Sex And Strikes And Rock 'N' RollWeek Sixteen free porn video

FRIDAY JUNE-17

We were heading out of school at the end of the day, the whole gang of us. Sophia and I were dressed in G-string and boxer briefs respectively, however now that we were out of school we were wearing our coveralls as some sort of sign that winter and the cold biting winds that came with it had finally arrived. Nigel Long and Anne Marshall being braver and hardier, or maybe more foolish who knows, made no such concession and remained naked because it had been their week to do so.

It was also the week for Sean and Cindy to be dressed and most of the rest of our gang and, it seemed, a high percentage of the rest of the students had taken advantage of Casey High's winter concession. The school had decided in its wisdom to allow students to dress and undress within the heated confines of the school building as often as they liked during the day as long as they didn't disrupt classes or block access to or clog up school corridors.

I also began to notice that even in the centrally heated school nudity was far less prevalent. The students, especially the girls, had finally realised that a little mystery, that leaving at least something to a boys imagination was sexier and created more of a sensual atmosphere. And as if to prove the point Nigel Long's head turned slightly as he spotted a year ten girl with blonde hair who's name I didn't know walking through the gates a few yards ahead of us. He was walking next to his partner Anne whose spectacular C-cup breasts, slim waist, fuck me hips and perfect heart shaped arse should have enough to keep anyone's attention but he just couldn't keep his eyes off the other girl who dressed in matching hot pink bra and lacy lace panties that clung tightly to cheeks that wobbled nicely within their confines as her hips swayed sexily.

Anne dropped back grinning as Nigel didn't even notice that she wasn't walking with him. She turned slightly side on so that she could walk with us and point at Nigel at the same time. "Will you just look at that," she said laughing, "he's been walking with us and never looked like getting a hard-on. One look at that arse in those panties and he's as hard as a rock.

"HEY NIGEL!" she yelled. When he turned, realised she wasn't with him and stopped she added, "Do you want me to do something about that?" and she pointed at his erection that was spearing the air.

Nigel laughed as he looked down at his hard cock and then back to Anne. "Uumm! Now that might be a good idea." He looked at his watch. "And the 'Fuck Hut' does stay open until the last of the teacher's leaves.

"Maybe you could use some company." It was then we realised that the blonde haired year ten girl had stopped and was about to head back towards us. "Especially as I seem to be part of the inspiration for that," and she pointed at Nigel's erection.

"I don't suppose you come with a name," grinned Anne. "I mean if Nigel is going to fuck you shouldn't he at least know who he's fucking?"

She held out her hand. "Layla McQueen."

Anne took it, but only to pull her into an embrace. When they were pressed body to body and hands were on each pair of bottom cheeks Anne said, "This how our group make introductions. Layla didn't move to Nigel immediately, I think she was saving him until last. Instead she turned to me and held out her arms. I embraced her and kissed her enjoying, as I did so, the feel of her smallish breasts pushing into my chest as I grabbed her by the bottom and pulled her to me...

Layla then broke the kiss and pulling her head back slightly gazed up into my eyes an impish smile on her face. "So what's it like stud? How does it feel to fuck one of the world's sexiest women. You know don't you that since they saw our own resident superstar/superstud fucking Lindsay Lohan on Tuesday night every girl in school wants to fuck you. Not that most of them didn't want to fuck you already."

"Layla," I said taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "I think we need to get a couple of things straight. One is that on Tuesday night the person being interviewed by Adam and Eve was the Hollywood actress, the superstar, the beautiful woman that a lot of men have fantasies about and that features in a lot boys of wet dreams was different to the person I had sex with. On that mattress she wasn't a performer she was a teenage girl enjoying sex with a teenage boy. And we had a real chance to talk before and after the show when she came back to our house to spend the night so she could visit with Maria and Vikki's father, John. Understand this Layla, away from the spotlight, the media and the vicious sharks that come with that whole circus she is just like every other person in the world, Lindsay Lohan needs people around that she knows care for her and love her, and unfortunately in that world she inhabits that often isn't the case." I indicated Nigel and Anne. "Now why don't you just enjoy the company of these two wonderful people and I guarantee that they'll make you feel just as special as any celebrity."

And that is exactly what she did after introducing herself to the rest of our tight little group. And then the phone rang!

Eight of us walked into the yard of the ambulance station situated two blocks down from the hospital. Mum and Dad and Julie and Maddy who Caroline had given an early mark to were already in attendance.

Mum and Julie both looked at all of my friends. They were speechless at first but finally mum spoke for all of them. "Did all of you come to learn how too... ?" She didn't finish she just indicated the specially fitted out Toyota that was sitting in the yard with an ambulance officer standing next to it.

Sean didn't hesitate, he walked up to mum, Julie, Maddy and my father and gave them the warmest most heartfelt hugs. "Now honestly, what do you think?" he said stepping back. "I doubt there's a student in the school who wouldn't want to help if they could. There wasn't even any footy training or cheerleading practice, though the girls and Mark and I were told that if there had been we all would have been excused."

"Sean's right," said Lynn walking up and giving all of them the same loving hugs. "Any time we can help, we want you to call us. Maybe we can set up some sort of roster to help take the pressure off." She indicated me as she continued to look at each of them in turn. "Especially at weekends and on Tuesday nights when Justin is busy either bowling, commentating or fucking Hollywood superstars."

They laughed, so did the gang and so did I. Well really what else could I do. Then one by one they all went up and hugged mum and dad, Julie and Maddy all saying how honoured they were.

Last to step up was Julie who, after she gave them all hugs, said, "And that goes double for me Mary. If anyone owes you guys it's me. After everything I said and did you all forgave me and gave me my life back."

"I've said it before and I'll say it everytime you keep trying to apologise. Don't you dare give us that shit, Julie Morris," said my father pulling her back into a hug and grabbing her firmly by the arse as he did so. "You did it yourself with all of that selfless stuff you did and still do for the Royal Children's Hospital appeal." He grinned. "Now are you going to finally forget about that garbage or do I have to fuck some sense into you right here, right now?"

She giggled. "Much as I'd like that Louis I think we're here for a loftier purpose than that aren't we?"

"She's right," said mum laughing. "Now if you can keep that thing in your pants long enough we should get down to the business of learning how to transport John and Maria back and forth from home." She turned to the guy standing by the Toyota van. "Okay Kenny, I think we're ready now."

It was then that he produced a wheelchair that I hadn't noticed before but recognised as one of the two used by my sister and by John. Turning to the twelve of us who were now all standing together he said, "Okay who's first?"

"Well I reckon I'm a similar build to John," said my father and he stepped towards the wheelchair, "so I reckon I should represent Vikki's father."

"Good," said Kenny. "Now who would like to strap him in and learn how to get the chair into the van?"

Mum didn't hesitate. Stepping forward she said, "I think Julie and I should take the first two turns don't you, seeing as we are going to be home most of the time."

And so it was that twelve people spent the next forty-five minutes learning how to lift and lower the ramp and fix the wheelchair into position. Four people, mum and dad, Julie and myself, then spent another half-hour learning that care was needed driving around when you were transporting passengers whose delicate spine depended on how smooth your driving was. It was quite a scary thought knowing that one mistake, one error in judgement, one pot hole in the road, one irresponsible piece of driving by a drunk driver could undo any progress they had made.

To me it put things in a whole new light and gave me a real insight into what was important in life, especially knowing that a single trip from home to the hospital could effect my sister and Vikki's father for the rest of their lives.

After that we barely had time to go home before I had to leave be at the bowl early for my Friday night commentary duties. When we got there the guys were just putting the finishing touches to the new wheelchair access. It seemed that mom and Julie's rewards scheme had paid off because they had done a magnificent job. I looked at mum who seemed pretty anxious about something. And then I twigged. I should have known.

I grinned. "I'll get something to eat at the bowl mum, you know I got a phone call from Millie at lunchtime telling me to be at the bowl early. And anyway, I think you and Julie here might have something else in mind." Turning to the four guys I said, "I hope you don't have any plans for a while. If you do you might want to cancel them I think the ladies are horny."

When mum and Julie giggled and began undressing the guys simply shrugged their shoulders and laughed when they were naked in a matter of seconds. Mum and Julie, not surprisingly, WERE, horny! But then so were the workmen.

It should have been a night of regular commentary duties. It wasn't! The first hint of that was when I was asked to be at the bowl at five o'clock before the audience arrived. When they told me to contact my three teammates and make sure they were there as well I knew there was something serious afoot though I didn't know what. When I arrived and saw my three teammates and every member of the other twenty-seven teams beginning to occupy seats in the stands and looking as though they were expecting an announcement I joined them.

The second hint came shortly after when Peter Baker the CUB executive in charge of the league and Foxtel Executive Producer Eric Renshaw stepped onto a hastily constructed dais with a gentleman I had never seen before. Peter Baker produced a microphone and quickly introduced the stranger. When he did he stunned us all.

"Ladies and gentleman," he said to all one hundred and twelve of us, "I'd like to introduce to you a very special gentleman who, after flying in from the United States has been in meetings with the leagues sponsors and officials as well as representatives from the Fox network and channel nine. He is here now to tell all of you the reasons for his sudden trip to Australia. Would you please make welcome the president of the Professional Bowlers Association of the United States, Gerard McCaish. He is here to issue a challenge and in doing so make a very special offer. So please make him welcome."

We did, in the only way we knew how. Heavy applause, whistles and a standing ovation.

"Why thank you," he said with a broad smile once we had all settled. "I think I can honestly say that that is the first time in my life I've ever received a standing ovation. However seeing as you have a session of bowling to run tonight I think I'd better get straight down to business."

He took a quick drink of water from a glass that had been placed on a table in front of him. "I'm here, not only as a representative of the PBA of the United States but also as a representative of our Association sponsors Denny's Restaurants and of Chrysler Automobiles and Playboy Enterprises who are jointly sponsoring special qualifying competitions which will shortly take place in ten bowling centres around the United States. The top ten male and female bowlers from each of those venues will then be invited to compete in Las Vegas at a pair of specially constructed lanes in front of an estimated audience of three thousand five hundred people. From the one hundred bowlers of each sex that will be competing the top two males and females will be selected to form a team. Those two hundred bowlers will head to Las Vegas knowing that not only will they have to be quality bowlers they will also have to be willing bare themselves both physically as well as sexually. Now whether that leads to actual sexual intercourse very much depends on how successful the joint lobbying by the ESPN and Foxtel networks, Chrysler and Playboy and PBA, is."

He smiled then and looked around at all one hundred and twelve of us. "And now we come to the reason why I am here talking to you. On behalf of the PBA of the United States I am issuing a challenge to the two top male and two top female bowlers from your league to form a team to take on our team in a five match winner take all competition worth US$1,000,000 to the winning team as well as a prize of a car for each of the winning bowlers.

"Your sponsors, your leagues executive and your own Foxtel network along with your channel nine have already agreed. All we need now is a show of hands from you the bowlers telling us whether you agree or not." He looked around all of us. "So, raise your hand if the idea of your two male and female bowlers with the highest averages at seasons end going on an all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas to represent your league meets with your approval."

It was unanimous, every single hand went up. But there was something bothering me and I decided that it needed to be brought to the attention of our leagues representatives and this PBA official. I raised my hand and at the same time asked in a voice loud enough to be heard, "CAN I BRING SOMETHING UP THAT I THINK NEEDS TO BE DISCUSSED?"

Stepping to the microphone Peter turned to Gerard McCaish and said, "The young man's name is Justin Robertson. He is a bowler with the 'Tigers' team who are currently in the number one spot in our league, is currently the male bowler with the highest average and also works with Foxtel as a commentator when he isn't bowling. I think that that gives Justin a reasonable perspective from which to ask any question."

McCaish smiled. "You're right Peter. And my colleagues and I have seen film of Justin and your other top bowlers in action." He smiled again. "Both on and off the lanes." Turning to me he added, "So Justin I would like to hear what you have to say."

"Just this Mr. McCaish, Peter, Eric. We are about to begin the fifteenth week of the season. That means that our averages are pretty well settled and that after this weekend there would need to be something like a forty five pin differential for one bowler to gain even one average point on another bowler and that will only get harder week by week." I stopped for a second as I mentally phrased what I wanted to say next. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that realistically there are probably only five males bowlers with a good shot at finishing first or second in the averages while as far the females go, Stephanie King," I turned to her, she was standing next to Tony Casey, who was on my left, and smiled, "has an averages twelve pins better than the next closest female bowler. That simply means that it's a battle between probably three or four other female bowlers for just one spot."

I stopped for a few more seconds. "What I'm trying to say is that without all one hundred and twelve of us there wouldn't be a league. So, if the four bowlers that DO go are lucky enough to win then a reasonable portion of the prizemoney should be split between the remaining bowlers."

Gerard McCaish walked to the microphone. "I have to say that is a very generous thought Justin. Though from what I've learned about you as both a bowler and a person it comes as no surprise." He looked around where we were sitting until his eyes focused on Stephanie. "Miss King, seeing as your spot is all but guaranteed, do you have an opinion?"

"Of course I do." She looked at me and smiled before she turned back to face McCaish. "I agree one hundred percent."

"Thank you Miss King." McCaish then asked for a show of hands from the bowlers once more to show if they were in agreement. Once again it was unanimous.

"Okay Justin," said McCaish turning to me, "I presume you have some kind of a figure as a basis."

I did have a figure in mind and had been using the calculator from my mobile phone to work out a few figures. Turning to McCaish I said, "I was thinking of something close to a sixty forty split. According to the figures I've just worked out if we win and donate $5,555 a head to the remaining one hundred and eight bowlers the four bowlers who represent this league would stand to receive $100,000.15 and a car each." I smiled. "Now I don't know about anyone else but I for one think that would be a pretty fair pay for five sessions of bowling. What do you say?"

"That that's a very generous offer." Then I watched as he produced a phone of his own and began pressing some buttons. After a few seconds he turned back to me. "I've just worked out some figures of my own. I don't think I will have much trouble in getting the sponsors to round out those one hundred and eight $5,555 prizes up to $6000. Though once again I'll have to ask for a show of hands to see if you all agree with Justin's suggestion."

It was unanimous again. Of course there was never any doubt about the result this time. And that was it, meeting finished. All that was required to finalise things was for papers to be prepared over the next two weeks, papers that would be signed by all of us bowlers and witnessed by a Justice of the Peace. And then finally it was into the commentary box for the evening's bowling where Camilla and I would be joined by Gerard McCaish who planned to attend all four sessions.

After the pre-game show which McCaish decline our invitation to take part in he turned to me and after taking a sip from a mug of black coffee asked, "So who should I look out for tonight? Are their any bowlers with the potential to join your team?"

I looked at him quite steadily and in all seriousness asked, "What do you mean my team?"

"Exactly what I said Justin." He sat forward then and placed his mug on the table. "That Stephanie King will be heading to Las Vegas is guaranteed, barring injury." He touched the table with the first two fingers of his right hand. "Touch wood. But I doubt if there is a bowler or a person who is associated with this league who doesn't think that you are a shoo-in for one of the two male spots." He took another sip of his coffee. "So I guess what I'm asking is, are there any bowlers on show tonight who might have a chance of filling either of those two remaining spots?"

"Now while I'm not sure that I agree with you Mr. McCaish..."

"Oh please Justin, call me Gerard."

I laughed. "Okay, Gerard." I turned to Camilla. "And if you're real nice to Camilla here she might let you call her Millie, all her friends," I winked at her, "especially her really good friends, do."

Millie looked at the handsome and very distinguished Gerard McCaish and obviously sized him up very quickly. Placing her left hand on his knee and squeezing gently she said, "Oh Gerard you can definitely call me Millie." She smiled. "And unless you have somewhere to be tonight how would you feel about joining me and one of Justin's main dangers for one of those team spots for a drink at my place?"

Not backward in coming forward Gerard placed his right hand high up on her thigh and close to, but without touching, her pussy which was in plain view. "I think I'd like that." Then finally allowing his index finger to slide between her labia he turned to me. "Now Justin, where were we?"

I looked down briefly and watched for a second as Millie cupped his groin with her left hand through his trousers and pressed her pussy lips against his probing finger as he began to work it slowly inside then I looked into Gerard's eyes and with a straight face said, "We were about to discuss if any of tonight's bowlers had a chance of making the trip to Vegas."

"Oh yes," he said continuing to look at me while rhythmically finger fucking Camilla and pressing into Camilla's gently squeezing hand. "So are there?"

"Oh yes," I said knowing that the 'Eagles' were playing the 'Kookaburras'. "There are two on show tonight. Both have a real show of being in the final four that head to Vegas and they both bowl in the same team, the 'Eagles'. Robert Miles," I turned to Camilla briefly, "who you will probably get well acquainted with tonight seeing as he is Millie's boyfriend, currently has an average second to mine and his teammate, Allison Déijon, currently has an average second only to Stephanie King's."

"Hmmm," he said, "Let's hope they live up to their billing."

They did, and so did a few others!

"Phew!" said Gerard McCaish. This time he had happily joined Camilla and I in a post session discussion for the cameras before our interviews. The audience and the viewers had naturally been informed of the PBA offer and challenge. "Whoever we put up as a team," he smiled, "and they WILL be good, will definitely have their work cut out. That was some exhibition of bowling tonight."

He wasn't wrong. Robert Miles had lived up his reputation with a strong 778 series and Allison had managed a 733 series. However they had been completely upstaged by the 'Powers' Christine Smith and Adam Hunt who bowled 829 and 813 respectively. Christine on the back of a 298 and Adam's was on the back of a 285 game. And when you threw in four more series better than 750 you had an impressive nights bowling.

After the interviews with the stars of the night we interviewed the seven bowlers destined to take part in the 'Show'. Four, Heather Webb of the 'Kookaburras', Mandy Pierce of the 'Power' and the 'Mariners' Peter Jones and his 16-year-old daughter Kim were destined for sex with the audience. Of the remaining three Mitzy Prentice and Alex Printz, husband of Karla, who were both from the 'Cats' team naturally had sex with each other. That left just one bowler, Heather Webb's teammate Lee Huang and he was going to put his 8-inch cock and precocious sexual talent to good use with Camilla.

Standing there with me, and seemingly unconcerned with events going on around him, Gerard not surprisingly had eyes only for Camilla and Lee Huang.

"Randy little slut isn't she?" said Robert Miles joining us to watch the six separate couples supplying the post bowling entertainment. He grinned. "But then you'll get to find out just how randy tonight." When McCaish looked at Robert with a stunned expression Robert was quick to add. "It's all right, Millie told me you were joining us at her place. And you never know," he laughed, "Lucille Preston one of our production assistants might join us. She's a real firecracker."

We were all watching Camilla by this stage. She was on her back on a thick blanket while Lee Huang was hovering over her and resting on his powerful arms as he fucked her with a powerful rhythm that came directly from his lean but well muscled body. At first she just lay there enjoying her partner but then came the gradual change. Using her shoulders and her feet, once she'd drawn them back underneath her thighs and spread her knees to allow Lee to move between them, Camilla began to thrust up to meet Lee Huang's every downward thrust and they were soon lost in the rhythm of a dance as old as life itself.

It soon became a case of not knowing where to look. Father and daughter Peter and Kim were side by side chatting happily, as were their two partners. It was as though sex in front of a live audience of two hundred people and a television audience of millions was an everyday occurrence. That the four people were able to enjoy such a conversation came about because Kim was on her hands and knees being fucked doggy style by an enthusiastic young man dressed in jeans and a Silverchair T-shirt. Instead of undressing he had slid the zipper of his jeans down and had flopped out an impressive cock which he buried in a pussy already soaking in one smooth motion at Kim Jones request.

The chance for the two conversations came about because of an incredible coincidence and two very lucky tickets. It turned out that the young twenty-something redhead partnering Peter Jones just happened to be daughter Kim's partners girlfriend and like Kim enjoyed being fucked doggy style. Thus it was that with Kim Jones and her father's partner both on their hands and knees and facing the opposite way two separate conversations were held while the fucking was happening.

"Well," said Gerard McCaish joining Robert, Camilla and I in the OB van, "that was very enlightening. And now we really will have something to lobby for. In the meantime," he glanced at Camilla, "I have something else on my mind." Then turning to me he asked. "And just what do you have planned Justin."

I grinned. "Oh just my regular Friday night orgy." I turned to Lucille Preston as Camilla and I began to dress in our street clothes. "Lucille... ?" When she acknowledged me I continued. "I think Gerard here and Camilla have something to ask you." And that was where I left it knowing what would be waiting for me at Marion's place.

Yes, Marion's parents had insisted that our regular Friday night orgy be held at their place, and eventually they had bowed to our insistence that they join us.

When I knocked on the door of the Jackson home Rosemary answered. And though she was fully dressed she only opened the door enough to let me inside before she shut the door behind me. Of course I knew why, but it was still interesting to see which of the usual suspects were partnering who and exactly what they were up to.

The first surprise I got was that it wasn't just the usual suspects, apart from the new venue and a couple of first timers at, I strongly suspected, any orgy in Marion's parents there were two other surprise Friday night guests. Paullina Bettino wasn't that much of a surprise and had been allowed to come because of how much faith her parents and her Uncle Frank had in me and my friends but seeing Layla McQueen in the room was. And not only was Layla in the room she was making herself right at home and apparently had been since she arrived

At the time I walked in Layla was enjoying herself in a threesome with Paullina and the strongly built Anton Martin whose nicely sized 7-inch cock was exploring the silky depths of her pussy while Paullina happily ran her tongue along its length on every outstroke during their sexy sixty-nine.

It was just as well that the Jackson home was built on an open plan because with many more females than males, I counted sixteen to nine, there were four other threesomes happening. Gerry Connolly was thoroughly enjoying being ridden by Lynn Eldridge while Daphne Woolcroft made good use of his tongue. Nearby the twins Bingham were side by side both on hands and knees, Tara was taking everything Sean Middleton could give her while Teresa was receiving the same treatment from Mark Pullar. Completing that pair of threesomes were Julie Morris and Sarah Pendleberry both of whom were happily lifting their ass off the floor and thrusting their respective pussies at the probing Bingham tongues. That left just one more threesome involving my program squad partner Sophia Dunstall, Anne Marshall and Colin Bucknell. Like Layla and Paullina Sophia and Anne settled into a sixty nine. The difference their was that Colin kept switching ends.

The threesomes were normal. However there was one thing distinctly different about them. Almost without exception the participants were wearing something. Blouses or T-shirts and panties seemed to be common among the girls while briefs or boxers seemed to be the standard dress for the guys. Apparently nudity was becoming passé and who could argue. Go to a nude beach filled with very attractive naked women and watch a guys reaction if a girl dressed in a sexy bikini that that hints at but doesn't reveal and you'll understand.

That left five couples. Dad Eric was dancing with daughter Marion. He was wearing a pair of boxers and Marion a short nightie that would normally be worn with panties. Marion was enjoying her father's hands roaming all over her bottom while they danced to The Corrs 'Forgiven Not Forgotten'. Also dancing were Robin Ottoman and Penny Wallace, Debbie Hawkins and Naomi Johnson and Nigel Long and Cindy Morrison. Robin and Nigel were both fully dressed while the girls wore either a T-shirt or an open blouse with either panties or G-strings.

That left me and Marion's mother. Rosemary, Eric was quick to inform me, had been waiting all night saving herself for me. "Come on," she said pointing to a vacant spot on the floor where a doona and couple of pillows lay, apparently for our use, "I've been waiting for this. I've seen you in action on television, I've listened to my daughter and the rest of these young ladies heap praise on your ability to please a woman." She reached for the blouse she was wearing. "Now it's time to put up."