Week Ten

FRIDAY AND THE WEEKEND: A BOWLING SPECTACULAR

Hi, I'm Camilla Trenton the commentating partner of Justin Robertson and Robert Swan. In similar fashion to the way he has given Maria permission to write of the experiences in the recovery of herself and her 'Daddy John', John Thompson, he has asked me to write about the extraordinary weekend of bowling we have just witnessed.

Before I do though I should mention what Justin told Robert and I when we shared dinner with him and those two wonderful girls. His girlfriend Vikki and the remarkable Lucy James. He told us of the positive attitude both Maria and John have adopted, told us how there are so many people willing to help with massaging the creams and lotion into their slowly recovering bodies and to help with their full body wash. He also told us about the rewards deal, about how something sexual is done to them as a reward if they are especially good. He also mentioned that over the last two days, yesterday (Thursday) and today there had been so many people in and out of their room every minute of the day willing to help out that he was able to sit back and relax and just chat to them.

He also told us of how they were expected to be out of bed and learning to walk all over again at the end of the month and that when they were and began making progress the rewards would be even better. He even asked us if we would be willing to donate our time and services, of the sexual kind, to the cause. And really after everything that Justin has done and continues to for so many people how could we refuse.

Besides which I wasn't likely to knock back a chance of sex with a man like John Thompson. And I know for a fact that Robert would like nothing more than rewarding a loveable slut like Maria. Now onto the bowling.

FRIDAY MAY-6

Friday night was Justin's night for bowling. His 'Tigers' team were playing the sixth place 'Bulldogs' who I'd heard quietly fancied their chances against Justin's team. The second game was the bottom placed 'Cats' against the eighteenth placed 'Kookaburras' while the third and final game pitted the 'Warriors' against the 'Demons'.

First though, after receiving a five minute standing ovation from a very emotional audience Justin's girlfriend Vikki and Lucy James brought the house down when they performed a duet of Lucy's song 'Spirit' as a tribute to Maria and Vikki's father. Another five minute standing ovation had both of them in tears before they were finally able to sing the national anthem.

As for the bowling any preconceived notions that this was going to be an ordinary night were quickly put to rest by the 'Bulldogs' Evan Collis who clearly had a point to prove. After two scores of 298, another of 287 and two series in excess of 750 he finally broke through for a well deserved 300. Add that to a 276 from Alice Busby and you would have found it hard to believe that a team could lose the game, but lose they did. By forty-seven pins.

Justin's 'Tigers' with, I suspect, the motivation of doing it for Justin's sister and Vikki's father bowled a scratch game of 1031 on the back of William McKinnon's 279, Sandy Morgan's season high 257, Justin's 248 and Sarah Pendleberry's low, if you can call it low, 247.

There was nothing outstanding in the other two games. Not that that mattered to the audience, apart from the nudity and the constant undressing and dressing, the 'Tigers' and the 'Bulldogs' were providing more than enough bowling highlights.

In the second game the 'Bulldogs' managed another excellent performance with a scratch 974 on the back of a pair 257s by Eamon McMillan and Alice Busby to follow her first game 276 but they still lost by 21 pins.

A 258 by Sarah and a 256 by Sandy was enough, with good contributions from Justin and William, to do the damage in what was fast becoming one of the highest scoring scratch matches of the season.

With, again, no exceptional bowling coming from the other two games it was up to the 'Tigers'-'Bulldogs' clash to continue to supply the highlights and the match certainly didn't let anyone down.

Having lost the first two games on handicap by a total of 68 pins and with giving away 5 pins on handicap it meant that the 'Bulldogs' needed to win by 74 pins to win not only the game but also the overall. And they certainly gave it a shake. With matching 268s from Eamon and Alice following their matching 257s, a 259 from Evan and a good 215 from his wife Eva they managed 1010 scratch.

It would have been enough too. Sarah's 238, William's comparatively poor 209 and Justin's disappointing 225 wouldn't have done the job. However this just happened to be the time Sandy Morgan chose to stand up and be counted. She finally produced the game she had been threatening to come up with. After a nine spare opening frame Sandy rolled eleven straight strikes for a 290 game to equal Rowena Parkinson's round three game and to set a new season scratch series record of 803.

The match also produced another record. Both teams beat the previous season high team series scratch. And as if that wasn't enough there was another first. Justin, after several necessary participations in the end of season sexual entertainment as a commentator, found himself taken to that position as a bowler thanks to Eamon McMillan's 751 series. With minus five Justin had a date with another bowler.

From the same match Eva Collis finished at minus seven thanks to Sarah and had a date with a member of the audience.

Other bowlers destined to take part in the post bowling entertainment were Heather Webb — Justin's partner — and the Latin sexpot Veronique Ramirez who was going to light up my fellow commentator, and now boyfriend, Robert's (Miles) night.

Before the sex though I walked up to Justin's team. Justin and William McKinnon were both naked while Sandy Morgan and Sarah Pendleberry were both fully dressed. For Sarah this wasn't unusual as she had only finished nude once in eight, now nine, weeks and had yet to take part in the sexual entertainment but for Sandy this was only the second time she had been dressed.

"Well Sandy," said Robert smiling, "how does THAT feel? A new scratch series record and you equalled the season high for the individual game."

"I feel like a part of the team now. Before this my best was a 680 series and a 248 game."

"And the best thing," said Justin as he stood between Sarah and Sandy, "is that both Sandy and Sarah bowled their best series for the season just when we needed it." He called over the 'Bulldogs' team who had been standing back. "And lets not forget these guys Robert, Camilla. They turned it into one hell of a match."

At that point the audience burst into a spontaneous round of applause.

"And let me tell you that I..." He turned to his team members. " ... That we don't have any doubts that the 'Bulldogs' will have a say in who wins this thing."

After Justin and his team had received thanks from the 'Bulldogs' I turned to Justin. "Well, being involved in the post session entertainment is nothing new to you but being taken there by another bowler is. How does that feel?"

"It feels like wake up call Camilla. For four weeks in a row I bowled series in excess of 750 but I think complacency set in. While Tony and Stephanie from the 'Lions', Peter Rorke from the 'Kangaroos', Christine and Adam from the 'Power' and Robert here from the 'Eagles' and several other bowlers have all stepped up I've gone back." He turned to his team and smiled. "I'm just glad they were able to carry me tonight."

"Thanks for that, Justin." I indicated to where Heather Webb was standing patiently waiting. "Now I don't think you should keep Heather waiting do you?"

He laughed as we watched Heather run a finger through the slit of her pussy and lick her juices off it. "No, she does seem rather keen doesn't she?"

Now there may have been only three couples having sex but what they lacked in numbers they more than made up for in enthusiasm. Eva Collis found herself in the missionary position being enthusiastically fucked by a young 15-year-old high school student while Veronique Ramirez energetically rode a very happy Robert Miles.

That just left Heather Webb, and she simply lay her cuddly frame on a bean bag, lifted her legs in the air until she could rest them on Justin's shoulders and allowed him to pound his cock in and out of her pussy as she screamed out her pleasure through three orgasms before Justin dumped his load into a condom.

The results? The 'Tigers' won a truly remarkable game 16-8, The 'Cats' won 15-9 and the 'Demon' 17-7.

SATURDAY MAY-7

With neither Justin or Robert bowling I told Justin to go to the hospital and Robert kept me company in the commentary box for another incredible session of bowling.

The four games in the afternoon involved the eighth placed 'Hawks' against the ninth placed 'Kings', the fifteenth placed 'Panthers' versus the third placed, and very talented, 'Power' team, the fourth placed 'Jaguars' and the twelfth placed 'Ravens' and finally the twenty fourth placed 'Crows' against the twenty first placed 'Eels'.

At the end of the session nineteen bowlers out of thirty two finished nude. And of those bowlers five, three male and two females, finished at minus seven or worse and were destined for dates with five very excited members of the audience.

Finishing at minus five or minus six were five more bowlers, three female and two males. With four of them partnering up that meant that Robert was needed for the second session in a row. Somehow he didn't seem to mind getting together with the slim brown haired Brenda Wall from the 'Panthers' team.

As for the bowling the spectacular performances produced by Justin's 'Tigers' and Evan Collis's 'Bulldogs' remained basically unmatched except for an amazing performance by the 'Kings' Wilma Patterson, one very special game by Christine Smith of the 'Power' and a marvellous game by Angela Charlton of the 'Ravens'.

Wilma smashed Sandy Morgan's new high series from the previous night with three games of 288, 262 and 289 for a series high of 839 while Angela Charlton from the 'Ravens' became the third female to bowl a 290 game.

However those two performances paled slightly when Christine Smith became the first female bowler in the league to bowl a 300 game.

The results? The 'Kings' leapfrogged the Hawks with a 14.5 to 9.5 win while the 'Power' continued their brilliant form with a 21 to 3 win. In the other two games the 'Jaguars' surprisingly lost to the 'Ravens' 7.5 to 16.5 while the 'Eels' did themselves a power of good with a 20 to 4 win against the 'Crows'.

Justin joined me in the commentary box for the night session. And while we weren't treated to the spectacular exploits of the previous sessions there were some good performances. The most notable of these was Andy Roth's 793 for the 'Magpies' against the 'Condors'. While fellow commentator Robert Miles and his teammate Patrick Kennedy produced 766 and 775 respectively for their 'Eagle' team against the 'Queens' as they flexed their muscles for the second week in a row while attempting to lift themselves from their lowly position.

In the final game of the night the 'Indians' and the 'Dragons' played out a dull twelve all draw that pretty much showed why they were in the bottom third of the table.

Even the usual entertainment was light on. While there were plenty of nude bowlers, thirteen, only two were taken past the point of no return. Patsy Davidson of the 'Queens' team who had a date with a member of the audience and Eddie Cahill of the 'Magpies' who had a date with me. Both of them were going to enjoy public sex for the first time.

Being paired off with Eddie Cahill proved to be a blessing. It might have been his first time in public but he was no shrinking violet. He had 8-thick-inches and he certainly knew how to use every single one of them. Not that he stuck it straight up me and began fucking straight away. Oh no this was Saturday night so he could take more time, and more time meant fingers and tongue and lips. The fingers of his left hand found my G-spot, the thumb found my clit and tongue and lips touched and licked and sucked what his fingers and thumbs didn't get to. And then of course there was his right hand which found my tits and their erect nipples.

All of that action produced climax number one. And then he slipped on a condom and fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me! And that produced climaxes two, three, four and five until finally he filled the condom, thanked me with a passionate kiss, dressed and joined his wife who had been in the audience.

"Well you look as though you enjoyed that," said a still nude Justin Robertson as he waited with a grinning Robert Miles.

"Oh yes. That man certainly knows his way around the female body." I smiled. "His wife is a very lucky woman." I took Justin's hand in mine and started out towards the OB van where we changed. Turning to Robert who had allowed a female member of the audience to put his pants and shirt back on for him I added, "I'll see you in a few minutes."

As we walked out of the bowl both still naked I asked, "Can we drop you anywhere?"

"No, thank you Camilla. I like to walk after a nights commentary or bowling, the quiet time helps me to think."

"Nothing negative I hope," I responded thinking about his poor sister and Vikki's wonderful father.

"Oh no," he said with a smile, "Maria would kill me. I'm simply going to use the time to work out how best to help them through this."

"Well good for you," I said as we walked into the van and over to the waiting Lucille Preston and the matronly middle-aged Ruby.

SUNDAY MAY-8

"Well," I said into camera one just as soon as the last ball had been bowled, "any doubt as to who is the testing material in this league has been well and truly answered this afternoon. What say you Justin? From the perspective of one of the opposition who is going to feature very strongly in the end-of-season stepladder finals of course."

Justin, who had quickly become the ultra professional shared his glances between me and the camera as he carefully answered my question. "I think we always knew that it was going to be the case Camilla. When you have the number one ranked team with the best male and the best female bowler in the world and some excellent back-up in Simon Pritchett and Donna Hawkins you have the team to beat.

"We are a third of the way through the regular season and we know that the Lions are going to consistently produce winning performances. That means it's up to the rest of us to match them. Something I haven't been able to do lately." Turning to the camera he added, "Join us after this short break when we interview some of the stars of this afternoons bowling and the bowlers who are going to provide us with the post bowling entertainment."

Justin and I had six bowlers lined up. Stephanie King and Tony Casey from the Lions, Robert Prosser from their opponents and Sharna Lee, Rowena Parkinson and Andrew Hill from the Swans who were back in the winners list after losing their third match last week.

I threw to Justin and he turned straight to Stephanie. "Well Steph', that was quite a birthday present you gave yourself. Happy birthday for last Wednesday by the way."

"Thank you," she replied with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"An 833 series is fantastic but I guess you would have liked to convert one of those two-seventy games to the perfect game?"

"No denying that," she said with a grin. She nudged Tony in the ribs. "Especially as this guy has one now. And even more so after Christine's great game yesterday afternoon."

"And talking about your afternoon Tony," I said turning to the other half of the world championship duo, "could you bowl any better than that 868 series of yours?"

He smiled. "Only if that nine-spare in the first game and that eight-spare in the second had been strikes. Seriously though, I doubt it. To bowl that sort of series you have to roll thirty four strikes out of thirty six balls, and unless you have lane conditions like these," and he indicated in the direction of the four pairs of lanes, nineteen through twenty-six, that were used for the league, "it just isn't going to happen."

"Well I reckon you have every team running scared."

"Oh I don't know. I can think of three or four teams that are definitely going to give us a run for our money," he grinned, "or should I say 'Fosters and United Breweries' money." He looked at Justin before he glanced behind me to where I knew Robert Swan was patiently waiting off camera. "Your fellow commentators bowl with two of those teams."

We talked some more with Stephanie and Tony and then Robert Prosser who despite bowling 257, 268 and a 279 for an outstanding 804 series still finished at nude and minus two thanks to Tony Casey's heroics before we turned to the last two bowlers.

Sharna Lee's 796 series, Rowena Parkinson's 763 including a second 290 and Andrew Hill's 798 had been responsible their Swans teams 21 to 3 three hundred and fifty pin demolition of the Strikers.

A five minute chat with them and it was time for the part of the afternoon everyone was waiting for. As it turned out the guys in the audience had a good reason for looking forward to it.

There were six bowlers who were naked enough to require them to participate on the post bowling sex. Of those six four were female and all were at minus seven or worse. The first two were Cheryl Pearson and Nicole Prosser from the Bombers team who had Donna Hawkins and Stephanie King respectively to thank for their condition. The other two were Eva McAllister and Petula Waugh of the Strikers who found themselves a part of the show courtesy of Sharna Lee and Rowena Parkinson of the Swans.

That left just two guys. Cheryl Pearson's husband Paul from the Bombers and Chris Parks from the Strikers. Paul was at minus five and Chris minus six. I saw Justin walk over with a grin on his face. He pointed to their penises, both of which were erect and grinned. "Looks like you have the job in front of you."

I took in the average sized but nice looking cocks and grinned at Justin before smiling into the camera. "Seems perfect for a nice girl like me especially as I haven't been D.P'd for a while."

I walked up to the two of them. "Okay who wants the blowjob and who wants to fuck me doggy style?"

"I'll take the blowjob," grinned Chris.

"In that case then Paul you'd better get a condom. When he did I unwrapped it, held it firmly between my lips pushed it over the head of his cock and slowly rolled it down the shaft until his cock was deep in my throat and fully encased in the latex.

Satisfied that he was ready I got onto my hands and knees took the cock of the waiting Chris Parks and deep throated what felt like 6-inches. Then as I moved my mouth on and off his erection, masturbating him as I did so while gently massaging his balls, I felt Paul Pearson's slightly bigger cock push past my vaginal entrance and slide into the sheath of my cunt and begin to fuck me.

I was in heaven now. Two cocks at once in front of several bowlers and an audience of two hundred less the four guys who were busy fucking their female bowlers was just what I wanted. I took all of Chris in one long swallow, released him and then did it again while Paul continued to pound his cock in and out of my pussy until I orgasmed just before he filled the condom. That allowed me to concentrate on Chris who was starting to take control of the blowjob by gently fucking my face until I felt that he was ready to come. When he was ready I pulled back until the very tip of his cock was around an inch from my mouth, held it steady at the base and pumped the shaft between my thumb and index finger until four good spurts of cum jetted into my mouth as the camera filmed every piece of the action.

I swallowed, grinned, thanked the guys and grabbed Justin's hand to head outside to the van to freshen up and dress. Once again he refused my offer of a lift saying once more that he enjoyed walking and that the exercise was good for him.

It's me again ... Justin. Now I'd tell you what happened Thursday, Friday, yesterday today but Camilla has pretty much told you all about it so I'll just tell that I'm planning to meet mum and dad, Vikki and her mother and Lucy at the hospital where they were going to keep Maria and John company while they watched the Foxtel telecast of this afternoon's bowling.

As I walked into the room I saw that everyone was fully dressed and ready to go. We chatted for a while before mum told me that Vikki was staying with me, that Maria and John had been bathed and that they were leaving us with the pleasurable task of giving them their rewards. She also said that if we wanted a lift we should simply phone to which we both replied that we would like to walk, like old times. If you can call a couple of months ago old times, which, considering how much has changed, I suppose you could.

As soon as mum, dad, Julie and Lucy left I walked to Maria while Vikki moved over to her father. "So you've been a good girl have you?"

She nodded her head and grinned. "And now I want to be a bad good girl. But first you've gotta get naked. Look." And she pointed over to John's bed where Vikki had wasted no time in getting naked and was already deep-throating her father's prick while remaining close enough that he didn't need to stretch to reach her pussy.

I didn't need any more invitation than that. A matter of twenty seconds later I was standing next to Maria's bed naked. I was close enough that she could turn her head to the side and take my cock in her mouth while I used my hand on her pussy. Of course remembering what the doctors had told us I carefully avoided her G-spot and her clitoris which had the desired effect of bringing her to orgasm without the explosive results normally associated with tending to those two areas.

I ran my fingers around the puffy flesh of her outer labia while occasionally sliding two fingers in her pussy to the second knuckle and while Maria wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and gently masturbated the shaft.

I chose that moment to look across to see how things were going with Vikki and her father and saw that Vikki was now on his bed and crouched astride his hips with his cock tucked nicely into her pussy. She was moving her hips slowly and easily while leaning forward so that her father could reach out to play with her breasts without straining himself.

Things carried on pretty much like that for another half an hour until the delightful and deliciously sexy blonde nurse, Harmony Westonbrook, walked in while Vikki was still slowly fucking her father's cock and Maria was doing her level best to bring me to another orgasm as she floated gently through another quiet climax.

"I'm sorry," said the nurse as she found it difficult to take her eyes off where Maria was sucking my cock, "I'm very much afraid I'm going to have to interrupt you for a little while." She smiled. "I'm afraid we have some legitimate nursing to do and they have to have their dinner. You can come back after though."

"Oh you don't have to bro'," said Maria as Vikki and I stepped away and dressed while Nurse Harmony attended to her patients, "Sean and Cindy are coming in and so are Paullina and Sandra (Bettino) with her parents Joseph and Janice. And our sexy sex-ed teacher Wendy Maguire is coming in and bringing John Marsh and Adam Hunter with her, so 'Daddy John' and I won't be exactly lacking for company," she giggled, "especially when we earn rewards. Now off you go and 'Daddy John' and I will see you tomorrow with mum and dad, 'Momma Julie' and Lucy.

"Oh," she added after a moment's thought, "I forgot to ask. Has anyone been keeping Maddy and Ross up to date with what's been happening.?"

"Of course," replied Vikki. "Your mother has been phoning her and Ross regularly."

"Oh that's good. And those two had better be enjoying themselves." Then she pretended to get serious with me. "And you'd better bowl better next week. No more slacking off and letting Sandy and Sarah carry you. GOT IT!"

I laughed. "Got it sis'."

Vikki and I said our goodbyes with careful hugs and kisses and headed to the park for our walk home.

It was closing in on eight o'clock, it was dark and it was starting to get a little cold when I sensed rather than felt someone behind us. I was beginning to hurry us up as we began to pass a bank of trees when suddenly Vikki was snatched away from me and a knife held to her throat by a man who looked to be in his late thirties to early forties while another man moved side on to her and held the knife to the jumper she was wearing.

I didn't get a chance to go to her aid as I found myself confronted by three men who dragged me to a space behind the trees where were joined by Vikki and the two guys who were holding her and continuing to threaten her with their knives.

Strong as I was and fit as I was, I was helpless with one of the two guys holding me pressing a knife to my throat. "Go on," said the one with the knife, "give me an excuse, just give a reason to slice your throat."

We watched as the one holding the knife to Vikki's jumper slit it from hem to neck and pulled it from her arms exposing her bare breasts, then we watched as he did the same to her skirt leaving her naked bar for the trainers she was wearing.

After disposing of the remnants of her clothes he pushed his knife between the lips of her bare pussy. "I wouldn't move if I was you darling, otherwise what happened your father and that little slut who was with him will seem like nothing."

"You did that? YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! WHY? WH-WHAT D-DO YOU W-WANT? WHY ARE Y-YOU D-DOING THIS?" screamed Vikki.

"Why?" said the fifth man who had been standing back until he was sure we were subdued. "I'll tell you why. But first I'll tell you my name. I'm Joey Woodford." He turned to Vikki first, stared straight at her breasts and then lifted his eyes until he was staring into hers. "Do you remember the name?" After she shook her head no and after he ran his grubby hands over her breasts he came back to me. What about you, does the Woodford name mean anything to you?"

I shook my head no.

He stepped back far enough so that we could both see him and he could watch both of us at the same time. "So if I mentioned the names Robbie Woodford, Ian Taylor and Karl Hemper you would have no idea what I was talking about."

Oh I did now. I hadn't associated the accident involving those three thugs who were friends of Mason with the name Joey Woodford but I did now. "So what you're saying is that you are blaming us for Ian Taylor driving that car into the telegraph pole during that police chase?"

"I'm the father of Robbie Woodford. The man who cut your girlfriends clothes off and now has his knife pointed to her cunt is Jorgen Hemper the father of Karl Hemper and the one holding the knife to her throat is Brian Taylor the father of Ian." Turning to me he added, "and the two holding you are Ken my brother and Robbie's uncle and Mick Taylor Brian's brother and Ian's uncle."

"So what you're saying is that this is revenge for what wasn't our fault."

All reasoning was gone now and any hope of making him understand was gone as he cried out, "That accident destroyed three families, they were on the run because of what happened in the park. Mason disappeared otherwise we would have killed him. That left you two." He turned to me. "If you hadn't helped your cunt get away the police wouldn't have been alerted and that accident would never have happened. The first part of the payback last week when we ran down your fucking sister," he indicated Vikki "and this cunts father was all planned. This is part two.

"Do you think we haven't been watching you since your slut came back to Australia. The five of us have always been around. You just played into our hands when the both of you decided to walk home tonight. And if you think that what happened to that sister of yours--" he turned to Vikki "--and that cunt who calls himself your father was bad enough, that's nothing compared to what we're about to do to you."

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that if I was you," came a very familiar voice from in the trees.

I turned with Vikki and saw the portly figure of Frank Carrizo walk out from behind a bunch of trees with two very strong rough looking men who were obviously very much a part of his underworld organisation.

"Who the fuck are... ? Oh hang on ... Yeah I recognise you now." said a stunned Joey Woodford. "Not that it really matters though. Unless you want my friends to slice this wannabe superslut's cunt and her throat and my other friends to slice this here cunts throat here you'll fuck off. GOT IT!"

"You're an idiot Woodford. Do you have ANY idea what I'm capable of?"

"Alright so you're Frank Carrizo, big deal. You don't exactly have the upper hand here. And besides I would have thought with your connections you would have been more likely to side with us than these two goodie-goodie cunts."

"Oh you do, do you. You think because I lead a gang with criminal connections both here and overseas that I condone what your sons and those other two idiots did to Justin and Vikki just on three months ago. Do you really think that I would sit back and allow what you did to Vikki's father and Justin's poor sister and what you're trying to do to Vikki and Justin here to go unpunished. Surely even someone as stupid as you knows that I allowed my own son to go to prison for violently raping a poor young girl who's only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time."