The Bitches
I met Ann in the local pub; I hadn’t seen her for years. I hardly knew her, as she was an old friend of my elder sister but she had moved away from the area years before, she had recently divorced and had returned to the area as her own family still lived here.

She had three daughters and a son, the eldest Jane was about 14, next came Jenny about 12, then Paul 10 and Joanne about 8 years old. They were typical kids, noisy and boisterous but not too bad, as far as kids go.

I was in the merchant navy and home for a few weeks leave, I was recently divorced and ready to play the field. I had a son and daughter of my own but they lived with their mother. I had no problems as far as seeing my children went, I could just turn up at their door and either play there with them or take them out. The ex and I were on good terms still, the reason we had broken up was my job. I won’t go into the reasons why I didn’t change it, as it is not relevant. My son and daughter were about the same age as Ann’s middle two, and seemed to get on well with them.

Ann’s eldest, Jane was a bit standoffish; not just with me but with everyone. I put it down to her age you know what I mean; too old to play with dolls, but not old enough to do as she wanted. Still under her mum’s rule. The rest of us got on quite well together; I would often take them all out for the day, seaside and movies whatever we were in the mood for.

Ann had a kinky side to her, she absolutely loved to have sex and as often as possible. She wasn’t too particular about who saw her. She loved to suck cock and swallow after she had washed it around her mouth. Anal sex was a priority above vaginal sex. She wouldn’t ask me, she would just help herself. My cock was in her mouth more often than not, I wasn’t complaining. The trouble was that the kids could walk in anytime. We were still in bed one morning when her four children came in and sat on the bed. After a couple of minutes she reached under the blanket and grabbed my cock, I pulled her hand off but she got under the blanket and started sucking me, it was plain to see what she was doing under the blankets. I couldn’t get up as I was naked and the kids were there watching, I sent the kids downstairs and played hell with Ann. She just shrugged her shoulders saying they had to learn and went back down on me. I thought, this is wrong but I still came in her mouth.

I went down stairs; the kids were watching TV as though nothing had happened. This sort of thing happened quite often. The two youngest didn’t show any interest but the two eldest girls, Jane and Jenny asked questions. I once caught Ann demonstrating a blowjob on a carrot to Jane and Jenny who both had a go. I admit that this sort of thing turned me on, but there was no way I could touch these girls. I should have got out of there, as I knew it was a recipe for disaster, but hindsight is a wonderful thing.

Another thing of note that happened, Ann was downstairs and I was getting out of bed naked searching for my underwear, the door opened and there stood Jenny with a cup of tea that Ann had sent up for me. She got a good look at my cock before I managed to cover up. I thanked her for the tea and sent her back down stairs. Another morning I woke to having my cock sucked and fondled, I lay back to enjoy it and grabbed Ann’s head to push myself deeper. However, the head wasn’t Ann’s it belonged to Jenny. I pushed her off and told her to go downstairs. I quickly dressed and found Ann and told her what had happened. She just smiled and shrugged, but she did call Jenny and asked her what she had done. Her explanation was that she had practiced with a carrot but wanted to do the real thing. Ann accepted this but told her that she shouldn’t do it again without asking first.

It was nearing Christmas, I bought presents for them all, I must admit, I did buy more presents for my own children, but what dad wouldn’t. I bought Ann a dress and she loved it. She wore it a couple of days before Christmas as we were going out with my friend and his wife to a dance hall. Later on the way home, I was driving Ann was next to me, my mate and his wife were in the back. He lit a joint and we passed it back and forth, once when he passed it forward he dropped it. By the time we had found it, Ann’s new dress had a hole burnt into it. She went crazy, a side of her I had never seen before. I dropped my friends off as quickly as I could and took Ann home; I tried to comfort her, promising I would buy her a replacement. There was no consoling her she got that crazy that she attacked me physically. Hitting, kicking and scratching, I am ashamed to say that I hit her, but it did stop her. I walked out never to return.

We went our separate ways, we didn’t live to far apart and I would see her and her kids quite often when I was home on leave. She did have other men in her life, and even married one. However, he went to jail for apparently abusing Jane and Jenny. I should have been worried but it just didn’t register with me.

I lived with one woman for a couple of years, but she wasn’t happy with my life style. I then met another friend of my sister and ended up marrying her. We had twenty-five years together; she loved my lifestyle, as she would come away to sea with me, so as far as she was concerned life was one long holiday.

I was sitting at home watching TV when there was a knock on the door. Two police officers asked my name and then arrested me under suspicion of child abuse. To say I was stunned was putting it mildly, I didn’t have a clue what they were on about, but the police handcuffed me and then took me to the police station. I had never been in any kind of trouble in my life before.

I ended up spending the night in a cell, taken before the magistrate court the next morning. The magistrate granted bail with the following conditions; I could not go home as we had grandchildren; I could not enter my own town unless accompanied by the police. I could not contact the girls who had accused me. I was also ordered to live in a reform hostel miles away from my own home. The very worst part was I had my passport and all other forms of identification that I used when working confiscated. That meant I couldn’t work as I might leave the country and never come back.

I won’t go into detail but it took me nearly a year and a small fortune to prove my innocence. I can’t say clear my name, as I couldn’t do that no matter how hard I tried. These accusations cost me dearly. I lost everything. My wife divorced me, took the house and most of my money, she even gets half of my pension. I lost my grandchildren and my own son and daughter don’t want anything to do with me. I went from a Master Mariner to a bum living in a reform hostel with no money, job or prospect. On top of that, after being found not guilty, therefore never having committed a crime I didn’t have the right to live in the hostel, and thrown out onto the street. I tried to get work; I went back to my hometown, but everyone except three of my seven brothers shunned me.