It was a Saturday morning and Edward paused from cleaning his teeth; his left hand was cupping his dick and balls as he looked at his naked body in the bathroom mirror. Once more, his thoughts were directed to Miss Brown and her large slightly pendulous breasts, imagining them swaying from side to side as she was forced to walk naked in front of him and half a dozen other men. His cock needed no further prompting and expanded to stand hard and erect. It was a young man's cock, stiff, vertical, and curving slightly. Looking down, the slit was almost smiling at him, or at least had a smug expression.
He once more returned to his teeth, though still letting his left hand finger the head of his cock as he smiled to himself. Another vision of her pinned under a fat old man whose cock was thrusting in and out of her cunt as she was forced to service not only him but many other men. Humiliation was what he enjoyed; watching her face as she was used by one and all as she continued to serve her out her Weekend Alternative Correction sentence.
His Uncle's plan to offer women a way of avoiding public knowledge of their misdemeanors was proving a big success, especially with the men who enjoyed their services for nothing. And surprisingly many women preferred this option even given all it entailed. Their fear of being sacked from their well paid jobs for some minor drug offense overcoming their self-esteem and dignity.
Edward spat into the bowl, leaning over to suck in a mouthful of water before rinsing his mouth and spitting out again. He placed his toothbrush back onto it stand and looked around the room, the mess was almost enough to soften his cock from his reminiscences, but not quite. Though today he would have to clear up the house, as his parents, who had been overseas were returning tomorrow. It wasn't something he was looking forward to.
The phone rang and Edward walked through to the kitchen to answer it, his cock slowly deflating as reluctantly knew he would have to start the day.
"Hi." He said in that perfunctory manner all teenagers have.
"Edward? It's Jack."
"Oh hi there uncle, what's happening?" His manner changing instantly, was this the prelude for another encounter with Miss Brown? He could feel his cock starting to stiffen again.
"I was about to ask you the same thing?" Uncle Jack chuckled.
"Well the folk are back tomorrow as you know and I'm really going to have to sort out the mess the place is in. Otherwise they'll think twice about going away again next month. To tell you the truth it's better when they're gone."
"Oh you mean so you can keep fucking that cute little redhead with the nice tits."
Edward was always shocked at Uncle Jack's direct manner, even though what he often said was the truth.
"Well..." He said hesitantly.
"No need to be shy, of course you want to keep fucking her and hopefully lots of other good looking women. She was sitting on my cock just the other day, and I did like the way her tits jiggled as she rode me up and down."
"Uncle Jack you are something!" Edward laughed; he had no issues with sharing Miss Brown with Uncle Jack or anyone else. All humiliation of her was worth every moment, although he loved fucking her he also relished watching her being used by other men. They both laughed.
"Tell you what, leave the house for the moment and I'll organize something to help out. In the meantime why don't you meet me at the Lynton Memorial Park and we'll grab a morning coffee and a bite to eat."
"Sounds good," said Edward, who was always keen to go with Uncle Jack who if the truth be known he liked better than his step-father, who was a bit of a boring turd when it came to it. What his mother saw in him was beyond him, maybe he had a big dick, though it was probably because he had heaps of money and owned property all over the world, hence the travelling overseas.
"Right, I've got a couple of things to do first so I'll get there about 11, can you hold out till then? Use your Cadet pass on the tube, and then you won't have to pay. Get off at St Bartholomew's as it's a shorter walk than the Memorial stop. Turn left when you exit the station, and keep walking, you can't miss it. The café is near the entrance; hopefully I'll be waiting, though if I'm a bit late just grab a table."
"Er Uncle will you be um er.. bringing anyone along?"
"Why who would you like?" Uncle Jack teased Edward with a chuckle.
"Oh, nobody special, I was just wondering if my little redhead as you call her has finished her sentence?" Edward asked tentatively.
"Well I'm not sure, hang on a moment I'll check." He paused as if talking to someone else, "Edward I've got to go, I'll see you at 11." With which he rang off.
Edwards cock was now definitely interested again and this time did look smug. He got dressed and pottered about checking emails and stuff on his laptop before realizing he had better get a move on if he was to get to the park before 11. The day was bright and sunny with that pleasant warmth one gets just before the summer heat drives everyone indoors. Edward picked up his keys, phone and wallet before leaving the house. The tube was only a couple of hundred yards away through the suburb that Edward had been born in eighteen years go. Lynton Memorial Park though was across the town on the other side of the river, about 25 minutes journey.
The tube was relatively empty it being a weekend, in the week it would be full, though by this time the mad morning rush would be long gone. He checked the stations and got up as St Bartholomew's came up as the next destination. He was the only one to exit, as most folk were heading into town the other way to do shopping or whatever else they did on the weekend.
Edward climbed up the stairs that led to the street level and as Uncle Jack instructed turned left out of the station and walked along the quiet suburban road. This was a service suburb and although it boasted a short High St, there was a little further up the road. A few people passed him carrying shopping or walking dogs until he came to the gates to the Park. They were grand Victorian affairs with all the cast iron twiddles and floral filigree so popular in those days. There were a few people walking in the distance as Edward made his way towards a red brick building with tables and chairs scattered around the outside.
