My name is Jack and I live in a small town called Petersville.
Petersville oozes respectability on the surface, mostly white in its population make-up and all very much middle class and well to do but if the truth be known it is a little town with a lot of dirty secrets, and even more dirty linen that is kept hidden from the outside world and its prying eyes.
As the town's Doctor's son I am privy to a lot of these unspoken secrets, when I hit my late teens I started to help my father in his surgery, I did all of his filing for him so that his receptionist of 20 years could get on with other more important office duties and because of this I found out a lot of interesting things about many of the local townsfolk.
You see my father kept very copious notes on his patients, he was not only their Doctor but their confidant too, and he was a meticulous man with a meticulous mind and his notes were very revealing.
I wondered what his patients would think of him if they knew he wrote very impersonal notes about their private lives and kept them in a filing cabinet that wasn't even lockable.
As Bart Simpson would say, "they'd have a cow if they knew!"
For example one of my father's patient was Mrs Arabella Jones, she was the wife of the local Bank Manager, she was 38 years old, had two teenage sons who I had gone to school with, but when she was 18 years old she'd got so drunk on cherry brandy she had put out for the whole school football team in the locker room after a big game, she got knocked up, not surprising really and ended up giving the baby up for adoption.
What she didn't know was that her daughter, the result of the football gang bang was living in town and was dating her eldest son Paul!
Her very respectable family paid for it all to be covered up, none of the boys in question wanted to be known as "gang bangers" so Mrs Jones secret was kept in the dirty linen closet where it belonged.
Mrs Jones had got married very quickly after she secret birth of her bastard daughter, and had another child within ten months of her marriage to the son of one of a city lawyer who kept a holiday home in Petersville.
Arabella was under the impression that her baby daughter had been adopted out of town.
She had been but the family had moved to Petersville when little Candy was two years old, and of course the only person who did know this was my father who had said nothing to either Mrs Jones or Candy's adoptive parents.
In his notes on Mrs Jones file, he had put, "It matters not that Candy is dating Paul, it was a private adoption and Candy will never find out she is adopted because the birth certificate has been changed and to all intents and purposes she is the real daughter of Mr and Mrs Willows, anyway Paul is a healthy boy who needs to get his rocks off and Candy is putting out for him on a regular basis, she is sensible about the pill which is more than can be said for her mother all those years ago."
My father I soon realized was actually quite indifferent to the people he cared for, in fact after reading quite a few motes on various patients I got the distinct impression he didn't like most of the people he treated though he hid it well and did his job as the town's physician efficiently and to the best of his ability.
After I started reading the private notes on each file that I put away I soon realized that I didn't much like some of the residents in Petersville but I kept my council because I soon realized that knowledge a good thing, and that what I knew I could use for my benefit, and pleasure, discreetly of course.
Because of my father's notes I got into the panties of the local Parson's daughter. Her name was Nora and she was in the year above me at school and it appeared she had a real penchant for doing blow jobs.
She had come to see my father about it as she felt it was not normal that a girl should like to be on her knees sucking a man's cock whenever she got the chance.
My father told her that she was experiencing what he called "normal" sexual desire and as a long as she was discreet, had regular medical check-ups she could continue giving blow jobs until she didn't want to do them any more.
In his notes he put, "Nora is destined I think to end up as a working girl, she has no morals, is ruled by her desire for the penis, and strikes me as being that rare being, a born whore, this is not a medical observation but my own personal feeling on the matter, I have advised her not to indulge in her little fetish here in town, there are many secrets here and most are kept, but her father is not a popular man and there are many who be only too happy to tell him his daughter is a whore, luckily Candy thinks just like me, she hitch hikes to her Aunt's town 150 miles away every two weeks, her parents think she is taking the coach, but she saves the money and gets a lift from a truck stop just outside of town, she changes into her slut outfit as she calls it at a wash room at the truck stop, the truckers all know her very well and call her the Cock-Sucking Nora and she pays for her lift by sucking their cocks, she told me she usually does 12 or so cocks going to her Aunt's and 15 coming back, every ten miles or so she gets handed onto the next trucker until she is back home, very ingenious I have to say if very sluttish of her."
It wasn't too difficult for me to get access to Nora as I often helped her father at Church by handing around the collection plate, and very soon I was complementing Nora on how nice she looked, carried her books home from school and was generally very pleasant to her.
Nora was not an overly beautiful girl, she was actually quite plain if truth be known, but she had a nice body, a firm rounded butt, a nice pair of jugs, big but not too big, an oval face, with a mass of wavy gold hair, small piggy like blue eyes, a nose that needed to be perhaps a bit smaller for her tiny face, and a mouth that was actually too big for her head. She had large red lips, which were thick and luscious along with gleaming straight white teeth, and a weak Roman chin that receded slightly.
She had no idea I knew her little secret, so at first I pretended to find out by accident, one day I "just" happened to be in the vicinity when she got out of a truck on the edge of town.
I had worked out where she was most likely to be dropped off by one of her trucker friends and then pretended that my car had broken down.
When she saw me leaning over my car engine the colour drained out of her face, and she put her hand to her mouth and let out a little cry of dismay, I in turn managed to put a shocked expression on my face.
"Jack!" she gasped and I looked her up and down, she was wearing tight red hot pants that dug into her crotch, white stiletto high heels, loads of make up, and a tight almost see through top that barely covered her tits which weren't in a bra by the way but were bouncing all over the place free for all to see.
She clutched at her bag and I stood up tall.
"Oh boy," I said.
Of course she had to explain, she was so shocked to see me she told me the truth, I expected her to bluster, try and talk her way out of it but she didn't, she told me everything which was a bonus because it made what I intended to do all the more easier.
I surprised her by being somewhat sympathetic yet also conveying the fact I disapproved of her actions, we sat in my car in the back seat and I listened to her confession.
"You're lucky no one has caught you yet," I told her and she flushed and squirmed in her seat.
