It was a beautiful summer’s day, and as I’d got the day off work, Brian said he’d sort out his workload, so he could meet me at the house, some time around mid-day. We were going out there to see how the house was progressing; they had supposedly got the roof tiled, so by now I would be able to see the building really taking shape. He said meeting him at 12:00 o’clock would give me time to do some shopping before I made my way out to the house. He was also insistent that I took my mom along with me, this I found a bit irritating. Not that I minded my mom coming with me, but it was as though he didn’t trust me on my own out there with the builders.

He, of course, said he just didn’t trust these rough country types. See my Brian came from a well-to-do family in Harrogate, and he did have this attitude of looking down on people who only did manual jobs. So dutifully I’d asked my mom, and she said that although she needed to go to the doctors in the morning, she’d meet me out at the house by 12 o’clock.

Now another thing Brian had given me orders on was what to wear, or to be more accurate, “I don’t want you arriving up there with nothing on.”
“What are you on about?”
“You know what I mean, its ok you lounging about out here (we were in my mom’s back garden) soaking up the sun showing off your belly button, but make sure you put something a bit more respectable on when you go up there.  I don’t want all those men leering at you.”  He could be such an old fuddy-duddy at times, it wasn’t as though I was naked; I’d got a bikini on.  And anyway, I wouldn’t have gone out dressed in just a bikini.

I had a lazy morning, getting up late, and as he’d said, I did some shopping.  But before I set out to the house, I returned home to get changed.  Even by 10:30 the sun had lifted the temperature up into the 80’s, and my little car was like an oven.  So regardless of Brian and his instructions, I put on a little tennis blouse and skirt I’d just bought.  Ok it was skimpy, but in this weather, it just felt right. 

It was about 11:00 and I was making my way out from Ashbourne, the small town where I lived at present, along the very narrow roads, into the Dove Dale valley.  The skies suddenly turn black, and I knew we were in for a violent lightning storm. Then the rain came crashing down, hitting the screen of my car so hard, I thought it would break.

I had to stop the car, it was impossible to see the road in front of me.  The lightning was whitening the sky over the tops of the hills to the left side of my car, and then a few seconds later would come the crash of thunder.  The nearest strike was about 5 seconds away, and as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped.  It had only lasted about five minutes, and now everywhere was eerily silent, apart from the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance, and the sound of the water dripping from the trees at the side of the road.

I resumed my journey, going very carefully, as in places there were streams of water taking short-cuts across the road.  Nothing very deep; but never the less, it was still a little unnerving.  The rain storm was still going strong at the other end of the valley behind me, but where I was, the sun was making clouds of steam rise from the roads.  I was only about 3 miles from our new house, but the small stream that would normally be gently meandering its way alongside the road, was now running quite wild.

And with every minute that passed by, it got wilder, and in places actually was up to the level of the road surface. The speed the water was flowing at was actually getting quite frightening, as it carried all sorts of debris along in its path.  But now I was turning from the road onto the small track that leads up the side of the valley to where our new house is being built, I began to feel a little easier, knowing I was climbing up away from its angry noise.

As my little car climbed higher, I got a better overall view of the valley, and a cold shiver went down my spine.  The road I’d just arrived by was no longer in sight and the little stream was a raging river, at least 50 feet wide. It didn’t seem somehow real; I was in bright sunlight with a flood tearing its way along the valley bottom, and only a few miles away at the end of the valley the skies were black as your hat!

Then as I turned the sharp bend in the track, standing so big and magnificent was my new dream house.  Ok the gardens around it were like a building site, but the house was like something out of a magazine.  I stopped the car, and almost cried.  To think that in only a few short months, I’d be living there.  Then as I looked back down into the valley, I thanked god that I’d arrived when I did.

I started the car and slowly made my way into what would soon be my drive, and stopped by the builders vans.  There were three vans, a lorry and two cars.  I knew we had a few men working on the place, but I never realised there was that many.  At least five of them were standing in the main lounge, leaning out of the window frame. I say frame, as there was no glass in the building yet. With three more, doing the same, out of one of the upstairs bedroom windows.

I opened my car door, swung my legs out onto the sill, but stopped before putting them to the ground.  The uneven ground that led to the house was a quagmire of muddy puddles and building materials of all sorts.  I know building sites are untidy and dangerous at the best of times, but now with all this water about, I couldn’t think how I could negotiate my way to the house.

“Hang-on love.”
One of the men was splashing his way, striding from one pile of rubble to another, occasionally his foot would slip into a puddle, but with his big builder’s boots on, he didn’t look concerned.

Then he was at my open car door. 
“I guess you’ll be the Mrs Howard to be?”
“Yes. But I’m not a Howard yet, and anyway, you can call me Kate. Are you Mr Johnson?”
“That’s me, but you just call me Stan. I’m the one building your little love nest for you.  Well what do you make of this then?  It’s a rum old storm and no mistake.  Looks like you only just got off that valley road in the nick of time. We’ve been a watching you make your way along the valley.  There’s one thing for sure, there won’t be anyone using that road again today.  I shouldn’t wonder we’ll all be marooned out here until tomorrow.”

I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and when he said it, I suddenly realised how serious this was.  A few minutes later, and me and my little car could have been swept away never to be found again.  A sudden wave of fear came over me, and I began to shake. 
“Here my dear. Come-on don’t fret, you’ll be safe up here.”
He’d knelt down, bent forwards into the car, and taken hold of me around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest.  I had turned into a gibbering wreck; I just let my face bury itself into his shoulder, and began blubbering like a baby. 

“That’s right my dear, you let it all out, I bet that gave you a right old scare. Here, take my hanky, it ain’t the cleanest, but it’ll dry them tears for you.”
He was so patient and kind, kneeling in a big muddy puddle, just to comfort me. And I had no idea why I was crying, I hadn’t been hurt. But gradually I did sort of come to my senses, and started to take in the situation.
“How’s that, feel a bit better now?”

This man was very well built, with a chest as broad as an ox, and a naked chest at that.  He’d got a pair of old jeans on, that had been cut off to make shorts, but the bottom of the legs were all frayed, making a frill of cotton threads.  As I’d said, the sun was still shining here, and even with the sudden rain storm, the temperature was still soaring.  But as he knelt there in front of me, I realised I could see the end of his cock through the veil of cotton threads.  I, of course, looked away, but no way could I get the sight from my mind.

No matter what he was saying, my eyes kept straying back to get a look.  It was only the head of his cock, but such a big fat head, and it was as though the one eye was looking back at me.
“Are you feeling better now?”
I suddenly came to my senses, and realised he was talking to me.
“Yes, yes thank you. I don’t know what came over me.”

Now I’d gone from gibbering wreck, to bitch on heat. And as well as the heat I could feel in my neck and face, my tummy was all butterflies, and my pussy began to pulsate.
“You look like you could do with a lie down.” 
Well he was right about that, and I needed him lying down on top of me! But I could hardly tell him that. 
“No I’ll be alright, sorry; I don’t know why I broke down like that.” 
“It’s only natural my dear, its not every day you come that close to meeting your maker.  But it’s all over now.  Look here's some of the lads coming; they’ll give me a hand to get you inside.”

“Is she ok boss?”
He was right, we were being joined by at least five more men, all like him, well built, and dressed in only ragged looking shorts.  But as they arrived at the car door, I noticed their eyes were all focused as one, and the target for their attention was my crotch.  I then realised I was still sitting with my feet perched on the door sill, but with all the attention Stan had been giving me, my knees had fallen open to allow him to get close enough to comfort me.  As I told you, I’d been home and changed into a little tennis outfit I’d just bought, it was a loose fitting cotton blouse, with a short cotton skirt with built-in knickers.  But at least the knickers were reasonably cut so they did protect my modesty as I sat there with all eyes focused.  At this point, I was glad I’d at least paid token attention to Brian’s advice; maybe he wasn’t such a fuddy duddy after all.

“Yes she’ll be ok, but we need to carry her to the house.”
“No, I’m ok, I can walk.”
“Don’t be silly Kate, you’ll get yourself plastered. Anyway, without boots on, you never know what you might get your feet caught on. I don’t suppose you fancy a fire-mans lift?”
“What’s one of them?”
“You know, I’ll bend down, and you just lean over my shoulder.”
I didn’t get time to answer, but my expression must have said it all.
“Ok I’ll take that as a no.”

“We could take a leg each, and Kate could put her arms around our shoulders.”  Came the suggestion from one of his men.
“What about putting an old sack in the wheelbarrow, and she could sit in there?”  Came another man’s suggestion.
“You could have an idea there; but it’d be very hard on her bottom, and she'd get all mucked up. But if I sat in the barrow, she could sit on my lap.”  Was Stan’s solution. 
I didn’t like the idea of being slung over his shoulder, or being carried by two men with my legs held wide apart.  But sitting on his lap, with that big fat cock touching my legs was definitely a no no.

So instead, I made my own suggestion, “I’ve got an old travel blanket in the back of my car, if I put that in your barrow, it should be ok for that distance.” 
“Ok Jim, get the barrow, and make sure you put a few empty cement sacks in there first.  Right Kate, where’s this blanket?”
I knelt up onto my seat, and stretched over the back to get the blanket.  Then as I turned back and gave it to Stan, one of the men helped me to my feet, and I was stood in my car doorway, on the sill waiting for my transport to arrive.

As Jim turned the barrow to face back to the house, I’d expected him to bring it in close enough for me to step into.  But with my car door open, this prevented them getting the barrow close, so it was some feet away.  Then without asking, one man moved into the doorway either side of me, and pulled my arms around their shoulders.
“You ready for this?” Said one of them.
 I thought, are well, I’ve got to get to the barrow one way or another, so I replied, “As I’ll ever be.”

With that, their hands took hold under my knees, and I was lifted into a horizontal position, with legs wide open, and carried the few feet to the barrow. They then lowered my bottom into the barrow, while still holding my legs up high.  I’d got my arms from their shoulders, and placed my hands firmly onto the sides of the barrow, but they still had my legs held high. 
“Hey! Come-on, let go of my legs.”
“Yes come-on lads, you’ve had your fun.” Said Stan.
With that my feet were carefully placed down into the barrow, but it still meant my legs were bent double, with my knees up high, allowing everyone a good look up my skirt.

But as they began the slow walk back towards the house, the men were all walking in a tight circle around the barrow.
“Sorry about that Kate, they didn’t mean any harm. You know what these lads are like for larking about. I hope they didn’t upset you? You won’t be complaining to that fiancé of yours will you?”

“No, don’t be silly, it wasn’t as though anyone touched me.  I’m not like my Brian; I’m a working class girl.  I wasn’t really worried; I knew they were just having fun.”
“Well that’s real sporting of you my dear, from what I’ve seen of your Brian, I recon he’d have gone ape-shit. Excuse my French.”
“You’re right, and I don’t think he’d approve of me getting a ride like this in this barrow either.”
“Not with all my lads here gawking at your knickers.”
“Well that’s all they will see! This is a tennis skirt with sewn-in knickers; it’s made to keep prying eyes from seeing things they shouldn’t ought to see.”

“Hey that’s my phone.”
Off ran Stan splashing his way from one puddle to another as he raced across to a caravan that was perched up on bricks at the side of the house.  They used the caravan as office/canteen while they were on site.  Stan had arrived at the caravan, and within a couple of seconds the end window opened, and he was leaning out of it, waving the phone in his hand.
“It’s your fiancé, and he sounds in a bit of a state. Come-on Jim get her over here as quick as you can.”

Jim started trying to get a move-on, but the barrow began bouncing me about, almost throwing me out as the barrow wheel bumped over the rough ground and rubble. 
“Hold-up there Jim, you’ll have poor little Kate tipped out on the ground at that rate.”
Jim stopped the barrow, and Ken, lent across, putting one arm under my knees, and his other around my back.
“Come on love, get your arm around my neck and hang on, otherwise he’ll have your little bottom all black and blue.”
Without thinking I just did as he’d said, and next second he was running across the site, as Stan had done splashing from puddle to puddle.

When we arrived at the caravan, instead of putting me down in the door-way, he took me to the open window where Stan was leaning out holding the phone.  But as the caravan was actually mounted on big building blocks, it meant this window was high in the air.  So Ken sort of swung me around, lifting me up and onto his shoulder, where I kind of balanced for a second allowing him to let go with his hands and then take hold of my waist.  Then he just lifted me high in the air, and sat me on the top of a tall stack of timber that was piled next to the caravan window.

So perched up high in the air, I took hold of the phone.
“Hello.”
“Are, there you are. I’ve been worried sick. The roads are all closed around here, and I can’t even get out of Buxton.”
While I’m busy trying to talk to Brian, all the men were congregating in front of where I was sitting.
“I’m ok. There was no need for you to worry.”
“What about your mom, is she there with you?”
I knew he would only get all screwed-up if I told him I was up here by myself; so I told Brian lie number one.
“Yes, she’s here. We’re both ok thanks.”

“Ok, I’ll try getting out of Buxton on the Macclesfield road, and coming into the valley from the other end. It’ll probably take me some time, but I’ll let you know how I’m getting on later.”
“I don’t think it’s worth you trying. The valley road isn’t even there any more. There’s no way you’ll be able to get up here.”
“What do you mean, isn’t there?”
“That’s just what I do mean, from here; I can see the whole valley is one big wide river, it’s flooded to at least 100 feet wide.”
“So how did you get there?”
“I only just got off the valley road before the flood arrived.”
“What about your mom?”
“Oh, yes, she was with me in my car.”
I told Brian lie number two, and one of the men who stood in front of me was wagging his finger, and mouthing the words, ‘Naughty girl, telling hubby porky pies.’

“So you’re both unharmed?”
“Yes, we’re fine.”
I’m stuck up in the air, with all the men stood in a semi-circle directly in front of me, their heads about in line of site with the height of the timber pile I’m sat on. I was having difficulty concentrating on what Brian was saying, with one of the men making silly gestures and taking the Mickey out of my every answer.  And then to make matters worse, the two men stood at the extreme ends of the semi-circle of onlookers, both put their hands on the inside of my knees, and began to gently pull my legs open.

Without thinking about the phone in my hand, I said,
“Hey! Pack it in!”
“What’s happening, who’s there with you?”
“Nothing, just the cat, pulling at the phone cable.”
It was the first thing that came into my head, and I could hardly tell him I had over half a dozen men playing silly buggers, trying to get a peek at my knickers!

“Ok, But what are you going to do about getting home, shall I get onto the emergency services to see if they will get a helicopter out to you?”
“God Brian!  Don’t be so melodramatic.  I’m not going to come to any harm having to spend a night out here.  I’m sure they've got some food, and it isn’t as if I’ll be out here on my own.”
“I guess so, but put Johnson on the phone, I want to make sure he looks after you properly.”
I handed the phone back into the caravan.
“He wants to have a word with you.”

Then as Stan moved back inside the caravan to talk to my Brian, I thought I’d try to sort out these overgrown school boys that were tormenting me.  But being perched so high, I dare not try to jump to the ground; and try as I may to pry the hands from my knees, they were far too strong.  I was telling them to take their hands off, but not wanting Brian to hear, it was all kind of mime and whispers. Then Stan leant back out of the window, handing the phone back to me.

“Hi darling.”
“Ok now I’ve told Johnson, I expect him to look after you and your mom, and he says he’ll let you have the use of his caravan tonight, while he and his men sleep in the House. He says he has plenty of food there, so I guess there’s no more I can do for now. If you’re sure you’ll be ok, then I’ll let you get yourself sorted, and I’ll phone again tomorrow morning to see how things are getting on.”
“Ok. Bye till tomorrow, love you.”
“Night night.”

And with that the phone went dead.
“Can I ring my mom, I’d forgotten about her meeting me here, I hope she’s alright.”
Stan held the receiver buttons down, “What’s her number?”
I told him the number to her mobile (cell phone), and within seconds my mom was answering.

“Hello, Mrs Kelly Speaking.”
“Hi mom, it’s me. Where are you? Are you alright?”
“Oh Kate, I’m so sorry, you wouldn’t believe the morning I’ve had. It’s absolute murder trying to get around town. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get out to your house, my little fiat has broken down, and I can’t get a taxi for love or money.”
“So are you still at home?”
“Yes dear, as I said, my cars broke-down.”
“But you’re alright?”
“Yes why?”

“Look mom, I need to ask you a favour.”
“What my dear?”
“Well Brian thinks you’re already up here with me.”
“Why? Isn’t he there?”
“No I only just got off the valley road before the whole valley flooded, and the valley road isn’t even there any more. Brian got stuck in Buxton.”
“Oh my God Kate! Are you ok?”
“Yes mom, I got up to the house and I’m quite safe. But the problem is, when Brian asked if you were here, I knew he’d get worried if he thought I was up here on my own with all these builders, so I said you were here with me.”
“Oh. So what do I do if he comes to my house?”
“You know what he’s like; he wouldn’t visit you even if he knew you were there, so he’s hardly likely to come to Ashbourne if he thinks you’re up here with me.”

“So what exactly do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. But somehow, when the water does recede, I need you to get up here before Brian.”
Now all the time I’ve been talking the men around me were getting more adventurous, or cruder, depending on how you view these things.  A couple of them were stroking my legs, and I was attempting to get them off with slaps, but it was like swatting flies, as soon as you slap one, another hand touches somewhere else.  But more worrying, one man began stroking his dick!  It was still inside his shorts, but he was pulling the material tight as he stroked, showing me its size.

Then Stan began to make gestures as he lent out of the window.
“Hang on a second mom. Look you lot, pack-it-in!”
Then I turned to Stan.
“Please Stan tell them to behave themselves.”
Stan put his finger on the mute button of the phone, meaning my mom wouldn’t hear what was being said.

“I’ve got a pal who’s got a Land Rover; I bet if I was to phone him up, he'd be able to get your mom here using the road over the top of Darwin’s peak.”
“What you mean get mom out here tonight?”
“No, it’s far too treacherous tonight, but maybe some time tomorrow morning, before the valley road has cleared, and more important for you, before your Brian arrives.”
“Oh god yes! That would be great. Shall I ask my mom if she can be ready?”
“Well maybe.”

He was just looking at me with a kind of silly smirk on his face, and as he didn’t let go of the mute button, it was obvious I couldn’t ask mom yet.
“Ok. What is the maybe?”
“Well Kate my dear, if I get this arranged for you, and we all keep your Brian in the dark about these little white lies of yours, is there gonna be any rewards coming our way?”
“Like what?”
“If that’s your attitude love, then I think I’ll cut your mom off now, and call your Brian and explain how I don’t think it right and proper for his fiancé to be spending a night out here with all my men, I’m not sure I want the responsibility of keeping them under control.”

“You wouldn’t? Please don’t do that. If he knew I’d been deceitful, he might call off the wedding. What were you thinking of for rewards, surely you don’t expect me to have sex with any of you?”
“God no! Nobody mentioned having sex. But maybe you could put on a little bit of a show for the lads?”
“Like what? Strip?”
“Why not? It’ll keep them occupied, and that way we all get something out of it.”
“Just a strip, no touching, and nobody tell anyone what went on?”
“That’ll do us wont it lads?”
There was a general sort of cheer, and acknowledgment with various gestures.

“Ok. But that’s as far as it goes. Can I ask mom if she can be ready in the morning? What time do you think?”
He let go of the mute button, and said,
“I’ll try to get him to be ready for nine o’clock, but we won’t know until we see how the weather is tomorrow.”
“Hi mom, sorry about the delay, but Stan, he’s the builder, he says he has a pal with a 4 x 4 that can pick you up tomorrow morning, and bring you here over the top of the mountain, using the old dirt track.”
”Is that safe?”
“He says they’ll wait for the right weather conditions, but it will mean you’ll be here before the valley road is opened, but more important before Brian arrives.”
“Ok if you’re sure that’s what you want?”

“But will you be safe up there with all those men on your own?”
“Course I will, it’s not like they are going to rape me, for gods sake, I know who they are, so they wouldn't dare.”
Now as I was saying this, I saw at least three of them with their shorts pulled down, and dicks in their hands, stroking their lengths in a taunting manner.
“Ok my dear, I’ll be ready in the morning, night night.”
“Bye mom.”

I handed the phone back to Stan, and as soon as he’d put it back down I asked.
“Stan, please tell them.”
“Tell them what? They’re only showing you how much you turn them on.”
“But you agreed there’d be no touching?”
“They aren’t touching you, are they?”
“No, but I don’t exactly feel very safe with them playing with their ….. You know what’s.”
“Well I’ve heard lots of names for a dick, but that’s a new one on me. Come on one of you, lift our Kate down and we’ll take her inside, so she can show us what a little mover she is.”

Before anyone took a hold of me,
“Hang on a minute. You promised no touching. Haven’t you got some step ladders?”
“Bloody hell Kate, don’t tell me you object to someone lifting you down.”
“I know your men, it starts with hands on my waist, and before I know it, they’ll be sliding them up inside my blouse.  Just bring some steps, and I’ll get myself. Ouch oh my bottom.”
As I’d been talking, I’d shuffled myself forwards to the edge of the wood pile, so as I could climb onto the step when they arrived. But this little skirt had slid from under me, and the bare cheeks of my bottom were on the rough wooden planking. My shuffling had impaled me on a splinter. I guess only small, but god did it sting.

“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got a splinter in me.”
“Silly girl, Jim, reach up there and lift her, but make sure you lift her backwards first, to pull her off the splinter. And you Kate, don’t struggle, if you’d have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Jim reached up, hands on my waist, and lifted, pushing me backwards at the same time.
“Ouch!”

I was up from the wood pile, and now he just tipped me over his left shoulder, and carried me like I was an old kit bag. My arms were dangling down his back, and he had both his hands on the inside of my legs about six inches above knee height.
“Bring her into the van.” Called Stan. Jim did as he was told, and then lowered me onto the bed/settee in the end of the caravan. Stan knelt down in front of me and took hold of my ankles.
“Come on then, let’s have your bottom up, and get that splinter out for you.”
And with that, he was lifting my legs up and tipping me onto my back.

“Here Jim, you hold these for me.” He said as he passed my ankles to Jim, with me now held on my back, ankles almost touching my shoulders.  Which, of course, meant my legs were parted some-what.
“Please, is this necessary?”
“We’ve got to get it out for you; you wouldn’t want it turning septic. Now just hold her still. Let’s see now, are I think that’s the little bugger.  It’s right on the edge of your panties.”

“Can you see it?”
“Well I can see where it’s scratched you.  But I think it’s broken off, I’m not sure if there’s still some left in.”
“Maybe it’ll be ok; I can put some cream on it tomorrow.”
“Don’t be a silly girl, I’ll hold your legs, and let Jim have a look; these young’uns have got better eyesight.”

They swapped places, taking no notice of whether I wanted to be in this embarrassing position or not. Now Jim was kneeling down out of my line of sight, and the anticipation was driving my libido into overdrive, just being held in this position waiting for him to touch me. What you have to realise, is that although I said the splinter was in my bottom, where it actually stabbed me was as Stan had already pointed out, just on the outside of my panties. But it wasn't around the back on the cheeks of my bottom; it was on my inner thigh, alongside my now pulsing pussy lips.

“Uhhh.”
As his fingers made contact I took in a sharp audible intake of breath.
“Sorry did that hurt?”
“No. I didn’t mean to do it; you just took me by surprise.”
“Well I’m just going to squeeze it a little, to see if I can get it to pop out. You tell me if it hurts.”

His fingers began touching all around the area, but obviously, as his fingers probed around on one side, they were actually touching the outer flesh of my pussy lips.  And I guess it comes as no surprise; that with each and every stroke or probe, a shock wave rippled up my pussy.  Just that would have been bad enough, but as his fingers and thumbs pressed and probed; his remaining fingers of one of his hands strayed inside my panties, and were just gently rippling their way back and forth over my pussy lips.  I bit my teeth together to prevent myself from letting out any of the groans or gasps of pleasure that my body was driving me to make, but there was no way of preventing my pussy from pouting its lips.

Then with my lips pulsing, as they closed I could feel his finger ends inside my hole.  He was just gently sliding them in and out, only the very ends of his fingers, but with this, it confirmed what I’d thought, that this interference was deliberate!  But as I tried to protest with my mouth, it was as though my throat was dry and my words refused to leave my lips.  But if the lips of my mouths were dry and paralysed, the opposite was the case with my pussy.  It was positively dripping, and opening for his every probe.

“I’m sure there’s something still in here, but I can’t seem to get it moving. Can you just open her legs a bit wider boss, and I’ll try sucking on it, see if that does any good.”
“I… P… Please… No…”
Stan had just taken my ankle that he was already holding, and spread them wide open. Then hearing me trying to make some kind of objection, he asked.  “Are you ok?”

“Please no, just leave it now.”
“Don’t be a silly girl; it’s got to come out. Just let me know if it hurts you.”
And Jim just carried on as though I’d never spoken, although I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. It felt like his fingers that were inside my knickers, were easing my gusset across!  Then as his mouth made contact with the splinter area, his little fingers were pulled out of my pussy, to be replaced by his first two fingers, the size and length left me in no doubt about this.  But my pussy was so wet and willing; it was as though it was sucking them in.

“N No please No.”
“What’s wrong, is it stinging?”
“Oh god! No. Please tell him to stop.”
“Hang on Jim, she’s getting upset.”
Jim sat up, but his two fingers were still deep inside my pussy.
“She don’t feel all that upset, I got the impression she was enjoying it.”
And with that he began giving my pussy a few long sliding probes, whilst waiting for my reaction.  My pussy loved it, and my hips lifted to let him know the fact.  It sent such a thrill through my body, while he kept his fingers moving, I was at a loss to get my words out.

Then he stopped, fingers still deep inside me, and he waited for me to speak.  It must have taken me at least half a minute to get myself together.
“Please don’t. You promised no touching. I I know I’m at your mercy, but please no more.”
He slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them to his mouth, making sure all the onlookers through the door and windows, all got to see what he was doing.

“That is one sweet tasting pussy you’ve got there Kate, I can’t believe you don’t want to try a length of my dick up there.”
“Please no. Stan please. I’ve said I’ll do a strip for you. But please, let me get up now.”
Jim answered, “Hang on love; I haven’t got that splinter sorted yet. If I keep my fingers out of your little twat, do you want me to have another try to see if I can suck the little bugger out?”
“It makes sense Kate my love; it’ll only turn bad if you leave it.” Chipped in Stan.

“Ok, but please try not to show too much of me off to all these others.”
Why I said that I don’t know, I’d already agreed to do a strip for them. But Jim put his face down, and his mouth began to suck around the splinter area.  But his tongue was also licking, and as it lapped my flesh, my pussy pulsed.  He’d only been back down there a few seconds before I was heaving my pussy into his mouth.  Well I was heaving, but I guess he’d moved his mouth across.  But whoever was at fault, the result was the same, he was locked onto my pussy, and I was helpless to protest.

He knew how to eat pussy, by god did he know.  My whole being was transported to another planet, as his tongue circled my clit and lapped up and down my slit. He’d been giving it to me for some minutes before I realised I wasn’t being held, and I was heaving like I was possessed by a demon.  Then his mouth left my pussy, and I first felt like I wanted to call him back, I really needed finishing off.  But then I opened my eyes, thinking he had taken his mouth away, only to replace it with the big dick he’d told me about.

But no, Stan was kneeling down, and within seconds had taken over sucking my pussy.  His technique was different, but just as effective, but this was the first time I’ve been sucked by a man with a beard, and boy was it good.  He took me to my climax, sending my body back to the planet pleasure for its second trip today.  When I did come, they both stood to the side so as the onlookers could all get a good view of me writhing around with my pussy dripping sticky fluid.

“Are you ok?”
I’d just about come down to earth, and was now feeling very embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed.
“You promised me no touching.”
“Well no harm done, and you did seem to be enjoying it.”
“But all the same, you promised.”

“Come on no sulking, we didn’t hurt you. Anyway, we could easily have given you a good old fucking, but we didn’t. So surely you must be grateful for that?”
I thought for a second and realised he was right, I’d expected Jim to have fucked me once he’d got me that turned on, so I guess I hadn’t got off to badly.
“I guess so.” I replied.

I’d sat up by now, and pulled my gusset back across to cover up my pussy. 
“Come on then, show me just how grateful you are.”
“Oh no. What do you want now?”
“Don’t be a spoil sport, come on you told me earlier you were a working class girl, like us lot. Don’t go getting all snooty now.”
“Well what do you want me to do?”
“Come and sit on my knee, just a little kiss and cuddle.”
“Just you?”

“Of course, just me, come on, let’s be having you.”
As I got up and walked towards him, “Ok, but no monkey business.”
I sat my bottom back onto his knee, and he pulled me up close to him, lying me back in his arm as he lent across and we began kissing, tongues were swapping juices almost immediately, and the on looking audience were all making their own comments.

It didn’t take long before my initial anxiety melted, and I was responding to his advances in a willing manner. Even when I felt his other hand working its way up inside my blouse, popping the buttons as it advanced on it way to my breasts, I still let him have his way without protest. I suspect Jim must have been helping him, as I felt my bra releasing, and being pulled aside. So now I was deep into a heavy petting session, with my blouse open fully at the front, and no bra. Stan was manipulating my nipples, and the sexual arousal was once again building in my body. I knew if I let him carry on, I’d get back to the point like before where all my resistance would just melt. So I managed to pry my lips from his.

I said, “Gasp! Ok. I think we’d better call that it.”
“Oh come on, I was just getting into my stride.”
“Yes, that’s what I was afraid of. Come on, you said just a little kiss. And I’ve let you, well you know, you’ve had my bra off. If we don’t stop now, I can see you going all the way.”
“I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to, I don’t believe in using force.”
“I wasn’t saying you would force me, but you know how to make a girl forget her modesty.”

“So now we have it; it isn’t me you don’t trust, it's you. That gives me an idea for a game.”
“Oh no, what are you cooking up now?”
Well you’ve already agreed to strip for the lads, but by now, they’ve seen both your tits and pussy, so getting dressed just to strip off is a bit pointless.”
“So what are you expecting me to do now?”

“A little game of hide and seek.  You hide, and we all come looking for you.  The one that finds you gets to snog (kiss & cuddle) you for ten minutes.”
“So if I agree, how many times do you expect me to do this for, in other words, how many men do you expect me to have a snog with?”
“Well there’s only ten of us here, so surely that isn’t too many?”
“If you’re all gonna get a go at me, what’s the point in me hiding?  Anyway, I think if I let five men snog me, then that should be good enough.”

“So you’re game for it, it’s just how many times you do it that you’re not sure about?”
“I’m not sure what I’m letting myself in for. I hide, you all look for me.
Then what? Who ever finds me, gets me on the floor there and then, and starts snogging me? Who counts the time? Can I be sure he won’t do anything else but snog me?”
“Ok this is how I see it, first you strip off completely.”
“You’ve got to be joking?”
“Why, you agreed to strip, and we’ve already seen the goods. Its lovely hot weather out there and we’ll give you a big pair of boots to wear so you can splash around as much as you like, and without your clothes on, you won't get any of your stuff mucked up.”

“Ok if I do agree to go around naked, and then I hide, what happens when someone finds me?”
“He has to call us all in, and bring you back here to the van. Then we give him ten minutes with you on the bed.”
“So I’m naked on the bed, and he has tem minutes, but just kissing?”
“Well like we said earlier, no force, if you say no, we will stop him.”
“So if he gets me worked up, you’ll let him go all the way?”
“Only if you do. If you say stop, we’ll stop him, surely you can resist for ten minutes?”

“I’m not sure about this, doing a strip is one thing, but letting you animals loose to maul me is something else.”
“Come on Kate, it'll only go as far as you let it. And if you don’t, whose to tell if one of them wont get upset at not having had a chance to touch you, and will then go blabbing to Brian about you letting Jim and me eat your pussy for you.”
“Hey! That’s not nice. You tricked me into that, and anyway, it isn’t fair you threatening me.”

“Don’t get all upset, I wasn’t threatening you, I was just saying, the lads have been patient so far, and they haven’t had as much as a sniff of your pussy. This is only a game, and it will only go as far as you let it, so why are you worried?”
“I’m still not convinced I can trust you to stop anyone?”
“I give you my word; all you have to do is say a simple no.”
“And you promise there won’t be anyone holding my mouth shut?”
“I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“Oh well here goes, just five times though, and no more than ten minutes each.”
“You got it. Here's some boots to put on, they’ll be too big, but they’ll protect your feet while you’re out there. Now get that skirt off, and we'll give you a count up to fifty to let you hide.”

I stripped naked, and pulled on these big heavy boots, it took me all my time to lift my feet to walk. I must have looked a right sight. Then as I made my way through the men gathered around the doorway, the hands went everywhere, making it difficult to get away from the van. The mauling went on for up to maybe a minute, then Stan called out of the door.
“Ten, eleven, hey why haven’t you gone yet?”
“This isn’t fair, I never said I’d let them all grope me at once.”
“Come on lads, let her go, I’m already on nineteen, twenty.”

The hands began to slip away, and I splashed and skidded my way across the building site. Once out of site, I found an old plastic sheet covering some bricks, and knelt down pulling it over my head. There I stopped, waiting for the inevitable. I didn’t have long to wait, and as the sheet was lifted, the sunlight flooded in, and the man shouted.

“Found her!”
I stood up, and the man took hold of my hand, which he immediately pushed down the front of his shorts.  But he also made sure I wrapped my fingers around his already hardening dick.  As soon as my fingers encircled it, I felt his blood pulsing, as it filled, swelling in my hand.  But it wasn’t really his dick that I had to worry about, it was my own pussy!

His dick hadn’t got the monopoly on blood pulsing. My pussy was throbbing that badly, it really was affecting the way I was walking. And he wasn’t helping, using one of his hands to stroke my inner thigh, whilst sucking my nipple as he walked along backwards towards the van.  By the time we got to the van, I was ready to fuck, my pussy was on fire.  As he sat me down and lowered me back onto the bed, I instinctively let my legs fall open.

This man went down on my pussy with his mouth, and I heaved my hips high, reaching down with my hands holding his head.  How long it was before the others joined in I have no idea, but as the sensations began to hit me, radiating from my nipples, I realised I had more than one mans attention.  But I was too far gone to worry, and anyway, it was only a bit of heavy petting.  How the men had actually got themselves arranged around the bed to get access, I have no idea, but Stan had taken hold of my head, and turned it towards where his face was ready to resume his French kissing.

Every part of my body was receiving some kind of attention, I even had someone massaging and sucking my toes.  My eyes were closed more than they were open, and as Stan withdrew his tongue from my mouth, I opened them momentarily, to see who was going to replace him.  But he gently stroked his finger ends over my eyelids, and I let them fall shut again.  Then I felt something soft touching my lips, and at the same time, the hand under my head pulled it forwards.

I opened my eyes, but his dick was already inside my lips, and driving in deeper.  At first I tried a little struggle, but knew I was not strong enough to force him out, and no way dare I bite him.  Besides, I told myself, I’d been thinking about sucking that big fat knob-end of his all day.  So I sucked and he got really hard, and began to shaft his length in and out of my mouth.  Soon it was pushing at my windpipe, and I took a deep breath, ready to allow him entry. Oh yes I could now feel his big fat bell-end squeezing its way into my throat, it felt so good.

But it wasn’t just my throat being stretched; my pussy was also being opened up, as the man who found me in hiding, began to slide his dick up my pussy.  I was by now totally out of control, and even if they’d all wanted to fuck me one after another, I wouldn’t have had the willpower to even try to protest.  My body wanted a fucking, and boy was it getting one.  Well two actually, Stan was still fucking my throat, going at it like he hadn’t had a fuck in years.  While who ever it was rammed my pussy in a very aggressive manner.  Not that I minded, I could take it as hard as they wanted to give it, but compared with my Brian’s gentlemanly love making, it was really hitting the spot.

Then I felt Stan shooting his cum into my throat, and as he pulled out I licked up any excess that spilt.  It was only seconds before someone else was presenting their dick for my mouth, but as I’d said, I was now game for anything.  Then I felt the man who was fucking my pussy, fingering my bottom.  Now I had been fingered back there by a previous boyfriend, but I’d never let him take it any further.  That was many years ago, and my Brian had never even gone anywhere near touching it.

Of course, over the years, reading articles, and seeing porn videos, I’d often wondered what being fuck in the bottom would be like.  This man appeared to be using the fluids coming from my pussy to wet my bottom, and help him get his fingers up it.  And he also appeared to be having some success, as I’m sure he now had two fingers poked up my bottom to their full length.  He hadn’t just rammed them in suddenly, but he’d been working gradually, starting with just a finger end, and I have to admit, the finger fucking he was giving my bottom, was actually quite a turn on.

Then he drew his dick from my pussy, and I felt it touching my bottom, I wasn’t scared, and I guess in a way, I was actually quite curious, and kind of looking forward to it.  Then he pushed, and I felt my bottom stretch.  God was he big; I took a sharp intake of breath, and almost choked on the dick in my mouth.  I couldn’t even grit my teeth, as the man fucking my throat was still giving it full-bore.

But he got his dick up, and began to pump it hard, and within no time, I was lifting my bottom up in harmony with his shafting.  It wasn't long before he was cuming in my bottom, and like all men, seconds later it was pulled out, and he was gone.  But the next man, eased me across the bed, and then rolled me on top of him.  I was soon squatting my pussy onto his hard dick, and the man who’d been fucking my throat, moved down the bed.  I obviously knew what was coming next, and this was going to be another first for me, two men at once.  Well up my pussy and bottom that is, I’d done the pussy and throat before in my student days.

So now I held still while the man mounted my bottom and god was this a stretch.  Fucking hurt!  Yes it fucking hurt, but the pain was driving my body wild.  I had just let out an outburst, “Oh fucking yes! Go on fuck it! Come on boys; fuck me harder, I want more.”  Then someone appeared kneeling in front of me, presenting their dick for my throat.  So that put an end to my dirty screaming, and I began to have my first triple penetration!

I can remember some of the men that followed, but it all began to blend into one long night of fucking. I say night, because when they finally gave up, not only had the sun gone down, it was also dark outside. And even then, I spent the night with Stan in bed one side of me, and Jim the other. And I’m not sure if the fucking I got in my dreams was real or not. One thing I do know; was that I awoke with Jim fucking my bottom.

It was nearly 11:00 o’clock before the Land Rover appeared on the mountain road, and maybe quarter past before my mom stepped out.  All the time during the morning up until then, whenever any of the men had fancied a fuck, they’d just sidled up to me, took hold of my arm, and said, “Come on lass.” Or something similar. And I’d just meekly let them walk me to the van, and opened up for them.  I’m not sure why, but I guess I knew I couldn't actually stop them, and unless I did as they wanted, they had plenty they could tell my Brian, that would definitely kill any wedding plans.

I’d even had one or two of them suggesting they were going to fuck both me and mom when she arrived.  So as soon as I’d had a quick word with mom, I got Mr Green (the man with the 4 x 4 who’d brought mom) to one side out of earshot of anyone.
“Look, I can’t explain now, but would you like to be pushing this big cock of yours up my little pussy?”
At the same time as I’d said it, I’d put my hand on his fly, and felt for his dormant dick.  He’d about choked, as I’d said the word cock and pussy, but his dick began to harden the instant my hand stroked across it.

“W what did you?”
I stopped him short, “Sorry to be so crude, and I can’t explain just now, but if you’ll take both me and mom back over the mountain right now, I’ll meet you when and where you like, and let you fuck me. Please just say yes.”
“W well, yes. Of course, I will. But…”
“I’ll explain later, but please don’t let anyone talk you out of it. Please, I’ll suck your cock, or do what ever you want, but take us right now.”

I turned and walked to my mom, took hold of her arm, and walked her towards the man’s Land Rover.
“Where are we going?”
“Home, Mr Green has agreed to take us now.”
“But I thought we had to be here for when Brian arrived?”
“No, I want to get back; we can phone Brian when we get over the mountain.”
Just then Stan noticed us walking to the vehicle,
“What’s happening then?”

Oh its ok, Mr Green is taking us home.”
“But I’ve just put a brew on; you have to let the poor man have a cup of tea. Anyway, you’re supposed to be here to wait for you fiancé. Never mind her Harry; you come and get a cuppa.”
But as my eyes met Harry’s, I let him know without words, my offer meant him coming now.
“Its ok Stan, another time, I’ve got to get the two ladies back home. I’ll catch you again some time.”
And with that he turned and made his way back to his Defender, climbed in, and we were soon bouncing our way along the muddy track, on the long steady climb over the mountain.

Mom was curious as to why I’d wanted to leave so quickly, and I’d made some silly excuse about needing to be back in town to meet someone. She appeared to accept this, but I’m not sure it sounded very real. On the way home I phoned Brian, and explained I’d be at mom’s house later, and how we’d got out of the valley. He didn’t sound too pleased, but I thought what the hell.  Once we dropped mom off at her home, I then made arrangements to meet Harry the next day in the car park of a local supermarket, so he could take me to his farm.

The evening with Brian at mom’s house was uneventful, and he’d left to go home by ten. I had a good nights sleep, and god did I need it. Next morning I walked to the supermarket, and there was Harry waiting, I climbed in, and we were off. He pulled into his farm yard, and we both got out.
“Where are you going to have me?”
“In my bedroom. Where else?”
“So your wife isn’t home?”
“I’m not married.”
“You live alone?”
“No, I have three sons; they help me work the farm.”

Just then a man aged in his twenties walked out of one of the farm buildings, and on seeing us, began walking towards us.
“Is that her dad?”
“It certainly is; I told you she was a cracker.”
“Oh god dad, I can’t wait to see her naked.”
I realised I was now in for a fucking by not just one man, but it looked like four of them.

I’m not going to go into detail about this fucking session, as it was by comparison quite tame. They were all psyched up to fuck me, and I thought as I’d promised, it was pointless being picky about there being more than one of them. But as it turned out, they were real gentlemen, taking it in turns, only one man in the room at a time. It was a very vanilla sex session, apart from me taking one man after another. I guess they all had about three or four goes at me. And after thanking me, Harry took me back home.

I married Brian as planned, and we moved into our dream house. But over the next twelve months, Brian employed the same builder to landscape the gardens! And once I was his wife, he made me give-up working, so I was at home most of the time the builder was there. Well you can guess the kind of things that went on. Or maybe, one day I’ll get around to telling you all about it.

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   Being that his parents worked late, he always had to walk from school. And always, there would be a girl going the same way. All he knew about her was that her name was Rachel. He had her in his class last year in junior highschool.

   He would always admire her beauty as he went home. She had brown eyes, and black hair that came below her shoulders. He guessed that she probably had a C cup breasts, maybe bigger. Her ass was so tight and just the right size. Her tight jeans showed off her ass, and he would always get aroused. He already knew where she lived, he had stalked her to her house before.

   As days went by, he started to formulate a plan to rape her.

   It was a normal day, and once again, Derek was walking home. In front of him was Rachel, about 10 feet away. But when she turned right at the curve, Derek followed her, instead of going left. He just followed her behind some distance. She didn't seemed to notice him. He followed her until she turned into a neighborhood of houses. There were no large roads, it was a peaceful neighborhood. No one was around, no cars, no people.

   He followed her around the neighborhood, minding his business. She came to the last curve before her house. When she was directly next to a bush, he ran. He ran, and he reached into his pocket, and grabbed a cloth soaked in chloroform. He got right behind her, and put it to her mouth. As he did, he grabbed her and himself, and jumped over the bush.

   He looked at Rachel, and was satisfied that she was unconscious. He reached into her backpack and grabbed her keys. He peered up from the bush and looked around. There was no one that he could see.

   He grabbed Rachel and quickly made his way to her house. He felt sweat dripping down his forehead. After few paces, he got to her house. His heart was thumping, and slowly put the key into the door. He unlocked it, and cautiously went inside.

   He was sure that her parents were out of town. He had heard her conversation with her friend. He dragged Rachel in, and moved quickly. He feared that she might wake up. He got her into her room, and put her down on her bed. From his backpack, he produce a long piece of rope. He tied each of her arms and legs to the legs of the bed.

   And he blindfolded her. He admired her beauty. She was wearing tight jeans, a tanktop, and a jacket. He didn't remove her cloths, he would do that when she woke up.

   He waited about half an hour, and she started to stir. She moaned, as if in pain, and she tried to move her arms. And slowly, she started to get a sense of her surroundings. She realized that she was tied, and tried to get free.

   "I don't think you should do that." I said, as I smiled.

She froze. She looked as if trying to remember what happened.

   "Who are you? Where am I?" she said with a demanding voice.

   "I am your master. Do what I say, and I might let you live." And with that, I produced a knife, and put the cold blade on her neck. She flinched, and instantly froze. I could see sweat coming down from her forehead, and she started to whimper.

   "Please, don't kill me. I will do whatever you want! If it's money, my parents can give you the amount!" She cried out as she started to sob.

   "I want something more than that. I want to rape you."

   She instantly broke into tears. Her blindfold became wet with tears..

   "Stop crying. If you don't, I'll kill you." She stopped instantly. Then I took away the knife and slowly started to touch her face. She tried to avoid my touch, and I gave her a slap on the face.

   "Stay still." I said, knowing that I had power over her. Slowly my hand traveled down her neck, and was right above the breasts. My hand traveled downward, right between her breasts. I startec to caress her legs, and would move my hand up and down inside her thighs, barely missing her crotch.

   Slowly, I unbuttoned her jacket. She sobbed a little again. Since she was tied, I couldn't remove her jacket completely. So I got my knife again, and cut away her jacket. then I put the blade on her shoulder. I swiftly cut her tanktop, and removed it slowly. She tried to hide her breasts, but her efforts were useless. I admired her huge breasts for a minute, then moved down to her jeans.

   I unzipped her jeans and started to move them down. She sobbed again, as if in shame. I cut the middle of the jeans and removed it. She was wearing white thongs, and a lace bra. I moved the blade between her breasts, and cut her bra open. The prisoned breasts jumped up in freedom. Then I cut the feeble strings on her thongs.

   "Please, please don't rape me. PLEASE!" She shouted, as I removed her thongs, revealing a shaved pussy.

   "Don't worry. You'll learn to enjoy it." I said with a smile. I slowly started to caress her breasts. I pinched her nipple lightly, and she would give a small moan. They became hard fast, and I put the left one in my mouth. I bit down on it, and she moaned loudly. I kept playing with her nipple with my tongue, and slowly moved my free hand down to her pussy.

   I teased her pussy. I would circle around her pussy, just missing her clit. I felt the wetness of her pussy.

   "Your wet, you like this don't you, Rachel?"

   She moaned, but didn't say anything. I removed my cloths quickly, and sighed in relief as my cock finally freed itself. I moved untop of Rachel, and put the cock right infront of her lips. She instantly cloths it, and kept it shut. I smiled. I pinched her nose, to keep her from breathing.

   After few seconds, she opened her mouth to gulp for breath. I didn't lose my chance. As soon as she opened her mouth, My cock went right into it. I fucked her slowly, enjoying my first blowjob. It took me less then a minute before I came into her mouth.

   "Swallow it, you bitch, or i'm going to kill you."

   She hesitated, but swallowed it. Now my cock was in full arousal. It's 7 inch monster ached for pussy. I moved down to between her legs. Her pussy was very wet now, and slowly put my cock into her pussy. Her face crumpled in pain, as my cock started to stretch her hymen. Finally it broke, and she screamed.

   Her pussy fet slippery and hot. It was my first time, so I stopped to feel what a pussy feels like. It felt good to have my cock wraped so tight.

   I didn't care that she screamed. I fucked her slowly, and gently. Her screams died out, replaced by moans of pleasure. It was my first time, and I was about to cum.

   "God... your so tight!" She didn't reply, but kept moaning.

I took out my cock to keep myself from cumming. I took this opportunity to tease her. I would put my cock on her pussy, put it in just half an inch, and take it out again. She tried to direct my cock into her pussy, but I wouldn't put it in.

   "You want it, don't you?"

   She didnt' reply.

   "You don't want it?"

   "I... want it... Please...PLEASE FUCK ME. i'll do anything!"

   "Anything? Allright then, if you become my sex slave, I'll fuck you."

   "Allright! Please! FUCK ME! PLEASE!"

   I smiled. Rachel's my sex slave. I started to fuck her again. She moaned in pleasure. I went slowly at first, but sped up after a while. Her moan was like music. I kept fucking her faster and faster. And she moaned louder and louder.

   "I"m going to cum!" We both said at the same time.

   I inserted my cock all the way in, and came.

   We both lied there, panting. Then, I got an idea.

   "Wait a sec, I'll be right back."

   I ran downstairs naked, and opened her fridge. I searched for ice cubes, and grabbed one. I ran upstairs to her room. I removed her blindfold, unafraid that she will tell the police. I kissed her, and we kissed for about a minute. I broke the kiss, and I placed the ice cube right between her breasts.

   I moved the ice cube up to her nipples, and she moaned. Then I moved the ice cube down to her pussy. She shivered when it was placed on her pussy. I slowly inserted the ice into her pussy.

   "It's so cold!" She said as she moaned.

   Then I slowly put my hard cock inside her pussy. I felt the ice, and pushed it in. She moaned louder than before, it seemed to give her pleasure. I fucked her, driving the ice cube further and further in. The heat of her pussy melted the ice cube, producing a hot liquid inside her pussy. It intensified the feeling, and I fucked her harder and harder. We fucked till we couldn't take it any longer, and came. Her orgasm was huge.

   That was my first encounter with Rachel. Since that day on, we had sex with a bit of a twist. We would do all kinds of stuff. We dated since that day, and we never broke up. We got married after college. And I still have sex with her, and she still has those nice tits and tight ass.

 

She also went to the bookstore to buy a few romance novels to read. Danielle was so busy with work that she had no time to date. So, she read books, masturbated and used self pleasing toys. She had convinced herself that this is all she needed in the form of sexual gratification. So, that night she packed up her books and “toys”.

 

The next morning Danielle awoke ready for her vacation. She ate a quick breakfast, dressed and loaded up her car. She loaded the trunk and backseat with the bags from the grocery store. She then loaded her luggage up in the front seat. She drove to the private airport and was pleased with the speedy and courteous service. Soon she was up in the air enjoying the scenery. When they were over the house, she smiled in appreciation of its’ classic charm. The helicopter land slowly and gently on the front lawn. She was helped out and her bags were all brought to the front door. She waved as the chopper flew away.

Danielle opened long since used door with the key. She then hurriedly set about putting away the groceries. Then of course she put away her luggage. The weather was warm so she changed into her blue string bikini and strolled out onto the back lawn that overlooked a quant little pond. She stretched a towel out and laid on her back to soak up some run rays. She rubbed sun tan lotion on and laid back. She closed her eyes and soon began a wonderful nap.

 

Little did she know, she was being watched. The mysterious shadowy figure was drawn to this place by the recent activity. He watched her form from the tree line for awhile. He had not seen the female form in a very long time. He could not help but appreciate her beauty as well as her sex. He licked his lips and disappeared in the shadows.

That night Danielle slept on the sofa in front of a warm fire in the fireplace. As she slept the shadowy figure moved silently through the back door in the kitchen and straight to her lying on the sofa. He looked down at her pretty sleeping face and then scanned her round firm and lightly tanned breasts. Then his eyes leered over her flat smooth stomach. His eyes then grew with lust as they befell her bikini covered mound. He licked his lips as his eyes drank in her long strong looking legs as well.

 

He stretched his muscular manly gloved hand out over her chest without touching her. His hand moved from her chest to her mound. Danielle’s body slightly arched as it seemed to reach for his hand. Her breathing quickened lightly as well all while still asleep. He moved his hand away and silently drifted from the house again. Danielle woke a few moments after his exit. Her pussy was wet and she had dreamed of a hand stroking her body. In her dream the hand was strong and brought her a great need for sex. So, she looked around with fear in her eyes. The dream seemed too real. She looked around quickly making sure she was alone. When she saw she was alone, she went up to the bedroom that she would be using. She changed into her pajamas and slid into bed.

 

The next morning she awoke lazily and made her way to the kitchen. She had a nice breakfast of pancakes, syrup and milk. She took her time eating. This was a rarity and she enjoyed it. After breakfast she stretched out in the hanging swing on the porch with a cup of Irish Cream Cappuccino. She began reading a romance novel. She was enthralled in it and drank all of her drink. She read nearly half the paper back book before setting it down in the small round wicker table next to the swing. She then stretched out and settled into a nap.

 

The Shady cloaked figure glided from the tree line and approached her sleeping form. His hand moved down her body as before. But this time he came back up. His fore finger and middle finger of each hand rubbed slowly and firmly together over her breasts. Her body arched as her breath quickened and a small moan escaped her lips. His whole form then turned and glided back to the tree line. He blended into the trees and waited. He watched her reaction when she awoke. This made him lick his lips in desire. He wanted her and would have her. She would be his rather she wanted it or not. Her body wanted him. There was no denying her body’s desire for him. Her body is all he wanted anyway.

 

That night she slept in her bed. The shadowy cloaked figure did not enter the house. When she awoke in the morning she felt an odd feeling of disappointment. She stretched out on the swing just as she had the morning before. She finished her book and fell asleep again. The shadowy figure did not bother her again.

 

That night he returned, however. This time as she slept in her bed, his hand moved about without touching her. The blanket was slowly pulled back. Then her pajama shirt top was unbuttoned. Her body arched for him like a magnet attracted to metal. The material slid to the side. Both of his hands came above her and moved in a circular motion. His fingers then imitated the action of twisting her nipples. She moaned in her sleep to his attentions.

 

Then he moved the hand down to her pajama bottoms without touching her he made the pants slide down to her ankles. He licked his lips at the sight of her bare and lightly hairy pussy. He brought a hand down above her mound and swirled an index finger near where her clitoris would be. He still made no flesh to flesh contact with her. As Danielle slept believing she was only dreaming, she felt as though her clitoris was being manipulated. He continued until she climaxed in her sleep. Her body was sweaty and aching for him.

 

His hands moved about again redressing her and pulling the cover back up without touching her. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You will be mine. What you dream of can come true.” He drifted out of the house as usual. When she awoke a few moments later she did not look around fearful. She now looked around hopeful. He had successfully planted the seed of desire within her. She would come to him willingly. He would then have her at his mercy as he did as he pleased with her.

 

Her morning nap had no visit by him. She was greatly disappointed at not having the “dream” again. But the dream from the night before had her so turned on, that she began to masturbate right there on the swing. He was of course watching as he licked his lips.

 

That night as she tried to sleep she kept tossing and turning. She was filled with a sexual desire. He stood at the backdoor. He whispered, “Come to me if you want me.” The wind seemed to carry his whisper into the house and to her ear. Danielle opened her eyes and looked around. The whisper came again. She saw no one in the room. She knew she should be afraid but her body compelled her down the stairs and to the back door. She looked around and saw no one. The whisper came again and her body compelled her to the tree line. Her pussy was dripping wet as if anticipating something. Her mind kept telling her no but her body demanded she listen to the voice.

When she entered the tree line her body floated up into the air by a few feet. Her clothes began to disintegrate from her body. Soon she came to float before him. She could only see his large strong looking from hidden under a dark brown hooded cloak. He spoke to her, “You have dreamed of the pleasure I can bring you. Do you want more?” She could not speak as her lust driven body ached for him. She nodded her head.

 

Her body was lifted and brought for so that her pussy was at his face. Danielle moaned as his tongue made the first ever flesh to flesh contact between them. His tongue licked at her pussy and swirled over her clitoris. He lapped up her juices with greed. His tongue brought forth two orgasms before he stopped.

She still did not see his face as he spoke. He said, “If you are mine, I will bring you great pleasure every night. But if you reject me now, you will never again know such pleasure. Will you be mine?” Her mind once again screamed at her to say no. But, her body was too demanding as she floated there with cum rolling down her legs. She nodded and whispered, “Yes, I am yours.”

In a flash she was unconscious. When she awoke she was laid upon what appeared to be a stone altar covered with animal furs. Her hands were bound together with twine and attached to a metal ring that was attached to the altar above her head. Her legs were spread wide with connected to the same type of metal rings. As she laid there completely naked and vulnerable she looked around the room with fear in her eyes. She seemed to be in some sort of cave with torches lighting the room. There were also different types of apparatus that looked like torture and bondage type of equipment. She began to cry and call out, “Let me go! Please!”

She was answered by a deep demonic sounding laugh. He appeared before her and the cloak he wore dropped to the ground. She screamed at what her eyes beheld. He was about 6 foot 5 and had a very muscular male humanoid form. His skin was red and leathery. He had a long thick tail that curled around his thigh. He grinned at her behind full lips with sharply pointed teeth. His eyes were solid black and seemed soulless. His hair was long and black like the darkest of nights. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail. His nose was wide and flared like a bull. As he stood laughing at her fear a large shiny black pointed horn appeared on each side of his head.

He slid a hand down to his aching cock. Her eyes followed his hand and she screamed anew as she fought the binds that held her. His 12 inch long 5 inch wide cock left her terrified. She screamed, “No! No! Let me go! This is not what I want!” He walked up to the table as part of her buttocks hung off the table. He lined his cock up with her pussy and said, “But you said you are mine. So, you now belong to me. You succumbed to lust. Now for all eternity you will answer my lust.”

He slowly began pushing his monster cock into her pussy. She cried and screamed from the pain. He merely chuckled, “In time you will grow used to my size, my pet. Soon you will beg me for this.” Once the head was in she passed out from the pain. He just kept pushing slowly until all 12 inches were buried deeply. He leaned down and slapped her face. As she fluttered her eyes open she cried from the pain, “No! Ow! Please, it hurts! Take it out!” He smiled and licked his lips, “The hard part is over, my pet. I am in. Now we fuck.”

 

He began the long process of slowly dragging his cock from her pussy to leave only the head in and slowly slide back in. She still screamed and pulled at the binds not enjoying this rape at all. After a few of the slow strokes he began to speed up. Soon he was slamming into her abused pussy with eagerness. He growled from the pleasure as she continued to cry and scream. Her screams only drove him on more. He got great pleasure from raping pretty women and watching them scream from his godly sized dick.

 

After what seemed an eternity he filled her womb up with his hot seed. But instead of stopping after filling her with a galloon of his demonic seed as she had hoped, he continued on thrusting. He cum spurted out of her abused pussy and soaked her ass hole. His tail moved between his legs and lined up with her asshole. The 3 inch thick tail had a rounded end. The end began to swirl the cum around the entrance of her asshole. She cried out fearful of what was next, “No! Please not there! I have never done that!”

 

The Demon ignored her as the tail began to penetrate. She of course continued to scream and struggle. When the tail was about 6 inches into her the pain was just too much. She passed out again. The Demon continued fucking her pussy and asshole. He managed to squeeze 13 inches of his 18 inch long tail into her gaping and bleeding asshole. He pounded into each hole until his cock spewed another bucket load of cum into the womb of his newly claimed sex slave.

While she was unconscious he released her ankles from the metal rings and turned her onto her stomach. She laid flat on the altar from her head to her pelvis. Her legs hung down limply as cum poured from her pussy into a pool at her feet. He walked around to the head of the altar and untied the twin from her wrists to the metal ring above her head. He pulled on it dragging her body up on the altar until her whole body save her feet was flat on the altar. He then reattached the twine to the ring.

He laid on top her as his bloody cum covered dick lined up to her asshole. He thrusted so quickly and deeply into her that she awoke with a scream. The 5 inch thickness ripped and burned her. He pounded only a few minutes into her ass until he climaxed so hard that he shook the altar. He pulled out after his seed filled her bowels. He pulled out and slapped her ass. Bloody cum squirted out of her ass. She sobbed in great pain.

He stood back and admired the abuse he inflicted on his pretty little slave. He stroked his dick appreciating the pleasure she would be giving him until the end of time. She struggled to speak as she said, “Please, now that you have your pleasure, let me go.” He stood next to the altar and stroked her back almost lovingly, “No, my pet. You may never leave me. In this place you can live forever without aging a day. All wounds are healed as well. And there is no need for food. My cum will keep you alive and well. You are bound to me now. If I die, so do you. If you go without my cum, you will die. You will pleasure your Master as he sees fit when ever he wants such pleasure. If you are not a good slave, you will be fucked anyway and also receive severe and painful punishments. You will call me master and I shall call you what ever I see fit.”

Danielle could only sob at her new predicament. She would forever more be cum bound to the cruel lustful Demon that she would know only as “Master”.

No.  Stop right there.

It was definitely a problem.  Suzanne had a job to do – to finish, and people were relying on her.  She needed to get to a phone.  Sasha had a mobile but he’d never left it where she could get at it without him knowing.  She was going to have to think of something, she was running out of time.  If she wasn’t careful, she was going to be late, in more ways than one.

The opportunity presented itself in the end.  They were making dinner, and Sasha left Suzanne in charge of stirring the food while he went upstairs to take a shower.  She turned away from the cooker to find that he’d left his mobile on the kitchen table.  Strange.  She waited for several moments, and then heard Sasha enter the bathroom and turn on the shower.  It was perfect.  She grabbed the phone and dialled the number for her contact, quickly stirring their dinner while making sure that she was in sight of the stairs.  She’d see his shadow approach in time to put the phone back so that he was none the wiser.

It seemed to ring forever, and Suzanne bit her lip in trepidation.  Was she too late?  A strange mixture of emotion washed over her at that thought.  Something else not to think about.  The call connected just in time to spare her having to identify her emotions.

Silence.  She spoke quietly, identifying herself with her call sign and password only.  The person on the other end of the line was satisfied, and confirmed their identity to her.  “Report?” Suzanne asked softly.

“Intelligence confirms they are acting on your information and moving into position,” the voice replied.  “We will be ready to meet them.  Everything is going as planned.”

“When?”

“Approximately seven hours.  A team will be ready for extraction.  Location?”

“Can you trace the position of this call?”

“Of course.”

“Then it will be from here.”

“Agreed.  We will extract you as soon as the operation begins.”

Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat and she didn’t respond for a moment.  She had no idea that things were going to happen so soon.

“Ma’am?”  the voice on the other end of the line enquired.

“Yes,” she replied, trying to mentally shake herself.  “I’ll be ready.”

“I’m glad to hear your voice again, ma’am.  See you back at Operations.”

“Thank you,” Suzanne replied, and ended the call.  A moment later, the shower turned off.  She searched through the unfamiliar language of the menus of the phone, trying to find the call logs.  She found the entry for the call that she had just made and deleted that single entry, thankful that the mobile phone was a Nokia and she was familiar enough with it to do this even if she wasn’t sure of all of the language.  She placed the phone back on the table exactly as if it hadn’t been disturbed, and returned to stirring their dinner.

Sasha returned to the kitchen feeling slightly uneasy but not sure why.  He spotted the phone on the table and instantly recognised his potentially massive mistake.  It didn’t look as if it had been moved, but he couldn’t be sure.  “Dinner’s ready,” Suzanne said over her shoulder absently.  When he didn’t reply, she turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face.

He still didn’t say anything.  Suzanne followed his gaze to rest on the mobile, then looked back up at him, a look of slight disappointment and embarrassment on her face.  She looked away again, then turned back to the cooker and busied herself with stirring.  The intention was to make him realise that she hadn’t touched the phone.  Of course she hadn’t, and how could he think such a thing of her?  He still wasn’t moving, so she sniffed a couple of times softly, willing tears to come to her eyes.

Sasha trusted Suzanne not to try to hurt him, and she hadn’t tried to leave when he’d left her in the house on her own.  But to leave his phone where she could get to it?  He wasn’t so sure that she wouldn’t have tried to contact someone.  Not until he heard her sniffling, at least.  He swore under his breath softly, walked up towards her and slipped his phone into his pocket on the way.  He slid his arms around her from behind and slid his mouth to her neck, nuzzled gently.

Suzanne wiped the tears from her face angrily and redoubled her efforts in stirring, attempting to ignore Sasha in his quest for the extra sensitive area below her ear.  “Come here,” he whispered, turning her around in his arms.

“No,” she replied sulkily, trying to stop him from turning her to face him, but she wasn’t trying too hard.  He pulled her away from the cooker and leaned her against the table.  “Dinner’s going to burn,” she warned, and he shrugged, sliding his hand along the back of her thigh and up to her arse, sliding the (rather large) shirt she was wearing out of the way as he went.  He slid his other hand to her cheek and pulled her towards him, kissing gently.  She pulled away from him, still putting up a façade of protest in order to save face.  He pulled her back and kissed harder.

Suzanne didn’t protest any further as Sasha lifted her onto the table and laid her back, then unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it out of the way.  He slid his palms from the bottom of her breast down to her hips, laid a gentle kiss just above her pubic hair.  She gasped as her body jerked sharply.  She was burning immediately, her legs parting automatically and without her consent.  He slid her towards the edge of the table, leaned over her to look directly in her eyes and slid one finger into her mouth.  She licked for a moment, then sucked gently until he withdrew it again.  He slid the wet finger over one of her nipples gently and she moaned in frustration.

Sasha repeated his actions, sliding his wet finger over Suzanne’s other breast gently.  She arched against him, murmured softly in Bosnian the equivalent of “Oh please just fuck me Sasha!”  He slid his finger to her mouth and shushed her, slid his mouth against her ear again.

“Don’t talk,” he whispered softly.  “Just relax.”  He slid his finger into her mouth again, then slid the torturing wet digit down into her pubic hair and onto her clitoris.  He stroked gently, leaned over and slid a nipple into his mouth and sucked for a moment.  Suzanne writhed, and then Sasha bit into her nipple slowly.  A low moan escaped her and she shuddered as her body surged into orgasm.  Sasha smiled, slid back up to kiss her as her body relaxed again. 

“I have to go out tomorrow,” Sasha whispered.  “Early.  I should be back by midday.”  He was already sliding back down, parting her legs again and she felt his breath on her thighs.  Oh god.  Thinking was becoming difficult…

If he was going out in the morning, it meant that he was going to do a job.  And the only job it could possibly be was the one she had given them information on.  If he went there, he would die.  And she couldn’t warn him without telling him why.  Oh god.

She’d have to stop him.  She was glad she had one more trick up her sleeve that would allow her to do that.  He was by no means a good or decent man, but she wasn’t going to kill him.  And she wasn’t going to ask herself why, either.

Sasha slid one finger inside her and his tongue onto her clitoris and Suzanne lost her train of thought completely.  She slid her hands into his hair and scratched his scalp gently, pulling him closer.  He groaned in contentment and the vibrations from his voice caused Suzanne to come again.

“Please Sasha,” she whispered softly, and he stood up slowly.  He unbuttoned his pants and leaned over her, and Suzanne raised her legs and locked them around his back.  He braced his forearms on the table on either side of Suzanne’s head, and slid against her gently.  Suzanne slid her arms along Sasha’s sides until she reached his arse, and pulled a little.  He bumped against her, stretched her opening slightly until she moaned in anticipation, then pulled back out to rest against her.  She looked up at him, saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he wanted.

“Sasha…” she whispered softly, sliding her hand back across his hips and brushing her fingers across the length of his penis and down to her clitoris.  She stroked for a moment, let her head fall backwards for a moment as she moaned in pleasure and he groaned in response.  She looked back into his eyes as she whispered “I’m hot and I’m wet.”  She slid a finger inside herself and then pulled it back out to stroke along his penis again.  “See?  Don’t you want to feel that?”

His mock resistance never did last long.  Sasha cured the ache inside Suzanne with one forceful thrust which caused her to whine in pain-laced pleasure as he settled inside her.  She slid her hands back to his arse and pulled hard, wanting him to move even harder.  Every thrust was causing her to cry out in pain as he bumped her cervix, and she scratched her nails along his back until he had to hold her arms down.  She came again, and her lust for pain lessened as her body calmed down again.  Sasha slowed his movement inside her and she moaned in appreciation.  He let her arms go and she slid them around him, one sliding into his hair and stroking gently.

“Aleksandar,” she whispered, using his full Christian name for the first time since she’d found out that Sasha was a pet name.  “I…”  She stopped herself from saying something very stupid.  “You’re so beautiful.”

He looked at her for a moment, wondered what she had meant to say, but she wouldn’t look at him and so he couldn’t tell.  She slid her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls gently and he forgot all about what she had been going to say.

The dinner was burned, but they ate it anyway.  Suzanne was quiet during the meal, worrying about the night ahead.  Sasha didn’t notice; he was relaxed and he had a full belly and he was never much of a talker, anyway.  Suzanne sneaked to the bathroom while they were cleaning the dishes, a sharp knife concealed in her shirt sleeve.  She sat on the toilet with her left foot dangling over the bath, and felt along the arch of her foot for two small bumps.  Grimacing, she slid the knife into the skin to the side of the left bump, and a small capsule plopped out of the wound, along with a ridiculous amount of blood.  She ran her foot under the cold water and pressed tissue paper to the cut until the bleeding stopped, washing the capsule in the water as well.  She hid the knife in the cistern of the toilet before padding down the stairs again.

Suzanne busied herself preparing a hot drink for both of them, breaking open the capsule and dumping the contents into Sasha’s cup while his back was turned.  They drank their tea and then plodded upstairs to bed, Suzanne’s stomach in knots at the thought of what was about to happen.  Sasha sank onto the bed, the sedative already taking its toll on him.  He frowned; he knew that something was wrong but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.  Suzanne lifted his face towards her and stroked his cheek gently.

“I’m sorry Sasha,” she whispered softly.  “Please believe that I’m doing this to try to help you.  I can’t let them kill you.”  She wasn’t sure if he could hear her, but she had to say something.  She knew that he would be mad as hell when he woke up in the morning.

Suzanne didn’t sleep.  She sat up and watched Sasha sleep as she waited for her extraction team to arrive.  The sound of an approaching engine signalled that she had to leave.  She had slid on a pair of his pants as well as the shirt, but his boots were ridiculously large and so she had to go barefoot.  She checked that Sasha was still sleeping soundly, then kissed him gently before creeping downstairs.  She had to wipe tears from her eyes before she opened the door and met the familiar face of her handler waiting to meet her.

 

Sasha knew that something was wrong as soon as he woke up.  His body was heavy and his head was groggy.  He usually woke up instantly; a necessity in his line of work.  And the other side of the bed was empty.  And cold.  And it was light.  Shit!  He laid back in the bed, trying to clear the fog in his head.  She’s gone.

What could have gone wrong?  He never overslept, and he never woke up feeling like this.  The dinner had been burned, yes, but it wasn’t poisonous.  She’s gone.

He leaned his head over the edge of the bed and threw up, his body expelling the majority of last night’s meal, and whatever was causing him to feel like this. She’s gone.

Sasha grabbed his rifle and his handgun and ran downstairs, checking to make sure that yes, she really was gone.  Shit, shit, shit.  He tried to calm himself so that he could think.  His first priority was to get to his earlier destination, and find out what had happened.  Then he could worry about finding the girl.  He jumped into his truck and sped off, anger burning through the throbbing in his head.  He almost couldn’t believe what he found.

Bodies.  He’d expected bodies, but not the ones that lay on the ground in front of him.  Someone had ambushed the Serb soldiers, and they lay dead in the mud, weapons strewn where they had dropped them.  He spotted Boskovic and his commanding officer, and several others whose names eluded him, but they had all been stationed at the base from where he removed Suzanne.  He left, not wanting to be a target for any snipers that might have been left behind, just in case.

The anger overtook his calm now as a hundred thoughts ran through Sasha’s head at once.  She’d lied to him.  She’d told them what they wanted to hear and they had believed her, biding her time until she could escape.  She’d kept him happy with sex and lured the soldiers into a trap that was meant for him, as well.  A wave of emotion washed over him that felt dangerously close to pain and he viciously kicked the side of the truck in frustration.  He was meant to be dead here, too!

But she’d drugged him.  Stopped him from leaving the house on time.  Why?  What could she have possibly gained by him not turning up to do his job as he’d been ordered?  He growled furiously as he realised that this now looked as if he’d been the one who’d set them up.  The chances of him getting out of this alive were slim indeed.

It was past midday.  If she’d left after he’d fallen asleep, she would have had hours to get away now.  He’d never find her today.  Deciding that his best chance for survival was to get away from the scene as quickly as possible, he got back into the truck and headed east as fast as the shitheap could manage.  He ground his teeth in frustration as he tried to work out a plan of action.  He wasn’t going to stop until he found her, and he didn’t care where he had to go to do it.  And when he did, she was going to regret it.

At lunchtime I thought I take a look around Claire's room to see what I could find, whilst looking in the wardrobe I found her Girl Guides uniform and I thought to myself to add more fun to this evening proceedings we'll get Claire to do a strip tease for us. The thought of what we are going to do to her gave me an erection which I needed to satisfy so I picked up a pair of Claire dirty school knickers and sniffed the crouch and inhaled the sweet musky scent of her young pussy I then wrapped them around my cock and started to wank, it didn't take me long to shoot my load.

At 3.00 John and Steve arrived “Hi Dave are you ready for this” asked John “damn right I am” I replied. Whilst we waited for Claire to come home from school we discussed the course of action for the evening and what we were going to do to Claire. I prepared the camcorder putting in a new tape and gave it to John as it was decided I was going to go 'first' with Claire.

At 3.45 Claire still wasn't home from school and I was wondering where she was by 5.00 she still wasn't home and I was stating to get worried and thinking she might have run away after last night. When Claire finally walked in 10 minutes later my worry was replaced by delight as I saw Claire was wearing her PE kit consisting of a very short pleated navy blue netball skirt, white polo T shirt, white ankle socks and trainers. Having dumped her school bag on the floor Claire pushed by me “Hi honey I was getting worried about you” I said “don't bother” “but I do worry” “you didn't show it last night. I am going upto my room” snapped Claire and she started to walk upstairs I followed behind.

As Claire entered her room I heard her say “O fucking hell not again”. As I followed her into her room closing the door behind I said “Yes honey” Claire just stood there staring at me “No dad” “Yes honey, but this time I am going first” “NO Dad PLEASE don't” “sit on the edge of the bed” “NO” “we can do this the hard way or the easy way what's it to be?” rather reluctantly Claire sat on the the edge of her bed “there's a good girl, now are you going to be a really good girl and do as you are told?” “yes Dad” came a feeble reply. I stood in front of Clare “Good, now undo my trousers and pull them and the boxers down” “No I don't want to” “DO IT OR ELSE” very slowly Claire started to undo my trousers and pull them and the boxers down freeing my erection. “now be a good little daughter and suck Daddy's cock”. Claire leaned forward and opening her mouth she started to suck my cock into her warm mouth. “There's a good girl now suck it till all the stuff comes out and then swallow it all” looking down watching my own daughter suck my cock it did not take me long to exploded into her mouth and she swallowed the lot. After a few seconds I pushed her back onto the bed causing her short skirt to move up her thighs revealing her tight white knickers.

Climbing onto the bed next to Claire I put my hand up her skirt and started to stroke her pussy over the knickers, after a few minutes I took hold of the waistband and ripped them clean off and threw them onto the floor I was now staring at my own Daughters sweet, young almost bald pussy which I noticed was a bit red, puffy and moist but did not think much about it so I promptly began to kiss and probe with my tongue “Noooo Daddy Please don't” but I just carried on. After a few minutes I took hold of Claire's ankles lifted them upto her chest, lined my cock up with her pussy and slowly at first started to fuck my daughter for a second time “NOOOOOOOOOO Daddy Please NOOOO” but again I ignored her pleases and carried on fucking her tight pussy, I pushed up Claire's T shirt exposing her bra which I ripped open revealing her very small tits which I started to suck on after which it did not take me long to fill her pussy with my come.

I climbed off the bed and took the camcorder from John who had been doing the videoing so far “Your turn now mate” I said to him. I stood there watching and videoing as John stripped off and climbed onto the bed and without wasting any time pulled Claire's legs open and started to tongue her pussy and then fuck her first up the pussy then flipping her over and fucking her arse. My poor Daughter was really crying and screaming by now but I just carried on videoing. When John had finished with Claire 10 minutes later it was Steve's turn and when Steve had finished we made Claire suck our cocks one more time before we took a 10 minute beer break.

“Claire stand up” I said and as Claire stood up I told her to straighten her school uniform. “Right Claire you've been a good girl so far, carry on doing so, now we want you to strip out of your school PE kit slowly but leave your shoes and socks on OK”. Claire started to strip first the T shirt then then skirt and what was left of the bra. She was standing there almost naked this was so very wrong but also so bloody exciting it was unreal. “Now lay on the bed on your back draw your knees up and spread your legs. There's a good girl now start playing with yourself down there, start stroking and fingering your own pussy” I ordered and reluctantly Claire obeyed and for the next 5 minutes I videoed Claire as she pleasured herself to what I think was an orgasm.

"Right young lady get dressed in your Girl Guides uniform for us". So slowly Claire obeyed first went on a pair of new white knickers and bra followed by the blue blouse, medium length blue skirt. “Good, very nice, very nice indeed” I said “OK Steve your turn to go first” “right kneel on the bed” Steve ordered and for the next 10 minutes I video Steve as he pushed up her skirt, pulled down her knickers so that they were bunched around her knees and then pull her arse cheeks apart and start to tongue her arse hole and pussy at first then start to slide his cock up her tight arse then after coming in her arse started to fuck her pussy. We all took turns fucking Claire in her girl guides uniform and when we finished we made her kneel on the floor and suck our cocks clean. When she had finished we stood in front of her as she still knelt on the floor and we started to piss in her face at the same time making her swallow some of it and watched as it soaked her girl guides uniform. When we had finished I said to Claire “we've finished go and take a shower”.

Us three went downstairs and got ourselfs a beer “well that was fun wasn't it” said John “sure was” replied Steve “don't forget to do use a copy of the tape Dave” “no I'll do it tomorrow for you” I said “good” replied Steve  “what about the debt” I asked “don't worry I'll sort it out as long as we can come around once a month and play with Claire all will be sorted” said John “OK thanks” and with that John and Steve left.

I made myself a coffee and fixed some dinner for me and Claire. 30 minutes later she came down “dinners ready honey” “I am not really hunger” “OK try and eat something”. After dinner which Claire didn't eat much she said “I am going to bed now see you in the morning” and went of upstairs leaving me on my own again. A few hours after Claire went to bed I decided to go up to bed as well.

I laying in bed drifting in and out of deep sleep when I felt someone climb onto the bed and start to stroke my cock. I thought I was dreaming when that someone started to suck it as well. When I managed to pull myself together and fully wake up I almost had a heart attack for that someone wanking and sucking my cock was Claire. “Claire darling what are you doing honey” “what you always wanted, just relax and enjoy” so that's what I did for the next 5 minutes while she wanked and sucked me to heaven and back. Then Claire took her knickers of and pulled up her night dress and straddled my face to give me a 69. I was laying there as she lowered her pussy to my face and I started to lick out her juicy pussy savouring the sweet taste whilst she sucked my cock. It did not take us long to come together. When she rolled of me she looked into my eyes and said “did you enjoy that Daddy” all I could say was “yes” “good there's more to come”.

After a few minutes Claire stripped of her night dress off and was totally naked then she straddled my waist and lowered herself down so that I penetrated her tight pussy with my erect cock and slowly she started to fuck me. I reached out and started to stroke her small tits and it did not take us long to come together. When we had finished fucking a second time Claire rolled off me and looked me in the face “Dad can I ask you something” “sure honey anything” “Would you let me do anything to you and I mean anything, would you trust me” “yes honey you can do anything you like and I always trust you” “OK lets go to the bathroom” “fine” so Claire took my hand and led me into the bathroom where she turned and faced me. We kissed and I placed my hand between her thighs and started to stroke and fingered her pussy. Claire pulled away “right Dad lay on the floor please” “why” I asked “Please just trust me” “OK” so I laid on the floor “right Dad what I am going to do to you I hope you enjoy because I did when you did it to me” with that Claire straddled my face so she standing over my head then she squatted down so that her arse and pussy were inches away. I then had a feeling was going to happen and it did. Claire started to piss on my face. Her warm piss was running down my face, into my mouth the taste was bitter at first but I got use to it, this sent me into overdrive and I just started to lick her pussy as she was still pissing I was lapping it up. When she had finished she said “well did you enjoy it” “yes” after that we showered together where I fucked her once again in the shower. After our shower we went to bed together cuddling upto each other talking.

“Dad” “Yes honey” “ever since I was 12 I have always wanted to have sex with you, to give you what you miss from mum but I didn't know how to ask you to fuck me but what happened tonight and last night with the other two men I really enjoyed and played along. I knew you were enjoying it so that's why I took it further with you now and I want to do this more often and I wont tell anybody” “honey thanks this will be our secret, there's one thing I would like to know” “what's that” “have you had sex before because John said you weren't a virgin and tonight I notched you were wet, and puffy” “not with men no” “what do mean by that?”

"Well Dad I ve kept this secret" said Claire "I haven't had sex with a man before last night but with a women she is Miss Hunter our PE teacher she's 26. It started when I was 12, once after netball class she called me into her office and told me to stand in front of her by the desk I still had my netball kit on, the one I was wearing when I got home today when she started to talk about how good I was and what a good body I've got she put her hands on my hips and told me I was an attractive girl she put her hand under my skirt and started to stroke my pussy being only 12 and not having done anything like it before I didn't know what to do but I was enjoying it so I just let her carry on and when she pulled my knickers off and started to finger my pussy I nearly went over the edge. She told me to sit on the edge of the desk which I did then she lifted my legs up over her shoulders and then started to tongue my pussy after a few minutes she told me to undress her and do to her what's she had just done to me so I did and enjoyed it. We now do each other after each PE lesson after school, we fuck each other as well using a strap on dildo that's what we did after school today that's why I was red and puffy.”

all I could say was “OK if you enjoy it do it” “I've one more surprise for you Dad” “What's that” I asked, Claire picked up a tub of hand cream and started to work it around my cock and when she had finished and my cock was covered in hand cream all Claire said was “fuck me up the arse Dad” so I did. After I had shoot my load into her arse a few minutes later we cuddled upto each other and fell asleep.

A few days later I received a letter in the post from John advising me that I know owe nothing on the mortgage.

I had the first choice of two women for myself. My other three commanderswould get one each, and the rest would be distributed to the troops, with several men sharing one woman.

My first choice was a girl about twenty years old who was tall andhandsome.We’ll call her X. My second choice was a young girl I guessed to be fifteen or so whose very fair complexion and ample bosom attracted me. We’ll call her Y. They were sent to my quarters to clean up and await my presence. I could hardly wait to fuck them.

My second in command surprised me. He chose a youngster who was barely fourteen! She was certainly cute but I thought her ass too small to give much bounce.

The third in command took an unusually fiery thirty year old. He’ll have a good fuck and a black eye!

The women were all advised that resistance was futile and that they may as well try to enjoy our company. Some were more than willing and some resistant.

Only two had to be beaten. I took pleasure in seeing my good fighters leading them away for their pleasure.

I returned to my quarters and found my women grateful for their bath after the ride to our camp in the back of an open truck. I stripped and ordered the older girl to my bed.

God! She was a virgin! She was none too easy to penetrate and screamed when I deflowered her. I paused to let X calm down and withdrew for a moment.

I motioned Y to come and suck my cock. The young thing was not unacquainted with the practice. I reentered X. I raised her legs and put her ass in motion. She was getting the idea, and I was getting a response. I turned her over and took her from behind. I had her move back and forth on my cock. A slap on the ass got her up to speed. I squeezed her tits and felt hard nipples. As I continued fucking her, her hand moved to her cunt. My finger in her ass increased her excitement. When I climaxed, I had both girls taste my cum.

As X lay on the bed rubbing her newly opened cunt, I garnered some information about her. She had been in the convent since she was thirteen. She had developed into a well formed woman whose body should propagate the race.

I went back to X and spread her legs. I licked her cunt. She squealed in delight. I got over her for mutual mouth work. When I got her sucking satisfactorily I gave her a bit more cunt licking, and then called Y to bring X to orgasm.

Well done Y!

It was Y’s turn to suck my cock in preparation for her fucking. The cheerful little fucker got my cock raised enough that I could take her on my lap and get her bouncing on my dick. I reached around and fingered her ass and asked if she liked a fuck there. She said she’d never had an adult up her ass and didn’t know if she could take it. Actually, I didn’t matter what she said. Asshole would be fucked!

It was dinner time. All of the women were allowed to partake with their men. I took my girls (who had been given clothes we’d looted) to the dining hall. All stood as I entered. Some of the women didn’t realize that they must also rise. They were abruptly bought up. The men were extremely pleased.

I took my girls to my table with my second and third and their women. Wine was served first and the room was in a jolly mood. Even my second’s little girl drank.

I asked (alright, ordered) her to let me feel her cunt. She had a juicy hole where there wasn’t one before. I asked her if she liked fucking. She replied that she was just learning how. Second said that deflowering her was not easy because she was so small.

Third’s fiery woman was decidedly calm.

I whispered "What changed her?"

"A fuck in the ass" he replied.

As more wine was consumed, some in the hall became rowdy with the women who had been traded and randomly groped. I called them to order. I insisted that all trades or sharing arrangements must be made in the barracks and conducted civilly or disciplinary action would follow.

The entire troop was ready to party. My two officers and I took our women to our lounge. We had the women strip one by one and offer themselves to our exploration. I had Second’s little girl suck my cock and I sent Y to do the same for him. I sent X to my third and took his fiery one. I told Third not to fuck X’s ass. I was saving that virgin hole for myself.

With this game over, all the women were returned to their masters. We kept the women naked for fondling a while then sent them all to my quarters which was locked and guarded.

My officers and I had to make the rounds of the barracks to see that peace and order prevailed. There was a lot of fucking in progress.

One woman, about forty, was taking all comers. She had a cock in her cunt, one in her mouth, and two fellows waiting their turn. One young fat girl was taking cock in her cunt and ass from two fellows taking a few strokes each successively. A mid-thirties nun was the most energetic fucker we saw. She was on top, bouncing on cock after cock until her cunt oozed cum!

Alas! Tomorrow I would have to reassemble this mob into a fighting force.

We were preparing to raid a warehouse primarily for shoes and clothing for the winter campaign. We were leaving with three empty trucks and I wanted them full when they returned. The chance of government troops hindering us was minimal.

They expected an attack on their arsenal. They’d get that when they didn’t expect it.

Now my officers and I returned to my quarters where the women were waiting.

Mine was the only quarters with a "living room". Second and third collected theirwomen and retired. I took both of mine to bed.

I fucked Y first that night. She is such a delightful young cunt! She seeming never fails to have an orgasm and always sucks my cock with gratitude afterward.

I told the girls my plans for tomorrow, and that they could leave if they wished. Y said she’d stay. X was undecided.

It was time to fuck X. I brought some olive oil from the kitchen to lubricate

the path up her ass. I put her on the bed on all fours. I rubbed up her anus to give her an erotic focus. I poured some oil in her asshole while I played with her cunt. My finger followed the oil; X gasped and sighed but was soon rocking her ass with my finger fucks. Y couldn’t hold back an "oooh" as she masturbated while watching. I brought her over to the bed and repeated the procedure in her ass. She loved it. I sent her back to masturbate and had X suck before I mounted her.

I took a half dozen strokes in her cunt then put my cock to her anus for the big push. She squealed, but not more that I expected and there was no excessive pain; just the shock of expansion. I slapped her ass and told her to relax. I let her settle down before I began fucking her hard and going further in. She was soon reacting much better and working her cunt and her ass was meeting my thrusts lustily.

I picked up the pace. My cock had an open highway now and I fucked her hard and fast. Our grunts and groans echoed through my quarters for a good while before I shot my spurt deep within her. She’d had an orgasm too. I kept my cock in her as long as I could.

I told Y to come to me. She crawled on top of me and I licked her young pussy as she sucked. X moved to a chair where she watched and masturbated. I let both girls rest a while until I could be revived. Y eventually sucked up an erection and I mounted her as I had X.

She gasped at the size on the intrusion but was eager to take it. I gave her ass a good hard fucking this way then rolled off and had her get on top. She lowered her now open asshole on my cock and gleefully bounced on it. I eventually came and she collapsed in my arms.

The three of us slept together and my fingers found willing cunts and assholes for play and their eager mouths sucked cock for recreation. I gave them each a mouthful before morning.

In the morning I told all the women in the compound they could leave if they wished but we couldn’t provide transportation. If they stayed, we would be bringing back clothes, food, jewelry, soap and such.

I prepared my men for the raid. It was quite successful. We didn’t lose a man and only had to kill two guards. We loaded our trucks and stole another one.

We got what we needed and a lot of things we didn’t. We remembered to get women’s things.

When we returned to our camp, we found that about two-thirds of the women had chosen to stay, including my two. Alas, my third’s fiery one had departed.

"When she didn’t prefer to fight, she was a good fuck" Third said.

I allowed him to pillage the lower ranks for a replacement. He chose a woman about thirty years old who had borne children. She was a bit wide in the butt, but a comfortable fucking partner.

I gave a considerable amount of booty to my women. I decreed a large feast that evening. All of the women got new clothes, soap and such. The jewelry was all paste but they loved it. X loved her high heels and wouldn't take them off. I had to fuck her in them that night.

I planned our next raid---for gasoline. This one required stealth more than force once in the storage area. We had metal barrels and our newly stolen truck, but we would need to get in without raising a general alarm. We scouted a secondary gate and saw an opportunity. We could divert the guard at dusk, ambush him without gunfire, fill our barrels and get out. Only a handful of men would be needed. I sent Second to do the job.

In his absence, I fucked his little girl. I fucked her ass too. She managed pretty well for one so small. I loved opening up that tight little hole.

The raid was successful and we had everything we needed for the raid on the arsenal. It would probably cost lives. I decided to wait a while in hopes the government security would become lax.

Many of the men wanted another village raid for loot, but mainly for women.

Did they think I could find convents everywhere? I considered it for a few days. I gave in and let Third lead a raid on a village on a market day.

He came back with a truck load of food and wine and eight women. Most of them were teenagers though some were married.

I performed my inspection as previously and again enjoyed my poking "duty".

I let Third have first choice; it was his raid. He took a girl in her late teens and novirgin. Second got a second girl and his choice was very similar. Before I distributed the remainder, I took two girls to my quarters, stripped them and fucked them. One was just excellent, a red-haired girl about sixteen. She lovedher fucking. X and Y would have to make room for Z. I had another bed put in

my room. I introduced Z to X and Y and they helped her get new clothes. Y whispered to me that she wanted to watch me fuck Z’s ass. I kissed her for that.

That evening, Y got her wish. She was eager to participate in the olive oil preparation. I mounted her and she ass-fucked like a professional! X was jealous; not a virtue in a former nun. I wasn’t finished fucking around.

After I rested, knowing Second and Third had fucked their new girls by now,

I called for a soiree in the lounge for the three of us and the new girls. We swappedaround. I took Second’s girl in both holes but Third’s only in her cunt. I was out of ammunition. Z took Third up her ass.

I took Z back to my quarters and had the three girls put on a show for me. I had the tit sucking and cunt eating in all combinations. I poked and they poked one another.

Each one climaxed more than once.

I slept with X that night to reassure her that she wasn’t being displaced. Y and Z had a good time in bed together.

The proposed raid on the arsenal was vexing me. I decided to postpone it a while longer.

My camp was busy fucking. In my case, it was triple plus whatever I wanted from Second and Third’s women, or for that matter any in the place.

Since my three way girl thing was so delightful, I decided we would have an all girl orgy in our lounge. Of course we had no dildos or vibrators, but we did have sausages---some very large ones. Second cleverly rigged up a way for the girls to use them as cocks. As I would have predicted, Z was the first to fuck another girl, Third’s new one. She then took the tool and fucked X, X plugged Second’s new girl, she screwed Y and Y fucked Second’s little girl who plowed Z’s ass while I fucked her cunt. And so it went. All girls were happily engaged andwhen we men fucked a cunt or asshole there was often a sausage in the other hole. X, bless her nunly heart, had the two ends of a long sausage in cunt and ass. Y got a hand in and pumped her holes alternately. There was a pile of bodies o the floor and we had to sort them out to go to bed. We concluded the evening with another round of freshly stolen beer.

This can’t go on much longer. I must go back to warfare or warfare will come to me when I’m not watching.

In the meantime, I can say "roll over X, Y, or Z! I want your ass!"

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THE END

One daywhen I was feeling real horny (That's pretty much most the time) I noticed Elisa although plain in her looks and a bit of an odd ball in my book still wasn't too bad. She has brown hair slighty greying a bit she had a very motherly look to her. Anyway at the time I was wearing shorts and a tank top, I was sitting at my desk so you couldn't really see below my waste. So just before Elisa came in to clean my office I slid my shorts off. She came in and started cleaning the office I acted normal but the whole time she was in here I had my hand on my cock stroking it. It was a cheap thrill but it got me there. In the folliowng weeks I keep pushing the limits of my fun. I started wearing only my robe with nothing underneth and letting it fall open accidently at the right time. I knew Elisa had seen my cock and even seen glimps of me jacking it but she never said a word or complained. I wasn't sure if I was relieved she didn't seem to mind or worried I kept doing it despite my worriies.

As time pasted I felt she either liked the fact the I was having fun around her or she was so dumb or naive she didn't relieze what was going on, either way I got more comfortable and grew bolder in my kinky fun.

A few months ago my wife was away for a few weeks on business so I was feeling bored and horny. The day Elisa came to clean I timed it so I was in the shower while she did her work, I knew she always cleaned up stairs last so I timed my shower just as she was halfway done. She asked if she could clean the bedroom depite me being in the bathroom I said yeah it's cool. I told her I had to leave the door open just a bit to let out steam she said fine. I finshed showering just as she was vacuming so I took my time drying off hoping she'd catch a glimpes of my nude body and 7 inch rock hard dick..... she did I caught her catching a peek I just smilied, Elisa seemed embarressed and said she was sorry. I didn't try covering up but I did put the towel lousy around me. And walked out into the bedroom. Elisa was trying to gather up her cleaning stuff when I told her no need to rush. I told her it's normal for for men and woman to have feelings. She seemed nervous and started talking about how sex was the devils doing. I told her but without sex there'd never be any new life and that wouldn't be gods will. I told her I knew she was curious so I dropped my towel she gasped and started to leave the room, but I cut her off. I didn't want to hurt her so I just blocked the door and told her to listen to what I to say. She sat down but was saying this is wrong its not gods will. I turned it around on her and said If its not his will why would he let you be in my bedroom with me naked? I sat down next to her on the bed she was trying not to look at me. I put my arm around her and gentle kissed her neck she tried getting up to leave again but made her sit again. I told her if she really wanted to leave she wouldn't have been in the room while i was showering to begin with. I told her deep inside she wanted this to happen. I was standing in front of her now she'd seemed to be calming down. I told her to trust me, I wasn't going to hurt her she just sat there quietly. I reached down and lifted her shirt over her head, I then had her stand up so I could take her pants off. She didn't look too bad in just a bra and panties I told her to lay back in the bed I climbed in next to her I told her isn't this nice? she still seemed nervous but didn't seem to wanna flee. I started kissing her on the lips she was kissing me back some aswell. I worked my tongue in her mouth she was still tense but was becoming more willing it seemed. I started undoing her bra she resiteted me I told her to just let me do what I wanted. She said we shouldn't be doing thisI just went back to removing her bra. Her boobs where a saggy C cup, I took turns kissing and sucking each nipple they responded by becoming hard, I took Elisa's hand and guided it down to my cock I wraped her fingers around my shaft and told her to rub slowly. mean while I slide my hand into her panties she had a hairy pussy which didn't suprise me (I prefer shaved but at this time i didn't care) I could feel her pussy getting damp. I took her pantiies off so she was totally naked. I told Elisa to stop rubbing my cock and to move to the edge of the bed, nervously she did as I said I got on my knees in front of her I spread her legs open I slowly slide my finger into her moist pussy. I was suprised at how tight she was I guess sex wasn't really her thing but I hoped to change that. I continued fingering her she was getting wetter and moaning a bit. She kept saying this wrong we really need to stop, but I ignored her. I started licking her now wet pussy lips she asked me what I was doing, I told her just to lay back and enjoy it. I probed her pussy and clit with my tongue I could feel her body starting to shudder she let out a stiffed moan of pleasure. I stood up and told her since I pleasured her it was her turn, she looked scared. I told her to take hold of my cock I asked her if she ever sucked a guy off before? She nodded yes, She said it had been along time ago. I told her to start at the tip and slowy work down reluctanly she started working my dick. She gagged a few times and didn't realy seem to know just what to do I had my hand on the back of her head trying to guide her. I grew tired of her lack of blow job skills so pushed her back on the bed.

At this point Elisa seemed to just doing as I said hoping it would be over soon I paned on making a day of it though. I grabed my digital camera and told Elisa to rub her pussy and spread her pussy lips. I started taunting her by saying she liked me eating her pussy, and that she really liked being bad she started crying a little bit. I climbed back in bed with her I started fondling her pussy I kissed her nipples gentally I was sucking them like a baby wish turned me on more since she was about my moms age. I'd always had incest fantasies so I guess thats why it was a turn on. I could feel her pussy responding to my touch I asked elisa when was the last time she had sex? She seemed in a daze but blurted out sometime back in 20's, I told her thats along time. I was know on top of her my hard dick resting on top of her hairy pussy she usta known what was next cause without me telling her to she spread her legs. I reached down and felt her pussy wasn't wet enough so I reached into my wifes nightstand and grabed her lube, I squited some on my cock and slowly easied my dick in Elisa's warm pussy. Before i trusted it in her I looked her in the eyes, she was muttering the lords prey under her breathe I held her arms out straight and pined her down if you'd looked down on us from above I'm sure we looked like a flesh colored cross. I trusted my dick into her like nail her pussy engulfed my hard & inches of meat, I pulled back some and trusted down again. I told her she had a wonderful pussy I asked how can this be wrong? To my suprise as I'm fucking her pussy she starts quoting from the bible. Now I guess I'm a sicko cause the more she talked the hotter I got, just knowing I forcing someone like her into sex was a turn on. It was like fucking a nun. I kept pounding it into her and despite her unwillingness she was panting. I was building to a hugh Orgasim I was breathing hard my dick felt like it was in a pink heaven soon i couldn't take anymore and blew my load right in her pussy. I kissed Elisa on the mouth as I rolled off of her body. I told her I didn't know what made me do that, I did but being a prevert isn't a reason. Elisa told me she still thought i was a good person, because I had been gental with her and she suggested we prey..... which I went along with. I let her clean up and get dressed as did I she told me she forgave me and told me she's prey for my soul. I felt safe she wouldn't tell, but to cover my ass I reminded her I had pictures of her doing sexual things to herself. She told me it didn't matter and forgave me again. I gave her an extra $100 dollars for her pay she smiled and told me next week she was gonna bring some kinda religous book she wanted me to see. I was like whatever, I watched as she left and got into her car. I felt I could trust her but still worried.

I'll try to write more later this is a long story

I can't fight back - he weighs too much.  He pulls away from the kiss, smirking at me, and lifts my shirt.  I didn't wear a bra tonight and he squeezes my breasts roughly, making me squirm.  No, no, no, no!  He gathers my wrists in one hand and holds them against the table above my head, releasing his erection with his other.  He yanks at my shorts, getting frustrated.

"God damnit," he says, pulling at them.  I close my eyes again.  How did I get here?  "You little slut!  You thought you could tease me, damn you.  But now I'm going to fuck you wild."  I start to shake with terror.  Finally he manages to pull my shorts down, leaving only my underwear protecting me.  No, God no!  I'm only seventeen - how could this happen to me?  I've had sex before but I could stop that.  I can't stop this.

He pulls my underwear down and his fingers enter my cunt.  I want to yell for help but I can't find my voice.  This is really happening to me.   No!  Please, God, no!  He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his nine inch dick.  I start to finally scream but he covers my mouth with his free hand.  I try to free myself from his painful thrusts but can't.

His thrusts become increasingly rougher and I try to yell but his hand still covers my mouth.  Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  Why me?  I whimper as he continues fucking me.  Each thrusts pushes me harder against the picnic table and the edge cuts into my thigh, making blood run down the back of my legs.

Finally he stops and I pray it's over.  He releases my wrists and mouth and flips me over, smacking my ass.  "Oh, baby, when I'm done you'll be begging for more."  He rams his dick into my ass and I scream with pain.  His hand worms its way under my face and covers my mouth.  His other grabs my wrists again and holds them above my head.  He thrusts and thrusts and I keep screaming with pain but his hand muffles the sound.

God!  God!  No!  Please, God!  Finally he cums in my ass and pulls away.  The cum drips out of my ass and I start to cry.  I've really been raped.  How could this happen to me?  "Oh, baby, you are a hot little piece."  He flips me over again and smirks at me.  "How about I take you with me for a little more fun?"  I start crying harder and he pulls my shirt back down and pulls up my underwear and shorts. 

He slings me over his shoulders and I'm too weak to fight him.  God, God, God, God, God, God.  He walks over to his car and throws me in the backseat.  I see a little divider between the front seat and back seat and start sobbing.  He's a cop.  He locks the doors and starts driving.    

Cindy's clit was standing up about an inch and a half from her body. It was throbbing and Cindy could feel it bob in the air to her increasing beat of her heart. The younger  mans warm breath continues to send shivers up her body.