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Grandfathers Toy
by Isabella

You may have gathered from my earlier stories that I had a very unconventional upbringing. My mother has never mentioned why, but I have no knowledge of any members of the family on my mother's side, I know right down to third cousins in my father's family but only my mother on her line.

I had never really been worried or intrigued by the missing half of my family until I had a medical scare recently, all it was, in the end, was a panic attack, I had thought I was having a heart attack, the doctor was suspicious and as I was wired up to the UK's annex of NASA's science lab he was asking me questions about my mother and father, had either of them suffered with heart problems, I shook my head.

"How about your grandparents?"

"I only know my father's parents, neither of them has any history of heart problems as far as I know!"

"How about your mother's parents, did they die before you were born?"

"No, as far as I know, both are probably still alive, I just don't know a single member of my mother's family!"

The conversation certainly got me thinking, so many illnesses come from the family line, and so many skip generations, I really needed to know where I came from, genetically speaking that is. The local vicar was usually a good place to go for local knowledge, I decided to give the 'Spectacle, Testicle, Wallet and Watch' band a miss, if I found a Priest on the Dark side of the moon he would know my husband and would know me as 'The Pope's Wife', so I headed off to the next village, one of the very few Anglican churches that still had a resident vicar living there.

Reverend Paul Mitchell was a very young man, there was no way that he would have any idea but I told him of my problem and that I was trying to track down any members of my mother's family that might still be living in the area. As I had guessed, Paul was no help at all, well, not strictly true, he had no knowledge of the area or its history, but he did know where I could find the vicar who ministered to the four villages before him.

I found the retired vicar, Reverend Gordon Patterson, almost ninety years old but still very 'on the ball' and he seemed to recognise me instantly, then his mind clouded slightly.

"No, I must be muddling you with your mother, you'd have to be fifty-five, mind you, if you are fifty-five years old, I'll have a glass of whatever you drink!"

The elderly vicar coughed and choked a little as he laughed a deep and hearty belly laugh. He did know my mother, he knew her and all of her family, he also knew James and his family too, even though they were from the other 'camp'.

"You must know my dear, that your mother has her reasons for keeping her family a secret from you, they may very well be serious consequences to your investigations!"

"I'll take the risk!"

"I'll make some enquiries for you, why don't you came back and see me next week?"

I left a note of my address and phone number with the vicar and left feeling, I have to admit, a little disappointed that Gordon Patterson hadn't been able to give me the address or telephone number of one single member of my mother's side of the family.

I got home just as James was leaving for church, he did the same thing every day, eleven o'clock in the morning he would go to church, returning at one o'clock for lunch, he also went every evening as well, though that trip was only ever thirty minutes, as there was no confession at the evening mass at his local church. James kissed me on the cheek in passing; I watched as James crossed the road and noticed an old Rover parked on the grass on the opposite side of the lane. Nothing unusual in that, cars often parked opposite our house as their owners walked in the woods at the end of our lane, this was unusual though, there was a man still sitting in the car and he seemed to be looking over at me.

I went into the house and as I took my coat off I looked out of the window, I had guessed that the man was talking on his mobile phone or something before he went down to the woods for a walk. The woods had paths that led to the main road, and the lay-by where, at this time of day, men often met to 'talk' or something at lunch time. In the past I had only been able to wonder at what went on in the woods, especially close to the lay-by as, until the week before I had to look after my son, William while his father went to church, now, I was free to take that walk as William had started school full time just a few days earlier.

The man had left his car, it flashed through my mind that he seemed to be a little old to go looking for company in the woods, he looked to be around seventy years old or slightly older, he was slim with a full head of white hair, he had a moustache, full and bushy with a hint of either ginger of nicotine in it.

I was a little surprised that, instead of walking along the lane towards the woods, he was walking across the road in the direction of my house. I stood there, transfixed, for an elderly man he had a surprisingly muscular upper body, he was wearing a white t-shirt, tight, like a much younger man might wear, it showed good upper body muscle definition and a very slender waist. The man walked with a confident swagger and he had already spotted me standing at my living room window with my coat half off, he smiled and nodded a silent greeting to me as he approached my front door.

"Hi, I understand that you are looking for me!"

"Sorry!"

"I got a phone call from Gordon, he told me that you were looking for me, good or bad, here I am!"

I was knocked slightly sideways, it had been less than an hour ago that Gordon Patterson had told me that he couldn't give me any details about my mother's family but that he would make enquiries for me and that I was to return in a week's time. I had been very disappointed at the time, just an hour ago and now, I was very giddy and very confused too.

"I knew that one day you would come looking for us, no matter what your mother told you about us!"

"My mother never has, she has never mentioned any of you to me!"

"Well, now that you have found me, aren't you going to let me in?"

I blushed and stood to one side to let him enter.

"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

"Tea please!"

I knew that I had only two hours to find out all I could about my grandfather and my wider family and get rid of him or James would be home and asking awkward questions about who the stranger was and what he was doing in our home. We chatted idly and freely for ninety minutes, then my grandfather checked his watch.

"Your husband will be home soon, I should go, save any questions. We are having a large family gathering soon, nothing has been sorted out yet but there will be more than half of my family there, if you can come along you'll meet uncles, aunties and cousins, oh, and your grandmother will be there too!"

I nodded my head, I had, after all, set out to find my larger family, I would just have to ease James into the idea that it wouldn't be disloyal to my mother to want to find out more about where I came from. My grandfather drove away from the house just as James turned the corner into our lane. I suddenly realised that I hadn't actually asked my grandfather what his name was, I didn't even know his last name or where he lived.

We had talked for ninety minutes but it had been small talk, and it had mainly been small talk about me and my family, my relationship with James, somehow my grandfather knew that my husband and I no longer shared a bed together. The transfer of knowledge seemed to be very much one way, something did come to mind though, just as James's key slipped into the lock, my grandfather mentioned something about the vicar's warning and the fact that I had said that, I was willing to take the risk. A shiver ran through my spine, it wasn't the repeating of my own words back to me that caused the shiver; it was remembering the look in my grandfather's face as he repeated them.

I tried all that afternoon to formulate a way of telling James that I had found my grandfather, I knew that James wouldn't be happy, he knew and respected my mother a lot, if she didn't want me or my children to get to know her family, there had to be a valid reason for it and in James's mind, a child, no matter how old they are, should respect their father and mother in all things.

I was girding my loins to tell James about my grandfather the next day, I got close to it several times before he left for church, I gave myself a stern talking too as I watched James stroll across the road, James bumped into the postman and took the handful of letters with him over to the church. There would be the usual mass, then, those wishing to give confession would wait in their pews for their turn to go into the confessional box, usually the people at the rear of the church would go first as the confessional in our local church is towards the rear, James had his own seat at the front of the church, he usually took the collection during the service and he also looked after the candle money as well as the cash for prayers or favours as they call it, so James was usually the last person to go into confession.

As James had such a long time to wait to go into confession he usually read the bible, or, like that day, he would read his rejection letters from job interviews or requests for application forms. I stood at the stove cooking lunch berating myself for being so frightened to tell my husband something so stupidly innocent.

James walked in and apologised for opening a letter addressed to me, the envelope was brown and the name and address were typed on the front but the ink was very faint on the rough brown paper, James had assumed that it was yet another job rejection aimed at him. I opened the letter and was struck by confusion, the letter, which, though printed on good quality paper and using a colour laser printer, was so obviously not from the Open University, which it was purporting to be from.

It instantly jumped into my head that the day before I had been telling my grandfather a lot about my studies as a correspondence student at the Open University, I had gone into a lot of detail about my course, THD-204, 'Information technology and Society.' The gist of the fake letter was that a place had suddenly become available at the University of East Anglia for a weekend course that, if all went to plan, would be offered to all students the following year. And, the hook that was designed to capture James's attention was that the weekend course, for this year only, would be totally free, no cost for accommodation, transport lessons or food, there was a downside though, there would be no credit for attending the course this year although the courses would be designed to help improve my possible mark in several areas of study.

The whole thing was so short notice; there were no contact details for anyone at the Open University, just the phone number for transport, to arrange for me to be picked up on Friday night in two days time. I guessed that it was my grandfather's way of getting me to a family gathering without my husband becoming suspicious, for all I knew the family gathering may well be taking place in Norwich, the supposed destination for the training course.

James, I thought, was a very smart man, when he was working, he would have questioned so much about the letter from the Open University, the first thing was, there was no stamp on the envelope, no prepaid frank either, so how did the letter get into the postman's bag? The letter had an Open University logo on it but no list of email or phone numbers for the university or the tutor and the Open University was a business, they would never give anything away.

Because I was out of work and James was unemployed, I got my years tuition for just fifty pence a week, I actually paid fifteen pounds for a thirty week course, the government paid the rest of the fees, my current course was roughly a thousand pounds, if there had been a summer school, again, I would have paid a reduced fee, instead of the four hundred pounds that the other students paid, I would only pay ten percent, that included accommodation but excluding food, I would have had to apply for a grant for the summer school though, and yet another grant to pay for my food, the British Government was, ever bountiful.

James was like a dog with two tails, the thought of an all expenses paid training course, even if it meant that James or his mother would have to look after our children for the weekend made his week. I should have been honest with my husband, I should have told him that I thought it was some kind of scam but I realised that my grandfather had gone to a lot of trouble to give me an easy passage to meet the rest of my family, if things went well, I could introduce my extended family to James and the kids but for now, I was just going to let it ride.

On Thursday morning, the phone rang, James wasn't off the drive on his way to church, I answered, the voice was that of a young man.

"Hi, I understand that you will be booking a taxi for your journey to Norwich on Friday afternoon madam!"

"I wasn't planning on taking up the offer of the place!"

I was bull-shitting him, there was no way that James, having seen the chance of me getting something for nothing, would let me pass up on the opportunity, the organisational and logistical contortions that my grandfather had gone through to get that letter in my husband's hand while he was on his way to church, so that he would have other things on his mind and open a letter addressed to someone else, the post man, taking an illegal letter and being there at exactly two minutes to eleven.

"I'm sure that a lot of people will be very disappointed if you miss the party, we've all been told so much about the missing girl from our family, some people are dropping everything and travelling a great distance just to meet you on Friday night!"

I allowed James to push me into going for the weekend, I played my part, I spent many hours saying that I didn't want to go, that I didn't want to leave the kids, that I didn't want to leave him, it wasn't that I didn't want to go and meet my family but it did worry me quite a lot that my grandfather was willing and capable to go to such lengths to get me away from my husband and family.

At some point I had mentioned to my university councillor about my mother and my strange family, it was by way of trying to explain my shyness and almost Aspergers like attention to detail and pathological need for explanation of every new concept, he had thought long and hard and came out with a very shocking statement.

"Have you ever thought that your mother may have been either sexually or physically abused by some or all of her family when she was younger?"

The suggestion had shocked me a lot at the time; my councillor had actually given me access to some of the psychology course notes, especially those relating to abuse within the family. It surprised me but all the cases mentioned in those case histories were all from families that lived within a five mile radius of the village that I lived in, now it could have just been coincidence or the fact that the researcher lived or worked in my area but there seemed to be a whole lot of abuse within the families of Northamptonshire, especially from the more secluded villages.

If my mother's family had abused her, physically, mentally, emotionally or sexually, well, my grandfather had given me a perfect example of how he could manipulate and scheme, plan and execute a scam in double quick time, literally just a few hours after asking a vicar to help me find my family my husband was almost forcing me to go off with a group of people who were total strangers to me.

I had no idea what to pack, James had phoned the transport contact number and arranged for the taxi to pick me up on Friday afternoon so I had been given no chance to ask any questions about what I would be expected to take with me or what I was likely to expect over the weekend. In the end I packed a few very conservative outfits, on Friday I dressed in a navy skirt, white blouse, M&S cotton bra, white, full cup and double reinforced straps, a white full length nylon slip and white cotton granny knickers. I had polished my court sandals, they were black with a two inch heel and I had white ankle socks on, I must have looked every inch the sixteen year old school girl with my brown leather briefcase, unfortunately I was twice that age and another year on top of that.

The taxi was a little earlier than planned, I was driven, not to Norwich as I had expected but to a small hotel that I thought had closed a few years earlier on the back road between Wellingborough and Kettering. The sign that had been hanging at the end of the drive leading down to the main building had been removed and two name plates nailed to the signpost, one said 'No Vacancies' and the other 'Private Party', obviously designed to stop any of the locals getting too interested and pulling down the drive to have a look-see at what was going on.

As I walked towards the closed door, it opened and my grandfather was standing with his arms open wide for me, I was transported to my childhood, I ran into his arms, just as I had run into my paternal grandfather's arms when I was three years old, my maternal grandfather scooped me up off of my feet, seemingly as easily as I had been thirty years earlier, I was even spun around slightly as I had been as a child. The taxi driver came into view; he had my suitcase and briefcase in his hands.

"Bags to the honeymoon suite please Robert!"

"OK Gramps!"

My driver had been one of my cousins, I got a sweet smile from him as he passed me in the doorway, my feet still off of the floor.

"Does your husband really like you to dress like this?"

I nodded my head.

"I'll bet he buys all of your clothes for you too, I took your photograph to every clothing shop and store in a fifty mile radius to try and find someone who would know your size and not one of them could ever remember serving you so I couldn't get your actual size!"

"James used to work in retail, he brought all of my clothes home with him from work, lots of my things were suppliers samples, er! Why were you trying to find my dress size?"

"I guessed that you wouldn't have thought to pack a party frock, especially as I had to employ a little subterfuge to get you away from James for a little while!"

"Party frock!"

I laughed out loud.

"I don't actually own a party frock!"

"Well, you do now, in fact I got you three different outfits to wear this weekend, mind you, you might not be able to take them home with you, I don't think James would approve of my selections!"

It was my grandfather's turn to laugh this time, he lowered me to the ground, it was only then that I thought about my paternal grandfather again, he was the same age if not a little younger but I doubt that he would have been able to lift me off of the floor, never mind hold me aloft for so long.

"I'd prefer that you call me Geoff from now on, having you call me Grandfather makes me feel so old, and, believe me, I don't feel at all old in any other way!"

I was led by the hand to the stairs, Robert was just ahead of us, stepping off of the top step just as we were on the bottom. Geoff took me into the honeymoon suit, the hotel looked very clean and well appointed but there was a damp, musty smell in the air, like a building that had been unused for a long time, then it caught my eye and I stopped dead in my tracks. Hanging on the front of the wardrobe door was a gold dress, well, as it hung there it looked like a shiny gold triangle, the material was so elastic that if it hadn't been on a hanger it would have looked like a very long drinking straw.

"It's Gold Lame but mixed with Lycra, as I didn't know your exact size, I had to guess and pick something that would stretch a little if I got it slightly wrong and picked a size too small!"

I had never seen anything quite like it in my life, not that I went in for posh frocks, in that respect I wasn't a 'girly' girl at all. I was never allowed to play with dolls, or play 'dressing up' when I was a child, my mother was far too strict with me for that, I did learn from a very young age how to cook, clean, wash and iron though, the closest I ever got to art was sewing and knitting, the dress hanging there in front of me was actually a work of art.

There was an excited shudder running through my body at the thought that my grandfather wanted me to wear something so, well, something so dammed sexy.

"You might need to reconsider your underwear though when you wear that for our party tonight!"

I managed to drag my eyes away from that dress just long enough to look at Geoff, he was looking at my blouse very closely, he seemed to be able to see straight through it to my underwear below.

"Get changed, I'll be in the room next door, I'll be back in a few minutes, people have started to arrive already so be as quick as you can!"

I really had no idea, I rushed to get out of my blouse and skirt, I needed some kind of shoe horn to get into the dress, it was, as my grandfather had said, very stretchy but it was never designed to fit over cotton and nylon underwear, the dress had two straps on each side, both very thin, one went over my shoulder, just an inch or so, like finger tips gripping onto the edge of a precipice the second strap looped over the top of my arms to apply tension across the front of the dress.

The straps felt uncomfortable as I wasn't use to 'suffering for the sake of art'. The back of the dress had a flesh coloured strip, an inch wide, just below my shoulder blades but apart from that, it was open to, well, let's just say, if it wasn't for the fact that I was still wearing a slip and knickers, you would have seen down to the crack of my bum.

The front of the dress scooped low, all of my décolletage was on display as well as a substantial amount of nylon of my slip and the tops of my bra cups as well as the wide shoulder straps of my bra, dissecting my shoulder half way between the dresses strap and my neck. My breasts were covered by four and a half inches of mirror like gold lame, stretched so tightly that I was glad that there was no sewn seam between my breasts as the material was pulled so tightly that no seem would have held. Below the bust of the dress, there was a teardrop hole that, if I hadn't been wearing a slip under the dress, would have gapped open to reveal way below my naval, actually, the hole in the front of the dress would have gone way past the waistband of my 'granny knickers' too.

There was a knock on the door and it opened slowly as I was looking down at the length of the dress, it was actually far shorter than anything I had ever owned but not so short that I would have refused to be seen in it.

"I did say that we needed to hurry, our family are gathering in the ballroom, I also mentioned that you might need to rethink your underwear. I think that the only underwear a dress like that needs is this!"

I looked over my shoulder, Geoff was holding a long jewellers box, the kind that would usually hold a necklace, he opened the box, a heavy gold necklace with two gold rings slipped over it, the rings were like very heavy ear rings, the kind that had small threaded ferrules that could be opened to slip the threaded end threw the hole in your ear before screwing it closed again. Two rings looked strange though, oh, I saw what it was, well, apart from the fact that the rings were heavy and overly plane and the necklace was heavy and overly complex meant to me that the earring and necklace weren't sold as a set.

"I don't have pierced ears!"

Geoff smiled at me, a kind of almost patronising smile.

"That's OK! I didn't think you would be pierced for the first party so I got hold of these too!"

Geoff had another jewellers box in his pocket, smaller, the kind a ring would fit in, he opened it to reveal two strange gold plated clamps, they looked like Eagle's claws, two sets on each clamp with a hinge where the Eagle's legs would have been and a thumb wheel that seemed to be gripped by the claws, well, more like talons, the claws were very long and incredibly sharp points.

"You slip out of the dress, take everything else off and slip the dress back on again, all you need under it is this!"

Geoff shook the two jewellers boxes, then he went into the wardrobe, he had gold mules with four inch stiletto heels and Black self supporting stockings in his hands.

"And these!"

As he was talking he had unfastened the rings and slipped them through the clamps, between the hinge and the thumbwheel that closed the talons but he seemed to have forgotten to slip the chain from out of the rings before he refastened them again.

"Before you ask, no, it isn't a necklace and earring set!"

Geoff held the gold loop in front of his shirt, the rings and clamps were touching where his nipples would be under his shirt, then I realised that he actually did have nipples, unlike my husband, who's nipples were almost totally flat and unresponsive, Geoff's on the other hand were huge for a man and as he held the heavy gold chain against himself his nipples responded and hardened under his silk shirt.

That was definitely a first for me, I had never heard of a man with nipples that were so responsive and reactive, especially to his own touch, my nipples had been that responsive in the past but never to my own touch, and as no one else but my children had ever touched them, memories of breastfeeding my children and how my nipples had reacted to their touch flooded through my mind.

"OK girl, I'll give you just five minutes to get dressed properly, then I'll be back!"

The dress took a while to get off it was clinging so tightly to my slip, eventually I wriggled out of it, the slip hit the floor in a second as did my bra, then I stopped, pulled myself up, I hadn't been in a public place without a bra on under my top, since I was about thirteen and here I was, twenty years later, I was so eager to please my grandfather that I was willing to go braless under a half ounce of manmade fibres and elastic, in a very public place, and in front of my extended family at that.

I slipped my 'granny knickers' off and stopped again, I just looked down in disbelief, the crotch of my panties, if you could call something so big panties, was literally dripping wet. I had heard that a woman could be so turned on that she could wet herself, but why the hell should thinking about my grandfather turn me on that much, or was it the prospect of wearing that dress in public. I didn't bother to tidy up my clothes, I placed the dress on the floor in a doughnut and stepped into the centre, the only way to get into the dress was to step in through the neck hole and wriggle as I pulled it up my body, remembering to slip my arms under the shoulder straps once the dress was past my hips and gathered around my slimmer waste. I had never thought of my thirty-five 'C' as being particularly large but trying to squeeze them into a size ten dress, even one made of fifty percent elastic would be a struggle.

I had taken four minutes so far and my arms were just hooking through the shoulder straps, Geoff had said that he would return in five minutes and I had no doubt that he didn't mean five minutes and ten seconds, he had also told me that he expected me to be wearing the chain and torture clamps under the dress. The chain was on the dressing table in front of the mirror, I picked it up, it was really heavy, if I had to guess, I would have said well over an ounce of gold in the chain alone, if that was the case, the scrap value alone would have been around two thousand pounds, it had to have cost him closer to three thousand with the rings and clamps.

The claws were wide open, as wide as they would go but I still had to squeeze my left nipple to get it in between the sharp talons of the Eagle's claw clamp, I turned the thumbwheel to close the clamp until it hurt, then I repeated the action on my right nipple, but, before I had closed the second clamp the first had slipped off of my left nipple under the sheer weight of the gold. I turned the wheel on the right clamp until the talons bit into the flesh of my nipple, the pain was intense, but something else, pain in my nipple had translated into pleasure in another place, the place that I had often heard tell of but had never felt before in my life.

I had just fifteen seconds left to open the left clamp enough to slip it over my left nipple, I squeezed my nipple really hard and forced it through the claws of the clip before it was really open wide enough, I turned the wheel and gasped as the talons bit deep into my nipple. I allowed myself a second to look up at the mirror, there were pinpricks of blood around each of the sharp talons, the buzz of pleasure between my thighs was indescribable.

I started to raise my arms, wiggle my upper body into the golden sheath as the door handle started to turn slowly, Geoff hadn't knocked this time, I gasped in both pain and pleasure as I forced my size twelve upper body into the size ten dress as quickly as I could, lifting and dropping the heavy chain several times as the dress snagged on the chain.

My eyes were fixed on the mirror, I could see my nipples slipping slowly from view as the door finally opened fully and Geoff stepped into the room, his face was illuminated as he saw my back and the reflection of my breasts as they finally slipped down under the wide band of lame, then he giggled and I gasped as the chain fell down the front of my dress and into view in the teardrop opening below my breasts.

Because of the weight of the chain there was only one strand of the chain visible below my breasts, the other side of the loop was pulled tight across my chest, clearly visible through the tight material of my dress, as were the two large , heavy rings and the over engineered clamps. Geoff walked over to me and he straightened the thin transparent strap that was all that was holding my dress onto my body, the tightness it caused across my breasts, not the flimsy shoulder straps, was the only thing that kept the dress up.

Feeling Geoff's fingers in the middle of my back, touching my bare skin as he flattened out the strap was electrifying, he leaned in and kissed the back of my neck and as he did, his left hand pressed into my abdomen, the heat in the palm of his hand easily felt through the single thickness of gold lame, his finger tips just encroaching into the 'tree-line' beneath the dress and his thumb rubbing gently against the bare flesh of my abdomen through the teardrop opening in the front of my dress.

My body was vibrating with excitement as Geoff's lips broke contact with my neck, he left his right hand on my bare back and his right hand moved up slightly so that he could slip his fingers inside the front of my dress and his thumb moved onto the gold chain hanging down in plain view. Geoff lifted the weight of the chain slightly with the tip of his thumb before letting it slip free and fall under its own weight sending another shock blow through both nipples and indirectly to my clitoris.

Geoff was laughing as he took my hand and led me down the stairs and through into the ballroom, every step I took, especially those steps as I walked down the stairs sent shockwaves through my body and by the time we reached the ballroom I was on the edge of a climax. There were twenty men in the ballroom, although it could just have been three men and me having multiple visions from the closeness of my orgasm. No, not multiple vision, there seemed to be striking similarities in most of the men, basically just three gene pools in the room, one strongly aligned to Geoff.

A drink was pushed into my hand as soon as we were in the room, I recognised that Geoff had been given a good quality whisky or brandy, just from the colour of it in the glass and the kind of glass would make it whiskey if the correct glasses were being used, I took a sip of my drink, it had no taste other than fruit but as it burned my throat as it went down, so I assumed it had either Vodka or white rum in it.

"I don't drink, I'm sorry!"

"I think a little alcohol might just help you get through the night dear Issy!"

I was about to put the glass down but Geoff spotted it and caught my hand, lifting it and the glass up, then he moved his hand to the bottom of the glass and tipped it up against my lips, the prospect of ice cold liquid tumbling down the front of that stunning new dress made me open my mouth. As I gulped down the alcohol the men in the room were moving in towards me. My throat was scalded by the sheer strength of the alcohol in the glass, I wanted to break the link between the glass and my lips, to take a breath and give my throat a rest from the assault of burning liquid, I lifted myself up on the tips of my toes but Geoff countered and followed me upwards, still tipping liquid into my mouth.

When I had entered the room, the men were standing in three groups, that's what made their facial features and body types look so distinctive, all of one face standing in one place, all of the second in another and the third in the last group. Through the brightly coloured liquid I saw the men moving in on Geoff and I, as they closed in the groups merged into each other, now, as the men intermingled, their facial similarities became less distinct, they went from just three men to twenty men.

The glass was drained, it had been over a half a pint of liquid, no ice even, if there had been a way of estimating the quantity of spirit in the drink I would have said that it was well over a quarter of a pint, that was more alcohol than I had drunk in my life before. The sound in the room was dulled slightly, the aesthetic effect of the alcohol was rushing around my body, starting at my ears, moving on to my cheeks and then down my body, it took only ten seconds for it to reach my legs and make me slightly unsteady on my feet.

The glass had been removed from my hand; Geoff and I were totally surrounded by men now. Geoff pulled me in the direction of the man who had driven me to the hotel, he was also the man who had phoned me to try and talk me into coming for the weekend and very probably the man who my husband actually did phone to make the final arrangements.

"Isabella, this is Robert, he is one of my grandsons, that makes him a cousin of yours, thirty eight years old, he has eight children, he's married and owns a taxi company with a million pounds a year turnover, Robert, this is Isabella!"

Robert gave me a warm smile, his right hand slipped from our handshake and slipped, just as smoothly around the back of my neck, my head was pulled effortlessly towards his and our lips crushed together, the kiss wasn't a family peck either, it lingered long and passionately, well, passionately on Roberts behalf, I had actually never kissed anyone that way in my life. My husband wasn't overly into outward signs of affection like that, on the rare occasions that we had sex, there was no other contact above that which was necessary for the act to reach completion. That is to say, no touching of any body part, no kissing, no and I mean absolutely no foreplay, just James's cock in my hole and nothing more.

Roberts kiss had left me panting for breath and totally confused, forgetting the way I was dressed, the fact that I had almost climaxed on the walk to the room, the fog of an alcohol overload in such a short time, my first sole kiss was very definitely a head spinner, the fact that Robert and I were first cousins too, made it all the more.......... was the word I was struggling for 'Exciting! Or was it Disgusting!

Geoff was already introducing me to the next in the line, line? Or should that be circle, I had totally missed his age, he was a cousin though, this time, not eight children but nine, as we shook hands I realised that he was looking downwards, it was obvious that, from his position and his eye line, he was looking at the bottom of the teardrop opening in the front of my dress, at or through, I looked down, as I bent forward the gold lame flattened against my lower abdomen but as I straightened up, I realised that my bust line would be pulling the dress away from my body at the front.

"May I ask you a personal question Isabella?"

The man asked as he leaned in to kiss me, almost as passionately as Robert had, when I got my breath back I nodded my head.

"How come the hair on your head is so dark when you are obviously naturally ginger haired?"

I was right, he could actually see the forest that should have been hidden from view under my clothes, even my husband wouldn't have been able to tell anyone that I was naturally so ginger down there.

"I've been dying my hair brown since I was a child, for ever really!"

Geoff piped up.

"Her mother's way of hiding her true identity from everyone I think!"

The third man in the line was older, I was getting the picture, the men had arranged themselves in ascending age order, I couldn't focus on the names and ages, the number of children each man had fathered or their business standing and turn over but each man had his own business and each man had a good turn over, also each man had gone further with me than the man before, each one shook my hand and kissed me, some touched my bottom, some rubbed my belly through the opening in the front.

Then we got to my youngest uncle, he was fifty-five years old, he had a strong handshake and as he kissed me, probably the best of the kissers so far, he searched out the chain hanging down in the teardrop hole, he gave it a gentle tug from left to right, about a dozen links of the chain were pulled through both rings, the vibrations as the links slipped over the thick gold rings were transmitted through the clamps, through to my nipples and through to my clitoris in the process.

I gasped into my uncle's mouth and his tongue took its opportunity and flicked into my mouth, I was genuinely on fire deep inside my body for the first time ever in my life I would say that I actually wanted to have satisfaction from sex and my husband wasn't within five miles of me.

Geoff's biography of my uncle came into my mind, 'Ten or eleven children but only a blood test will tell for sure which it is!' I was introduced to my second youngest uncle, the introduction was similar, in his case it was eight or nine children but they weren't sure which.

Uncle Charley was a wonderful kisser, his right hand held the small of my back, pulling me into his lower body, I felt the hardness of his erect cock pressing into my belly, then as his tongue slipped effortlessly into my mouth, his hand slipped effortlessly down the back of my dress. And when you remember that I said that you would be able to see the crack of my bum above the little gathering of gold lame that covered my bottom, his hand was actually well round my buttock as he began squeezing with his right hand he started pulling the chain connected to my clitoris through the sharp talons digging into my nipples.

Eventually I had been introduced to all twenty men, I had turned a full circle and all the time Geoff was at my side talking me through the vital statistics of men I had no way of remembering through the alcoholic fog.

"All that's left is me, you know my name and my main relationship to everyone here, what you don't know about me is that I'm married to two women, I have either twenty or twenty-one children, only a blood test will confirm the actual number, I'm retired but have investments that give me a very good pension and that I intend to increase the number of women I have had sex with by one tonight!"

Geoff kissed me on the lips just like everyone else in the room had so far, as he kissed me I felt tugging at the thin back strap holding my dress against my body. What I hadn't noticed when I put the dress on was that the transparent back strap had hook and eye type fixings on both sides and as Geoff pulled his lips away from mine the back of my dress was free and the tightly stretched gold lame across my breasts relaxed noticeably.

A drink arrived from nowhere, another fruit-based drink with a ton of spirit in it. I was allowed to take a little drink and then the glass was taken from my hand, music started playing and the lights went down, two mirror balls kicked off, the music was smoochey. Geoff told me I could dance with anyone I wanted to dance with, it was my choice.

"I don't know how to dance; no one has ever wanted to dance with me before!"

Geoff took my hand and stared to dance with me, we weren't doing anything complex and Geoff was giving me directions all the way, whispered into my ear in between kissing and nibbling at it. I for my part was trying to hold my arms in a way that would stop the thin shoulder strap pinging off.

The first tune finished but unlike a 'normal' disco, the next track didn't kick in right away. Geoff took me back to the table where my drink was sitting; I took a quick gulp of the alcohol.

"You need to choose another dance partner now Issy!"

I looked around at a sea of expectant faces, I had never realised it before but of all the men who were just one or two years older than me and, I have to say, a few years younger than my husband, the only men I actually wanted to dance with were my uncles, the youngest of which was twenty-two years older than me. It had just never cropped up before, I had never been given my choice of men to pick from in my life before.

I actually chose Joe, the second oldest man in the room and the one who looked most like Geoff. The music started as Joe took my hand and started to dance with me, again, Joe was talking me through what he wanted me to do in the dance steps. Joe also took more liberties with me as we danced; he kept trying to pull one or other of the straps from over my shoulders.

The track ended and I was returned to take another drink, this time, no matter how attracted I was to my uncles, I decided to pick Robert, the youngest man in the room. My dance with Robert was far more energetic than the first two dances I had undertaken so far, I wasn't so close to Robert as I had been with the older men, I wasn't feeling Roberts cock being thrust against my belly but, and I feel the need to capitalise the 'BUT', just to give it due deference, BUT as I was moving about so energetically, the chain pulling against each of my teats was driving me mad, not irritatingly mad, sexually mad.

My lubricating juices were flowing like head springs of a river and as I had no knickers on, that juice was flowing down the insides of my thighs and was soaking the tops of my stockings. The music stopped and I was taken back to my table and my drink, which I took a huge gulp from, the more energetic dance and the fact that I actually achieved a petite orgasm on the dance floor and the drying effect of strong spirit had given me quite a thirst. Geoff came to my side and whispered in my ear.

"You gave the boys quite a show there Issy and you seemed to really enjoy yourself in the process, why don't you put what you've learned so far tonight into practice and give us all a show?"

I hadn't really got the gist of what Geoff was asking me to do but I got the picture when two long tables were pushed together, end to end, then another two, making a large square that was elevated thirty inches above the floor like a stage.

"Take your shoes off darling and let the boys help you up on the table!"

I started swaying slowly from side to side on the table top in my stocking feet, the table top was slightly sticky and kept distracting me from my dance, then I realised, mainly because of the wolf-whistles and cat calls rending the air and drowning out the music, that one side of my dress had fallen down and was caught on my lower arm, one breast with its sharp talon clamp, gold ring and chain on view, that and three thin streams of dry blood from the puncture woons on the top of my nipple.

I turned slowly on the table top, letting my focus drift from one of my elderly uncles to another but mainly focussing on Geoff as he stood smiling up at me. I knew that I should have hoisted my dress back into place but the cheers and clapping, the whistles and stamping of feet were egging me on. I was also moving faster, turning and spinning on the table top and then both sides of my dress were down low, I didn't have to look to see that as my breasts were exposed to the room, the bottom of the teardrop opening was now below my vagina and the whole curly, wild and wiry ginger bush was the only thing keeping my inner lips from view.

Geoff reached up and snapped his fingers.

"Arms at your side please Issy!"

I let my lower arms fall to my sides and the dress fell to the sticky table top, as I danced my legs were tapped to make me lift them one at a time, as I did, my dress was pulled out from under my feet. I was naked apart from stockings and they were drenched with my lubricating juice to well below my knees.

I dances around naked for three dances on the table top, then I was helped down and different men from the middle age range danced with me, I had taken the rest of my second drink and so was largely unaware as to exactly what hands were doing to me, where they were touching me, some of them gave the thumbwheel on my nipple clamps a half turn, giving me both pain and pleasure and opening up the wounds again, causing the trickles of blood to freshen up again.

"It's one o'clock Issy, some of the guys have to get up for work in the morning, so if you'll forgive me!"

Geoff stopped talking and took me back to the table top dance floor, I thought that he was going to get me to dance for the boys again but this time, instead of helping me to stand on top of the table, Geoff pushed me onto my back. Hands from above my head pulled me into the centre of the table, dragging me through the beer and scotch puddles that covered the table.

Geoff was naked, kneeling between my thighs, I looked down between us and in my drunken state I got a fit of the giggles as I saw the size of his manhood, I didn't laugh for long though as, Geoff slowly introduced his manhood into my lower body. I gasped as he entered me, there was no pain, I had never had sex without pain before but then James never did anything to get me ready for sex, there was never any warning, he would just cover me suddenly, pull the leg hole of my knickers to one side and force himself in, dry! His fucking seldom took more than thirty seconds and I never got wet inside until his semen dribbled out of his cock and into my cunt.

Geoff wasn't a thirty second kind of man, after one minute I forgot all about the shame of twenty men standing around closely watching as I was being fucked by my grandfather, forgot that two hundred spotlights were flashing around above my body from the mirror balls above my private dance floor, all that I could think about was the pleasure being delivered in my pussy by Geoff and the sudden extra pleasure as an unnamed man began to slowly pull my gold chain through the rings attached to my nipples and every now and then, twisting each of the thumbwheels a half turn.

It took Geoff a full fifteen minutes to actually lose his composure and jet wash my womb with his semen. I had never actually felt James shoot, in fact, I only knew he had done so because there was an excess of moisture leaking out of my body after he had finished. Geoff pulled his softening cock out of my pussy and eased himself back onto the floor to a tumult of applauds from his children and grandchildren.

"OK boys, draw lots, only four of you this time, but make the most of it please!"

Geoff walked away and I watched as the twenty men went into a huddle, Robert jumped in the air, his right arm shot up in the air in a victory punch, he joined me on the table, I have no idea why I just lay there and allowed Robert to mount me but I did, in fact, I almost welcomed him in. Robert was kissing me all over, breasts, neck, ears and cheek. He studiously avoided my nipples though, the six punctures around each nipple caused by the nipple clamps each had a trickle of blood running from them and making vein like traces, caused by the energetic pounding that first Geoff and then Robert were giving my body.

I felt Robert shoot into my cunt, he fell heavily on top of me gasping for air, as his chest crushed against my breasts and more importantly, the clamps that were already pinching into me, the pain sent me off on a new orgasmic chain as Robert lay there, spent, his cock softening inside me as I bucked up into him. My head was thrashing from side to side as I experienced my most powerful orgasm ever and as it did it moved my breasts slightly too, increasing the pain caused by my nipple rings and pushing the climax ever higher.

As my head kept flashing into the direction of the family group it was like a comic Chaplin jerky walk moving picture of a man walking towards me, Uncle Charley was approaching my impromptu bed with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. Robert was watching his father approaching us. Robert's cock had long since been expelled from my body by my internal muscle contractions, he pushed his upper body off of mine, removing the centre of pain and killing my own orgasm dead.

"It's a pity Gramps has told us to keep it simple for your first time, my dad loves to bust an anal cherry and he's built like a stallion, he'd make your eyes light up if he was free too!"

With that Robert rolled off of me, before he left me though, he was about to wipe my cunt clean but his father stopped him.

"I'll need that extra help to get in her, some bastard slipped me a Viagra earlier, now the joke is on him as I've won second prize!"

Robert laughed out loud and shook his head as his father undressed, the monster that he had difficulty in releasing from his underpants made me gasp, I was a country girl, I had seen stallions cocks in the past and Charley wouldn't have been put to shame by a single one of them. Robert left me a parting gift just before he yielded my thighs to his father, he gave the thumbwheels on both nipple clamps a full turn each, I shot off on a climax just from the pain alone and before I came back down to earth Charley was forcing his cockhead between my legs. I have been fucked long and hard by two men, had two deposits inside me but it still hurt when Charley finally nailed my arse to the table with his huge railroad spike.

Charley was in no hurry, someone had spiked his drink with Viagra, Charley knew he would have an un-killable erection for several hours, he fucked me at a pace that kept me gasping for air as a continuous string of orgasms washed over and through my body, the pain between my thighs took all thought of the pain in my nipples. Eventually I greyed out, oxygen starvation caused my brain to close down completely.

When my eyes opened again, one of my unnamed cousins were fucking my lifeless body.

"Where's uncle Charley?"

The man fucking me was just beginning to gasp into his own climax and through gasps for air he explained to me that Charley had gone off looking for Roberts wife because the last two men in the queue had bitched at him for taking over an hour and he still hadn't climaxed.

"It's always the same when Geoff sets the simple sex rule, it takes ages for some of my relatives to cum if they are 'one up', far better if the rest of us can use anal or oral to get off!"

The cousin in my cunt was such a nondescript lover that I was glad that I couldn't remember his name, I wouldn't be going looking to him for sex ever again. What the hell was I thinking, as I felt my innards being hosed with spunk, I wasn't this kind of woman, I had been faithful for ten years, I had never had sex with any other men in my life and here I was, being fucked by the fifth man in my life, this was just a night of madness, I would have to apologise to Geoff when the final man had finished with me, I'd ask him to take me home, I'd just have to tell James....... What would I have to tell James, not what has actually happened, I'd just say that I missed the kids or something. I was wrong though, I hadn't just been fucked by the fifth man in my life but the sixth, I had been unconscious and totally missed one of the men who had fucked me.

Geoff was there at the end, I lay there with a gallon of men's semen flooding out of my body. Geoff had a hand towel and used it to remove as much of the surplus semen from my vagina and its surroundings.

I've run you a warm bath and dissolved a pound of salt in it to ease your pains!"

Before Geoff helped me up off of the table he carefully unscrewed the nipple clamps, two talons opposite each other had dug in deeper than the rest on each nipple, Geoff unfastened the thick gold ring from the clamp and chain, he pushed the open end of the ring into the deepest wound and wiggled the ring slightly, he was lining the direction of travel up with the second deep wound, a slight extra pressure and the end of the ring came through and the ring was quickly wiped clean with vodka soaked cotton wool and screwed closed before repeating the process on the other nipple, the pain was excruciating but fleeting and after the second ring was screwed tightly closed everything was washed down with the vodka soaked cotton wool, nipple and ring. The piercing of my nipple was painful but nothing like the pain that was delivered by the cleaning process.

Geoff took me to to the honeymoon suit and helped me into the salt water bath, where he left me to soak for thirty minutes. Geoff helped to dry my body and turned both nipple rings several times before he took me to bed and at four o'clock in the morning he started to fuck me all over again.

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