****** Jayne by Henry G ******
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Jayne


This is my eulogy in praise of BBWs - I love 'em all

Comments please to henrycom1@hotmail.com


It's odd how certain occasions stick vividly in your mind. A trip to the
seaside as a child, the birth of your children, the first time you get falling
down drunk, your first fuck. In some cases it's obvious why the event sticks in
your mind. In other cases it's not so clear.

I remember exactly the first day I saw Jayne Brook. It was 9.30 on the 12
November 1975 when she walked into our class room. Our class teacher had told
us that a new pupil would be joining us and that she hoped that we would make
her welcome. In hindsight her comments acted as a kiss of death for Jayne
helping guarantee that her time at the school would be hell.

The class was quietly chatting, discussing social life and generally messing
about prior to the first lesson when Jayne walked in. The class fell silent
only for this silence to be replaced by malicious giggles from certain of the
more obnoxious girls in class.

The first impression was that Jayne was a scruffy lump which shuffled up the
aisle to her place. Her clothes were worn and shabby - a shapeless grey patched
sweater and a grey skirt. Her long brown hair seemed dull and lank and fell
over her face. Her skirt was loose but her tight sweater revealed Jayne's
figure. It would be fair to say she was plump. It would also have been an
understatement to say she had big breasts - they were huge. Her head was bent
down and her face was flushed from embarrassment as we scrutinised her. She
looked thoroughly miserable and dejected. The pupils near her grimaced implying
that she stank. I felt a twinge of sympathy which was short lived as the
teacher came in to start the lesson.

I was 18 in those days and a pupil in the 6th form at Spring Grove
comprehensive school. In keeping with many similar schools this was a huge
edifice with 2000 pupils of both sexes. We lived in a in a fairly wealthy
southern suburb of London. My family were pretty well off with both my parents
working as solicitors. We lived in a large detached house which was more than
big enough for the three of us.

I was a pretty ordinary sort of bloke. About 6 foot tall I was strong and fit
for my age and, judging from my fair success with the girls, not too ugly. I
was pretty good both academically and at sports and I guess I was a pretty
lucky guy. My pride and joy was my car, a year old Ford Capri - nick-named "the
Dagenham Dustbin" by my mates (For those of you who don't know, it was built in
a place called Dagenham). This had been bought using a small legacy I inherited
from an Uncle. The Capri was the hot car of the 1970's which all boy racers
wanted to own and it certainly did a lot to increase my street-cred.

I guess I was pretty popular at school. I had a nucleus of about 5 close mates
with whom I would go clubbing, drinking and shagging. I didn't have a regular
girlfriend but there were a few girls in my class who had provided the
occasional "light relief."

The school had a wide catchment area mostly centred on the affluent part of
town. One or two pupils in particular came from wealthy families. One leading
light was Sophie Green. Sophie's father was a well known businessman who owned
a chain of supermarkets. In spite of this fairly ordinary background, Sophie
thought she was royalty. There was no doubt she was pretty. She was a natural
blonde (so the other girls told me), a fabulous figure and with tits to die
for. Any guy would have sold his soul to have a date let alone fuck her. The
problem was that Sophie knew all this and acted as the ultimate prick tease.
She also had a serious attitude problem acting as though she was superior to
everyone else.

Sophie had a circle of girls in class who worshipped her and took every
opportunity to "brown-nose" her. If Sophie said "shit," they all replied "how
much?"

Getting back to Jayne, the first day went pretty quietly. This was effectively
the lull before the storm. During this time the more inquisitive girls in the
class probed into her background. Within a day they had a full dossier on our
new class mate.

Jayne lived on the Paradise Estate. Don't be fooled by it's name, this place
was anything but Paradise. The estate comprised of 6 blocks of flats which had
won some arsehole of an architect an award in the 1960s. At the time his design
of buildings, the linking walkways and the energy saving systems were
considered innovative and ahead of their times. What these "experts" didn't
foresee that was within 10 years the innovative roof design would leak like a
sieve; the elegant windows would rot, the amazing heating system would provide
a home for cockroaches and rats and that the walkways between the blocks would
be a hunting ground for muggers. Four of the blocks were empty and boarded up
and the other two were only half full. The "Paradise" was not a nice place.

The "grapevine" also established that Jayne lived with her mother who was drunk
and a prostitute. All these fact combined were a guarantee that the middle
class and unbelievably intolerant girls in our class would make Jayne's life
hell. And so it was.

One thing you must understand is how vindictive the girls in my class could be.
Anyone out of the ordinary or somehow inferior to them was automatically
considered to be inferior and unworthy. By her background Jayne automatically
became such a sub-being irrespective of any virtues she might have.

To my shame I didn't give Jayne too much thought - I had other things on my
mind.

First I had been made captain of the school football team, a job which occupied
a lot of time with training. Secondly, there was a cute little girl in the year
below me who was after my body. She was 16 - just legal and had the most
amazing body. Her name was Gina.

The great thing about having a car is that it acts as a bird-magnet. One
Saturday late in November Gina and I had gone out to the cinema and we were on
the way home. It wasn't too late so I slipped the car down a quiet lane so we
could indulge in a little quiet fraternisation. Gina was dressed to kill in a
tight little skirt and a white T shirt. The car was warm and she slipped out of
her jacket.

You can say what you like but I always like the first kiss best. It is the
first time you really get to know a girl. Gina had the sweetest lips - natural
with no make-up. She wasn't shy either and she quickly pushed her tongue into
my mouth as if she wanted to check out what I had had for lunch. I put my hand
on her chest feeling her small pointed tit. She was getting warmed up and her
nipple was erect and thrusting through the thin material of her bra. I moved
away from her and pushed both hands under her shirt lifting her bra above her
tits. She gasped with pleasure as I gently squeezed her tits and teased the
nipples to greater stiffness.

"Suck me," she gasped. Of course I obliged. I leant over taking her nipple into
my mouth. Gina put her hands behind my head pulling me against her and
encouraging my ministrations. Her body had a faint soapy smell which was deeply
exciting. I felt my cock stiffen in my jeans. As I continued to suck her
nipples, Gina moaned gently pulling my head harder against her chest.

I wasn't quite sure whether Gina was up for a screw so I carefully put my hand
on her leg to gauge her reaction. As I did she parted her legs and I eased my
hand in. Her panties were soaking wet with her juices. Gina felt my fingers
touch her cunt through her panties and she began rubbing against my hand.
Within only a few moments she squealed as she came. I had heard of premature
ejaculation but never before in a girl!

I thought that having come Gina would lose interest but I was wrong. (many of
the girls I knew would happily take what was done to them and then leave you
with blue balls) She opened my jeans and bent down taking my cock in her mouth.
While I'm not built like John Holmes, my cock is a decent size and quite fat.
Gagging slightly Gina eased almost all my cock into her mouth. The feeling was
sensational. Slowly she bobbed her head up and down sending ripples of pleasure
through me. My cock stiffened more as I felt my orgasm approach. Being a
gentleman I warned Gina that I was about to come. In response she sucked
harder. My semen burst out as a fierce jet and Gina drank it down.

As we rearranged our clothing Gina smiled.

"I hope you weren't disappointed but I never fuck on a first date."

If that was the case I rather looked forward to the next!

With my various preoccupations I barely noticed the campaign of hate being
waged against Jayne by the other girls in class. When I say "other girls" I
mean Sophie. She was the ring leader but her circle of sycophants did whatever
she dictated. I had realised that Jayne received no acknowledgement from the
other girls and was basically ostracised but I hadn't realised how bad things
were until one day late in November.

It was pouring with rain at the end of the day. I was stood opening my car in
the pupil's car park when I heard the sound of sobbing coming from behind the
wall. I walked around the wall and saw Jayne sat on the ground soaking wet,
muddy and crying inconsolably. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked if she
was OK. Jayne recoiled in shock as though I was about to hit her. I reassured
her I wasn't going to hurt her and asked if I could help. She shook her head in
mute despair.

The least I could do was give her a lift home and I guided her to my car. She
was silent during the journey except to give me directions. We pulled up
outside one of the run-down blocks on the Paradise. I insisted that I escorted
her to her home.

As she opened the door I saw a half naked woman in the hall. She wore just a
bra and panties and held a glass of drink in her hand.

"Hello, are you Jayne's boyfriend?" she leered in a drunken and unfriendly
manner. "Please come in young sir," she added sarcastically. Jayne pushed her
way past the woman and into one of the rooms off the hall., slamming the door
angrily. The flat had a musty unkept smell with more than a hint of tobacco
smoke and gin.

"I'm Jayne's mother, Liz," the woman spoke. I introduced myself and asked
whether she was aware of the treatment Jayne was experiencing at school.

"She doesn't want to take any notice of other kids," Liz replied. "She always
was a soft bitch. She should smack anyone who causes her bother in the mouth."

At that point she started staring pointly at my crotch. Pulling one of her
sagging breasts from her bra she spoke.

"You don't want to bother with Jayne, she doesn't know how to shag. Try me,
I'll give you a good time."

Liz had blonde hair which, from the dark roots, was obviously bleached. Her
body was bloated and she had stretch marks on her belly and breasts. Straggling
black pubic hair poked from the sides of her panties. I felt a slight surge of
lust but mostly I felt disgusted. How any woman could behave that way within
hearing of her daughter astounded me.

"No thank you, I'm just leaving," I replied as politely as I could.

Jayne must have heard me because she called out asking me to stay. Liz gave a
leer at that - "She must have the hots for you. Anyway, I can't stay talking to
you, I have a hot date." With that Liz went into another room, only to re-
emerge a few minutes later fully dressed. Without another word she left.

Listening outside the door where Jayne had gone I could hear the sound of the
shower. In order to pass the time I decided to look around the flat. The living
room door was open and I looked in. The room was sparsely furnished with a
three piece suite and a television. The carpet was worn and frayed. I peeped
into the next room, which was clearly Jayne's mothers. The bed was untidy with
dirty clothing scattered around on the floor. I also noticed some used condoms
lying where they had been dropped as well as a used tampon. The bed was unmade
and the bottom sheet was dirty and stained. I went back to the sitting room and
sat down.

Shortly Jayne appeared at the door. She was wearing a white T shirt and a pair
of tracksuit bottoms. She was stood drying her hair with a towel. She wore no
bra to hold her heavy breasts and her nipples were visible through the thin
material. In the tight shirt her breasts looked huge sagging over her belly.
Jayne must have noticed me staring because she crossed her arms across her
chest covering her breasts.

"Come into my room, it's cleaner there," she spoke smiling.

Jayne was true to her word. Her room was an oasis of cleanliness in the
otherwise filthy flat. Jayne obviously cared more about herself and her room
was as neat and well decorated as she could afford. The walls were decorated
with pictures of current pop groups and the room scattered with the usual
knick-knacks that teenagers collect.

As she shut the door I noticed two heavy bolts on the inside of the door.

"Who did she want to keep out?" I pondered.

We sat on the neatly made bed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

That simple question triggered Jayne's emotions and she burst into tears. I
took her into my arms trying awkwardly to comfort her. As she buried her face
in the crook of my neck I was aware of the soft mass of her breast pressing
against my chest. I let her cry just stroking her damp hair and making soothing
noises.

"Wwww...why did you give me a lift?" she sobbed.

"Because you needed help," was my simple reply.

"You haven't helped me before," came a sharp rebuke. She was right and the
truth hurt.

"I know, and I feel a total bastard," I shamefacedly replied. I explained that
I had been too wrapped up in my own affairs and didn't see it as my concern. I
realised now that it was my concern and that I wanted to be her ally. I
realised that this was a major decision which, if not handled correctly, was
going to result in severe grief for me at school. But I knew I had to make a
stand.

Finally, still sobbing, Jayne unburdened herself. It transpired that not only
did she have grief at school, she had much more trouble at home. The girls at
school were wrong when they described Jayne's mother was a prostitute - she was
worse than that. Most prostitutes are victims, mostly they sold sex to live or
feed a drug habit. Jayne's mother was addicted to sex. She gave it away and in
doing so plumbed the depths of depravity. Most nights she would bring back
three or four guys for an all-night session of sex and drinking.

One night a year or so ago, one of the guys with her mother had expressed an
interest in screwing Jayne. Her mother thought the idea that someone would want
to screw her fat daughter hilarious and she dragged Jayne from her bed into her
own bedroom. Jayne was stripped and pinned down. Jayne was menstruating at the
time but that didn't stop the men. In fact it helped by providing the
lubrication the men needed to penetrate her. The first man ripped her panties
down and took delight in wiping her damp sanitary towel over her face laughing
at the bloody streaks it left.

As if that was bad enough the men took it in turn to screw her virgin cunt. Her
mother, not wanting to miss out on the fun, squatted over Jayne's face rubbing
her cunt against her mouth. The taste of her mother's wet cunt dripping with
the semen which had been earlier squirted up it made Jayne want to throw up.
The first man had a particularly large cock and caused her excruciating pain as
he rammed it in her virgin and totally unaroused vagina.

After that day Jayne fitted the bolts to her door and kept a sharp knife under
her pillow. She made it clear to her mother that she would use it on any
unwelcome visitors. Since then, she had not been bothered again.

Jayne sobbed with tears running down her face as she told this tale. I realised
that it had hurt her horribly to recall the event and I felt humbled that she
had shared her distress and pain with me..

Her treatment at home had given Jayne a tough veneer which enabled her to cope
with the ostracism at school. She treated Sophie and her cronies with utter
contempt and refused react to their antipathy. Compared to her mother and her
evil ways, the girls were just a load of wankers.

Unfortunately Sophie wasn't used to being ignored. It hurt her pride to have
this "scruffy, fat bitch" ignore her and she and the other girls had jumped
Jayne after school and beaten her up. I was surprised since Jayne had no marks
on her face.

"Oh they were too smart to mark my face," Jayne smiled ruefully and she lifted
up her shirt. Her back, stomach and breasts were marked with red bruises, some
of which were obviously kick marks. I was also startled to see her amazing
breasts. Huge and sagging they were capped with large dark nipples which
stiffened as the cool air touched them.

Jayne saw I was staring and blushing pulled her shirt down quickly.

"Sorry I was staring," I stammered, "but your breasts are superb."

Jayne looked at me in disbelief.

"Just because you're not thin it doesn't mean you're not sexy," I added
quickly. The fact was that all the girls I'd known had been thin and petit.
Seeing Jayne made me realise what I really wanted.

Jayne blushed a deeper red and looked away. She was crying again.

"I find it hard to believe you," she sobbed. "For all my life people have
laughed at my size in general and my breasts in particular. It's tough trying
to spend your life with two huge heavy sacks attached to your chest. People
stare, people snigger. It's soul destroying."

"I know I stared at you, I tried to reassure Jayne. "At first I did so out of
curiosity but I know it is more than that. You are not a freak, you are what
your genes make you."

She smiled uncertainly and sniffed.

I know the timing was wrong and I was a total pratt to do it but in spite of
myself I blurted out the question hovering on my tongue.

"Can I see you naked?"

Jayne looked at me, her gaze hardening. I knew what she was thinking, she
thought I was just selling her a line, that I was the same as the men who raped
her. This was going wrong.

"No... no, don't get me wrong. I think you're the most gorgeous girl I've met
(and I meant it). It's just that.... " My voice tailed off, how the hell can
you tell a girl that you want to see her naked because she's fat? It's hardly
the kind thing to say.

Jayne sat looking at me, thinking. Finally her stare softened.

"OK but I can't cope with anything other than looking." she said as she stood.
She pulled her T shirt and pants off and stood front on to me, just in a pair
of white panties, hands on hips.

"Like what you see?" she stared at me, awaiting my reaction.

I did. Her breasts sagged onto her plump stomach, moving gently as only natural
breasts do. Her stomach bulged forward making a slight overhang over Jayne's
pubis. She lifted her arms above her head making her breasts lift slightly and
revealing a slight stubble of dark hair in her arm pits. She turned around
showing her broad rear and she bent forward. Her panties were pulled tightly
over her rear and I could see dark pubic hairs poking out of her knicker legs.
I could see the outline of a panti-liner in her panties and realised that she
must be having her period.

Turning she confirmed my suspicions. She pulled her knickers to one side giving
a quick flash of her plump, hairy pubis.

"Sorry, you can't see any more, it's that time of month." she smiled. Jayne
walked over to me and kissed me. Her mouth tasted sweet as she kissed me
deeply, her tongue entering my mouth. Her warm heavy breast brushed softly
against my hand, inflaming my senses. Stepping back she began to get dressed.

"I think that's fair payment for my lift, don't you?" she smiled.

I smiled back in affirmation. I was content, I had seen enough - hopefully for
now. I had to say something:

"Believe me, you are the finest woman I have ever seen - and I meant every
word.

"Let's have coffee," she replied, taking the tension out of the air.

We had a cup of coffee and chatted. After an hour I made my apologies and left
- my parents would give me hell if I stayed out during the week when I was
supposed to be at home.

As I drove home I thought things through and worked out how to handle matters
at school. I had an idea.

Once home I phoned Jayne and asked her to try and trigger a little trouble with
Sophie at school the next day without getting the blame - I would handle the
rest. Mum and dad overheard and I explained the score. Mum looked dubious and
asked if it was a good idea to take sides. I explained that by doing nothing I
was being as bad as Sophie and something needed doing. They accepted my
decision without argument.

The next day I carefully observed Sophie and her clan in the school field. They
were picking on Jayne as usual when Jayne seemed to trip accidentally and
stumble against Sophie. I heard Sophie's scream of outrage and she hit Jayne in
the face.

"Don't touch me you filthy lump of blubber!" she shouted.

Jayne screamed and fell to the ground. And what did I do? Well I happened, by
accident you understand, to have my camera in my hand and I happened, quite
inadvertently, to photograph the whole scene.

Choosing my moment I approached Sophie. As I approached she gave her usual sexy
smile.

"Hello Henry, how are you?"

"Can we have a quiet word?" I asked and we went to a secluded part of the field
where no one could see us.

"Why are you picking on Jayne?" I asked.

"Because she's one of the dirty rabble and should be bothering decent people
like us," came a smug reply.

"I want you to stop," I replied.

"What? Are you her boyfriend and protector? Why should I? You poor sap! Get
real." Sophie laughed derisively.

That was it, my temper flared. I grabbed the front of Sophie's blouse in my
fist and pulled her so that we stood nose to nose. She gasped with surprise and
attempted unsuccessfully to pull away. Her stretched blouse opened giving me a
front row view of her pert little tits in a lacy white bra - but I had other
matters to address.

"Now understand this now, you stuck up cunt. I happen to have cast iron
evidence of your little attack on Jayne this morning. I don't think the
headmaster will be best pleased to see how one of his pupils has been bullying
another. I suspect you would get expelled and your daddy wouldn't like that,
would he?"

Sophie blanched. "You wouldn't do it!"

"Just try me you slag. It's about time you realised that having rich daddy
doesn't allow you to do what you like. It's time you joined the human race."

"You haven't got the bottle!" Sophie spat in an act of defiance.

"OK, your funeral," I replied as I turned towards the school office block.

Sophie slumped in defeat. Even if she didn't quite believe me, my anger was
real and she was convinced.

"OK, I'll stop," she conceded.

I turned back.

"And all your mates. Any attacks from any girls and I speak to the head."

"I can't guarantee that!" she gasped.

"Well you had better try hadn't you. And a couple of other things. I want you
to apologise to Jayne. I don't want you to be best buddies, you don't have to
kiss her ass, but you will apologise. You to treat her with respect. Finally, I
don't want anyone else to hear about this little chat. Got it?"

By this time Sophie would have kissed my ass if I had asked. I guessed we would
have no further trouble.

I walked off without waiting for a reply.

Over the next couple of weeks things changes radically. Sophie was true to her
word and apologised to Jayne. Things settled down to normality. I went out on
several dates with Jayne and we started to get on together well. We had a few
heavy kissing sessions but I took great care not to go too far.

I persuaded Jayne to come to our house for tea one Sunday. At first she was
reluctant - she was unsure how my parents would react. Finally she finally
agreed and was surprised when the visit turned out well. Mum and dad had a
great attitude, always treating my friends with respect. Jayne responded to
their warmth - she wasn't used to caring parents. Afterwards mum and dad told
me that they thought that Jayne was a really pleasant girl.

I spent the week before Christmas in bed with flu and with the Christmas
festivities I didn't see Jayne for a couple of weeks.

Mum and dad always go off skiing for two weeks after Christmas. I don't like
skiing and my parents are happy to leave me alone at home. It gives me a space
and time to myself. They knew I was old enough to look after myself and I could
be trusted not to wreck the place. I drove them to the airport and immediately
after seeing them off I went to Jayne's flat.

Her mother answered the door. She was obviously drunk and apart from a silk
dressing gown she was naked. She made no attempt to cover her naked body.

"Well...well, it's lover body, what the fuck do you want?" she slurred. Any
pretence of civility was lost.

"I would like to speak to Jayne," I answered politely.

"Well you fucking well can't. She's not here." Came an obnoxious reply. "Do you
know what that stupid cunt did? I had some good friends around for a small
party. They offered me 500 pounds to fuck my daughter's prissy little ass and
the cunt had the cheek to refuse! She cost me 500 quid and then had the cheek
to walk out of the flat!"

"Where is she now?" I asked.

"I don't fucking know or care. She needn't come back." With that she slammed
the door in my face.

I guessed she wouldn't have gone far. The weather was cold and there was snow
on the ground and she wouldn't last long without help. Fortunately I knew all
the areas used by the homeless and I started looking.

Night was soon approaching and I had had no luck. In despair I walked into a
motorway underpass used by a group of hard core alcoholics. Several of them
were hunched around a fire passing a bottle of sherry. I had come equipped with
a couple of bottles of red wine as a bribe. As they gratefully drank my gift I
asked them if they had seen a young girl around who was new to the streets.
Most hadn't but one guy suggested I check out a quiet corner of the underpass.

As I walked over to the place he indicated all I could see was piles of plastic
rubbish bags. I was about to walk away when I noticed a slight movement.
Pulling a rubbish bag to one side I saw Jayne's pale face. She was huddled,
barely shivering, amongst the rubbish. I tried to rouse her but she just
moaned. She was obviously in a bad way and I lifted her over my shoulder and,
with some difficulty, carried her to my car. Going back to where she had laid I
could find no evidence of a bag or any belongings. I took Jayne straight to our
house.

I was worried. Jayne wasn't shivering which can be a sign of hypothermia. I
carried her to the bathroom and began to pull her clothes off. It was not a
pleasant task. I guessed that Jayne had been sleeping rough for some time. Her
outer clothes stank of garbage and her body just stank. It looked like
something she had eaten had upset her because she had shat herself. Her panties
were a disgusting mess. I took no pleasure from wiping the thick deposits of
shit from between her legs. Once she was nude I put Jayne on the toilet where
she sat semiconscious quietly moaning while I ran her a hot bath - both to get
her clean and to warm her up.

Any other time the idea of bathing a naked girl would have been most enjoyable
but in this was neither the time or place for lascivious pleasure. Slowly Jayne
began to revive and became a little more lucid - although she was still pretty
well out of things. Fortunately our house was very large with six bedrooms and
I decided to put Jayne in a spare double room next to mine.

I got her dried and managed to get her into a pair of my pyjamas. Finally I
tucked her up in bed with the electric blanket on.

I sat on the chair and soon dropped off to sleep.

I was awoken in the early hours of the morning by the sound of hoarse coughing.
Jayne was delirious and running a fever. I eased a little cold water down her
throat and called our doctor.

Dr James was a good friend of the family and had been our doctor for many
years. He wasn't best pleased to be called out in the middle of the night but
soon realised that Jayne was in a bad way. As I explained the situation to him
he looked at me in a strange way. I guessed he couldn't decide whether I was a
saint or a lunatic for helping out Jayne. I left him in the room to examine
Jayne and went to make coffee.

Shortly he returned and we sat down to drink coffee.

"It looks like a bacterial chest infection and with a bit of luck we can stop
it developing to pneumonia." he told me. "I've given the girl a big shot of
antibiotics and I'll leave you a prescription for oral antibiotics. If she
doesn't start to improve over the next day or so you'll have to get her to
hospital."

He then grinned at me.

"I think you're a bloody idiot and your parents will give you a bollocking for
what you've done, but for what it's worth, you probably saved her life by
getting her warmed up. I doubt she would have lasted the night otherwise."

With that he left to go back to his bed.

Jayne seemed to be sleeping quietly so I went and grabbed few hours sleep on
the lounge couch.

I slept late and it was just after nine in the morning when I awoke. I made
some tea and went upstairs. The antibiotics must have kicked in because Jayne's
fever had eased a little and her cough seemed to be a little better. I gave her
a little water and she half awoke.

"Where am I?" she croaked.

"Don't worry about that now, you've been ill but you're now safe. Go back to
sleep."

She closed her eyes without further comment. I went out to the chemist to get
the prescription filled out and to buy some basic stuff for Jayne - toothbrush,
hair brush.

When I got home I went into the bathroom to sort out her clothes. Her knickers
and jeans were unusable and I threw then in the rubbish bin. The rest of her
clothes just needed a good washing. Jayne needed clothes and I decided to visit
her lovely mother again. But first I had to square things with my parents.

They always stayed at the villa of friends so I knew I could reach them by
phone. It was dad who answered the phone. I briefly explained all that had
happened. Mum was a little concerned but they both agreed that Jayne could stay
with us as long as she wanted. Being lawyers they were both concerned that we
were not breaking the law. I told them that Jayne was 18 and could decide for
herself. They nevertheless thought it prudent that I should tell her mother
where she was - we didn't want the police looking for her.

I then spent the day chilling and catching a little TV.

During the day regular drinks and oral antibiotics improved Jayne's condition
significantly and by late afternoon she was awake.

"Where am I? What happened?" she asked. "I've had a terrible dream about being
cold and then someone giving me hot bath.

I gave her some tea to ease her throat and explained how I had found her
sleeping rough and that she was at my home. Jayne realised that she was wearing
pyjamas and asked who had undressed her. She blushed when I explained that had
happened the previous night. I also explained what had happened when I went to
her flat and how I had found her.

I could see that Jayne was getting tired and I told her to get some rest. I had
things to do.


An hour later I found myself outside the door to Jayne's home. After several
minutes of banging on the door, it was finally opened by her mother. She had
obviously just got out of bed and looked wrecked.

"Oh shit, what do want now?" came her welcome.

"Firstly, in case you're interested, Jayne is staying at my home. And, no
thanks to you, she's very ill. Secondly, I've come for the rest of her
clothes." The woman reached behind her and threw a suitcase at my feet.

"I've already packed the junk from her room. I've thrown all her clothes out.
Now fuck off, I don't want to see either of you again."

Back home I unpacked Jayne's stuff and in her room I wondered how I was going
to explain that she was now technically homeless. As I pondered this problem
the front door bell rang. It was Dr James.

"Evening Henry, I was driving home and thought I would look in on the patient."

I took him to Jayne's room and left him with her. Soon he joined me in the
kitchen where we drank coffee and talked.

"She's doing very well and out of danger. She needs a more days of rest and
good food and you must finish the course of antibiotics. Have you discussed
matters with your parents?"

I explained that my parents were aware of the situation and happy with things
in the short term.

Dr James seemed satisfied and took his leave.

The next day Jayne didn't wake up until early afternoon. This time she was
brighter and ready to eat. I made her some soup and I explained the score as
she ate. At first she was dismayed that she had been thrown out of home and had
no clothes but seemed to cheer up when I told her that she could stay with us.

Jayne finished her soup and started to get out of bed.

"Hey where are you going?" I asked stopping her.

"I need to pee if that's OK? Also I need a bath." She retorted.

"OK," I sighed, "but take it easy. Do you want some coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be nice," came Jayne's reply as she left the room.

I made coffee and tapped on the bathroom door.

"Coffee's ready," I called.

"Bring it in please," Jayne replied.

I edged into the bathroom taking care not to look.

"Relax Henry, you've seen me nude. You've even wiped my bum and not many have
done that." Jayne laughed.

I pulled up a stool by the bath. Jayne was obviously relishing the comfort of
the hot bath. She had made heavy use of bubble bath and her breasts looked
fabulous nestling in the bubbles.

"I love hot foamy bathes," she sighed. Henry, stop staring at my tits," Jayne
scolded seeing my gaze upon her.

"Sorry, kid, but they really are fabulous," I replied.

"Can I borrow your razor?" Jayne asked.

"Yes," I replied "but what for."

Jayne lifted her arm showing the dark stubble which had grown in her arm pit.

"I'm beginning to look like a hedgehog under there." she grinned.

"Jayne, if I asked you, would you let the hair grow?" I asked with a little
trepidation. Jayne looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.

"Do you like your women hairy?" she finally asked.

"Yes, the hairier the better," I replied.

"OK," she said, "I think I can live up to your preferences."

We sat chatting until with regret Jayne stood up to get out of the bath. She
looked great with the residue of foam sticking to her gorgeous full body.

"Dry my back please," Jayne asked turning her back to me. As I gently towelled
her dry I had the perfect chance to admire her gorgeous arse. I don't quite
know what came over me but I suddenly blurted out that I loved her.

Jayne froze and then from a slight shaking of her shoulders I suspected she was
crying. I turned her around and could see tears running down her face.

"Hey, what's up kid?" I asked.

"This is all too much for me. First you sort out the school bullies. Then you
give me home and now you tell me you love me." she whimpered.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Now back to bed," I told her. I guessed I
had better slow down a little.

As the day progressed I noticed Jayne becoming quiet and remote. I suspected
that she was still disturbed her uncertain future. I left her to herself
guessing that she would talk to me when she was ready.

Around teatime dad rang to see how she was doing. After I told him he asked to
speak to Jayne. I gave the phone to her and sat down. She took the phone and
just listened. As she did tears began to run down her face. Finally she dropped
the phone and ran out the room. I picked up the phone.

"Hey dad what did you say to her."

He told me that Jayne could stay as long as she wanted and that she could treat
our home as hers.

"Is mum happy about this?" I asked

"It was her idea. Jayne impressed her a great deal when she came to tea and she
thinks Jayne deserves a chance to overcome the bad treatment she has received.
Her living with us is no problem, we have the space, she would cost us nothing
extra in terms of food or heating, and she's a good kid."

I felt all choked up.

"Thanks dad, you two are real sports. I do have one problem. Jayne as hardly
any clothes, her loving mother destroyed all she had. Can I use my credit card
to buy her some more?" I asked.

My parents decided that rather than give me an allowance they would given me my
own credit card. They thought it would give me independence and help me learn
manage my finances. Dad paid the balance off every month provided I owed less
that 200 pounds.

"Fine, Henry, that's a good idea and don't worry about the price limit, this
month." he replied.

We chatted for a little longer and then I hung up.

I went to Jayne's room. The door was shut so I knocked. She invited me in.
Jayne was sat in a chair wiping her eyes.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I think so. Do you know what your father told me?"

"Yes. Are you OK with it?"

"Honestly Henry I'm overwhelmed, I don't know what to say or do."

"Listen Jayne, accept the offer, it was made in good faith. Mum and dad like
you, they want to help. We want you to get rid of this uncertainty with the
future. Why don't you relax and enjoy life. Things will shake out," I wanted to
try and kick Jayne out this cycle of confusion and fear of the unknown.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"OK," I added, "we have a bigger problem." Jayne looked worried.

"You only have a bra, a blouse and a sweater to wear. I don't think you can
walk around like that. I have the go ahead to go shopping for you so we need to
prepare a list."

Jayne smiled and nodded again. Getting a sheet of paper and a pencil I began.

"OK, what about knickers?"

"Well you've seen the type I wear," Jayne replied, blushing.

"OK so that's 6 pairs of white plain knickers medium sized," I jotted down.

"Now what about bras?"

"Just like the one I was wearing, you can get them from a stall in the market."
Jayne blushed even more.

"How big?" I asked.

Jayne didn't answer writing down her size on the sheet of paper.

"Fine, know what about nightwear?"

"I usually wear a baggy T shirt and knickers." Came the reply.

"OK, make that 12 pairs of knickers and some T shirts."

"Trousers or skirts?"

"Jeans please."

"Shirts, blouses, sweat shirts?"

"You choose."

I asked Jayne to write down the details of her size and I had my list.

"OK anything else from the chemists?"

"Deodorant please and some sanitary items," Jayne was now really blushing.

I pushed the paper over and she wrote down exactly what was needed.

The next morning I headed off into town. I first dealt with the easy stuff
buying panties, jeans, socks, and various shirts. These were bought at a shop
which dealt in clothes for larger women. I bought her three pairs of designer
jeans, some loose T shirts. Gritting my teeth I then set out on the
embarrassing task of buying bras. Rather than use the market I went to a small
exclusive shop that mum uses.

I was grateful that the shop was empty from other customers as I entered. A
shop assistant approached me. A young blonde woman in a smart white blouse and
grey skirt. What impressed me that she was as big as Jayne and she looked so
sexy. Her huge breasts were firm and erect below the crisp blouse, her belly
and rear looked snug in her skirt.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Stammering I explained that I wanted to buy some bras for my girlfriend.

"It is better if the customer comes in for a fitting," she explained.

I told her that she was unwell and not able to call in but I did have her size
and her bra with me. She led me into a private consultation cum fitting room.
Once inside I showed her the bra. She looked unimpressed.

"Is your girlfriend pretty?" she asked. I answered yes.

"Do you want her to look sexy?" Again the answer was affirmative.

"I could sell you a bra like this but I'm afraid it just wouldn't make her look
her best. There are companies which make bras with larger women in mind and who
ensure they look their best." she added.

"OK," I replied, "can I see some."

She produced several types including some lacy bras with half cups.

"These are designed to give firm support and to emphasise the lady's cleavage."
She showed me a number of photographs and I was hooked. The women looked so
sexy in their low cut shirts or blouses. I chose a white and black bra.

"We have something else you might wish to see," she added and produced a bra
made from a sheer pale beige material. "These give excellent support, unlike
the low cup types you have chosen, these encompass the whole breast rather like
a light sports bra. The sheer material gives almost total transparency and a
soft natural feel and appearance. They come with matching knickers. They also
come in white. Unfortunately we don't have any photographs of these being worn
but they are a type I use. May I show you?"

"Yes please," I croaked.

Quickly she removed her skirt and blouse. My jaw fell open, she was beautiful.
Her breasts were almost completely visible through the bra. The bra held her
breasts up beautifully, they were pert with only a slight sag. They also looked
completely natural.

"Feel how soft they are," she invited. Hesitantly I put my hand over her breast
feeling it's magical softness and heat. The sensation made my cock stiffen.

Looking down I looked at her panties. So pale and transparent was the beige
material that I could clearly see her dark pubic bush - she almost looked as
though she wore no panties. She turned around giving me a look at her wonderful
rear. I felt my cock stiffen more.

"The gusset is cotton making them soft, comfortable and cool to wear." she
continued.

She pulled the gusset away from her crotch to show me. "Feel," she invited. I
touched the material, warm and slightly moist from her body.

"These are certainly very sexy," I managed to croak.

"They're my husband's favourites," she smiled as she dressed. "I see from the
lump in your pants that you like them too."

"It's not so much the bra and panties as what's inside them," I returned. She
flushed at my compliment.

I bought both beige and white bras and three pairs each of the panties.

"You girlfriend is very lucky," she commented.

I explained that she had lost all her clothes in an accident and that she had
to replace them all.

After paying I headed back to the clothes shop. I had seen some vests made from
stretch material which would look great over these bras. I bought three with a
low cut neck and three with a high neck. I also bought three blouses.

Finally I got the items from the chemists and went home.

I took the bags of clothes in to Jayne and left her to check them out. Soon she
came down stairs to the lounge where I sat. I must have been lucky because the
jeans fitted perfectly - like a glove in fact. They enhanced the wonderful
curve of her rear and between her legs showed her fleshy cleft. She was wearing
one of the low cut stretch tops which hugged her breasts showing every sexy
detail. Her bra enhanced cleavage which was plainly visible. Her freshly washed
hair cascaded over her shoulders. Jayne's face was flushed and she was grinning
ear to ear.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"You look fabulous," I croaked. "What do you think?"

"I never thought I could look this good," she gasped. She then ran upstairs.
Soon she returned again, this time wearing a high neck stretch top. From the
soft look of her breasts and the way her erect nipples poked through the
material I guessed she was wearing the sheer bra.

"Henry, you are disgusting," she grinned. "This bra is obscene."

With that comment she took off her top revealing the beige bra she wore. Her
breasts looked just as tasty as the woman's in the shop. The only difference
were that Jayne's nipples were darker and much wider.

"If you don't like it I can take it back and visit the stall in the market," I
teased.

Jayne didn't reply, she just walked over and hugged and kissed me. The feeling
on her breasts against my chest was sensational - a warm, soft pressure.

"What about the panties? When do I see them?" I asked.

"You can see me in those when I'm good and ready," she muttered and she bit my
ear. We then kissed again deeply. I knew that my cock was poking out against
Jayne's belly but she didn't react.

Any other time I would have felt frustration at not being able to get intimate
with a girl. In this case I didn't. I enjoyed the way that little by little we
were getting closer. I reckoned that the slow build up would make the final
outcome that much sweeter.

"Thanks for these clothes, Henry," she finally whispered. "They make me feel a
thousand percent better."

That evening we decided to relax and take in a film on TV. Jayne had bath while
I cleared up after dinner. She came downstairs wearing he bedtime clothing, a T
shirt and white panties and laid down on the couch. I brought in coffee and sat
on the floor near her feet with my back against the couch.

I soon became engrossed with the film when Jayne started rubbing my ear with
her toe.

"Behave, I'm trying to watch the film," I snarled.

After a while she started tickling my ear again.

"If you don't stop you'll be sorry," I warned her. With a giggle she did it
again. I grabbed her foot and bit her toe. She yelped with surprise. I found
the warm moistness of her toe surprisingly pleasant. She had a clean saltiness.
I began sucking on her large toe and then moved onto the others, taking care to
lick between them. I then took all of her toes into my mouth and gently sucked
and licked.

I was so preoccupied with this that it took some time for me to realise that
Jayne's breathing had changed - deeper, heavier. Looking up I saw that she had
her eyes closed and that her face was flushed. She was as turned on as I was.
Her hand had slipped between her legs and she was gently rubbing her clit
through her knickers.

"I can do that for you if you want," I offered.

Without a word Jayne spread her legs and took her hand away. There was a damp
patch on her panty gusset where her cunt had started to ooze. I moved onto the
couch and kissed her panties over her clit. Jayne immediately put her hands
behind my head and pulled may face against her crotch. She smelled slightly of
musk and excitement. I began to suck and lick at her clit, matching the slight
thrusting movements of her pelvis.

I slowly slid my hands under her ass and pulled down her panties. Jayne lifted
her rear up to help. Her exposed crotch was fabulous. Her pubic hair was thick
and dark brown and completely covered her mons, labia and down towards her
anus. The hair also spread over the top part of her inner thighs and a thin
line up to her navel. Jayne's inner labia were large and pink. Gently I pulled
them apart to see her moist pink vagina and the tiny hole of her urethra. She
smelt warm and sexy.

Gently I took the pink bud of her clit between my lips sucking it into my
mouth. Jayne bucked her pelvis towards me pushing, trying to get more of her
clit into my mouth. As I sucked and teased I could feel it stiffen and enlarge
slightly. I began to rub my finger around the opening of her vagina before
slowly pushing it in. I swear I could feel her internal muscles draw my finger
into her hot tight passage.

I looked up at Jayne and asked the 64000$ question.

"How far do you want to go?"

"All the way, but I'm not on the pill." she gasped.

"Shit!" I thought, "I had forgotten to get some condoms at the chemist's shop.

"Wait," I urged as I ran upstairs. Quickly I rummaged through dad's bedside
locker drawer and found a condom. As I turned Jayne was standing in the doorway
- naked.

"Let's go to my room, it will be more comfortable in bed."

Once in her room, Jayne made short work of stripping me. She knelt in front of
me and took my cock into her mouth. She was no expert at giving head but Jayne
soon worked out how to do it and was soon taking my full length down her
throat. It was amazing to watch the way my cock disappeared into her mouth
until her nose was pressed against my belly.

"Slow down," I gasped, "I want to put my cock somewhere else."

Jayne took the condom and rolled it onto me.

"They showed us in sex lessons how to put a condom onto a banana," she
explained.

She laid back on the bed and I eased my cock into her. There is nothing like
the first time you push into a woman - her vagina is usually at it's tightest.
Her vaginal walls were hot and snug gripping me cosily. Jayne gasped slightly,
sucking in her breath as she felt me fill her. Lying over her I at last had the
chance to look at her breasts at close quarters. Her nipples had stiffened
slightly and they hardened more as I teased and sucked at them. Her aureoles
were large and were interspersed with long dark hairs. She seemed to like my
attention since her breathing began to quicken.

Slowly we moved, co-ordinating so that she raised up to meet me as I pushed in.
The feeling was fabulous and I felt grateful that the condom provided some
reduction in sensitivity enabling me to hold off coming. I still needed to
think about other things to help keep my mind off coming - you know, boring
things like football, how to change the gearbox oil in a Ford Anglia.

I sucked and teased further at Jayne's breasts. Jayne was beginning to reach
the point of no return, her hips moving faster, her hands gripping hard on my
ass. Slowly we moved faster until almost together we came. Jayne gasped, yelped
and squealed as her orgasm flowed through her. I was lost in the sensation of
my semen spurting from my cock, all the time wishing that it was into Jayne and
not into a condom.

We settled in each other's arms enjoying the warm post-coital warmth, not
needing to speak, just relishing each other's presence. Soon we drifted off to
sleep.

I awoke to the sensation of something warm and soft moving on my cock. It was
Jayne slowly taking me in and out of her mouth, ever deeper as it stiffened. It
was daylight and I could see her head resting on my belly.

"I don't have another condom," I warned her.

"Shut up, lay back and enjoy," she replied, briefly stopping her sucking.

She resumed, her tongue and lips causing the most exquisite sensations.
Reaching out I placed my hand on her ass rubbing over her marvellously soft
buttocks and into the gap between. I couldn't reach her cunt so I gently
stroked her tight little anus with my finger. I felt her sphincter relax
slightly so I licked the end my finger to provide a little moisture and rubbed
a little harder. I felt Jayne's anus open a little and I eased my finger in
about an inch. I then moved my finger in and out in time to her sucking on my
cock. It seemed Jayne was enjoying my rubbing because felt her moving her arse
gently to and fro to match my finger's movements.

In response to my little bit of anal invasion I felt Jayne move down and tongue
my anus. Soon her tongue was replaced by her finger and she returned to sucking
my cock. I felt her finger ease right into my ass and begin to rub on the inner
wall. That was it, I felt my cock stiffen further and the familiar pressure
build up.

"I'm coming!" I gasped.

Jayne's response was to suck on my cock. My cock pulsed and spasmed squirting
my spunk into Jayne's mouth. I could feel her swallowing taking it all down.
Once I had finished she crawled up my belly. She was grinning and had a dribble
of white fluid running down her chin. She kissed me deeply and I could taste my
cum in her mouth. Jayne sat up, legs either side of my hips, and sat on my
groin. I could feel my semi-hard cock nestling in her soft, fat, crotch.

"Hmmm, that tasted nice. At least this time you were able to put you cum inside
me instead of a rubber boot." Jayne looked smug and satisfied. "I'll go and see
the doctor when I can, I want to get on the pill then you can put your cum
inside me properly."

"By the way, do you normally stick you finger up you girlfriend's bum when you
get a blow job?" she asked cheekily.

"Only when she has brown hair and a fat arse," I just as cheekily. "I suppose
this means we're an item," I added.

"Is that what you want?" Jayne asked a little more seriously.

"Yes if you want," I replied.

"You've got a deal," she responded without hesitation.

"Let's shower," she added and we went into the bathroom.

I can recommend taking a joint shower to anyone. There is nothing sexier than
giving someone you love a wash. Not only is it an excellent excuse to put your
hands in all those interesting little places, but also the human body has a
uniquely sexy texture when covered in nice slippery soap. I particularly
enjoyed washing between Jayne's plump buttocks. As I rubbed soap into her cute
little anus I felt it open slightly again.

"Henry, are you messing about with my bum again," Jayne scolded. Reaching back
her hand met my rigid cock. "Hmmm, nice," she cooed, and she pulled it towards
her. Bending forwards Jayne pressed my cock-head against her anus. The
invitation was obvious. Gently I pushed forward. The soap on her anus acted as
a lubricant and I felt my cock easing through the tight ring. I felt a slight
pressure and then with a slight pop my cock entered her rectum.

Slowly I pushed fully into Jayne and she pulled her cheeks apart allowing me to
get almost all my cock in. She then reached below her legs and began rubbing
her clit vigorously. I eased my cock in and out slowly giving Jayne's anus a
chance to relax and become accustomed to my cock and to allow her time to get
aroused. I could hear Jayne gasping indicating that she was getting excited and
I slowly increased the pace. The tightness on my cock was unbelievable. The
movement of her tight anal sphincter sent ripples of pleasure through cock as
it rubbed up and down.

I felt my orgasm approach and my cock swell. Jayne must have sensed this
because her own orgasm triggered.

"Fill me up," she gasped and my cock obliged.

I eased my cock out and Jayne turned around to kiss me.

"That was amazing, almost as good as normal sex," she husked. No sooner had she
said that than the air I had pumped into her found it's way out and with a load
wet sound she farted.

"Oooops," Jayne blushed and giggled. "Still at least I can't make a mess in the
shower."

We must have been in the shower for an hour by the time we had soaped and
shampooed each other and it was with great regret that we dressed and got
breakfast.

As we relaxed enjoying our coffee the door bell rang. It was James, probably my
best friend. The nice thing about James is that he's completely without guile
or malice. With James, what you see is what you get - a decent honest Joe with
a sense of humour as wicked as they come.

"I came to see what was happening about your new year party," he began.

I invited him into the lounge. He stopped dead with surprise when he saw Jayne.
He had only seen her at school it her old scruffy clothes and not in her
transformed appearance.

"Is that you Jayne?" he asked.

She smiled and nodded.

"Christ you look good!"

Jayne blushed at the complement. I guessed I should fill James in on the
situation.

"Jayne lives with us now and you might as well be the first to know that we are
an item."

James' eyes were wide open with honest surprise. He first shook me by the hand
and then planted a big sloppy kiss on Jayne's mouth.

"Wow, that's great, good luck to you." James was genuinely pleased.

For the last three years I had held a new years party for my closest friends.
Usually no more than 12 people. Because mum and dad were always away, this was
the largest party I dare hold without risk of the house getting wrecked.
Because of my pre-Christmas flu and Jayne's problems I had forgotten all about
it. I explained the score to Jayne and we agreed that we would hold a party as
usual.

James spent the next hour ringing around and soon we had confirmation that the
usual group of 6 guys and girlfriends would be coming. Including Jayne and
myself that gave a total of 14. We only had two days to go so the three of us
set out to buy booze.

"What shall I wear?" Jayne asked. Although she looked fabulous in the gear I
had bought her, she needed something special for the party. So off we went back
to the specialist clothes shop. We spent a couple of hours looking at what they
had until Jayne settled on a nice little black dress. I felt my jaw drop as she
came out of the changing room wearing it. It was well cut so that it flattered
Jayne's figure without hiding it. The neck was low cut and her marvellous
breasts were shown to perfection.

Jayne looked at herself in the mirror.

"What do you think?" she asked doubtfully.

"You look fabulous," I slobbered. The purchase was made.

The time flashed by and it was soon the evening of the 31st December. By seven,
10 of my guests had arrived and were getting stuck into the drink. Everyone was
delighted to see Jayne and commented on how good her dress looked. I noticed
several of the guys admiring her cleavage.

Soon Jayne huddled in a corner with the girls chatting. I found it slightly
annoying that only a few weeks before these same girls had been giving Jayne
such a tough time. I took Jayne on one side briefly.

"Are you OK with the girls?" I asked.

"Yeah, fine. They've all apologised for what happened and I've decided to let
it go."

I must admit I couldn't have been so forgiving but there we are. The bell rang
and I answered the door. My final two guests were there along with Sophie.
Sophie pushed past me as though she owned the place. The couple she came with
apologised. Sophie had heard about my party and had tagged on. I was feeling a
little mellow so I decided to let Sophie stay, provided there was no trouble. I
should have known better.

Sophie greeted Jayne with barely concealed hostility and started drinking.
Before long she was getting drunk started making loud comments about how
surprised she was that I had allowed someone like Jayne to come to the party
and how she should go back to the gutter where she belonged. Before I could
intercede, however, one of the girls grabbed Sophie.

"You're a loud mouthed bitch who needs a lesson in manners," she snarled. "Come
girls, strip her."

With that the other girls, with the exception of Jayne, proceeded to strip
Sophie naked. Jayne looked on with an expression of dismay mixed with surprise.
Sophie screamed and struggled but to no avail. Soon she was stood naked. She
tried to cover her tits and cunt with her arms and hands but all could see her
nude body. Sophie in the nude was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Cute and
pert she had a trim waist and full breasts which did not sag in the slightest.
Between her legs was a trim blonde bush of pubic hair.

One of the guys had a camera and took a couple of shots. One of the girls spoke
quietly to the guy with the camera and then the other girls. In a flash they
all stripped. The girls then pulled Sophie onto the couch and one slipped
between her legs and started giving her some head while the other girls stroked
and kissed various parts of her body. Sophie seemed to get turned on because
she stopped struggling and started moaning. Further photos were taken. Once
done the girls moved back and held Sophie on the couch.

"Sophie, you've been a total arsehole all your life," one of the girls spoke.
"We are going to give you a lesson in manners. Now you've been pretty nasty to
Jayne here and we want you to apologise."

"Never!" Sophie screamed.

"Oh dear," the girl replied, "I think you might regret that." She pulled up
Sophie's legs so that her cute little rear was exposed and started whipping it
with belt borrowed from one of the guys. Sophie screamed with every blow and
her rear soon began to redden.

"OK," she sobbed, "I'll apologise." Still sobbing, she stuttered out a lame
apology to Jayne.

"No, that's not what we had in mind." the girl added. "I want you to kiss
Jayne's ass." Jayne looked embarrassed and looked at me asking a silent
question. I nodded in agreement that she do what the girls suggested. Blushing
Jayne lifted her skirt to her waist and pulled down her tights and panties.
Pulling her buttocks apart sat down on Sophie's face. Sophie had no choice but
to kiss Jayne's gorgeous little anus.

Everyone applauded. Jayne stood up and tidied her clothes. To Sophie's dread
the girl spoke again.

"We've all had to put up with your obnoxious behaviour and I think it right
that you apologise to us all and kiss our arses. Sophie had no choice and did
what she was told. In sequence each one of us lowered our arses on to her face
and felt her moist lips press against out arseholes. Of course the last person,
James, had to be different. As Sophie's lips pressed against his ring-piece, he
let forth a huge fart.

"Oh sorry, Sophie," he giggled, "that one just slipped out by accident."

This was small consolation to Sophie who was gagging from the smell. The girls
let her go and she began getting dressed.

"I'll go the police over this, you raped and tortured me."

"I wouldn't if I were you," the guy with the camera spoke. "I've got some
really good pictures of you enjoying being eaten out in a lesbian orgy and I
don't think your daddy would like it, would?"

Sophie knew when she was outflanked and left the party without further comment.

Things immediately lightened up on Sophie's departure. The girls put on some
clothes but the scene had been set for the remainder of the party. Whilst it
didn't degenerate into an orgy, there were quite a few visits by guests to the
bedrooms which were not off-limits for private fun and games. All in all
everyone voted the party the best ever. I agreed to hold another one the next
new year although I could not guarantee another cabaret.

A few days later mum and dad came home. The first thing they did was carefully
talk things through with Jayne. They confirmed that as far as they were
concerned she could stay as long as she wanted. She was to treat our house as
her home. We decided that we should however make one more attempt to achieve
some reconciliation with Jayne's mother.

That is how Jayne and I found ourselves outside her mother's flat that evening.
The flat was in darkness and there was no answer to our knocking. Jayne used
her own key to open the door. We found Jayne's mother lying in a pool of blood
in bed. She was dead. The post mortem revealed that she had died from a
haemorrhage of an artery in her throat. Her mother was an alcoholic and
suffered from the medical effects of alcoholism including cirrhosis and weaken
blood vessels in the throat. Her death was natural, predictable and inevitable.

In spite of everything, Jayne was genuinely distressed and grieved her mother's
passing. Yet again I was amazed at her capacity for forgiveness.

That pretty well decided matters. Dad looked into the legal issues but there
were no problems since Jayne had reached the age of majority. The way was clear
for her to live with us.

In the end things all worked out well. With her domestic and school pressures
removed Jayne showed what she was capable of. She had long had the wish to be a
doctor and she gained top A level grades in record time. She went on to
University and qualified in medicine. As for me, I followed my old man into the
law. I always saw being a solicitor as a nice little earner.

As for the two of us, well you don't think I was going to let a good thing go,
do you? We both studied at the same University so that we could continue our
relationship. True to her word, Jayne got on the pill and our love life was
full and exciting.

Of course we married and 25 years on we're still hard at it ... fucking, that
is.