Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2019 21:52:24 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's Laptop: Dylan's Rat Bike Chapter 6

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Pornographer's laptop 6, Vivian's new sidekick.

Roberta's phone call from GCHQ at Cheltenham to Vivian certainly became a
game changer, unbeknown to us, another laptop was found amongst the pile of
rubbish dumped which Dylan's Saracen mountain bike was taken from which
eventually led to the pikies who dumped the rubbish being raided by the
cops. There was other things amongst the rubbish pile which the cops found
which led to them being caught and it was this laptop which was the smoking
gun as not only was it stolen, it was the one used to compile and upload
the stories naming Dylan as a central character and sent messages to
students at his school telling them to search his name and specifying the
sites. Its operator had also entered the dark web to view child pornography
and was also used to hack into Dylan's email and social media accounts
along with other persons whose computers were also hacked and whose email
accounts were used to upload spam but the real ace up its sleeve was it
contained a ransom ware programme which had it been used would have brought
a lot of companies to their knees.

Unlike the old Acer which was found earlier and operates on dial up which
was used as a back up storage device which required an external hard drive
to operate, this one was an up to date top of the range model and GCHQ had
certainly cracked every one of its secrets. Roberta ended the call by
sending out an email to the whole group and the following morning she
phoned Ellen.

Roberta's call woke them up from their night of slumber, lovemaking and the
most amazing sex not having set the alarm clock when she gave them the good
news which certainly woke them up, suddenly they became racked with
euphoria as though they won a huge amount on Euro millions in the order of
100 million plus, they were so vital and alive at the news and about to
take their showers together when the Hermes courier pressed the
doorbell. Ellen threw on the first thing to hand which was her see through
baby doll nightie, answered the door startling its young shapely blond
teenage shemale driver with a large box? who gazed upon her amazing sexy
body which sent her monster cock into erection overdrive spitting a huge
gob of pre-cum into her silky girly nylon panties as her huge nipples
hardened and poked out both her matching silky nylon camisole and shirt.

Nevertheless he composed herself to take her signature with her electronic
device and left bidding her good day and drove straight to the dogging site
as lust for sex racked throughout her body.

After showering and drying off. Ellen threw on just her bikini bottoms
whilst Dylan threw on his red Eyeline nylon swim briefs and paired up to
cook breakfast. Over breakfast Dylan remarked.

"Mum, that package is from Vivian, I wonder what he's sent us?"

"Soon my love, knowing him it's going to be a lovely surprise, eat up my
love."

After breakfast came the big reveal when she carefully opened the box by
popping the staples and cutting the binding straps and tape with her
disposable Stanley knife followed by carefully cutting the inner clear
plastic bag lining when the pleasing aroma of new clothes hit both their
nostrils. Ellen studied the delivery note and said.

"Dylan my love, Vivian has kindly sent us nylon tricot bed sheets, these
will make your nights of sleep far more pleasant with their silky feel, I
can't wait for tonight."

"Mum, that's awesome, I've heard about these at school, the boy who told me
about them says since his mum changed his sheets, he keeps having wet
dreams."

"Right, let's go and change the sheets."

Richard and I woke up that morning after a night of the most amazing sex
and my breastfeeding him which sent him into a peaceful slumber without
experiencing his nightmares when he latched onto my breasts one at a time
for his morning milk followed by him straddling me cowgirl fashion and
riding my huge cock filling him with another huge load of spunk adding to
the amount still inside his bowels even though some had leaked out of both
our rear pussy holes during the night when he went to the toilet and I
heard several huge thunderous farts as he blasted loads of my spunk down
the pan followed by a huge log of shit and pissing out gallons when he came
out of the toilet followed by my turn to eject both his spunk with a shit
and a piss then we showered together. I had only just dried when the Hermes
courier pressed the doorbell. I quickly threw on my black nylon Eyeline
swim briefs, answered the door giving an eyeful to a shapely blond teenage
shemale sporting a huge cock bulge giving her a good eyeful of my mature
fit speedo clad form sporting breasts carrying a large box.

Richard came down the stairs wearing only his black nylon Eyeline swim
briefs which held her gaze as he came to the door when she said.

"Richard Holder, remember me, I'm Ross, please call me Rose."

I said. "Rose, you'd best come in for a coffee as we're just about to have
breakfast and I daresay you'll want to talk over old times," I signed for
the box leaving it in the hallway and led them to the kitchen.

Richard got on with cooking our breakfasts whilst I made her some British
Airways coffee sweetened with honey, whitened with breast milk and served
in a Mike Hailwood mug with two buttered British Airways brown bread breast
milk cheese rolls. She tucked in whilst talking over old times together
when I asked Richard.

"How about bringing her along to the island this weekend?"

"Rosie, this is one weekend you don't want to miss, it's a bit on the kinky
side and we all camp together in a makeshift shelter made from camouflaged
army basha sheets into a large tent."

"I'm up for it, I have just two more deliveries to do then I'm done for the
day."

"Great, I'll have the video ready for you and you can see what we're all
about."

Rose finished her coffee and complimented saying.

"This coffee's excellent and so are your cheese rolls; you must tell me
which health food shop supplies these,"

I replied. "It's all home made and there's good stocks held on the island,
I'll talk you through the video and show you the kit list when you return,"
then she left.

I opened the box and carefully cut through the transparent plastic lining
then read the delivery note from Vivian becoming astonished at the contents
saying.

"That kinky bastard Vivian's sent me a box full of nylon tricot bed sheets,
they're a real blast from the past, you haven't had a good night in bed
unless the bed's made with those sheets, we'll make the beds with them
ASAP."

"What's it like sleeping with nylon sheets?"

"They're truly amazing next to your skin, you just slip and slide sensually
in bed, it's a bit like those nylon tricot Players vests we wear indoors,
especially if you've no body hair or it's just been removed with hair
remover which has given me a thought."  .  .  .  "What's that?"

"Thirty years ago, the army was still on 1958 pattern webbing and the issue
sleeping bag was a feather and down filled affair with a rubberized bottom,
the sleeping bag liner for those was made of nylon tricot, I'll make a few
calls seeing as there's bound to be stocks still held by military surplus
dealers. Back in the day most people just bought the sleeping bags but not
the liners so if I do find some, everyone will have the benefit of sleeping
in nylon tricot on the island."

"Tom, you're one hell of a kinky bastard, I like your suggestions."

"Years of experience my boy of being a qualified outdoor pursuits
instructor and Duke of Edinburgh's award assessor who knows how to take
care of teens."

"I bet those teens loved you, - - I can just visualize you poking them with
that huge knob of yours," when the phone rang with Rick on the other end
from the island, he opened the call with.

"Hi Tom, Just went and collected a package from Vivian after Hermes called
me, guess what he's sent."

"I already know, doubtless the whole groups got them by now."

"Yeah, nylon tricot bed sheets, must give him a call to thank him," that's
when we heard Roberta's Suzuki GSXR1300 Hyabusa pull up.

She entered my house and went straight to the kitchen making another round
of breast milk whitened coffees and buttered breast milk cheese rolls
shortly followed by Rose returning when both Dylan and his mum
arrived. Roberta opened the discussion with.

"My department has been in contact with the web sites regarding the stories
naming Dylan as the central character," when Rose spoke up.

"Miss, my name is also out there on a lot of those stories, can you help
me?"

"Ah, so we have some more. I have brought the second laptop with me so what
I want you to do is look through its storage and pick out the ones with
your names on, they're all in the my documents section so what I propose is
to transfer them onto a USB memory stick, spend time editing each one and
re-upload them. My department has contacted the relevant webmasters who are
happy to do this and retain the sender's original email address thereby
giving him a load of shit."

Ellen spoke up asking. "Rose, these people have hacked my son's email and
social media and I daresay they have also done the same to you, am I
correct?"

Rose suddenly burst out crying screaming out. "Yes, they've destroyed me."

"Dylan, will you please boot up your Tokyo Spider?"

"Rose asked. "Tokyo Spider, what the hell's that?"

Dylan replied. "It's the most amazing computer on the planet; now please
write down your email, social media and any other accounts which you've
been locked out of and I'll have yours up and running in a jiffy."

Dylan booted up his Tokyo spider which took him through the authentication
stages with Rose sat next to him with a notepad at the ready, the Tokyo
Spider cracked her email password in seconds which she changed for the one
randomly selected by Dylan's device which showed the true horror of the
spamming operation on an industrial scale which not only added to the hard
evidence she needed to build up her department's case against the
perpetrators and present to the court in Richard's defence, it would also
be presented as evidence in the event of Rose being prosecuted.

Dylan's device went on to crack the passwords to all of Rose's accounts and
with new passwords selected by Dylan's device, Rose had regained control of
all her accounts and systematically went through her email inbox changing
those received she selected as spam. A good morning's work was accomplished
followed by lunch and Dylan sorting out Rose's kit list for the coming
weekend then settling down to watch the video of our group on the island
narrated by himself who done a marvelous job and when the video finished,
Rose had no doubt's about joining us on the island followed by him
dutifully taking all her measurements and emailing them off to Vivian.

Lastly I placed an order for her Tokyo spider netbook model with a
specially ordered fine hand made to measure ancient leather shoulder laptop
bag embossed with the world famous Tokyo spider emblem consisting of a
large black widow spider with the red Japanese rising sun emblem on its
bulbous back with her initials in gold made from rich chocolate brown
Russia leather recovered from the brigantine Die Frau Metta Catherina which
sank in 100 feet of water off Plymouth Sound, England in 1786 to be
delivered by Japan Airlines onboard hand carry courier. This had to rank
amongst some of the most expensive shoulder bags on the planet and throw in
the price of a Tokyo Spider totaling international phone number
amounts. Thanks to Lotto cracker, this purchase was just another walk in
the park which saw Rose becoming ecstatic at her soon to be prized
possession.

Vivian brought Rose's outfits round later that evening to try on,
thankfully she stayed to watch more videos with the others and seeing her
wear those raunchy clothes also worn by the others was highly erotic,
especially when she wore her tiny see through micro skirt with cocksock
briefs showing her huge nylon encased dangling cock to good effect and when
she tried on her leggings, we was blown away seeing a huge package bulge
with a hugely fat uncut cock erecting out to nine inches with big balls and
both her see through blouse and bra tented out by her huge baby's dummy
sized nipple pokies, the sight of which had everyone getting rock hard
cocks and Roberta's, Ellen's and Dylan's snatches leaking their heavenly
scented pussy juices into the room but the real surprise for Rose was her
sets of nylon tricot bed sheets which she couldn't wait to try out when she
got home.

The following morning I collected Dylanne from London Heathrow terminal 5
having arrived from the USA and brought her straight home. That afternoon
after Rose finished work, I drove her to the army surplus stall at Wycombe
market and kitted her out with her outdoor activities gear in readiness for
her visit to the island just a few days away.

By the time we returned to my house, both Ellen and Dylan were busy cooking
the evening meal of Chinese ribs, bean shoots with seafood special fried
rice followed by tropical fruit cocktail with pistachio ice cream. Once the
meal was finished and the dishes done, a jet lagged Dylanne retired early
to bed when I called both Richard and Rose into the living room to brief
Rose about Richard being targeted.

This threat was very real indeed plus we don't know who'll be coming after
him? Such is the grapevine in UK prisons and young offender institutions
that any one connected to those inside could suddenly either stick or shoot
him.

This is the number one reason for Richard to transition into a she-male,
his reason being that they're unlikely to be looking for a woman and to all
intents and purposes Richard will certainly disappear and never be found
and our communal team is certainly well up to the task of transitioning him
and if need be, a call to Zoltan and Jimmy's team would certainly get the
best results ever, having fully transitioned Jimmy into a hermaphrodite
who's already gave birth to two children.

I broached this subject with Roberta who in turn spoke with her boss and
her case officer and she's now insisting that Richard's case be held in
camera under the official secrets act owing to the secret work her
department does and to protect their identities which we'll know any day
now.

Vivian came round later to begin coaching Richard on how to present himself
as a woman. These sessions were to continue nightly for several weeks
enabling him to be a woman without even making the slightest slip up.

Fortunately he worked hard at it being able to apply make up &c and
dressing fully in female clothes and even his bedroom now resembled that of
a woman's room.

The three times daily sessions on the Noogleberry breast, nipple and penis
developer pump along with Dylan and Ellen's daily sessions with binaural
and subliminal sound treatment coupled with ASMR massage was definitely
helping as his skin tone was certainly becoming smoother, his cock made the
most amazing gains size wise erecting out to almost eight inches and his
breasts and nipples were certainly blossoming to the point he's had to go
up to the next size tee shirt poked out by thimble sized nipples topping
pointed puffy budding breasts and we can't thank Stella, Damian's mum
enough for her voice coaching sessions yet the problem which really bugged
us was his short hair. Even her hair growth supplements and treatments
weren't fast enough necessitating a wig which we all feared might even be
noticed from a mile away when the unthinkable happened. Richard's court
case date came up.

Thankfully our weekend at the island was taking place and Vivian wanted
both Richard and Rose to travel together by train to Reading as part of his
training towards womanhood. Dylan guided them through packing their olive
green cadet rucksacks with their clothes, wash kits, swimsuits and outdoor
gear followed by helping them dress into their black nylon cocksock briefs,
sheer fully fashioned nylon seamed stockings and suspenders, shiny black
knee high heeled boots, matching black see through underwired uplift bras
under obscenely tented out white players nylon vests and the tiniest ever
see through white high leg low waist micro skirts with split sides to be
seen on a teenage girl carrying their olive green canvas bordered by brown
leather handbags and to complete the illusion, a shoulder length blond wig
and British Airways airline luggage tags denoting their arrival on the same
flight at London Heathrow airport.

Vivian dropped them off at the railway station in his 1968 Highland green
390 cubic inch Ford Mustang where they both passionately hugged and kissed
each other when Vivian grasped both their nylon encased dangling cocks
before hefting their Rucksacks and stood at the station entrance watching
Vivian's car depart.

Richard took out his prepared joint, mounted it into his long cigarette
holder, lit up and took his first huge toke before passing it to Rose then
bought their tickets to Reading and waited on the platform savouring the
joint calming their fears of being seen and recognized in public with their
nylon sheathed cocks dangling halfway down their thighs when the train
finally stopped at the platform. Richard called Rick on his Iphone to let
him know they was about to board the train signalling him to start the
single cylinder Petters diesel engine, release the mooring lines and get
the venerable Countess of Clewer under way.

Meanwhile the rest of the group was finishing packing their rucksacks and
changing into identical clothes worn by Richard and Rose including their
cocksock briefs so they won't be the only ones wearing them whilst I called
the curfew monitoring company letting them know where Richard will be
spending the weekend wearing a new waterproof biometric wrist monitor which
also monitors his heartbeat having been changed over from the ankle monitor
enabling him to wear high heeled boots.

Thankfully Rose had the use of the works van which eased the logistics
immensely with her mountain bike inside. This gave me the idea of loading
everyone's mountain bikes into the van starting with both my Raleigh
outland and Raleigh urban assault mountain bikes then stopping at Vivian's
and Ellen's houses on the way collecting Dylan's Saracen and his
Diamondback for Ellen to ride and Vivian's top of the range limited edition
black Orange mountain bike after seeing IOMTT racer Guy Martin's visit to
the factory which we had to handle like eggs owing to its value.

Richard's and Rose's train ride proved to be uneventful on account of
trains having security cameras these days but that didn't stop two teenage
girls sat opposite them having an eyeful of their huge nylon encased cocks
which certainly had them wetting their panties with their pussy juices and
probably made them sad watching them leave the train at Reading.

Waiting for them at Reading Bridge was Rick on the stern of his venerable
old 70 foot canal barge `Countess of Clewer' watching their approach
through his ex Royal Navy binoculars and he saw clearly that both their
dangling nylon encased cocks had certainly been leaking their pre-cum love
juices on account of having two sexily dressed teenage girls wearing micro
skirts displaying their G string panties sat open legged opposite them
watching their panties becoming thoroughly soaked and trickling their pussy
juices onto the seats.

Rick welcomed them aboard the venerable old vessel and bade them inside to
lay their rucksacks on his double bed at the front of the vessel then
boiled a kettle of water making their British Airways coffees whitened with
breast milk and British Airways brown bread breast milk cheese rolls
listening to his old Hacker Herald radio tuned into Absolute Radio playing
`The Sweet's fox on the run.'

Richard saw the time on the Bedford OB coach's clock showing five fifteen
and having learned from Rick that the vessel would take an hour to reach
the island they both lit up a joint each and relaxed over their coffees
listening to Bryan Adams `Summer of 69' whilst Rick released the mooring
lines and restarted the engine then maneuvered the vessel for a three point
turn before cruising towards the island.

An hour later he turned the vessel into the backwater at the northern end
from where they both gazed upon the island as Rick pointed out its features
seeing Justin stood beside the diving platform giving them a wave as he
called out his greeting wearing only his red Eyeline nylon swim briefs
packing his huge log like bulge sporting a decent sized pair of breasts
topped with huge nipples and his long blond flowing mane reaching well past
his bottom which certainly took both their breaths away becoming their home
over the weekend.

Having moored the vessel, the first thing Richard done was to call the
monitoring company who in turn ran some tests on the cellular device
confirming that it was indeed receiving Richard's signal then he sent
Richard to the furthest point on the southernmost tip of the island to
recheck everything was operating as it should confirming it was indeed set
up to commence operating at seven pm until seven am the following morning.

We arrived shortly after six thirty pm to see the large cooking vessel on
top of the grate slow cooking the Lancashire hotpot over charcoal in the
fire pit with Rick having already decided this is the best method for
cooking as the cooking vessel could be left unattended even though Justin
dutifully watched over it and kept the fire glowing. The beauty of charcoal
is it produced a lot of heat without any flames.

We got on with erecting our shelter from our combination of British army
shelter sheet bashas and Russian Plash Palatkas, laying out our huge green
builder's tarp for its groundsheet and finally draping a camouflage net
over it before choosing our bed spaces, laying out our bedding, hanging up
four LED hanging lights and two Uco nine hour candle lanterns which serve
as night lights throughout the night burning citronella scented candles to
ward off any bugs then changed into our swimsuits, took out our British
army mess tins, enameled mugs, British Airways stainless steel airline
cutlery sets and lined up for Justin to ladle out our Lancashire hotpot
main meal before sitting down on the log followed by fruit cocktail with
breast milk ice cream and coffee whitened with breast milk with McVitie's
chocolate digestives.

We spent the rest of the evening watching a movie on board Rick's vessel
followed by a late night skinnydipping swim around the island and Rick's
stirrup pump showers then drying off followed by an orgy of sex.

Rose certainly sated Richard's anal cravings inside his rear pussy hole
with her huge cock giving him unbelievable feelings of fullness before
unloading his spunk deep within his bowels before swapping over and doing
the same on the grass beside the diving platform whilst Dylan was also
plunging his cock into his mum's snatch and filling her with his spunk as
they orgasmed together with their squirting orgasms spraying breast milk
out of both their nipples whilst laying on a towel on top of the diving
board without caring if anyone saw them from the river bank on the opposite
side whereas Justin was plowing Stella's pussy on Rick's double bed filling
her with one of his monster loads followed by her son Damian giving his
rear pussy hole a good pounding with his huge cock and as for Vivian and I,
we were inside the shelter enjoying a most wonderful love making session
feeding him some of my breast milk before sinking our cocks into each
others rear holes filling each other with spunk.

Roberta and Vicky certainly gave each other a good pounding and being a
hermaphrodite, she took Vicky in both her pussy holes and it was very much
the same performance with both Jason and Dylanne who also had both her
pussy holes filled with Jason's spunk and there was a late comer that
evening who arrived on the last train into Reading from Walton on Thames
catching a train after his evening shift ended at the sports centre. He,
being a newcomer wasn't yet fully kitted out to join our group and yet it
was Vivian who invited him who'll have to go with Rick to collect him from
Reading Bridge arriving well after midnight and the first time we'll meet
him is either when he gets up or during our morning swim around the island.

I certainly noticed that Vivian brought along a double sleeping bag instead
of his ex military item and did wonder why when the following morning I saw
that he had a strange teenage lad sleeping with him.

This was our first night sleeping with those ex military nylon tricot
sleeping bag liners and we all enjoyed the experience, especially both
Vivian and his new sidekick as Vivian's double sleeping bag also had a
double nylon tricot sleeping bag liner.

The lad arrived after one am on Rick's vessel and I guided him into
Vivian's double sleeping bag.  We got up the following morning and donned
our swimsuits for our swim around the island, I became awestruck at seeing
Jason's beautifully long flowing blond mane giving the 15 year old the
appearance of a she-male apart from his normally budding breasts knowing
that a combination of Stella's supplements, ASMR massage combined with
binaural and subliminal sessions and her new hospital grade Noogleberry
breast pump with nipple and penis vacuum developer tubes would certainly do
a nice job of completing his transformation although I really had to take
my hat off to Vivian's new sidekick seeing him wearing an original red pair
of nylon speedos from the 1980's wondering how he managed to get hold of
them and there was no mistaking it, he was indeed sporting one hell of a
huge bulge when I thought.

`Vivian, I really admire your taste in large cocked teenage boys.'

I asked Vivian's sidekick to dive in first which he did and surfaced after
a few strokes underwater followed by everyone else entering the water and
swimming towards the southernmost tip of the island whereupon I saw this
lad was a real whippersnapper in the water as he just raced ahead on front
crawl stroke leaving the rest of us behind when Rick had to call out to him
from the southern tip of the island to make the left turn into the main
channel and left again to enter the backwater entailing him trotting along
the tracks which criss crossed the island making sure he turns into the
backwater then doubling back to the diving platform to watch him finish
then asking us. "What kept you?" OMG, this lad's really got some cheek.

Apart from that I saw this lad's definitely a very strong swimmer who very
quickly sussed out that I was one of the leading lights of the group. I
directed him to Rick who was stood by the Puffing Billy water heater
holding the ancient WW2 stirrup pump ready to give us our morning
showers. This lad took first place, removed his speedos and dunked them
into the dustbin full of warm water whilst Rick showered him when his huge
cock caught everyone's eye, it had to be at least 10 inches long and as fat
as a Red bull can and it was soft. I later learned that he's a shower, one
whose cock remains a similar size even when fully erect.

He wrung out his Speedos and put them back on before lining up for
breakfast and like the rest of us he had his British army mess tins,
British army green plastic mug and British Airways cutlery set in his hand
leaving me to guess that Vivian must have previously sent him a kit list.

We all tucked into our full English breakfasts and when he drunk his coffee
made with breast milk, I saw his face light up like a beacon leading me to
guess that he already knew about its contents and after breakfast I sat
everyone on the log and called him out to introduce himself.

17 year old Greg introduced himself as a part time lifeguard at his local
sports centre having just finished lower sixth form (year 12) and about to
enter upper sixth in September who's totally gay.

Everyone put on their British army PT shorts and issued brown nylon coolmax
tee shirts, a recent purchase for the whole group from a military surplus
dealer with their swimsuits on underneath and boarded the vessel for the
trip to the college's river frontage seeing the Airkick already set up with
students queuing up waiting their turn to be launched into the River Thames
thankful that Justin had organized it with their operators for our group to
have a go.

We stripped down to our swim briefs for the lads and bikinis for the women
who were the first to be launched. First to go was Stella for her first
time, she laid down on the beam when a blast of compressed air and water
spray erupted from the hydro pneumatic rocket propelling her about 30 feet
into the air like a Roman siege engine as she screamed to enter the water
in a perfect dive. She surfaced with a huge smile on her face and swam to
one side when Ellen was launched followed by Roberta, Rose, Justin and
Vicky.

Greg then followed her followed by Jason, Richard, Damian, Dylan, myself
and Vivian who required more water and air pressure owing to his size
entering the water with a spectacular bomb, surfacing and calling out. "Top
bombing," before finally persuading Rick to be launched.

He came out from the vessel wearing his pair of collector's grade original
black nylon Speedos from the 1970's, a real gem for collectors of Speedos
which if listed on ebay would definitely sell for a tidy sum as both the
students and our group cheered him on.

He was in surprisingly good shape for a 72 year old and still had good
muscle tone, probably gained by cranking the ancient lock sluice mechanisms
on the many canals and of course swimming in the river.

He laid down on the arm contemplating his thoughts at this new device then
said. "OK, in for a penny, in for a pound and took a deep breath as the
operator pressed the button releasing a thunderous blast of compressed air
and water spray launching him into a parabolic arc about 30 feet into the
air when he streamlined himself into a perfect dive, something he hadn't
performed in over 40 years when, as a young man, he used to regularly dive
off the top board of the Windsor memorial outdoor swimming pool into 12
foot and six inches of water.

He surprised us all by swimming about 25 yards underwater before he
surfaced well out into the main channel and just about managed to get clear
of an approaching pleasure launch before the long swim to the college's
river frontage green after getting his bearings. I saw that he certainly
hadn't lost his touch in the water swimming front crawl like a youngster
exiting the water with a Cheshire cat like grin saying. "That was really
amazing," with everyone clapping their hands when he asked for another go
whilst my mind formulated a plan to persuade him to swim naked around the
island with us.

This time it was all the students who were egging him on when he laid back
down on the arm waiting for the compressor to recharge its tank after which
the operator then said. "Ready," then pressed the button launching Rick
into the river with cheers from everyone whilst Vivian took a series of
photos with his Canon DSLR camera to record the event for posterity.

Rick submitted himself to a hose down cold shower from the college's
boathouse hose having been brought up on them during his grammar school
days, he dried himself off and changed into his tee shirt and shorts
leaving his soaking wet Speedos on underneath (Another pet like of mine
which I personally love having caught that bug during my schooldays after
our swimming periods leaving wet seats during the next period whilst
enjoying the warming sensuous caress of wet speedos drying with your own
body heat under school uniform trousers)

We waved goodbye to the students and the operators as Rick cast off from
the river bank bound for Reading to do some shopping. The youngsters
planned to go into town whilst I would accompany Rick to the local Tesco
supermarket and Vivian searching out a photo shop to have the morning's
photos printed.

There was no doubting that both Jason and Greg have already fell in love
with this venerable old vessel removing their tee shirts and shorts leaving
on their swim briefs to sun themselves on the vessel's roof on both legs of
the journey when Richard brought out Rick's Hacker Herald portable radio
tuned to Absolute radio which started playing `The waterboys- The whole of
the moon,' this was followed by Celine Dion's `My heart will go on' from
the Titanic movie except this particular edition also included the voice
quotes from the movie which I haven't heard since 1997 which only got
airtime on London's 95.8 FM Capital radio. The next one which came up was
from the James Bond movie `For your eyes only' sung by Sheena
Easton. Fortunately this song still gets regular airplay and triggered my
memory banks to when Mark from the film crew brought in a really nice 1980
Yamaha XT500 for its MOT test with a very interesting history back in my
Honda dealer days.

When this movie was made, seven Yamaha XT500 trail motorcycles were wrote
off in its making. Mark's machine was one of those which he bought and it
languished in his workshop for years. It was around that time that Eric
Cheney, a famous motocross rider and motorcycle frame builder was building
Grand prix Yamaha XT500 motocross machines and became a source of cycle
parts enabling Mark to rebuild his machine, a process which took several
years owing to his busy working life.

Dylan and Ellen stood at the stern smoking their joints and Vivian sat
inside watching tranny porn movies on Rick's large flat screen TV inside
the vessel and Roberta was sat on the vessel's bows in her bikini speaking
to her boss on her Iphone discussing Richard's case when a new development
occurred.

Whoever the pikies are, or were, they had dumped another load of rubbish
blocking the lane near Dylan and Ellen's house, only this time the rubbish
was taken to a yard where a police team rifled through looking for evidence
and found a Filofax personal organizer. They had the pages photographed and
emailed them to Roberta's boss at GCHQ; he was in the process of looking
through them and called her of this latest development, one upshot of this
was the list of names, addresses, emails and mobile phone numbers in this
book which he emailed to Roberta for her to go through after lunch and
their job was to track the electronic and paper trails of everyone listed
in that book hoping to track down whoever the owner of that book of sin may
be.

This book became the smoking gun, now paired together with the other laptop
enabled a very strong case to be built against whoever this Mr. Big may be.

Roberta's boss quickly found the name and phone number of a 15 year old
army cadet who disappeared shortly after being raped by a paedophile and
requested his mobile phone and social media records hoping this may lead
him to his perpetrator.

Before the vessel docked at Reading Bridge, Rick asked who's eating out in
the town and who's having lunch on board which became an easy choice for
Rick and I thereby having lunch for two, I expect Vivian will either have a
pub lunch or visit a posh restaurant. Rose and Richard elected a Chinese
take away whilst Justin and Ellen sat in a park eating pouch meals heated
up by British army flameless ration heaters, these things work by adding
water and blast off clouds of steam during the heating process, thankfully
we know more about them although Rick wasn't amused that time when one was
used on board his vessel.

Ellen brought a very nice replica of `The Indiana Jones bag,' which is a
British 1937 pattern webbing respirator haversack more akin to the TV's
Dad's army programme. I thought it looked nice and really suited
her. Thanks to Lotto cracker, she could easily afford one from a top
designer costing heaps of money and yet this one was reasonably priced, it
looked right on her and those observant enough would realize it as the bag
worn by Harrison Ford in the Indiana Jones movies.

After lunch, it was mid afternoon when everyone returned to the vessel and
no sooner were we under way, everyone was stripped down to our swimsuits
for the return voyage to the island. An hour later the vessel passed close
to the opposite riverbank as there were a different lot of students being
launched off the Airkick into the River Thames who all cheered the vessel
on whilst executing a turn downstream of them to pass them by? I certainly
noticed the lads were all wearing red swim briefs whilst the girls all wore
red one piece swimsuits and they were all teenagers. I learned from Justin
that they were a group of RLSS Bronze medallion/National pool lifeguard
qualification year 11 students from a secondary school who would be setting
up camp on the south green, the last time this happened resulted in an orgy
of sex with sleepovers so things were definitely looking up for the coming
of the night and it was here I decided to sound them out and dived in to
the river, swam to the college's river frontage and initially engaged in
conversation with their PE teacher before walking back barefoot the half
mile along the path crossing the large meadow wearing only my ageing
Australian Engine old school nylon swim briefs, these are a much fuller
swim brief and being a bottle green colour, they easily pass for schoolgirl
regulation netball knickers provided I keep the black tie cord tucked
inside which were seen by both walkers and mountain bike riders, some of
who gave me staring looks before diving in opposite the diving platform and
swimming across to the island under Justin's watchful eyes thinking. `OMG,
he certainly looks like a busty very attractive woman with long flowing
hair reaching past his bottom despite packing a huge bulge in his red
Eyeline nylon swim briefs wondering if he should be called Justine from now
on.'

Seeing it was a warm sunny day, I remained in my swim briefs knowing
they'll dry quickly in the sun.

By late afternoon the students arrived on the island by boat and began
setting up camp on the south green, no sooner had they pitched their Vango
force 10 two man tents they quickly got out of their red swimsuits with
boys changing into see through swim briefs and the girls into tiny see
through string bikinis with the fronts barely covering their snatches and
surrounded by pubic hair, they were also tented out by their bulging camel
toes and a few girls had shaved pussies. All the girls' bikini tops were
prominently tented out by their breasts displaying their huge nipple pokies
and areolas to good effect making every one of them ideal candidates for TV
programmes such as Love Island and Castaway.

Their long blond haired PE teacher didn't look much older than them, I
doubt if she was a day over 20 and guessed that she must be a trainee
teacher. She too wore a see through bikini with bottoms similar to Eyeline
nylon swim briefs containing a huge log like package within the confines of
the nylon stained by her heavy pre-cum leakages with a bikini top which
barely contained her breasts tented out with nipples the size of wine
bottle corks and her bikini top was definitely stained with her breast milk
leaving me to guess that she was breast feeding her students and being a
she-male, doubtless her huge cock was definitely in demand by them. I
really had to get to know her and walked into their camp receiving wolf
whistles and cat calls from her students who pointed me to Michaela's tent
and I gave it a tap announcing my presence when she came out to greet me
with a huge rock hard cock tenting out her bikini briefs with breast milk
dripping through her bikini top when I saw a naked teenage lad inside the
tent with a rock hard cock with her breast milk all over his lips when she
said to the lad. "I'll be back in a while."

Michaela had to rank as one of the hottest she-males ever encountered
outside of our little circle, after introductions, she accompanied me to
our group where I introduced her to everyone, showed her around our camp
site and took her on board Rick's vessel where thankfully he served
Michaela and I two milk chocolate digestive biscuits with British Airways
coffee when Rick showed her the honey before showing her the container from
the fridge clearly marked breast milk. Her expression at being served this
was truly priceless when she said.

"I see that your group likes their health food," she took a gulp of her
coffee savouring it like a fine wine before swallowing then said.

"This is really good coffee, made just the way I like it, I must ask you if
you can spare some for my students," Rick replied.

"Most certainly miss, just to let you know, the coffee comes from the
world's favourite airline which we have a regular supply of, thanks to
Dylanne who works for British Airways."

"I've been meaning to ask this, I have a group of teenage year 11 students
here with me who have insatiable appetites for sex, they just can't get
enough with the boys constantly suffering blue balls whilst the girls have
their version also. I just can't keep up with their demands and thanks to
one of my students whose read up on your group I brought them here hoping
to give them some relief from their constant urges."

"I see no problem with that and they'll definitely be glad to accommodate
you. Both Dylanne's and Dylan's breast milk is very heavily laced with
hormones, Dylan's even more so as he's only 15 who you now know are both
hermaphrodites, thankfully there's excellent stocks of his milk in the
freezer which is more than enough for yourself and your students needs
which will certainly help them along with their development."

They continued with small talk before she left with a container of Dylan's
breast milk, a catering size carton of British Airways coffee and a squeeze
bottle of Rouse honey having arranged for them to join our group on the
night's round the island naked swim when Rose knocked and popped her head
in the door saying.

"Everyone's asking when's dinner?"

Normally Rick and Justin are really on the ball with cooking,
understandable when one considers they're either using an open fire, the
British army field kitchen or both and to speed things up Justin fired up
the field kitchen, placed a large cooking pot and emptied one can of Heinz
big soup lamb hotpot per person with a small brown bread breast milk cheese
roll, this only took some minutes to cook followed by fruit cocktail with
Cornish ice cream, British airways coffee whitened with Dylanne's breast
milk and sweetened with honey with McVitie's chocolate digestives, this had
to be the quickest ever time for cooking everyone's evening meal here on
the island.

Both Stella and Michaela hit it off right away which is understandable as
they both have similar occupations with Stella having years of experience
eager to pass on. They both sauntered over to the students' camp seeing
scantily clad teenage students cooking their evening meals on meths fuelled
Swedish Trangia cook sets quickly triggering her lust for these teens and
thoroughly wetting her bikini bottoms with her pussy juices and passed them
the coffee, honey and carton of Dylanne's breast milk before entering her
tent, long since vacated by the naked teenage boy.

The main subject of conversation was ASMR massage which Dylanne truly has a
lot of expertise of refreshing Stella with her more up to date knowledge
having engaged Vivian to make a tutorial video which certainly peaked
Michaela's interest a lot adding to her popularity with her students.

It didn't take long before they both fell into a lover's embrace
passionately French kissing and sensually caressing each other with
Stella's experienced hands exciting her sending jolts of electricity
through her as they sensually stripped off each others bikinis revealing
Michaela's hugely fat 11 inches of rampant rock hard throbbing leaking cock
spewing out her pre-cum love juices like a bad case of a dripping tap with
breast milk trickling out of both their nipples with Stella's pussy scent
aroma reeking inside the tent driving Michaela wild with lust whilst
pushing her huge monster cock inside her pussy taking her lust to new
heights of passion as she thrust into her hard and deep hitting her cervix
and fuelling memories of her son's precious teenage years and the countless
times she took his growing cock up her pussy and breast feeding him from
birth right through his teenage years and beyond taking her through several
highly intense crashing squirting orgasms whilst unloading three monstrous
loads of spunk inside her pussy as her clear gooey juices also flooded out
of Michaela's rear pussy hole before ending their session passionately
nursing each other in their afterglows of sex.

Whilst this was going on, our group joined the teens in their tents with
Dylanne choosing one of the girls and the boy who spent a highly steamy
time with Michaela. This was the arrangement for the rest of our group
taking both a boy and a girl each and even Vivian, Rick and I got in on the
action until well past nightfall when everyone walked stark naked to the
diving platform and either jumped or dived into the backwater for a
leisurely naked swim around the island, thankfully Michaela assured me that
all her students are strong swimmers alleviating my concerns.

Thankfully Rick gave everyone a warm welcome stirrup pump shower whilst
Justin, having prepared everyone's nightcaps of hot soup beforehand which
heated up over the fire pit in a large pot and sent everyone for their mugs
after finishing their swim only to swim again the following morning, this
time wearing our swimsuits on account of the early morning dog walkers,
mountain bikers and summer students attending residential courses and
sometimes joined by those college's CCF cadets not on holiday out on their
morning runs along the towpath.

Vivian passed Greg a pair of nylon directoir knickers to wear in bed to
retain as a keepsake before they slid into his double sleeping bag with a
nylon tricot liner thereby giving him the lovely experience of sleeping
between layers of silky smooth nylon. During the night he unconsciously
humped his huge rock hard cock with the head sliding and excited by the
directoir knickers sliding on the nylon sleeping bag liner waking Vivian up
who began sensually massaging his already hardened nipples ending with his
most highly intense wet dream thoroughly soaking his knickers and the liner
with a huge pool of spunk.

Justin and Rick pooled together with Michaela and the students to cook
everyones breakfasts which worked out very well indeed using the fire pit,
British army field kitchen and my newly constructed large wood gas stove
made from two five gallon oil drums by myself during those heady days of 10
years ago and felt glad to see it being used again which is great as we
could use up all the wood that's lying around on the ground keeping the
island tidy.

After Sunday lunch followed by a dip in the backwater, everyone donned
their tee shirts and shorts wearing wet swimsuits underneath and boarded
the vessel to the college's river frontage then followed Rose who unlocked
her works van and was about to start unloading when Vivian stopped her
reasoning if anyone was going to take his bike out of the van, it would be
him.

With all the bikes out and the van locked, we rode along scenic riverside
towpaths and tracks savouring these beautiful timeless views of the
surrounding unspoiled countryside. Both Saracen's performed well with Dylan
constantly doing front wheel stands on his Saracen until he took a tumble
and nearly ended up in the river.

Following the ride, all the adults left the island on account of their work
commitments leaving just Dylan and Richard holding the fort for a week with
Rick and spending that time sleeping in the group shelter, unbeknown to
them Michaela had arranged for her teenage students to move out of their
tents and sleep with them in the group shelter whilst she would be sleeping
with Rick in his double bed on board his venerable old vessel.

Fond memories of those hair raising descents on mountain bikes starting
from the church gate prodded my memory banks thereby deciding to unload the
van by the church the following week. Meanwhile I needed everyones rear
wheel spindle thread form sizes (By removing a nut and checking with a tap)
enabling me to place an order for everyones stunt pegs making all the teens
happy as they can give their friends cabbies on their bikes. Meanwhile the
following weekend couldn't happen fast enough.

The adventures continue.