Week One

FRIDAY MARCH-4

It was another typical hot autumn night in Melbourne. The sheet that had started out covering Vikki and I had long since disappeared enabling me to look down at the exquisite bottom of her perfectly formed naked body as she lay beside me. She was half on her right side and half on her stomach with her right arm stretched above her head and between the two pillows it was resting on.

Looking at the clock on the bedside cabinet in my bedroom I noted the time, 12:02am. In around fifteen hours the girl I'd known for twenty one days would be flying to London for a tour of Britain and Europe. I wouldn't be seeing Vikki, barring five or six days over Easter, for at least six months and maybe even longer if some of the concert venues demanded, as was expected, return engagements.

Being careful with my right arm I moved my left hand and ran its middle finger softly between the cheeks of her bottom. Then I took each cheek in my open hand and gently squeezed each perfectly formed buttock as I reflected on a Friday night full of surprises

The first surprise was Vikki. She wasn't there having already said she would meet me on my arrival with my parents, my sister Mary and her parents John and Julie.

The second was Madeleine Paulson, she had been staying with our family, saying that she would be coming with her boyfriend, Ross McLelland! What had started off as just a friendship had clearly blossomed into considerably more. Though they both made it abundantly clear that their relationship would be as sexually adventurous as Vikki and I and just about every other couple we knew.

The third even bigger surprise was the audience. The bowl had been closed for renovations with the bowl down the road in Cranbourne being made available for any practice at no charge to qualified bowlers thanks to Carlton and United picking up the tab. Now we knew why.

We were told there were enough seats for two hundred people and that all four sessions for the first five weeks had been sold out, even at the price of $25 a seat. The minimum age for the purchase of a ticket, given the rules of the 'Charter' and the nature of the entertainment more than the nudity, was thirteen.

Then came the major surprise. TV cameras! Due to some unexpected but very welcome publicity, rights to televise the competition had been sold to the Australian arm of Fox Sports due to the involvement of our major sponsor Carlton and United Breweries. We were also told that channel nine, one of Australia's three major commercial television networks had bought a package of highlights to be shown at ten thirty on a Sunday night for the duration of the league.

It was then that a tall sexy redheaded vision dressed in a white jacket, mid-thigh length skirt and very little else approached the portable dais that had been placed in front of lanes 21 and 22. Camilla Trenton, a well known sports presenter for the Foxtel sports channel, announced changes to the League's format, and the season's cash awards that all twenty eight teams had agreed to earlier in the afternoon. She announced that:

"The league will still run over thirty six rounds, but the changes will be as follows. Each team will play every other team once, that's twenty-seven rounds. At the end of the twenty seventh round the top ten teams will compete in a stepladder final. For the uninitiated this means that the team that finishes tenth will play the team finishing ninth and the winner of that match will play the team finishing eight and so on and so forth.

"Now the first four of those nine matches will take place on the Friday night, Saturday afternoon, Saturday night and Sunday afternoon of week twenty-eight. The next four matches will takes place on the same days and times the following week, week twenty-nine with the last surviving team playing the team that finished the regular season on top in our grand final game on the Saturday night of week thirty, the first of October." Camilla smiled. "So you can see that it is to the benefit of teams to finish as high up in the top ten as possible.

"Now to the changes in the cash awards. There will no longer be weekly team or individual awards, the cash previously set aside for those prizes will be put to substantially increased end of season awards. However thanks to our sponsors there will be score-based team and individual awards available on a day to day basis to any bowler as you can see if you read the sheet that was placed on your seat at the start of the evening." She turned to face the camera. "For the viewers at home these figures should be coming on your television screen now."

For you readers those figures were as follows:

FINISHING PLACE AWARDS TO BE AS FOLLOWS:

1^st $50,000 2^nd $40,000 3^rd $32,000

4^th $25,000 5^th $18,000 6^th $13,000

7^th $11,000 8^th $9,000

9^th $7,000 10^th $5,000

FOR A TOTAL OF $210,000

There had been a general gasp from the audience. I guessed it was when they read the two figures of half-a-million and a million dollars. But that was just money on a sheet of paper. To win the million a team had to bowl 144 strikes out of 144 balls under TV lights and with the distraction of naked and semi-naked bodies in front of a crowd of two hundred people. To win the half-million all a bowler had to do was bowl 36 strikes in a row. Not much to ask really!

Even the ten thousand for two perfect games would be a dream for most bowlers. And even the best rarely managed two in a year, and they were offering that for two in a series of three games. That was pretty skinny odds.

No, most of the bonus money winnings was likely to come from the two and five hundred dollar awards with the occasional one thousand winner.

But Camilla wasn't finished. This time she had some good news for the bowlers. "Because of Foxtel's broadcast of this event, because of the Foster Brewing Groups major sponsorship, because several lesser sponsors have stepped on board, and lastly because Channel Nine brought that highlights package it has been decided that participating bowlers do not have to pay their own bowling fees for the duration of the league."

Once the audience had settled down, Camilla gave them a detailed description of our 'uniform' requirements and what was likely to happen during the evening, even down to the possible live sex shows between games, notably between bowlers who finished at minus five or minus six. Special arrangements, Camilla explained, would have to be made for odd numbers where minus five and minus six bowlers were concerned. She also gave details for potential audience participation both in facilitating the removal of the bowler's clothes and, if you were a very lucky ticket holder, the prospect of sex with a bowler who had a figure of minus seven or more. It was at that point she reminded the male bowlers and the male members of our audience that condoms were necessary if you were fortunate enough to earn the right to a sexual encounter.

She also explained that to make it fairer on the bowlers with lower averages and less experience a handicap system was being used, and that it was 80% of 300. She further explained that to get the handicap you subtracted the average of the bowler from the figure 300 divided the result by 10 and multiplied by 8 to arrive at that figure.

And that was when she chose to mention that the audience had a special treat for the singing of the national anthem and promptly introduced 'Multitude of Sins' to sing 'Advance Australia Fair' with Vikki in the lead backed by Brian Hacker and Carol Baker.

My answer as to where Vikki was had been answered. She had worn the black leather bolero jacket and matching black leather pants uniform of the band, and even with the button done up out of courtesy to the singing of the anthem her breasts had still all but popped out of the top.

Her rendition of 'Advance Australia Fair' had proved, if proof had ever been needed, that my Vikki belonged with the group and deserved to be touring with them. The standing ovation lasted for almost a full minute.

And then it had been time for the bowling, and that had been when we found out all the teams had been given names by the sponsors, just for a touch of realism we had been told because the bowlers had been quite happy to be known as team-1 ... etc.

My team, team-two, had been given the name 'Tigers' while twenty-seven who we were playing had been handed the moniker 'Mariners'. The other two games involved teams eight and twenty-one, the 'Condors' and the 'Devils', and teams fourteen and fifteen, the 'Ravens' and the 'Power'!

I had moved onto lanes nineteen and twenty with Sarah Pendleberry, Sandy Morgan and William McKinnon when I received what I very much hoped would be the final shock for the evening. Bowling for the 'Mariners' were Allan Morris and Anna Wilson. The shock must have registered on my face because they had laughed before they introduced me to their teammates, a father and daughter combination, Peter and Kim Jones who had averages of 209 and 196 respectively during their qualifying series.

Then once we had the introductions out of the way it had been time for some serious bowling and, if things didn't go so well under the hot TV lights that few of us if any were used to, maybe some serious sex as well!

At the end of that first session plenty of bowlers finished nude pleasing the two hundred strong audience. Of the females, five, including Sandy Morgan from my team, the 'Tigers', finished naked with Anna Wilson rather precariously placed at minus four while five male bowlers also finished naked with a guy by the name of Derek Charlton of the 'Ravens' team finishing at the permanent minus figure of eight. This, brought a cheer from the crowd while Anna received some good natured booing when my partner Sarah finished one strike short of forcing her into some kind of public sex. Derek it was then who would be the first bowler to publicly perform on the sexual stage with a reasonably attractive but very enthusiastic young redhead.

Fortunately neither suffered from 'stage fright' and the redhead took great delight in riding Derek's good-sized cock for all she was worth while lapping up the TV coverage and waving to the camera and presumably friends and family.

For our team Sarah Pendleberry's first and third games were fairly average resulting in one win and one loss, but her second was really special. Nine strikes, two nine spares and a nine left her with a 258 which earned her, and the team, for we had decided to pool all prizemoney as I think had most teams, $200. That game was also chiefly responsible for Anna Wilson's precarious naked and minus four position.

Sarah's two hundred made a grand total of twelve hundred dollars earned for the night and left us wondering just who would be the first to earn the higher prizemoney. Those questions would be answered before the weekend was over.

As for how I fared. A good 245 won me the first game against Peter Jones while a fair 234 against his excellent 230 and a poor 207 against his reasonable 199 lost me the other two games and left me at naked and minus two and decidedly hard. I had found out that it was one thing to bowl with a broken arm on that Saturday of the attempted rape of my sister and Sandy Morgan but another thing entirely to bowl with that same broken arm under the powerful television lights in front of a cheering crowd.

After interviewing Anna Wilson and then Derek Charlton, Camilla Trenton, nude at the insistence of her producer, made a beeline toward me.

The interview had been pretty straightforward, mainly about bowling with a few lascivious questions thrown in for good measure, except for one thing. She had insisted on touching my erection, purely in the interests of investigative journalism she informed me and the laughing crowd.

Our result? We beat the 'Mariners' 15-9 while the 'Condors' beat the 'Devils' by the same score and the slightly less favoured 'Power' comprehensively thrashed the 'Ravens' 22-2.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Uh!" The suddenness of Vikki's question brought me back to reality with a bang. "Oh sorry sweetheart I was back at the bowl."

A grin split her face. "Yeah she was something wasn't she?"

"Uh!" I grunted again. My reply was underwhelming. I guess after making love twice, being deep-throated once and taking her round the world on a multi-orgasmic trip my responses were a little less than they should have been.

"Camilla Trenton." She laughed. "She wants to fuck you, you know that don't you. And when you do you'll have relate every disgusting detail during one of our dirty phone calls."

"What do you mean, when?"

"I mean precisely that. If you haven't been in the panties Camilla probably won't be wearing by next Sunday I'll join a convent!"

I just looked at her. "you really think... ?"

"Justin you don't know what I know. One look at you bowling naked with your delicious hard-on is all it took. She wants you bad babe." She turned my way and leant half across my body as she pressed her breasts into my chest before kissing me. "Goodnight." And she turned over and went to sleep before I spooned behind her, slid my limp cock between her thighs and did the same.

SATURDAY MARCH-5

Despite a hectic morning Vikki and I still found time for a run and a game of 'Musical Cocks' before heading to her place.

We walked through the house and arrived in the kitchen just in time to see Vikki's mother bending over and feeding the dishwasher with the plates, mugs and pans from their breakfast. Standing close behind her and rubbing the bulge in his pants against her pantie clad bottom while his hands massaged her breasts through her sheer Babydoll nightie was Vikki's father.

He looked around and then stood up as he saw us standing at the entrance to the kitchen. "Hi baby," he said as he walked over to Vikki, "come home to give your old man a going away present?" he pushed his hands under her skirt and squeezed her naked bottom.

"Oh daddy do you need to ask," she said as she hopped onto the table, lay back and lifted her legs into the air exposing herself completely.

"Apparently not," he responded laughing as he moved a couple of steps forward, dropped his trousers and underwear, and without a moments hesitation sheathed himself to the hilt in her dripping pussy.

I looked from where Vikki and her father were enjoying an enthusiastic fuck on their table to Julie who had finished loading the dishwasher and was standing up and stripping off her Babydoll nightie set. She was grinning lecherously while licking her top lip. "Well Justin what are you waiting for?" And with that she hopped onto the table next to Vikki, pulled her legs up until her knees were either side of her head, held an ankle in each hand and looked up at me. "Fuck me Justin."

I smiled as I stripped off my shorts and singlet and moved forward. "What the lady wants the lady gets."

"HEY!!" said Vikki's mother. "Haven't you forgotten, we're not ladies when we're being fucked. WE'RE SLUTS!!!"

"Okay," I said as I pushed the head of my cock between the puffy lips of her pussy. "If the slut wants her cunt fucked then the slut will get her cunt fucked!" I pushed my home until she couldn't take any more and for the next ten minutes Vikki and her mother urged her father and me I on while matching each orgasm for orgasm before John and I climaxed within seconds of each other.

After a brief discussion of my exploits on the lanes and Vikki's well received performance of our national anthem over coffee after John had placed Vikki's luggage in the boot of his Merc' Vikki turned from her position on my lap. "Make love to me one last time before I leave, Justin." She jumped off and took my left hand in her right. "In my room."

I started to say that she didn't have to, that we didn't have to but she insisted. "Justin, I'm about to go on tour for six months with the band and even though we're going to be together for a few days over Easter, that's three weeks away. And even then I think anything we do together then will be in orgy situations and it'll be like fucking and not making love. Please Justin," she begged as she finally got me out of the armchair, "make love to me one more time before my dad takes me to meet the band."

How could I refuse? Two minutes later Vikki and I were naked and on her bed. I was on the bottom while she was reversed above me in the classic sixty-nine position, though only briefly. After quickly running her tongue around around the head of my cock and wrapping her lips around and after giving me a chance to run my tongue between her pussy lips Vikki made her intention when she hopped off my face, switched herself around, took hold of my cock in her right hand and eased its head between the lips of her pussy before lowering herself down an inch at a time until finally she had taken me deep in the channel of her sex.

"Oh God," said Vikki as she made slow and dreamy love to me while squeezed my cock with the strong muscles of her vagina, "I am going to miss this," and she began to up the tempo just a little.

I couldn't help smiling. "Huh. Four guys in the band, and four girls seeing as you swing both ways, British gentlemen, French lovers, Italian bottom pinchers, German studmeisters and cocks of all shapes and sizes." I thrust up as she lowered herself down. "Why would you miss this!" and I thrust up once more for emphasis.

Vikki lifted herself up, dropped down, leant forward and pressed her breasts into my chest as she kissed me. Then she looked straight into my eyes as she slowly and rhythmically moved on and off my cock continuing to squeeze me with her vaginal muscles as she did so. "Why would I miss this?" She kissed me again. "Because it fills me so wonderfully." She kissed me a third time. "Because it does things to me that no other cock can manage and because it's attached to the only man in the world I will really and truly love. Now shut up and let me make love to you."

And make love to me she did, for the next twenty minutes. A five minute shower followed that and suddenly we were downstairs where her father was waiting to take her to meet the band in Melbourne before they headed to the airport.

When Julie and I walked into my house after a leisurely stroll down their street and through the park there were eight people in our lounge room watching last night's telecast which dad had recorded on the hard-drive of our DVD recorder. His stated intention was to copy all of the sex scenes and any bowling involving my team onto disc with titled chapters.

My part in all that was going to be the creation of a cover for the blank cases. For the design, I wanted a picture of the team, but I didn't want a photo I wanted a coloured drawing, and I knew exactly who was going to supply it. Julie Morris! And she was going to do it for a donation to her Royal Children's Hospital Good Friday Appeal contribution. Our donation was going to be the first major cheque our team earned in the league, it was something we had all unanimously agreed on. There was only one thing, Julie didn't know. Not that we expected her to say no. I would find out her answer on Monday morning.

Watching the TV and all enjoying coffee, tea, orange juice or soft drink were mum in dads lap, my sister Maria in Tony Morgan's, Madeleine Paulson in Ross McLelland's, and his mother Jill with her arms wrapped around his father Stuart.

"Well," said Vikki's mother trying for all the world to sound serious. "This is disappointing I must say." She turned to my mother who's head was resting on my father's right shoulder as they watched a vision of me on the screen bowling a strike with a hard-on. "Mary Robertson I expected better." She pointed to the television. "I mean there's your son on the screen with a perfectly juicy looking erection and that young man's sister--" and she pointed directly at Terry Morgan whose hands were at least taking some liberties with Maria's breasts "--Sandy sitting there naked and playing with herself and all you can do is cuddle your husband. Shame on you!"

My mother merely smiled as she took my father's hands and placed them on her breasts. "Well maybe you should have been here a couple of hours ago. If you had you would have seen us playing our own version of that game my son and your daughter play at the fire station, you know 'Musical Cocks'. But then again you were probably too busy fucking your husband and my son weren't you, you slut!"

She laughed heartily. "Well now that you mention it."

Mum looked around then and when she didn't see Vikki said, "I gather John has taken Vikki to meet the band?" When Julie nodded she further asked, "Does that mean that John's going to meet us at Tulla' (Melbourne Airport Tullamarine) and that you're coming with us?"

Julie moved both of us to a vacant chair, eased me into it gently, sat in my lap and eased herself into my strong left arm before she turned to face my parents. "Of course. John's going to have tags for all of us to allow entry into the conference room where the press conference is going to be held."

"Well in that case then," said my mother, "if we've all had our share of promiscuous entertainment for the moment who's for a sandwich?" and she quickly hopped off my father's lap.

"I'll give you a hand," said Julie jumping off my lap quicker than she had slid onto it.

"Me too," offered Jill McLelland and the three of them quickly disappeared into the kitchen leaving seven of us to finish watching the recording of last night's events.

The McLellands left after lunch and dad took Terry Morgan home, dropping Ross and Maddy at the bowl for the Saturday afternoon session of the 'Foster's League' on the way leaving the rest of us to clean up before the drive to the airport.

Once we met Vikki's father there the six of us were ushered into the conference room where we were introduced to several of the bands relatives, girlfriends and boyfriends, as well as a crowd of reporters there for the bands press conference.

We spent several delightful minutes talking to George and Karen Hacker Brian's wonderful parents, before Vikki and the band chose that moment to appear and Samantha Carson that moment to introduce them.

"The band you already know," said a smiling Samantha as she introduced them again one by one, "but now I'd like you to meet the eighth and newest member of 'Multitude of Sins'." She moved behind Vikki and placed a hand on each shoulder. "Vikki Thompson."

"So when do we get to see the goods Vikki?" was the tongue-in-cheek question from a music reporter by the name of Gerald Latham from the new channel 10 video music show 'Playtime'.

"What, you mean you didn't attend our concert at the Palais on the sixteenth of last month?" responded Brian Hacker.

He shook his head. "No Brian I..." It must have dawned on him at that second. "You mean Vikki here was a guest on stage from the audience."

"And very nicely put too Gerry." Brian Hacker turned to Vikki. "Is that how you'd put it Vikki?"

She laughed heartily. "No, I liked the way you put it Brian." She turned to the reporter. "You see Gerry I was there to fuck the band. As was my boyfriend," she indicated where I was standing behind him and to his left, "the handsome young stud with the cast on his arm, and four of our friends." She patted Carol Baker on the arm. "And I'm pretty sure that Carol here can tell you that when my just fucks a girl they stay fucked!"

Samantha Carson came out from behind the desk at that moment and walked towards me through the crowd, grabbing my left hand she led me to where the group and my Vikki were seated. Carol and Vikki each took one of my hands, but it was Carol who spoke.

"Vikki isn't exaggerating guys," and she grinned and licked her lips. "Me and Lisa and Dee-Dee are here to tell you it is an experience that any girl who enjoys sex should enjoy at least once in their life."

"I guess I'll just take your word on that one Carol. Now," continued Gerald Latham not about to be put off his original question, "About what I asked before Vikki. Do we get a first hand look at what the newest member of 'Multitude of Sins' has to offer?"

I didn't expect Vikki to hesitate for a moment and she didn't. She undid the cropped blouse she was wearing, slipped it off her shoulders leaving her topless. After handing it to me she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor leaving herself naked. Then winking at me as she turned away from the reporters and family and friends and bent from the waist giving everyone a perfect view of her naked arse and pouting pussy lips.

Once she'd picked up her skirt, turned around and handed it to me she looked straight at the channel 10 reporter as she brushed her hands over her naked body and grinned lasciviously. "So Gerald, does this meet with your approval?"

"Vikki you're perfect, and if you can sing half as good as you look..."

"She can Gerald, she most definitely can," put in Brian interrupting.

"Fantastic." He grinned. "I'm in love with you already."

"Sorry Gerald," said Vikki with a wink, "only one man is allowed to be in love with me." She moved up and cuddled her naked body against my clothed one. "And I'm only in love with one man, Justin Robertson." And as if to demonstrate that she kissed me full on the lips.

As she broke away she looked up and spotted a TV camera. "Oooh Gerry, am I going to be on television?"

"Both of you are." He looked to the rest of the band, than looked back at Vikki and pointedly indicated her nudity before he turned to Brian Hacker. "I don't suppose that the rest of you might... ?" He left the question unfinished probably figuring that he didn't need to. He was right!

Brian Hacker and Carol Baker looked at each and smiled, and that was the only communication needed before they began undressing without saying a word. The remaining five followed almost immediately and in a matter of seconds four naked female and four naked male members of the band were standing in front of reporters and photographers who were jockeying for positions as they took photos that would appear in whatever media outlet they represented.

A number of questions followed, risqué and otherwise, even including whether the band would be joining the mile-high club, when a local reporter tagged as being Josh Webber from 'Music News and Views' on Foxtel's Music Max channel stepped forward. "Brian, can you tell us some of your tour dates?"

I watched Brian smile. "There will be a press release when we're done, but to answer your question. After we settle in at the Strand Hotel in Central London our first three dates will be on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights at the newly renovated Palace Theatre in Hammersmith which has, I'm told, been transformed into a concert venue capable of holding a crowd of 7,500 people."

At this point Samantha Carson interjected. "I should point out that those three concerts have all been sold out thanks to some well-placed ads on British television and in the London papers."

After some applause from the collection of reporters and family and friends Brian continued. "Then we fly to Newcastle for a two night gig on the following Wednesday and Thursday nights and on to Manchester for a Saturday night concert on March nineteen. Those three concerts are also sold out. We then head across to Ireland for a double concert at Lansdowne Road (a rugby union venue) in Dublin on Monday and Tuesday." He turned to Samantha. "Didn't you say that they were... ?"

"Sold out? Yes." She turned to face the reporters. "A thirty thousand seat venue and they're already both sold out. Then they fly back to London for the Easter weekend and a Saturday and Sunday night stint at the Royal Albert Hall before they finish off the British section of their tour with four dates in Scotland.