The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 6: So Your Name Is Cliff
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 6: So Your Name Is Cliff - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
‘You’d never get one from someone like Shane or Graham, but if your future boyfriend knows what he’s doing, you’ll feel that every time you make love. And after your lesson, if he doesn’t, you can teach him. Then he grinned as he added, ‘And if he’s too chauvinistic and won’t listen to you, you can dump him quick.’
‘Thank you.’ Rosemary told him, ‘That was a fantastic experience I’ll remember happily for ever. Did it feel nice to you doing it?’ she asked out of interest, then added, ‘Are you still hard?’ ‘Why don’t you check for yourself?’ Cliff told her.
He felt her hand moving down between them and rest on his cock. Even through his trousers it managed to give her hand a hefty kick. They kept hold of each other as Rosemary, remembering her half-finished answer to his question told him, ‘If Graham has been listed in the register of volunteers as he should have been, his name and details should be recorded there.’
‘Do you have access to that book?’ Cliff asked. ‘Oh yes,’ she replied, ‘In fact I’ve put at least half the entries into it myself.’ ‘Ok, get dressed now, then we’ll have another coffee whilst we work out what to do about Graham.’ He stood up and offered his hand to help Rosemary stand up.
As soon as she was on her feet, she pulled him close and gave him a long kiss, which Cliff happily returned. They both felt his cock flexing like mad as it was squashed between them. ‘Feeling that cock moving makes me feel so happy,’ she told him. ‘It’s the first one to ever do that.’
‘I’m flattered,’ Cliff said smiling at her. Then leaving her to get dressed, he made them a coffee. Sitting at the table opposite each other, Cliff told her, ‘From what you’ve told me, I think we have to assume that Graham means, and is capable of carrying out, his threats.’
‘That doesn’t necessarily mean he would actually carry them out, or that he did kill his girlfriend, but for your safety and that of your mum and dad, we have to plan as if it is all true. If you were there tomorrow and a new volunteer turned up, what would be the procedure?’
‘Someone would show him round and point out all the things we need help with. Then if it didn’t put him off, he’d be taken into the office, and someone would record all his details in the register of volunteers. If I turned up tomorrow, could you arrange to be the one putting me in the register?’ Cliff asked.
‘Yes, I think so,’ she told him. ‘I can’t guarantee it, but it’s very likely. Especially if I say I know you from school.’ ‘If you went to the police and accused Graham of rape, it would be your word against his.’ Cliff told her. ‘There’s no evidence.’
‘Even if the police believed you, it might not get to court. And even if he was sent to court, he could easily get off. Then of course he would come after you. So, there are two things I need to do. First is to fit a recording device in the office.’
‘Then on Tuesday, I and a policeman friend can be outside and know what’s happening. We can then come in and rescue you. You might need to let his cock go into you once more, but it would only be very briefly. Then the policeman will see what he’s doing and with his statement, you are unlikely to need to go to court.’
‘With the evidence from my recording and the policeman’s statement, he’ll have no chance of getting away with it. I’ll come along tomorrow, but don’t let on you know me unless it’s the only way that you can get us both into the office alone.’
‘The second thing I want to try and do tomorrow, is to get a photo of him without him knowing. If he is wanted somewhere for the murder of his girlfriend, it might all be over before Tuesday. I’ll also need a key to the office. Are you aware of any existing railway photos that have Graham on them?’
‘No, but only because I’ve never had occasion to think of looking,’ Rosemary told him. ‘There’s an album in the office which is supposed to have a copy of every photo taken, but there’ll be lots on people’s phone pictures that never make it to the album.’
‘Ok,’ Cliff said, getting up and passing her some paper and a pen. ‘Draw me a rough layout of the site and label everything, especially the office and Graham’s caravan.’ He sat and watched her as she did so with a look of intense concentration on her face.
When she gave it him, as he studied it, he told her, ‘Now write a description of Graham, everything you can think of that might help me identify him.’ He smiled as he watched her concentrating once more. When she’d finished, he told her to close her eyes.
‘Now picture Graham both dressed and naked as I read out your description of him.’ When he’d finished Rosemary said, ‘I almost forgot, he has a small scar on the lefthand side of his abdomen. It must have registered when I first looked up and saw him naked.’
‘So, as you were looking straight at him, the scar was on his left, which was your right?’ Cliff confirmed. ‘Yes, definitely.’ Rosemary said as she pictured it. ‘Ok, when you arrive tomorrow, check the register and if he’s in it, make a copy of all the information.’
‘Then look through the photo album and see if there’s a photo with a full face of Graham on it. If there is, borrow the photo if you can, or take a picture of Grahams face on your phone if you can’t. You can send it to me later.’ They put each other’s numbers in their phones.
‘What time would you normally get there on a Sunday?’ Cliff asked. ‘Ten o’clock.’ she answered. ‘Ok, I’ll turn up at eleven and tell the first person I see that I want to be a volunteer. One way or another, it’ll all be over with by Tuesday evening.’
‘That’s such a relief,’ Rosemary said, looking so happy. They got up and headed for the door through to the shop. Rosemary stopped in front of it and turned back. Cliff opened his arms and she went into them. They kissed for quite a while, then with obvious reluctance from each of them, they parted.
As they had started to hug, Rosemary was aware that Cliff had gone soft whilst they had been having their coffees. But seconds after they went into each other’s arms, she felt it growing again. That added excitement to her feeling of happiness.
After seeing her out, Cliff went back to the storage cupboard. He dug out the camera that was in a box labelled ‘Air Purifier.’ It had a mobile phone in it to transmit the recording. He opened the box, switched the phone on, then screwed the lid back on the box. After setting his own phone to pick it up via the internet, he put it in a haversack. Locking up he went home, taking the haversack with him. When he got home, he took an old jacket and a needle and cotton to his room.
He cut a small hole in the front of it and sewed a piece of cloth on the inside, making a pocket that his own phone would drop into easily and the lens would always line up with the hole. He put his phone on video and dropped it into the new pocket.
He walked around in his bedroom then took it out and watched it. Another few stitches at the bottom of the pocket to raise the phone a few millimetres higher, then he tried it again. This time it worked perfectly. He tried taking it out, putting it back and checking the video three times. Still finding it ok, he went to the lounge and spent the rest of the evening with his mum and dad.
He told them where he was going tomorrow and his dad was very interested. Like most older men he had a thing for steam trains. When Cliff eventually went up to bed, he had a lovely dream about everything he’d seen and touched that day. Finally falling asleep as he was dreaming that he was making love with Rosemary.
SUNDAY - RAILWAY - CLIFF & ROSEMARY
At ten o’clock Rosemary arrived at the railway office. She felt good, she’d had the best night’s sleep for almost a week. She’d also had some lovely dreams. One of the committee members was in the office. She said hello and picked up the photo album.
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