Forbidden Passion

By Michael J Freeman

Chapters

1. The Schoolgirl

2. First Time

3. Growing & Sex

4. Grassed.

5. Fantasies: Acting Out

6. Ladybirds

7. Fun & Games

8. Mrs Maxell

9. Birthday Girl

10. Handing  in a Body

11. Golden Oil

12. Sunday Tea

13. Grooming

14. In Court

15. Back in Business

The Schoolgirl

Chapter1

Tony glanced at his watch and started to look at the school gates. Then he saw the schoolgirls coming out, modern school girls who wore short skirts and make up wearing white ankle socks.

There she was a really horny girl, he had seen her before and followed home from Dick Shepherd Girls School in Tulse Hill, South London across Brockwell Park. She was walking into the park gates now, on her own like yesterday.

He would watch her waiting for an opportunity to chat to her. As Tony followed her he studied her slim nubile figure, her flat shoes, blonde hair tied in a ponytail at the back.

Tony was twenty five and he had sex a couple of times with women a bit younger than himself but he began fantasizing about schoolgirls a couple years ago and didn’t fancy “milfs” any more. He only watched teen videos now. This girl was like the schoolgirls in the films that he was fantasizing about every night now and masturbating.

He wanted to fuck a real schoolgirl now and have sex with her.

The girl he was following was like the girls in the videos, young versions of Britney Spears, their eyes outlined with mascara, bright lipstick on their lips. The girl was going to the cafe in the big old Victorian house on the top of the grassy hill. He followed her looking at her long slim legs as she climbed the stone steps his eyes fixed on her buttocks as she walked up the steps into the cafe where she bought a cream horn and a cup of tea and sat down.

“Give me a cream horn and a cup of tea please luv” he asked the fat blonde woman behind the bar.

Then picking up his courage he walked towards the girl and stopped in front of her table.

“Do you mind if I sit down here?” Tony asked, smiling down at the girl who was even prettier close up.

“No I don’t mind,” the girl replied smiling.

Tony sat down and giggled. “Look, we both have cream horns,” he said, noticing that the girl had some cream around her mouth. “You have got cream at the corner of your mouth. My name’s Tony by the way” he said pointing at himself a cheeky grin on his   handsome face.

“Thank you and by the way my name’s Carol” she replied giggling and wiping the cream with a paper serviette.

“I love cream horns, don’t you Carol?” Tony said in a suggestive way.

Carol started to giggle.

“Are you coming out with me Friday night, we can go clubbing and a meal afterwards if you want?” Tony said smiling showing a row of white even teeth.

“All right then,” the girl said.

Tony walked the girl home to the house with a wooden gate that opened up onto the park itself but not mentioning that he had followed her yesterday. He had gone back at night climbing over the wall of the closed park hoping to peep on her, perhaps see her undressing but all he had seen was her light going off. “See you here tomorrow about seven then” Tony suggested.

Carol pointed to the park gates. “Out those gates turn left and there is a pub on the corner; I’ll meet you there” Carol promised.

First Time

Chapter 2

Tony sat in front of his computer and went on the tubes and put “schoolgirls' ' in the search engine and a number of sights appeared. He was a regular visitor to the porn tubes and was always looking for new stuff. He found a video of a blonde girl who looked young, around Carol’s age and wearing black eyeliner like her, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and he played with his cock while he watched. The model girl was undressing now, pulling off her blouse and showing pointed breasts. He wondered what Carol’s breasts would be like. Then a guy with tattoos and a shaven head entered the scene. Tony recognized the male model that always did the same routine on every girl he ever met. First he would suck their cunts then get them to suck his big cock and afterwards fuck them in the ass. Tony usually ejaculated at this point but tonight he did not but shut down the lid of his computer.

He would save his sperm for the lovely Carol and perhaps shoot his sperm all over her face like in the porno videos. He thought about the government trying to ban pornography and remembered Claire Perry saying that because many young men were watching pornography then girls of seventeen on a first date were expected to  stand for sperm being ejaculated all over their faces. Tony wondered if girls liked it as the girls in the films appeared to love it. Tony was learning a lot about sex now. How girls liked having their cunts sucked; he had never done that. He imagined licking all around Carol’s smooth hairless cunt and making her come...

Tony’s mobile was ringing. “Hello. Hi, you know who this is?  Look I want a deal; maybe a ton’s worth of what I had last time”

“Okay I’ll be over your place at six thirty,” Tony said, knowing that this customer lived right near the pub in Effra Road.

Tony had been growing weed since he was fourteen. That’s why he had to move out of his parent’s house. He remembered his Dad, telling him that it was him or the weed, no hard feelings as he smoked it himself for his glaucoma and he still went round for “tea” sometimes with his Mum and Dad. His Dad just didn’t want to go to prison for growing cannabis and dealing

 Tony rolled back the carpet and opened the trap door in his bedroom. The trap door was invisible and made by a master craftsman.  He took out the electronic key and it opened with a click.  In his basement he entered a green world where a hundred or so cannabis plants grew. Some were beginning to flower now and the scent was spicy and sweet. He picked up a spray and sprayed the green leaves with water so that droplets sparkled and flashed like jewels. He search at the back of the plants as he watered them looking for a rogue male that had sprouted somewhere at the back to open its anthers and release millions of floating male pollen spores that would drift across the cellar and stick onto all the fine little hairs that the females were growing in order to catch the male pollen. Then he would get seeds, thousands of them and he didn’t want seeds only the best skunk. There were some dried plants hanging on a line and he put the flowering tops on the scale.

He went into the bathroom and had a shower then stepped out to admire his reflection in the mirror, his slightly wavy, fair hair which he combed straight back and secured with a hair band. Tony knew that he looked a bit like Leonardo Di Caprio, one of his favourite actors.

Outside he started up his car and drove out of Leigham Court, the smart private flats where he lived and turned right on to Streatham High Road. The lights were green at Streatham Hill and he drove on the crown of the road around the one way system and headed along Streatham High Road down past Streatham Hill Bus Garage down towards Brixton Hill, a right turn brought him to the pub where he was supposed to meet Carol at seven.

He parked on the forecourt and walked around the corner to the council estate at the back of the pub and going up one of the blocks he knocked softly on a ground flat door.

The door opened and a black guy he knew as Rasta opened the door. “Hi Man, come in,” he said.

Tony entered the flat and followed Rasta to a front room that he had been to regularly over the past two years.

“Coffee” Rasta offered as he usually did before they sat down and had a puff together.

“Sorry Man, I have a date with a beautiful girl,” Tony said with a giggle, giving Rasta the small packet of herbal skunk.

“How much?” asked Rasta as a formality, getting some folded fivers out of a wooden carved box on the table.

“ A hundred” Tony said, then taking the money as he turned on his heel and left. As he walked back to the pub he glanced at his watch it was almost seven.

She wasn’t there yet and he wondered if she would turn up. He stood around the side of the pub as a big red bus obscured his view then when it had gone past he saw Carol crossing the road towards him. He felt a surge of desire filling his body as she had become a nubile woman, pointed breasts pressed against the top of a tight black dress, with a short skirt and a low neckline that showed her firm young breasts thrusting to burst through the thin clinging material. The wind blew moulding Carol’s skirt against her thighs, abdomen and pubic mound.

“What club we going to?” Carol asked.

“The Lightbox down at Vauxhall” Tony replied.

Tony had been to the Lightbox and danced the night away on E’s. He had chatted a couple of young looking girls but he never pulled.

 Inside was crowded with dancers. Then he and Carol were on the floor. “Do you fancy a drink or an E and water?” Tony said, waiting to see what Carol would say.

“An E. Oh goody, wicked” Carol said smiling and wriggling her hips to the beat of the house music.

Tony took Carol’s hand and led her to the bar. “Two Schweppes’ lemon drink with ice and lemon” he ordered. He led her to a table and sat down. He passed her the small blue tablet. “Take it with the water and you will just drink water this evening, they are great. I've already tried them” Tony said.

Carol rose to her feet. “Just going to the ladies room” she said, grasping the glass of bubbling Schweppes.

Tony ordered two coffees and sat back down waiting for Carol to come back.

Tony had heard that girls loved E’s and having sex while high on Es or cannabis and he wondered if he would be able to suck Carol’s smooth cunt tonight. Then he saw her walking towards him.  

 “Okay?” Tony asked as Carol sat down again.

“Yes I feel fine” Carol answered.

Tony studied her face, her brown eyes, wide and circled with heavy mascara and the way she looked at him with hot, burning eyes that said “fuck me.” He was horny now and he knew that she would be soon on an E.

Tony wanted to go into the lavatory and smoke some herb. He had some Es but he couldn’t get a strong erection after taking them and he wanted one tonight.

“I just want to go to the loo for a second or two, I’ll be straight back” Tony promised.

“Okay” Carol replied smiling.

In the cubicle he stood on the toilet seat and blew the smoke out of the vent. This was good organic White Widow and soon he was flying.

 He opened the door to the club and the music went through his body, up and down his spine and he wanted to dance. He walked up to Carol and took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. As they danced he began to touch her body, her thighs and nipples as he spun around. Tony was a good dancer with snake-like hips. A cloud of smoke came up and he kissed Carol passionately, his lips on hers until the smoke cleared.

Carol looked at Tony smiling nervously “It’s working” she said.

“Nice?”  

“Yeah but really strong,” she answered.

Tony looked into her liquid brown eyes that looked loving and so sympathetic to him. “Why don’t we get out of here” he suggested.

“Where to?” Carol asked.

“We are going out to eat aren’t we?” Tony replied.

“Eat no, I couldn’t eat,” Carol said.

“Okay I’ll take you to my place in Streatham” Tony said.

Tony drove on the centre of the road passing when he could. He glanced down at Carol’s thighs seeing a tight black V of silky material and felt a tingle in his genitals. He slowed down as he neared Leigham Court and putting out his left indicator he turned in the private block of flats and drove up to his own parking place.

 “I live on the ground floor,” Tony explained. He opened the door to the apartments and leading her inside unlocked the door of his flat.

“Wow! Is this where you live?” Carol said looking around in awe at what she considered to be a luxurious apartment.

Tony gestured to the expensive black leather settee. “Won’t you sit down?  Can I get you a glass of wine or fizzy drink?” he asked. Carol sat down showing him a generous amount of thigh as she crossed her legs and he could see the black gusset of her G String.

“I’ll have a glass of wine please,” Carol said.

Tony poured out two glasses of red wine then he opened a carved teak box on the coffee table and began to fill the bowl of his glass bong. He lit the big pipe and inhaled deeply which caused smoke to pass through the water and make a bubbling noise.

“That’s a funny noise!” exclaimed Carol giggling.

“Want a puff? It will mellow out the ecstasy” Tony advised passing her the bong.

“Mellow out, that’s what I want” Carol said her lips around the top of the pipe inhaling as Tony held a flame to the skunk then blowing out a cloud of smoke and giggling.

Tony poured out some more wine and then knelt on the floor on the carpet so that his head was level with Carol’s knees. He looked at her thighs and he could see the shine of her skin and slowly slid his hands up her thighs feeling how smooth they were until he reached the thin black gusset of her G String and pulled it to one side. He was surprised to see a bush of fine blonde pubic hairs covering her cunt lips. “Hey you are all hairy down there” he exclaimed.

“Don’t you like it? They started coming when I was eleven a couple of years ago” she replied giggling.

Tony stood up and guided her to the bathroom “Undress and sit down on that chair” he said.

Carol sat down and he got out a razor and a shaving brush and lathered up her pubes.

“Oh God it tickles” Carol gasped, giggling harder.

Tony knelt in between her legs and shaved her carefully until he could feel no more hairs.  “Wash all the soap off in the shower” he said. Then he watched as Carol rinsed off the soap and hairs.

Carol glanced down at herself and giggled again “Oh I’m just like a little girl again!” she exclaimed.

Tony took back into the sitting room and knelt down in front of her and gently parted her thighs looking at her smooth pudenda and her swollen cunt lips. This is what he had dreamed of doing, sucking a young girl’s cunt. He leant forward his lips travelling over her pubic mound then starting to kiss around her slit, her inner thighs then back again before pulling open her cunt lips and begin to lick and suck. Tony had never sucked a girl’s cunt before but he had seen how it was done in the porn movies and soon he began to hear Carol sigh and moan especially when he licked around the little red button of her clitoris. He studied it now as he pulled back the hood. It reminded him of a little cock with a foreskin and all.

Suddenly Tony felt Carol’s hands grasp his head hard and then she ground her cunt into his face.

“Oh yes I’m coming” she gasped.

Tony was really pleased that he had made Carol have an orgasm as he had read that some women never experience one at all during their whole lives. “I made you come!” Tony exclaimed with pleasure.

Carol sat up breathing heavily, her hands feverishly undoing his trousers and pulling them down. She took his big swollen knob in her hands. “I’m going to make you come now Tony” she said and her lips closed over it.  

Tony looked down at Carol’s beautiful face with his erect cock in her mouth and he felt really good as his sexual fantasies were coming true. He studied her lips the way she stroked his cock back and forth and the vigorous way she sucked and the thought crossed   his mind that she had done this before. As he watched her he felt himself going to come. “Oh yes I’m going to come” he shouted then he was coming his spunk shooting out all over Carol’s face.

She opened her mouth and looked up at him, her tongue slowly circling her mouth and licking his sperm off her fingers and face.

Growing & Sex

Chapter 3

Tony looked at the plants and he could see little balls sparkling in the sun through the magnifying glass he was holding. The THC was oozing from the plants and most of them were just coming into flower, producing the fine hairs which the male pollen would stick to if a male anther opened its capsule and released those hundreds of thousands of pollen spores. Tony had made sure that no male plant had survived and so the females were producing more THC to attract bees and other insects. Tony took a scalpel and cutting off a side shoot he carefully sliced it across at every intersection and dipped the cuttings into hormone rooting compound. He had started to grow his plants from cuttings now after watching a video on YouTube about it. He had chosen his biggest and best plant to make the cuttings from a huge White Widow mother plant. All the cuttings would be clones so that they would all be the same strength and flower at the same time. He remembered growing feminized seeds and the need to grow a hermaphrodite that was eighty percent female...

Suddenly the landline rang upstairs and he climbed up the wooden steps into his bedroom and grabbed the phone. “Hello,” he said.

“I want some of your very special herbs to flavour up my food tonight. I’m having a party” the voice said.

Tony didn’t recognize the voice at first then he remembered going over Wandsworth where this guy had a big house. He had ordered anything for a year now. “Yes, I remember you now,” Tony said.

“I want one K?”

“When do you want it for?”

“A.S.A.P!”

“Okay give me an hour and I’ll be there.”

Tony was very careful with his customers and chose them with care. He knew that some of them would sell on to others in smaller deals and were dealers themselves and his smallest deal was a hundred which he was now moving up to two fifty. He was supplying dealers and rich people.

Tony had tried to make it difficult to find out who he was. He had bought his car from the auctions and got it insured by any driver in another name. He could always abandon the car if there was any trouble. The phone number of his mobile that he gave to customers was unregistered. He was selling more now because the herb was becoming popular whereas it was white powders before.  It was cool to pull out a bag of the best skunk at a party whereas it would have been coke a few years ago and Tony didn’t deal in hard drugs.

Tony climbed back down the cellar and began taking dried trimmed flowering tops and placing them on the scale. He weighed out a grand’s worth and put it in a bag.

Tony drove through the South London back streets of Streatham down to Clapham Junction then turned left along Wandsworth Common Road until he remembered the turning that led to a backstreet with several large expensive houses and pulled into the driveway of his customer’s house. He walked up the drive and rang the doorbell and the guy that he remembered. Slightly overweight, his thick hairy bejewelled hand shaking his.

“I have been out of the country and as soon as I arrived back I remembered your excellent skunk.  Tony isn’t it?”

“Yes you have a good memory” Tony replied trying to think of the guy’s name. “My herbs are organic and that’s why they are excellent because a lot of people spray with pesticides that are no good for your lungs” Tony informed the buyer of the excellence of his product.

“Can I try a bit first?” the guy said walking through a set of French windows onto the edge of a fifty yards long swimming pool. He gestured to a chair. “Won’t you sit down Tony?”

Tony suddenly remembered the guy’s name was Victor.  “Here you are Victor,” Tony said, handing him the bag of herbal cannabis.

Victor opened the bag and took out one of the tops and crumbled it into a King Size cigarette paper and began to roll a spliff. “Tastes sweet,” Victor remarked, lighting it and taking a big hit that caused the end of the joint to glow and burn down an inch or so.

Tony watched him and knew that the skunk was really strong and it would hit Victor in a minute.

“Wow man! This is good stuff” Victor exclaimed with a big smile picking a brown paper envelope from the table and giving it to Tony.

“Thanks Victor but I have another appointment” he said putting the envelope into his pocket without opening it and getting to his feet.

“Thanks Tony I can recommend you to my friends. I never sell only give away”

“Sure, give them my number as a friend of Victor. I’ll deliver anywhere in London and Surrey” Tony replied. He was getting all his business by word of mouth about how good his organic skunk was. He drove home knowing that Carol would soon be there.  

The doorbell rang and Tony knew that it would be Carol. She had come straight from school as promised. He opened the door and pulled her inside, pressed his lips against hers, took her hand and led her to the settee.

Tony slid down onto the carpet and pulled up Carol’s pleated school skirt to reveal a pair of white school cotton knickers. He pulled them down while Carol just giggled but did not stop him.

“Tony you are sex maniac” Carol managed to say.

Tony grasped the waistband of her knickers, pulled them down and off her legs and buried his face between her thighs. He remembered sucking Carol’s cunt yesterday, the first time he had ever done it in his life and he was twenty five now. He wanted to do it and see if he could make Carol come again. He put his thumbs on her cunt lips and pulled them wide looking at the pink tissue and the clitoris sticking up as he pulled the hood back. He wanted to drive her crazy and he kissed all around the inside of her thighs and the swell of her pubic mound then began brushing his tongue all around her open cunt  until he was licking her clitoris and circling it slowly with  his tongue.

“Oh yes Tony, suck and lick me” Carol gasped.

As Tony revolved his tongue around her clitoris he felt his cock go really hard. He stood up and urgently ripped off his trousers while feasting his eyes on the beautiful girl dressed in ankle socks and her school uniform smiling up at him, thighs wide apart, her cunt glistening wet with his saliva and her love juices.

“You have a nice big cock Tony” Carol commented, reaching up and grasping it in her small delicate hand and waving it up and down her eyes fixed on it.

“Do you think so” Tony said, pleased that she liked his cock.

“Yes and I love sucking it” Carol said, licking the top like a lollipop and running her tongue around his knob end while looking up at him her eyes hot with sexual excitement.

“Suck it” Tony ordered, looking down at her face.

Carol’s lips slowly enveloped his knob and then swallowed it down to the end.

Tony had seen girls doing this on the porn sites and wondered if they really liked doing it. “You love my big cock in your mouth don’t you?” Tony said, starting to talk dirty as his sexual excitement mounted.

Carol took his wet dripping cock out of her mouth. “I want it up me Tony, fuck me please” she said.

Tony looked down at her inviting wet and shiny cunt and kneeling down in between her legs she slid his cock inside her.

“Oh yes fuck me hard Tony” Carol gasped.

Tony started to fuck her looking down at her face, getting off on the expressions of pleasure, her red mouth open and gasping with pleasure. He started to breathe heavily now and knew that he would come soon and wondered if he better pull out. “Can I come up you Carol?” he gasped.

“Yes I’m on the pill” Carol whispered a sense of urgency in her voice.

“Are you going to come too?” Tony asked, trying to hold back.

“Yes, I’m going to come...”

“I’m going to shoot all my hot sticky spunk right up you” Tony gasped, releasing his sperm in several strong ejaculations...

Grassed.

Chapter 4

His mobile was ringing.”Hello” Tony said.

“Hello Ginger here. I want A.S.A.P 1K okay?”

“Okay I’ll be over in about an hour” Tony promised. Tony went into his bedroom and rolling back the carpet he opened the trap door and climbed down into the cellar. He took some dried tops and put them on the scale. He knew that it was a bit dangerous living in the place where he was growing but if he hired a place then his comings and goings would be suspicious.  

He drove over to Ginger’s flat in Camden Town. Ginger was the most well known dealer in Camden Town and served up in the biggest pub in the high street. But he never got nicked and Tony knew what that meant. He was paying Old Bill, someone on the Drugs Squad at the Yard or from the local nick for a “license” but the word was that if you paid cozzers then they would ask for a body now and again. Some poor peace loving hippy would get his door smashed down by a battering ram at the crack of dawn...

Tony reached Ginger’s flat and rang the doorbell, a door opened inside and footsteps echoed on the lino floor of the passage and the front door was opened by Ginger.

“Hello, come in” Ginger said.

Tony stepped inside and followed Ginger into the front room where they usually did the business and sat down on a settee in front of a coffee table covered in empty beer bottles.

Tony pulled out the bag of skunk and placed it on the table.

Ginger put the bag on a scale as he always did then took out a fat wad of banknotes and gave them to Tony.

Tony got to his feet immediately the deal was done. “See you again soon Ginger” he said walking out of the room down the lino laid passage and pulling back the Yale lock and letting himself out.

 Tony walked to his car, got in and drove off. He always drove carefully so not as to attract attention from the fuzz. As he drove he was always on the alert in case he was followed and as he took a third turning the same set of headlamps turned as he turned. Tony was on full emergency alert now. “Perhaps they are just taking the short cuts that I know?” Tony wondered.

 He turned onto the main road and they were still following but keeping well back. Once Tony was certain that he was being followed then he immediately switched into plan B. He had to lose this tail and he slowed down to the speed limit until he crossed over Vauxhall Bridge then he cruised through a red light, not screeching away but appearing to be totally unaware that he was being followed.  Then once around the bend and going up South Lambeth Road he accelerated away up to Stockwell and was soon lost in the backstreets of South London.

He felt happy now that he had lost the fuzz or some gangsters who would put the heavy on him. Most dealers dealt from their homes or a rented flat and it was well known that if you lived in a council flat a dealer would pay your rent and electricity and a flat for you to move into if you let him use your council flat in a tower block.

Tony drove into the car breaker’s yard at Peckham and drove into the yard. A door opened in a wooden office on the yard.

“This one?” the owner of the yard, known as Breaker, and with whom he had done business with a few times approached and pointed at his car...

Tony nodded, “A ton right?” he asked.

Breaker nodded back then climbed into a half-track vehicle with a big grabber on.

Tony watched as the big metal grabber crashed down on his car. It was an old car but fast as the engine had been tweaked. Tony had grown attached to the vehicle and watched sadly as the grabber lifted the mangled wreck of his car and shoved it in the crusher as if it was a toy. Then he watched as the big metal plates of the car crusher flattened his vehicle until it was a tin can.

Tony hailed a taxi “Wimbledon car auctions” he said to the driver and climbed into the back then taking out his mobile he rang Carol. “Hello babe, look I’m sorry but I can’t see you tonight. I have to get a new car, my old one has had it” Tony explained.

“Oh Tony I was so looking forward to seeing you tonight so I’ll just stay in and read Fifty Shades of Grey” Carol giggled.

Tony had read all about this book that was topping the best seller lists in the UK 2012 and spreading all over the world. He knew that it was about a strong intelligent Master who meets a woman and introduces her into SM. “Sort of like a modern Story of O '' Tony thought. He remembered reading the novel by Paul Reage. “Naughty, I should give you a good spanking,” Tony said.

“Yes please Master” Carol replied giggling.

Carol’s approving reply sent a tingle of anticipation through his body. “See you tomorrow night then babe and bring your school uniform.” he said jokingly but hoping that she would. He thought of all the videos he had seen when he looked up “schoolgirls” on the porno tubes and he felt a twinge of sexual anticipation in his genitals at the prospect of acting out one of those scenes.

He was nearing the auctions at Wimbledon now and he drove in. The same guy Martin that had sold him his present car was sitting in his office. Tony walked over to him and as he neared he could smell the sweet pungent smell of cannabis.

“Hi, I need another car, same as last time” Tony said.

“I have about three that you would like, even a souped-up Ford like the one you had before. It’s over here probably will go on Saturday” Martin said.

Tony looked at the custom painting job on the car.  “It’s fantastic, but too flashy. I like to keep a low profile. Know what I mean” he explained.

“Yeah I know what you mean” Martin replied with a knowing look. But I have two ex Old Bill souped up Fords here” he added.

Martin roared up the road leading across Streatham Common and pressed down hard on the accelerator and was pressed back into his seat by the G force. “This fucking car is fast” he thought. He was thinking of getting another flat but had rejected the idea. “A playroom” the idea jumped into his brain. If he rented a flat in a private block then he could build a treatment room. His cock tingled at the thought of. He would get a gyno chair, chains whips all the BDSM gear...

Fantasies: Acting Out

Chapter 5

“When do you leave school then?” Tony asked

“Not until I’m sixteen, over a year away. I’m just fifteen in three days time on September the 12th” Carol said wrinkling her nose.

“Oh great then we will go out for a meal.”

“I love spicy chicken,” Carol said.

“Okay then we will go to Nando’s, it’s just downstairs,” Tony said.

“I brought my school uniform” Carol informed him, a hot look, sexual desire in her smouldering brown eyes.

“Do you like to watch porno?” Tony voiced his thoughts because Carol seemed to know all about sex.

“Yes everyone does these days; the same as Fifty Shades of Grey is being read by all the girls at my school. A lot of girls have computers in their bedrooms and we talk about porno” Carol said giggling.

“So you’re not a Claire Perry fan?” Tony asked with a laugh.

“Claire Perry. Who is she? Never heard of her!” Carol admitted.

Tony bent forward and typed Claire Perry into the Google search engine and then some pictures appeared, then they were looking at a group of people outside Number Ten Downing Street handing in a petition to ban certain porn sites from being accessed unless the ISP subscriber opted in.

“Why are these people always ugly?” Tony voiced his thoughts puffing on a spliff of pure skunk then handing it to Carol.

“She’s not too bad, the Milf in front” Carol said, puffing on the joint.

“That’s Claire Perry, look at that long skirt all buttoned up, she’s a neo-puritan from the religious right” Tony said feeling high.

“Neo-Puritan! What’s that?” Carol asked.

“Puritans are religious people who believe that sex is the source of all evil. The women wear baggy clothes like the Muslims today because the men feel that they are the source of temptation and believe that sexy dressing causes rape” Tony explained. He loved to speak when he was high.

“He’s a fucking dinosaur and I’m a sexy slut who doesn’t expect to be raped” Carol said giggling and grasping his cock through his tracky bottoms.

“Remind me what does Milf mean?” Tony asked. He had a good idea because he loved watching Moms Teaching Teens.

“Sexy older women,” Carol replied.

“Oh yeah like in Moms Teaching Teens” he said laughing.

“You must have been watching all the same videos as me” Carol admitted giggling.

“Why don’t we watch one now?” Tony suggested.

“Cool” Carol said.

Tony typed “porno tubes” into the browser then “teaching teens” and lots of sites came up. He looked at the little thumbnails and then pressed one of a blonde model dressed in school uniform that he had seen before. He hugged Carol as Naughty Babysitter appeared on the screen. He hovered the cursor over play and pressed, clicked full screen then a girl kneeling down her skirt raised appeared. “Let’s do what they do?” Tony suggested.

Carol knelt on the carpet while looking up at the laptop screen.

Tony reached down and raised the hem of Carol’s skirt then pulled down her white cotton knickers. He stared at Carol’s small tight white buttocks looking at those of the model on the screen.

Suddenly the palm of a man’s hand came down smartly on the model’s buttocks making a smacking noise. Tony brought his own hand down on Carol’s buttocks watching as a red handprint slowly appeared...Fact and fiction blurred into one.

After he had smacked Carol’s buttocks until they were bright red. He discovered that her cunt was really wet and he slipped his cock in and fucked her hard for about twenty minutes, waiting for her to have an orgasm.

“Oh yes Tony I’m going to come” she had shouted

He released his sperm to shoot deep inside her in long spurts.

She thrust back onto him, sighing “Oh yes, oh yes...”

Ladybirds

Chapter 6

“Fucking aphids” Tony cursed. “How the fucking hell did they get in here?” he thought looking around. Then he started to go round the rows of plants running his hands up and down the infested leaves. The plants were about to flower; he wouldn’t spray even with nicotine; he would have to get ladybirds. He picked up his mobile and called the ladybird man. “Got any ladybirds?”

“Well most of them have gone and they will be hatching out now and gorging themselves on greenfly and black fly; it’s like caviar to them” the Ladybird man said with enthusiasm. “But if you come today there are some now whose eggs are just hatching but make sure that you have lots of juicy aphids for my little babies to gorge themselves on  because I don’t want them to starve” he added.

“Okay I’m coming now” Tony promised.

Tony pulled out of Leigham Court onto Streatham High Road and he cruised along going down the hill at St Leonards Church towards Norbury and Cheam Surrey. The Ladybird man had a small holding on which he grew lots of organic fruit and vegetables. Tony would often go there to buy fruit and vegetables and free range chickens.

 “Hello Tony, long time no see” the Ladybird man said.

“Yeah, I have had no aphids for two years now; how much do I owe you?” Tony asked.

“Twenty quid,” the Ladybird man said, getting a cardboard box off the shelf, handing it to Tony, taking the twenty pounds and shoving it in his back pocket. “They need a meal straight away,” he added.

Tony looked at the large red beaming face of the Ladybird man and imagined him eating a bowl of aphids for breakfast and laughed. “These little lovelies are going to be feeding in about fifteen minutes” he assured him.

Tony drove straight home and ran into the bedroom and rolled the carpet to one side. Every time he looked down at the trap he marvelled at how undetectable it was unless you knew how to open it. Tony took the little electronic key lock from his pocket and pressed it and climbed down the steps carrying the cardboard box of ladybird larvae. He could see how many more aphids had bred and also that they had spread in less than an hour.

 Tony pulled on a pair of latex gloves opened the box and using rubber gloves he started to deposit the ladybird larvae on the aphids, working his way along the rows of plants slowly being blown by electric fans.

He looked at the new clones he had done recently and they seemed unaffected but he would keep an eye on them. When the ladybirds had completely eaten all his aphids he would put them on the roses growing in the middle of the apartment’s gardens. He had noticed that they were infected as he made his way in. “That’s where they are coming from; but how did they get in? There must be a hole in the ventilation system filter!” the answer flashed through his mind and he was soon unscrewing the cover. Inside he saw that a rip had been made in the filter and light was shining through. “It must be a cutter wasp or a rodent,” he thought. He would have to put a metal gauze filter first.

Tony climbed the ladder up into his bedroom, tore off all his clothes and jumped into the shower.  He dried himself on a big fluffy towel and studied his body in the mirror. ‘I will have to go to the gym. I haven’t been since I met Carol. Too busy fucking and playing dirty games” he thought.

He phoned Carol and heard her number ringing.

“Hello,” Carol answered.

“Hello Tony I’m here in my bedroom. Guess what I’m doing?” Carol asked suggestively, giggling as usual.

Tony knew that it was something dirty that she wanted to tell him. “Reading Fifty Shades of Grey, that dirty book that all the girls are reading?”  He asked, his voice tinged with sexual anticipation.

“I am reading a book called Naughty Girl by Lucinda Powers, it is very naughty...” said Carol.

“I bet that you are playing with yourself!” Tony exclaimed.

“Yes my tight little pussy is all wet and sticky” Carol whispered huskily, her voice heavy with sexual desire.

Tony had thought of staying in tonight and watching porn alone but why do that when you have a girlfriend who likes everything that you like and why not watch it together and play with each other instead of by yourself? “I can come and pick you up in Water Lane. Anywhere along there because I will drive straight down it and back again” Tony said.

“Ok” Carol agreed.

Tony met Carol walking up Water Lane and turned left into a side road in a big circle back onto it. He stopped by the kerbside and opened the car door leaving the engine running.

Carol swung herself into the seat beside him, her short tight skirt riding up her thighs. She reached over and kissed Tony as he stopped at the lights and her slim hand with its long delicate fingers closed around the bulge in his tracky bottoms. “I can see that you are glad to see me” she joked then she knelt on the passenger seat her bum in the air.

Tony felt her hand pull back the waist on his tracksuit bottoms and then Carol’s lips closed over his cock and began to suck. “Stop it Carol!” he shouted laughing. “I will crash if you don’t stop.” He passed a bus waiting at the lights at Streatham Hill and wondered what the passengers would think if they saw Carol’s arse sticking up in the air and her head bobbing up and down. “What if someone called the police?  I mean here I am getting sucked off by a fourteen year old girl in public. What was it ‘doggin’ they call it.” The lights changed and now Carol was giggling and sucking his testicles into her mouth. “Caro will you stop it please I’m nearly home and you are only fourteen.”

Carol suddenly sat up and fastened her safety belt “You should say fifteen because I will be not tomorrow but the next day and I wasn’t doggin,’ but I bet its fun!” she exclaimed with a giggle.

Fun & Games

Chapter7

They had smoked some skunk were watching a spanking video on the porn tubes and suddenly the actor started to tie the girl up.

“Tony, why don’t you tie me up and spank me?” Carol suggested her eyes hot with sexual desire and anticipation.

“I haven’t got any rope. But why do you want to be tied up?”” Tony asked in genuine curiosity.

“I like to feel helpless, it makes my pussy tingle” Carol replied a hot expression on her face.

“Ties” Tony suddenly thought and he went into his bedroom, opened the wardrobe and emerged clutching a handful of ties. He didn’t wear ties now, not even with suits.

Tony noticed that Carol was standing there like the girl in the film and she waited obediently as he bent down copying the guy on the screen of his laptop who was securing a girl’s ankles. As he tied Carol’s in the same way he felt a tingle of sexual excitement pass through his genitals as he played this strange new game. He remembered playing games with other kids and tying up girls long ago and giggled like a child doing naughty things.

The actor on the screen went on and on smacking the girl’s buttocks. Tony wanted to have sex not just spank even though Carol was obviously enjoying being spanked because her cunt was all wet and sticky. “Girls do enjoy being spanked” Tony thought, answering a question that had long plagued his mind when masturbating over spanking porn sites. Tony took off his trousers and underpants.

“Hey, that's not in the film!” Carol exclaimed with a laugh.

“Fuck the film!” Tony said, kneeling down behind Carol on the settee and inserting his cock into her slippery, wet cunt.

“Oh yes Tony fuck me” Carol said urgently.

Tony looked at the girl on the screen’s buttocks that were covered with hand prints and going from pink to red. Tony wondered if the guy with his trousers on doing the spanking had a hard on and whether he was getting any sexual satisfaction from it. Tony had watched a lot of these spanking films not because he had fancied spanking a schoolgirl but because the spanking sites were the best place to see girls in schoolgirl uniform. He had always masturbated to over the images of these girls while he imagined fucking them. He looked down at his cock going in and out, all slippery and shiny. He withdrew and kneeling down he started to suck Carol, his tongue probing deep within the deep pink flesh of her vagina.

Carol suddenly gave a gasp. “Oh yes Tony I’m coming” Carol screamed, writhing and pulling away from his tongue because her clitoris had become too sensitive.

Tony could feel the vibrations emanating from her cunt and he watched the expression of bliss on her face.

Carol opened her eyes a dreamy satisfied expression on her face. “I have just been to Heaven” she said looking up at him. “Now let me suck you off,” she said, kneeling down on the carpet and grasping his rigid cock.

Tony looked down at Carol as she looked up at him and realised that he had watched a lot of teen movies where the cameraman just filmed himself being sucked off by his girlfriend or a model. He felt Carol’s lips close around his knob and the pleasure that surged through his body as he looked down at her beautiful face with his swollen cock in her mouth.

Carol looked up at him as she sucked like the girl’s did in the porn movies and smiled.

Tony knew that she had learnt this type of behaviour from the films she had watched. He knew what she was going to do next and as he thought of it the first tremors of an incipient orgasm surged through his body. “I’m going to come” he managed to gasp..

“I am going to suck all the spunk out of you” “Carol said her mouth open, her tongue protruding waiting.

Tony opened his eyes as Carol spoke and looked down, her large brown eyes locking into his just as the white semen spurted from his cock on to her tongue and into her open mouth.

“Mmm” she said contentedly licking her lips and running her tongue around her mouth

Mrs Maxell

Chapter 8

“Who is this boy you are going out with then?” Mrs Maxwell asked.

“Oh Tony is nice Mum, really clever lives in a posh flat up in Streatham” enthused Carol.

“What’s his job then?”

“I don’t know Mum except that he runs his own business on his computer” Carol replied.

“And he is rich, eh?”

“Richer than us Mum he takes me out to restaurants and things, always gives big tips. I want to get married to him” Carol said a starry look in her eyes.

“But does he want to get married to you?” Mrs Maxwell asked. “Or does he just want to fuck a young girl? By the way, how old is he?” she asked.

“Twenty five and fit and handsome” Carol answered.

“Twenty five, he’s just a cradle snatcher, a dirty old man” Mrs Maxwell said.

“Mum you are such a hypocrite you were going with Dad when you were thirteen and he was twenty two, you told me. Remember! when he used to meet you from school and fuck you in the woods on Streatham Common” Carol protested.

“You cheeky bitch I ought to put you across my knee” Mrs Maxwell said starting to laugh. “Come on, let's have a little drink shall we?” she added giggling at the prospect.

“Okay Mum, now you are talking” Carol said, getting a bottle of Bailey’s from the kitchen shelf and half filling two glasses. “Ice?” she asked going to the freezer and getting out a tray of ice cubes.

“Yes please Carol” her Mum replied.

They sat there smiling at each other.

Carol liked to drink with her mother because then she would talk all about her sex life. “Tell me about the glue sniffing Mum? Mum, what I want to know is, does it make you feel sexy?” she asked.

“Why do you want to know?” replied her mother.

“Because you always said that you were with lots of other kids” answered Carol.

“No I’m sorry to disappoint you because we never thought of sex when we were out of our heads. We all used to disappear, you know, fly off to another world, go to places like a beach perhaps, somewhere beautiful...” Mrs Maxwell remembered a far off look in her eyes.

“But were the places real or was it all in all in your head?”

“I couldn’t tell,” her mother replied.

“Couldn’t tell; oh my God you must have been right out of your head” Carol said laughing but no sex I wouldn’t like that” Carol said giggling.

“Carol you are turning into a right slag, you know that, you get a reputation” Mrs Maxwell pointed out.

“No Mum you are wrong because I just have sex with my regular boyfriend” Carol objected. “But what drugs did you have sex on; that’s what I want to know?”

“Es and Coke but that started when I was nineteen and started to go clubbing, but I think really that they were just drunk fucks. The coke and Es make you feel sexy but then you are usually drunk when you have it”! Mrs Maxwell explained.

“Urrgh I hate being drunk, didn’t you ever try weed?”

“I did once but it made me all paranoid and I never tried it again” Mrs Maxwell replied. “But of course your Dad got me all over that and I love sex on it now” Mrs Maxwell admitted.

“They say that it cures cancer and lots of other things now. I read about it on the net all the time.” Carol explained.

“Yeah, Dad stopped watching football on the tele so much now and we watch porn in bed together” Mrs Maxwell said, pouring out another glass of Baileys and laughing loudly.

“I know I hear the sound track in my room” Carol replied laughing.

Her mother looked at her and they both started to giggle uncontrollably.

The phone rang and Mrs Maxwell answered “Hello.”

“Yes, what time would you like an appointment?”

“Elevenish? All right Ethel I will see you tomorrow” Mrs Maxwell put down the phone.

Carol admired her Mum for being the wage earner in the house and running her hairdressing business from home. Dad didn’t earn much these days at selling property and holiday homes in Europe on which he got a commission. People were too hard up now that rising prices and the austerity cuts were biting into their lives. But Carol had found a handsome wealthy man with a big cock and she was in love with him and intended to keep him forever.

Birthday Girl

Chapter 9

Tony looked into the window of the clothes shop in Old Compton Street, Soho London. As he looked at the mannequins in the window he noticed that the two girl assistants   who were very sexy and attractive were smiling at him. He looked at price tags on one of the dresses “£375” he read and knew that the girls were showing out because they anticipated a sale.

One of them had a very tight black dress on made of a material that clung to the body like a second skin. The dark headed girl stood up and he could see every line of her body. His eyes travelled down to the pubic mound and he could see the outline of her vaginal slit and he thought of the word “camel toe” then he opened the door and smiled at the girls.

“I am looking for a dress, just like that for my girlfriend” he said smiling at the beautiful shop assistant.

“I haven’t got one exactly like this because it is a one off. We make the clothes that you see here. It’s latex” she explained, giving him a hot look.

The other girl who was sitting on a stool uncrossed her legs and Tony heard an incredibly sexy noise of the latex on her thighs. He had seen latex on the porn tubes but it was always shiny whereas these dresses looked like fabric.

“Happy Birthday Carol babe” Tony said as he opened the door.

“Thank you” Carol replied smiling, showing an even set of white teeth.

Tony held her close and put his arms around her drinking in the beauty and eroticism of her face. He felt Carol’s hand encircle his cock and squeeze it. “Don’t! let’s drink some champagne and have a puff before I give you your present” he said wanting to get her high and into the sexy latex dress that he had bought for her birthday.

He had bought a bong made of glass in head shop in Berwick Street, Soho before leaving for home and he handed the still gift wrapped package to her. “This is your first present,” he said grinning.

Carol opened the package quickly, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement as she unwrapped it.  “A bong, it’s incredible I saw one of these in a movie on TV and wondered what it would be like!”

“Put some water in then Carol and we will find out” Tony said giggling.

Tony picked up the TV remote and a picture of Britney Spears appeared dancing dressed in a school uniform. He had watched this music video lots of times.

Tony walked over to the kitchen area and filled the bong with water.

“Oh Britney, she is my favourite artist of all time. How did you know that I liked her?” Carol asked.

“Because you look so much like her when she was about your age, in her teens”

“Do you think so?” Carol said a very pleased look on her face.

Tony loaded the bowl of the bong with some red haired skunk then passed it to Carol.

“No, you try it first,” Carol insisted, smiling.

“No, it's your present so you try it first. I’ll hold the lighter; just suck in until it bubbles and keep your finger on the hole” Tony said.

“No I can do it you just hold the lighter” Carol replied sucking on the pipe.

White smoke bubbled up through the water filtering out any ash and sending the THC straight to Carol‘s brain with a whoosh as Tony took his finger off the air hole.

“Hey, it’s magic” Carol said in wonder.

“I’ll get the champagne and your real present, '' Tony said as another music video played on the TV. Tony took the metal ice bucket out of the fridge with the bottle of Krug in it and carried it to the coffee table then going into his bedroom he emerged with the dress in a gift wrapped box and handed it to her with a big smile on his face.

“Tony you are so romantic” Carol said feverishly opening the wrapping paper and then the box. She took the little black dress out of the box and held it up. “Oh Tony, it's wicked! I love it. I’m going to wear it” she said, standing up and pulling her own dress over her head.

As Tony watched her he began to feel a tingle of pleasure looking at her as she wriggled into the latex dress...

“Ooh, it feels funny” Carol exclaimed pulling down the skirt the material making a squeaky, sexy sound as she did it.

Tony pulled her towards him feeling the warmth of her body against him then pushing her to arm’s length where he studied her. He could see the outline of her G String clearly through the dress. Take off your panties and we will go out for that meal” he said, resisting the urge to have sex.

Nando’s was crowded but they got a good seat because the waiter knew Tony.

“Can you bring me a bottle of champagne please?” Tony asked the waiter.

“Oh more champagne, I feel like a princess!” Carol exclaimed.

They both ordered spicy chicken and rice when the waiter took their order.

“I love spicy chicken and rice” Carol remarked as she chewed contentedly on a piece of chicken. “Hey, do you know who you look like? Carol suddenly asked, smiling.

“No” he answered even he thought that he looked a bit like Leonardo di Caprio.

“Leonardo di Caprio, you look just like him when he was your age and he’s my favourite actor. Do you know what this dress is making me feel very turned on? I can feel myself getting wet” Carol replied.

A vision of Carol’s smooth vagina shiny with perspiration, her cunt lips wet with her love juices. He wanted to fuck her now...

Tony paid the bill and they held hands walking quickly back to Leigham Court, a kind of urgency in their step. Inside the door they quickly became entwined in a hot embrace, their lips pressed hard against one another. Tony led Carol to the black leather settee and knelt on the carpet looking at her legs and thighs. “Uncross and cross your legs” he said.

Carol smiled a hot smouldering look in her eyes as she obeyed. As she crossed one thigh over the other it made a sexy squelchy sound.

Tony wondered how wet her cunt was and he put his hands on her knees and opened her legs wide. The latex skirt peeled away from her thighs making a noise like when air gets trapped inside a woman’s cunt because of a vigorous fucking. His eyes feasted on her wet vaginal slit and her swollen nether lips. He bent forward and buried his face between her thighs into the wetness and moved his head from side to side so that his lips were inside.

Carol writhed in pleasure and squeezed his head with her thighs. “Oh yes, suck it right out,” she moaned. “I love it when you put the tip of your tongue on the top of my clitoris and move it really slow I can feel it swelling and pulsating like a little penis, swelling and oozing with my love juices?” “Can you feel it Tony?” Carol asked as she was melting into orgasm.

Tony was really high and as she sucked he felt his cock become really hard and he knelt in between her thighs and pushed in his knob.

“Oh yes Tony fuck me hard” Carol gasped.

Tony gave his Dad a bag of the best organic herbal cannabis tops. “Here Dad, your   medicine” he said as his father smiled.

“You know what? As soon as I have a puff then I start doing a workout and keeping fit. I feel as right as rain these day, you alright living on your own?” Bert Falcone asked.

“Yeah!  Love it Dad.”

“Good job you moved out, because everyone knows that I puff here. I mean I get stoned and start singing out in the garden. I mean someone’s only got to phone Old Bill. I had a row with the Polish guy the other day and he called me a fucking dozy pothead. You can smell that stuff for miles he said to me,” Bert Falcone said.

“Yeah Dad especially when you smoke out in the garden with that big fucking water pipe” Tony replied laughing.

 “They don’t care if I go blind the fucking arseholes.”  His father laughed along with him then jumped up on a pull up bar in the garden and started pulling up and down. “Now this is better than all your gym equipment, just use your own body weight” he said jumping down. “I got the bag up out there, got stuck into it; you still working out?” Tony’s father asked.

“Yeah I go to the gym every week, jog, with a bit of sprinting and walking, yeah I’m well fit Dad” Tony assured his father.

“You look happy; hey you got a bird up there?” His father asked with a grin.

Tony grinned back and he could not lie to his father. “Yeah she’s really young, turned fifteen yesterday” Tony replied.

His father hugged and slapped him on the back “Why don’t you bring her round for tea” his father asked.

“I will Dad, next Sunday.”

“I love to see a bit of fluff, you dirty lucky bastard” his Dad said chuckling

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Handing  in a Body

Chapter 10

His mobile was ringing and he saw Ginger’s name appear on the LED screen. He blocked the call and blocked further calls from this number.

He didn’t know that it was Ginger, when the car tried to follow him. He knew that Ginger paid the police and he never trusted him, in fact he never trusted anyone that he was dealing with. He knew that he was supplying dealers because of the huge quantities they were buying and anyway he had seen them bagging it up.

Tony suspected Ginger as well because when they had puffed together he had made a joke saying. ’It’s a wonder they don’t ask for you to pay.’

Flash back

“They don’t know who I am” Tony replied a hint of menace in his voice, his greyish blue eyes hard.

“Yeah but they know what you look like,” Ginger said.

“How’s that then?” Tony asked.

“Because they described you to me...”

“What they fucking ask you about me?” angrily.

“Calm down, I never told them nothing,” Ginger said, opening a drawer in his desk that revealed a 38 calibre revolver.  “I’m not a grass but if anyone gets a big credit deal and doesn't pay up I let the system punish them, know what I meant? Ginger said.

“Yeah” he agreed knowing that there was a poetic justice in giving up bodies of con men who set you up for a big sting...

The blue smoke of cannabis floated across the room and hung, suspended in beams of sunlight. The big water pipe sat smoking on the table emitting a thin blue spiral of blue smoke that was dwindling and dying. The sound of Madonna’s voice filled the room. “Like a virgin just for the very first time, like a virgin...  

Carol danced around letting her skirt rise up to reveal the slit of her cunt. Her finger was in her mouth now, sucking  it, licking it suggestively

Tony looked through the video camera at Carol and zoomed into her hand as she started to lift up her legs, opening them wide.

Suddenly she stopped and giggled. “Come on, let's look at what we’ve just done” Carol said giggling happily. This was a new game for her and she loved it.

Tony pressed rewind and the tape ran back then pressed play.

Carol knelt on the floor and began playing with Tony’s big cock waving it outlined against the giant image on the screen of her dirty dancing.

Tony’s cock became rock hard and he looked at Carol, her face full of happiness.

She gave him a hot sexy look, her tongue moving slowly and seductively around his knob before her lips closed over it and she turned to watch herself on the screen while sucking...

“Let’s go over Soho and buy some sex toys,” Tony suggested.

“Oh goody, I’ll wear my rubber dress, Tony can I sleep here with you tonight in your big bed? We could have a lot of fun with the toys” Carol asked suggestively hinting of esoteric sex games that would drive him to ecstasy...

“What about your Mum and Dad? Tony asked wondering whether her parents were strict on letting their teenage daughter stay out all night.

“My Mum says it’s all right as long as I phone her” Carol explained, taking out her cell phone giving him an imploring look, her large brown eyes holding his in a hypnotic way.

“Yes” he said, and then thinking of the secret garden underneath his whole ground floor flat. Everything was on automatic, watering, lighting and room temperature. He didn’t have to go down there; the aphids were all gone.

“Hello Mum? I am going to sleepover at Tony’s tonight” Carol said.

Tony realised that she had already mentioned him to her mother and that her mother must be a very modern and liberated woman.

“Okay Mum, see you tomorrow” Carol said, smiling her face happy and excited about the trip to Soho.

Tony drove over Vauxhall Bridge heading straight on for Victoria, cut through Hyde Park emerging in Piccadilly. The pavements were filled with people on this Thursday evening.

He turned into Soho and drove down Berwick Street before entering the multi story car park.

They walked hand in hand mixing with the crowds on the pavements, making their way down to Old Compton Street until Carol suddenly halted outside a shop on the corner of Moore Street where a neon sign flashed red, “piercing” and displayed an array of stainless steel fetish jewellery.

“I have always wanted a piercing,” Carol blurted.

“What one of those nose rings or tongue piercings?” Tony asked.

“No my vaginal lips” Carol said giggling, grasping his hand and pulling him towards the entrance of piercing parlour.

Tony thought of how dirty it would be to pull apart Carol's ringed pink lipped cunt and lick it and his genitals as they descended the stairs and entered the parlour.

The proprietor, a much tattooed and pierced male with big muscular arms, looked at them and grinned. “I have to have photo proof of age” he said looking at Carol.

Tony looked at the display of fetish jewellery and pointed at a pair of cunt rings with little balls set in the ring. He had seen them in porn movies.

“How much are those pair of rings?” he asked.

“Thirty quid to you Sir” the tattooed proprietor replied.

Outside they passed a big licensed sex shop. “Come on, let's go in” Tony said, grasping Carol’s hand.

Inside customers, mostly men, looked at the vast array of R18 films, glossy porno magazines, Tony picked up a butt plug and held it in his hand then gave it to Carol.

Another couple were examining fetish clothing and sex toys, dildos and butt plugs. The other couple looked at them and the woman gave Tony a hot look looking at the butt plug. Tony guessed that they were swingers.

Carol pulled him away, stopping by a row of latex clothes on a rack.

“What about these?” Carol said a dirty sexy look on her face holding up a pair of latex panties with a built in rubber dildo...

Outside they joined the crowds again and Tony’s mind turned to the latex panties with the rubber cock and he glanced sideways at Carol, noticing the way her hips and thighs moved as she walked and imagining her with the dildo briefs on. “Bet that it would be nice walking around in that rubber dress wearing panties with a big rubber cock in them,” Tony said, giving Carol a suggestive look.

They went into a pub and Carol went to the toilet and came back swinging her hips and walking like a model with one foot in front of the other with a big smile on her face.

“It’s in and it feels really dirty and nice” Carol informed him.

Tony finished his Scotch on the rocks swallowing it down in one gulp. “Come on, let's go for a walk,” he said.

“I’m really wet” Carol said giving him a fuck me look.

“Let’s get an Indian take away and go home” Tony suggested.

As Tony drove home he glanced sideways at Carol thinking about the fun they were going to have later. But he didn’t have to wait!

Carol knelt down on the front seat, opening his flies and taking out his rigid cock she began to lick his knob.

Tony felt her soft hot lips close over the knob then slowly swallow it down to his testicles. “Don’t please Carol” he protested.        

“Why don’t you film me with the sex toys? I’ll give you a show” Carol suggested a sexy wicked look on her face.

Tony set up the camcorder on a tripod, turned the screen over, and switched it on and guided Carol to the bed while watching their image on the screen. “Bend over on the bed” he ordered.

Carol bent over sticking out her ass and wriggling in about so that the latex dress squeaked sexily.

Tony pulled up her skirt, his hands grasping the hem of her rubber panties and pulled them down to reveal Carol’s white buttocks, shining and covered in perspiration. Then he grasped the rubber dildo and began to push it in and out of Carol’s cunt.

“Oh yes, I’m coming again. I have been coming all day. Spank me hard” Carol said looking around at him, bringing her hand down on her own buttocks several times so that red hand marks were imprinted on her flesh.

Tony brought his own palm down hard. “You naughty dirty little girl” he said, picking up a tube of lube and squirting a shiny globule onto the pink puckered orifice of her anus. He rubbed around the tight pink opening then picking up the butt plug he slowly pushed into her anus. The big end stretched her tight orifice wide.

“Oh, oh” Carol gasped as it disappeared inside leaving a small round flat circle protruding.

“Spank me Master,” Carol begged.

Tony’s hand came down sharply across Carol’s white buttocks leaving a red handprint making the butt plug go in and out slightly as her vaginal muscles tensed and relaxed. He could spank her harder now he knew that she liked it. He set up a spanking rhythm, one cheek then the other sending a vibration through Carol’s genitalia and making her swollen cunt wet with pleasure.

“Oh yes fuck me Tony, please” Carol gasped looking round at him her face filled with sexual desire.

Tony entered her vagina from behind and began to fuck her. Her cunt felt really tight with the butt plug in and he pressed it in and out as he fucked her.

“Oh yes Tony fuck me hard” Carol shouted.

Tony began to fuck her harder and faster. He wanted to come at the same time as her. “Are you going to come?”

“Yes, yes, yes...

Golden Oil

Chapter 11

The more Tony thought about it the more it made sense. He would assume a disguise when going to new customers. He believed that the Drugs Squad were after him. ‘If they had wanted to put me away then they would have nicked me before I went into Ginger’s Tony reasoned. When he came out he had money a grand they knew that if Ginger had given him as a body. “He paid and wanted me to pay too, to get pally with the Drug Squad” he reasoned. He knew that they put protection on the smaller dealers too. He could pay them he knew and have a “license” but Tony was honest and didn’t like corrupt coppers. He was a cannabis farmer and sold his crop to his customers and he didn’t think that cannabis should be illegal anyway.

Tony had never took much notice of politics that was until recently when he had kept getting news about cannabis becoming legal in many states of America and Richard Branson’s efforts to legalise it. There was lots of proof coming in that it was a very powerful medicine. He knew from his father that he would go blind because he suffered from glaucoma and that the herb was the only cure. He wondered who could be justified in preventing a sick human taking a plant that would heal him. That’s when Tony started to think that what he was doing to earn a living was moral and righteous; a point where he became politicised.

“No, Sir does not have to have his hair shaved,” the wigmaker explained, taking a wig from one of the many stands that were placed everywhere, on shelves and on the floor. Around the walls were photos of celebrities who wore Tommy’s wigs, toupees and hair pieces.

“Oh that’s good.”

“I am a member of an amateur theatre group and we are pretty serious about what we do. My character has long dark brown hair but is not a hippy...”

Tommy fixed Tony’ ponytail with just a couple of hairpins and put on a long dark wig and arranged it. “What do you think, Sir?  If I may say so it suits you and no-one would know” Tommy enthused.

Tony looked at his reflection in the mirror and he looked different with this hair but he still had the same face with the high cheek bones, wide mouth and greyish blue eyes. He knew that people who knew him would recognize him. He had to be extra careful who he supplied in the future.

There had been an increasing demand for hash oil since it was on the net about Sonny of Sonny and Cher fame taking it to cure cancer. Tony typed into Google. “Distillation of essential oils” and lots of sites came up. Soon he was looking at glass distillation equipment.

The number of the chemistry equipment suppliers was ringing.

“Hello”

“Is it possible to come over and collect some distillation equipment? I will pay cash” Tony promised.

The company was in Tottenham Court Road and when Tony got there every parking meter was full. He drove to a car park and paid a tenner to be let in.

As he drove back home with all the equipment on the back seat excited at the prospect of producing the oil; because he had always loved experimenting.

He got out his “Hemp Handbook” that he had studied from his first attempt to cultivate the hemp plant. Then after reading a bit about it he thought “Let’s do it!”

Tony tried a hundred grams of his best buds for the first experiment. Tony knew that most of the hash oil on the market was a greenish black, smelt strong and contained a lot of unusable substances like chlorophyll and carbohydrates that had not been removed by the crude solvent method. He knew that if he could produce clear golden oil like the stuff he had seen in Amsterdam a few years ago then he would earn a fortune.

Tony got the equipment working and was delighted to see the solvent boiling at around 55 to 60 Centigrade and the paraffin ether dripping into the filter paper. He watched the white fumes condense in the cooler and drip into the tube. It took him three hours to leach out a hundred grams of black liquid, a solution of paraffin ether, resin, wax, cannabinoids, chlorophyll, carbohydrates and other substances.  He distilled the mixture twice more to obtain one and a half litres of hash oil from it. But the liquid was still too dark. He mixed the solution with aluminium oxide and half a litre of solvent. The chromatography filtered out the undesirable substance and he was happy to see clear, golden oil dripping into a glass retort. By the time Tony had finished distilling and distilling again he had produced a substance that was almost clear like water and contained no THC. Tony wondered why sick humans wanted hash oil that didn’t have the psychotropic effect but personally he believed that THC was beneficial in many ways especially as stress was a major cause of disease. He regarded being “high” as a state of enlightenment and believed that the paranoia that people were so afraid of was partly due to cannabis being illegal.

Sunday Tea

Chapter 12

It was Sunday and Carol had been staying with Tony over the weekend. Her Mum and Dad didn’t mind anyway, not that her Dad was around; he was serving a sentence for dealing. Carol had not told Tony yet because she didn’t know what he would think.

 Tony set the camcorder up on a tripod. “Lay down on the table” he ordered.

 Carol lay on the kitchen table, naked legs wide.

Tony pulled on white latex surgical gloves, picked up the SM clip and pulled one of her labial lips out stretching it then he pushed on the clip. One attached he put another clip on the other lip. After about ten minutes he looked down at Carol laying there, so trusting. The thought passed through his head that, ‘You really have to trust an SM lover because he really does have you at his mercy.’

 “This is not going to hurt at all, " he said, taking a needle with a pair of tongs out of a pan of boiling water and picking up a cork. He took off one of the clips, placed the cork on one side of Carol’s labial lip and thrust the needle through it. He picked up the sterilized stainless steel SM jewellery up from a piece of sterilised gauze and inserted the ring through the small pin hole in Carol’s labia. He repeated the process and soon he had both cunt rings in. Then he bent down and pulled Carol’s cunt open, noticing that it was all wet and sticky and began licking and sucking. He soon brought her to an orgasm because she was already turned on by the piercing ritual.

They had been playing sex games all day when Tony looked at the clock. “Hey! I can’t believe it's almost half five. We are going to tea at my old man’s tonight. I was so into the sex fun that we were having that I forgot” he said laughing, jumping up and rushing into the shower.

“Your old man, but I thought that your Mum would be there as well?” Carol shouted above the noise of the shower.

“Of course my Mum will be there. I always say my old man’s even though my Mum is the bread earner. She runs her own hairdressing business.  “Wow really!” said Carol, “my Mum is a hairdresser too” And they both laughed out loud at this coincidence...

“I left it on for you!” Tony said, walking into the bedroom and towelling himself down.

Carol rushed into the bathroom and luxuriated in the pulse shower, the warm needles of water making her body tingle as the water ran down her body and over the cunt rings bringing on tiny little orgasms. Carol was amazed that she didn’t even feel the rings going in. She stepped out of the shower and looked at her reflection in the mirror and pulled one of the rings.

“Come on Carol, don't start playing with the rings again or else we will never get out” Tony said laughing and standing at the doorway of the bathroom.

Carol put her hand over her mouth and began to giggle...

“There’s the prison there just around the corner from my Dad's,” Tony said, turning right into Chale Road and stopping outside a house a few yards up. “Here we are, this is where I grew up,” Tony said.

Tony rang the doorbell and heard a door opening inside and his father shouting “Coming.” He looked at Carol and laughed. “Bert’s all right,” he said.

“Hello Carol, come in” Mr Bert Falcone said, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

They followed him up the stairs where a beautiful woman embraced Carol. “I’m Agatha Tony’s adoring mother” she said, holding Carol at arm’s length and studying her before looking at Tony. “Yes she is beautiful, isn’t she Bert” Mrs Falcone agreed smiling broadly.

“Yes she is a stunner just like you” Bert smiled.

Carol blushed because she had never met people like Tony’s parents before. “Thank you” she said.

“Call me Mum, Agatha or Aggie” whichever you prefer” Mrs Falcone said.

“Yes Carol, call me Dad or Bert dear. I won’t tell you what Aggie calls me” he said with a chuckled.

“Mm, I can smell fish Mum?” Tony said smiling.        

“Yes Dad’s cooking” Mrs Falcone replied.

“Yes I got a whole salmon in Granville Arcade, you know the place on the corner as you get to the first cross road bit” Mr Falcone said.

“Thanks Dad, yeah I still go to that place for a decent bit of fish” Tony replied.

“Got to look at the sauté potatoes. The fish is done and cooling a bit.  If you want a puff take some from the box” Mr Falcone said walking off into the kitchen.

Tony sat down on the big leather settee and pulled Carol down beside him and opened the carved wooden ornate box his father always keeps his pipe, papers and skunk in.

“Would you like a drop of wine Carol? I know Tony will” Mrs Falcone said with a broad smile that showed a row of white even teeth.

“Yes please Mum” she replied thinking how young and beautiful Tony’s mother looked and noticing that she was a bit taller than Tony’s Dad and how long and luxuriant her hair was as she went to get the wine.

Mrs Falcone returned with a bottle of red and white Sauvignon and three glasses on a silver tray and placed it down on the coffee table. “What would you like, red or white Carol?” she asked.

“Red for me please Mum” Carol replied.

As Agatha Falcone filled her glass Carol studied her beautiful face and wondered what had become of Tony’s real mother then she saw a photograph in a silver frame of a woman that she knew without asking was Tony’s mother.

Carol looked at Tony wanting to ask him...

Tony saw the question in her eyes as she turned from looking at the photo and then back at him. “She was killed in a road accident,” he explained.

“I’m sorry” Carol said, the tears welling to her eyes seeing the flash of pain in Tony’s eyes.

“It was a long time ago,” Tony replied.

The wine flowed like water; the dinner was a success with everyone liking the salmon, sauté potatoes and broccoli.

Bert Falcone sat a big smile on his face soaking up the lavish praise that was being poured on him by all as they ate up the last remains on their plates. “My Dad used to say, ‘if you don’t eat your meat then how can you have your pudding. I have got an apple crumble and custard for you” he said, getting up with a smile.

“That was the Pink Floyd Bert, remember?” Agatha remarked laughing.

“Oh yeah” Mr Falcone said laughing,

Everyone started to laugh and then they all got the giggles and laughed until the tears ran down their faces.

Tony knew that his Dad had prepared all his favourite dishes for him. He always had loved his Dad’s cooking, remembering the well known sauces that he used to make. He had eaten the stuffed and roasted salmon many times...

“Come on, let's all sit on the settee” Mr Falcone suggested.

They all sat down and Mr Falcone made up a pipe crumbling in the dried flowering tops of the cannabis plant and handed it to his wife. “Here you go Aggie” he said.

“Thanks Bert,” Mrs Falcone replied, inhaling the smoking pipe deeply before passing it to her son.

Tony inhaled the smoke making the bong bubble fiercely then handed it to Carol.

Carol inhaled deeply too and held the smoke in her lungs until she exhaled a long stream of smoke from her nostrils.

“You can stay here tonight, in the spare bedroom,” Mr Falcone replied.

“I’ve got to go to school in the morning and my Mum will get worried that I won’t get up.”

“I like your Mum and Dad” Carol admitted as Tony drove past Brixton prison driving up the hill. “Yeah they are cool” Tony said I am fortunate. “After Mum died I was in a state of shock for ages, post traumatic shock syndrome the doctors said. At first I hated Aggie, then I fell in love with her. She loves me. I know that. At first I thought that she was some kind of prostitute. Then I got the flu and she looked after me. I found out how kind she could be” Tony said, remembering the cuddles he got...

Grooming

Chapter 13

Carol couldn’t resist showing her cunt rings to a friend Molly and telling her that her boyfriend had done them. She had promised not to tell but told her friend and soon the whole story was round the school with girls wanting to see her rings.

She had shown them to a few girls and soon other girls were boasting that their boyfriends had done it but in most cases they had done it themselves. Girls started to call her “Rings” and all the other girls who had it done “Ringers.”

She was nearly sixteen and planning to get married to Tony when one day her whole world exploded.

Molly came running up to her “The police are here looking for the girl whose boyfriend had illegal sex with her and who had put cunt rings on her. The police are going to interview everyone in the school” she informed Carol breathlessly.

“What?” she said and rushed for the school toilets inside a cubicle. She sat on a seat and took out the rings. Her heart was racing.

Lessons had been cancelled for the day and the girls stayed in the playground chatting. Eventually she was called to the classroom in which sat two men she knew immediately were coppers.

“Hello Carol, I’m Detective Superintendent Roger Moody and this is my colleague Sergeant Phil Baker. Please call me Roger. Now a few girls have told me that you have some piercings down below and that your boyfriend did them. Now don’t get worried all we want is the name of your boyfriend” Superintendent Moody stared at her looking at her eyes thickly outlined with mascara, her bright lipstick and the way she had shortened her school skirt he knew that she was having sex and wondered what it would be like to fuck her.

“I did it myself with a needle and cork,” Carol replied.

“You don’t deny that you have rings inserted in your vagina then?”Superintendent Moody asked.

Sergeant Baker’s pen stood poised over his notebook ready to record her answer.

“I did it myself,” Carol answered.

“Why did you make these injuries upon yourself?” Moody wanted to know.

“Because everyone’s doing it Lady Gaga, Kate Bush, Rihanna, it’s the latest fashion” Carol replied.

Carol had put her cell phone on the table.

Suddenly Moody grabbed it and began to look at her phone book. “Is he your boyfriend Tony?” he asked.

“No he’s not my boyfriend, just a computer expert who helps me if I am stuck with a tech problem” lied Carol.

Superintendent Moody looked at the image on the screen. “This man is a terrible danger to underage girls; he sexually tortures them, a real fucking sadist.  This nonce has got to be arrested immediately and questioned. Sergeant Baker take Jennings and Simkins and bring him in” he ordered.

Tony heard voices out in the corridor and then his bell rang. He looked through the peephole and saw three men, one holding up a document.

“I’m Detective Superintendent Roger Moody of the Metropolitan police and I have a search warrant here for this address” the man peering at him said, holding the document close so that he could not see it.

“How did they find me?” Tony thought. He opened the door confident that the police would not be able to find his underground secret garden.

“You are Mr Anthony Edward Falcone Sir?” Superintendent Moody asked.

“Yes I am,” Tony replied.

“I must caution you now Sir and advise you that anything you say will be taken down and liable to be used against you” he said. “Now Sir I suggest that you sit down why we carry out an official search of these premises.

Tony sat down as ordered, his mind racing as the three police officers searched his flat carrying things to the middle of the living room floor and putting them on the carpet, DVDs, his camcorder and his laptop...

“Hey! Why are you taking my laptop and things” he asked.

“To see if there is any child porn and any evidence against you under the Sexual Offences Act.  Come on Sir I am taking you down the nick for further questioning” Moody informed him.

Tony looked around the police cell and paced up and down realising that it was nothing to do with dealing but to do with having sex with Carol. “The fucking bastards” he thought knowing that they would see all the videos that he and Carol had made together’ made for each other and not for anyone else to look at.

Tony was led out of the cell and led to an office where Superintendent Moody and Sergeant Baker sat waiting.

“Sit down Mr Falcone. Now I am going to ask you a series of questions and remember that you have already been cautioned and anything that you say may be taken down and used against you. There is a CCTV camera up there to record your answers. Now the first question that I want you to answer, “Did you know that Carol Maxwell was under the age of consent when you had sexual intercourse with her?” Moody asked.

“I am not going to say anything at this time and I want a solicitor” Tony answered.

“I have all the evidence I need to convict you with all those videos and pictures that you made now if you co-operate and write a full confession I will help you get bail in the morning. If not you will be remanded in custody and prisons are bad places for people like you these days. The cons don’t like nonces and I could get you bail” Moody said looking at him with a piercing glance.

Tony’s mind raced. It was true and they had all the evidence that they needed to charge him under the Sexual Offences Act. He decided to go for bail.  “I will jump bail and leave the country,” he thought. “Okay I’ll admit to everything” Tony replied.

“I will ask you questions and if I mouth yes, you admit to it; if I do this” Moody instructed, making a silent “yes” with his mouth. Do you understand?” he said.

“Yes I understand perfectly” replied Tony, acting meek, mild and naive. “So when you mouth yes, I say yes guilty” Tony repeated, thinking that these cameras should be on all the time, like they were out on the streets twenty four hour seven. This set up allowing policemen to switch off the CCTV was made to help them pervert the course of justice Tony thought.

“That’s right,” Moody agreed.

“Sergeant Baker will type out your statement as you answer the questions and afterwards all you have to do is sign it. As you have helped me and also avoided the necessity to call children as witnesses talking about what you did together in those films I am going to drop the malicious wounding charge, okay” Moody said giving Tony a big smile as if he was doing him a great favour.

“Thank you, you’re right! I am so glad to get all this off my chest and make a full confession” Tony replied with the expression of someone who has just seen the light.

“Are you ready Tony? When answering in the affirmative, say yes I plead guilty to grooming for example. Got it?”  Moody asked.

“Yes, ready,” Tony replied, nodding his head in assent acting as though he had now become eager to confess to grooming, this word that used to be used in relationship with horses. The thoughts went through his head and he remembered reading about grooming on the net. “Perhaps that’s why they call the groom a groom because he grooms the bride?”  The funny thought went through his head despite the dire situation that he found himself in.

“Okay sergeant, turn on the camera” Moody said.

“Are you Anthony Edward Falcone, age twenty five?” Moody asked, mouthing “Yes.”

“Yes I am.”

 “Do you live at Leigham Court, Leigham Vale, Streatham, South West, London?”

“Yes I do,” Tony replied, nodding.

“Do you admit that you groomed Carol Maxwell from the age of fourteen with the intention of having unlawful sex?” Moody said, mouthing the word “Yes.”

“Yes I do, I plead guilty” Tony said thinking “Yeah guilty of chatting up a sexually attractive girl of fourteen.”

“Do you admit to raping Carol Maxwell on numerous occasions since the age of fourteen?”

Tony hated rapists because he hated violence against women and he hesitated...

Moody looked at him from the other side of the interview room table where he was sitting with his back to the camera mouthing a frantic “Yes” with his mouth half open like a frozen scream.

“Yes I admit raping Carol Maxwell on numerous occasions” Tony said his mind knowing that Carol was fully consenting and as willing as him. “Rape is violence” he said the mantra over and over again to calm his mind which was in turmoil.  He had read a lot about an Orwellian society on the net and he remembered reading it years ago. He would have to read 1984 by George Orwell again. He could hear Sergeant Baker on the keyboard suddenly come to a halt.

“My officers and I found twenty two videos in your flat featuring yourself and Carol Maxwell. Do you admit that you made those recordings?” Moody said, mouthing a “Yes.”

“Yes I admit to making those films by operating the camcorder using a remote control while the camcorder was on a tripod” Tony replied thinking that they were the most erotic films that   he had ever seen on a porn site. Paradoxically he felt a twinge of sexual excitement thinking about the films that they had ever made together despite his predicament.

“Tony was those films you made of Carol Maxwell and yourself for your own use or did you intend to publish them to others?” Moody waved his hand waving slightly signalling “No” out of sight of the camera, his hand shielded by his body.

“This placed was designed by a bent copper” Tony thought, still surprised at the obviousness of it all. “No I plead not guilty to this charge because the films were for my own personal use” Tony answered thinking “Yes my own private erotic art collection that I made myself that I will share with my loved one” he thought knowing that if he answered the truth about being in love with a fourteen year old girl and playing guilt free sexual games that made him feel like a child again he would be certified by a forensic psychiatrist as a dangerous paedophile.

The sound of a printer brought Tony out of his trance; it was Sergeant Baker printing out his statement. Tony felt guilty because he was going to sign a false document taken under duress. He had a Google alert on rape cases and unlawful sex and he had news alerts coming in every day.

“Read this through and if it is all correct sign it, if it is not then you will bring attention to it and correct it if necessary” Moody said.

 Tony looked at the document and signed it because it was the only chance he had, he knew that to avoid being sent to a prison for sex offenders. He had to get bail in the morning at the magistrate’s court...

“My interrogation of Anthony Edward Falcone is ended Detective Superintendent Moody Metropolitan Police.” Moody said with authority.

Tony saw Sergeant Baker turn off the CCTV camera and remembered his nephew Geoffrey, a detective inspector telling him about how they tricked the cameras when conducting interviews...  

“I’m really going to help you Tony especially if you would be interested, that is if you would help us with our continuing enquiries in this matter where perhaps others are concerned. Then I could say to the magistrates that you were helping the police with their enquiries. There is just one thing that I need to have before I agree to bail and that is your passport.”

Tony knew that his passport was down in the green room underneath the bedroom floor. “I lost it a couple of weeks ago,” Tony replied.

“Did you report it?” Moody asked.

“No, because I wasn’t planning on leaving the country,” Tony said.

“Okay but you will have to get someone to stand bail.  You can phone over there on the wall” Moody said.

Tony got to his feet, his back stiff and aching from remaining in one position for so long and walked stiffly to the phone, dialled his Dad’s number and it started to ring.

“Hello,” his father answered.

“Hello Dad, look I’m in a bit of trouble and I need you to stand bail for me okay.

“Of course son I’ll be right over; where are you?” Bert Falcone said.

“I’m over at Streatham and they are telling me that I will be appearing in the morning at South London Magistrates Court” Tony replied.

“Okay I’ll be there and I’ll get a proper brief too, don’t want a dock lawyer” Mr Falcone promised.

“See you tomorrow Dad,” Tony said.

“Tony I am sorry but I will now have to lock you up for the night. If you are hungry I can get you a cheese sandwich and a cup of tea” Moody said, an apologetic tone to his voice.

“A cheese sandwich would be fine,” Tony replied.

“Come on then, I’ll bring it down your cell” Moody promised walking towards the door that led to the cells.

Tony followed and Moody unlocked the cell.

Tony walked in and Moody shut the door with a crash of metal.

Tony looked around the cell. He felt like a piss and standing over a WC without a cover he pissed into the murky bowl. Suddenly the ammonia-like stench of stale urine caused him to twist his head away in disgust. Tony sat down on the hard concrete bed covered by a mattress and two blankets. Suddenly footsteps approached a key grated in the lock.

“Here’s your sandwich and a cuppa Tony. Now get your head down and we will get you home tomorrow on bail” Moody said as if they were friends now that Tony had made a full confession and promised to help the police with their enquiries.

Surprisingly Tony felt hungry and he opened the greaseproof paper sandwich and bit into it. It was grated Cheddar and sliced white bread and he hungrily gobbled it down. He picked up the paper cup full of tea and drank it down as it was only warm. Tony looked up at the window and saw that it was made from glass bricks. The blue flashing light of a police car lit up the cell window momentarily and Tony realised his cell was at the back of the police station on the yard where all the cars were kept.

He lay down on the hard bed and pulled the blankets over himself but he was wide awake, his mind racing. He wondered what had happened to Carol and whether the police had arrested her. But what crime could she have been charged with? None he thought. There is nothing that they could charge her with or was it illegal for a girl under the age of sixteen to have sex? He hoped that she was all right. He hated himself for admitting to being a rapist, something that he could never do. Rape wasn’t sexual to him because he liked to think that the girl wanted as much as him; that’s what turned him on and it gave him a powerful erection. He imagined Carol’s face, kissing her and then he drifted off to a fretful sleep.

In Court

Chapter 14

Tony awoke by the sound of the cell door opening.

“Come on Tony, time to go. Here’s a sandwich and a cup of tea” Sergeant Baker said.”The guv’nor’s waiting” he added.

Tony drank down the cup of warm tea and took the sandwich with him following Baker out to the yard where a security guard put him into the back of a van where he was the lone occupant.

Tony was led into the dock of the magistrate’s court. Then suddenly he saw a brief walking towards him a smile on his face.

“Tony I’m Peter Gardiner and your father has hired me to represent you in your application for bail this morning. Everything is looking fine. The police are not opposing bail and as a first time offender at the age of twenty five you will get it. Because you have signed a confession the police have dropped any charges relating to those videos that you made of yourself and Carol Maxwell. By the way your father thought at first you were on drug related charges I must go and have a chat with the police about your bail conditions; don’t worry” he said quickly walking away.

Tony’s heart raced for a second and he took a deep breath.

“You stand here today charged before this court with the following crimes. That knowing that Carol Maxwell was fourteen and under the age of consent did rape her almost every day until the day before yesterday when you were arrested: How do you plead, guilty or not guilty?”

“Guilty” replied Tony looking down in shame as he saw people staring at him in the public gallery with hostile expressions on their faces.

“You are also charged with grooming the said girl to prepare her for sexual intercourse knowing that she was under the age of consent. How do you plead guilty or not guilty?”

“Guilty” Tony answered.

“Do the police object to bail?” the woman magistrate asked.

Tony’s heart started to race as he watched Moody enter the witness box.

“Madam the police have no objections to bail as Anthony Edward Falcone has made a full confession saving public funds and he is helping the police with their enquiries. He may be bailed in his own recognizance” Moody replied.

“I grant bail until the 27th of September and I would like social, psychiatric and probation reports done on Anthony Edward Falcone” the magistrate said.

Tony’s heart leapt with joy he had just escaped from the lion’s mouth: probation, imprisonment and being placed on the sex offenders register for life. All of these restrictions on his freedom were unacceptable to Tony.

“I had a good chat with Superintendent Moody. He’s not a bad guy and he said that you will get probation” his solicitor said with a big smile on his face as if probation was a prize.

“Yeah he’s okay he could have made it a lot worse for me” Tony said, acting as if he was pleased.

Tony got a taxi back to his flat and once inside went straight to his bedroom climbed down the cellar and opening a drawer he took out his passport looking at the red document and the royal coat of arms on the front. He wouldn’t be coming back home anymore he knew it. He loved his country but detested the corrupt people who ran it.

He hurriedly stuffed a backpack of hand luggage, not daring to phone for a taxi to the airport because he thought his phone might be tapped. He walked to the cab office and was soon on his way to Heathrow. Suddenly his phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hello Tony,” his father said.

“Dad, I will phone you back later today. Can’t speak now” Tony said, switching his mobile off.

Tony went up a set of moving stairs and walked over to the British Airways stand.

“What can I do for you Sir?” the attractive hostess asked.

“I would like a one way to Amsterdam” he said.

Tony looked down at London rising higher and higher until the rows of houses below turned into a perfect geometric pattern. “I’m never coming back. I’m going to a free country where I can smoke cannabis, have sex and porno is fun.

A trolley was being pushed along the gangway and he chose a cold chicken salad and a glass of white wine.

“This is your captain speaking. We are about to land at Schiphol, where it’s a nice day if a bit cloudy. Fasten your seatbelts and thank you for flying with British Airways' ' the message intruded upon Tony’s thoughts and was repeated in Dutch as he fastened his seat belt and an air stewardess walked along the gangway checking they were fastened.

Soon the plane was touching down. “Yippee I’m free” Tony thought.

“Are you here for pleasure or for business Sir?” The Dutch official asked, looking at his passport.” Business primarily with a bit of pleasure as a bonus” he replied with a grin.

“Welcome to Holland Sir and have a nice time” the official said.

Tony walked around the airport and bought a laptop then sitting walked outside and took a taxi. “The railway station please” he said to the driver.

“Yes Sir Centraal Station Amsterdam” he said driving off onto the motorway.

Tony had been here many times since his teens but he had only discovered one square mile of Amsterdam facing Centraal Station so that’s why he came here. He paid the taxi driver in Euros and walked towards some of the hotels he had seen.

After a short while he found a small hotel and booked in for a week hiring a small room and bathroom with breakfast.

He walked into a computer shop and signed up for a roving Broadband connection at twenty five Euros a month. He hurried back to his room and got on line and went to his Facebook. As the page loaded he ran his hand through his long hair looking at his image, saw that Carol was online and clicked on the camera video chat symbol.

It was ringing and then Carol’s picture appeared on the screen. “Tony, where are you?” she asked.

“Abroad I had to go,” Tony replied.

“But when will I see you again?” Carol said a tear running down her face.

“Don’t cry Carol, you will have to come out here for visits at first and when you are sixteen you will be able to live here with me, if you want.”

“What get married?” Carol asked, her face brightening up.

“Yes if you want, I love you” Tony said not really imagining himself getting married but he would do it to make Carol happy.

“They asked me about the rings. I told them that I put them in myself. They were talking about putting me on care and protection but Mum assured them that I wouldn’t have illegal sex again until I was sixteen. Stupid isn’t it?”

“Look Carol I will contact you again later because I’m busy at the moment and I have got to call my Dad.

“Goodbye Tony, see you later on video chat” Carol promised.

“Goodbye babe” he replied ending the call and watching Carol’s image fade from the screen.

He went to Google Chat and put some credit on then tapped his Dad’s phone number in the keypad and it began ringing.

“Hello,” his Dad answered.

“Look Dad I’m not going to court ...”

“But the brief said that you would only get probation,” his father said.

“Probation, sex offenders register for life, no Dad I can’t take any of it” Tony replied.

“But you won’t be able to come back...” his father said.

I don’t want to come back. I’m in a free country now. Look Dad, the keys are in the car, the flat and everything. Get what you can out before the 27th and I’ll ring you tomorrow” Tony said.

“All right Tony you know what you’re doing and I’ll be over to see you soon. Aggie sends her regards.” he said.

Tony ended the call he had business to do...

Tony found a flat which looked good and it was near the Vondel Park in the Overtoom where he had enjoyed himself in the past. It was a ground floor flat and Tony made certain that he would be able to build a cannabis growing area in the basement and he moved in.

Back in Business

Chapter 15

It was easy to start growing cannabis again in Amsterdam and he had no trouble purchasing all the equipment he needed. Also there was no need to start from scratch as you could buy female clones already growing. Soon he had about a hundred plants growing and he set up his hash oil distillery too.

After a short space of a few weeks growing twenty hours a day he started to produce the clear golden hash oil again.

Then he started the webpage HashOil.eu and started to advertise hash oil and inquiries for what was being called a wonder medicine and stated to fill his webmail. He registered a company at the Chamber of Commerce and was given two post box numbers into which money and cheques began to pour in immediately.

He thought of Carol every day and talked to her on video chat.  After a while he started to feel really at home in Amsterdam and felt affection for the city, its bicycles and yellow trams. They had just had an election and thrown out the ruling right wing Freedom Party and there was an air of freedom and liberalism sweeping through the country.Tony knew that he was going to like it in Holland.

One thing that really upset him was when one night he found the videos of himself and Carol on a porno tube being advertised as “Red hot teenage SM, Mandy’s Training”.

He went into a rage banging his head on the table in frustration but he knew that there was nothing that he could do.”That fucking bastard Moody must have sold them” he thought.

Another thing was the news reports that were buzzing about all over the web about him describing him as a child rapist on the run and again there was nothing that he could do. Apart from that he was happy and planned to marry Carol when she was sixteen.

The End.

Author’s note: I hope that you have enjoyed Forbidden Fruit and read more of my books. I write every day usually about three thousand words every day. I love writing and you may expect more new books in the near future.

Although this story is set in existing locations all of the main characters are fictional and bear no relationship to any living person

Copyright Michael J Freeman September 2012.