Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2012 05:45:33 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part One.

   This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part One.

     Not many people get to have the story of their life written, and made
into a film at the same time. I've often read a book and wished that I
could see the film as I go along. You usually have to wait a couple of
years for this to happen. I was lucky in this respect by having the writer,
Amy, the film director, Carol, along with her husband, Peter, as very close
friends for this to happen.

     I didn't agree to the title of this book, I was out voted. It's
somewhat yucky, and I don't look a bit like Judy Garland. She didn't appear
in any porno films either. (To my knowledge, that is.) You can see for
yourself if you've bought the film as well as this book. But then, only if
you bought it abroad, as it wasn't allowed to be sold in this country, the
film that is. We made that film here, but the censors wouldn't allow it to
be shown, so you either saw it on the continent or smuggled in the video.

     Parts of my life have already been written by Amy in her book, "The
Cleaner", which you'll have to forgive me for going over it again for those
who haven't read it yet.

     I was born on the 3rd of September, 1969 in South London. I went
through the usual traumas of being the youngest child having two elder
sisters. My father worked for the Post Office and my mum did as little as
possible. There were constant fights between them over money that should
have been spent on the rent, not on our clothes. Meals were irregular and
the schooling was haphazard and I tried to keep out of the flat that we
lived in when dad came home at night by doing as much baby sitting as I
could. It gave me pocket money but also led to me
  losing my virginity when I was fourteen.

     The Powell's had a small girl that I looked after twice a week and
they also had a son, Michael, who was sixteen, but Mr Powell was his
stepfather as she had been married once before.

     Michael was always very nice to me, saying that the dress I was
wearing was very pretty, or that he liked the way I had done my hair that
night, things like that. He also bought me sweets and the occasional beer
and would sit with me on the settee watching television. As time went on he
got more familiar by putting his arm round me and giving me a cuddle and
the odd kiss on the cheek.

     He was a good-looking boy and I suppose I was flattered at the
attention he had started paying to me. I realise now that he was more
attracted to my breasts, which were quite pronounced, for which I had to
wear a bra. On the settee, his hand would slide up under my jumper and hold
my breast, outside of the bra, but soon it was under it and on my bare
flesh. We would kiss and cuddle with him lying on top of me on the floor
where we would finish up. His hand would be kneading my breast while moving
his hips on mine, and I could feel his lump as I called it, hard against my
belly. I know he came in his trousers quite often doing this as he would
grind his groin into mine and shudder when he shot his load.

     It wasn't long before he asked me to play with it for him as we sat
side by side on the settee and he pulled out his dick, hard as an iron bar
but very soft skinned and I thought, wow. It's big.

     As it was the first erection I had ever seen and touched, I was awed
by the size and strength of it. He put my hand on it, closing my fingers
around the thick shaft and gently guiding my hand up and down in the motion
that I now know is called wanking, or jerking off. As I said, the skin was
soft and had a silky feel as it moved up and down the muscle that was on
the inside. As my hand pulled this covering down, it partly revealed the
head with its one winking eye. This loose skin at the top he called his
foreskin and when he was really excited, it would roll back and expose the
red glistening head. So with his guidance, he let me jerk him off.

     I wasn't prepared for the mess he made of my skirt, his trousers and
the settee. He moaned and shuddered, twitched and jerked, and suddenly this
stream of fluid spewed out of this eye of his cock. It shot every-where and
as I gave out a little scream, he gave out a groan and lay back with his
eyes closed. His hot cock was still jumping about in my hand, pumping this
stuff out till it became a dribble that covered my hand, and I learnt from
that to always have his handkerchief ready.

     Of course as time went by, he made further advances towards me,
hammering at my defences, as they say, till I finally agreed to let him
have his way with me. I was lying on my back as usual, with him on top of
me, my sweater pushed up under my armpits and my bra up around my neck as
he drooled over my bare tits. He couldn't pull my skirt and panties off
quick enough as with frantic haste he pulled off his trousers and
underpants and knelt down between my open legs, his cock bouncing up and
down as it throbbed.

     As he started to move forward, his arms either side of me, his cock
was starting to dribble, his mouth was starting to dribble and I began to
babble.

     `Put something on.'

     `What? What do you mean?' he said, the head of his penis starting to
nuzzle my pussy.

     `Put a condom on,' I shouted, pushing him back. At least I had learnt
something at school about protected sex.

     `What's that?' he said. `Oh.' I saw the penny drop. `Oh, you mean a
johnny. Bloody hell. What did I do with it?'

     He started to frantically search his trouser pockets till he
triumphantly held up a well-creased packet that must have been in his
possession for at least a year judging by the state of it. He ineptly
fumbled with the packet, trying to open it with his trembling fingers. He
gave that up and used his teeth to tear it apart and release the rolled up
piece of rubber. It was difficult for me not to laugh watching him trying
to unroll this greased rubber onto his jerking, wet hard on. I think that
his hand movements in trying this caused him to ejaculate.

     His sperm shot out taking the rubber out of his fingers and throwing
it onto my stomach. The look of dismay and frustration on his face as he
kneeled there, his cock jerking and spraying out his load was so funny, I
just couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing, as my stomach and thighs
got coated with his coming, which didn't go down too well with him.

     `I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' he kept mumbling as he tried to stem the flow
and wipe me clean at the same time. Even though I was laughing, I still
felt a pang of disappointment that he hadn't managed to complete his
intentions. Even though I had played hard to get, I did so want him to do
it. I wanted to know what the other girls had whispered about and how it
felt to have a man's prick inside me. How I would respond in my mind and
how would my body react? How let down I felt as my laughter turned to
tears.

     Michael fell down next to me and cuddled and kissed me, repeating over
and over how sorry he was but that it would be better next time. He
wouldn't rush or get so excited. There would be another time, wouldn't
there, he begged?

     There was and this time he was better prepared. The rubber was already
out of its packet and he rolled it on before he had the full erection. I
was in the same position, flat on my back, sweater up with my bra round the
neck and knickers cast aside.

     He shuffled forward on his knees forcing my thighs to move further
apart as he moved his hands up by my body till he was resting on his
elbows. I started to tremble as I felt the head of His cock nudge in
between the lips of my sex. He rested his cheek against mine as he cooed
softly into my ear and gently started to ease forward. I felt the large
head of his cock enter into me and come up against my hymen and he paused a
moment with me still all a tremble at the moment of truth before me.

     `Don't hurt me,' I begged as he took a deep breath and pushed
forward. There was a quick sharp pain as he broke through and his full
length slid up into me until our groins met. I know I sobbed as his full
weight came down on me and I could feel that hard flesh throbbing inside of
me, sending up wave upon wave of heat into my belly. A fire seemed to have
started inside of me, also an itch that only his tool could scratch. He
still lay there crushing me and I had to make a move just to
  breathe. My movement started him moving and his hips went back pulling
his shaft with him, creating a suction that teased my insides. My vaginal
muscles spasmed to try and hold him there, but being the first time that
they had ever been used had no effect whatsoever. His cock started to slide
out and I gave out a small cry, but smothered it as he thrust it back into
me again. Then again and again and again. The itching was being soothed and
I started to get funny feelings of excitement in my lower body.

     But with it being his first time with me, he couldn't sustain himself
and with one huge shove, he buried himself as deep as he could and went
rigid as his sperm filled the condom.

     His hands by then were grasping the edges of my bra which was now
tight across my throat, almost strangling me as he shuddered his way
through his orgasm. I could feel the pulse and throb of his cock as he shot
his load and it was such a lovely feeling, but I didn't come of course. It
was a couple of years later before I had a man that could give me an
orgasm, but we`ll get to that in time.

     He let his weight down on me and released his hold on the bra, letting
me get my first decent breath and I've hated bra's ever since. Now that I
could breathe, I relished the weight of him and of his large cock buried
deep inside of me. I was content that it was all over and that I was now a
woman.

     `I am a woman!' I wanted to shout out. I wanted the whole world at
that moment to know that I was now a part, a complete part of the feminine
society. I could now discuss with others the pros and cons of all the
subjects that I had previously be excluded from.

     I had enjoyed the experience. I had just lost my virginity. Been
fucked, to use the vernacular that most men seem to use in a derogatory
sense.

     I loved Michael then and I loved all men who had prick's like that as
well. I kept saying to myself, `I've just been fucked, and I liked it and I
wanted to be fucked every day for the rest of my life.'

     Reality soon came back to me as Michael lifted himself up and pulled
out. I whimpered as he withdrew leaving me with that empty feeling, the
sticky condom being dragged across my leg as he rolled over onto his
back. I couldn't shout out to the world for Christ's sake, I was only
fourteen. Mum would have a fit if she knew, and Dad? Well he'd kill me. So
I said to myself, it's my problem and it's done now. At least I had the
sense to insist on the condom so there wouldn't be a baby, but I still
hugged myself mentally at the fact that I had done it.

     Michael stirred and rolled onto his side facing me and stroked my hair
as he kissed me.

     `How was it for you?' he asked.

     I didn't know then, that that is the most asked of question that a man
asks a woman just after they have had sex together. I must have been
programmed before birth because I gave the standard answer.

     `Great! Just great,' though I did mean it at that time. Well, I didn't
have any other experience of full intercourse to make any comparisons, did
I? But it was great. My first, but not last fuck, and I wanted it again and
said so.

     `Wow. I mean great, but, I only bought one rubber with me. Anyway,
it'll take some time before I can get it up again,' Michael said as he got
up and left the room. I noticed that he had a spotty bum, but that didn't
put me off. He came back in a few minutes later minus the condom. His dick,
I say dick because when it's small, that's how I think of a man's penis. If
it's erect, then it's a cock. Well I don't know what prompted me to do what
I did but it just seemed to come naturally. I was still lying there on the
floor but I sat up and pulled off my sweater and that now hated bra and
beckoned him over to me as I laid back down again. I was now completely
naked.

     `Take off your shirt,' I said, `and come here.'

     He took his shirt off and stood naked himself above me. I indicated
for him to stand astride of me, which he did and I looked up at his dick
hanging out over his balls above me and motioned for him to lower himself
onto my stomach, so he was now on his knees astride my chest.

     With my hands pushing my tits together, he got the idea and leaned
forward, arms rigid by my sides, and nestled his dick in the cleft between
my breasts. I then used a rolling motion of my hands making my breasts
squeeze his prick until it became a cock. I could see and feel it begin to
pulse and grow, until it was again, a large rigid tool that mesmerised
me. That winking eye of the head as it opened and closed as the foreskin
moved back and forth.

     His own body now started to rock, so I just kept my hands tight
against my breasts, holding him firm as he brought himself to his orgasm,
shooting his load up onto my neck, some of it splashing my face.

     He still grunted and groaned as he came, but thankfully didn't
collapse on me this time. I felt round with my hand and found something to
wipe myself with and glad it was his underpants and not something of
mine. As he un-straddled me and flopped down beside me, I sat up and
finished off cleaning myself and licked a drop of his semen off my upper
lip and found it somewhat salty.

     Then after a while of kissing and cuddling, him telling me what a
great fuck I was and that he loved me, repeated over and over while I was
saying the same to him. I think you do when it is your first time.

     After that, there was no stopping us. Whenever, whatever, wherever. We
even stopped the lift in the flats between the fourth and fifth floor, and
did it standing up. Knickers off, legs up round his hips as he held me up
against the side and slid into me. That was a grand fuck that was.

     We were an item as I think the phrase went in those days. Always
together, after school, weekends and the odd party. It was at a party, one
of Stu Campbell's that we broke up.

     Michael had made excuses over the past two weekends for not being able
to go out with me. Green as grass, I believed them till Stu's party. The
snidey bitch Caroline Havers sidled up to me and, smirking, said that
Michael had a new girl friend now. I told the girl to fuck off.

     `See for yourself,' she snickered.

     Stu's parents were away for a long weekend, so there was quite a large
crowd of us drinking his booze and dancing to the latest records. Most of
us smoked, so it was very hazy in the large stuffy room. Then through a gap
in dancing couples, I saw Michael snogging with Felicity Cooper. Not just
snogging, but giving her a deep tongue in the mouth job. His hand was
active under her sweater as well.

     I went ape shit and stormed over to them. Pushing my way through the
crowd oblivious to the protests that followed in my wake. I swung a
haymaker right in below his ribs and he near choked her with his gasp as he
broke free and started to fold up. I pushed him so that he fell sideways
onto the floor.

     `Bastard!' I shouted at him. `As for you, you cow,' and I then laid
into her. My left fist caught her beautifully in the right eye and her head
snapped back against the wall. She managed to parry my next blow and got
her hand caught in my hair, and pulled. This pulled my head forward to
perfectly nut her on the nose that immediately poured forth the red
stuff. Her other hand had grasped the front of my blouse.

     At this point, a very strong pair of hands gripped my shoulders, and
jerked me backwards. Felicity's clutched hand on my blouse didn't give way,
but my blouse did. The front was literally torn off as I was pulled
back. Felicity slid to the floor, her tears adding to the flow of blood,
choked sobs spraying it all out over herself.

     With my own blood roaring in my ears, I could hardly hear the cheers
and ribald shouts as I swung round on the person holding me. My blood
splashed tits swinging wildly and heaving with my temper as I broke free
from the grip.

     Oblivious to my naked front, I could only stand there and stare at the
most incredible pair of blue eyes I have ever seen. They weren't piercing,
as you read in novels, but they were compelling. I could only stand there,
breasts heaving as I lost myself in the understanding that I felt they
held. I couldn't move as he came in close, shielding my naked front from
the others.

     `That was some punch you've got there,' he said in a deep voice, his
arms around me pulling my chest close up to his.

     `Forgive me for stopping you, but I think you would have killed her
with the next blow.' I looked back over my shoulder at Felicity being
attended to by a couple of other girls. I couldn't see Michael. I hoped he
could see me in the arms of this gorgeous hunk of a man. I turned back to
look again into those eyes, and to see that they now had grey flecks in
them when seen up close. They were evenly spaced below lightly fuzzed
eyebrows, dark brown like his hair which was swept back in the latest
fashion. His nose was in the right place, just above the smiling mouth with
lovely white teeth showing between his parted lips.

     `Remind me not to get on the wrong side of that left hand,' he
grinned. `I believe your name is Angela? Mine is Rupert. I don't think we
should shake hands at this moment, but that we should slowly dance our way
out to the hall where I have my coat, so that I can cover those beautiful
orbs that are burning their way into my heart at this very moment, from the
gaze of the peasantry.'

     Lost in that voice, I allowed him to guide me out of the room and into
the hall. Still holding me tight to his chest, I didn't resist when he
lowered his head and kissed me. My legs melted at his kiss and I reached up
my arms to circle his neck, my breasts throbbing as they scratched against
his shirt. I could also feel a wetness between my thighs, a warmth
spreading in my stomach and the itch start in my pussy. I opened my mouth
wide and let him tongue me deeply as I ground my hips into him and could
feel his hardness there. I wanted him so badly, I started to tremble.

     I think he must of thought I was feeling the cold, because he quickly
released me and grabbed a coat off the hall peg and wrapped it round me,
taking a good look at my tits as he did so. I wanted him to look, to touch,
to fondle and nuzzle. I clung to him and let him lead me out of the house
and down the drive.

     It was a lovely evening. An unusual warm spring and the sky clear and
the stars shining brightly in their place with the moon low on the
horizon. Perfect for lovemaking, I thought, as we walked, his arm round
me. I didn't resist as he led me off the gravel and onto the grass, away
towards the trees. We stopped just before the tree line and he kissed me
again, and again I melted. Leaning in close, I just let him ease me down
onto the soft grass and continue his masterful use of his lips on my ears,
eyes and throat.

     His coat opened as I lay there, my breasts open to the air and he
lowered his head and slowly caressed my nipples with his tongue, making
them stand up proud and tingle. I didn't stop him as his tongue travelled
down between my mounds and down to my navel. He didn't stop there. His
hands undid my skirt, and lifting my hips, let him pull that and my panties
down over my feet.

     He then continued kissing me right into my bush and spreading my legs,
used his tongue up into what is known as my private parts. With fingers and
tongue on my love bud, he drove me wild. I couldn't help my thrashing about
as I had an orgasm. It was incredible. This was the first time I had come
without a cock inside of me.

     I lay in a daze as I felt his wet mouth start to trail back up my
stomach. I could hear the rustle of his clothes as I guessed he was taking
off his trousers. His thighs were warm against the coolness of mine as he
came upon me. His erection hard on my leg as he moved up and I felt it
nudge my wet open lips and moved my legs and felt him move in. It was
huge. The head of his cock stretched me and then he was in and his whole
length followed and filled me. I lay back there and looked at the stars as
he moved in and out of me. I was in rapture as we fucked.

     My legs went up and out to allow his as much room as possible to ram
himself hard up into me. I followed his movements, pushing down as he
pushed up. I could feel the sweat pop out between my breasts as we fought
each other on the greensward.

     I don't know who won the battle as our bodies clashed and our sweat
mingled. He came at the same time as I did and felt his shuddering spurts
as mine surged down and out.

     I didn't mind his weight on me, not with that thick hardness
inside. Though it was no longer throbbing and pulsing, but I still liked
the fulfilment, the presence of it inside me. My mind drifted off comparing
what was inside of me to what Michael had, and that this one of Rupert's
was the better. Not only in size, but in the way he used it inside me. His
kissing, and when he went down on me, which Michael hadn't done, all added
up to make me glad that I was now free of Michael.

     I shivered and told Rupert that I was now feeling a bit cold, so he
rolled off and we got dressed. He gave me his shirt to wear as I threw my
torn blouse into the trees. He drove me home, and after a good ten minute
good night kiss, we promised to see each other another night.

     `Stupid, stupid, stupid,' I said to myself, after he had driven
away. `You didn't get his phone number!'

     I found out a few days later, that he had only been visiting in the
area and had since gone back up North. I still remember with affection,
that glorious night. Now that I'd had two men, I could now see that
techniques could differ as did the size and what they could do with their
pricks. I was shocked when I saw my first circumcised male, but found that
it made no difference to the performance, though it did appear that the
uncircumcised prick was a bit less sensitive than those with a
  foreskin. That was proved when one man/boy tried to rape me and with me
being dry, he tore his g-string and bled like a stuck pig when he tried to
force himself on me. But that is a later story. Well it wasn't really
later. It was only two boys after Rupert that again, at another party. I
had had too much to drink and didn't realise that I had led this boy on. I
had gone upstairs to the loo and was just about to go downstairs, when this
bedroom door suddenly opened, and I was pulled inside. Before I knew it, I
was flat on my back, my panties torn down and this boy trying to force
himself into me. I struggled as best as I could, but he managed to get his
prick between the lips of my vulva, pushing as hard as he could, when he
gave a little scream and pulled back and fell back onto his heels. I sat up
and could see that his foreskin had rolled right back onto his shaft and
blood was pumping out from the underside. I scrambled up throwing my torn
panties aside.

     `Better put cold water on it Boy,' I shouted at him, and left him
sobbing. So there must be some advantage to being circumcised as well as
being somewhat cleaner.

     But it was Rupert who I sadly missed, even if it was only a one night
stand. I went with one more boy before I left school but he was so
pathetic, I won't even give his name. He didn't say so, but I think it was
his first time.

     Well I left school at fifteen and went to work as a shelf filler in
the local supermarket. It wasn't a very big shop like those that have large
parking lots and the like. I'm not naming what chain the supermarket
belonged to for a free advertisement because they wouldn't pay anything for
a `plug' in this book or film.

     There were only two tills with cashiers, the manager and me. As I
filled the shelves, the customers' emptied them. It was fun at first, but
soon became boring and Saturday's were the worst. The shelves emptied
quicker than I could fill them and the manager would shout at me to work
faster. It got so bad, that one night I just broke down and cried and
between sobs, told him to stick the fucking job up his arse. He led me into
his office and tried to calm me down. He held me as I cried and patted my
back and stroked my hair as I leaned against him. Of course, as I am
crying, my chest is heaving up and down against his shirt front, and
through my tears, looking down, I could see that he was getting a hard on.

     Many thoughts raced through my mind as I saw his straining
erection. What, how and when was the running thought as I let my hand drop
down and brush his trouser front as I moved around.

     `I'm sorry,' I stammered between sobs. `I didn't mean what I said. I
have tried, really I have. What more can I do for you,' as my hand brushed
across his front again.

     `No Angela,' he said, still stroking my hair, `It's me who should
apologise. I shouldn't have shouted at you like I did. Come, sit down.'

     There was only one chair in his small office and he sat down and
pulled me onto his knee. Well, thigh really and I could feel his erection
tight up against the side of my leg.

     `Saturday is always a bad time. They don't give me enough scope to
employ any more staff.'

     My hand now lay on his crotch, and as my head lay nestled into his
shoulder, I started to move my hand. He gave a groan and twisted my face
round to his and kissed my wet cheek.

     `Angela,' he moaned into my ear, as he tried to nibble it. `Angela,'
he said again. I kept slowly moving my hand as he now kissed me on the lips
and put his hand up onto my breast. I unzipped his fly and, with a
struggle, pulled out his organ. Big, with its fiery head throbbing as it
lay there in my hand.

     `Oh Angela, darling. You don't know how much I've dreamed of you doing
this,' he whispered. I gripped his shaft and moved my hand up and down, the
muscle, hard as a rock under the moving skin. Now this was going to be a
first for me I thought as I slid off his lap, not letting go of his shaft
as I knelt between his legs and looked down on this pulsing cock in front
of my face. The other girls, at school had talked of giving head, and now
here was I about to try it.

     I gave a quick nervous swallow and bent my head and took him into my
mouth. There was a sweet taste from his first juices that I instantly
liked. I sucked and licked this off the head as he filled my mouth, bobbing
up and down, trying to take too much in the first time, and it made me
gag. I soon got the rhythm and with my hand and teeth brought him up and
over the edge, his hands gripping my head in a vice as he shot his load. I
felt it hit the back of my throat as it surged out in spasms and I had to
swallow because I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't really taste it
either at the time. I massaged and sucked till he eased off the pressure on
the side of my head, and then licked the head dry of the last drops of his
coming. Then I could taste the slight saltiness of his semen as I gave his
still erect cock a last nibble before putting it back into his trousers and
zipping him up.

     I lifted my still wet face, and now wet lips up to him and he gave me
a tired smile in return.

     `Angela. If I shout at you every Saturday night, will you do the same
again?' he asked with a grin. I think my eyes were sparkling when I
replied, `If I were a cashier, I might.'

      I realised, kneeling there between his legs, that not only was what
was between my legs sought after by men, but also that my mouth was just as
good if not better. Man is a fool, I thought. Their brains are in their
dicks. Take control of their dicks and you can get them to do what you
want. Well that's the theory anyway, but it doesn't always work out that
way as I found out later in life, but that is what I believed in at that
time.

     So I became a cashier and banged the manager once a week, plus I got
my groceries free But nothing lasts. Three months later we were told that
we were closing down and I was out of work.

     I can't remember even now, how many jobs I drifted through during the
next two years. The one that sticks out, apart from my tits, which caused
part of my problem, was when I was a waitress.

     At seventeen and a half, my bust size was a thirty-eight and the only
time I could see my pussy was when I looked at it in a mirror. My waist was
a trim twenty inches and, though I say it myself, I had a nice pert
bum. This got pinched so much during the day, that I quite often had to use
an ice pack when I got home at night to keep the bruising down. It was this
bum pinching plus the hands being put under my short skirt for a grope,
that made me finally smash a tray (with contents) over one of the most
obnoxious customers' that ever walked into the place. Before
  the owner could sack me, I walked out.

     One of my late customers' had told me that I should be working in a
pub. With my figure, I shouldn't have much trouble in getting punters into
the place. If not a pub, then go on the game. Well I didn't fancy
that. Selling my body to perfect, or imperfect, strangers seemed a horrible
idea to me as I'd rather pick my own men folk, thank you.

     So after a few days mooning about the flat, I went to The King's Head
and asked the landlord if there was a job available. That is the pub
down... well you know where it is.

     I went in the morning before opening time and saw Mr Swain, Dave, that
is, the landlord. I'd dressed up smart like, but not tarty like you see
some of the barmaids depicted on t.v. Of course, the first question he asks
me is how old am I.

     `Eighteen,' I replied.

     `No you're not, Angela. You're only just over seventeen. Don't forget
I've lived round here for quite some time. I know both your mum and dad and
exactly how old you are.'

     Well he looked me up and down, not speaking for a few minutes, his
eyes travelling up my legs to the short skirt, then lingering on my bust. I
blushed at the way I think I was being mentally undressed. I wanted the
job, so I kept my own eyes down.

     `I'm sorry Angela. But I can't employ you as a barmaid. You're
underage. My hands are tied on that score,' He saw my crestfallen face and
said quickly, `but what about working in the kitchen for the next few
months till you are eighteen. Then you can work behind the bar.'

     `Oh thanks Mr Swain,' I replied gratefully, `you won't be
disappointed.'

     So next morning I started work at ten o'clock. I had to help clean the
pub before it opened, and then cook from twelve till four. From four till
six was the time spent preparing the next day's `specials' and veg. It
wasn't hard work and I really enjoyed myself. Dave showed me the cellar and
explained how it worked. All the kegs with pipes coming out and going up
into the bar, how they worked, and how to change barrels etc.

     Now Dave was about forty years of age and had a nice trimmed beard,
and at least six-foot tall. The cellar roof was only about five and a half,
so he had to stoop most of the time. Now you'd think after being there for
nearly ten years he'd have learnt to keep his head bent. I'd been there
three months now when he came into the cellar with me and really cracked
his head on a beam.

     Down he went like a sack of potatoes, a gash on his hairline starting
to bleed. I quickly soaked a cloth and cradled his head in my lap and
carefully staunched, the blood flow. He wasn't knocked out, but not quite
conscious. It was a good five minutes before I could get him to stand
up. But that was too soon, because he stumbled and fell. This time, taking
me down with him. It was me that suffered now. I sort of twisted him as he
went and finished up on my back with him knocking all the wind out of me.

     I managed not to bang my head on the concrete floor as we landed, him
on top of me. I'm lying there gasping for breath and he's squashing me with
his glassy eyes looking into mine. I watched them as they went from that
state and slowly start to focus, his brain beginning to register the
position we were in. He leaned up onto his elbows, taking a little of the
weight off me.

     `Sorry about that Angela,' he said, his speech little slurred, `did I
hurt you?'

     `Nooo,' I stammered, but felt more concerned for him, `are you
alright?'

     `A bit woozy, but okay, I think.'

     I knew he was coming round properly, because I could feel his body
responding to the position he was in. He was getting a hard on and his eyes
dropped down to my tits, which he was still partly lying on, the pressure
of his body was pushing them up and almost out of my halter top.

     `What a beautiful sight,' he breathed, `and they're real too.' I
blushed and stammered something inane like, `of course they are, can't you
feel them?'

    `Not properly like this,' he replied. He lifted himself up off me and
stood up, stooping this time, and helped me up.

     `If you're still groggy,' I said, turning my back to him, `put your
hands
  on my shoulders.'

     Meaning to lead him out of the cellar. He did as I said, and placed
his hands on my shoulders, and I started to move off, but he didn't. He
just hung onto them, holding me back and standing still and I felt him move
up close behind me till our bodies were touching and felt his warm breath
on my neck as he kissed me there. I tilted my head slightly to one side and
let my body lean back into him. He still had a hard on as I could feel it
pressing into my bum.

     As he kissed me, his hands slid down my arms and onto my bare midriff
then up under my halter and cupped both of my breasts. His hands were big,
but he still couldn't cover them completely and he gave out a moan as he
lifted and gently squeezed them. His forefingers flicking my nipples,
making them rise up to hard buttons and moved his hips into toward me,
pushing his erection harder against me. I uttered a groan from deep in my
throat as I felt myself getting wet between my
  thighs and that familiar itch starting in my groin. My arms hung loose as
I moved my bum against his groin, making him give out some more grunts as
he pushed back towards me with his hips.

     `Move over to the kegs,' he said in a strangled voice.

     So I shuffled forward with him still holding on to my breasts, his
front tight up me. I stopped at the kegs and leaned forward and grasped the
sides of the barrel knowing what he wanted to do. His hands then pulled out
from under my top and my legs began to quiver with anticipation at what was
to come. I heard the rustle of his clothing and then felt the hem of my
skirt being lifted up onto my lower back. The little wisp of panty, that
was now soaking wet, was pulled aside, and I felt the head of his cock prod
me.

     I wiggled slightly, and it slid inside of me. With his hands now up on
my waist, he pushed forward and the whole length of his shaft penetrated
me. It was lovely as it had been some time since a cock had thrust its way
into me. My whole being throbbed in time to the pulse of his penis as he
worked it in and out. The waves of warmth were building up from there as he
shafted me. I pushed my bum back to meet him as he came forward, the
muscles inside of me trying to grip his slippery shaft. Faster we moved as
the pressures mounted and I gave out a scream as the waves of my orgasm
flowed out of me and he rammed up tight to me as he came, his cock hard and
solid up inside me jetting out his sperm.

     My hands ached from the tight grip I had on the sides of the barrel
and I was panting heavily as he gave a final shudder and stood rigid,
holding me tight to him.

     I gave out a little cry as he withdrew from me, and I felt my dress
flop back over my rear. I stood up and turned round as he zipped himself
up. I saw that he now had a swelling on his head, but the angry gash had
closed up and I reached up and gently touched it. As I did so, his arm slid
round my waist and pulled me into him so that he could kiss me.

     `Thank you Angela, you were an angel helping me in more ways than
one.'

     I glowed inside. Not just from the fuck we just had, but also for
those strong arms that gave me a strange comfort. He had called me an
`Angel', and that is what he called me from then on.

     I was introduced to the customers of the pub by that name at the party
that Dave threw for me on my eighteenth birthday. It was in the pub of
course, but I wasn't working, just drinking and soaking up the
congratulations and comments on my obvious endowments. Dave telling them
that there were brains behind the beauty, so not to come the old acid when
I started work the following night. There were also a lot of lewd comments
and suggestions made by the men, frosty looks and
  whispers behind hands from some of the old harridans that were also in
the bar.

     Especially from Dave's wife, the sourpuss. I haven't mentioned her
before, but that's because I'd only seen her twice since I started to work
there six months before. She spent most of her time upstairs in the flat,
not even bothering to get dressed most days. No wonder Dave was grateful
for that fuck we had in the cellar, and I knew we would have some more in
the future, only I would pick the time and place next time.

     It was a great party. I don't think I was self-conscious being the
centre of attraction, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, though I must tell
you the joke that caught me out.

    "The landlord of a pub advertised for a new barmaid and there were
three applicants. He asked the first girl, `If at the end of your shift,
you found that there was five pounds over in the till, what would do? A/
Put it in your pocket as a `perk' of the job? B/ Give it to the landlord?
C/ Say nothing about it?' Now this was also asked of the other two
girls. All three gave a different answer to the question. Which one got the
job? The answer was, the one who got the job was the girl with the biggest
tits."

     The crowd of fellows broke into howls of laughter and I had to blush
as it was obviously aimed at me. It was great fun.

     Dave was good, because when it came time for closing, I was then
rather the worse for wear. So he had two blokes he could trust to see that
I got home safely without being taken advantage of in the state I was
in. Which they didn't, and I was grateful for that. Dave didn't know, but I
gave them a free pint when they came in the next night. Sods. After they
had drunk them, they told me that Dave had also given them a pint each for
seeing me home. So I had to laugh at being caught.

     The next time I had sex with Dave was on New Year's Day, after
closing. The pub had been crowded to see in the New Year and we had two
extra bar staff on, but we were still rushed off our feet, the four of
us. `Sour-puss', as I called Dave's wife behind her back, didn't help at
all. She just sat at the bar talking to some of the old biddies and
drank. I think she must have got through a whole bottle of gin before she
fell off the stool and staggered upstairs to bed. She wasn't there at
midnight as a bottle of champagne was opened by Dave, and passed round. I
managed to get one small glass of it, though I already had quite a few
drinks
  bought for me during the evening.

     It was quite a good night, and we finally got the last customer out
about half past one in the morning. Dave had let the other two members of
staff go at one o'clock and I stayed on to help clear up. With the door
finally bolted behind the last one out, Dave got a small bottle of
champagne out and opened it.

     `She's out to the world,' he nodded to the upstairs, `so we'll drink
the New Year in by ourselves with this,' he said pouring out two glasses
and sitting down at the bar.

     I took the glass and drank half down and carried on working. He was
sitting opposite me, watching me as I was bending over the sink, rinsing
glasses before putting them into the tray for the machine. I could feel his
eyes on me as I worked, so with a feigned sigh, I straightened up, hand on
my back and wiped my forehead with the back of my other hand.

     `Whew. It's been bloody warm in here tonight, hasn't it?' I said,
undoing two buttons of my blouse, drank the rest of my drink and bent
forward over the sink again. Now he could see all of my tits moving about
inside my blouse.

     `Have...er,' he cleared his throat, `have another drink.' As he filled
up my glass again.

     `Cheers, and a happy New Year,' I said, raising my glass up awkwardly
so that half of it spilt down my front. `Shit. Oh sorry. Bloody clumsy of
me.' It had splashed down making the blouse stick to me and prominently
showing my nipples through the material, tingling because they were so
hard. Dave gulped down his drink and fidgeted on his stool and I grinned
inwardly because I knew why.

     I refilled my glass and went round to a part of the bar that was in
darkness and just out of sight of Dave. I quickly took off my blouse,
pulled down my skirt and panties and perched myself on the edge of a table.

     `Daaavvve,' I gently called out, `Daaave. Can you come here a minute.'
I took a sip of my champagne and held the glass up ready. I heard him get
off the stool and come round the corner. He stood stock still when he saw
me sitting there, naked, with the glass in my hand.

     `I was going to wash it off, but,' I then slowly tilted the glass and
let the champagne dribble onto my breasts and flow down between them down
to my bush. `I thought you might like to try champagne a' la angel.'

     He put his glass down on the corner of the bar and wobbled his way
over to me. I could see by the look in his eyes that he wanted me as did
the lump in his trousers. I poured the rest of the glass over my chest,
letting it wash down and soak my pussy. I lay back onto the table and half
lifted my leg onto the edge of a chair so that he could see my gateway to
heaven.

     He stumbled forward pulling his shirt off, and dropped down onto his
knees and buried his face deep into my pussy. What a tongue he had. It
swept round my labia and tickled the little bud that caused a ripple, no,
waves of heat upward into my stomach. His beard scratched my inner thighs,
not harshly, but as an accompaniment to the rasping of his tongue. The way
he could twist it in my vagina, I loved it. He then licked the champagne
off my bush and followed the trail up over my stomach to my breasts. Here
he made a meal of it, sucking, licking,
  nibbling and doing everything that could be done with the mouth. My
nipples positively ached from the arousal within me, not just an itch, but
a fire burned.

     I didn't see or hear him free himself, but I could feel his cock
bumping at my sex making me spread my other leg wider and felt him slide
in. My juices making it easy for his shaft to glide its way into my
passage.

     What a moment! To feel that hard throbbing piece of flesh expand my
insides, the electric charge it generated as it went deep into my belly.

     I gasped and wiggled on the table till his balls reached my bottom. I
couldn't help but buck my hips up at him as he began to fuck me. My mind
was already in a whirl from the drinks, now it went crazy. I orgasmed as he
ploughed back and forth. Tides of pleasure pulsated through me with every
push, his groin banging mine, heightening the ecstasy.

     He started to groan and move faster as he built up pressure and with
short, sharp, savage thrusts, his seed shot into me in staccato bursts. I
swear I could feel every jet of sperm as it hit my insides. My arms flailed
about as I arched my back and pushed down hard against his rigid
body. Savouring the hard pump of his cock as it spewed forth. I kept
jerking down on his rigid shaft as it was I that was now fucking him. I
moved faster as another orgasm swelled and suddenly blew my mind away as
the rolls of heat flowed down my body. Even my toes tingled with the sweet
agony of that release.

     I went completely limp. Legs flopped open, my arms hung awkwardly down
the side of the table. Utterly spent, I just lay there. He gave one more
grunt and push, then started to withdraw. I whimpered as his still rigid
shaft pulled out of me and I felt the cool air flow round my gaping vagina.

     I heard him moving about, getting dressed. With my eyes half closed, I
could still see him pull his trousers on folding that shrinking penis
inside before zippering up. I wanted to help him do that, but didn't have
the energy to move. Though move I had to as I was starting to feel cold,
and now, somewhat sober.

     I slowly sat up and watched him put his shirt on. He then bent, and
picked up my blouse and handed it me. Our hands touched as I reached for it
and he dropped it as grabbed my hand and pulled me upright off the table
and held me tight up against him as he kissed me. A hard savage kiss.

     `God I love you,' he whispered through our joined lips.

     Breaking off the kiss, he held me almost in a bear hug, his face
buried in the hair at my neck.

     `I think I've loved you from the moment you first walked through the
door. I wanted you there and then. To hell with everything and
everybody. You've just fulfilled my wildest fantasy. That time in the
cellar was more like a dream after that bang on the head. But tonight!
Tonight, you've made me very happy. I hope that, that somehow you can love
me.'

     He released me from the hug, but still holding me, turned my face up
to his with a slightly wild glazed look in his eyes.

     `Say you love me. Yes? That's it! Move in here,' he carried on
speaking wildly now. `There are plenty of spare rooms. You could move
in. Live in. Please. Please.' He begged.

     `I can't Dave. You're married. Besides, I...I like you very much, or I
wouldn't have done what we just did. It's not love. Please. It wouldn't be
right. People will talk.'

     `To hell what people would talk, or think. We could then...'

     `No!' I interrupted. `I can't. Just can't. We can still have times
like this, but I cannot move in. Please understand. I've got to have some
space for myself.' I could see that the glazed look had gone from his eyes,
but now there was a tiny tear in corner of one. I lifted a hand and stroked
his beard and then gently wiped that tear away.

     `I do like you. Very much so, but it wouldn't work. Let's leave things
as they are. You'll see. Now,' I gently pushed myself away from him, `help
me get dressed.'

     He did as he was told and picked up my clothes from the floor and
passed them to me. His gaze was sorrowful as he watched me cover my breasts
as I put my blouse on, then my snatch as the panties covered it, followed
by the skirt. It took a few minutes to find both of my shoes.

     `Angel,' he said, as we walked to the door, `are you sure you won't
reconsider what I said?' he asked in a wistful, hopeful voice. At the door
I turned and faced him.

     `Dave. There's nothing to reconsider. I won't move in.' I put my hands
up onto his chest. `I like you. I like you one hell of a lot. But it's not
love. You don't love me. I'm just an escape for you. A dream, a fantasy
that's come true. That's all. Now I'm going home.' I gave him a quick kiss
on the bearded cheek as I pulled open the door. `Dream about me tonight,
and you'll see me tomorrow.'

     I was half way home when I shivered with the cold and realised that I
had left my topcoat back in the pub. Too late now, I thought. Halfway home
is better than going back. So hugging myself, I moved a bit faster to get
home. What a cold start to 1988!

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