Chapter 3

"Come on Bill you gotta tell us, who is she? For as long as we've been coming on these trips to Sydney, which has been just over four years now, you've been slipping off to this place on the North Shore and you've never stayed at the hotel with us. Come on, she or they have to be very special."

Charlie Martin, a tall middle aged man of average build with receding grey hair, was the first of the other three guys sitting in the restaurant of the four star hotel near Kings Cross to ask the question Bill Herschfeldt had been anticipating. The three men were all reps from interstate branches of the national electronics company Bill worked for and were regulars at these Sydney seminars. Charlie was the Queensland Rep.

The second of the three men took his turn. "Yes come on Bill, surely we can convince you to come with us tonight, give whatever it is you do, wherever it is you go a miss for just one night? Come on, we'll take in a meal, a show and a little late night activity," Ivan Matheson the Tasmanian representative from Hobart took a drink of his Tooheys draft and shrugged his shoulders as he looked his long time interstate business associate in the eye and winked, "if you know what I mean."

"Sorry big guy," said Bill.

And Bill wasn't joking. At six foot tall and with a solid build and two hundred pounds of muscle Bill looked fierce with his shock of black hair, but compared to Ivan who was a man mountain he was almost insignificant. Ivan was in his late thirties, more than six and a half foot tall, around half as wide and weighed nearly two hundred and sixty pounds. His mass of thick dark brown hair and the bushy beard made him look even more intimidating and it wasn't until you got to know him that you realised he was the gentlest of souls.

"But you can give all the girls one for me," continued Bill.

That thought almost brought a smile to Bill's face, as a picture came unbidden into his mind about Ivan. It was one that often occurred to him. Just how did those poor girls manage with Ivan Matheson's two hundred and sixty pound frame pounding away on top of them and his thick 10-inch cock brutally pumping away in their pussies?

"All right Bill," responded Ivan, "but don't expect us to believe that you won't be poking a pussy somewhere in Sydney."

Bill held his arms out and spread his palms in an upward direction as if telling his friends to believe what they wanted to believe. Then he turned his attention to the ash-blonde Jimmy Mackellar. Being the youngest of the quartet at 34 Jimmy was also the shortest at five foot six as well as the skinniest and the quietest. He was also someone who could be relied on for sensible behaviour and being a non-drinker he was sipping on an orange juice.

Turning to Jimmy Bill said, "Keep the guys out of trouble Jimmy and I'll see you at the first seminar tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll do my best Billy boy, you know that." He took a sip of his orange juice. "But who's going to keep you out of trouble?"

He grinned. "Me!"

They separated in the foyer, and while Charlie, Ivan and Jimmy headed to the taxi rank and the lights and action of Sydney's night-life Bill went to the desk to inquire about the hire car he'd ordered for the drive out to the North Shore home of the White family.

Bill pulled into the sloping driveway that ran to the right of the two-tier landscaped garden. Getting out of the car he let himself in through the door at the side and walked straight into a kitchen bigger than some peoples back yards. From there he moved through the dining room to an open doorway and three steps that led to a sunken lounge room.

On a red velvet couch on his left was a thirty-one-year-old blonde lady who greeted him with a cheery wave. She had tucked her legs under a trim backside that curved down nicely to a great pair of legs, the tight black mini skirt she was wearing rode so high her white lace panties were on view. The tight fitting white blouse she was wearing had the top two buttons undone giving him a tantalising glimpse of her generous breasts.

He'd seen them many times of course, this was the fifth of his regular visits to this large North Shore home since that unfortunate incident in February of 2001 outside of a bar near the hotel that his three friends still stayed at. The woman in question was being bothered by three louts until Bill weighed in with his considerable strength, knowledge of fighting and minor martial arts skills to make them back away. Of course Bill had found himself invited back to her home as a reward and had been a more than welcome visitor ever since.

The woman's name was Sally White and apart from her the only other person in the room was her daughter Sandy who also looked at him and smiled.

Sandra White had been ten at the time of that incident and like her mother, who liked sex to the point of almost being a nymphomaniac and exposing her statuesque 38D-24-37 physique, she too loved sex and showing off. Of course she hadn't been able to participate until last year by which time she'd turned 13 — she was 14 now — but she had been allowed to strip naked as she sat and watched.

So under the circumstances it was no surprise when the White family applauded the introduction of the 'Sexual Freedom Charter. Neither was it a surprise when, with Sally's many years experience as a nude model and Sandra's recent debut as a lingerie model, both mother and daughter won roles in an 'R-rated (formerly XXX) adult drama slash soapie called 'Friends and Neighbours'. It was a fully explicit sexual TV show for viewers thirteen and over. The auditions had of course required them to perform sexually in a crowded studio setting while surrounded by other possible cast members and the film crew. Mother and daughter, as would be expected, both passed with flying colours and were hired immediately for the mother and daughter roles of one the two main families.

Sandy was the first to move. She walked over to the tall physically imposing man with black hair who was leaning against the corner of the wall. "You can't hide something like that Uncle Willy." She undid the leather belt and the button, slid the zip down and looked up at him as she licked her lips in wanton fashion. She held the trousers up momentarily before allowing them to drop to the floor. His shoes were slip-ons and came off just as easily as the slacks. Then she looked at the bulge in his underpants, patted it in friendly fashion and looked at her mother. "Be my guest Mother, daddy should be home in a minute."

Sally got up and walked over to 'Uncle Willy' as her daughter helped him out of his shirt. She grabbed both sides of his underpants and pulled them down, allowing him to step out of them before she began to suck on his penis. "Uummm, I think I like you better sitting down honey, I seem to be able to take more of you that way."

Sitting him down on the couch Sally got to her knees and began to work her way down the length of his throbbing shaft as her daughter removed her wrap around skirt, her panties, and her runners and socks, stepped onto the couch and with Bills help straddled his shoulders pushing her slit into his face.

They were still in this position with Bill shooting his load while still sucking on Sandy's vagina when Peter White walked in.

"Hey Bill!" he said smiling broadly. "When you can get your cock and your mouth away from my wife and my daughter's cunts I've got a little something for you, and her name is Susan Johnson."

Peter White watched his wife pull back after swallowing Bill's cum and his daughter remove her cunt from his mouth sat his tall solidly built frame down before pulling the young girl he'd brought with him onto his lap and kissing her while his hand found its way between her legs.

Bill took the opportunity then to examine the girl Peter had brought home. He decided that she couldn't be much older than Sandy, maybe fifteen or sixteen. She was ideal, with long shiny black hair, a clear pink complexion and a slim figure with smallish tits and lovely long legs. He smiled at the girl who giggled in response and then he turned to Peter. "Peter she looks perfect."

He grinned in response. "She is. Believe me when I say that she has been by far the most popular girl at the parlour."

The parlour was 'Garden Of Eden' and it just happened to be the massage parlour that Bill's wife Caroline was painting some pictures for to replace the old-fashioned prints that currently occupied the walls. That arrangement of course was courtesy of Bill though Caroline didn't as yet know it.

Things moved swiftly after that, Sandy and Susan Johnson undressed each other while Peter stepped up, undressed his wife and began to fuck her up the backside. 'Uncle Willy', who sometimes needed to assuage his voyeuristic needs, just sat on a stall at the bar with a bottle of whisky and as always had a glass in one hand and his penis in the other. The first fuck, hand-job, or in this case blowjob from Sally was important, it enabled him to last longer while he watched the show.