The country had been at war for six long years. At the start of the 1950s things began to improve. My sister was a helper at our local church. Nothing wonderful just to help out generally with the evening functions in the church hall. I was not over keen on the idea but I  went along with it.

I had never been so bored. My first evening was assisting a group of about thirty stamp collectors? The meeting lasted three hours. I could have screamed. As my sister and I walked home she did her best to lift me out of my gloom by saying that there were many far more interesting groups of people.

I was no stranger to Sunday service and my nephew Richard was in the choir. He had a lovely voice and would often sing solo. Although he was a quiet sort of boy he was a patrol leader in the local scout group.

Once a year the scouts had what they called bob a job week. What it meant was going around the locality, knocking on doors, and asking if any jobs needed doing. 

Obviously I always found little jobs for him and so did his other Auntie Caroline, who was my big sister. it was the first time that I had seen him in his Scouts uniform. I think that he was fourteen

He mowed the back and front lawns for me and I paid him generously because I was quite well off and his mother wasn't. So I suggested that he gave her half the money and the rest to the scoutmaster. 

It was high summer and Richards's mother Martha and I were enjoying a stroll through Blue Bell woods. We were going to be very daring and dip our feet into the cold water of the lake on the east side of the woods. As we chatted away Martha told me something rather surprising.

Apparently Richard had always had a dreadful fear of thunder and lightning. Every time there was a storm at night he would seek refuge and comfort in his mummy's bed. To be afraid of a storm was not unusual, but as he was almost fifteen it was clearly no longer viable.

One Tuesday evening at the Church hall we had a group of people whom I had never seen before.  I can best describe them as social outcasts. They were all from homes locally. That evening there were 27 helpers twenty ladies and seven gentlemen.

Obviously we ladies were very correctly attired. My dress was a daffodil yellow colour with pretty little blue bows around the hem. stockings, suspenders, and high heels were the order of the time. No ladies ever wore jeans or trousers when out socially.

Martha told me not to be too friendly with the visitors. I was not sure what she meant. I circulated like everyone else and although some of the men were clearly not quite right in the head, I had no problems. I got talking to an elderly gentleman called Michael. He told me a little about his rather sad life. Also, he was in a wheelchair.

After talking to him for several minutes he whispered to me, "I need a cigarette can you push me out onto the back lawn it's through that door over there." I was pleased to because I needed fresh cool night air. The church hall being so crowded had become rather stuffy.

It was very dark and rather cold but it felt good. Michael made several attempts at lighting his cigarette but his hand was shaking very badly so I did it for him. I was looking over towards the old monastry which was illuminated by floodlights. It was a place that I had known since my childhood.

Then the unbelievable happened. Michael slipped his hand up my dress and felt me rather firmly through my knickers. I was not going to run away. I never said a word I just kept looking at the old monastery. It was obvious to him that I was a good girl.

He flicked his half-smoked cigarette towards the thicket hedge. He had more important matters to attend too than smoking. He grunted like a pig as he pulled down my knickers and shoved them into his jacket pocket. A prize to be enjoyed fully when he was back in his room in the home.

He pushed two fingers deeply into my well-lubricated opening followed by a single bony finger hard up my arse. His language was dreadful. Michael was clearly not a gentleman. When he pulled out of my cunt and arse he took great delight in licking and sucking my inner taste from his fingers.

I needed to be somewhere and the church hall was no longer the place. I wheeled him back in and saw my sister across the room. I made the excuse that I had a headache and I needed to leave early.  It was good to be out of the place and back in the cold night air.

I walked with some haste towards a row of derelict houses which were due for demolition. There were no longer any street lights in that area. I had a choice of nine properties, I chose house fourteen which was Richards age. I was cautious as I entered the place. It was cold and silent. I soon found my way down the stairs into the cellar.

The smell was pretty awful, I think it had been used as a toilet by tramps perhaps. I was on fire thanks to that bad man Michael. My pretty dress was soon on the dusty old floor swiftly followed by my soft lacy brassiere. My red high heels made a resounding clunk as they hit the far wall. I was naked in a very safe place and I was in heat?

I lay down on the floor it was hard and cold but it added that certain something. My tits came in for some very rough treatment. I twisted my stiff nipples so hard that they caused me pain but it was a pleasing kind of pain. My fingers moved quite slowly towards my clitty which was screaming out for attention. I made it wait?.

I had never known anal pleasure until Michael and I wanted to enjoy it once again. I licked the first two fingers of my left hand before shoving them up my arse. I could wait no longer my stiff clitty responded readily as I teased and tormented it with my fingertips. I shoved two fingers of my right hand deep into my cunt and gave my self a hard rough fingering. I never wanted that night to end.

Reluctantly I pulled my fingers out of my cunt. They were covered in my love juice a perfect lubricant to please my clitty. I had never wanked myself off as hard as I did that night it was the most wonderful experience as I had the most shattering orgasm. My fantasy can only be described as depraved and perverted.

I somehow managed to find my dress and high heels I never bothered with my bra. My legs felt like jelly as I walked the short distance home. A small price to pay you could say.

  To Be Continued.........