Part 1A

Parked in a church car park early one Sunday morning, waiting for a friend who was arriving by bus from a nearby town, reading a novel about Ramsés I was disturbed by a woman rapping on the glass on the window. Rolling down the window I looked up at her bespectacled stern looking face.

"Why are you sitting here, why are you not in church?" She asked in a stern voice.

"I don't attend church," I answered.

She must have caught the title of the book for she now asked. "Are you an Egyptologist then?"

"No."

"An archaeologist then," she persisted.

I had continued trying to read while she was asking these questions, now I lowered the book, "No, I just like reading this book. I'm an agnostic," I said hoping she would go away

"You should come into the house of God he will show you the way," she went on.

Now I had a good look at her, she was in her thirties, tall, her hair cut square at neck height, with a fringe at the front, no make up, with a mouth turned down at the corners. Her figure was reasonable I would say, but hidden by a brick red dress to below the knees and done nothing to feminise her. She now leant into my car with her face just inches from me.

"Are you going to help him show me the way?" I asked looking straight at her.

"I could help you know, if you will just let me," she replied.

"Not now, I see the person I was waiting for just get off the bus," I replied and made to start the motor.

She quickly thrust a card on to my lap, "Please ring me, I want to help," she said withdrawing her head as I moved off.

Stupid religious cow, I murmured to myself as I exited the car park and drew up alongside the friend I was meeting. Well not a friend of mine, but a friend of my mother's.

Two weeks later I had been waiting for over twenty minutes for the date I was supposed to meet. I had hurried after work to change, missing my main meal. Now I am a good-looking bloke, everyone says so, and find I can talk to women easily. I had been hoping to take my date to dinner, but like all the rest after two dates, or once they saw, or felt, my deformity they just dropped me. I must be the only twenty three-year-old in Torpton who has never had his end away.

While waiting I was rummaging in the centre arm compartment when I drew out the business card;

Devine Simmerson
(Art, antiques and pre-owned furniture dealer)
Corner King and Smithson
Little Torres
534 67721

It was the woman from the church, the one who had placed the card on my lap. I took out my mobile and rang the number. Now why I did it I had no idea, it was one of those rash things that a person does periodically. The telephone only rang three times.

"Devine here," was what I got. I knew her voice yet we had only met for that brief time, it was that distinct.

"This is the man you spoke to at the church car park two weeks ago," I said.

"Wonderful, our group is having a meeting in my house which is behind the shop, come and join us for some supper. Don't say no, I'm expecting you," she answered, then the telephone went dead.

Now Little Torres was only six miles from Torpton, but it might as well be in a foreign country. Here people keep much to themselves; I knew no-one in that town. Well it wasn't what you would call a large town only seven hundred inhabitants, it had about ten shops a school and a church though and it was a terminal for the local bus service. Anyway it wasn't far in fifteen minutes I was drawing up outside Devine's home. There were five other cars parked outside so I parked alongside them.

Devine must have heard my car arrive for the front door opened before I could even knock. She led me into a large room with a laid out table at one end and a group of people seated at the other. The table contained dishes of sandwiches and cakes from what I could see all untouched.

"Ladies and Gentleman this is, oh I'm sorry I don't know your name," she said looking at me.

"Harold," I answered.

"We have two Harold here tonight but don't worry. I hope that this young Harold will be a regular attendee to our meetings. Now let me introduce you to everyone."

The first was a thickset man in his late fifties with a real sour face, beside him was a small woman who by her posture was timid. "This is Harold and his wife Simone," Devine said.

I had a huge manual workers hand thrust into mine and gripped as if he wanted to crush every bone in my hand. "Pleased to meet you young 'in, I'm the local builder. Where you from?" He said as if I should be honoured that he had shaken my hand.

"Torpton, sorry I haven't heard of you, but I'm happy to meet you," I replied. That was it I was a foreigner in his eyes.

"He's from Torpton, Simone," he said to his wife as if it was a disease and not a place.

"Pleased to meet you Harold," Simone said in a soft voice, but kept looking at her husband as if looking for approval, of her talking to me.

Next to them was a woman in her late thirties and alongside her was an older woman. "Where have you been Tommy, I've been waiting for you," the old woman asked me?

"This is Claire our Primary schoolteacher and her mother," Devine explained.

All I got was a handshake for the woman was talking to her mother. "Mum that's not Tommy, that's Harold, he's new here," she said to her, but the mother watched me like a hawk.

Next was a faultlessly turned out woman in her early fifties, her shoulder-length wavy auburn hair looked as though she had just come from the hairdresser. Her dress was a long-sleeved silky green with a vee neck which showed no cleavage, but it was a wonder that she didn't for she had two lovely firm looking breasts standing proudly from her chest. Her nylon stockings were a dark colour with a motif on the ankle, one of her shoes was off showing her polished toenails. She had that authoritarian air about her.

"This is Myra our vicar's wife; she comes to all our meetings."

Her hand was cool in mine and she held my hand all the time we were being introduced.

"Happy to meet you Harold, Devine told me all about you. I was wondering when we would meet," she said.

The next one round was a thin woman, in her forties but it was hard to tell. This woman had a sad long pinched face and she was wearing big round glasses which weren't her style. Her hair was straight and black, cut in a pageboy cut with a fringe in the front. Her dress, for one couldn't call it a dress, looked like a sack and over it she was wearing a cardigan with long sleeves.

"This is Susan our post mistress," was all the introduction I had.

"Pleased to meet you," was the soft answer I got, but she didn't look me in the eye, she kept her eyes down, she looked a real timid woman.

Next to her was the other male, well this one was gay, you just had to look at him and you knew. His right elbow in his left-hand and the slack wrist. His dress and use of was another telltale sign. I would say he was in his sixties, but tried to look younger.

"Well you have met some of our group; if you come again you will meet some of the others Harold. Have a seat while we continue what we were discussing.

I was surprised it wasn't religion they were discussing but the coming Fete and dance which was going to be held soon. I sat back and just watched, studying them all as they spoke. It was obvious that Devine and Myra were two dominant females and I'd hate to see them in opposite corners. Simone never got a chance to say anything it was obvious she was dominated by her husband. Claire's mother watched me all the time and kept on waving and smiling at me. I was sure she suffered from mild dementia and amnesia. Why Susan attended I have no idea, for all she did was sit there and say nothing.

Devine though was a mystery, why would a woman her age want me to come here, it was obvious she was much older than me; maybe she wanted a toy boy. Hell she would get a shock if she saw what I had in my trousers, they all would.

After just over an hour Devine and Myra stood up. "Ladies and of course Gentlemen, that is enough for tonight, let us have some supper which Susan and Simone has so gratefully provided us with tonight," Myra said.

As I got stuck into a large plate of sandwiches, for I was staving the heavens opened. First there was the thunder and then the lightning with torrential rain, beating on the room's windows.

"Oh I hope it stops soon, for I have to get mum home for her medication. When we get home in this weather we will be soaked to the skin," Claire said to Devine.

'I'll take you and your mother home," I said to Claire," Is it far?"

"No just to Wilson Street, about four hundred yards away," she answered.

"I'll pull the car as close to the front door as I can so you won't get wet," I said getting my keys out. "Thank you Devine for having me," I said to Devine.

"Harold come to our Thursday meeting please," she said, then unexpectedly she kissed me on the cheek.

"Yes please do, we need younger people," Myra said also kissing me on the cheek. Hell I even liked the way both of these women were acting.

"I will try, especially when two lovely women put it that way," I replied, knowing then and there that I had said the right thing, for they both had that pleased smile on their faces.

It was only a short journey to Claire's house and while she went and opened the front door, her mother and I stayed in the car. We sat there rather than all three of us getting soaked while waiting for the door to be unlocked.

"Tommy, I have missed you, I want you like it used to be, where have you been?" The old woman asked. I had no idea what she was inferring or who the hell was Tommy.

At a signal from Claire I helped the old woman to the front door and was about to return to my car when Claire called, "Come in and have a coffee with us, unless you are in a hurry."

I had too much spare time on my hands, so I followed them in. "Thank you I will," I said shivering with the sudden damp cold wind.

"I'll light the fire in the lounge, go in there we will be in shortly," Claire said entering a closed door off the hall, I just tagged behind. This was a lived in room not all tidy without book or magazine in sight. A desk was strewn with papers, with books on the floor around it. Near the fire were a couple of magazines on a small occasional table, one opened and folded back. Obviously it was in this room where they spent most of their time when at home.

Shortly after Claire left the room her mother came in and sat on the carpet in front of me with both hands-on my knees. "Tommy why are you ignoring me, wasn't I good to you, I thought you liked me," she said so seriously. We heard Claire coming and she got up and sat on the chair. It was then that I realised she wasn't suffering severe amnesia or dementia.

"Has mum been keeping you company," Claire said as she placed a tray with three mugs, the receptacle from a drip coffee machine, a jug of cream and sugar. "Help yourself, make yourself at home," she said smiling?

After half-hour I went to leave, the rain hadn't let up, but when I got outside I noticed I had a flat. "Hell!" I shouted at no-one in particular.

"What's the trouble?" Claire shouted from the doorway.

I dashed back and entered the doorway, soaked in that short time," I have a puncture," I told her.

"You can't fix it in this weather, stay the night you can have Tommy's old room."

"I can't impose myself on to you like this."

"Is there any reason you can't stay the night?"

"No none, but my mother will worry if I don't come home," I said. In these little towns there is no nightclubs and night-life is non-existent. The only way I wouldn't return home at night was if I were injured and landed up in the cottage hospital.

"What is your home number?" Claire asked picking up her mobile phone.

I told her and she dialled the number and handed me the cell phone. My grandmother answered, she lives with my mother and I. "Gran, I have to spend the night in Little Torres, I have a puncture, I'm staying at the house of the schoolteacher," I told her after she asked where I was staying. "I'll see you in the morning," I said switching it off and handing the cell phone back to Claire.

"You are asking me to stay, you know nothing about me." I said as we walked back into the lounge to the delight of her mother. "Harold is staying the night mum, he can sleep in Tommy's room."

"I may have not known you that long Harold, but I have your car number and make, your home telephone number, also a photo of you in my camera. Now that isn't all you told your own grandmother where you're spending the night and the group knows you brought us home. Now you may not know much about us but I now have information on you.

"I don't care Claire, I have nothing to hide and I have no design of any action that would bring shame to any of us."

"I knew I could trust you, mum does too," she said smiling.

"Come, I will show you your room. I have to get up early so I have to get to bed," she said taking my hand and leading me up her stairs and into a small bedroom. "Tommy's room he never spent that much time sleeping here in the years before his death," she said.

"How did he die?"

"Idiot walked into the path of a large lorry, from behind a van, he never had a chance," she said speaking with an angrily tone. "I'll give you a call in the morning, so you can fix your wheel before returning home," she added in a softer tone.

I have always slept in the nude and there was no reason to change here. I listened to the noises of a strange house, hearing the pair of them entering their bedrooms and the doors closing. The quietness made sleep come easy, but I was suddenly brought wide awake by someone climbing on the bed and pulling back the bedclothes.

There facing me kneeling across my hips was Claire's mother. "Tommy, I have waited a long-time for you to come back. You used to love me doing this, why didn't you ask me to come to your room?"

I couldn't believe it, a naked woman in front of me and sitting only inches from my cock. Claire's mother had both her hands around the shaft of my cock, it had a ten inch circumference and was twelve inch-long. I knew these dimensions for I had measured it. I was normal up to the age of fourteen then in the following four years it grew and grew finally stopped growing when I was eighteen. Just at the age when I should have been dipping my cock in pussy. Once the young women saw my monster they ran or never turned up for the next date. That was what happened tonight. On Sunday the young woman I was with was all eager until she took my monster out of my trousers. I half expected her not to turn up.

Holding it didn't worry Claire's mother. I had never seen a woman nude. She was like Claire, plump but not fat, she had wide, very wide hips and little pubic hair, what was there was grey and sparse. Two melon sized breasts and a slight spare tire on her waist. Oh I'd seen pussy before on my mother and grandmother, when accidentally while drinking our nightcap of cocoa in their nightdresses had opened their legs giving me a flash of pussy. This didn't happen often, maybe two or three times but it was imprinted on my mind. But here was a naked woman showing me everything.

I could see her clearly in the faint night-light. She stood up with knees bent and inserted my cock between her legs. I was feeling her heat against the large circumcised head of my cock, but only for a second and then I felt her head slowly encasing my cock. So this was what it felt to be inside a woman, I felt a feeling I have never felt before, oh what have I been missing all those years, I just loved it.

"Tommy, you have got a lot bigger since you went away," she said as she slid down my shaft. I was almost in a panic thinking she was going to end this heavenly feeling, but no, she kept lowering her body, lower and lower until she was sitting on my hips.

"Oh Tommy, you done this to please your mum, tell mum you got big like this just for her. You knew I always wanted a pig cock and you went and got one. I bet Claire will love this one too," she said as she started moving her body up and down.

Claire as well, was her brother shafting her as well, what had I stumbled on, I thought. The feeling I was getting left no room for lingering on other problems. For the feelings were taking all my brainpower, this old woman was giving me the pleasure, I had been denied by all those frightened young women of my own age.

Now I was giving small up and down movements of my hips in time with mum, for that seems to be what Tommy called her, so I would call her that as well. I watched how she was showing pleasure as she was impaled on my cock which must be up as far as her stomach, deep within her. I could feel ripples move up and down my cock shaft. I was holding her by her hips now, loving the feel of her flesh in my hands.

This was something I wanted to happen again and again, now I had experienced this feeling I wanted it to continue. Then I felt my climax rising almost from my inner being and then spurting deep within her body. She looked down at me and held on to my wrists. "You still love your mum Tommy, I know you do, getting this lovely cock just for her," she said falling forward and kissing me on the lips. I returned her kiss, and then she lifted herself off my slightly rigid cock and padded out of the room.

What a wonderful feeling that was, and to think that it was an elderly woman who had broken my virginity. My heart returned to normal and I dropped off again into sleep, a sleep of contentment.

"Harold, move over and let me in," was what next woke me, the room was bright, but then the sun rises early. It was Claire who was getting in beside me and she too was naked, but her skin was a lot fresher than her mothers, also her breasts were firmer looking. "I know you and my mother had got together and I knew she would have told you that Tommy and I had been lovers for years. In fact Tommy was the only man I've ever had and loved, then he had to go and get himself killed."

"Was Tommy older than you Claire?"

"No he was five years younger, we had our first sex when he was twelve," she said as her hand went down to grab my cock. When she reached it she froze and threw back the bedclothes. "Harold, you are huge, a freak. Nobody has a penis as big as yours," she cried with wide open eyes.

"Your mother never objected, in fact she loved it," I returned, holding my cock in my hand and lifting it in her direction.

"She took it all?"

"Yes she was sitting on my hips with me fully buried within her."

"Well if she can take it so can I, but be gentle. I can't believe a woman, can take such a weapon." Then she lay on her back and pulled me over her. I thought that women needed to be worked on before they could get worked up but first her mother and now Claire didn't worry about that.

I guided my large crown to her puffy labial lips, opening them up and then guiding my cock to the puckered dent. Gently pushed, slipping my hands under her hips I just leant forward, sinking into my second woman within six hours.

"Oh God you are stretching me wide," she cried out but she was reaching up for my waist as I slipped deeper and deeper, into a far tighter pussy than her mothers. Claire lifted her legs and wrapped her legs around my hips, moving them higher and higher, digging her heels into my bottom as we touch at the pubic arch, our pubic hairs touching. I let go of her soft bottom for I didn't need to hold her up she was locked into me. I lent forward and her arms went around my neck and our mouths met, she grinding her mouth into mine and her hips in a rapid movement.

"Oh Harold, it feels wonderful, no wonder mum loved this, I feel as if you are all the way up to my throat. Never have I felt so satisfied just to have the cock inside me."

Even though this was the first time I was dominant, I knew exactly what to do and I started a slow in and out movement, making her squirm under me and letting out squeals of delight. I was feeling far more ripples that with her mother as she reached a climax, then she let out a loud screech just as I spurted my load into her. Then we just lay there.

"Claire, I took no precautions, you know that," I said.

"Harold, this isn't a danger time for me. Tommy and I never took precautions and I never felt pregnant then and I doubt it will happen now, so don't worry, just give me more of this," she said in my ear.

A short time after we both rose and showered together, another first for me, for I had never showered with a woman before this. I never realised how much fun it was and it took us all of 20 minutes to perform a task I usually perform in three minutes. Using some unused razors left by Tommy I managed to shave as well, I was taking over from him.