Chapter 8

Things had got steamy between Rachel and I after our frolic in the pool. It was the smoothing-in of the sun cream that pushed us both over the edge of acceptable behaviour.

In the changing Chalet we’d had a kind of frantic necking session; the kind a couple might have in the back row of the cinema; except we were naked.

But we hadn’t touched each others cunts; I was quite careful about that; so no under-age sex taboo broken; thank God. But it had certainly awoken Rachel’s sexual needs for the future!

I could tell by her moody attitude around the house when she was having to cope with sexual frustration. And of course, for Rachel it was for the first time.

I felt for her as I knew only to well what it was like to endure.

That’s why, when Brad had appeared in my life recently, I’d grasped the opportunity of rough sex with him; in spite of everything that was wrong about it.

No, all I could do for Rachel until she became of age, would be to alleviate her cravings where-ever I could; without crossing that red line. But come the day, then Rachel would get a lot of mother-fucking from me.

And to that end I encouraged her to expend as much energy as she could on her rambles with Chummy; our neighbours dog. And that’s what she did whenever she came on heat; she’d be out there, alone on the heathland, with that big dog.

Then upon her return she’d be be all mucky, much in need of a warm soapy shower, which I would help her with; while she told me of the fun things she had done with Chummy.

As for my own needs, I spend time online with Brad.

When the craving gets to much, I drive up-state and meet Brad; late at night.

He waits for me in that dark dirty back alley.

I park-up nearby and get out of the car; looking like a cheap whore in a skimpy skirt.

I’m very nervous as I enter that alley; wondering if its him waiting for me?

I know the tap of my stilettos give my approach away; I know that!

But the excitement is intoxicating! I’m panting slightly and my cunt is clawing for Brad’s cock.

My heart thumps, “Are you there Brad?” I whisper with a croak.