Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2019 12:12:47 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's Laptop 3

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Pornographer's laptop part three.

Government communications headquarters, Cheltenham, England.

Roberta, a 26 year old computer consultant received an old school Acer
laptop from the Thames Valley police which arrived by motorcycle courier
that morning enclosing a copy of their report. She retrieved a box from a
shelf containing a universal charger with its selection of leads, set the
voltage, found and connected the right lead and flicked through the report
whilst the laptop booted up when she took out her tobacco laced with
medical grade weed and lighter from her crocodile skin handbag, rolled up
the joint from her Rizla rolling box, lit up, took a deep inhalation and
set to work looking through the laptop.  Whilst reading through Richard's
stories, her hugely fat monster 10 inch cock became fully erect leaking out
her pre-cum love juices and thoroughly wetting her Australian made black
Eyeline nylon swim briefs she wore with their male sized gusset containing
her large balls and at the same time her pussy beneath her balls moistened
profusely soaking the gusset and permeating through to her chair's inbuilt
cushion and if that wasn't enough, breast milk started oozing through both
her see through bra and see through blouse when she called me on her
Iphone.  "Hi Tom, Just got your email from the Island, that's a gorgeous
kid there who I would certainly love to hook up with and Dylanne's turned
out to be a real stunner. Give me a call when you're going there next and
I'll be there."  "That weekend was just like the old days, see if you can
get hold of Patrick and hopefully we may yet have a gathering of the clan."
"You do know that Justin's now the catering manager at Shiplake college," .
.  . "No!"  .  .  .  "It's like he's just never left the place, I suppose
it had to happen poor soul, he was never cut out for the RAF, he's doing
really well now."  "Anyway, back to business. Dylan Masters is the gorgeous
kid you saw in my email. I've met him loads of times whilst riding my
mountain bike along the lane when a truckload of rubbish was dumped there
recently by pikies which is how the kid, his mum and I were formally
introduced and just as well as I reckon I've saved this kid's very life and
soul, anyway, cut to the chase, the poor kid's name's been plastered
literally all over every gay porn story site on the internet as a named
character and when the local school kids saw it, he was bullied. We know
that a Richard Holder uploaded those stories using the handle Dick Holder
and he's been sent down for computer hacking, see what you guys can dig
up."  "If he's been anywhere he shouldn't it'll be stored in our archives
which includes all his deleted emails and we'll also have his entire search
history here, if, as you say he's been up to no good, we've got him
although I should warn you in all fairness if that laptop's been hacked,
he'll get off Scott free.  A similar thing happened to that Russian spy a
couple of years ago and because his laptop has also been hacked, we have to
give him a free airline ticket back to Mother Russia."  "What if he's got
his cronies to hack into it?"  "Possible, but proving it's another issue, I
see this laptop really is old school so it's possible he may have done one
of two things, these old school laptops can have their hard drives swapped
as easy as loading a DVD into your DVD machine or he could have used either
an external hard drive or even a PC mate which is just like a normal USB
flash drive, either way, this laptop will operate without its hard drive.
I see from the report that the CD/DVD drive unit's unserviceable, I can
ring round and see if some computer spares shop has one, if so, I'll have
my technicians change it for you."

 We talked more for a few minutes when the call ended leaving me with
pleasant memories of Rob as a 16 year old male hermaphrodite from the old
days who, just like Dylan is now when I swore I caught a faint whiff of his
scents in the room or is it my mind playing tricks?.  I sensed that with
Rob on the case at GCHQ's end, especially with his working knowledge of
computers since his teens. Finally cracking an old school Acer laptop will
be right up his street. I can see that laptop arriving back here within a
week?, all fixed and nicely working when Rick reminded me that it's time
for him to take the lads to the mainland who are now on board the vessel
eagerly waiting wearing only their swim briefs whilst Dylanne & Ellen are
both wearing skimpy bikinis.  The countess gave the swimmers a wide berth
as she approached the mainland although the operators halted launching kids
for a few moments in deference to the old vessel, not that there's even the
remotest chance of a kid landing on the countess.  The teens joined onto a
group of D of E students from a local school of which eight of them were
separately doing their National pool lifeguard course in the college's
outdoor pool and they were obviously anticipating times when both their
groups became separated, but what surprised us next was both the D of E and
pool lifeguard students will be camped on the island's south green with
Justin catering for them with the British army field kitchen. The last time
this happened was with an air cadet unit who ended up having an entire
weekend of raunchy sex with our group and certainly got their cocks off. We
can't wait?.  It was easy to spot the pool lifeguard students who all wore
red shorts and yellow tee shirts and this would be the only time they would
be dry throughout their entire week here whereas the boys who were
shirtless wore mostly shorts or jammers and the girls wore string bikinis
when the operators called the entire group to silence to deliver their
safety briefing finishing with Dylan being called out to be launched first.

As directed, he lay back in the seat whilst Ellen said.  "No need to be
scared, just enjoy the ride." He gave a thumbs up sign and was immediately
launched screaming "Whoooaaaa!" which we could barely hear above the
thunderous rocket blast of compressed air and water spray flailing arms and
legs with his lengthy mane flowing in his slipstream before tucking up into
a ball and splashing into the river and when he surfaced, the huge beaming
smile on his face said it all as he beamed out. "Way to go." Then he gave
me a high five after exiting the water. Watching him swim, especially with
his lengthy mane was a sight to behold indeed resembling a mermaid swimming
a very neat front crawl? There's a satisfaction one gets when watching a
properly trained youngster swim and Dylan certainly has mastered that life
skill beautifully.  Next to go were both his friends. Ryan went off first
and done a lovely mid air pirouette before executing a perfect dive into
the water. I saw that he's another Tom Daley in the making whereas Mark
just pulled off a double somersault.  Ellen screamed when she was launched
and as for Dylanne, she pulled off a triple somersault finishing with her
dive. Now it was Vivian's turn and he's built quite solid with not an ounce
of fat on him, launching him required an additional 2 bars in the air
receiver and the rocket blast almost split our eardrums even though he had
a good flight to splash down with a bomb and when he surfaced, he called
out. "Top bombing."  Finally it was my turn to ride the Airkick and like
Vivian, I was launched with 12 bar in the air receiver tank and having that
rocket blast just behind your ears certainly gave them a good blast. OMG,
it was loud and I was launched a good 30 feet up. For those few
milliseconds I was flying like Superman and held that position right
throughout the flight to splash down with a perfect dive. It was later that
I learned how high I went and also learned that had my dive not been
perfect, it would have bloody well hurt and possibly left my speedos
floating in the water.  On reflection, we all enjoyed our rides on the
Airkick when that session finished and another group of students would be
having theirs. Both Vivian and I have noted there may be serious health and
safety concerns with the Airkick between us although having observed the
college's operators, I concluded that they certainly knew what they were
doing and operated it professionally which may not be the case at a water
park where their staff are mainly teens and a moments inattentiveness may
seriously hurt a teen. It was after we gathered ourselves together that we
returned to the island to bask in the sun with my thoughts lamenting the
loss of the swimming hole tree.

Rick dug out the fire pit and lit the fire in readiness for his ex military
Dixie containing the hotpot knowing this will be a slow cook whilst the
teens on the south green were busy erecting their Highlander Blackthorn two
man lightweight camouflage tents of a double hoped design.  Looking at them
they could be anyone's sons or daughters and they all had a happy carefree
aura about them and of course there were those who knew each other since
their first days of primary school so there was no doubting that this was a
very close group of teens from a school.  Watching them certainly reminded
me of my times in the scouts as they were unpacking their rucksacks, making
up their bedding and draping their wet swimwear, shorts, tee shirts onto
lines ran into the trees to dry.  With the afternoon's warmth, all the
girls were down to wearing their string bikinis whilst the boys wore either
jammers, square cut speedos, shorts or swim bikini briefs. Some of the kids
were playing rounders on the green whilst a few sauntered off to the diving
platform on the west side of the island joining in with our three teens and
Dylanne who were executing some truly amazing dives off the platform two
metres above the water, of course things would never be the same here since
the loss of the swimming hole tree.

Like our times before, there's definitely a holiday type atmosphere on this
island which certainly has to be a seriously valuable piece of real estate
although I would think for someone to buy this just to build a house on it
as a private retreat doesn't float my boat whereas seeing it used as it
should be by teens from all over the country is no doubt priceless.  Here
we were totally aloof from the events of those past days and the laptop
never even got a mention from anyone so it looks for all the world that
Dylan would certainly be getting closure on this dark chapter of his life
plus he now has the best kit for his schoolwork. The kids are leaving him
alone and some friendships which were temporarily broken have been
re-forged between them.  I know that once this weekend's over, Dylan will
send out copies of his videos taken here to his friends and the next thing
is they'll all want to come.

After chatting with their teacher, I was invited onto their campsite and I
certainly became awestruck at the equipment available to teens now which I
compared to the times when I coached youth groups in outdoor activities,
everything's just so much better now and even the UK 24 hour ration packs
have evolved into the boil in the pouch meals they have now and whereas
kids cooked with alcohol or gas fuelled Trangia cook sets in my day, now
all these kids have Jetboil type gas fuelled cookers which are really fast
and highly efficient but what hasn't changed is that the human body still
needs clothes, food, drink, shelter and somewhere to sleep at night.  I was
shown a single serve porridge sachet which reminded me of one I was served
on a British Airways domestic flight to Scotland one morning and I do know
that Jane has tons of them and like BA, theirs too has everything, just add
hot water although I do have a preference for adding a single serving pack
of Sun Maid raisins into the mix just to add a more fruity taste. I have no
doubt that, what with their creativity and thinking outside the box, these
kids could certainly produce some wonderful meals, all from their ration
packs.  I came away from there highly impressed by these kids who will be
here for two weeks so I immediately fathomed that the pool lifeguard group
will be doing their D of E the following week and left them to the tender
mercies of Justin with the British army field kitchen whilst our hotpot's
being cooked slowly in the fire pit when Roberta called from GCHQ asking.

"Hi Tom, have you guys by any chance found another laptop?"  "Sorry, I only
found the one you have at your end, what's cropped up?"  "Our records have
indicated that another one was used to upload all the stories, it's just
that the one your lot has found was only used for writing them," "What
makes you say that?"  "Because we had to configure it for wi-fi ourselves,
its an older machine set up for working on dial up, once the technical crew
fixed the CD/DVD drive unit, it took them only minutes to configure it,
they'll have the new part here and fitted during the week and our job on
this one's done which I'll have sent back to you."  "So it's likely that
someone's found the one we want before I even got there," "Precisely, and
my guess us they sat in a McDonald's car park eating Big Mac's and fries
whilst uploading their shit on their wi-fi, it's what a lot of criminals
do, that's what makes them hard to catch."  "I thought their wi-fi blocked
them from accessing porn sites, you know, like in a hospital."  "Yeah, but
it doesn't stop them firing off a ton of emails just like the spammers
do. Must go or the boss will have my arse, bye," then the call ended.

I called both Ellen and Dylan over to break the news saying.  "Look, I've
just got a call from Roberta at GCHQ about the laptop. She says it's not
the one they're looking for, that one was used only to write up the stories
which were backed up onto flash drives. It's an older model set up for
working on dial up and she reckons another laptop was used to upload the
stories in the same way a spammer sends tons of spam emails."  "So what do
they do now?"  "They'll just have to do it the old fashioned way by
checking through the rolls and we're not even a priority case," "So that
little fucking shit in Feltham's going to walk as if nothing's ever
happened and I suppose he wants his fucking laptop back, tell him to
fucking sod off."  "We didn't find it, did we, he's going to have to prove
it's us, after all it's the bloody pikies who dumped that load of shit in
the lane, miss, it's down to them."  "Way to go!" beamed Dylan when he
burst out laughing."  "Ellen giggled. "That's a good one, blame it on the
pikies," when Rick called.  "Dinner's ready."  Rick served out our lamb
hotpots into one mess tin with a measure of fruit cocktail in the other and
we boarded the countess to eat our meals whilst Rick served a dollop of ice
cream and maple syrup onto our fruit cocktails.  This was just like the old
days, here we are eating well prepared meals cooked on a fire pit out of
British army mess tins with British Airways in-flight cutlery sets
finishing with British Airways coffee in our mugs with their small round
brown bread buttered rolls on board this venerable old vessel of Rick's
watching his large flat screen TV and seeing the time displayed on an old
Bedford OB coach's clock which still keeps perfect time.

It wasn't long before a teenage boy from the school group camped on the
south green wandered into our camp to sound us out. We've had experience of
this before when usually the teens would either nominate or persuade one of
their number to be the one who comes over to sound us out whilst the boys
would remain there with rock hard cocks flooding their choices of underwear
with pre-cum and girls pussies would be soaking their panties, hopefully in
anticipation of whatever sex there is to follow and this time, Dylan led
the boy onto the countess straight into Rick's double bed, blew him and
gave him the mother of all arse fuckings ending with nursing him when a
second boy came asking about the first one who hadn't yet returned making a
threesome in Rick's bed, this went on until curiosity had brought all the
teens over ending with their nights of passion and skinnydipping in the
morning.  At the peak of the evening's orgy of sex, not a single teen was
left at their camp site on the south green, they were either in Rick's bed
with myself or Vivian, inside the shelter sheet basha with Dylanne, Dylan,
Ellen and the four boys from Dylan's school and I think the only lonely
heart that night was their teacher.  By morning, both entire groups entered
the backwater by the diving platform for our usual mass skinny dipping swim
to circumnavigate the island watched by their teacher from the southernmost
tip of the island underneath the large tree which usually has a rope swing
attached. There was no doubting that this poor lonely heart of a woman
stood there was experiencing intense frustration at the sight of all these
naked teens swimming past her whilst her pussy was flooding into her
panties with powerful cravings for huge cocks to fill her snatch and
disgorge their loads of fine teen spunk inside her.

Just like the old days, Justin wore only his speedos whilst preparing and
cooking their breakfasts, back in the day he certainly looked like the
personification of shemale youth and now he's even more stunning with his
pert shaped breasts topped with huge broom handle sized nipples as long as
a man's thumb and packing 12 inches of rock hard small drinks can sized
cock in his speedos and he was certainly attracting their teacher's gaze. I
definitely saw the look of lust in her eyes and knowing that all the teens
would be leaving the island until evening meal, it wasn't hard to guess
whose pussy Justin's hugely fat throbbing leaking pole would be buried in
within the next hour.  Roberta arrived straight from GCHQ on her Suzuki
GSX1300 Hyabusa wearing her race leathers carrying her cadet military green
backpack from the old days. She parked near the boat house, fastened a
seriously large lock and chain through the front end of her motorcycle, set
the alarm then walked sexily across the college's river frontage green
speaking into her Iphone to Rick on the other end who shortly left to
collect her in the countess.  Roberta looked absolutely stunning in her
race leathers which fitted her womanly curves like a very expensive Italian
made glove which even had inbuilt pouches to accommodate her huge broom
handle sized nipples and certainly did nothing to hide the log like bulge
made by her huge cock dangling halfway down her left thigh and sporting a
detectable piss stain, neither did her leathers conceal her huge camel toe
beneath her balls.

Roberta changed into a black see through nylon vest with a pair of black
Eyeline nylon swim briefs which done a good job of supporting her large
package within the confines of the gusset then plugged the laptop into a
power point and booted it up. She called both Ellen and Dylan to join her
on board as between them they were setting up the laptop as though it was
being unboxed whereas it had been totally formatted and their technician
had removed a self replicating key logger virus.  She pulled out a copy of
the technician's report and said.  "Dylan, I am so sorry to be the bearer
of bad news, especially as I together with my staff at GCHQ worked damn
hard to bring you closure, unfortunately they found that this laptop had
been hacked into which effectively lets our bad boy off the hook, we have
given it our best shot and checked all the rolls so at least we can get him
on downloading child porn but all that will do is put him on the sex
offenders register for about ten years. At least we've brought you a fully
serviced laptop as a spare computer."

I could see it in Dylan's eyes that despite the efforts of Roberta and her
team at GCHQ, that nonce was about to walk out of Feltham Scot free after
serving just six months, the closure both himself and Ellen hoped for just
wasn't going to happen and yet I saw they were playing another card,
something which is a trademark of intelligence services. A comprehensive
file had already been built up on him and just left in the belief that
given enough rope, he will hang himself.  It was around that point we all
heard a woman screaming from the area of the south green, I knew straight
away what a loud woman having a shattering orgasm sounds like, it was
definitely their teacher being pounded into by Justin's huge 12 inch pole
and taking his mother load of spunk right inside her pussy. I remembered
that Justin had hyperspermia even as a teenage boy who shot monster loads
of spunk back then so what his loads are like now's anyone's guess leaving
me wondering if he actually managed to satisfy their teacher by shagging
the hell out of her in one of their tents.

Having two male hermaphrodites meet up on this island is a sure fire recipe
for the raunchiest of sex between them when they went straight into Rick's
double bed situated at the front of the vessel in his bedroom when they
lovingly stripped each other totally naked and fell into a lover's caress
planting kisses all over each other whilst fingering each others leaking
pussies under their balls.  By now the room was reeking of the smells of
sex as both their cocks were leaking out their pre-cum love juices like
taps and Roberta's breasts were leaking copious amounts of breast milk from
her inch long huge broom handle thick nipples thereby tempting Dylan to
nurse from them which filled his mouth like gob stoppers as he lovingly
drank his fill of the heavily hormone laced elixir of love fuelling his
cock to reach exceptional levels of hardness as the bulbous head of his
cock tingled like hell bringing him almost to the point of shooting off one
of his huge loads before she disengaged and reached into her handbag
rolling up two joints and lighting them up before opening the front bedroom
window to let out the aroma of burning weed as they lay there making
lover's small talk.  She laid on her back beckoning him to ride her
monstrously huge pole cowgirl fashion and despite being a tight fit inside
Dylan's pussy she gave him the most amazing feelings of fullness as her
powerfully twitching cock brought on his crashing simultaneous orgasms
which coursed right through his entire body he was seeing stars with the
addition of sensing his first powerful let down inside his breasts as jets
of his breast milk squirted out from his nipples and onto her chest whilst
his cock fired off volleys of hot teenage spunk which flew everywhere when
her monstrously huge load kept gushing deep inside his snatch for what
seemed like ages whilst also pouring back out past her huge pole drenching
her pubic hairs with her own spunk as he collapsed on top of her into the
mother of sleepy afterglows to finally fall asleep spending a night in the
bed and repeating their performance the following morning.

All four boys took turns at plunging their cocks into Ellen's pussy filling
her with their loads of teen spunk whilst taking her through several
gushing orgasms and drinking their fill of hormone laced breast milk from
her breasts inside their makeshift shelter which effectively sent them to
sleep despite being totally naked and thankful for the night being a warm
one which they spent snuggled up to her as Vivian and I shagged the arses
of every one of the boys in turn before turning our attention onto the
girls and as for Rick, he spent the night shagging their poor lonely heart
of a teacher in her tent with his eight inches of prime vintage cock which
still delivers his finest vintage cum just like a teenager despite his age
and giving her a good repeat performance the following morning.

Everyone of us lined up totally naked on the western side of the island for
our morning circumnavigation swim around the island including their
teacher, now no longer a lonely heart having bonded well with her students
who dived into the water first followed by Justin when they fell into a
kissing embrace in the water whilst the rest of the teens either jumped or
dived in with Vivian and I bringing up the rear leaving Rick stood alone on
the grassy riverbank when Vivian's Iphone rang with Victoria on the other
end. He answered the call saying.  "He'll call you back in a while as the
entire group is swimming around the island before breakfast."  "Tell him to
call me as soon as he's finished." Then the call ended.  I surmised that
the weekend far exceeded our expectations with Dylan, his mum and his four
friends doubtless falling in love with this enchanted island plus we had
also palled up with the school group who also had a night to remember. It
was as if the old days never went away, yes there were a few of our old
group present but it was all the fresh faced teens which added to the
occasion plus we had truly brightened up both Dylan and Ellen's lives and
now they were hooked on the island. We did think about all those members of
Joe public flying off on their summer holidays and yet, here was an island
on the River Thames not a half hours drive away which had everything any
hot blooded healthy living teen could ever want and sleeping together in
our makeshift group shelter was a lovely experience for them added to by
both Rick's and Justin's catering skills, things could only get better from
now on when Vivian called Victoria back saying.

"Sorry Vicky if I stood you up, I really am sorry for forgetting about you,
I have just spent a marvelous weekend on an island with old Tom Fullprick
and the single mum and her son to spend a weekend on an island which went
far better than anyone could have hoped for, where abouts are you?"  "I
looked up an old flame in Reading and spent the night with him, I'm just
about to leave for the train station."  "Vicky, please don't do that, can
you make your way to Reading Bridge from where we'll pick you up in a 70
foot canal barge, the boat's named `Countess of Clewer' have you got that?"
"Yes," .  .  .  "We'll be there in an hour to collect you."  Vivian asked
Rick to cast off and head straight to Reading Bridge and as the vessel
turned round in the river, he called out to me.  "Tom, we're just off to
Reading to collect my regular teenage partner, you know, the one I've told
you about, her name's Vicky."  "Anything special about her?"  "Yes, she's a
sixth form she-male schoolgirl." As I watched the vessel depart.

We watched the vessel arrive two hours later from its excursion to Reading
as it passed by the island before turning into the backwater and slowing
right down to a snail's pace in deference to the few teens swimming in the
water when I caught sight of her wearing her schoolgirl's uniform holding
her folded blazer over one arm sexily smoking a cigarette from her long
cigarette holder. I immediately saw she wore a tiny black see through micro
skirt showing off her skimpy bright red nylon gaff panties with a black six
strap suspender belt holding up a pair of sheer black fully fashioned
seamed stockings. She wore a red see through underwired uplift bra under
her white see through nylon short sleeve blouse which obscenely tented out
her B cup breasts with truly amazing nipple pokies from her thimble sized
nipples. Her long flowing dark blond hair reached down to her bottom and
she carried a black crocodile skin handbag and wore a ladies Seiko gold
watch. She had to change her black leather knee high heeled boots for a
pair of school uniform type black training shoes to walk on the island. She
stood about five foot and nine inches of a petite build for a girl except
Vicky was a seventeen year old dick girl sporting over eight inches of rock
hard red bull can sized cock with large balls to match stashed under her
gaff. She smiled at me with a freckled face as both Vivian and I welcomed
her to the island for her first ever visit and I saw that she immediately
became enchanted with the place judging by the expression on her face. I
tasked Dylan to give her the grand tour of the island and carry out our
formal introductions as he looked at me with a wry smile on his face before
leading her away holding her hand.

The adventures continue with Dylan's rat bike.