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Geoff's Story
by Isabella

Story Code: Under Age Sex, Group Sex, First Time Sex, Public Sex, Sharing, Group Sex, Inter-racial.

This is the true life story of Geoff Kent from Leicester, Geoff talked to me on his sixtieth birthday after reading my 'Uncle Len' Story set close to where he lived and worked. He told me the story of his youth, I have changed very little of the story, just a few names and the location slightly but in essence, the story is as Geoff told it to me!

It was just after my eleventh birthday, the News Agents shop that was just across the road from my house on the corner of Guthlaxton Street and Guthlaxton Avenue was taken over by an Indian family, Mr Bhogitia and his wife and after a few months, their daughter, Pritty Bhogatia joined them. I had never seen an Indian girl before, I had seen a few Indian women in my life, they were all the typical image of a barrel shaped woman, so fat and over dressed that they waddled around, penguin like where ever they went.

Pritty definitely lived up to her name though; she was a year older than me, six inches taller and very slim until you got to her chest and that was starting to develop very well for a twelve year old girl. I had been experimenting for almost a year with local girls, for the most part, they were a year or so younger than I was, if I could get them to the privacy of my garden shed or the allotments along the black pad that ran alongside the railway sidings and goods yard. I got to kiss every girl I got on her own, I managed to feel the chest of about half the girls through their tops and I managed to get a feel between the legs of two or three girls, again, only through their clothes but none of them looked like they had a patch on the shape of Pritty and none of them ever came back for a second visit after I had touched them up. I began to fixate on her and after seeing her for the first time, whenever I masturbated, she was the image in my head.

I stopped chasing the other local girls and began to try and chat to Pritty whenever I could, Pritty seemed keen to be friendly with me but her mother and father kept their eyes on her like hawks. Pritty was quite clever, she got a place at Alderman Newton's Girls School on Regent Road while I went to Moat Boy's School on Melbourne Road, The girl's school was around a mile away and my school was literally at the end of our road but Pritty always left home after me and was always home well before me too, mainly because her father had an Austin A35 Van that he used to collect supplies from the wholesalers and to make deliveries to his customers but he used it to carry Pritty to and from school too.

I thought I was never going to get an opportunity to show Pritty our garden shed, my brother, Allan, two years older than me had been the first to use the shed as a love-nest, an old three seater couch had been stored in the shed some years earlier, the kind of sofa that folded out to make a guest bed in our living room before the springs made it too uncomfortable for every-day use as a sofa. I had discovered my interest in girls over a year earlier after spying on my brother and a string of girls, fooling around together on the dusty old couch in the dirty old garden shed.

I didn't manage more than a dozen words in private with Pritty during the last few weeks before the summer holidays started then things changed a little, Pritty was at home all day, her mother was working in the shop, they had changed the shop from a News Agent's that sold a few general goods and cigarettes to a general stores that also sold newspapers and magazines. To do that, they had knocked down the walls between the old living room and shop and the kitchen too, opening the whole ground floor area as a shop and moving the living room and kitchen up to the first floor and extending up into the loft, to create two bedrooms to replace the rooms lost to the kitchen and living rooms move.

With increased business at the Bhogitia's shop, Pritty's father was out much more in his van, collecting and delivering and Pretty's mother was working hard in the shop so no one was able to keep an eye on Pretty the way she had been. Things changed a lot when the summer holidays started, Pritty was at home in the flat above the shop all day while her mother served in the shop and her father was out in the van.

After a few days, I noticed she had ventured out into the rear yard of the shop, she was playing 'double ball' against the rear wall of the shop most of the first few days of the holiday, then I noticed her out on the pavement, the was on her own, playing hop-scotch on a chalked out grid. I slipped out of the house without my brother hearing me, I had been left in his charge while our parents were out at work.

I went over to Pritty's side, keeping close to the wall just in case her mother was looking out at her daughter. We had a short conversation; she seemed just like all the other local girls, just a different colour and a funny smell, there was a strong smell of masala spice. I only recognised the smell because her parents sold it in their shop and they seemed to put it in everything they ate; it almost oozed out of Pritty's pores like a bad case of body odour.

Pritty surprised me very much, while I was running through my well-practiced and mostly successful 'chat-up' lines, she interrupted me with, "Girls at my school say that the shed in your garden has a bed in it!" I was shocked, she must have been talking with girls that my brother had taken into the shed for fun time as none of the girls I had enticed in there went to her school.

"Well, not a bed exactly, it's a sofa that turns into a bed." "I've never seen one of those, I'd love to see how it works." Pritty was definitely taking the wind out of my sails, in my plan, such as it was, I would have mentioned us going to the park or somewhere together and if she went off with me, then I'd suggest my garden the next day but here she was, taking a short-cut through my devious plans.

As we crossed the road to the ally-way leading to the backs of our row of terraced houses, I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting Pritty's mother to come running out at any moment and call her daughter back. Pretty though, didn't look back once, she just strode out ahead of me without looking back once.

Pritty walked past my gate, I opened it, "This one," Pritty walked back so for the first time I was in front of her, I opened the shed door and stepped in, Pritty followed close behind me, she looked at the couch, it was in its collapsed form, "It's just a sofa." Pritty sounded very disappointed, "It opens out like this," I found the strap and pulled it, the bed part folded out in three steps, "It's very dirty." "Yes, it's years and years old, most of my family have slept on it at some time or another."

Pritty's nose was definitely turned up at the sight of the stained and dirty mattress, she had that look, the look I had seen many times before, usually just as my hand rubbed over their chest and a fraction of a second before they ran out of the shed. "But, but we have this," I found the box that we kept the quilt in to stop it getting dirty in the dusty shed. I threw it on top of the bed, totally covering the disgusting bed, I looked over at Pretty hopeful that her turned up nose would be less so now that the cover over the bed was clean.

Pritty looked from the bed to my face and as she made eye contact with me the tip of her tongue slipped between her lips to moisten them, I took that as an invitation and stepped in closer to kiss her on the lips. She closed her eyes and let me kiss her, I took that as a good sign, my left hand slipped onto her side, just above her skirt and rubbed in small circles over the outside of her t-shirt, I was testing how well it was tucked into her skirt's waistband, as with most girls I got close too, her shirt was well tucked in. Pritty's hand slipped over my shoulder and then on to the back of my neck and up onto the back of my head.

Pritty pulled my head against hers a little harder and she twisted her head slightly, this was a very definite first for me, girls just usually just stood there and let me kiss them, Pritty was the first to take an active role in the kiss. But then the difference between Pritty and the other girls were her being older, a different race and from out of town too.

I took the additional passion in the kiss as the green light for me to go further, I slipped my hand up over Pritty's ribs and then rolled my hand onto the front of her body, I got to feel the first real breast of my life, not massive but for sure the biggest of any girl of her age that I had seen so far, at that moment, not seen but, well, you know what I mean, from the feel of it through her loose t-shirt, it was very big for her age.

Pritty pulled her face away from mine, my hand shot down to my side and I flinched slightly, expecting a slapped face for touching her breast, "Shouldn't we be sitting down or something, my dad will be back by lunch time." I almost swallowed my tongue in shock, then Pritty knelt on the bed and knee-walked into the middle of it. I had watched Allan dozens of times so I knew what to do in theory and I could see no reason in not taking my first opportunity as far as it could go.

I had little doubt in my mind that Pritty would run out on me well before I got close to gold but I wasn't going to let the obvious outcome stop me experiencing as much as I could before she got cold feet and ran for the safety of her parent's shop.

I followed Pritty into the middle of the bed, Pritty settled herself down on her back, laying flat out, I sat at her side and leaned over her, kissing her on the lips again, I could actually taste the faint masala spice as I brushed the tip of my tongue over her lips, my left hand made straight for her breast once again, rubbing and squeezing it through her t-shirt once again. Pritty left me in charge for a few moments but I obviously wasn't moving forward fast enough for her, I felt her breathe in deeply and she tugged the front of her t-shirt out of her skirt, leaving her stomach bare to her belly button.

I allowed my hand to slip down to bare skin and then began to journey north again. As I cupped Pritty's bare breast in my hand I felt her nipple push back against my palm. I had heard Allan boasting to his friends that girls loved a little rough treatment around their nipples, he vividly described pinching, rolling and biting a girl's nipples to drive her over the edge but he never mentioned the edge of what.

I pinched Peetty's nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she gasped and pulled my head harder against hers, her mouth opened slightly as she gasped, I let my tongue slip out and explore her mouth, the taste of spices increased as I savoured her mouth, then she suddenly sucked my tongue into her mouth a lot further than I had planned to put it in.

I was tugging at the front of her t-shirt to try and get a glimpse of her brown breast out in the open. Pritty pushed herself up with her elbows slightly so that the back of her t-shirt could ride up and allow me to pull the front of her shirt right up to her chin. Pritty wriggled slightly and slipped out of her t-shirt completely, then she pulled my face down against her chest, aiming my mouth at her dark brown areola and nipple, I began to rub my hand down over her stomach, heading for her skirt, Pritty began to pull my shirt out of my shorts and as my hand rubbed over her pussy mound through her skirt and knickers, she was pulling my shirt and vest off over my head.

I began to pull Pritty's skirt up, "Stop. You'll put creases in my skirt." Well, I was very happy, I had gone a lot further than I had expected too, I had managed in less than an hour to go through first, second and third bases and would masturbate once alone to the memory of what I had seen and felt. I expected Pritty to slip away from me, pull her shirt back on and run off home, instead, she checked her wrist watch and then slipped the side zipper and waist fastener on her skirt and wriggle it down, over her legs.

When she lay back next to me I got my first sight of a real girl wearing just her knickers but they weren't a bit like the knickers I had seen in shops, in catalogues or hanging on washing lines, they all had very tight elasticated leg-holes and waistband, the ones Pritty was wearing looked like two large triangles of 'off white' cotton sewn together down the left hand side, hemmed around the leg-holes, stitched across the gusset but not sewn all the way up the right hand side, there was an inch long slit before the half inch wide turned over waist and a thin cotton tape had been pushed through the turn over and tied tightly in a bow to keep them up.

I started to move back into position again, my mouth aiming for her breasts and my left hand aiming for her panty covered pussy mound. "Aren't you going to take your shirt off too?" I stopped once again and pulled my shirt and vest off over my head, as I lost vision momentarily I felt fingers pressing the buckle of my snake belt together so that it opened and Pritty had my top button open before I could see her again. I got the picture, Pritty was only wearing her knickers so she wanted me in just my underpants too.

I didn't bother opening the fly buttons, I knew from experience that my shorts would come off easily with just the top button opened. As I wriggled out of my shorts, Pritty was pushing my underpants down too, so in a moment I was totally naked for the first time in my life with a girl, other than my mother of course. My cock sprang to attention as Pritty looked at it, she looked a little disappointed but she didn't say anything, she just lay on her back again and reached out for me, pulling my mouth against her breasts again and as I sucked on her tiny titties, my hand roamed all over her pussy mound through the thin cotton of her strange knickers.

I was encouraging Pritty to spread her legs so that I could rub down over her slit too but she pulled my head off of her tits and up to her face, she had a very serious look on her face, "You mustn't ever tell anyone what we're doing!" She pulled my face down onto hers again and began to kiss me passionately and as soon as she began kissing me, she moved my left hand to the cotton tapes at her left hand side.

I fumbled slightly but eventually managed to open the very tightly tied bow, Pritty raised her bottom well before I even thought of pulling her panties down but I got the message and while her bottom was off the bed I pulled her knickers down, down as far as I could reach without my lips leaving hers, she was very insistent on that. As I began to explore Pritty's slit with my fingers she was kicking her legs, trying to divest herself of her panties. I was allowed a time to explore Pritty's lower body inside and out then I noticed her eyes open, she flicked a look at her wrist watch without breaking out kiss and then her left arm slid under my side.

I was laying with my cock rubbing against the outside of her left hip, almost using her soft flesh to masturbate myself against as my fingers rubbed in and out of her cunt, I was totally happy to leave my experience at that, if I had managed to wet her hip with my spunk I would have been over the moon but I was already totally happy, totally content.

Pritty's fingertips were gently pressing against my right hip and she was pressing her left knee against me, in my head I got the feeling that she wanted to slip her left leg under my body while she was, ever so gently, pushing my right hip towards the centre of her body. I hadn't intended to try and do anything quite so daring but I got the message and I slipped my body over her left leg and covered her body totally with my own.

As I stabbed my hips down against Pritty's cunt over and over again, no idea how to make the connection, Pretty was wriggling and squirming her own hips, suddenly I felt a pop as my cock finally hit its target and slipped into Pritty's body. As my cock sank into her warm, moist, inner depths, I noticed the shadow pass the picture of the sheds window painted on the rear wall of the shed, it had to be Allan, my brother, standing out in the garden, looking through the window at the sex act taking place inside, just as I had watched him so often in the past.

The big difference between Allan and me though, while I was very happy to watch my brother with a girl and then run to my room and masturbate in private, Allan wasn't so shy, I knew he would want to come in and take over, I knew that I should have warned Pritty, given her the chance to grab her clothes and run for it but I was fucking a girl for the first time in my life and I didn't want to stop until I had managed to complete the act and get off inside of her cunt.

I increased the speed of my thrusting to try and get off as quickly as possible, Pritty was trying to get her body into a position where my woefully inadequate cock could give her some little pleasure but while I could feel myself running rapidly towards my first climax in a girl, Pritty seemed to be getting little or no pleasure from the act at all.

The shed door opened and I thought that Pritty was going to jump but as soon as she saw my brother standing watching us, she relaxed back under me and her hands both moved over my bottom and began to pull me down harder into her. As I finally fired off into her, I watched my brother undressing in the corner of the shed by the still open door.

I lay on top of Pritty, still kissing her as my cock softened and slipped out of her body, she rolled me off of her body and she quickly inspected my cock, no sign of blood, she looked very disappointed indeed. Allan, now totally naked, stepped over my body, even flaccid, Allan was twice the size that I was, he dropped down between Pritty's legs and took his own cock in his hand, jerked it back a few times to ensure it was fully hard, then he aimed it for Pritty's cunt and fell on top of her.

Pritty gasped in pain as my brother forced his cock into her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull his face down to hers but he shook her off, "Sorry love, I don't mind fucking you but you stink of that 'woggy' food you eat." Pritty looked very upset at my brother's comment but she melted into the bed as he pounded his meat into her cunt, I bent over her and began to kiss her as Allan fucked her harder and harder before gasping as he fired several jets of spunk up her pussy.

As Allan rolled away from her, Pritty pushed my face away from her and she looked at his cock, she looked delighted and relieved when she saw his blood covered cock as it shrank down, dribbling the last of his seed across her thigh.

Pritty pulled my head back over hers and we kissed again, she rubbed her hand all over my cock until I grew back to fully hard again, then Pritty pulled my body over her own and I slipped easily into her sopping wet cunt, it took me an age before I climaxed for the second time, Pretty pushed me off of her, checked her watch, "I had better go and face the music, I'm sorry I can't stay with you longer, I love kissing you but my father will be home any minute."

Pritty visited my garden shed every day during the long summer holidays, she always let me fuck her and I was always expected to kiss her as my brother or one of his friends fucked her, she seemed mad for cocks, trying to get as many different cocks into her as often as she could to shoot into her as often as they could too but I was always the first to use her cunt and then the last to finish her off.

Just before the end of the holidays Pritty gave me the full story as to what she had been up too for the last eight weeks. As we lay on the bed in the shed, having a post coital cuddle Pritty just came out with, "I got my periods when I was twelve, my mother made me promise not to tell my father because in or culture, as soon as a girl becomes a woman, it is her father's duty to see her married as soon as possible after."

We kissed again and she cuddled me tighter against her body, "My cousin Prajay was chosen to marry me as soon as my father found out I had started my periods, I only met Prajay once, we went to India and while we were there, Prajay got married, I was only four years old and I had to carry an offering to Parvati, the goddess of fertility to ask the gods to help Mahesh, Prajay's new wife have many sons."

"Are you allowed to have more than one wife in your religion?" "No, Mahesh died three months ago while having a baby, she had five daughters already and they were trying again to have a son, the baby died too, it was going to be another daughter."

"Wait a minute, if Prajay has five daughters, how old is he?" "Prajay is thirty nine years old, if my father marries me off to him, I'll have to live in Bombay or Mumbi as we call it. I'm not really Asian or Indian, I'm British, I don't want to be forced into an arranged marriage, that's why I wanted you boys to have sex with me, no Indian will ever marry me now."

"When will you tell your father?" "The wedding is set for September, Prajay has to be seen to be mourning his dead wife for at least six months, before then, no one will be in any doubt that I'm no longer pure and whole, I'll be sticking out in front by then. My dad might try to kill me though; he will definitely kill any boy that he thinks has defiled me, so you'd better keep your head down low when my dad starts asking."

In August, Mr. Bhogatia and his wife handed out sweetmeats to all of their customers, or rather they tried to hand them out, no one really wanted any of their 'woggy' sweets, even if it was to celebrate their daughter's upcoming marriage. I was in the shop, trying to get a paper round out of Mr. Bhogatia when he finally found out from his friend, the first Asian doctor in Leicester, I was actually in the shop when the telephone rang, the colour, quite literally, drained from Pritty's father's face, he muttered down the phone, "No one will want to marry my daughter now!"

I was almost kicked out of the shop, the door was locked and the 'Open' sign turned to show 'Closed', the first time the shop had been closed during daylight hours since Mr. Bhogatia took over it. Out in the street we could all hear the shouting but it was all in Hindi or Urdu so none of us locals could understand it. There was a definite change in Mr. Bhogatia's countenance, he definitely had the black dog on his shoulder for weeks after he found out his daughter was pregnant and she said that she didn't know who the father was.

I went into the shop one day when it was totally empty, just me and Mr. Bhogatia in the whole building, I cleared my throat, "My father said that somebody has to marry Pritty because she has been disgraced." I thought that I was about to be killed to death, Mr. Bhogatia cleared his counter from a standing start and had his hands around my throat, as the air was being crushed from my body and I was being shaken like a rag-doll, I managed to say, "I think Pritty is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life, if anyone can marry her, I'd like too!"

I was dropped to the floor, "Geoffrey Kent, you are a very respectful boy, since I got the bad news about my daughter's condition; I have been looking at you local boys, just trying to work out which one of you did this terrible thing to my daughter, of all the boys I have seen, you are the only one I can say I have never considered as the guilty party."

I was helped to my feet and the dust brushed away from my clothes, my throat was inspected, ten bruises around my neck were starting to turn blue. "Thank you very much for offering to end my daughter's disgrace young man, but you're just that, young, far too young to get married." "I study hard, I work hard, you know how often I've tried to get a job as shop boy or delivery boy, I'll try my hardest to be a good husband and a good provider, I think I have been secretly in love with your daughter since the first day I saw her."

I was told to ask my father to go and see Mr. Bhogatia, "I'd come over to your house, that is the custom but I can't leave my shop, not the way things are at the moment." I went over and told my dad that Mr. Bhogatia wanted to see him. I was asked to leave the men to talk, I stood out in the street and watched the men talking, there was a lot of pacing up and down, some quite animated gestures and a lot of shaking of heads from both men, then my father came out of the shop, "I hope you know what you're doing young man!" My father said as he walked out of the shop. My father caught my elbow and dragged me across the road to home, "Go and have a wash and put your best clothes on!" Was all my father said to me as he went into the kitchen to talk to my mother.

I was sitting in the front parlour with my mother and father, there was a knock at the front door, no one but the vicar ever called at the front door of a terraced house in our part of Leicester, My father opened the door to the Bhogatia family, Pritty and her mother were both dressed in traditional sarees, red, green and gold and very ornate, Pritty had her little bulge clearly on show, not like how she usually looked with a thick cardigan covering her lump. They were both dripping with gold and jewellery, showing off their family's wealth. My parents worked long hours and after paying all of their bills, they were lucky to have a pound left over for luxuries at the end of the week.

Pritty and I were left in the front parlour alone while our parents retired to the back sitting room. As soon as the door closed, Pritty turned on me, "Are you mad, my father could have killed you!" "I didn't tell him I had anything to do with you being pregnant; I just told him that I'd like to marry you." Pritty kidded me, "I wish I could have sex with you right now, right here, or out the back in your shed!" Pritty smiled at me, "You are the only English boy who has ever wanted to kiss me, the only one who didn't mind the way my food makes me smell and the very best at kissing and cuddling but you do know that I can't love you like I love your brother, when he makes love to me it really makes my toes curl."

Pritty explained that in her religion, the father of the bride has to pay the groom's family a dowry, her cousin was going to get five thousand pounds to marry her but after she got herself pregnant, he wouldn't have married her for a million pounds. "My dad is offering your father fifteen thousand pounds if you marry me." "Why should my father get the money?" "That's not how it works; the money will be used to set up a shop that your family and I will run together, as soon as you're eighteen years old, you and I will run the shop, it will be our business, they just have to work out how you can marry me before I get any larger.

I had never heard of Gretna Green before but Pritty and I were whisked north to just over the Scottish border the next day, my father drove us up there in Mr Bhogatia's van, Pritty sitting in the front and me in the back on a rather uncomfortable cushion. My brother's name was Allan Geoffrey Kent and mine was Geoffrey Peter Kent, I was given my brother's birth certificate, showing that I was fourteen years old, the word Allan had been carefully scratched off of the face of the certificate with a razor blade.

We got to Gretna Green just before dark; the first building in Scotland was the Blacksmith's forge, there was a large poster that I and my father read, in Scotland at that time, if a boy was fourteen years old or over and the girl was twelve years old or older, the Blacksmith could marry them without their parent's permission, according to our birth certificates and other supporting documentation, we both looked like we were fourteen and were married to the ringing of a hammer striking the anvil, just fifteen minutes after arriving.

My father took us to a guest house and booked two rooms, the landlady insisted on seeing the marriage certificate from the Smithy and we ate our evening meal. After dinner, Pritty went up to our bedroom to get ready and my father took me into the nearby pub, where he slipped me a scotch into my orange juice while the landlord wasn't watching. My dad stumbled through his much too late explanation of the birds and bees. Then, after thirty minutes my father slapped my back, "Go and make yourself into a man son."

Pritty was waiting for me in bed, it was only eight o'clock in the evening, she wasn't wearing a sexy negligee, she was totally naked and as I walked into the room she flicked the sheets back to show her body to me. I undressed quickly and I got on top of her and fucked her. As usual, she loved me and kissed me as I fucked her but I didn't really rock her boat and finished off in her quite quickly.

Twenty minutes later we heard my father enter the next bedroom, Pritty looked at me and suddenly she began to bounce on the bed, I wasn't even on it with her, she was making the bedsprings groan under her bouncing, then she began to make all the little noises, the grunts and squeals that I had heard her making with so many boys over the preceding weeks. I quickly realised that Pritty was playing her role for my father's benefit so that he thought that I was fucking my new bride and giving her all the pleasure that she desired.

I got back into bed with my wife and we kissed and cuddled, "I love cuddling with you, do you want to do it again?" I smiled and nodded my head, she pushed me onto my back and she straddled my hips, she began to bounce up and down again, rubbing her fanny against my abdomen, at first she was pretending to climax but then she actually started to cum, she pushed back and my cock slipped into her body and she went wild, she was almost at the point where she was going to scream when I fired off into her and she calmed down a little, as she kissed me, she whispered, "Do you think your father is impressed with his stallion of a son?" We both giggled and fell back into cuddling each other.

Pritty acted for my father's benefit four more times before midnight and twice more before breakfast. As we sat to eat, Pritty had a huge grin on her face as did my father, I just blushed every time any of the other guests looked in our direction.

Once back home in Leicester, I moved across the road and lived with Pritty in her old bedroom until after our son Patrick was born, Patrick as a head nod to Pritty's father whose first name was Pradip, so Patrick was the closest English name. I couldn't leave school until after my fourteenth birthday but for those few months I was learning all about the grocery business from my mother and father-in-law. Once I left school, I began to work full time in the shop, freeing my father-in-law to seek out the next shop in our family empire of stores.

After Pritty and I set up our new home above the new shop in the Belgrave area of Leicester, Pritty set up a dinner party as our housewarming, she had invited my brother Allan and four of his friends, Pritty was the only woman at the party, then, after the meal, she kissed me and said, "Will you be okay looking after Patrick while I show the guys around the flat for an hour or two?" I knew exactly what Pritty wanted, she had been my wife for almost a year at that point and I hadn't given her a single climax with my cock in her cunt in that year. In the past when Pritty had fooled around with Allan and his friends, I had been there watching, I had even undressed her most of the time and I had fucked her first every time but today, I would be feeding our son and burping him while my wife had her brains fucked out by five older boys up in our bedroom.

Allan was an almost constant visitor, often staying over for the weekend with us and whenever he could, he fucked my wife. Pritty and I had five children, three boys and two girls. It made my in-laws extremely happy to have three grandsons, they might not have been so happy if they had realised that the five kids probably had five different fathers. Pritty had a heart attack two years ago, just after her sixtieth birthday and I began to use chat rooms looking for another woman who would be interested in being my wife / girlfriend but still like the idea of being serviced by a wide circle of men, all over sixty.

When I first started chatting to, and reading the stories from Isabella, I had hoped that she would be that woman. Instead, she offered to write my story for me, so I could use it to act as an introduction to women who might be interested in the lifestyle.

I don't know if Geoffrey's story is true or not, as I mentioned at the head of the story, I have changed the names of people in the story, all apart from Geoffrey that is, I did take a trip to Leicester, to see the address that Geoffrey gave me and the shop is still owned by the family after all these years and I also visited the cemetery and saw the ash plot where his wife's ashes are buried with her Asian name and her Anglicised name in brackets, just as he had told me it would be. I have no idea how much of the story is real and how much fantasy, for me the story is total fantasy as I wasn't there to see it but I do hope that the story is an enjoyable distraction for a few minutes. Isabella.

6,500 Words.

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