked at the kitchen door, knowing Jackie was in there watching the telly with the kids, and probably torn to shreds in side.

"She said it was up to you, she said if you went forward she would. She has spent weeks worrying about it. Can't you see how much weight she has lost?"

"There I was teasing her about being on a diet," I mumbled softly.

We sat in the police station and we were called in one at a time to make our statements. God knows how much the police force spend on tissues. 

I remembered back to the day in the pub car park with Dave. Then what he did to Judy the vicar's daughter. Dave got 8 years, and Judy got a bad memory, for life.

Two weeks later I was back in America, I answered the phone, and was told by a policewoman Scott had been found, and knocked down by a car when the police chased him. He wasn't expected to last the night. The next day Jackie phoned, she told me Scott had died in hospital. She was crying and so was I, with relief I suppose that we didn't have to go to court. I never told mum what had happened. She got quite exasperated with me being moody for a few weeks. 

I went back to England 3 months later. I dropped Kelly off with Martin for the week and spent the day with Jackie. We talked about the Scott thing for awhile. She said she never told anyone until the police called to say I was in hospital. It was then she blurted it all out to Lucy, about Scott doing the same to her. We cuddled each other, and then we agreed never to mention it again.

So, there I was in town having a coffee, and quite bored, because both Jackie and Lucy were working. I looked out at the rain from the café. My heart jumped and my eyes stuck fast on the man over the road. I pushed past some poor old woman as I raced out and ran after him. He was walking quickly with his head bowed against the driving rain. I called to him, three fucking times until he stopped!

His hair was running with water as he turned to face me. His wrinkled brow disappeared and he walked up to me. We stood a few feet apart, and then we both lunged at each other. We hugged and held each other until he pushed me back by my shoulders.

"Well, don't you look all grown up?" he said with a grin.

I slapped his arm and hugged him again. We went back to the café and sat opposite each other. I couldn't stop grinning at my ex stepfather. We spent an hour in the café, just going over old times, the way I hated him and made his life hell when I was a little girl. I showed him pictures of Kelly. 

"So, did you ever get married again?"

"No Gina, I guess I missed the girl of my dreams a few years ago."

For once I didn't know what to say, was he talking about me?

"Oh, um, what was she like?" I mumbled.

He smiled like he was remembering.

"She was stunning, but too good for me. She had this smile that could bring the dead back to life. She got married. I don't think she considered me as much more than a friend."

I swallowed and suddenly felt stupid. Was he talking about me or someone else? I couldn't just ask him outright. How bloody embarrassing is that?

I sat there stirring my third coffee. 

"I guess I'll just have fond memories of her, and what might have been. Even now I think of her though, in that tiny skirt with those sexy long legs. How is Lucy by the way?"

Oh god, did he mean her? No she never married. I married, shit why couldn't I just ask him? Why the hell was he doing this, playing fucking games!

"Lucy is fine," I mumbled.

"And Jackie, You know, I had a soft spot for her."

"Yeah well, anything in a school uniform as I remember," I grumbled.

He laughed, the bastard! Even now he could wind me up, and he knew it.

"Sorry, that wasn't very nice," I mumbled.

"Well I've got to go, I'm seeing round a house at five."

He pecked my cheek and put his rain coat on. No fucking way was he just going to walk out the door!

"I'll see you around," he said with a smile.

What a fucking asshole! There he was not only walking out of the door, but leaving me to pay for the coffee too! By the time I had dropped £10 on the table and wrestled with my coat that had caught under my chair, and then raced outside, he was gone. Fuck him anyway. All he was interested in was watching me fuck my boyfriends. Then he had the bloody nerve to go to bed with Lucy and Maria. God what a fucking prick!

"Hey, I thought I'd take you to dinner," he said, moving out of the shadow.

"Oh very bloody funny," I snapped.

"You've lost none of that temper you had as a little madam then?"

"When then, I'm really quite busy?" I said, ignoring his little comment.




Gina's Life Ch. 09



"Tomorrow night, will that do?"

"No I'm far too busy," I said, having a little dig at him.

"Oh, and I suppose you will be out with the girls on Saturday night?"

"Yes, but you could take me to dinner first," I said, like I didn't really care.

"Hey Gina, are you out Saturday night?"

God what a bloody stroke of luck, there was Pete a guy from the garage.

"Well, I'm out with the girls, but we could meet up later. Oh and I'm having dinner with my ex stepfather here. No nothing special," I said. 

Swivel on that Andrew I thought. It'll teach you to play games with me! 

That night in bed my mind filled with Andrew and our near misses, sex wise I'm talking about here. Then there was Pete the guy from earlier. It was one of the times that I never told you about. I needed new tyres to get my car through the MOT. Andrew the asshole wouldn't pay for them, and at the time I figured, he bought me the car, so it was his responsibility to keep the thing running!

Anyway, I went round to the garage down the road. Now this was before Martin and I got married. It wasn't like I was cheating on him, anyway with what I know now he would probably have liked it! I couldn't pay for the work that needed doing so the car sat collecting rust. Finally I turned up at the garage in my little white mini skirt, with black patterned tights, black high heels, and a tight white top. I stood leaning on the side of my car as this guy looked at the tyres, and of course my legs. I followed him round the car and he told me how much it would cost. £98 and that was without checking anything else out!

"Look, I can't afford that. Um, can I pay in instalments?" 

"Sorry, love, I can't do that," he said.

So there I stood popping a few buttons on my blouse, giving him a big grin, and a sexy pout. 

"You are wasting your time, it'll cost too much. Pete, get out here." the old man called.

Out came this cute looking guy in his early 20's. I turned away from the old guy and smiled at Pete. 

"Her car needs some work done on it. She can't afford it so she offered me a fuck."

The bloody cheek of the guy, I mean to just come out with it like that! 

"So, what do you reckon?" I said, giving Pete a big sexy smile.

His grin got wider as he moved aside to let me into the back room. When I turned round they were both eyeing me up. The old guy could see the puzzled look on my face.

"Well you need a new exhaust too; I couldn't believe the noise it was making. Now get your clothes off, and remember, prostitutes do it for less than what you want?" he said, with a serious face.

He had a point I suppose. 

They both watched me strip until I stood there naked. The old guy was actually dribbling. I tried ignoring him and moved to Pete. The old guy grabbed my waist and redirected my travel towards him. I wriggled a little as he sucked my tit in his mouth. I mean he was all unshaven and rough. I was trying to make eyes at Pete, but with this old guy fingering my pussy it was quite hard to concentrate. I eventually managed to get to Pete, who was now sat on a chair stroking his dick. I just straddled him and lowered my wet little pussy down. 

"Lean on me," he whispered.

So I did, I leaned right forward and I started going up and down. Now I was quite happy doing that, until I felt fingers spread my ass cheeks apart! 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I snapped, at the old git.

A rather wet tongue started licking around my asshole. He pulled my ass further apart and his long wet tongue slid in my tight hole! Now this was quite gross, but it sort of gave me a thrill. The old man was moaning with lust, as his tongue went as far as it could. Pete didn't last long with a hot girl on his dick. He shot into the condom, and held on to me. The old man started grunting and was obviously shooting his load, with his tongue firmly jabbed up my ass! The dirty old git must have just done it in his hand. 

I was spitting feathers when I walked up the road. The old bastard had insisted on shooting his spunk in my panties without me knowing, and telling me I had to wear them as I walked home or my car wouldn't get touched! 

Needless to say I threw them away, and spent ages in the bath washing the grease and oil of my body. I washed my clothes 3 times, and still couldn't get the dirt from the garage out. Even a day later when I looked in the mirror, I saw the old man's oily hand prints on the cheeks of my ass!

When I went to pick the car up the next week, Pete asked me out. I told him I was with someone, but I did let him fuck me over the desk in his office, just as a tip you understand?



Gina's Life Ch. 10



I didn't go overboard with my clothes and makeup for dinner with Andrew. I wanted him to see a woman, okay a sexy woman, but I wanted him to realise I was in control of my life. I wore a knee length dress with a high neck, sort of sophisticated, in a dull way. My shoes had a 2 inch heel, and I wore a nice little cardigan. 

"Jesus, are you going to church?"

"Lucy, I told you I'm meeting Andrew for dinner tonight. Anyway, I think it looks smart."

"Jackie, get in here. I think Gina has bumped her head."

Jackie looked me up and down and started laughing, which started Lucy off. Now I didn't want to start snapping at them, it would just make things worse. I went to my room and slammed the door, and the laughing increased! The door opened after a few minutes.

"Can we come in?" Jackie asked. 

They sat either side of me for a while.

"I just want him to see I can do, smart. I mean all he ever saw was my ass and long legs sticking out of my skirts."

"Why are you worried, hell he knows you are a woman. Okay you were a complete slut when he saw you when you were younger, but fucking hell, if you want to get him into bed you know what he likes."

I took a deep breath.

"Lucy, this is not about getting him into bed. Anyway do you think I want him after his little love affair with you?" I snapped.

"Oh so that's it is it? You are fucking jealous. Grow up Gina, you want him you always have, and he always wanted you. Put on your sexiest dress and make him beg for it."

I sat there keeping my temper under control. She didn't know me at all. She is still a thick blonde bimbo. I watched her fat ass wriggle its way out of my room.

"Look, Lucy told me everything about Andrew, her, and Maria. My god, that was years ago, does it fester in your brain? Gina, just forget about the past. Like Lucy said, go and make him beg for it, you know you want to."

"But, he was my stepfather, I knew it was wrong at the time, now I should be more grown up about things like that," I said.

"Jesus, you would have let him fuck you back then. Just go back to being a slut for the night, and then you can get him out of your system."

So I got changed and stood looking at the slut in the mirror. I wasn't that bad really, I just put on a tight black dress with a flared hem with pink edging that finished halfway up my thighs, honey coloured tights, pink high heels, and a little more makeup than normal. Shit, I did look like a tart, and Andrew would notice straightaway!

"Now that is much better," Jackie said.

Lucy gave me a little whistle as I turned round. I suppose this was more me than the church outfit. I just hoped Andrew would like it.

"Right we'll meet you later, unless you decide to bring him back here," Jackie said, as she picked up her coat. 

I looked at Lucy. I think she knew what I was thinking. She walked up to me and rubbed my arm.

"I'm not bothered, besides you always did like my cast-offs," she said with a smile.

So there I was in the flat on my own. I had butterflies in my stomach and my heart was racing. The phone rang a few minutes later. My heart sunk. 

"No, I understand, maybe some other time."

I put the phone down and flumped in the chair. Andrew's mum had gone into hospital after falling over, she had knocked herself out, and so he couldn't make dinner. I cracked open a bottle of vodka, I was just about to phone the girls and tell them I would meet them later when the doorbell rang.

"What do you want, is Kelly okay?" 

Martin nodded.

"Yeah, she is asleep, mum is with her. She wants me to talk to you, about the flat."

I let him in and poured myself another large drink.

"Look you know dad died last month?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Well mum said that she wants me and Sue to move in here. She said you should tell Lucy and Jackie to find somewhere else. She'll give them until the end of the year."

I sighed, and took a big swig of vodka. I suppose I couldn't hang on to the flat forever. 

"Okay, I suppose they have 4 months to find somewhere."

"Are you going out? You look, nice."

"Yeah, I'm meeting Lucy and Jackie later. Are you going out?"

He gulped and shook his head. I poured him a drink. 

"So, how are things with, Sarah?" I asked.

"Her name is Sue."

I sighed again, "I know I was just being a bitch."

I sat down on the kitchen chair and crossed my legs. Martin's eyes flicked to my thighs.

"You always were good at that, being a bitch with mum and dad."

I could see a slight tremble in his hand as he lifted the glass to his lips. 

"And to you when I found out what you planned, God Martin, stop staring at my legs, I'm not your wife anymore, go stare at hers," I said coldly.

"She has gone out, with her friends," he said, and then gulped his drink.

I couldn't resist it now. The way he just stood there with a slight bulge in his trousers and his red face amused me.

"So, I hear she likes to play your little game."

I let my right shoe drop to the floor. It echoed round the kitchen. I looked down at my toes and I spread them. I knew without looking Martin was staring at them too.

"Do you like my new varnish? Hot pink it's called," I purred.

I swung my leg up from its crossed position, and I pressed it slowly on the growing lump in his trousers. He groaned a little and we both watched the nylon slide over my toes as my foot moved over his bulge.

"Gina, stop it," he said, with a gulp.

"Do you really want me to, or are you just saying it because you think you should?" I asked with a chuckle. 

"No, I don't want you to stop," he panted.

I laughed a little and stood up.

"Lie down on the floor and get your dick out," I purred.

He shook his head.

"Go on, she is out having fun, why shouldn't you?"

We just stared at each other. I was confident, and he was a wreck!

"Well, I'm going out," I said, slipping my foot back in my shoe. 

"I might bump into her tonight. Mind you I'll be more interested in getting a guy to bring back here. I bet I get a better bloke than she does."

I moved closer to him and rubbed the front of his trousers.

"What turns you on more Martin, thinking of some stud fucking her or some horny bloke banging your ex-wife?"

He gulped and panted hard.

"You know I'll pull better blokes than she will. I'm sexier than her, and deep down you know it. Oh Martin, I hear she is pregnant too. Is it yours?"

I felt a wet patch seep through his trousers. I pulled my hand away as he slumped forward slightly. I looked down at his head.

"You tell her to stop badmouthing me too. I've heard what she has said about the way I bring up Kelly. Now get out and leave me alone."

I threw the last of my drink down my neck, I know what I did was wrong, but hell I had been stood up, and although it wasn't anybodies fault, Martin came along at the wrong time, or maybe right from his point of view. I had heard about that slut telling all her friends I was a bad mother, the fucking cheek of it, when she was fucking anything that got hard! 

I was out of the flat 5 minutes later, a girl on a mission. I wanted my friends and I wanted a few drinks, and yes, I wanted a fuck! It didn't take long to get a little merry. We had a good time and danced together. Anne was there and she pulled a right good looking bloke. We went clubbing and that was when I saw William Wood chatting up Martin's wife. I knew William wouldn't be bothered about her being married to Martin. But I was going for the kill here. 

"Hello Sarah is Martin out tonight or are you looking for a fuck?"

Her mouth dropped open and I could see William trying to hide a smirk. I slipped my arm through his and marched him off the dance floor, leaving Sue catching flies in her big fat gob!

"Fucking hell Gina, I was in there," he grizzled.

"Oh you can have her anytime. I want to catch up with you, buy me a drink," I said with a sweet smile as I squeezed his ass. 

He pulled his wallet out and I told the bargirl what I wanted.

"Fucking hell, I'm not buying drinks for all of your friends," he grizzled again.

"No, just Jackie, Lucy, Sandy, Heather, and me, Anne is dancing with some bloke, he can buy hers."

He handed over the money and watched as he got a handful of loose change from a £20 note.

"Come on smile, its happy hour?" I said grinning at him.

"The fuck it is, that ended 20 minutes ago!" he protested.

His face lit up when I pressed my body close to his, and then I kissed him on the lips, with my hand rubbing that bulge in his trousers.

"See happy hour, and if you are really lucky it could be, happy night!"

Now William is a nice guy, and he has a big dick. I remembered how impressed Maria and I were at school with it, and the little looks the other boys gave him as he stood showing it off back then. William was no longer the tall gangly boy with the big knob. He was now the smart guy with broad shoulders and muscles to match his dick. He worked out in a gym a few times a week, and Heather one of my friends (not from school but she used to live near us), had him a few times. She was always banging on about how he banged on, if you know what I mean? Anyway just so there wasn't any confusion, I dragged him in the seat near me. We sat chatting for a while and I was leaning into him. We got on well, and he didn't seem anything like the tall schoolboy I remembered.

"I'm going to the loo, and then if you're lucky I'll let you buy me something to eat."

He pulled me back and kissed me, and then he started adjusting his thing.

"Hey, I'll do that later," I said with a grin.

When I came back I noticed Lee come in with a woman, well, not just a woman, his bloody mother! We talked about old times for awhile and she had her arm through his. He bought me a drink and one for his mum, and then the moved to a dark corner. I nearly spat my drink out when I noticed her hand grabbing his ass!

"She's 4 months pregnant, and yes it's Lee's," Jackie whispered in my ear.

I looked at William and he nodded, and started touching himself again.

"God, will you leave your dick alone, show off," I teased.

He took me for a take a way after the club kicked out. Now I wasn't that drunk, but I guess I was nervous, I've had a few cocks in my time, and William was going to be up there as one of the biggest. When we got back to the flat we ate our Chinese and had a laugh about school times. But Lee fucking his mum was the main topic, and now they didn't seem too bothered about hiding it. Jackie went off to bed, and Lucy had slipped off with some bloke that she had met a few times before, to his place. I started sucking up to William on the couch. Just, you know, nothing heavy. Well I couldn't get his fucking button fly open! He stood up and looked down on me.

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine," he said with a grin.

I grinned back at him as I remembered what happened at school.

"You first," I said with a smile.

He pulled off his shirt, and all those muscles started to draw my attention.

"Bloody hell you have been working out," I mumbled.

I stood up and kissed him. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I slipped my hands up over his broad back and started kissing it. He went to turn round and face me but I pushed his shoulders back round.

"We've got all night," I purred, as I kissed his back again.

His trousers dropped to the floor, and I put my hands down the front of his pants. My left hand started jerking his cock, while my right hand rolled his heavy balls. 

"Oh, someone likes that, doesn't he?" I mumbled softly, as I kissed his back again.

I slowly ran my hand up and down his shaft. William was groaning and I could feel the Goosebumps on his back with my lips. I walked round in front of him. I just stared up into his eyes. Even in my high heels I had go up on tiptoes to kiss him. My hands went back to toying with his big cock and balls. My touch was light and slow, it seemed to cause him to shudder from time to time. I smiled as I kissed him softly on the lips. 

"So, are you going to do something for me?" I asked with a sexy look.

I turned round and held my hair up at the back. I felt his fingers slowly pull the zip down from my neck to the top of my backside. I closed my eyes as his hands went in my dress, around my stomach and then up onto my breasts. I tipped my head to one side as his tongue licked my ear. He then pulled at it with his lips. His right hand mauled my breast, as his left hand fought to get in the waist band of my tights and panties. I gasped a little when his fingers searched out my clit. 

"I want to fuck you," he mumbled in my ear.

I pushed his hand down further, until his finger tips pressed between my lips. He rolled them gently, and then he pressed between them. Like I said earlier William was just one of the boys at school. He didn't stand out, apart from being tall. He was average back then, even though Maria and I knew what he had between his legs. But now with his muscles, and the one in his trousers, he would be quite a catch for any girl. Maybe I'm turning a little more romantic lately, but the way he was so soft and caring, and not pushy helped. I had visions of a white wedding dress. Well, maybe cream, but you know what I mean.

He slipped the dress off my shoulders and dropped down behind me. I felt him pull my tights and panties down in one. He planted sweet little kisses over my ass for a time. And his hands stroked lightly and slowly up and down my thighs. I turned round after a few moments, and his lips went between my legs. He actually fucking nibbled on my pussy lips. 

"God, that is amazing," I sighed. 

When I finally lay back on the bed, I felt like I was in fantasy land. I thought this was how it would be with Andrew, but I guess I would never find out now. William pulled my shoes off and then my tights and panties. The soft glow of the lamp light seemed to give his tanned face a sort of film star look. I groaned a little as he pushed in. I hadn't had sex for a few months, not since I was in America and my new stepfather's nephew came to stay. I'll never forget Mum's face when she walked in with her husband, Trish, and Hank from next door, and two other couples. There I was on all fours getting it rough from behind. My tits were swaying around like a couple of Chinese lanterns, hanging on a porch in a hurricane. Gerry was calling me all the names under the sun. I reckoned he had his eyes closed and didn't realise we had an audience. I just moved forward and grabbed my blouse, leaving Gerry fucking thin air! 

Anyway, back to William, now he was moving in and out with such control, it touched me. I suppose he was letting me get used to it, what a nice guy. 

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course it is," I said with a smile.

I could feel a little stretching going on down there, but it wasn't bad. He started getting a little faster, and I found myself getting really into it. Not many blokes have made me come by just fucking me, but I could sense William could be one of them. I was getting even more into this now, and grabbing his ass and pulling him in. He lasted for a few minutes, and then he started groaning and panting. He fired into me and collapsed on top of me. I just cuddled him feeling his cock twitch in my pussy for a few minutes. I hadn't managed to come, but I still felt strangely satisfied. He pulled out and lay next to for a time. 

"Thanks Gina, I've always wanted to go with you," he mumbled.

He kissed my forehead and started dressing. I stayed in bed and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I got up and pulled my panties on and then my dressing gown.

"Well, that was quite a night?" Jackie said, with a grin as I went in the kitchen.

"Yeah," I said dreamily.

"So, he was worth it then?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded. She put a coffee down in front of me. I took a sip.

"Have you changed the washing powder?"

"No, why?" she replied.

"I just woke up with an itch, that's all."

"No Lucy bought it last, but she got the same stuff I think. For god sake stop scratching yourself!"

"I can't help it. I'm bloody itchy down there," I grumbled.

Jackie stopped halfway through lifting her mug to her mouth. We just looked at each other, as Lucy came crashing through the door. She stood with a grin on her face.

"Guess what, Stuart has asked me to marry him....well?"

"Jackie, will you have a look for me?" I asked faintly.

"Hello? Are you two pissed off with me or something? I said I'm getting fucking married!"

"Lucy this is a little more important than your fourth engagement without an end result!" Jackie snapped.

"Well fuck you two," she spat.

I stood up and opened my dressing gown, and walked round to Jackie

"Oh brilliant, you two are fucking dykes now!" Lucy grizzled.

I slowly slipped my panties down to the tops of my thighs.

"Fuck, will you two go to bed or something!" Lucy screamed.

"Oh Gina, you are going to have to go to the doctor," Jackie mumbled.

Lucy came round and peered at me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck me, you've got......"

So there I was on Monday staring at the receptionist at the doctor's.

"Well, what can we do for you?"

"I phoned up, I have an appointment."

"Yes, now what is the problem?"

"I'd rather not discuss it with you," I mumbled.

"Fine, sit over there and wait to be called."

I sat facing her, wanting to throttle the fucking cow! It took me nearly an hour to get to see the doctor. I pulled my panties down and he got this magnifying glass and started looking at me, down there. Now I shall spare you the details of my conversation with him, it wasn't very pleasant.

I went back to her on the desk. The doctor went in behind the counter and handed her my prescription. She started walking to the bank of pills and ointments, and then stopped in her tracks as she read what she was going to get. She came back to the counter with stupid superior grin on her face, and put the bottle down in front of me.

"Well, it looks like you've got to rush home and spend sometime in the bathroom. Now don't forget you are picking Kelly up from my mothers at 3. I'll be round there we are having crab salad for tea I think."

I leaned forward.

"Fuck you," I hissed, quietly through gritted teeth.

"Do your coat up Gina, it is a bit nippy, outside," she said, with a stifled chuckle.

I picked Kelly up and I couldn't get her out of there fast enough. I knew Sue had told Audrey about my, problem. They both stood at the door with big fucking grins on their faces. Maybe I should have left William to that bitch after all. I'll spare you the details of my little problem. Let's just say, I sorted it out. 

So to the day I left for the airport. I said goodbye to Jackie and Lucy. That was when Lucy told me Andrew had turned up while I was dancing with William. 

"He said you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so he left," Lucy said.

"Well why didn't you tell me he was there?" I half snapped.

"Because he said not to say anything, Jesus Gina, you can be a real cow sometimes."

I sighed, and nodded.

"Sorry, you only did what he asked."

On the plane back to America I had time to think. Kelly was curled up sleeping next to me. I started thinking of her, sooner or later I would have to stop all this backwards and forwards. I had a nice house in America, but I always felt in the way. Mum never said that, but I just felt like I didn't belong there, dragging my little girl about wasn't good for her either. She needed to be settled as much as I did. My options were limited to either staying in America, or moving back to England permanently. I was lucky enough not to have to work, but it was time I stood on my own two feet. 

It took me a few months to decide my life was now in America. I guess Kelly was happiest there too. So I made one final trip back to England to say goodbye to my friends. My main worry was Martin and Kelly spending time together, but Martin could always spend some of his dad's inheritance and come over to see her. So I spent my last planned week in England with my friends. It was pretty weird knowing that for the foreseeable future this was my last visit. The week went well, but at times I had to fight back the tears. On my last night Lucy, Jackie, and a few others planned a party for me. Before I knew it we were all dressed up as schoolgirls and ready to hit the town. Lucy insisted on picking everything for me, she even did my makeup. I stood looking at the schoolgirl in the mirror.




Gina's Life Ch. 10



"Christ, I can't go out like this. I look like a right bloody slut," I mumbled, as Lucy pressed a glass of vodka in my hand.

"Yeah, well slut always suited you," Jackie said with a giggle.

"Right, we are off to get your present, and then we hit the town and make as many girlfriends as jealous as we can," Lucy announced with a laugh.

I grinned, but it suddenly felt so stupid. We used to go out and grin and boys, and then watch their girlfriends reel them in. I've lost count of the slaps that some of the poor guys got, from infuriated girls.

I sat in the silence as they went out giggling to each other. Just being in the flat for the last time brought back memories, Martin and me with baby Kelly, and when that asshole tried to set me up with his mates, and then my time visiting my friends. I thought of Maria and the life we planned out for each other, she was going to marry a rock star, and I was going to marry a footballer. I picked up her photo from the windowsill. I would still do anything to bring her back, my best friend. 

"You stupid cow," I mumbled at myself, and wiped a tear away.

"I don't think you are. She was your best friend."

I spun round on my heels, and there stood Andrew. The tears rolled down my cheeks even more now. He stood there with a bunch of flowers like in those stupid films. I sort of crushed them a bit, as I gave him one big hug. 

"So you weren't even going to look me up to say goodbye? After all the shit you caused me in the past, didn't I deserve half an hour?"

He had to pull my arms from around his neck. I was sobbing now like a stupid bloody schoolgirl. 

"You had better sort your face out if you are having dinner with me?" 

I looked over his shoulder and there stood Jackie and Lucy, with big grins on there faces. They both gave me little waves.

I nodded at Andrew, still trying to stop the tears.

"Come on we'll sort you out," Lucy said.

I got pulled into the bedroom and I sat at the dressing table. 

"I ought to get changed if I'm going to dinner with Andrew."

"No fucking way, you are wearing that. Anyway, dinner is coming to you," Jackie said.

"But, what about you two, I thought we were going out?" I whimpered.

"Gina, this is your going away present, dinner with Andrew," Jackie announced.

"And anything else that happens. Now we'll be back in the morning, and we want details," Lucy whispered, as she pulled Jackie out of the bedroom.

When I went back to the lounge the table was set, and Andrew pulled the chair out for me. 

"So who did this?" I asked.

"The Chinese around the corner," Andrew replied with a grin.

We ate and talked about old times, mainly about the pain in the ass Andrew had to look after, when mum was working. We laughed and joked about all the silly things I did to wind him up. I sat there realising just how much I had tormented him in the past. He never complained he just took it all. He was always there for me too, when I needed a shoulder, or to get me out of trouble. I knew it, but somehow a thank you never came from my lips. I got up to get rid of the plates and he took my hand. He just looked in my eyes and I felt my heart thumping, and knees go weak.

"So, do we go out and meet up with the others?"

I just stared into his eyes. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too.

"Andrew, it'll just complicate things. I'm going to live in America. I've made up my mind. Now, I'm going to get changed and we can go for a drink with the girls."

He nodded as his hand slipped from mine.



Gina's Life Ch. 11



I walked back in the lounge 5 minutes later. I stood there and watched his eyes roll up my body. I wore black high heels, mink coloured hold up stockings, a grey school miniskirt that didn't reach my stocking tops, and a white blouse that was tight and sheer enough, to show my braless tits and nipples.

"I, thought you, you were going to get changed?" he stammered.

"I did," I said softly.

I dangled the tiny white panties and my bra from my finger. 

"If we are going to do this, this is the only way I can without putting my future at risk. I want to live in America, and this is just a fuck."

He gulped and after a few moments thought, he nodded slowly. 

"Gina, we don't have to do this. I mean, if you think it would make things difficult?"

I walked up to him very slowly. I let my panties and bra drop in his lap. I took one of his fags out of his packet and waited with my eyebrows raised, tapping my foot.

He smiled a little and flicked his lighter. I took a big puff of smoke. 

"So, are you going to take me to school then, daddy?" I asked softly.

He picked up my panties and bra from his lap, and put them on the table. 

"Now what would the other kids and teachers say if you turned up like that?"

I gulped a little.

"They would ask, what I was I doing turning up for school with no bra, and no panties on. They would say I was nothing but a slut, with my stocking tops showing and my ass exposed when I bend over." 

"So, I think you should stay home today. Now, pull your skirt up, I want to see if you are telling the truth."

I took hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, very slowly. My legs trembled a little as his eyes gazed at my pussy. I took a drag on the cigarette, holding my skirt up with the other hand. His hands went round the backs of my thighs and he pulled me close to his face.

"You see? I'm a slut," I whimpered, as his lips kissed my pussy.

He moaned and groaned and kissed me hard. I just managed to drop the cigarette in the ashtray. My heels slipped across the floor, as I willingly spread my legs for him. He dropped from the chair to his knees, as he struggled to keep level with my dripping cunt!

"Fucking deeper," I demanded in a hiss, as I held his head.

His tongue and now a finger pushed in my pussy. I was panting as hard as he was. It was like we were both fighting not to show which one of us was more lust filled than the other. His tongue dug deep, and he pulled my pussy lips open with his fingers. He was really working hard on me, as he grunted passionately.

I gripped his hair, pulling his head to me as I pushed my pelvis forward. 

"Fucking eat my pussy you bastard!"

He just groaned in response to my breathless words. He pulled his head up and wrenched me down to the floor by my wrist. A cushion was thrown at me and he then grabbed my ankles and yanked them apart.

"Put your head on that, bitch," he snapped, panting hard.

My blouse was ripped open and buttons went flying all round the room. I slapped his face.

"You fucking pig, how can I go to school now?" I spat.

"You are going in whatever strands of clothes you have left, slut," he snarled back.

I grabbed his head and pulled it hard between my legs.

"Just eat me out. I've had 18 year old virgins do more for me than you!" I growled.

I didn't give him time to answer. I mashed his head into my soaked pussy. God his tongue felt like a fucking eel!

We both spent the next few minutes panting and groaning. My legs kicked around on the floor, fuck nose what they thought they were doing? 

"Oh my god, this is bloody wonderful," I panted.

My legs were now up off the ground, twitching and jerking around like I don't know what! I was gulping and gasping and feeling such a wonderful sensation running through me. My panting was just like when I gave birth, only this was obviously a much more pleasurable experience. My orgasm went on and on, until I had to just give up and relax everything. Tears filled my eyes because I just couldn't cope with what my ex stepfather had put me through, yes it was that fucking fantastic! 

I watched him kneel up between my legs. His mouth hung open and he was panting hard. He looked just as drained as I felt!

He sort of stumbled to his feet, and took a large sip of wine. I propped my still trembling body up on my elbows, and watched him for a while. For some reason I thought of mum, or rather why the fuck she would let a lover like Andrew go! 

"Give me some?" I said, holding my hand out.

He grabbed the bottle and flopped down next to me. His shirt was wet with sweat, but that didn't even smell disgusting like most men do. I took a big swig from the bottle and choked a little, a dribble of wine ran out from the corner of my mouth. Andrew sort of half laughed at it as I wiped it with the back of my hand.

"You always were a messy little shit," he said with a chuckle.

"Well, that's your fault, you brought me up," I said, and then took another swig.

"Go fuck yourself," he mumbled, as he snatched the bottle off of me.

"Why, are you worn out, old man?"

He stopped halfway through a swig from the bottle.

"No, but you'll get more than you can handle, after you have washed up."

I snatched the bottle back, and got to my feet.

"Maybe you should fuck me while I wash up, it'll give me something to do to stop me getting bored," I said, staring at him with a straight face.

"Okay get to the sink. I'll give you something to think about while you clean up the dishes."

I filled the bowl and started to wash the plates. Andrew stood behind me for a few moments. He moved closer and I felt him slowly raise my skirt up over my ass. I smiled to myself as he touched my bare backside. He let his hand roll over the curve of my right cheek. 

"Steady on, you'll get too excited for your own good," I said sarcastically.

"You really are a bitch Gina, after all the things I've done for you. You can't help it can you?"

I gave a little bored sigh.

"It is not my fault you are a push over," I mumbled.

His hand left my ass and he kept hold of my skirt. I jumped and yelled out.

"Ouch, you fucking prick that hurt!"

I spun round but he just pushed me back facing the sink. The wooden spoon landed again on my stinging cheek. 

"I should have done this a few years ago," he hissed in my ear.

Another crack from the spoon landed on my ass.

"Well, if that's how you get your kicks, you will never find a woman," I grunted.

The wooden spoon landed again. I panted a little and waited for the next whack. 

"You're not washing up, get on with it," he growled, and brought the spoon down again.

My hands trembled as I held onto the plate. 

"Maybe you should have done this to me in front of my friends," I mumbled weakly, "maybe you should have put me over your knee in front of the boys I brought home."

I gulped as another whack landed on my backside.

"You weren't man enough, Andrew. I fucking well walked all over you, teasing you and running you down to my friends."

"I still fucked them though, didn't I?" he spat in my ear.

Another slap from the spoon landed. I jumped a little, as he seemed to hit a previous spot. My pussy was dribbling again. I had never been spanked before, and doubted I would like it. But fuck me! I was pushing my ass back begging for more!

"Yeah you fucked my friends, but you never fucked me, and that is what really makes you mad."

The spoon landed again, and I jumped forward a little. 

"All those boys I had when you spied on me, I guess you'll never get over wishing you had the guts to fuck me back then?" I panted heavily.

I was close to just turning round and jumping on him now. My heart was thumping and my legs were shaking, oh, and my ass stung.

He spun me round with a force that shocked me. I held onto the sink behind my back. I turned away from his kiss, once and then twice. He grabbed me roughly by the chin and forced his mouth on me. But still I wouldn't give in to him. I forced my hands up on his chest and pushed away, as I turned my head to avoid another kiss. We struggled for a few seconds, and my legs split on the tiled floor. My heels skidded and Andrew managed to grab me by my shoulders. He hauled me back up until my legs were straight again. I slapped his face and he grabbed my wrist. He soon had my other wrist under control, and that is when I gave in. I bent my head forward to kiss him and he pulled away. He pulled me along as he sat in one of the kitchen chairs. I was soon bent right over his knee, and my skirt was yanked up.

"Fuck off you jerk!"

No spoon this time, just the palm of his hand. He delivered about 6 slaps in quick succession. My high heels again started skidding over the tiles, and my hair was hanging to the floor. He just held me there and I gave up struggling. He was panting as much as I was now.

"Andrew, the blood is rushing to my head," I said, and then blew a clump of hair out of my mouth.

"Well, I guess it has got plenty of room," he replied.

"Ha fucking ha," I groaned.

He let me up and I stood adjusting my hair and then my skirt. We just stopped and stared at each other for a few seconds. I slipped my rather sore ass on his knee and put my arms around his shoulder. 

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" he asked.

"Yeah, so you better make up for it," I said with a pout.

He smiled, and we had one of those movie moments. I moved my head towards his, real slow. Our eyes just locked on each others, until our lips touched and I had to close my eyes. We kissed long and slow, and maybe I was more aggressive than he was. My head was rolling slowly, and my hand went up to the back of his head. When we stopped kissing I pulled his head to my chest and hugged him tight.

"Will you take me to bed now?" I mumbled quietly.

His head pulled back and again we made eye contact. 

"Gina, all I ever wanted was to make you happy. If you are really sure then I would love to?"

I smiled and stood up. I held my hand out and he took it. His eyes were full of lust, and as he stood up he swallowed. I gave him a reassuring smile and took him to my bedroom. We stood staring at each other and he seemed reluctant to make the first move. I started to unbutton his shirt as he continued to stare at me. I pulled his shirt open and kissed his chest. I slowly made my way down until I was on my knees. I opened his trousers and pulled them to his ankles. I knelt there staring at the bulge in his pants. I looked up at his face, he nodded and smiled. Slowly I pulled his pants down, and as I did his cock sprang up. 

"Lay down," I whispered.

He got on the bed pulling his trousers and pants off. I reached behind my back and unzipped my skirt. Andrew watched as it fell to the floor. I kicked my shoes off and knelt on the bed in just my stockings. I put my hands on his knees and leaned forward. As I did my hands slid up his thighs and my mouth lowered to his cock. I looked directly at him, as my tongue came out and swirled around his cock head. Slowly my hands rubbed lightly up and down his thighs, as I opened my mouth as wide as I could. 

"Oh fucking hell," he mumbled.

I sucked his cock head in my mouth. My tongue worked on it and he gasped.

I sucked and bobbed my head, only managing to get about 3 inches in my mouth. I could hear his little grunts of approval, as I worked slowly up and down. My painted fingers wrapped themselves around his big dick. I slowly started pumping him and bobbing my head at the same time. 

"Why don't you lie down, and let me do something for you?"

I took my mouth off his cock, but I still kept pumping him with my hand.

"Are you bored, am I not doing it how you like it?" I asked, genuinely worried he didn't like it.

"God no," he said.

"Then shut up and enjoy it," I purred.

My head went back on his cock, and I forced my mouth down further. Like I said before, he had such a big thick dick it frightened me, and it still did a little if I'm honest. But this was for him, for all the shit I had given him, and because I wanted to do it too.

I slurped and sucked for ages, until my bloody jaw started aching. I let his cock out with a plop, and looked at him. 

"Fuck me now, please?" I whimpered.

He grinned, and we changed position.

I opened my legs wide and gave him a little uneasy grin. 

"You will, um, go steady won't you?"

He nodded, and then he started to feed his cock into me. I gave a little whimpering gasp as he stretched me open. Andrew had just about the longest cock I have had by an inch or two I guess, but the thickness of it was something else. 

"Are you okay?"

I nodded keeping my lips pressed together. He pushed further, but still slowly, until I gave a little gasp. He started to withdraw a little, and then went back in. He was slow and gentle. His cock seemed to fill me beyond anything I have ever had. I felt a little embarrassed really, but I'm sure he didn't mind. This had been my fantasy for a few years now. I guess there were times when I wouldn't admit it, but deep down it was there all along. 

He kept up a slow rhythm. It brought a tear to my eye to think he was being gentle, just for me. My trembling hands went over his shoulders and I cuddled him like that. He started whispering to me, things like how sexy and sweet I was. He told me he would remember this day forever, and this was so special to him, and how lucky he was. 

I guess some men say that all the time. But Andrew sounded like he really meant every word. Not many men have talked like that to me. It made a change from being called a tart and a slut or a, hot shag. Not that I would have minded that, Andrew could call me anything he wanted to. But fuck me, his words found something deep in my heart I suppose.

I could feel something stirring now, something that I wanted very badly. My panting started to increase, and I found my arms gripping Andrew tighter. This was it this was my moment, the moment that had been denied me for so long. 

"Go a bit faster," I croaked.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go on, yeah."

I gasped a little as he started to speed up. He even seemed to get deeper into me. I spread my legs further and started panting harder. Here it comes I thought, here it fucking well comes!

"Oh fucking hell!" I screeched.

I panted and held on, my head started spinning as my pussy tingled right through. I dug my nails in and gasped and swore. I held on for biggest buzz of my life!

Not one fucking stupid boy ever came close to this. This was doing my head in it was so intense. I was screaming and crying and just about blowing my tiny little mind. The fucking prick was truly pulling my strings all over the show!

Even when I was coming down my pussy felt like it was still on fire. Andrew started to slow up.

"Keep going you fucking shit!" I screamed.

He started banging me, and I mean banging. I just lay there totally fucked, with my mouth open like a bloody goldfish. Andrew couldn't hold back anymore. Fuck me he was doing me real good! He was grunting in my ear like a man being chased by a Tiger!

"Sorry, I can't, bloody stop!" he panted.

With one deep thrust he made me cry out, just as he did at the same time. His banging had slowed to mighty jabs that fired his stuff in my poor dripping pussy, until he stopped and just held it deep in me. 

He pulled out after a few minutes, and I thought my insides were coming out too!

After a few minutes I got up, rather gingerly. I went to the loo and sat there still feeling an ache between my legs. 

I went back into the bedroom and handed him the bottle of wine. He took a gulp and handed it back to me. I curled up with my head on his chest and slowly ran my fingers around his cock and balls. 

"I'm going to fuck you again if you keep that up," he mumbled.

I circled my tongue around his nipple. I put my knee under his balls and slowly brought it up. I took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip over my leg. He twitched a little as his red head, rubbed across the nylon. 

"Have you got the energy to fuck me again?" I asked, in a taunting manner.

He chuckled a little.

"Yeah, I just don't want you going back to America with bandy legs," he mocked.

I straddled his cock and pushed it up my pussy. I gripped it with my muscles as he tried to push it in all the way. I rose up and gripped him harder so he couldn't get right into me.

"No you don't, what do you say?"

"Please, Gina," he replied.

"Please Gina, what?" I teased.

"Please Gina can I fuck you again, please?"

I smiled down at him and released my grip on his cock. I fed my pussy down over him until our groins touched. I gasped a little and rolled my hips slightly. His hard cock moved in my pussy. I rolled back and forth, as I looked down on his face. 

"So, am I the best fuck you ever had? And be careful what you say."

"In that case yeah, I guess you make the top ten," he replied with a grin.

"Fuck you, I'm top 3 material and you know it," I mumbled back.

I started moving up and down on his cock. All the time we just stared at each other. I groaned and moaned a little, but I kept looking at him with sexy eyes. 

"Let me know when you get tired, and then I'll get off?" 

"I think I can last as long as you," he moaned.

"Well if you are sure. I don't want to wear you out," I said, as I started getting faster.

His hands gripped my hips and looked down between my legs. I kept going up and down on him. My aching pussy was starting to hurt a little, but it felt too good to stop. 

We carried on for maybe 20 minutes I guess, and then I really started going up and down on the full length of his hard dick. We were both covered in sweat, and my body tingled as I felt another orgasm roll through me. We were both groaning and really going for it. He was thrusting his hips off the bed, and I was squealing like a girl possessed! 

The bucking and fucking was still going on 5 minutes later. He just wouldn't let go the bloody bastard, and nothing I tried to do to get him to shoot worked. It wasn't only my poor pussy that hurt now. Legs, muscles, and my back started to ache like mad.  

Finally he did let go, in deep searching thrusts. I watched his red face contort and his eyes closed. He sort of sat up a little, raising his back off the bed. Until it fell back and he was still.

Panting and gasping filled the bedroom. I somehow managed to get my poor ravaged pussy off his cock. I didn't have the energy to do much more, so I collapsed next to him on the bed. We lay there for ages this time. I just couldn't muster enough strength to get off the bed and go to the loo. 

I closed my eyes as the bed lurched. When Andrew returned 5 minutes later he dug a spoon in the tub of ice cream and fed me some. Ice cream, wine, and sex, what more could a girl ask for? 

"So, do I make number 1 now?"

He smiled and shoved another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. 

"Well, it seems my friend doesn't think so," he said pointing to his dick.

"Bloody hell, have you taken those pills?"

He shook his head. I looked down at his hard cock, okay it didn't look as big as earlier, but it did stand straight up. 

"Well you are going to have to do the work this time." 

"Oh, and why is that, are you knackered?" he teased.

"No, but I guess if you want to make my top ten, then you might get in with a sympathy vote for trying, old man."

He grabbed my ankles and threw them apart. He smiled as he pushed in my poor stretched pussy. He started fucking me, and this time it was hurting right from the start. I tried not to let it show. But soon Andrew seemed to fuck me with a little more tenderness, maybe he knew. We just locked eyes on each other, as he moved in and out with a rhythm like a machine. He kept up this comfortable pace for ages, just going in and out as smooth as clockwork. In all that time I looked into his eyes, and I stroked my hands gently and lightly over his back and down his arms. He started panting and his hips gave a little jerk now and then. I smiled at him, somehow he gave me the impression he wanted me to see what a good lover he was. I felt flattered that he was taking his time and holding back from letting go. But I wanted him to come in me now. 




Gina's Life Ch. 11



"Go on let it come, give it to me. Andrew, I want you to shoot in me now, go on give me your spunk," I encouraged softly.

His arms buckled and he faltered a little.

"Come on Andrew, fill my pussy, make her yours," I whispered.

His panting became faster and he shot into me again, but this time he never wavered from the slow rhythmic pace.

I held him in my arms for ages. It was his turn to be to knackered to move. 

We slept together that night with him cuddling against my back. I felt safe, wanted, and loved. 

I made him breakfast the next morning as he slept. Probably the last breakfast I would cook in this country. He sat up in bed and looked quite chuffed that I had made him something to eat. 

"Gina, you will ruin your reputation if this gets out," he said pointing to plate, "People will think you are going soft."

"I'm still a bitch, you're washing up," I replied with a grin.

An hour later he had showered and dressed. 

"You are still going then?" he asked, as he looked at my two suitcases by the door.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I've phoned for a taxi. I can't face saying goodbye to Lucy and Jackie again. I've left them a note. I'll phone them from America."

He brushed away a tear from my eye. 

"You know, you could live with me."

I put my finger on his lips to stop him saying anymore. We kissed and hugged. 

I sat on the plane as it rumbled down the runway. My daughter would be waiting for me when I got back to America. 

.................................

A month later I knocked on the door and waited. It opened and I smiled at Kelly and squeezed her hand. She looked at me with a queering look on her face. 

"Darling, this is the man I told you about, this is the man that is going to look after us. That is, if he hasn't changed his mind since last month?"

Andrew smiled at us, and moved a side to let us in.

The End.