The last thing that I wanted to do today was take the boss’s daughter for a 90 minute drive out to Coolamein to organise an air-conditioning quote.

Amy has been a part of the company for only about three months and at just over 21 years of age, and with two years of failed university education behind her, she was just learning the ropes.

I, on the other hand, have been with the firm since I was her age and have been there since the day she was born. I even remember the boss’s hot English wife Audrey bringing Amy into the office when she was just a bub.

Over the years Audrey had an affair, they split up, reformed, split up again before she finally headed back to London, taking Amy with her. Likewise I too had had my string of failed relationships and at 40 had been married once, no offspring, and was currently having a loose relationship with a 38 year old mother of three.

So for the past decade or more Amy has been absent, bar from the odd photo that her father Tim had around his office. Needless to say the change was staggering. I always thought that Audrey was incredibly hot and sexy, but Amy was an even bigger improvement.

Tim was one of those blokes that kept a strong distance between work and play. None of the workers were his friends, and apart from the Christmas party, there was never any socialising between us and him.

He had a very gentle nature and was softly spoken. Because of that the assumption was that he was a closet gay. Plus some of the women in the office also thought he was, so it wasn’t just us loud macho blokes banging on about it.

Amy is petite like her mother, but Amy has larger breasts, dimples on her cheeks when she smiles and the same long, wavy, dark hair of her mother.

Try as I might, I find it difficult not to stare at her when she is in the office. There are 10 of us employed as electricians or refrigeration mechanics, all men, and the three in the office are all women who, like me, have been there for years.

As attractive as Amy is though, she has all the characteristics of being a spoiled brat who has her father wrapped around her finger.

“Sorry mate,” he said to me as Amy wandered nonchalantly out towards my van. “She insisted that she goes out to this job. There’s some connection with university friends from Europe now living out there, working on farms or some bullshit.”

“She hasn’t got her driver’s licence then?” I asked.

“Nah, just bludging lifts everywhere. Shits me no end.”

“Is she back here for good?”

Tim passed me the assessment sheet and said, “Looks like it. Anyway, go hard on this job mate, the Hogans are pretty loaded Amy said. I think she wants to check out their house too.”

Sharon and Marcus Hogan were the customers’ names and the property was on the outskirts of Coolamein. The aerial photo showed that they had an evaporative cooler and solar panels already installed, so I simply assumed that they were upgrading to reverse-cycle.

“Full ducted job then. Nice.”

Tim slapped me on the back and nodded towards the van. “Drive safe,” he said.

I gathered my gear and sauntered towards the car and thought that I could see Amy taking photos of me, however the glare off the warehouse wall blinded me.

Once I loaded my bag into the boot I hopped into the front and immediately the demands began.

“We need to pass home,” she said. “I want to get changed.”

“Why do you need to get changed? I said to her, “You’re in your uniform.”

She looked at me like I was the dumbest man on the planet.

Then she gave me her mother’s smile, wrinkled her nose and said.

“I’m not meeting my friends in my work clothes. I have a certain level of style that I need to maintain.”

“Really?” I said. “Does anyone really care what you wear?”

“Well I can’t turn up naked now, can I?”

I was lost for words for just a moment before she texted her address to me and asked me to load it into my phone.

“See, Uncle Paul, it’s only 10 minutes away and in the same direction as we’re going, so no big deal.”

Calling me Uncle Paul started as soon as she returned. She seems to think that she called me that when she was younger. I can’t say I remember.

“That part’s easy,” I said. “How long will you be getting ready? I mean you’re not going to stuff around are you?”

“It won’t take long at all, that I can promise you.”

Once we pulled up into the drive of the humble townhouse it was less than five minutes, to my immense surprise, before she was running back to the car.

All she was wearing was a long puffer jacket of the type that tourists wear when on the snowfields. I suspected that underneath she was wearing some kind of dress to reveal when she arrived, so I didn’t give it much thought other than even in a marshmallow coat, she looked dynamic.

On closer inspection she smelt different and her lipstick was a bright and sexy red.

“Not what I expected,” I said. “But anyway, you young people nowadays. You never cease to surprise.”

She chuckled loudly, turned towards me and said. “You surprise me.”

“Me? I’m just a 42 year old bachelor living alone with a dog and having a weird relationship with a mother of three.”

“You’re still as I remember when we left.”

“Bullshit. I’m ten years older for a start.”

“Mum still thinks highly of you. She talks about you all the time.”

I was somewhat taken aback by that statement.

“Fuck off. Sorry, but there’s no way your mother talks about me.”

“She does. She told me to make sure I was nice to you.”

I laughed at that before we launched into a long discussion about relationships, life, relevant movies and all kinds of shit. I had to admit. I really enjoyed her company and surprisingly insightful intellect, although the constant glances at her phone were super annoying.

Soon enough we were only five minutes from the Hogan’s house.

“Before we go in,” Amy said with a sudden, serious tone. “I need to just go and check that it’s okay.”

I had no idea what she was on about. “We’re here for a quote, why the fuck wouldn’t it be okay?”

“Ahhh, well that quote. Umm, I put that in.”

I looked at her with a distinctly angry face. “What am I? Your fucking taxi?”

“Haha,” she won me over with her smile, again. “A fucking taxi, how apt.”

As we came within one kilometre of the house I was almost tempted to stop and turn around, but my curiosity got the better of me.

“So, I just wait out in the car, in the middle of effing nowhere, in the middle of winter when you go and say hi to all your Pommie mates?”

“Well, it’s a really special day today, there are a lot of like minds inside, so there’s that option or you go back into Coolamein and hang around for a few hours. Or as I said, I’ll check to see if it’s okay.”

It was at that point that we arrived at the top of the long eucalypt tree lined drive. Out the front of the house were seven cars ranging from beaten Hi-Luxs to Range Rovers. A lot of people for a Wednesday.

I could sense that Amy was getting super excited and although she was already wearing red lipstick, they now seemed even redder.

“Look Uncle Paul, just hang here a bit okay, I’ll sort something out.”

I turned the car in next to the Range Rover and left the engine idling as she quickly leapt out of the car and trotted at a fair tilt behind the garden wall and disappeared.

I kept the engine running to keep the heater from running the battery dry, scrolled mindlessly through social media and was almost about to put a fiver each way on the fourth race at Caulfield when I decided to head back into Coolamein, grab a pie for lunch, and take a look around.

As I whacked it into reverse another car turned down the drive, so I waited and watched as the Landcruiser pulled in almost directly opposite where I was parked.

For a few minutes I could see that the male driver was in conversation with someone in the back seat. Naturally I slumped down in the seat, peered cautiously over the steering wheel and turned the car off.

After a few minutes he hopped out of the car, and with a huge smile on his face, walked around and opened the rear passenger side door. As he did that another man, who was doing his pants up, got out of the driver’s side passenger door.

Then the sight of an attractive middle-aged blonde country lady, the sort you’d see judging roses at an agricultural show, stepped out of the car.

Nothing unusual in that except that she was totally naked bar a pair of boots.

“Well what do we have here?” I muttered to myself as the driver reached inside the vehicle, pulled out a large Drizabone coat, draped it over her shoulders and pulled it around her. Just like Amy was dressed, but just more rural.

They headed straight down the same path as Amy did, so I decided to follow suit. Clearly this was no ordinary get together of ‘Mates from England.’

My decision was clarified when my phone chimed a new message from Amy that read. ‘It’s all ok. Come in if you’re brave”’ followed by a smiling emoji.

The three in front of me just went inside as I came around the corner and the door was being held slightly opened by a woman’s hand. I quickened my pace thinking I was going to be locked out, however when the tall skinny naked girl saw me coming she smiled and welcomed me in.

To say I was surprised by just how gorgeous the young girl was would be an understatement. My cock twitched like a bastard when I feasted my eyes upon her. I’m 190cm, and she was not far behind.

“Hello, I’m Neila,” she said with a heavy German accent. Welcome to the Coolamein Boat Club National Nude Day party. What’s your name?”

“National what day?” I stupidly said. “Nude day? Is that what you said?”

“Oh,” she said, looking at my fluoro shirt and looking suddenly concerned. “Umm, can you wait for one minute please.”

Inside this large house I could hear thumping music, people cheering and when Neila opened the door, a room full of naked people dancing to the beat. Down the hall was another room where I could hear laughing and glimpses of naked flesh.

That glimpse disappeared for a fraction of a second before it reopened and a shorter lady with long dark curly hair on her head, and none downstairs, walked sexily into the entrance way.

As soon as she saw me, and then checked my work shirt, she knew who I was.

“You must be Paul,” she said, holding out her hand for me to shake. “Amy’s pretend uncle.”

“Ohh an onkle,” Neila said and stood right up next to me and placed her head on my shoulder. I could smell her hair. “I love an Onkle.”

“Well Paul you’ve probably guessed that we’re having a bit of a party here today and your boss’s daughter Amy is somewhere behind this door.”

I nodded.

“Well Amy’s somewhat busy now,” she chuckled, “With my husband Marcus to be straight with you, so you know, you can come with me down the hall and I’ll get you sorted or you can chuck a yewee and fuck off back to work.”

I took one last look at the two adorable naked women only inches away from me, and asked them one question.

“Is that the change room there?” I said pointing down the hallway.

Sharon clapped her hands and Neila pecked me on the cheek. “Willkommen zur Orgie,” she whispered.

Sharon was indeed a tight package. Her shapely arse wobbled ever so lightly and judging by the finger marks upon each cheek, she’d already been hard at it.

Once again just as I entered the room the other three exited and it was full of clothes scattered all over a lounge, hanging in a wardrobe and looped over wall racks.

Thankfully the house was royally warm. They certainly didn’t need any air-conditioning.

Sharon stood in the middle of the room with her hands jauntingly placed on her hips.

“Come on then, get your kit off.”

I don’t know why but at that point I was actually a bit more nervous than I should have been.

“Right,” I said. “They won’t take themselves off. Will they?”

I pulled my jumper, shirt and singlet off all in one go and fluked it with a perfect throw onto a hook. Then I looked like a clown as I tried to take my pants off with my boots still on.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I laughed as I tumbled about the room. Sharon couldn’t help but laugh also.

“Bit nervous, hey?”

“Somewhat,” I turned away from her, braced myself on the wall and wrestled my jeans off. Now I had only my fairly ordinary jocks on and was thankful thatbthey didn’t have any holes in them.

When I turned back around Sharon had upped the action by spreading her legs revealing her clean shaved 40 something pussy to me. It was a delight. Once again I could feel wrinkles fill in my old boy.

“Come here,” she softly said “Let me get that out for you. You don’t want to go out there with it looking like a turtleneck do you?”

I stepped forward to the horny and considerate sex machine and watched as she spread her legs even further as I moved between them. She hooked her thumbs over my jocks and slid them down. The whole time this was happening my cock was filling so fast I was at risk of fainting.

He uncurled like a caught lawn grub and Sharon was genuinely pleased with what she saw.

“Ooh, nice big Johnnie,” she crooned as she took him in her slight hand. “I love a bit of fresh meat.”

She cupped my balls as if she was checking me for cancer and slid her hand along the length of my now nearly 75 per cent hard cock.

“This is a nice cock Uncle Paul,” she said. “And as this is my party, and I’ll fuck who I want to, you’re certainly on my list for today.”

She then flicked her tongue under my knob end, sending a shiver down my spine. Looking down from above I could see a fine ridge of grey hairs running through her part but I soon forgot about that as soon as she began feverishly working on my cock.

Her technique was born of experience, there’s no doubting that. Hand actions kept her saliva moving up and down the shaft and her tongue rolling around my knob was an added bonus to her deep throat move.

Her motivation and technique was to get me hard, not to cum, and she was a master at it. It was so hard that if she had been knocked aside she could have lost an eye.

“Nice, nice, nice,” she muttered. “But then, I haven’t met many I don’t like.”

At that moment I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and it was enough to distract Sharon from her fine handiwork.

“Julian!” She cried out with barely contained enthusiasm. “You’ve made it.”

Sharon leapt up from the seat, leaving me standing there with my cock being gawked at by this mysterious Julian character and the tall redhead next to him.

After kissing them both Sharon pointed into the room where all the music and noise was coming from. “In you go Uncle Paul, don’t be shy. I need to get these two ready as well now.”

The change room filled with sound as I opened the door and I missed the name of the redhead who was already disrobing as I turned the handle.

Across the large living area there were about 30 naked people of all shapes and sizes who universally all turned towards me and nodded their heads. That’s excepting those that were indulging in the various forms of fornication that were on display, of course.

There was a blonde on the lounge being fucked from behind as another guy slapped his cock across her face. One lady was up to her wrist in another woman as they sucked a cock each. Another couple were fucking on a sun lounge and two guys were fingering one middle-aged woman as she wanked them off.

As enticing as these scenes were, there was no sign of Amy anywhere to be seen.

I sauntered over to the bar where a classic blonde German lass was doling out the drinks. I accepted a nice Rutherglen shiraz and rested my naked arse on the stool. At this point Sharon, Julian and his red-headed partner wandered into the room and did exactly what I did, made a beeline towards the bar.

Julian smiled and nodded at me as he approached, his cock swung heavily with the weight of his nascent erection. “Sharon tells me that you’re new here,” he said to me as we shook hands.

“Well, yes,” I said, almost adding that it was weird to shake hands with a naked man. “I really don’t know what to do, to be honest.”

“Yep, it can be daunting. I’m sure though that Sharon will show you the ropes, so to speak.”

“We do have ropes, if that’s your bag?” Sharon said with a twinkle in her eye.

“The simplest rule is that no means no,” Julian said, “But Marie here doesn’t know what that means, do you, love?” He patted the delightful redhead on the arse.

“Well, no I don’t,” she said with a glance at my cock. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to that.”

I was genuinely surprised at the very direct manner in which everyone seemed to operate at this event. It was refreshing to know that I didn’t have to indulge in any inane small talk. Everyone was here for one reason, and one reason only, to fuck.

Marie’s green eyes pierced deep into my soul and with a lift of her eyebrows she motioned towards me. I could feel my cock twitch at the impending pleasures that awaited me. Being one of the taller women in the room, Marie’s boobs were directly in line with my face, and they were a delightful pair that I very soon was sucking on.

“That’s it, baby,” Julian said, “Don’t let him off the hook too easily.”

Marie reached down and grabbed my cock as I squeezed and sucked on her perfectly sized tits. With my face buried in her cleavage I was oblivious to all that surrounded me, and it wasn’t until I felt another hand grab my cock that my spell was broken.

Quickly I glanced around her torso, and I was pleased to see that it wasn’t Julian, it was the German concierge Neila stroking my prong.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered between mouthfuls of tit. “This is amazing.”

Marie leant down and kissed me on the lips, then kissed Neila the same way. They both were toying with my cock and I was hoping for a double blow job, but these girls were not only tall, thin and crazily attractive, but they were experts in the art of the tease. With my cock at full mast they gave him a final tug and sauntered off together, giggling like schoolgirls.

Believe it or not, but sitting at a bar with a full erection is not a regular occurrence for me, fortunately Julian, who was standing in front of a squatting Sharon as she sucked him off, saw my dilemma and summoned me over with a wave.

I shrugged in acknowledgement, and with my cock in hand I lifted my arse off the stool and headed toward the horny hostess.

“You’ll get there eventually,” Julian said, nodding at his wife and Neila who were now taunting another bloke. “Just bide your time.”

“Good thing I don’t have anything else on,” I said.

As Sharon grabbed my cock a forty something blonde with firm large tits wandered over.

“Michelle,” Julian said, “Coming to join us?”

Michelle just cocked an eye at myself before taking my dick in hand and kneeling down next to Sharon. The two women kissed before Michelle broke away and almost immediately swallowed my cock down to my pubes.

“Oh, dear god,” I exclaimed. “That’s, oh fuck, fuck.”

I had thought that Sharon was the best cocksucker in the room, but Michelle, well, she blew her away.

Sharon was at the brink of laughing at my undoubtedly corny expression, but with Julian’s cock in her mouth, all she could muster was a slight grin. Michelle was looking up at me as she nestled once more down to the hilt, and how she managed to do that with nary a gag, I just have no idea.

Sharon’s mouth was working over Julian’s cock with practiced ease, her moans of pleasure vibrating against his skin. Julian’s hands were buried in her hair, his hips thrusting slightly to meet her movements.

Around us, the orgy was a symphony of sounds and sights. To our left, a couple was engaged in a passionate 69, their moans and the wet sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Behind us, another couple was in the missionary position, the woman’s back arched as the man pounded into her, their bodies slapping together with each thrust.

I looked around, taking in the scene. A woman with long blonde hair was riding a man in reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing with each movement. Next to them, another couple was in the butterfly position, their bodies entwined as they moved together in a slow, sensual dance.

Michelle pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, and looked up at me. “You like that, don’t you?” her first words were all too true. I nodded, I couldn’t really speak ... She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes, and took me back into her mouth, this time moving slower, her tongue swirling around my shaft.

Sharon looked up at Julian, “I want you to fuck me.” Julian helped her to her feet, noticing that all the seating was taken, he turned her around so that she was bent over, her hands braced on the wall. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with a soft, wet sound. Sharon moaned, pushing back against him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.

The action in the room had certainly stepped up a notch. A woman with short black hair was on her knees in front of a man, her mouth filled with his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and submission. Beside them, two men were top and tailing an older lady with long grey hair.

Michelle pulled back once more, her lips glistening with saliva. “Your turn to fuck me,” she said, her voice was delightfully deep. I nodded, my cock aching with need. She stood up, looked at Julian and Sharon, turned around, and bent over, her hands also braced on the wall. I stepped behind her, my cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. I slid into her slowly, her wetness coating my shaft as I entered her. She moaned, hung her head down low and groaned in satisfaction. Julian and I high-fived each other.

I quickened the pace and Michelle’s long moans became broken little yelps of pleasure as I slammed my cock in hard. “Fuck yeah, fuck,” she called out. I saw that Sharon was watching Michelle through gaps in her long dark hair so I signalled to Julian that we should swap. I was getting into this orgy thing. Julian gave Sharon a gentle slap on her arse before he slid out and slapped his cock on her arse. Michelle barely broke her swaying when I whipped my cock out, she seemed to know that she wouldn’t be left waiting long.

Sure enough as I eased my cock into Sharon’s tight hole, Julian was doing the same to Michelle. Sharon’s twat was indeed beautiful to fuck. Our two parts melded perfectly together, arousing our sexual actions for the long-term, not some quick fling.

The problem though was I’m somewhat taller than Julian and an old back injury was beginning to niggle me as I pumped into Sharon. It wasn’t me though that broke up our wall-facing foursome, it was Julian who eased his cock out of Michelle saying “I can’t take this any more, I need to stop.”

Michelle turned towards us as Julian shuffled away towards the bar, holding his cock as he went. “Care if I take over?” Michelle asked, and I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I pulled out of Sharon, my cock glistening with her juices, and moved towards Michelle. She looked back at me, her dark eyes filled with desire. “You want a piece of me, stud?” she purred.

“Does a one-legged pope swim in circles?” I said. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I guided her to the edge of the sofa. Bending her onto all fours I slipped my cock into her wet pussy, feeling her tighten around me as I filled her.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her body arching back to meet mine. “Give it to me, give it to me hard.”

I obliged, my hips slamming against hers as I fucked her with abandon. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the wet smack of skin on skin, and the moans that escaped our lips.