He shoved her further into the room and stepped inside, slamming the door behind him. Quickly locking it he turned back to her with a serious, concerned look on his face.

“Where’s Matt?” he asked.

“He’s not here. He left for work about twenty minutes ago. Why?”

“Shit.” He flipped the cell phone in his right hand open and pressed a number the put it to his ear. “He’s not here. I already missed him. He left twenty minutes ago. Yeah. Alright, they’re probably still in the air. If you don’t here anything from either of them in the next couple of hours, call it in. Marty, call me as soon as Matt gets there.”

Nels closed his phone and slipped it in his pants pocket. He put his hands on Jenny’s shoulders and stared into her brown eyes.

“Danny escaped last night.”

“Oh, God, no….”

“There’s another agent waiting for Matt at his office. I was hoping to catch both of you here. I had someone go there to wait just in case.”

“Do you think he’ll come looking for us?”

“We don’t know but I’m not taking any chances.” Nels reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone when it rang. He flipped it open and put it to his ear. “Yeah?”

“I just heard on the scanners, there’s an accident on the beltway. He might be stuck in it.”

“Damn it. Get someone out there now and get on the radio to the respondings. Let them know to look for him.”

“Already called them. They say they’re too busy with the vic’s to look for our boy.”

“Damn it, Artie, get someone out there. Now. This doesn’t feel right.”

“I’m on it, Nels.”

Nels clicked his phone closed and grabbed Jenny’s wrist.

“Come on, we have to go.”

“Where…?

“There’s been an accident on the beltway. Matt’s probably stuck in the backup. I’ve got to get to him.”

“Oh, God, Nels….”

“He’ll be fine, Jenny. He’s just sitting in car cussing the long wait.”

 

Nels pulled Jenny from the car and through the vehicles waiting in line behind the accident. When an officer in uniform headed in their direction to cut them off Nels pulled his ID wallet from his pocket and flipped it open. Holding it out for the officer to see, Nels kept moving through the motionless automobiles looking for Matt’s blue ’64 convertible. When he finally saw it his heart sank. It was empty. Where the hell is he, Nels wondered, his eyes raking over the other cars. When he spotted another uniformed officer he motioned the man over.

“Nelson Sheridan,” he said, introducing himself as he flashed his ID at the officer. “I need you to watch this young lady for me. She’s in protective custody. Her life is in imminent danger.”

“Yes, sir,” the young officer replied.

“Nels –”

“I’ve got to find Matt. I can’t do that and watch out for you too. Please stay here, Jenny.”

“Just find him,” she replied, fighting back the tears.

Nels nodded to her and moved away. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket as he hurried through the cars, his eyes searching for Matt’s familiar face or form. After flipping his cell phone open he pressed a number then put the phone to his ear.

“Turner, I need some help on the beltway.”

“I heard about the accident. Was Matt involved?”

“No. I found his car. It’s empty.”

“Shit! I’ll have a team there in ten minutes.”

When Nels flipped his phone closed he glanced around again as he put the phone back in his pocket. He saw a black and white police cruiser pulling away from the accident scene. It was only about twenty yards from him when it pulled away. The familiar profile of the young man sitting in the back seat gave him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He ran forward and grabbed an older officer by the arm. The man glared at him when he turned around. Nels flashed his ID again.

“That car,” he pointed at the cruiser heading away from the accident scene. “Where’s it going?”

“Damn’d if I know.” The officer turned his head to a group gathered around several crashed cars a few feet from them. “Hey, Rog, who’s got your car?”

“What?” another man called.

The officer pointed and the man he spoke to turned to look.

“Fuck!” he cried. “Report it!”

The officer Nels had spoke to grabbed his radio and spoke into it as Nels sprinted away from him. Nels’ cell phone appeared in his hand. He flipped it open and pressed a button.

“Turner, they got him. They’re in a black and white heading east off the beltway just past the accident site. I’m stuck behind it. You’ve got to get someone to him. Danny’ll kill him.”

Nels didn’t wait for an answer, he flipped the phone closed and ran back to Jenny.

“Thanks!” he called to the young officer and pulled Jenny away from the man.

“Where is he?” she demanded.

“Turner’s on it.”

She skidded to a stop. Nels turned to stare at her.

“Where is he, Nels?”

Nels heaved a sigh. “He was in the back of a cruiser, leaving the scene of the accident.”

“Oh, God. Was he hurt?”

“No, Jenny, he’s fine.”

She studied his face. “What?”

“It wasn’t cops in the cruiser with him,” he said softly, pulling her into his arms.

 

“So how much further is it anyway?” Matt asked anxiously.

“Not far now,” the detective driving replied.

Matt had started to wonder if these guys were for real. When they had told him that Danny Mitchellson had escaped, he’d panicked. Then they told him they already had Jenny in protective custody. Leave it to Nels, he thought. He’s always on top of everything. Matt had immediately agreed to go with them to where they had Jenny. He wasn’t about to leave her alone now. When the car turned off onto a dirt road, Matt started to panic again. Something just didn’t feel right.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“We had to get you guys out of sight,” the second detective said. He’d been riding silently in the passenger seat until now. “We couldn’t take any chances.”

Matt didn’t miss the glance that passed between the two men or the smiles he could see in the rearview mirror. Something was wrong. He quietly pulled out his cell phone and pressed the number six button to automatically dial Nels’ cell phone.

“So how much longer anyway?” Matt asked. “I’m getting a little anxious back here.”

“Not much longer,” the driver replied.

Matt nodded. “What did you guys say your names were again?”

“I’m Detective Thomas,” the driver answered.

“I’m Detective Carver,” the man in the passenger seat replied. “Why?”

“I just couldn’t remember. I wanted to be sure and mention you to my contacts in the agency. Make sure you get credit you know?”

“Thanks,” the driver said.

They exchanged glances again and Matt swallowed hard, trying to think what to do next. He knew once Danny had him, he was dead. He had to find a way to lead Nels to where ever Danny was hiding. Should he just hide his cell phone in the car, he wondered. What if they move the car? He was still trying to decide what to do when they slowed then stopped.

“Okay, kid. Time to change vehicles,” the driver said.

“Change cars?” Matt asked.

“Yeah. This cruiser is too easy to identify. We have an unmarked car here to take you the rest of the way. Come on.”

Matt quickly closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket as the two men got out of the front of the car. The driver stopped next to the rear door and pulled it open, letting Matt out. When he climbed from the police cruiser he saw a white panel van and nearly fell. It looked almost like the one Danny had used when he first kidnapped them all those years ago.

The driver put his hand on Matt’s left elbow and started to lead him forward. Suddenly, the other man was on Matt’s right and the two men pulled his arms behind his back and quickly cuffed his hands together. A gun was held to his left temple and he was shoved roughly forward.

“Let’s go, kid. Danny’s just dying to see you,” the driver said harshly.

Both men laughed as they shoved Matt forward toward the van. The side door slid open when they drew near and Matt was roughly shoved inside. He fell to his knees, his momentum knocking him forward onto his shoulders. The door slammed shut and he leaned back on his haunches, shaking his head to clear it. A hand closed around his neck, forcing him to lean backwards. When his head connected with the wall of the van a metal collar snapped closed around his throat. He looked up to see Danny staring down at him.

“Hey, boy. Long time, no see,” Danny said brightly then backhanded Matt with his right hand. “You fucking idiot!”

Danny reached down and undid Matt’s belt, jerking it free from the belt loops of Matt’s Dockers. He then undid the button and unzipped Matt’s pants. Reaching into Matt’s open pants he pulled the young man’s briefs down and grabbed his cock.

“I told you, boy, this is my cock. I don’t care if it is between your legs, it’s mine!”

Matt shook his head. “No! You can’t do this again!”

“Watch me, boy.”

Danny climbed from the back of the van and moved up front with the two men who’d helped him escape, leaving Matt alone in the back. Matt dropped his head to his chest and tried to control his breathing. At least Jenny’s safe, he told himself. God, what if somebody else got to her, he wondered. When he felt the van start to move he realized they were taking him somewhere else and he’d be alone in the back of the van for a while.

He shifted his position around until he was able to get his hands on the back of his pants. Then he lifted his ass off the floor of the van and pulled. Once the pocket was within reach of his hands he dug in it until he had his cell phone out. Fumbling with it he eventually managed to get it open. Taking deep breaths and carefully feeling over the phone he figured out which way it was laying on the floor then ran his fingers over the number pad, counting until he found the one he wanted and pressed it.

“Yeah?”

Matt almost lost it at the sound of the familiar voice.

“Nels, you have to get to Jenny. Danny’s loose.”

“Matt! Where the hell are you?”

“I don’t know, they took me down some dirt road. I’m locked up in the back of a white panel van. Nels, Jenny –”

“She’s with me, Matt. Christ, how…?”

“He didn’t know I had a cell phone with me. They didn’t search me and he hasn’t stripped me yet. Nels, tell me what to do to help you. I don’t know how much time I have.”

“Is the van moving?”

“Yeah. I can’t see though. I don’t know which direction. It was pointing back the way we came and it didn’t feel like they turned around.”

“Good, good. How far did they drive you? Do you have any idea where they took you?”

“I don’t know. They took exit twenty-seven off the beltway. We drove for around forty to forty-five minutes before they turned down the dirt road. We probably went another twenty minutes down it.”

“You got that?” Nels asked.

“Nels?” Matt inquired.

“I’ve got you on speaker. Keep going.”

“That’s it. That’s where they had the panel van. Danny was waiting in it.”

“How are you, Matt? Have they hurt you?”

“No. They cuffed my hands behind my back and he…” Matt glanced around at his surroundings in the darkness. “I’m hooked to a wall of the van.”

“They chained your hands?” Nels asked.

“No. It’s some kind of collar or something. I can’t see. There’s something around my neck that’s fastened to the wall. I can’t move.” Matt had to shift his position when he felt the van lurch. The cell phone started to slide but he managed to grab it before it slid away from him.

“I’m sorry, Matt. I was trying –”

“Nels, tell me what you need. What do I do?”

“You’re already doing it. What else can you tell me?”

“I think we just turned right. The van kind of lurched.”

“We’re looking at maps now, Matt. We’ll find you. I promise, son, I’ll find you.”

“Just keep Jenny safe. Don’t let him hurt her again.”

“I won’t let anyone get to her, I promise.”

“Nels!” Matt hissed loudly. “I think we’re stopping.”

“Shit. Matt, don’t turn the phone off this time.”

“He’ll see it.”

“Hide it somewhere. Shove it between the walls or something. Just don’t turn it off. We’ll use the signal to triangulate on.”

“Don’t say anything else,” Matt warned him.

Matt glanced around again and saw a small gap running along the wall behind him. He gently nudged the phone back until it fell into the gap. Staring down at it he was terrified that it was too visible. When the side door slid open he noticed a piece of torn carpeting hanging from the back wall. He grabbed it and pulled it down over the gap behind him, effectively hiding the cell phone.

Listening to Danny talk to the other men, he knew he was in trouble. Danny climbed into the van and knelt in front of him.

“Well, boy, you’ve caused me a hell of a lot of trouble. You know that?”

Matt remained silent and stared at the other man in defiance.

“Haven’t change a fucking bit have you, boy?” Danny asked.

“Go to hell,” Matt replied.

Danny reached down and grasped Matt’s right foot. Matt kicked out at him and they fell into a brief struggle. Danny ended up with Matt’s shoes for his efforts. He held them up and waved them at Matt.

“I guess I win that round, huh,” he taunted.

Matt stared at him with eyes full of hatred.

“You know you’re gonna loose, boy. You’re comin’ out of this fucking van buck naked,” Danny told him.

Matt remained silent.

“I’m really gonna enjoy this,” Danny said.

He gripped the legs of Matt’s pants and jerked hard. The material slipped part way down Matt’s hips, pulling him against the restraint that held him to the wall. Danny smiled at him.

“Hurt you neck?”

“Go to hell,” Matt replied, gritting his teeth.

Danny jerked Matt’s pants again and they slid down over his hips and legs, down to his knees.

“Unhh,” Matt groaned, the collar cutting into his neck.

Danny laughed and jerked again. The pants came off in his hands. The cool air from outside, blowing in through the open door instantly caused bumps to raise up on Matt’s exposed legs. There was another short wrestling match while Danny tugged Matt’s socks off. When he’d won again, Danny sat back on the floor of the van and stared at Matt, fury shining in his eyes.

“You’re not gonna win, boy. Give it up.”

“Go to hell, Mitchellson.”

“You’re still mine, Matt,” Danny said softly.

When he got no reaction Danny pointed to the old scar on Matt’s upper thigh. Matt grimaced and turned his eyes to stare out the door of the van.

“Maybe this time I’ll put one on your prick,” Danny said snidely.

“Fuck you!”

“Yeah, maybe you will.”

“Not in this lifetime,” Matt replied evenly.

Danny laughed. “We’ll see who fucks who.”

Danny motioned out the van door. The two men who had impersonated detectives to lure Matt into Danny’s clutches climbed into the back of the van. Thomas crawled behind Danny and positioned himself on Danny’s left as Carver positioned himself on Danny’s right. Each one reached out to grab one of Matt’s ankles and pin his feet to the floor. The spread his legs then put one hand on his knees while keeping one hand on his ankles, effective pinning his legs in place. Danny pulled a pocket knife from his pants pocket and flipped it open. He moved to kneel between Matt’s legs then slowly cut Matt’s briefs from him. Tossing the ruined material away, he reached out and tightly gripped Matt’s large prick in his hand.

“I keep telling you, boy. This is my cock. I only store it between your legs.” Danny laid his knife against the dick, the blade pushing lightly into the skin. “Maybe I should just cut it off and feed it to you.” He stared into Matt’s brown eyes. “Wanna suck your own dick, boy?”

Matt didn’t move, he barely breathed. He simply stared, unflinchingly, at the man tormenting him. Danny raked the blade of the knife up Matt’s cock then let go his meat and grabbed his shirt.

“Time to loose the rest of the clothes, boy.”

Danny ripped Matt’s shirt open then used his knife to cut it from Matt’s body. All three men stared at a bound and naked Matt. Carver finally gave a low whistle.

“You sure know how to pick ’em, boss.”

Danny laughed. “You haven’t changed much, boy. You still turn the horny bastards on.” Danny looked at Thomas then Carver. “He really hasn’t changed much. Just filled out a little, grown up some. He’s still just as pretty as he always was.”

“Damn,” Carver said softly. “I sure would like to have some of that.”

“Maybe you will, Billy,” Danny replied, turning his gaze to Matt. “Maybe you will.”

“Bring him and let’s go,” Danny nodded at Matt as he climbed from the van. “Vega should be here with my bitch by now.”

“Hello Mr. Worthington. My name’s Frank” said the largest man in a faintly Australian accent. He appeared to be about 6’4” tall and obviously worked out.  “And this is my partner Tom” pointing to his slightly shorter but equally muscular friend. “Your little Sheila here put up quite the fight but I think we’ve come to an understanding now.”

“You don’t know us but we see your wife around the club all the time. She knows she’s a knock-out and she acts like she owns the place; strutting around in her skimpy bathing suits all the time, bossing the staff around and generally being a bitch to everyone. Tom and I have worked there the last few months and have put up with her shit the whole time. Well, not any more. We’re leaving the area tomorrow and wanted this opportunity to put your stuck-up wife in her place. We’ve talked about this for weeks and even placed a few bets about what’s under those designer suits. We might even have a few other wagers in mind” he said ominously.

“We waited on you to come to because we wanted to make sure you got to watch. You might even learn a few things about your pretty bird.” Holding up a knife, Frank said: “don’t even think of yelling or trying to get away. We wouldn’t want to have to do anything rash now would we?”

They stood Kim up and Tom said: “Let’s start the competition. First, this nightgown has got to go.” The one called Frank used his knife to cut the straps and the gown slipped to the floor baring my wife’s trembling breasts and g-string. “My, my, my” said Tom, “those are beauties; they’re “D” cup right?” Kim was silent until Frank put his knife to her face. “Remember our deal Mrs. Worthington, do what we say and your pretty face stays that way.” Kim nodded meekly, the fight gone out of her. “That’s one for me” gloated Tom. “D” cups, no padding in those swimsuits!”

“Yeah, well that’s one for me too” said Frank. “See those tan lines? I knew there was no way she would bare those titties to the sun or anyone’s eyes. And I get another point for those huge nipples – I said they’d be bigger than a silver dollar.” I could see Kim’s embarrassment at these analytical comments about her body . . . she’d do more than blush later on.

“I suppose you’re right” said Tom, lightly circling each nipple with his finger until they became erect. “But I get another point because they’re pink, not brown.” Then, standing behind her he grabbed Kim’s tits in his hands and roughly massaged and squeezed them several times. “These feel firm but definitely natural, that’s another point for me. Plus, she’s wearing a g-string like I predicted so that’s 4 – 2 for me. Now on with the show, lose the undies.”

Again, Frank used his knife and the now-useless material joined the nighty on the floor. “Looks like we’re tied” crowed Frank. “She’s got a landing strip . . . and the carpet matches the drapes! A real blonde” he commented as he stroked the small patch of hair. “That’s 4 – 4.”

For a moment I naively thought we were going to get off easy with these two jerks and their juvenile betting game, but looking around the room I quickly realized that was not to be the case. Frank and Tom had been busy while I was out. The beam in the ceiling now had a large hook screwed into it and on the floor I noticed some strange looking harness. This was going to be a long night.

Once Kim was stripped nude and the preliminary bets were tallied Tom reached over and picked up the harness. “Step this way Mrs. Worthington” he commanded in a sing-song voice, and together Frank and Tom fastened several straps around my wife and then lifted her into the air to attach her to the hook. Looking like an x-rated, buxom Tinkerbell, Kim was now hanging face down horizontally about three feet off the ground – her breasts hanging free. With another warning about not screaming, the blindfold and gag were removed.

Stuffed in the corner, I could only watch in shock and amazement at what followed.

After running his hands over my wife’s body from head to toe; kneading her breasts, caressing her flat belly and nicely rounded ass, Frank said: “Let’s see how she likes a little tongue action.” By yanking on some straps attached to pulleys at various points on the S&M contraption, Kim’s legs were forced to bend underneath her body until she looked like a Christmas turkey trussed and ready for the oven. It also fully exposed her pussy to all in the room. “Very nice” murmured Frank. Then he kneeled behind Kim and started to lick her pussy. Kim tried to struggle at first but when Frank slapped her ass, the welts in the shape of his big hand reminded her of their bargain and she stopped. The only sounds were her breathing and the lapping of Frank’s tongue. I was never very good at oral sex and Kim didn’t seem to like it much anyway, but Frank was evidently quite accomplished. He expertly alternated plunging his tongue deep into Kim’s cunt, licking her labia, and flicking his tongue all around her now-engorged clitoris. Although unquestionably against her will, I could tell by Kim’s super erect nipples and quickening breathing that she was getting aroused. Kim squeezed her eyes shut and I could see her fighting her growing excitement but after about ten minutes of Frank’s undivided attention, Kim’s body shuddered uncontrollably and she let out a few moans as she experienced a major orgasm. Frank continued his relentless licking assault and a short time later Kim’s body betrayed her by rewarding him with two smaller climaxes.

“Dammit” said Tom. “I didn’t think there was any way you could get this ice princess off that quickly . . . and I sure as hell didn’t think you could make her cum multiple times! You’re killing me here. What’s that, 6 to 4 now?”

“’Fraid so. I guess she’s never had a real tongue-man before” said Frank grinning and winking at me as he stood up. “Now let’s see how she handles something a little harder!”  Kim was still recovering as Frank unbuttoned his jeans and let out the largest hard cock I had ever seen. This thing was porn star sized – at least 9” long and very thick. Frank raised the harness until his cock was even with Kim’s pussy and then he pushed just the head inside. From my vantage point in the corner I heard Kim let out a gasp.

At that point Tom moved to the front and said he would help out. He then reached down and grabbed both of Kim’s free-hanging tits in his hands and used them as handles to start rocking her back and forth on the hook. With each swing, Frank’s huge cock was pushed further inside Kim’s pussy and Tom got to fondle my wife’s spectacular breasts and pinch and pull her nipples. Luckily she was already wet from her previous orgasms because after a few tugs on her breasts, Tom had Kim moving far enough to bury Frank’s cock to the hilt with every swing. After about 50 of these “thrusts” Frank let out a groan as he shot his wad deep into my wife. I couldn’t believe it but Kim had another orgasm too. As he pulled out, Frank said: “I guess we’re at 6 – 5 now; I didn’t think there was any way she was going to take me all in. Now it’s your turn.”

As Tom unzipped his trousers he leaned down and whispered in Kim’s ear. “Remember our deal bitch. You get to keep your pretty face as long as you cooperate.” Then he pulled out his cock, which was nearly equal in size to Frank’s and put it near Kim’s mouth. “You know what to do. And see that you don’t spill a drop!” Resigned to her fate, Kim parted her lips and began to go down on Tom’s huge member as best she could.

Returning Tom’s earlier favor, Frank grabbed Kim’s ass and began to push her deeper onto Tom’s pulsating cock. Kim gagged at first but gradually began to take the whole prick in with each push from behind. Watching my wife being forced to give a blowjob to some huge stranger was oddly exciting. Even through my terror and anger I felt myself beginning to get a hard-on. After only a few minutes Tom blasted his load into Kim’s mouth . . . and she swallowed every bit. “Shit” said Frank, “now we’re tied again, 6 – 6. I didn’t figure there was any way the snooty bitch would swallow. Oh well, I guess nobody wins.” By that time my more modest 7-incher was at full attention.

As Tom pulled his softening dick from my wife’s mouth he looked over at me in the corner and let out a laugh. “Look, Mr. Worthington is sporting wood. What should we do about the poor man?” Frank replied: “I know just the thing. Let’s let hubby do something I’m sure he’s never done before. I know you’ll enjoy watching this” Frank said to Kim as he turned her on the hook until she was facing the mirror on the wall. Then, he walked over to my corner and lifted me to my feet. My hands and legs were still tied so Frank picked me up and stood me behind Kim. “Here” he said, “She normally walks around with a stick up her butt, let’s let her try out the real thing.” With that, Frank grabbed me by the waist and shoved my cock into my wife’s ass. Kim’s eyes opened wide and she let out a squeal as she stared helplessly in the mirror. Frank was right; I had never done this before! With Tom pushing the swing from the front and Frank guiding me from the back, they were literally fucking Kim up the ass with my dick! After only a couple dozen strokes I spurted all over the place but Tom kept the swing going as long as I was still hard. “Just want to make sure the little lady enjoys the whole experience” he sneered. Oddly enough, I felt Kim cum for the fifth time that night while my cock was being pumped in and out of her ass against my will.

After dumping me unceremoniously back in the corner, Frank and Tom had apparently recovered sufficiently to each have another go at Kim. If I could have detached myself from the situation it would have been strangely hypnotic watching these two well-endowed men powerfully fucking the woman in the swing. First one and then the other took their turn slamming their cocks home. With each thrust their balls would slap against her and my wife would swing forward in the harness with her tits rhythmically following, only to pendulously travel back to meet the next powerful ram. It was a mesmerizing show of sexual prowess that seemed to last an hour – and certainly exhausted Kim.

After their tag-team gang bang it was getting light outside and Frank and Tom started picking up their things from around the room – it looked like our ordeal (especially Kim’s) was finally over. As they finished cleaning up, Frank came over to me and said “We’re finished mate but I’m really not convinced your arrogant princess wife has learned proper respect for the hired help. If human nature holds true and your daily planner in the kitchen is correct I have no doubt the lesson will continue.” 

“What the hell does that mean?”  I wondered. Then Frank dragged me to the closet and checked to make sure I couldn’t move and that the gag was still firmly in place. “You be a good boy now” he said and closed the doors most of the way. I could just see out to the middle of the room where my wife was still hanging in the swing in her very vulnerable position. I watched Tom put the blindfold and gag back on Kim and he and Frank walked out of the room.

About an hour later there was a knock at the door. Surely we were about to be rescued! A couple minutes later I heard excited whispering voices in the bedroom just out of my sight. “Holy shit, look at Mrs. Worthington all tied up in that swing” exclaimed a young sounding voice, “should we, untie her?” 

“No fucking way! You read the sign on the door. It said ‘horny lady in bedroom needs attention.’ And she can’t see us anyway.”

“Yeah, but she’s all tied up and she can’t talk” said a third.

“Good, that means she can’t be a bossy bitch to us either! Besides, look at those tits and that pussy just begging for attention. We’ll never get a piece like that at school!” One of the guys moved into view and I recognized the neighborhood teenager who takes care of our lawn. He reached out and tentatively began rubbing Kim’s pussy. “Come on, you know you want to” he called out to his two friends.

Kim tried some feeble attempts to communicate and wriggle free but this only seemed to embolden the schoolboys to act on their testosterone-fueled desires.

One by one the boys gathered around Kim. It was mob mentality as they ignored their consciences and worked themselves into a fucking frenzy. As the first boy continued massaging Kim’s labia the other two got down on the floor and started stroking her tits and sucking her nipples. After the intense mauling her breasts had received during the night these new hands and mouths couldn’t have felt good. Nonetheless, from my view in the closet I could see her now-purple nipples harden once again. After only a few minutes the first boy quit rubbing and began thrusting his cock into Kim’s cunt. Unlike Frank and Tom before, it didn’t take long for him to get off. But as soon as he was finished the second boy took his place, and then the third. Being young they all recovered quickly and soon had another turn. One kid was apparently a budding sadist because with each stroke he would slap Kim on the ass until her cheeks were covered with his handprints. Another acted like my wife was some sort of amusement park ride – he mounted her by jumping up and holding onto the main strap, using his legs to wrap around her and get maximum penetration. Then his friends swung the two of them around the room like an out of control tetherball. It was horrific and somehow comical at the same time to see the two bodies zoom into view with each rotation, the kid yelling with pleasure and gyrating his cock into Kim. The bastard who mows our yard managed to get it up a third time and he very inventively pulled the hope chest over so he could lie underneath my wife. Then he squeezed her tits around his cock and swung her back and forth in the swing until he got off with an upside down titty fuck. Afterwards they told each other they would never get caught as long as they kept their mouths shut and they quietly snuck out of the room.

Tuesday evidently was a busy day for visitors at our house. I never realized we had so many callers during the day. Next, the pool cleaner stopped by, then an appliance repairman and finally some guy selling life insurance. After some initial apprehension by each, to a man they couldn’t resist the opportunity for a sure thing.

It was obvious that some had unpleasant memories of past calls. “Am – I – still – an –  in­ – com – pe – tent –  jerk –  Mrs. –  Wor – thing – ton?” commented the pool man in cadence with each thrust as he pounded his dick into her cunt. “I guess I’m smart enough to get this right aren’t I” said the appliance repairman. “Will you be calling my supervisor now” he whispered while slapping Kim’s swollen tits back and forth. The insurance salesman who called at 11:00 was as depraved as Frank and Tom; removing the gag, he forced Kim to suck him until he was hard then stuck his cock into her ass repeatedly until he shot his load.

After being fucked silly for nearly ten hours by eight different cocks in almost every conceivable fashion, the ordeal finally ended when a neighbor lady came in, shrieked in horror and called the police and an ambulance. Kim’s tits were practically black and blue from the intense man-handling and her pussy was so swollen she couldn’t sit for days but she eventually recovered.

Frank and Tom were never found and some of the other court cases will probably go on for years. But my wife is definitely nicer to people now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
He heard the door to a room slam, time for fun he called to no one.
She ran into her room and slammed the door, she wished she had had the lock fitted now but it was too late for regrets. Rushing to the phone on her bed she quickly dialed the number for the police, there was no dial tone. She screamed at the phone and tried again, nothing. Nikki looked for her mobile and remembered it was downstairs on charge. She cursed. She jumped as the door crashed in. There he stood the giant, a huge ugly grin spread across his face. Nikki looked for a weapon, anything to use against him. Scanning the room she saw the new wooden curtain pole she was planning on fixing up. Grabbing it and holding it as she had been taught in marital arts she waited for her attacker.
“Come on ya cunt!” she stood there naked, nipples hard with cold, the water from the bath replaced by her own sweat. She stood there ready to bash some brains in.
He came at her, his huge hands open and ready for her. She swung once, it was all he needed, his hand grabbed the wooden pole as his booted foot lashed at her naked thigh.  The pole disappeared from her grip at the same time her thigh went dead, she was pulled forward into the man.
He grabbed her by her hair, she yelped as she felt her hair pulled tight. His hand wrapped around her wrist twisting it, the pain flared up through her arm.  His face was close to hers now, his breath was sweet as if he had been sucking mints. He smiled at her again and she tried to headbutt him. More pain in her arm, anymore and it would break.

She found herself flying across the room towards her bed. Her head hit the wall and she lay there stunned, blood trickled from an open wound in her scalp. She lay there as she felt the weight of the skinhead upon her bed. He turned her around and she saw for the first time her attacker in his glory.
As she had lain there he had stripped off his shirt and undone his jeans. His huge body wasn’t just muscle it was well defined muscles, tattoos rippled across his upper torso, he even had a swastika in the Nazi style on his left arm. She then saw his huge cock, this guy was well defined and well proportioned. His cock wasn’t just long it was thick and hard. A piercing nestled around his glands.  Nikki’s eyes wide open tried to move away.
His hands grabbed her legs and forced them apart, his grip was like a vice around her thighs, she closed her eyes as he dipped his head and spat at her drying cunt. His hand rubbed his spittle around her clit and lips. She cringed as his fingers began to probe her.
He laughed as she tried to clench her muscles. A punch in her stomach took the wind from her and the strength from her. His fingers probed deep and hard. Although she was now getting wet, she knew it was just a response not a desire.
His hand left her cunt and trailed up her body a slimy slither of her juices trailed behind his fingers. His hand squeezed her tits hard together. She whimpered in pain as his rough hand caught her nipple piercings, he laughed.
Yanking her by the hair again he turned her onto her stomach. She tried to fight him raising her knee to his cock a punch in the face cooled her down.

She lay there face down her face buried in her pillow. She could feel his hands spreading her legs and again probing her cunt. Then she felt the finger around her ass, no she whimpered, no please. The fire spread through her, his finger thick and hard like a small cock rammed into her ass forcing her to moved further up the bed and deeper into the pillow. She screamed as his fingers fucked her. Tears rolled down her face, sweat covered her face, she began to cry silently.
The fucking of his fingers stopped. “Your ass is tight bitch” his voice grated “Your cunt is tight and smells juicy.”  She felt the head of his cock around her cunt, slipping over her wet lips she tried again to close her muscles making it harder for him to enter her.  His hand smacked the back of her head
“Fucking behave you whore or I will cut you!”
His cock slipped away from her cunt, she sighed in relief maybe as his weight was released from her body.
Suddenly he thrust into her. Not her cunt but her ass. She heard him grunt in pain, “Good “! She thought. Yet her pain was worse. She had been split in two by his cock. Her ass was ripped and she could feel a tell tale dampness. It was not juices.
“Oh yeah bitch!” he whispered, “I’m gonna cum in ya, I’m gonna cum over ya I think” his cock pushed deeper into her and she screamed loudly, her tears streaming down her cheeks.  She could feel his cock ready to spasm. Knew he was gonna fill her up.
It stopped. The pain subsided he had gone from her ass. She lay there her feeling empty.
She felt his hands again around her legs and body turning her over, she didn’t resist. It hurt to much.
She looked at him through teary eyes, his cock swollen and hard now had the blood dried look, her blood. His grin was disgusting, his hand slowly massaged his cock, keeping it hard. She saw the telltale sign of precum dribbling from the purple and red head. Then he came at her. Her legs were pushed to her chest, he didn’t bother to spread them apart he just forced into her cunt, her lips sliding inwards with his cock. She cried out, his piercing pushing against her g spot and then moving deeper into her, his hands encircled hers holding her down, his weight too much for her to bear. His thrusting hurting more and more, again she felt her juices slip from, she wondered if this was also her blood.
He closed his eyes, and she knew he was going to cum. “Did I take my pill?” she thought, a silly thought she knew but she didn’t want to be lumbered with a bastard child.
He stopped, he hadn’t cum, he was staring at her. He was still inside her, yet he hadn’t cum. He leant back and pulled his cock out taking her hand he pulled it to his huge, bloody cock, “Wank me bitch, let me see that cum shoot over you”

She tried to stop his hand but again he forced her hand this time his over hers as she held his cock. She wanted to rip the piercing out, rip it out and make him hurt.  The look in his eyes told her she would be dead if she tried. His hand forced her hard and fast to wank him, he moaned and she knew he was nearly done. She closed her eyes not wanting to see the result. A sharp pain in her chest made her oen them, his knife was pressed to her tit.
He stopped her from wanking him, yet still her hand was held to him. I forgot to do something, the knife slowly cut into the tit, her blood welled up, the pain numbed by older pain. Yet still it hurt. Slowly he carved a symbol into her flesh.  His hand started again, her hand held tight to him once, twice she wanted to stop, didn’t want his cum, he shifted forward, she realised too late his cum shot not on her tit but at her face. The hot sticky fluid sprayed into her eyes and mouth. He laughed as he kept her hand milking him.She closed her eyes, the sticky liquid already starting to drip and run down her face.

She opened her eyes. The bath water was still hot, the heat from the bath had made her sweat, slowly it had run down her face. She blinked, she had fallen asleep. Reaching for the towel she noticed the pamphlet on the side, “Join the BNP” it read “Let us come to you and make Britain white.,” She giggled something fucking made me white you bastards, she laughed. Her laughter stopped suddenly as someone began banging on her front door.

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"My little brother is a fagg, omg!"

"Please don't tell anyone, Henry."

"What you going to do for me so I don't tell?"

"Ill do your chores for a whole month."

Henry walked over to the door closed it and turned the lock.

"No, I don't think that will cut it, I'm going to need a bit more."

"What else do you want?"

"Your going to be my slave and do what ever I want you to do and if you don't do what I say I'll tell everyone your little secret."

"Ok, whats the first thing you want me to do?"

He unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor and then took off his boxers and said "your going to suck my cock, you fagg!"

To be continued.....

The cop was finally satisfied and told me that he had intended to kill me at first but would let me live if I promised never to reveal his description to the police. He then told me he was not a real cop, but had bought the uniform at a costume shop miles from my hometown. I was partially mad at him for raping me but also thankful he had been so gentle and besides, he was quite a man to have my first sex with.He was nothing like those clumsy high school boys that had talked me into oral sex.

The cop apologized for cutting my clothes off and leaving me with nothing to wear home. He told me to get in his car when he backed it out of the old barn and he would take me home. Again, I opened the rear door and climbed in, The vinyl seat cold and hard on my bare ass. As we drove towards my home, I ducked down to avoid a couple of neighbors seeing me naked in a police car. As we drove through the woods towards my house, I asked him to let me out and walk. I really wasnt up to having him taking me into my house and having more sex. I was tender enough from the all night session. He let me out and I started walking towards the house. As I made the last turn in the road, I slowly peeked out from behind a tree to see that no one had come to the house and might still be waiting.

As I walked in my front door, I felt absolutely worn out and fucked out. I debated whether or not to call the police and report the rape. I finally decided to honor my promise to the pretend cop and keep this to myself to avoid having the whole town talking about me. I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as I could possibly stand it and just stood, letting the water pour over my body. Letting my mind wander back over the night's events, I realized that I was now a complete woman......

   She was wearing a white blouse, with extra-short jeans that comes right up to her ass. She was showing a lot of cleavage, and her shirt was crumpled upward, showing her mid section. I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts and her smooth skin. I slowly aproached her, afraid of waking her up. My cock had already started to rise.

   "Rachel...?" I said softly, making sure that she was asleep. Then when I was right up to her, I gently slapped her face, seeing if she would wake up. "Rachel." I repeated.

   She didn't respond. I could see bags under eyes, and knew that she had stayed up late yesterday studying. Then my eyes fell on her breasts. I don't know if she intended to do this, but several buttons were unbuttoned. Too many were unbuttoned. Bottom 2, and the top 3 were unbuttoned. I could see all of her cleavage, and just a little bit of her white lace bra. This made my cock shoot forward, and I had to adjust my cock so that it wouldn't hurt.

   Slowly, without knowing what i was doing, I started to reach for the 4th button. I slowly started to unbutton it. She didn't move. With the 4th one unbuttoned, i went on to the 5th. And so on until i had her blouse open. I knew that she had firm breasts, but was astonished to see her breasts. It seemed as if the breasts was pushing the bra so much that it might pop. "She's a C-cup" I thought.

   I started to rub her stomach to see if she responded. She didn't move. I slowly moved my hand downward toward her shorts. It was one of those shorts that went up all the way up to the ass. I slowly started to take off her shorts. I carefully unzipped her shorts, and started to pull them down. To my surprised, She was wearing white thongs to match her white lace bra.

   Then I slowly started to lift her up to take off her bra. When I started to life her, she moved in her sleep. I froze, the blood in my body were ice cold. But she didn't wake up. I slowly set her down, and got a scissor from her desk. I cut the bra straps, and removed the front part of her bra. I laid my eyes on her mounds. I couldn't resist.

   I slowly started to touch them. They were so round and firm. They were perfect. I played with her nipples gently, and seeing that she didn't react, put one of her breasts in my mouth. I bit down on her nipple gently, and she moaned. Her nipples started to get erect. Slowly, I moved the scissor to her thongs, and also removed her thongs.

   My 9 inch cock was almost to its full length. I wanted to fuck her right there, but I knew i had to wait. Slowly, I once again started to get her up. This time, she didn't stir in her sleep. I put her in my arms, and moved to her bedroom. There, I tied her up with some ropes I found in the attic, and tied the end of the ropes to the legs of her bed. I took some pictures of her, so that i could blackmail her.

   On the kitchen shelf, I found a sleeping pill. How fortunate, I thought. I grabbed 2 pills, and put them in orange juice. Right on que, the door bell rang, and I got it.

   "Hi, Diana." I said with an innocent smile.

   "Hey Peter" she replied.

   "Your sis just went to the liquor store to get some chips. She'll be right back. Want some orange juice?"

   "Yeah. It's so hot outside."

   I gave her the drugged juice. She drank it down whole. And she slowly sat down, and said "I'm sleepy... I think i'm gonna sleep for a while..."

   When she fell asleep, I wasted no time in removing her cloths. She was just a bit shorter than Rachel, about B-Cup breasts, and nice ass. She looked like Rachel, but lacked the sexiness that Rachel has. I also tied Diana on the bed next to Rachel. Now the real fun begins.

   They both slowly woke up. And when they saw that they were naked, they tried to move. They started to get a hold of there surroundings, and spotted me, standing next to the bed.

   "What are you doing!?" shouted Rachel.

   "That's not a way to talk to your master, is it?" I said, with a evil smile.

   "WHAT? Let me go! What are you trying to do!?" shouted Diana, and trying to get herself free.

   "Oh? I'm trying to make you my sex slave." I slowly approached Diana. "Since you seem so enthusiastic, let's start with you." With that, I abruptly gave her a kiss. I opened her mouth with my tongue and started to kiss her passionately. She didn't react at first, but slowly started to kiss back. I moved slowly down and touched her breasts. She tried to fight it, but she wasn't able to free herself from the rope. I put one in my mouth, and played around with it until it became erect. With a free hand, I slowly started to touch her pussy. She closed her legs tightly.

   "Open your legs, slave" I said. But she resisted. With that, I turned her over, and her legs and arms crossed. Her bare ass was visible to me, and I put her on all fours. "FOr that, you will receive a punishment." I started to slap her butt as hard as I could. She cried out, and started to cry. I kept hitting her tight ass. And soon, she stopped her wailing. She started to moan at each hit. Then, I slowly started to hit around her pussy, teasing her. She moved her ass trying to get the hand on her pussy. I knew I had made her my sex slave. "Will you obey?"

   "... Yes... Master" She said... while blushing.

I put her on her back, and opened her legs, And i got out my 9 inch throbbing cock. She stared in horror. "No... that's too big!" She cried.

   "You haven't even had sex yet... you don't know what's big" I said. And slowly, I moved my cock in to her wet pussy. She started to scream in pain, as I broke her hymen. And I gently started to fuck her. She soon started to moan in pleasure as I fucked her deeper and deeper. As I was fucking her, I gave her a passionate kiss, and this time, she kissed back more eagerly. "Your pussy is so tight!" I cried. Her pussy was squeezing my cock. Blood started to run down my cock, due to the hymen breaking. I fucked her harder and harder, and her moan got louder.

   "I'm gonna cum, Master." She said.

   "cum when you want to salve." I kept fucking her. and She came right then. Her juice flowed down my cock, but I kept fucking her. Faster and Faster, And finally, I coudln't take it any more. With a loud moan, I came in her pussy. About 4 loads of it. She moaned loudly and came again.

   I smiled, 1 done, 1 left to go. I looked at Rachel with my lustful eyes...

Part 2 coming soon..

“What the hell –” Nick tried to take a step toward the retreating figure but stumbled to his knees. “Oh, God, no,” he moaned.

He watched helplessly as his assailant hurried back to close and lock the door. Then the figured turned and moved back toward him.

“What the hell did you just give me?” he demanded.

The small figure bent over him and slid a blindfold in place over his eyes before he collapsed to the floor. He tried to reach out and grab her but his hands wouldn’t obey. His limbs felt like lead and he felt a tremendous need to sleep.

“Christ,” he whispered. “Look, I don’t do drugs. What the hell did you just give me?”

He felt his arms being pulled behind him and something soft binding them together.

“At least tell me who you are.”

Sounds like furniture being drug around the carpeted floor floated to his ears. He started to feel panicked as he remembered his last encounter with someone from this little group. What the hell was this one up to? he wondered. Had she brought her own torture devices with her? Was that what was on the cart she had brought in instead of the food he’d ordered?

“What are you doing?”

The fact that she refused to speak to him unnerved him more than anything else she was doing. If he couldn’t get her to communicate… He felt her hands at his waist, undoing his belt. She unfastened his pants then pulled his shirt out from where he’d tucked it in. Slowly, she unbuttoned the buttons down the front of his shirt and pushed it open, her hands sliding gently over his bare chest. Her movement stopped when she felt the welts that still ran across his right side. He felt her lean close as her fingers gently traced the longest welt running from his armpit to his hip.

“Bitch!” she whispered vehemently. “She promised!”

He was surprised when he felt her lips on his, a gentle pressure, more loving than demanding. Her hands softly caressed his face as she kissed him. When she finally pulled away from his lips her hands stayed on his face and she still leaned close.

“I’m sorry, Nick. She wasn’t supposed to hurt you,” she whispered softly then pulled away from him.

“Who are you?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“You can call me Lady Tara,” she replied in a whisper as she removed his shoes and socks.

She slowly crawled up his legs and grabbed his open pants, pulling them down over his hips. Slowly, she worked his pants and briefs down his legs until she pulled them completely off of him. She tossed them away and moved to kneel next to his chest. She put her hands under his shoulders and lifted.

“Sit up,” she whispered.

“Sorry, but my muscles just don’t seem to be working very well.”

She managed to lift him into a sitting position and slid behind him so that he was reclining against her.

“You should be recovering control,” she whispered in his ear. “I didn’t give you very much.”

“What did you give me?”

“Something to make you compliant without hurting you – or me,” she replied in a whisper.

“Can’t you talk above a whisper?” he finally asked, annoyed at her.

“No. At least not yet.”

“Why?”

“Can you move your legs now?” she asked, ignoring his question.

He tried and found he could move a little but his limbs felt sluggish.

“Yeah,” he finally said.

“Good. There’s a chair directly behind us. I need you to get on it.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be difficult, Nick.”

“Why should I cooperate with you?” he asked stubbornly.

She reached around his broad chest and grasped his left nipple between her forefinger and thumb and squeezed.

“Ow! Shit!” he growled as he struggled to pull away from her.

“Get on the chair,” she whispered harshly.

“Alright,” he panted when she released her hold on his nipple.

She helped him to his feet and then helped him maneuver onto the chair. He was still weak from the drug she had given him and the task of moving onto the chair had caused him to break a sweat. He was breathing heavily when he slumped onto the chair. She straddled him and sat on his lap, letting her hands wandered over his chest.

“Just rest a minute,” she whispered.

“What the hell did you give me?”

“Don’t worry, Nick. It isn’t addictive and it’ll be completely out of you system in a few more minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed him again. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Water would be good,” he admitted as he nodded.

“Don’t try to move or you might hurt yourself,” she warned in a sharp whisper. Then she was gone.

Nick let his head fall back as he tried to relax and control his breathing. His head jerked forward when he felt her touch his leg. She sat on his lap again as she slipped a hand behind his head.

“Here you go,” she whispered.

He felt a glass touch his lips and he opened his mouth. She carefully tilted the glass forward and spilled a tiny bit of the cool liquid into his mouth. He swallowed and she gave him more. When he made a noise she pulled the glass away.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He felt her move and wondered where she was. Just as suddenly as she had disappeared he felt her hands on his bare legs. She slipped something soft around his right ankle and then he felt the same thing go around his left ankle. He heard a clink and felt his left foot pulled against the leg of the chair. Another clink and his right foot was pulled against the other leg of the chair. Then he felt her hands on his arms, releasing his bonds.

“What are you doing?” he asked nervously.

When his arms were free she pulled his shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms. When the garment was gone he tried to turn on the chair but her hands were on his wrists almost instantly.

“Don’t fight me, Nick. Please?”

He didn’t move for an instant then finally asked quietly, “Is this it? Is it over after this?”

“Yes. I’m you’re last.”

He resisted for another moment then relented and put his back against the chair, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Fine. Just get it over with then.”

“I’m sorry, Nick,” she whispered.

He felt her grasp his wrists and pull his arms behind the chair. Then he thought he heard a soft sob and his arms fell free, hanging limply by his sides again. He listened attentively, trying to discern where she was and what she might be doing. He couldn’t hear any movement or sound.

“Hello?” he finally said softly, nervously, thinking she may have fled.

He heard a soft giggle then felt her hand on his head.

“I’m still here,” she whispered. Her hands were laid lightly on his bare shoulders. They softly caressed his neck and shoulders, sometimes sliding down his chest or into his hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this and now…now I don’t know if I can go through with it.”

“What?” He was confused. How long had they been watching him anyway?

He heard and felt her moving.

“How long,” he paused to swallow hard, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the answer to this question. “How long have you and your friends been watching me anyway?”

His only answer was her long, slender fingers gently caressing his prick.

“I guess you decided you could go through with it after all.”

She sat across his lap and pressed her lips against his in one move, her hand never leaving his cock. Her free hand curled around the back of his head as she crushed his lips with her demanding pressure. His lips slid open and her tongue snaked into his mouth. Her right hand moved down to his chest and played along the expanse to his abdomen as her left hand continued to massage his prick and balls. Her lips never left his.

“Uhhh,” he moaned into her mouth when she squeezed his balls then pulled gently as she worked her hand up his stiffening rod.

She finally broke their kiss and pulled his head to her chest, pressing his face into her tits. Her hand ran through his hair as she moaned his name. The sound of her voice slowly broke through the haze in his brain and he realized there was something familiar about her voice.

“I’m sorry, Nick. This is all my fault.”

“What? What’s your fault?” he whispered, nuzzling her tits before returning to sucking them.

“This, everything. Everything they’ve done to you. When all this came up I nominated you. I gave them your picture, your name, everything.” She sobbed as she held him to her. “I’m sorry.”

He tried to pull back, pull away from her, but she clung to him. When he managed to pull away and hold her out from him she dropped her head down to rest against his chest.

“Why?” he asked softly. Then suddenly a thought struck him. “Do I know you?”

“Yes, Nick, you know me.”

She released her hold on his semi-erect dick and slid both hands up his face, pushing the blindfold up as she went. His eyes were closed when she first removed the blindfold. She held her breath as she waited for him to open those lovely green eyes she was so afraid would be filled with hate. His eyelids slowly raised and he stared into her brown eyes. The room was silent except for their labored breathing.

“Tarin?” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.” Her whisper was so soft he almost didn’t hear her even though she sat on his lap.

“Why?”

Her left hand lay limply on her leg between them, her right hand softly caressed his cheek.

“Because I’ve wanted you ever since I can remember but you never seemed to even notice I was in the room. I was out of ideas for getting your attention. I knew – know – I’ll never really have you but I thought maybe, just for once at least…”

“Tarin, you had my attention. I just didn’t think you wanted it. I thought you and Josh…I didn’t want to…”

He watched as she shook her head, tears sliding down her face.

“Josh is like a brother to me. But you…I’m sorry, Nick. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

When she started to move, to get off of his lap, he grabbed her arms and pulled her back. He pulled her close against his chest and held her tightly.

“Tarin, you have to finish what you started.”

“What?”

“You can’t just leave me like this.”

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, trying to pull away from him.

He let her pull far enough away for the two of them to look pointedly at his groin. His prick stood at attention, clearly showing his mood. Her eyes flew to his face.

“I need you, Tarin. I want you.”

She fell forward against his chest, pressing her lips against his. His hands lifted her up and placed her over his throbbing erection. She wriggled down until she was nestled tightly against him, burying his rod deep inside her. His hands slid up her body to squeeze and tease her tits. She gently bit his lower lip when he squeezed her nipples. They both lunged over the edge and screamed into orgasm together. He shot his hot load into her then she collapsed against him as he held her tight, they were both breathing hard.

When she had recovered she sat up and stared down at him. His green eyes took in her long, tawny hair and perfect white breasts. Her hands played in his dark hair as his hands found their way to her tits.

“I’m sorry for what happened, Nick. I love you and I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“God, Tarin,” he whispered hoarsely, pulling her to him. “I didn’t know I could love someone so much.”

I decided to stalk her since no one was around at the time. Eventually, she entered the girls' toilet and a plan sprang to mind. I MUST MAKE HER MINE!

Few minutes later, I've heard the flushing sound from the toilet she was in, I quickly barged when she opened the door and shoved Ruth back inside. I quickly locked the door and covered her mouth before she could say a word.

“Shut up. One word from you and I'll kick the living hell out of you.”

Ruth nodded and I groped her breast. She gasped.

“Not a word.”

She nodded again. I smiled and ripped off her uniform, revealing her medium sized breasts cupped by a gorgeous pair of pink bra. She started to sob with my hand still covered her mouth.

“You will feel better, honey.”

With that, I removed my hand and kissed her deeply. My tongue made its way inside her mouth, touching everything inside.Ruth wrapped her arms around me and licked my tongue in return. We pulled away with our saliva still hanging from our mouth.

“You like it?”

She nodded sheepishly. “Yes, I do. I've never felt so good before. But who are you?”

“My name doesn't matter but things will be better.”

Then, she removed her ripped shirt took off her skirt. Now, she was only covered in her pink lingerie. I took a closer look at her.

“You're beautiful. I want you even more now.”

Ruth nodded and sat down at the covered toilet, spreading her legs wide. I could see her crotch damped with her precum. I positioned my face between her legs and savoured the smell of her womanhood.

“Smells nice. How about the look?”

Then, I slowly removed her soaked panties and took a moment at the sight of her hairy pussy. It was soaking wet with her love juice and my dick grew bigger inside my pants. Noticing this, Ruth smiled mischievously and undid my pants and my member sprang out, almost hitting Ruth in the face. She looked at it in awe and stroked it gently.

“It's so big. This could be 7 inches long!”

“It can get bigger than this, Ruth. Try giving it a head.”

Ruth smiled. “You don't have to tell me that!”

Without further ado, Ruth took my member deep into her mouth. And to my surprise, I could feel the head of my cock touched her throat. I reveled in that sensation and pushed it even deeper.

“Hot damn. Is this really your first time?”

She was too busy sucking my manhood and all I could heard was a mumble saying 'yes'.

........

The blowjob went on for only 5 minutes but Ruth's technique was so good that every second is a torture as I held back from cumming as long as possible.

“Oh, god. I'm gonna come. I'm finally gonna..!!!”

Without delay, I shot massive load of cum inside her mouth and Ruth tried hard to drink it all. But the load was too much and it spilled out on to the floor. She tried to lick it off the floor but I stopped her.

“That's enough, Ruth.”

“But...”

“It's alright.”

I have her sat on the toilet, spread her legs and licked her womanhood. She moaned in estacy and wrapped her legs around me.

“Ohh...god...that feels good...lick me more...please...”

I thrusted my tongue deeper, touching her clitoris. She moaned louder.

“Shh. Be quiet. Someone will hear you.”

“That's because you...ohhh....ahhhh....”

Ruth toned down her moaning but her voice still erotic as before. I spread her pussy lips even further. I looked at her love hole. To me, it was the most gorgeous thing I've seen.

“It's so pink. It's...beautiful. I'm beyond words to say it...”

“Oh, don't...embarass me that way...”

With that, even more love juice gushed out. I smiled.

“See? Even your love hole here knows it is beautiful. Here, let me clean it up.”

I licked her pussy and kissed around the hole, at the same time stimulating the clitoris as well. I then moved my hands up toward her tits and removed her bra. Then, I fondled it and pinched her nipples hard. The added stimulation caused her to moan even louder but she instantly toned down her voice.

“Ah..ah..ah...oh god...you're so good. Dammit...I love you...but I need...ooohh...more...”

“You have to ask for it, honey.”

“Please, your massive cock....I need it inside....”

I stood up and Ruth amazed at the size of my dick. It was now well 10 inches long.

“God...will it fit..?”

I smiled amd kissed her. “It will. Trust me. Here goes.”

With that, I put in my massive tool inside Ruth's pussy. It was painfully slow because I don't want to hurt her and someone might hear her screaming. I looked at her when the head of my cock inside her. Ruth was closing her eyes, bearing the pain with all she had.

“Ruth...”

Ruth opened an eye. Tears ran down her cheek as she smiled. “I'm okay. Please go all the way.”

I nodded and pushed in a few more inches. Then I felt a barrier that was her maidenhead. My tool easily went past it and virgin blood dripped from her pussy. I pushed on and eventually, her pussy has completely engulfed my dick. I stopped.

“Ruth, look. I'm inside you now.”

She opened her eyes and looked at where our sexual organs met. “God...it does fit...”

“Yes it is. Now I'm doing it for real. Here goes, baby.”

With that, I pulled out up until the head and pushed down in one long, hard stroke. Ruth screamed but managed to cover her mouth. Then, I took her drenched panties and have her bite it between her teeth to prevent her from screaming. Knowing that everything was in place, I fucked her in earnest. In and out. Out and in. Her pussy was so tight and Ruth used her muscles inside her to clench my hot rod. For ten minutes, I fucked her like there's no tomorrow as she screamed in delight only to be muffled by her own panties. Finally, I couldn't hold on but I'm not sure where to paste all my load.

“Shit! Ruth! I'm gonna cum! Tell me where should I do it!”

I then pulled the panties from her mouth.

“INSIDE ME! LOAD ALL YOUR SPERM INSIDE ME!” she yelled. I nodded and with one last thrust, I shot my wad inside her hot, tight pussy. Right now, I didn't care about her being pregnant or anything else. I just want to make her mine so that I can fuck her whenever I want, all the time.

Breathing heavily, I pulled out my cock from Ruth's pussy. It was over flow with white my hot cum. Her sweating body made her look even more erotic. Ruth opened her eyes, smiling. Her moral as prefect has now corrupted.

“Dammit...I never thought having sex is so good...”

“Haha. Yeah. Let's do it again, okay?”

Ruth nodded in excitement.

“For sure! Since I'll probably get pregnant with a baby of some guy I don't even know his name.”

I fell silent. “Uh...about that pregnant part...”

Suffice to say, we had a lot more session in the toilet and occasionally her house where we get to make love all over the place. Ruth eventually got pregnant with my kid and I married her out of responsibility. Well, and out of my desire too. Finally, she is mine...

Joe Started To Pull Down His Pants, And Out Popped His Already-Hard Cock. Felisa Bit Her Lip, As Joe Got On Top Of Her. Suddenly, A Burst Of Pain As Joe Rammed His Fat Cock Into Felisa's Virgin Hole. Felisa Moaned As A Small Bit Of Blood Drained From Her Pussy Due To Her Cherry Being Popped. Joe Then Started Ramming Her Again, This Time Not Stopping. Finally, After 2 Minutes Joe Shot What Seemed Like A Gallon Of Cum Into Felisa. Felisa Actually Started To Grin.

"Ahh, I See We Have A Slut In The Family. Now, Let's See What Happens When The Family Gets In On The Action..."

And that’s how we got there. Me cowering on the floor, once again as I steeled myself for another beating. I went inside my head to my ‘safe space’, where I could pretend nothing was wrong and everything was all ok. I waited for a while, then cautiously came back to the real world. He was crashed out on the sofa, staring at the telly. I stood up and walked over to him. He kicked out at me lazily, but I knew he couldn’t be bothered properly. I looked down at him and perched myself on the arm of the settee.

‘Why are we fighting all the time? There’s no point. We were happy once. Why can’t we get back to that again. Come on baby. I miss the old you. All you do is work, lie around and have a go at me.’

‘Well if you weren’t so fucking useless, I wouldn’t have to have a go at you would I?’ He didn’t even look away from the telly. That pissed me off. Reaching down, I grabbed his face and turned it to face me. He stared at me for a minute, before grabbing my hair and yanking my head down close to his.

‘Touch me again, and I’ll kill you. Got it?’ I fought to keep my balance, and lost, toppling on top of him. Quick as a flash, he twisted my arm and yanked it up behind me. I winced but stayed quiet. I knew better than to shout out. He pulled my arm tighter, shifting me round so I was lying in front of him. I lay still, keeping my breathing shallow so I didn’t piss him off. He glanced up at the clock and shoved me off the sofa. I lay there for a minute before sorting myself out and sitting up.

‘Shop’s going to be shut soon.’

‘Point being?’

He sighed. ‘My point is, we need some stuff. So fuck off and get it before you get what you really deserve.’

Pulling my jacket on, I zipped it up, yanked my hat on and flounced out the door. Just as I slammed it shut, I realised I needed him with me. I wasn’t going to walk through the subway bit on my own. I didn’t even like doing it on my own, never mind this late at night. Well fuck him. I’d walk across the green, down by the road. Serve him right if I got run over. Maybe then he’d actually be nice to me. I sighed, pulled my hat down even further and set off. It was only a 10 minute walk to the shop (not including trying to cross the road), but I still got nervous. We lived on a rough estate and you never knew who was waiting round the corner to stab you. I gingerly made my way across the green, taking care to avoid anywhere that the mud puddles looked deep. It was all the boy racers fault, pulling donuts on it, chewing up the grass, turning it into a swamp.

‘Fucking twats, the lot of them. Wish they’d all just fuck off and die,’ I muttered to myself about men in general. Coming down the other side of the green to the road, I stood at the side, shielding my eyes from the glare of the car headlights, waiting for a clear space to cross. I ignored a van pulling up- after all on the estate, you couldn’t be too nosy. That’s when bad things happened, when you knew something you weren’t meant to. Best just to leave well alone. Only, I couldn’t see the road properly now. I stepped out in front of the van to get a better view, just as the driver revved the engine and moved forwards. I jumped back, screaming abuse after him as he drove away.

‘Fucking men. You’re all cunts, the whole lot of you. Trying to fucking run me over! What the fuck are you playing at you twats!?’

The van squealed to a halt and started to reverse. I panicked. Darting forwards, I tried to find a gap in the traffic to dodge through. The van was still reversing towards me, speeding up. Shutting my eyes, standing there, clenching my fists, bracing myself for the impact, one clear thought came to me.

‘I’m going to die. This is it, my life is over.’

The van slammed the anchors on and I heard the tyres squealing along with the sound of a back door being thrown open. I opened my eyes and saw 5 men standing there. I recognised one of them as being the barman in our local, another being his brother. The other 3, I didn’t have a clue who they were. I sagged with relief and sat down on the kerb.

‘Jon. You’re a cunt. I should have known it would be you. What the fuck were you playing out, driving at me like that?’

He glared at me ‘What the fuck were you doing standing in the middle of the road. I had right of way you stupid bitch.’

‘You’d stopped. Totally. I thought I’d be okay to go. Live with it.’ With that, I turned round and carried on watching the traffic, waiting for a gap. This was getting ridiculous. At this rate, I would never get to the shop! I was contemplating turning round, going home and telling Mike that they’d shut up early, when I felt hands round my waist. I turned round and saw Jon looming over me, pulling me to him.

‘What the fuck are you doing? Let me go you freak!’

He pulled me closer and started dragging me towards the van. I struggled against him, kicking out. I swung my leg back to kick him again and someone grabbed it. I twisted round and saw Grant holding onto it tightly before reaching down to grab the other one. I lashed out and caught him in the face. Bringing his hand up to his lip, he pulled it away and saw blood. Leaning over me, he spat blood in my face. I turned my head to the side, coughing as some of it went down my throat. I looked at the cars driving past, wondering why none of them were stopping to help or phoning for the police at the very least. Until I remembered- the police never bothered coming to anyone on our estate, and you kept your nose out of other peoples business, no matter what was going on.

I kicked out even more, twisting and turning to get away, but it was no good, between the two of them, they quickly bundled me into the van, slamming the doors behind them as they climbed in. I lay on the floor, winded after being thrown in. as I got my breath back, I pulled myself up, taking in the surroundings. I was in a Transit van with 5 mental blokes, and no heavy objects within easy reach to defend myself with. I felt around behind me, seeing if I’d missed anything, all the time keeping my eye on Jon and Grant. I suddenly felt something come round my neck from behind me. I grabbed it and squealed slightly as it dug into my flesh. I looked up to see one of the men from the front of the van looping more rope round my neck. As I fought to loosen it off he kept pulling tighter and tighter. My head span, my vision went blurry then black as I faded into darkness.

I woke up some time later, and tried to sit up. I was lying on my side, my arms tied behind me, my legs tied at the ankles. I tried talking before realising that my mouth was filled with what felt like a ball gag- I could feel the buckle digging into my head. I rolled over to a wall, and using it as a support, I sat up, taking stock of where I was. It was a fairly large room, with a few odds and sods, nothing that really caught my attention as being useful though. Could hardly see in the semi-darkness though. The tiny little window hardly let in any light at all and it was getting dark outside. Off the weak light from the window, I was something glinting. Shuffling over on my ass, I went to inspect it. It wasn’t anything I could identify, but if was sharp. Scooting around so my back was to it, I tried something I’ve only ever seen in movies- rubbing my bonds up and down it in the hope that they would get cut. Half an hour later, I had to accept that it only worked in the movies, not in real life. Either that or I was doing it wrong. I heard to door squeak open and froze, like a bunny caught in headlights. Jon looked round the room, searching for me. He spotted me and grinned. Walking over to me he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into the middle of the room. I skidded along, trying to ease the pressure on my head.

After pulling me into the middle of the room, he let go of my hair and laughed softly as my head bounced off the concrete. I lay on my side, staring at the wall, listening to him walk away. After a few minutes I squirmed around, trying to sit up again. I soon gave up and lay still. I could hear Jon talking in a low voice to the other men. Footsteps rang out over the concrete as at least 2 of them came over to me. I was dragged into a sitting position and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I squeezed my eyes shut against the glare. My head was yanked back and I could feel the cold steel of a knife blade at my throat. My nostrils flared frantically as I tried to breathe through my panic. Opening my eyes, I stared up at Jon who grinned at me.

‘Now then bitch, I’m going to take your gag out. Scream if you want, we’re totally soundproofed, but me and the boys don’t like a lot of noise.’ He traced the knife along my throat, drawing a small line of blood that he licked off ‘Understand cunt?’

I nodded. Anything to get the gag out. He reached behind my head, unbuckled it and yanked it out. I swallowed a few times to get some moisture back into my mouth. It didn’t work.

‘Water’ I croaked out. Jon and the others laughed.

‘Honey, you’ll get plenty of wet stuff in your mouth before we’re finished with you.’

I felt my stomach clench with fear and a cold, icy knot of dread settled over me. Dropping my head again, Jon rolled me onto my stomach before grabbing my legs and pulling me over to the rest of his mates. My belly started to tingle where my top had ridden up and my soft skin came into contact with the floor.

He dropped my legs, flipped my over, and they all stood over me, leering. I stared up helplessly a noticed a couple of them already had their cocks out. Fuck. This really was happening. It weren’t some nightmare. Jon straddled my stomach and pulled his knife out once more. I had a feeling I was going to be seeing a lot more of it that night. I was right. Jon leant over me and started cutting my clothes. After ripping my top and bra off, he began hacking at my jeans.

‘ You can fuck off you cunt, these are my favourite pair’. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. Here I was, tied up, nearly naked, totally vulnerable and I was worried about my jeans? I know they say that fear does strange things to a person, but still.

My head snapped to the left as Jon backhanded me. Putting his head down to face me, he stared at me for just a second and spat in my face.

I lay still after that. My jeans were cut off, along with the bonds that held together my wrists and ankles. My arms were grabbed and I was pulled to my feet. One of the lads held my arms behind my back while the rest all stared at me. Eventually Grant came over and started running his hands over me. I stared right through him. I was soon brought back to my senses as he forced 2 fingers inside me. With a start I realised I was getting wet. Grant smiled at me and I glared back at him. Bringing his hand up to my mouth, he brushed his fingers across my lips. I refused to open up. He laughed softly and pinched my nose. I struggled for about 20 seconds, then gave up and opened my mouth. Grant immediately rammed his fingers in, shoving my head back against the shoulder of the man who was holding my arms. He, in turn, nudged my head to one side and bit down hard on my neck. My eyes opened wide and I let out a muffled scream. Grant pushed his fingers back in me, keeping one hand securely in my mouth. I could feel him pushing more in me, stretching me. 2, then 3 fingers. He tried pushing a fourth in, but I was too tight. He kicked my legs further apart to try and gain more access. Groaning in frustration, he pulled both hands from me, ripped me away from the guy who was biting me on the neck and threw me on the floor.

I landed heavily and slid a few inches. I sat up, and started to stand but I weren’t going nowhere. In a second grant was on me, pushing me back down, 1 hand across my throat, the other fumbling with his cock as he found my hole and rammed himself into me. I tried to scream, beg for mercy, anything to get him out of me. His eyes were half shut and he had a grin on his face ‘fuck she’s so fucking tight, you gotta feel this.’

Jon laughed ‘Mike said she used to be a hooker, feel like a whore to you mate?’. All he got was a series of groans as Grant fucked me harder and harder. I let out a squeak as he wrapped his hands round my throat and squeezed hard. I could feel my eyes rolling up into my head, and just as my world was turning black, he pushed himself deep in me, tearing me slightly, and came hard, filling me up. He released me and rolled off as I curled into a ball, coughing and trying to get my breath back. I lay there for a few minutes and listened to them talking and laughing.

‘Nothing like a hooker, tight as a virgin. You can easy see why Mike’s with her, no doubt’. Grant was busy telling the others how I was. I tuned out. Of course I was still tight. Did exercises all the time. Still do now.

 

Coming to my senses, I realised they were all distracted. Slowly inching my way backwards, towards the door, I gradually stood up. Pausing for a second, I saw none of them were watching me, turned and ran for the door. Grabbing the handle, I yanked it- and nothing. I yanked it again, harder this time. Still nothing. By this point they’d noticed me. I felt one of them smack into me, pinning me against the door, knocking the wind out of me. I was spun round and slammed back against the door. As the cold metal touched my bare ass, I bucked forwards slightly. This one took that as an invitation and reached down to grab my cunt. I shifted from side to side to avoid him. Growling in frustration he drew his fist back and smacked me full no in the face. I felt my cheekbone give and screamed in pain. He threw me on the floor and shouted to Jon to chuck him the knife. Jon threw the knife and it clattered on the floor, barely missing me. The lad picked it up, forced me on my back and knelt over my chest, pinning my arms with his knees. He put the blade across my throat and pushed down with both hands, cutting into me, drawing blood. I still bear the scar now, nearly 2 years after it happened.

Staring up into his manic eyes, feeling the blade slicing through my skin, I lost control of my emotions and burst into tears. Struggling to get free, flailing around, I could feel the knife going deeper but I was hysterical by this point. Jon rushed forward and dragged him off me

‘What the fuck Pete? You wanna kill her? That’s not our agreement. You either get in on it and fuck her or you can fuck off. What’s it going to be?’

His eyes were bright and manic with lust ‘Her ass is mine’.

I heard these words and pulled myself to my feet, 1 hand around the wound in my throat that was seeping blood. I’d never done anal willingly before, but at least the others were gentle to a certain degree. I knew this would be brutal.

I launched myself at the door, grabbing the handle, trying to force it open again. It wouldn’t budge. I saw the window and ran for it. I was a lot fitter in them days, could outrun anyone. Unfortunately, I was also a lot shorter and it didn’t matter how much I jumped, I couldn’t reach it. The lads watched for a while, then all of a sudden that maniac, Pete as I now knew him, was on me, forcing me face down on the floor. I screamed as his hand pushed against my broken cheekbone- fuck that hurt while it was healing. I felt him push against it once more and blacked out from the pain.

When I came round it felt like hours had passed, although it must have only been a few minutes. Pete had rolled me on my back and was astride my chest once more. I felt his weight pressing on me and my eyes snapped open. I soon wished they’d hadn’t because I was faced with his cock. Fuck, it was massive! Not so much the length, but the girth was huge! He got a fistful of my hair and pulled my head towards his dick.

‘Now then bitch, I’m going to fuck your ass. Nothing you can do about it. But I’m going to give you the chance to make it easier on yourself. What do you say?’

‘You watch too many gangster movies’. Fucking Hell, there we go again, fear was running my mouth once more. It was true though. He was talking like a wannabe gangster. A really crap one.

His eyes blazed with rage and he flipped me onto my stomach ‘Fuck you, you cunt. If you’re going to talk shit to me, you deserve everything you get.’

With that the parted my cheeks and shoved his cock deep in my ass. The shock literally rendered me speechless for a few seconds until the white hot agony flowed through me. I found my voice again and screamed. And screamed. And screamed again. Pete stayed still for a few minutes, adjusting to the feel. Then started slamming in and out of me hard. This wasn’t sex, wasn’t a shag or a fuck. This was rape, pure and simple. Their way of telling me I was theirs to use as they wanted.

I carried on screaming as I fought to get away, I began to panic again, I could feel my blood dripping from my throat, pooling on the floor. Pete grabbed my hair and yanked my head sideways. He spat on me and started punching me, calling me everything he could think of. He paused for a moment and beckoned Grant over ‘Sit in front of her, she can’t scream if she’s sucking your cock.’ Grant dropped down in front of me and sat down. Pete smacked my face against the floor and I screamed again as my cheekbone connected with the hard concrete. I began to struggle again as Grant grabbed my hair and forced my head down towards his cock. I held my breath once more to avoid having to suck it- under normal circumstances I like giving head and I love being face fucked, but these were not normal circumstances- as I quickly exhaled, he forced his cock past my lips. I tensed up as I tried to breathe and Pete obviously enjoyed this as he started fucking me even harder than before. Grant wrapped his hands round the back of my head and pushed down hard as he forced his hips up. I gagged and tried to push myself away from him but he was too strong. I pushed against his thighs, trying to get some leverage. I let out a muffled scream as my arms were yanked behind me and my tits hit the floor. That I could deal with. Concrete rubbing my nipple piercing was agony however. As I fell forwards my throat was impaled even more onto Grant. As my throat muscles spasmed in panic, Grant started fucking my face- hard. He was obviously enjoying the feeling as I panicked. I could feel myself going dizzy and everything took on a muffled and muted sound. All my senses were hyped up, but it was like everything had slowed down and I was acutely aware of everything going on around me. Grant slammed his hips up once more and started coming, forcing me to swallow every last drop, just as Pete emptied his balls into my ass. Then, mercifully, darkness swallowed me.

I awoke with a start. I ached all over and had a raging headache. My mouth was dry but sticky and I had a lingering taste at the back of my throat. Then it all came back to me and I burst into tears again. Through my choking sobs I realised a few things. I was now on a bed. Chained to it to be more precise but anything was better than concrete. And I had my collar on. Let me explain about my collar. I love my collar. It’s black leather with rounded silver studs on it. I bought it from a Goth stall at a county fair when I was 14 and since that day it’s gone everywhere with me. Kinda like a security thing. I always had it on me, either wearing it, or having it in my pocket. God knows why but I loved it. Now I was starting to regret buying the damn thing. Bit late for regrets now though.

I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. I calmed down a bit when I realised I recognised it. Couldn’t place it, but I recognised it and that soothed me some. Testing my bonds I realised I could get out of them without too much fuss. Handy being a mini-Houdini sometimes! After fiddling around for a few minutes and trapping my skin a lot, I wriggled free. Sitting up I pulled the leg restraints off and stood up. I felt a bit wobbly and nearly gagged when I felt the congealed blood round my throat. I fought the urge to throw up and moved towards the door. Twisting the handle I was surprised to find it was unlocked- they obviously didn’t think I would be capable of getting loose. Mike should have warned them better than that. Even so, after finding the door opened so easily, I should have been on my guard but I got lax. I moved quickly down the corridor. I knew this place from somewhere but I didn’t know where. That was my big mistake. I wasn’t concentrating. All of a sudden I was pinned against the wall and found myself staring up at my boyfriend, Mike. Now I knew where I was. This was his mate Joey’s house!

‘Enjoy your little trip bitch?’ He grabbed my hair and threw me on the floor. My cheekbone hit the ground and I fought the urge to scream. I knew that would only make him worse. I curled up into a ball as he started kicking me, humming as he did. I felt red hot waves of pain shoot through me as his boot broke 2 of my ribs. I bit my lip to stay silent. He rolled me on my back and put a foot across my throat, choking me, pushing on my wound. I struggled beneath him, but still did not make a sound. Dropping down on top of me, he sighed and lit a fag. I flinched as he flicked ash onto me. Leaning back, he rested his full weight on my stomach.

‘Don’t’.

‘Don’t what?’

‘I’m serious Mike, don’t lean on my stomach, please’.

‘Why the fuck not? Don’t tell me what to do you whore’.

‘I’m pregnant’. He took a long drag on his cig.

‘You fucking what?’

‘I’m 3 months gone. I did a test last week, it came up positive so I had a scan at the hospital. I’m 3 months gone. We’re having a baby Mike. I was waiting for the right time to tell you’.

He slowly sat up. I though I had him there. I knew how much he wanted kids. All of a sudden I felt a searing pain on my right breast and my head exploded in a cloud of pain. He’d burnt me with his cigarette and booted me in the head. I could taste blood where I’d bit my lip and tongue. He grabbed me by my collar, dragging me up and throwing me against the wall again.

‘You was waiting for the right time to tell me? When exactly was going to be the right time? Not that it matters, I’m not having a kid with a whore.’

I heard a click and felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against my belly. Threaten me and hurt me, fine. Do it to my baby, my unborn baby and you’ll pay. I saw red and snapped.

‘The only reason I’m a whore is because you made me into one Mike. You was the one that was pimping me out to all your mates! You were the one that wanted the fucking money, not me. Now get out of my way you tosser!’ I screamed at him and slapped him. Ignoring the pain coursing through my whole body I shoved him as hard as I could and ran. Anywhere just to get away from him. Running down the stairs, I pulled the front door handle- shit. Locked. I sprinted through the living room door to get to the patio door when I felt my collar being pulled back. I let out a strangled yelp, felt a hand go round my mouth and Joey whispering in my ear

‘My turn’.

I froze on the spot. He pulled me tight against him and I could feel his hard on. He started licking and kissing my neck. I winced as his lips brushed over my torn and bruised skin. All of a sudden, I found myself stumbling forwards to the middle of the room, falling over a coffee table and gashing my leg. Feeling dazed, I rolled over and lay there stunned for a few minutes. I sat up and saw Joey come flying towards me. He smacked me in the face, but by this point I was in too much shock to scream or care. I saw Mike come into the room and he stood over me smirking.

I looked up at him, too broken and too much in pain to even care what he did. He crouched down by my head and I flinched as he stroked my hair.

‘Aww baby. You’re a mess. But you bring it on yourself. If you just did as you were told, you’d be ok’. With that he stood up and walked away. Without a backward glance he told Joey ‘Do what you like. I don’t give a shit.’

Joey smiled at me and I felt his hands round my throat. That was the last thing I remember.

When I came out of my coma I was told I had multiple injuries- knife wounds, numerous broken bones, lacerations and swelling on the brain that would leave permanent bruising and has also resulted in my short term memory being shot to Hell. The baby, our baby, Mine and Mike’s baby, survived it all. What she didn’t survive was 2 months later a fight that me and Mike had resulting in him kicking me in the stomach. At 5 months pregnant, I miscarried.

What I want to know, for my own peace of mind is what happened in them missing hours? Something else must have happened, because I didn’t have a lot of the injuries that I ended up with before I blacked out. Why can’t I remember what? Any ideas how I can?

“What the fucking hell’s wrong with you? We’ve been going out for four months. If you really loved me you’d show me. You can’t stay a virgin all your life.”

“That’s not fair. You know I love you.”

“Well show me then.”

 

I planted a big kiss on his lips, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. Instead of responding, he pulled away pushing my tongue out.

 

“That don’t prove anything, anyone can give wet kisses. If you don’t want to make love with me by now, I reckon it’s about time we called it quits.”

“No. Please don’t say that. You know I love you. I will let you do it.”

“When?”

“Not here.”

“What’s wrong with here?”

 

Was he kidding? We were in an old wooden shed at the bottom of his garden, sitting on an old packing case. I know you can fuck anywhere, but when a girl looses her virginity, it should be something special. Just to set the scene, its 1959, my names Leslie, and my boyfriend is Gerry. I’m fifteen, he’s fourteen and we live in a large town in England.

 

“Anyone could come down the garden and catch us.”

“So where can we do it?”

“It’s only two weeks till I leave school and the end of term. You were on about us going on a week’s holiday together to your Uncle’s farm. If I get my mum to let me come with you, then I’ll let you do it to me there.”

“Promise? You won’t go back on that?”

“I promise.”

 

Well that was it; nothing else mattered from now on. The next day the first question I got was.

 

“Did your mom say you can come?”

“She said she’ll think about it.”

“Jesus! That’s no fucking good. What’s she got to think about?”

“Well I think she’s worried about me and you being alone together. She didn’t actually say we were going there to have sex, but she was making very strong hints, and reading me the riot act about not getting myself into trouble.”

“But we won’t be on our own; my Aunty Bette and Uncle Harry will be looking after us.”

 

“Has your mom and dad agreed to you going?”

“Yes. And my Uncle Harry said he’ll even pay me for helping out on the farm.”

“Have you asked if I can come with you?”

“Course I have. Aunty Bette says you can have her daughter’s old room, and I can have the attic bedroom.”

“I think the best thing we can do, is if you come home with me tonight, and then you can tell my mom all about it.”

“Will your dad be there?”

“I doubt it. Why?”

“He fucking frightens me. I don’t think he likes me going out with you.”

“Don’t be silly. He was saying to mom only the other day, how he was glad I’d got a sensible boyfriend.”

“You could have fooled me. He always looks like he’s ready to fucking hit me.”

“Don’t be daft. Anyway he’ll be down the pub.”

 

That evening he came back with me, and we talked the whole holiday through with my mum. As I’d thought, dad was down the pub. Mom ended-up by saying she’d write a letter to his Aunty, and if she was happy with the reply she’d let me go. Us being alone wasn’t the only thing that my mom was concerned about. We were not a well-off family, and my mom was also worried about how much the holiday would cost. As it turned out, Gerry’s Aunty said she didn’t want any money for my keep, as I’d be doing odd jobs to help her, and this would be sufficient. Also as there was nowhere posh to go, I’d only need old clothes. There was, she said, no need to take any, because she had loads of girls’ clothes that had belonged to her daughter, which she hadn’t got rid of. Now this bit might have pleased mom, but the thought of wearing some out of fashion stuff that had belonged to her daughter didn’t please me much at all.

 

One other thing I should mention was that my sixteenth birthday would fall on the day after we arrived on holiday. Now the significance of this in England, is this is the age of consent. Mom really went to town on me before we left, saying that just because I would be sixteen, doesn’t mean you can behave like a tart.

“I’ve told Mrs James (Aunty Bette) to keep a close eye on you and that Gerry, and if there’s any hint of any shenanigans, she’s to pack you straight off home. And woe-betide you if that happens, your dad will flay you alive, so mind you behave yourself.”

This warning really put shivers down my spine, and a quick glance at the colour draining from Gerry’s face, told me he wasn’t too happy either.

 

So the morning of our holiday arrived, and I had almost nothing to take with me. Mom had corresponded with the Aunty, and decided even my own underwear wouldn’t be suitable. I wasn’t even asked. Apparently, Bette had said that she had lots of thin cotton dresses, and camisoles. Which she said would be cooler, being loose fitting. This kind of thing she had told mom was more suitable for wearing around the farm. Mom had agreed, mainly because it meant she hadn’t got to buy me any new clothes, and the ones I’d already got would not be getting mucked-up or spoilt.

 

I sat in the back of Gerry’s dad’s car, and Gerry sat next to his dad in the front. The journey took about five hours, and we didn’t stop once! Even though after we’d been on the road about three hours, I’d mentioned I could do with a toilet stop.  So when we arrived, I was desperate to go for a pee.

 

“How are you Bette?”

Gerry’s dad asked as he threw his arms around her neck, and they embraced in a brother sister cuddle.

“I’m fine. My. Look at young Gerry. He’s almost grown into a man. God don’t they shoot-up when you don’t see them often. And I assume this is his young lady that I’ve heard so much about. Leslie isn’t it?”

“Yes Mrs James. Excuse me but can I use your toilet?”

“Course you can lass. And you don’t need to call me Mrs James. You’re with family now, I’m Aunty Bette. The doings is over there.”

She pointed to a small brick building in the garden by the side of the house.

 

I dashed across, and was soon sat there in the little dark toilet having a pee. I won’t go into detail about the toilet, but I will say I’ve never experienced anything as primitive in my life. It was pitch black inside, and cobwebs everywhere, boy was I glad to get out of there.

“Is that better love? These men never think about us ladies when they travel by car. Come on let’s get inside and join the others.”

She put her arm around my shoulder, and we walked into the dark kitchen.

 

“You got that kettle on Frank?”

“Kettles on, and teas in the pot ready. Once I’ve had a quick cup, I’ll get going back home,” said Gerry's dad.

“You can’t wait to see Harry or the lads?”

“I’d like to, but the dynamo on that old banger of mine is on its last legs. So I need to get as many miles under my belt as possible before it gets dark and I need to use my lights.”

“That’s a shame, but Harry will understand. I’ll try to get him to make sure he’s around when you come to collect the two lovers.”

“Not so much of the lovers. They’re not old enough for that kind of malarkey. You keep a sharp eye on them.”

“No problem there, Gerry will be helping Harry most of the time, and I’ll keep Leslie busy”.

 

He finished his tea, and he was on his way with just a quick goodbye. Once he’d gone we returned to the house. As we sat down to a second cup of tea, she explained her three boys and Uncle Harry were all out working on the farm.  But as today was Saturday, they’d all be back by about 6 O’clock to get cleaned up. It’s the one night of the week they get to get down the local for a pint, she explained.

 

Now although she called them her boys, they were all men as far as me and Gerry was concerned. The eldest was Steven; he was thirty-two, and then came Andrew at twenty-eight. Next in-line was Audrey at twenty-five, but she was married with children, and lived on another farm some ten miles away. The youngest was Adrian at twenty-four.

 

Once we finished our tea, she took us upstairs to show us our rooms. We first came to where I would be sleeping. It wasn’t a separate bedroom as I’d expected, instead, my bed was in her bedroom. This was a large ‘L’ shaped room; her double bed was in the main part of the room, with my bed, also a double around the corner in the end of the leg of the ‘L’ shape. So although in the same room, both beds were out of site of each other. There was also an old dark curtain which hung from a wire stretched from wall to wall. This she explained could be pulled across if needed. As she left she said she’d sorted out my clothes, and they were in the wardrobe and chest of draws.

 

She left me there to sort out my few belongings while she carried on up to the attic to show Gerry where he was sleeping. On the top of the draws, was an old fashioned washing bowl and jug of water; this was like going back to the dark ages.  I emptied the contents of my little bag on the bed, and put most of it on top of the set of draws. I opened the top draw to put my personal stuff out of site, and there was the underwear she’d sorted out for me. The draws were full of cotton camisoles, blouses, cardigans, all freshly washed and smelling of rose scent. The wardrobe was the same, full of dresses skirts coats etc., all washed and smelling fresh. I’d expected to find some musty old clothes that she’d retrieved from being stored in her attic. So although the styles were old-fashioned, they were all pretty, and in there own way very feminine.

 

“Come-on then Leslie. Get them city clothes off and let’s see how you look in my Audrey’s dresses. Do you like being called Leslie, or Les?”

“Leslie is what I mostly get called.”

“Well Leslie it is then. You get yourself undressed, and I’ll sort you out something pretty to wear. You’ll want to look good to impress my boys.”

 

I took my cardigan off, and slowly started undoing the buttons on my blouse. It didn’t feel right undressing with her in the room.

 

“Come-on Leslie, I want to make sure these clothes I’ve sorted out fit you, and I’ve got lots to do before the boys get home.”

 

I removed my blouse and lowered my skirt.

 

“And the rest. You won’t want stockings on here on the farm. And you can take that bra and knickers off; you’ll be cooler in one of these cammies.”

 

I was soon stood there naked, and she handed me a camisole to put on. I’d never seen one before, let alone worn one. It was a one piece; like a vest and knickers all-in-one. As I stood there not sure how to put it on, she said.

 

“Over your head. That’s it. Now pull the gusset from behind, it’s got a couple of hooks and eyes to fasten at the front. There are some prettier ones that you have to step into, but this type is more practical during the daytime. That’s right, now try this dress on. If this one fits, then the rest will be ok. Are yes. That looks much better, I guess the dress is a bit on the short side, you’re taller than I expected. But there ain’t many people gonna see you out here, and you’ll be much cooler like that. I can’t expect any of the men folk will object to seeing a bit more of your legs than your mom might think decent. And I don't suppose you'll be worried too much about attracting their attention.”

So here I was; a pair of old shoes, a very loose fitting camisole and a dress that buttoned down the front, was fully flared, and stopped at least 4” above my knee.

 

Next second there was a knock on the door.

“Can I come in yet? Are you decent?”

“Yes come on in Gerry. See what you think of your Leslie in this dress.”

“Wow yes. Hey that dress looks good.”

“See Leslie, I told you we wouldn’t get any complaints from the men-folk. How do you feel in it?”

 

In truth it felt very weird showing so much leg, but this was the kind of thing I’d wanted to wear back home, but mom would never let me. I don’t mean this style, but it was always seen as being grownup and with-it to wear short skirts. But as I say I’d never been allowed to before. You have to imagine this was before the days of the mini-skirt, so I felt very sexy showing this much leg and I was doing it with a grown-up's consent.

 

“Yes I guess if Gerry likes it, then it must be ok.”

“Well that sounds like true love. Right I’ve got work to get on with. Gerry knows his way around the farm, so why don’t you pair spend the rest of the afternoon exploring. You’ll know soon enough when the lads get back, the dogs always go wild, they know that's when they get fed.”

 

We followed her downstairs, and left her in the kitchen while we went outside to the farm yard. We walked around the farm going from one building to another; the smells were something-else. There was every kind of animal, most of which I’d never seen so close-up before. The horses and bull were the most frightening. The bull was huge and had hot steam coming from its wet dribbling nostrils. It kept ramming into the big thick heavy gate on its enclosure. But the horses were frightening merely because of their size. You don’t get horses in the town, and until you’ve stood close up to one you don’t realize how tall they are.

 

But not only were the horses tall, but one of them had the biggest cock in the world, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw its length. The great big bell-end was all spread-out and the cock was that long it nearly reached the floor. Seeing this must have brought the subject of sex back to the front of Gerry’s mind.

 

“There’s a hay loft up there.”

He said pointing up above the stalls.

“Come-on I’ll show you.”

He rushed across the stable to where a ladder was leaned against the upper floor.

“Go on you go first, I’ll hold it to make sure the ladder doesn’t slip.”

“What do we want to go up there for?”

“There’s some straw bales, it’s out of site of anyone, and you said I could have a fuck.”

“Now wait a minute. I never said you could do it today.”

“You bloody promised. You said once we got to the farm. Well we’re here now, and up there is an ideal place.”

 

“I’ll go up there with you, but only to have a look. I’m not promising to let you do me today.”

“Why not, if we don’t do it now, I bet Uncle Harry will have me working all week and we won’t get chance again.”

“You’re not working tomorrow.”

“I bet we bloody are. These bloody farmers work every day. They’ve never heard of weekends.”

“But your Aunty said because it’s my sixteenth birthday, I'd have to stay in the house all day. She didn’t explain why, she said she'd do that later; but because I would be stopping indoors, she said your Uncle will let you stop home with me.”

“When did she say that?”

“Earlier, when she was helping me dress.”

“But why have you got to stop in the house?"

"All she said was, that I’d not be allowed out tomorrow. I asked why, but she just said it’s a country thing, being a townie, she wouldn’t expect me to know about it. But she said she'd explain why later tonight, while the men are all down the pub."

"But if you're not allowed out, how are we going to get out here?"

"We're not allowed to have sex. But I bet that won't stop you. She can’t be watching us all the time; we'll just pick our time and sneak out."

"So you’ll do it tomorrow?”

“Yes I’ll let you make it my birthday present. Come-on lets go up and see if this place is where we’ll do it. But you have to promise if I go up with you, you won’t try to force me to do it now?”

“You know I wouldn’t force you.”

 

I started climbing the ladder, and as soon as the hem of my dress was at his eye level, I felt his hand on the inside of my leg.

“Hey! Pack it up.”

“Why? I promised not to fuck you, but that doesn’t stop me playing with your fanny.”

“Look, pack it in. You’ll make me fall.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure you can climb a ladder while I finger you.”

 

I didn’t reply, and his hand reached the hooks and eyes on the gusset. It’s amazing how boys are unable to do the knot in a neck-tie using both hands in front of a mirror, but they can undo any type of fastener one-handed even in total darkness. Within seconds both front and back flaps of my gusset were dangling free, and his fingers were probing for my hole. As my legs moved from one step to the next, he followed me up, and his fingers entered me. We were soon standing on the loft floor, way up high in the air. It had only a single rail around its edge to prevent you from falling over. All around the straw bales were stacked high. He pulled his hand from under my dress, and sucked at his fingers.

 

“I love that thing you’re wearing; it’s dead easy to get at you. Come and help me pull some bales out to make somewhere to lie down.”

I didn’t reply, but followed him across the loft floor to a dark corner. We soon had a wide flat area to lie down on, that was hidden from view of anyone below. He was right this would be a perfect place for tomorrow’s event. Out of sight, somewhere you could relax, and not feel threatened. But now we’d made our bed, he soon had me pulled back down onto it. I reminded him of his promise, but he said he only wanted a quick feel.

 

The dress was soon unbuttoned from top to bottom, and opened out wide. He slid the camisole up my body until it was bunched up above my tits. I lay there fully exposed to his view. He lay at my side, and his mouth caressed my nipples, moving from left to right and back again; sucking and gently nibbling. They were standing so stiff and proud, and I felt so good. This was the first time I’d had chance to just lie back and let him arouse me without worrying about being caught. My eyes were closed, and as his lips left one nipple, I’d wait to feel them on the other.

 

But as my mind wandered around I was wondering what the sensation would be like if he was able to kiss me, and suck both my nipples at the same time. I hadn’t thought this concept through, as this could only be possible with multiple lovers.

 

But now instead of his lips landing on my nipple, I felt his wet tongue licking around my belly button. This caused a sharp intake of breath, which rapidly turned into a warm glow in my tummy. The more he circled around the stronger this feeling got, and the lower down in my tummy it felt. Without realizing it, I was drawing my knees up and letting my legs fall open. Then he moved down, placing a hand on the inside of each knee, and it only took the slightest of pressure to spread me wide.

 

The pace now changed, I could feel an urgency in his licking. He’d started just above my knee, going from side to side in the same manner as he’d done with my nipples. He was working his way up the inside of my legs, and was now licking around my inner thighs. The feeling in my tummy was now overwhelming, and when I say tummy, I really mean my cunt. I knew I was lifting my hips, but felt powerless to stop. Every fibre of my body was now on edge, it was like the feeling you get when someone induces a static charge in a balloon, and as they put it near your arm, your hairs all stand on end.

 

I knew this was the moment it was going to happen, promise or not, and I wanted him like never before. His tongue was lapping around my cunt, and I lifted forcefully to meet it. I opened my eyes, and as he looked up the length of my heaving body, I said clearly.

“Fuck me. Gerry, fuck me now.”

He didn’t reply, but he stood in between my open legs, his jeans and underpants dropped to the floor, to reveal an erection like I’d never seen before. A swift back kick sent his jeans flying across the loft floor, and he lowered himself down.

 

“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF. BARK. BARK.”

The farm yard was suddenly in pandemonium; all the dogs were going wild.

“SHIT! OF ALL THE FUCKING BASTARD TIMES TO COME BACK.”

He leapt to his feet and scurried across the loft to re-gain his jeans, shouting back to me as he went.

“COME-ON YOU DOSEY BITCH. IT’S MY UNCLE. IF HE FUCKING CATCHES US. WE’RE FUCKED.”

Wow, what an awakening. From cloud nine to shithouse bottom in one jump.

 

I stood up and pulled my camisole down, the hooks and eyes he’d undone so easily; were now in my haste impossible to fasten. Now I was stood up, I could see the door that led to the yard, and it was opening. In walked a man, about mid twenties, so it could have been any of the cousins. I’d given up with trying to fasten my gusset, and started on my dress. As the man had walked in he’d looked all around, and I guess the relative darkness in here had made it difficult for him to see, especially up here in the dark loft. I’d turned so my back was towards him, and stood there buttoning up my dress.

 

“Are, there you are Gerry! You randy little bastard! I knew you were bringing some skirt with you, but I never thought you’d be getting stuck into her this quick. Come on then let’s have you both down here before mom catches you.”

Gerry quietly called across to me,

“Leslie, you get down quick! I can’t get my fucking zip to do up. I’ll follow you down.”

Then he shouted down to the man below.

“Hi Adrian, steady the ladder for Leslie, I’ll be down in a minute, I’ve just lost my pen-knife.”

 

I could do nothing but follow his instructions. Still half dazed, dress only buttoned up down as far as my waist, and camisole flapping wide open. I took hold of the sides of the ladder, and swung my leg around onto one of the rungs. Then my other leg left the loft floor, and I was now on the ladder. I’d said on the way up how high the loft was, well I can tell you now, it appeared to be twice as high now I was trying to climb down. I clung to the side rails of the ladder as I gingerly eased my foot from one rung to the next one below. Slowly I started to descend below the floor of the loft.

 

Suddenly I felt an arm sweeping around my waist from behind, and almost simultaneously a hand cupping my cunt in its palm.

“Its ok love, I’ve got you now. I won’t let you fall.”

“Oh God! I didn’t know you were there.”

“You can relax your grip love; I’ve got a tight hold of you. I’ll walk you down one step at a time.”

“I’m alright. You didn’t have to climb up to help me.”

“I could see you were struggling.”

Then in a whisper he said.

“But I didn’t know you’d repay me with a feel of such a wet and willing little fanny.”

 

Then back to a normal voice.

“Ok first your left leg.”

“That’s it now the right one. No, don’t stop on the same rung, I’ve got your weight. You’ll be safe enough to reach to the next one.”

What I’d been doing was to reach down with one leg, then let the next leg find the same rung, keeping my steps as short as possible. But now as alternate legs came from the rung above, missing one rung, and reaching to the rung below, my cunt was stretching about in his hand.

 

This process carried on, and as we made our way down he manipulated his fingers around my cunt. One finger found my hole, and in it slid accompanied by a sharp intake of breath from me.

“Oh my god!”

“Are you ok?”

“No. You’ve got your finger up me.”

I said quietly, so Gerry wouldn’t hear.

“I know, it's nice, and it’ll make sure you don’t slip out of my hand.”

It must have been his third finger he’d got inside me, because the first two fingers were now rubbing my clit for all they were worth, and my cunt was on fire.

“Please don’t. Its making my legs go weak.”

“Don’t worry about your legs going weak, I told you I won’t let you fall.”

“Please no more. Take your hand away.”

He took no notice, so I realised I was wasting my breath. Instead I tried to get to the floor as quickly as possible.

 

As my left foot felt the solid ground underneath it, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’ll stop now, or at least I can get my legs closed tight together. But how wrong can you be.  Before my right foot had chance to take its final step back to the ground, his foot was jammed against mine, with his knee under mine stopping me from moving my leg down. His other foot slid against the inside of my left foot, and pushed it across the stone floor, forcing my legs wider apart. The arm around my waist held me tightly to his body stopping me from moving away. And his hand under my cunt had full and free access.

 

His first and second finger went up my hole, both together, ramming in and out.

“Please stop.”

“Just relax and you’ll enjoy it more.”

There was no point in struggling. I looked up to the loft to see if Gerry was coming down, but there was no sign of him. I tried shouting to him.

“GERRY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WE’RE WAITING DOWN HERE.”

“I. I’M COMING. WON’T BE LONG NOW.”

“NO RUSH GERRY LAD. I’VE GOT YOUR GIRL DOWN SAFELY. I’M LOOKING AFTER HER, SHE’S IN GOOD HANDS. AREN’T YOU LESLIE?”

Then quietly in my ear.

“Go on call up nice and loud and tell him not to rush. You wouldn’t want this ladder to slip on this stone floor. It would do him some nasty damage falling from that height.”

The tone of his voice was so threatening, it frightened me.

“GERRY. YOUR COUSIN IS RIGHT. I’M OK DOWN HERE; YOU TAKE YOUR TIME AND MAKE SURE YOU DON’T FALL.”

 

No sooner had the words left my lips, than I was lifted to his body, and carried back across under the loft floor into one of the horse stalls. He laid himself back onto a straw bale, pulling me backwards on top of himself. He was so strong, struggling was useless, and his fingers were fucking my cunt as fast as they could go. His other hand was up around my tits, and he was squeezing my nipples. It was impossible to take this kind of action without getting aroused. My hips were thrusting against his poking fingers, and given more time I’d have fucked. But just when I thought I could hold out no longer, Gerry’s feet came in site on the ladder, and I was suddenly released.

 

By the time Gerry was low enough to see into the stall where we were, I was sitting on a bale, and Adrian was stood by my side.

“Are, there you are. I was wondering where you two were hiding.”

“You can talk. What took you so long up there, couldn’t you find your underpants?”

“No it was nothing like that. I’d lost my pen-knife in amongst the straw.”

“What were you using a pen-knife for? You weren’t forcing her to get her knickers down?”

“No we weren’t doing anything. I was just carving a bit of wood.”

“So why is her fanny all uncovered, and dripping wet?”

And with that he took me by surprise, grabbing both my ankles, lifting them high in the air, and wide apart. This overbalanced me back, tipping me onto the bale and showing my naked dripping wet cunt.

 

Gerry was stunned for words.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Then keeping one leg held high, he let go of the other, and stroked his fingers slowly along my cunt. Poking into my hole, and then presenting them towards Gerry’s face.

“Somebody’s been a naughty boy. And I think we all know who that is. If you don’t want Uncle Harry to find out, I think you two had better agree that you owe me a favour?”

He then dropped my leg, and I sat up straight again as he turned to me.

“You’d better get yourself in the tack room down there, and get cleaned up. And get those buttons done up before someone sees the state you're in.”

 

I scurried away to the tack room as he’d ordered. Against the wall was a big old hand-operated water pump above an old stone sink. I heaved on the big rusty handle, and drew a bowl of water. Once I’d cleaned myself down, I made sure not only my buttons were done up, but also the hooks and eyes on my gusset. When I went back to the stalls, Adrian came across, and put his big arm around my shoulder, and as he walked me towards the door said.

"This is a nice ripe piece of fruit you've got here Gerry; I'll bet she's one hell of a fuck?"

Gerry said nothing, but just followed on behind us.

 

When he opened the door to the yard, all the dogs came rushing in, barking noisily and jumping up at me.

“There’s no fooling the dogs. They can smell you’re on heat. GET DOWN YOU!”

He shouted and raised his hand as though he was about to hit them. The dogs all cowered down as though they knew a beating was coming. As we walked across the yard, they resumed their barking, but followed from a safe distance.

“Come-on Gerry, get your arm around her other shoulder. You don’t want your Aunty to think there’s anything wrong.”

Gerry joined us, and we walked back to the house as though nothing had happened.

 

“I see you’ve met Gerry’s young lady?”

“If you mean Leslie, then yes. But I’m not sure about your description of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well she’s sixteen tomorrow, in my book that makes her fully grown; so if she's out tomorrow I’d say it’s open hunting season, and she’s the quarry. And as for her being a lady; until one of us catches her, we won’t know that.”

This reply stunned me, especially talking to his mother. And the reference to me going out tomorrow, and being hunted, what was all that about?

“Adrian! That’s enough of that talk; you’re scaring the poor girl. There'll be no hunting her tomorrow; she'll be stopping in-doors. Anyway, remember she’s your Cousin Gerry’s girlfriend.”

“She’s no need to be scared, nobody's gonna hurt her. And as for Gerry; if she’s out tomorrow I guess he'll get his share along with everyone else.”

“Well that's as maybe, but I don't think you'll find her out there tomorrow.”

And with that she changed the subject.

 

“Anyway what are you doing home so early?”

“The bloody muck spreader’s packed in, so I’ve brought it back for Steve to sort out.”

“Right well I’ve got to go out in the yard and feed the dogs and foul. Gerry can you come and give me a hand?”

“Yes, course I can. Are you coming Leslie?”

But she turned to face me,

“Well I wanted Leslie to stop in the kitchen and juggle the pans around. This range isn’t like your modern gas cookers, it needs constant attention.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Well I need to keep all the pans simmering. This part of the plate is too hot, and this end is too cold. So as you see a pan starting to boil over, change it with one from the other end. You’ll soon get the hang of it. But make sure you keep your mind on the job, cos old Harry will not be pleased if his suppers spoilt.”

 

“I’ll start my bath now ma. Then it’ll be free for when dad gets home.”

“I'm not sure if Leslie would like that.”

She turned and looked in my direction; stupidly I thought she was meaning that she thought I’d want to go up and have my bath first before all the hot water had gone.

“Well? Do you mind if he has his bath now?”

“No. I don’t mind who goes first.”

“Well ok. But like I told you, make sure you keep your mind on them pans, or you’ll be getting off on the wrong side of Harry.”

 

With that they all left the kitchen leaving me to swap pans around. Then Adrian walked back in carrying a large metal bathtub. I’d only ever seen them in films, and at first I wondered what he was doing. Then as he took the two largest pans of boiling water from the range, and poured them into the bathtub, the penny dropped. He filled the pans back up with cold water and placed them on the range, and then he started pouring jug after jug of cold water into the tub. This tub was only about four feet away from where I was standing doing my pan swapping duties.

 

Now he stood there, facing me, and unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to leave the kitchen, but knew I’d be in trouble if I did. But surely his mom knew he’d be stripping off to take his bath. That must have been why she was asking if I’d mind. His shirt and vest were now gone, and he was unbuckling his belt. His trousers had buttons, not a zip like most boys I’d known, and he undid them in a slow almost threatening manner. As he slid his trousers down, his underpants went with them. The most magnificent cock you could ever imagine stood there. Bolt upright; at least ten inches long. I stood there transfixed, not able to look away.

 

“I knew you’d like it.”

“W. What?”

“You know what. Come take a hold of it.”

As he spoke he walked the few paces to where I stood, and took hold of my hand, placing it around his shaft. I tried to pull my hand away, but his big hand was wrapped around mine, and he controlled my movements. My hand was only just big enough to encircle his cock, and he was sliding it up and down its length. If he’d have let go of my hand, I’d have pulled away, but in a strange way, I wanted him to keep hold of me. I liked the feeling of the warm blood pumping in the palm of my hand.

 

“You like it?”

“No. Please let me stop?”

“I’m going to take my hand off yours; if you stop. I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you. You understand?”

“No.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR WHAT?”

“No. I was just. I mean, yes I understand you. But please don’t make me.”

I was scared to death, and pleading pitifully.

“Look you stupid girl, they’ll be back soon, all I’m asking you to do is to wank me. If you take your hand off, I promise I’ll fuck you right here and now!”

 

I felt his grip on my hand slowly release, and I kept my hand going up and down his cock. Then suddenly.

“Wooshhhhhh. Spatter. Crackle.”

I’d completely forgotten about watching the pans on the range behind me. One of them had boiled over, and as the water hit the hot metal plate, it spat and danced violently, the unexpected noise making me let loose of his cock and spin around to face the cooker.

“Fucking hell! Hurry and get them re-arranged. We haven’t got long.”

 

I rapidly moved the pans around, while Adrian had left the room, still naked. I’d just got the pans sorted, when he dashed back in.

“Come over here.”

He was stood in the middle of the room by the side of the tub. I walk to him, and reached my hand down towards his cock.

“No don’t bother, I’ve checked outside. They’re over the other side of the farm in the orchard collecting the hens’ eggs. That means I’ve got some time.”

 

As he bent down in front of me I feared the worst. He took hold of the hem of my dress either side, and gave a series of gentle tugs outwards. The dress was old and made of thin material, so the button holes were all very loose. It popped each button undone one at a time like pulling a zipper open without any sign of ripping the dress at all. I’d clutched my hands together on my bust as he’d started, so the last two buttons remained fastened.

“Come-on. I know I said I’d got some time, but I can’t afford to waste it. Let go or I’ll fuck you like I threatened before.”

I continued holding my dress tightly to my bust.

“You’re gonna fuck me anyway.”

 

“I’m not gonna fuck you, well not now anyway. Just let go before I change my mind.”

I slowly released my grip, and let my hands fall away to my side. He gave a couple of final tugs, and my dress was fully open. He stood up and took hold of the dress at the shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m taking your dress off. Now look sharp and get that vest thing off.”

“Why what are you going to do to me?”

“Look I haven’t got time for this. Get it off quick or I will fuck you.”

 

I reached under my crotch, and fumbled with the hooks and eyes. As soon as he saw they were free, he was pulling it up over my head. I stood there naked, just like he was. But where as he was bold and proud to be in front of me, I’d got my hands clutched in front of my little hairy mound, and I was trembling.

“What fucking gorgeous tits you’ve got.”

I blushed, and brought one hand back up to try to cover them.

“Don’t be silly. Here get yourself laid down on this.”

 

He was spreading my dress on the floor alongside the bathtub. I thought, ‘he is going to fuck me’ and I hesitated.

“Come-on we haven’t got all day.”

“Please don't fuck me?”

“Not unless you keep pissing me about. Just get yourself down on that dress.”

I got down on the floor, lay on my back, and opened my legs. Why I opened my legs, I don’t know, he hadn’t told me to; and I’d got my hands over my cunt, so it wasn’t as though I was trying to show it off to him.

 

He got down and knelt in between my legs, lifted my hands and placed them on my tits.

“You get them big tits of yours worked up, while I just have a taste of this fanny.”

My hands were on my breasts, but they were motionless. Then his tongue touched my cunt lips, my body shook. I was here partly because if I hadn’t cooperated he’d have told about me and Gerry earlier in the loft. But even if I’d resisted that threat, he was so strong I wouldn’t have been able to stop him getting what he wanted. And maybe I was trying to stop myself getting fucked by keeping him sweet. But with all these reasons, there was also an underlying feeling of wanting this man to take me.

 

Every lick of his tongue, I heaved my cunt towards him. Then he looked up to my face, and our eyes met.

“That’s right, now you’ve got the idea; you rub them nipples.”

I hadn’t realized, but now he’d pointed it out; my hands were furiously tugging and playing with my nipples.

“Ok Leslie, now your fanny is ready, this is what we’re gonna do.”

Now I knew he’d fuck me!

 

“I’m gonna get this fanny juice.”

As he was telling me, he rubbed his hand across my wet and sloppy cunt, soaking his palm with my juices.

“And I’m gonna wet them big soft titties of yours.”

Now he rubbed his hands in the valley of my bust. This he did several times, until my breasts were really wet and slimy.

 

Now to my surprise he squatted astride my tummy, pushing his big hard cock against my chest. His hands took hold of mine, and he placed my hands on my breasts, pushing them together over his cock. Now he started thrusting himself in between my tits. His big bell end was stabbing towards my face, and my tits were a-flame with desire. He’d let go of my hands, and I was manipulating my tits by myself. He was leaning backwards, two of his fingers furiously poking my cunt, and his other hand rubbing my clit. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. How long he was thrusting away I don’t know, but suddenly he jerked himself free of my tits, and grabbed his cock. It shot its sticky milk all over my face. It hit me in the eyes, and I couldn’t see. It went up my nose, and I gasped for breath. As I opened my mouth wide, he pumped more of it in there. It had gone everywhere, I was covered in it.

“Argg Argg Yes. Fucking yes! Wow-weee what a fucking girl! Here take this and wipe your face. I’ll go and sort the fucking pans out or we’ll both be getting fucked by mum.”

 

I’d sat myself up and was wiping the cum from my eyes. I then started rubbing my nose to get the cum out.

“No point in trying to behave like a lady now. That’s my cum you’ve got up your nose, not a bit of face powder. I know ladies wouldn’t blow their nose in public, but we’ve just proved you’re no lady. So go on give it a big blow.”

Almost in temper I did as he said, blowing my nose, and ejecting all the cum into the cloth he’d given me. Then I moved to a clean bit of. Of what? It wasn’t an old cloth he’d given me! It was the camisole I’d been wearing.

“Hey! You silly bloody idiot! You’ve given me my clean underwear to wipe this cum off with; I won’t be able to put this back on.”

 

He was still shuffling the pans around on the range.

“Just get on with it, and bloody hurry up, I can hear the dogs getting excited. That means that moms on the way back. Here give me that while you get your dress back on. Nobody will know you haven’t got your vest on.”

I quickly wiped around my neck, and the top of my bust, and past him the camisole. Then I hurriedly got my dress back on and started doing up the buttons. Once buttoned up, I went across to the range to be in position when Aunty returned. Adrian reached his arm around behind me, and landed his big hand on the cheek of my bottom with a slap. Then he gave it a big squeeze.

“Did you like that?”

“No it hurt.”

“Not the slap you silly girl. The tit fuck?”

I instantly coloured-up bright red.

“No.”

But he knew I was lying.

 

“How are them pans doing?”

Asked Aunty as she burst into the kitchen and joined me at the range.

“That’s a good girl. It looks like you managed to keep your mind on the job in hand, despite the distractions.”

And with that she looked across to where Adrian was now sitting in the tub.

"Where's Gerry?"

"I left him out in the orchard looking for eggs. He’ll be quite a while yet. I guess it didn’t bother you seeing him flaunting his tackle about, still I suppose you’re used to seeing your own brother and your dad having their baths.”

“N. No.”

“Hey mom. Come and do my back for me.”

She walked across to the tub, and picked up the soap tray that was resting on the top rim of the tub in front of Adrian. It wasn’t one of them fragile plastic things; this was a short thick wooden plank. Then she went to the end of the tub behind him.

“Come-on then, shift yourself forward.”

He slid about halfway down the bath, his big hairy knees rising out of the water. She placed the plank across the back of the tub, stretched her legs wide straddling the whole eighteen inches width of the tub, then lifting her dress to her waist she sat down with a leg either side. Her dress hung over the back of the tub and reached the floor, but the front was pulled high, showing her bare legs. Now she proceeded to dip the soap and sponge in the tub in between her knees, and wash his back.

 

Then she turned to look at me, and said.

 

“No what? No you don’t mind him flashing his tackle at you, or no you haven’t seen your own brother?”

“I meant he didn’t flash himself, he’s been sitting there soaking in the tub. And I’ve never seen anyone have a bath downstairs before; our bath is fitted into our bathroom upstairs.”

“I told you she must be a lady, not only has she just told a lie to cover-up your bad behaviour, but she’s posh enough to have a fitted-in bathroom.”

“What makes you think she lied for me?”

 

“I know you well enough to know you’d never miss a chance to show off that big thing of yours. I’ll bet you’ve been prancing around with it swinging about the top of your legs.”

“You’re way off the mark there mom. Come-on Leslie, let’s see you come to my defence. Tell mom the truth; my dick definitely wasn’t hanging down my legs, was it?”

I didn’t speak, but again I blushed bright red.

 

“Ok my girl. I think you aught to be telling me what's been going on while I’ve been out?”

“You’d never make a detective mom. Haven’t you noticed the new cream she’s started using in her hair. Or the way her nipples are showing through that dress.”

She turned and looked across the room to me.

“Come here my girl. Let’s see what he’s on about.”

I walked towards her wanting to reach up to my hair to understand what he was talking about myself. I know I’d cleaned myself down, but hadn’t had time to look in the mirror. When I got to where she was, she didn’t speak, but just beckoned me with her finger to bring my head down to where she was sitting. As I bent down, she reached up to my hair, and as she brought her hand down, she opened and closed her finger and thumb directly in front of my face. The still wet sticky cum stretched and snapped, then re-jelled together each time her fingers closed.

 

The previously jovial tone was now gone; now she was stern and agitated.

“Well my girl how do you explain this?”

“I would have thought even you’d recognise what that was. The little girl has been doing some milking while you were out.”

She leapt to her feet throwing the sponge and soap at him. The sponge bounced onto the floor, but the soap missed and landed in the tub in front of him. She stood to the side of the tub, facing Adrian.

“I hope you haven’t been forcing yourself on this poor girl?”

“You’ve got to be joking; she’s not the little innocent that you think.”

 

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, she’s not a little girl any more, and it’s her business what she does with her body. I’m only human, if it’s offered, I ain’t gonna refuse it.”

“Are you saying she started it?”

“Well maybe not started it, but she certainly wasn’t putting up a fight. Tell you what, look under my jacket on the back of that chair.”

She turned and grabbed his jacket off the chair back, and the camisole fell to the floor. As she picked it up, he said.

“See mom. If I’d have been forcing her, how did I get that off without ripping it? And any way, I wouldn’t even have bothered to take it off; you can do what’s necessary by just lifting it up. It’s a woman thing, this taking all your clothes off first.”

 

While he was talking, she was studying the camisole, it was covered in spunk. Then she turned to me.

“Well; have you got anything to say for yourself?”

“No,” I replied with a mumble.

As I lowered my head, she said.

“Well as you’re on such close terms with my boy, I don’t see why I should be washing his back. Being as your poor little Gerry is still out looking for eggs; you might as well finish Adrian off.”

I picked up the sponge from the floor, walked to the tub, and sat across the board, in a side-saddle manner.

“It’s too bloody late to start trying lady-like behaviour now. You’ve got his spunk in your hair, all over your underwear and god knows where else. Get yourself sat down properly like you saw me doing.”

“Hey mom. Go easy on the girl. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

”What? The pair of you going at it like rabbits in my kitchen, and you don’t think that’s wrong?”

“Now mom; she’s not the first one to lie on her back on this floor, remember that time the vet called?”

Her face coloured-up red, but not only her face her neck as well, she looked like she was about to explode. She didn’t say a word, but dashed to the range where she stood sorting her pans around, in an agitated manner. I can only assume that some time in the dim and distant past, that her son had caught her fucking with the vet!

 

During all this, I’d just sat still, listening to them both. Now he turned around to me.

“Well girl, mom told you to sit properly. Didn’t she?”

 

“Err. Yes.”

I said as I jumped to my feet, and stretched my legs wide placing them either side of the tub. He was of-course still looking back at me. The short dress, no underwear, and stretched legs giving him a perfect view. Then as I lowered myself down, I put both my hands behind me to flick the hem of my dress clear of the back of the tub. He reached back and wrapped his hand fully under my cunt.

“Look mom. I’ve taken her in hand for you.”

 

She looked our way, and with a disgusted scowl said,

“Don’t you push it too far my lad. If you and that floozy are going to play around, that’s your business, but don’t do it in front of me or Gerry for that matter.”

“Ok mom, keep your knickers on. I was only larking about. But you have to admit I was right?”

“About what?”

“She’s not a young lady.”

“Well you should really have waited till tomorrow, but I guess that’s splitting hairs.”

“Don’t worry mom, that’s one thing I intent to do tomorrow. And it'll not just be her hairs I’ll be splitting.”

 

“Well young Leslie. Oh I keep forgetting, you’re not young. Anyway, young or old, I guess he’s right, but there’s still one thing you have to remember. I promised your mom there’d be no goings on between you and Gerry. Now, maybe if you want to play around with all the local men, that’s your business, but if I get so much as a hint that you and Gerry are getting up to anything, then I'll flay your hide myself, before I send you back to let your mom and dad deal with you. Is that clear?”

“Y. Y. Yes.”

She obviously meant what she said.

“Oh. And one other thing, my husband is also off limits. Got it?"

She was talking a lot calmer now, and seemed to have accepted what had just happened.

“Yes.”

“Right now you’d better get some soap on that sponge, and get his back washed before Gerry comes back and catches him playing with you. But before you do, you’d better get the buttons on the front of your dress undone up to your waist; otherwise you’ll get it soaked”

 

I unbuttoned my dress up to the top of my legs and let it fall either side of them.

“Where’s the soap?”

“It’s not back there. It landed in front of me, so it must be somewhere down here.”

I reached around his body, and ran my hand along the bottom of the tub looking for it. He put his hand in the water, and I thought he was going to help me. But no; he took hold of my hand, and swept it back towards his semi-limp cock, wrapping my palm around it. He now repeated his earlier action, sliding my hand up his length. It was firming-up in my hand, and lifting its head clear of the water. As he’d got me leaned towards him, he only needed to turn his head slightly, to enable him to whisper in my ear. His mom being at the range with the pans bubbling away would not have known he was talking to me.

“Remember what she said she’d do to you if she heard anything about you and Gerry? Well if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep wanking me until I say stop.”

 

Then he took his hand off mine, and placed one hand on the rim of the tub either side, and leaned back against me. I now had his fully erect cock in my hand, and in this laid-back position, only the lower part of it was in the water. I knew if I didn’t continue to wank it, that he’d tell her about finding me and Gerry in the stable. And I’d wanked him before. And she thought I was a slut anyway, so what the fuck. As I slid my hand up and down its length, I felt myself getting excited again. My hand increased its pace, and started making a splashing noise as it hit the water.

 

“Look mom. Why don’t you do this for me when you do my back?”

“Bloody hurry up about it, I don’t want any of the others coming back and catching you at it.”

“Hey mom is this getting you aroused?”

“Just get it over with.”

“It is. Isn’t it? Come-on mom, don’t be shy. If you come over here, I’ll lick your fanny for you.”

“You cheeky sod.”

“No seriously mom. I can see you’re getting wet by the way you’re shuffling your legs about. Come-on bring it here, licking you will make me come quicker.”

 

I was in full swing, loving the feeling of his big body in my arms and his big cock in my hand. I’d heard all this banter going on, but I never for one second thought he was serious. Then his mom walked across to the tub, put her hands up her dress, and pulled off her knickers. She straddled the tub, facing her son, lifted her dress.

“Come-on then. But be quick.”

She put the front of her dress over his head, and his face disappeared into her crotch.

 

It took about another five minutes before he was squirting his milky spunk. Most of it fell back into the bath water, but some had landed on his hairy body, and his mom’s legs. She had lifted herself from above the tub, and sat on a kitchen chair. Then shameless as you like, she lifted her leg high, putting her cunt on full display. She proceeded to gather up the spunk from her legs with her fingers, and put it straight in her mouth licking her fingers clean. Then as she looked my way she said.

“Well girl. You’ve milked the stuff. Don’t let it go to waste. There’s loads of it in the hairs on his chest. Get it licked up quick, we need to get on with setting the table.”

I was still in a semi-trance, just sitting there, limp cock in my hand.

 

“Be quick girl. Get round here and lick me clean. No don’t let my dick drop in the water, you can suck that first.”

 

I got up with some difficulty, trying to keep hold of his cock, and not letting my dress fall in the water. At the same time he was standing himself up, so by the time I was at the side of the tub, he was stood there for me to lick him. I started on his tummy, sucking the spunk that was matted into his pubic hair. Then his mom joined us saying,

“I’ll clean his chest, I’m sure he’d prefer you to suck his dick.”

I started with licking, but I was soon putting it in my mouth, and sucking on it.

“That’s enough of that my girl. I only said not to waste his spunk; I never said you should get him worked up again. I see what you mean about her. She’s insatiable, poor little Gerry wouldn’t stand a chance trying to keep her in check. Right we’d better get on we’re all behind now.”

 

She slipped her knickers back up, and said.

“You’d better slip upstairs, and put that spunk stained cammy in the wash basket, and get yourself a clean one on. And hurry up about it, cos you need to get back down here and get the table set.”

 

Then Adrian butted-in,

“I’ll take that, and I’ll find her a clean one while I’m up there getting changed. She can stop down here and get the table set for you.”

“That’s good thinking for once. I think releasing that load of cum has cleared his feeble little brain. In that case you can get started on setting the table.”

“Before she does that, I think it would be a good idea if she scoops the spunk out of the tub before dad gets back to have his bath.”

“God you’re right again. My; she has done you a power of good. Maybe you aught to get her to clean you out regularly. Come-on then Leslie, get an old cloth and make sure there’s no trace of his spunk in the tub.”

 

I did as I was told, but never for one minute did I think anyone else would have a bath in the water he just used. I was busy laying the table when Gerry walked in with a big basket filled to the top with eggs.

“There you are Aunt Betty; I think I’ve got them all.”

”Well done my lad. You’ve got more than I would have found, but there’s no way you’ve got them all. Its like when you try to clean yourself down without a mirror isn’t it Leslie, you always miss some.”

I suddenly realized the spunk was still in my hair. I turned away from Gerry, and said.

“Back in a second. Got to dash for a pee.”

 

There was no mirror out there, but I carefully ran my fingers through my hair until I’d completely got it all out. When I returned I continued getting things prepared for the meal, with Gerry helping me. But I’d noticed he kept giving me long looks, as though something was wrong. I was sure there must have been some spunk left somewhere on me. I didn’t want to have to explain anything like that to Gerry, but I had to know what it was that he was so interested in.

 

“What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Shh.”

Then he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t let Aunty hear us. But your nipples are standing up so hard, it looks like you’ve got no bra on.”

I whispered my answer back.

“It’s this camisole, it’s so thin.”

He didn’t question my answer, but he kept staring at my tits.

 

Then Adrian walk back into the room, he was like a different person, gone all the scruffy work clothes, now a smart clean shirt, no tie, but trousers with a neat ironed crease down the front. He looked quite hansom. As Gerry turned to talk to Aunty, Adrian pulled out a lovely silk camisole from his pocket, and held it up for me to see, quickly stuffing it back in his pocket before Gerry turned around.

 

“Hey Gerry. I don’t suppose you could do me a favour.”

“Yes. What is it?”

“I’ve left my backy tin and roller somewhere. I bet it’s either in the tractor I was using on the muck spreader, or somewhere on the bench in the workshop. But I’ve already got cleaned-up ready to go out. Be a pal and run across to the barn and see if you can find them.”

“Ok.”

“If you haven’t found them by the time you hear your Uncle come back, forget it, and come and get your tea,” said Aunty Betty.

 

As soon as he was out of the door.

“Come-on then girl, get that dress off. Let’s see what you look like in this.”

I unbuttoned my dress, and he helped me to take it off. Then he held out the top of this silk camisole for me to step into. This was nothing like the ones Aunty had sorted out for me. This had big flared leg holes like French knickers, and tiny thin shoulder straps. When I’d got it on, it hung away from my crotch, and the flared legs made it look like it was open like a short dress. Aunty had been watching me get into it.

 

“Where did you get that from?”

“Our Audrey’s old things.”

“She didn’t wear that till she was nineteen.”

“No, but she was fucking the local lads when she was fifteen, and married with a baby at eighteen. So she was no angel either.”

“That’s no way to talk about your sister.”

“Well who cares about her now. Come-on mom, you’ve got to admit it, this little bitch looks fucking stunning?”

“You’re right. She’s certainly got what you men go for. She’ll break some hearts before she’s done. Now get that dress back on before Gerry gets back.”

“He won’t be back till dad gets home.”

”How do you make that out?”

“Cos I’ve got my backy tin here, so he ain’t gonna find it out there.”

 

I got dressed, and completed the preparation for the meal.

“Is there anything else you need doing?”

“No lass. You can sit yourself down until we hear the men folk get back.”

“Come over here and sit on my knee.”

“Don’t start playing around with her again.”

“Now mom, don’t start interfering. A little bit of her fanny juice will act as an appetiser.”

 

I look towards her, hoping she’d somehow stop him, but she just mumbled.

“Well get on with it then, but don’t let that poor lad see what your doing to her.”

He drew me towards him with his finger, and I meekly walked across the kitchen and backed myself onto his knee. He just pulled my legs wide astride his own, lifted the front of my dress, and two of his fingers were probing my hole. Through the other leg his right hand was rubbing my clit in little circles. I resigned myself to his pleasure, and lay back against his chest. My cunt was soon producing sticky slime that allowed his two fingers to ram deep up inside me. I stretched my whole body, and as my head went back, it was leaning on his shoulder; I turned to him, and pushed my mouth to his. Our tongues mingled, and my body shook. The pleasure rippled up from my cunt, right through to my tongue. The wave was building, to what! I had no idea, but I knew something special was about to happen.

 

“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF.”

 

The whole moment was shattered by the dogs in the yard going absolutely mad. Adrian almost threw me off his knee, and I stood at the edge of the table hanging on for dear life, my legs so wobbly, I didn’t think they would hold my weight. Gerry was the first to come rushing through the door.

“Sorry Adrian, I couldn’t find it.”

“No problem it’ll turn up.”

Just then Uncle Harry walked in followed by the two other cousins.

 

There was a round of introductions; where I got to know which of the two cousins was which, Steve was about Adrian’s build, what I would have said was a big man. But Andrew was a giant, but appeared very withdrawn and hardly spoke a word. We all sat down to have the meal, the first topic of conversation was why Adrian was already cleaned up and ready to go out. And that then prompted Uncle Harry to say he wanted some more water putting on the range, as the bath Adrian had already used would be cold. Then they discussed the next days working, where Adrian was told he’d need to do the job Steve would have been tackling, while Steve sorted out the muck spreader.

 

After they’d finished their meal, Adrian asked Gerry if he wanted to listen to some records on his new record player. This was apparently one of the new ones that could take a stack of singles, and play them one after the other without you needing to touch it.

“Come-on Leslie, we’ve got to see this.”

“I’m sure she’s not interested in a silly gramophone, and anyway I need a hand with these dishes.”

I’d loved to have joined them in the parlour, to see this new record player, but instead I just replied.

“That’s alright Gerry; I’ll help your Aunty first. I’ll come and see it when we’ve got the washing-up done.”

 

Gerry and Adrian disappeared to play their music, and I started clearing the table.

“Perhaps she’d be better off with them, listening to the music?”

Said Harry to his wife.

“That’s ok for you to say; but I bet you’re not going to give me a hand with these pots?”

“It’s not that; you silly woman. I was meaning; I’m ready to have my bath now.”

“Well her being in here won’t stop you; you've got nothing she’s not seen before.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She never batted an eyelid when Adrian had his bath, and she even washed his back for him.”

 

“I hope he wasn’t larking about showing himself off to her?”

“You know our Adrian.”

“I’ll bloody sort that silly fool out later.”

“There’s nothing to sort out, she was encouraging him. She might look like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but I can tell you she’s not the little innocent she looks.”

Old Harry shrugged his shoulders, and said.

“Andrew, come and give me a hand with this tub.”

 

Andrew and Harry lifted the tub, and carried it outside to empty it. When he returned, Harry did the same as Adrian had done earlier, and tipped a couple of pans full of boiling water into the tub. Then after he’d added some cold.

“Right I’m going to get into the bath now.”

“Well get on with it, we don’t need an invitation to watch you. Men! Tut!”

While he was stripping I couldn’t resist the occasional glance back, but he kept faced away from us all the time. After he'd been washing for about five minutes.

“You gonna come and do my back?”

 

She looked at me; I was washing while she was drying the plates.

“Are you gonna do it for him, your hands are already wet.”

“Me? Do I have to?”

“What do you think Harry? Would you like Leslie to do your back?”

“I’m not sure her mom would approve.”

”I somehow think there’s a lot of things this little girl gets up to that her mom wouldn’t approve of, but I’m sure she won’t be telling her mom about them. Anyway that wasn't the question.”

“Well ok, providing she doesn't mind.”

“Go on then girl; but mind you keep to just washing his back. None of them shenanigans you were getting up to earlier.”

 

I knew by her glare this wasn't a request, but an instruction. As I got myself perched on the board I’d placed behind his back, I stretched my legs to straddle the bath, and sat myself down. Steve was sat at the table, and he had an un-interrupted view up my legs. I was about to dip the sponge into the water in the tub in front of me.

“What about your dress?”

Said Aunty waving her fingers at me.

“My dress?”

“Yes you silly girl. You’ll get the front all soaked. Undo the buttons.”

I dropped the sponge and soap into the water, and undid my buttons up to the top of my legs as before, letting it fall to the outside of my legs. Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. This camisole was so loose fitting, with such wide leg opening; he could obviously see my cunt, or at least part of it.

 

I had to put that from my mind, and get on with the job in hand. I reached down and picked up the sponge, but search as I may, the soap was not to be found.

“What are you doing back there, feeling my backside?”

“No. Sorry, I can’t find the soap.”

”Perhaps it’s somewhere round in front of me.”

Betty stomped across the kitchen, dipped her hand into the tub in front of Harry, and found the soap handing it to me.

“I said we’ll have none of those shenanigans, and that goes for you too Harry James!”

“I was only fooling around,” he said.

“Yes that’s what Adrian said, but the difference is you’re a married man.”

 

His back was soon washed, and sponged down, without incident. I stood up and started to fasten my buttons.

“Is it worth you doing them back up yet? Aren’t you going to do my back when I’m ready?”

Said Steve, giving me a wink.

I looked across to Betty.

“Looks like that’s your job from now on. Maybe they like your gentle hands; not my old rough ones.”

 

The old man stood up and dried himself with a towel, and then he was off up stairs. Steve now got a pan from the stove, and added some more boiling water to warm the bath back up slightly. Then he put the rest of the boiling water into a small hand-washing bowl. He then added some cold to get it to a usable temperature; he stood a chair alongside the tub, and put the bowl and a bottle of hair shampoo onto it. He’d noticed my quizzical look, as I’d been wondering what he was doing.

 

“It’s bad enough having to share the old git’s bath water to wash in, but there's no way I’ll use it to wash my hair.”

He stripped off, and turned to face where Betty and I were washing the dishes at the sink. Seeing movement behind me I instinctively glanced back, just in time to see him stood there with a semi-stiff cock drooping forward from his loins. Bette looked at me.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a quick look."

She then turned to Steve.

"And you can get yourself down into that tub and stop flaunting yourself.”

I said nothing, but just blushed again. He did as he was told and sat himself into the bath, then he called.

“Leslie.”

I answered without turning around, in case it was another ruse to get me to look at him.

“What?”

“Are you going to wash my hair for me?”

“Your hair? Why do you need me to do it?”

 

“He’s a big baby that’s why. I suppose it’s my fault for pandering to him. The first time he used that shampoo he got some in his eyes, and it made them sting. Ever since then, I’ve washed his hair, and he holds a flannel tight up to his eyes to stop the shampoo going in.

Being as he wants you to do his hair; you might as well do his back as well."

Then turning to Steve without asking me if I minded,

"Are you ready to have it washed?”

“Yes, ready and waiting."

She turned back to me and said.

“You go sort him out, I’ll do the rest of the dishes, otherwise if these two aren’t done by the time Harry gets down, he’ll be stomping around like a bear with a sore bum. He don’t like anything to hold-up his drinking time.”

 

I went to the bath tub, and knelt down by the side to wash his hair.

“No. You don’t want to do it like that, that’s a sure way to jigger your back in. Put the board in front of him, like you do when you wash their backs. But you’ll need it pulled up real close; you don’t need any room to get into the tub, the waters in the bowl on the chair.”

“But my dress, it won’t reach to the end of the bath to keep it out of the water?”

“You’ve already got it unbuttoned, just pull the loose material together and tie it up in a knot around your waist. There’s always a way if you think about it.”

 

So now I’m stood by the side of the bath, and I draw all the dress around from either side, and as she'd said, tied it in a knot in front of me. Then I stood there with naked legs, I stretch them wide across the tub, and sat down inches away from this man, who by now has got a stonking great hard sticking up well clear of the water.

“Now this is something I’ve got to see.”

Said Betty leaning with her back to the sink.

Both me and Steve spoke as with one voice.

“What?”

“What?”

“I’ve never managed to get his hair done without him using both hands to hold his flannel to his face. I wonder if he’ll still cover his eyes up with your little fanny winking at him.”

 

I blushed bright red again, and didn’t know what to do or say.

“Go on get on with his hair. I’m only ribbing you.”

Steve as she’d said, had got a flannel in his hand, and he’d wrung it tightly to make a short rope like thing. He lifted this up to his head, and held it against his forehead with one hand.

“Ok Leslie, you can start washing me now.”

I got some water from the bowl, soaked his head, then poured some shampoo out, and was just using both my hands to rub it into his scalp. Then I felt his other hand stroking gently on the inside of my thigh.

 

“See mom, like you said. There’s always a way if you think about it.”

I snapped at him,

“Steve! Pack it up.”

“What’s up with you? Sounds like you let our Adrian have a feel of it.”

Well yes this was true, but I'd let Adrian do it because he had caught me and Gerry in the stable. But this man had no kind of hold over me, and I didn’t see why I should pander to his wishes.

“Never you mind what anyone else did. You get your hand out of there.”

“Or what?”

I suddenly took both my hands which were covered in shampoo lather, and brought them across his face. I rubbed furiously into his eye sockets. He went ballistic, flailing his arms about, and knocking me flying across the kitchen floor. He rubbed his eyes with his wet flannel, and within seconds he had climbed naked out of his bath, and was grabbing hold of my wrists, dragging me to the table.

 

“No! Steve no! Aunty betty, stop him.”

“Looks like you’ve started something you can’t finish my girl. If you're gonna play games with the big boys, then you'll have to accept the consequences.”

He was now lifting me up onto the table, and pushing me down onto my back.

“Stop or I’ll scream!”

“If you make a fucking sound I’ll hit you that hard, you’ll wake-up in next week. You stop struggling now or I’ll fucking kill you.”

 

He meant every word; I froze, and lay back on the table, my arms motionless at my side. My legs were now still, and they dangled over the edge of the table.

“That's better. Now let’s see this little fanny properly.”

He took the gusset of the cammy in two hands and was about to rip it open.

“Hey! Stephen. There’s no cause to go ripping that lace camisole, it doesn’t belong to her. If you’re gonna fuck her, that’s one thing. But all you need to do is ease it across to one side, there’s a good boy.”

He released his grip, and tugged the gusset quite roughly across to one side. He stood there looking at it.

“Come-on then lad, if you're gonna give her one; get a move on, before your dad gets down.”

 

“Please Aunty betty. Please stop him.”

He was now playing with my cunt, poking his fingers in and out, and my cunt was getting wet.

“Its too late now my girl, you got him aroused, now you’ve got to satisfy him.”

I started crying, and trying to beg at the same time.

“Please. Sob. Please. Sob. No don’t do it to me please. Sob.”

“Stop your blubbing, you ain’t no virgin.”

“I am. I’ve never done it with anyone. Please don’t.”

“Too fucking bad, your virgin days are over.”

 

His hands took hold under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them high. As he thrust his hips towards me, I knew this was it. Then he was gone! And as he’d flown sideways, his hands on my legs had spun me around on the table. I slipped over the side and fell to the floor. As I Looked across, there on the floor a few feet away, Steve was laid out cold. A pair of big hands encircled my waist, and lifted me gently to my feet.

“Are you ok? Our Steve shouldn’t behave like that. Here dry your eyes, then go and join Gerry.”

Wow! Talk about being saved by the cavalry. That was Andrew. It was the first time I’d heard him speak. He must have hit Steve, and knocked him out cold with one blow.

“Steve. Come-on Steve. What have you done to him? There was no need for that. And you. You silly girl. Do as Andrew says. Get out of my sight, and go join that boyfriend of yours before I lay a strap to you.”

She was sitting on the floor holding Steve’s head, and mopping him with a cold wet flannel. I did as she’d said, and rushed to the other room.

 

I sat alongside Gerry and we listened to records until Andrew put his head around the door, and called Adrian.

“Come-on. Dads ready to go.”

“Bye for now. You’ll be tucked up in bed by the time we get back. So I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

“Bye. I wish I was old enough to go with them. Its no fun being the only man left here.”

We heard the back door slam shut, and all the real men were now gone.

 

“Ok you can turn that bloody rubbish off. My program’s on the radio in five minutes. And you can get off that sofa; I want you two to sit on separate chairs.”

As he got up to move to the chair, Gerry whispered in my ear.

“Jesus. Who’s been upsetting her?”

“Shh. She’ll hear you.”

We both sat there all evening in separate chairs, listening to some old stuff on the radio. When it eventually got to ten O’clock, and she said.

“Right you pair. Time for bed.”

We were both that fed-up and bored, it was a relief.

 

As we went up stairs, she followed us.

“There’s a chamber pot under both your beds, so there’s no excuse for you to be down from the attic, or you to be wandering about. Is that understood?”

“Yes Aunty Bette.”

We both gave the same reply.

Gerry went off up to the attic, and she followed me to her room.

“There’s a night dress in the bottom draw, but I’m sure it’ll be far too warm tonight. You’ll be better-off natural.”

 

“Thank you Aunty. Please Aunty; you said you’d explain to me why I can’t go out tomorrow?”

“I’m not so sure any more, after seeing you larking about with our Adrian, I’m thinking maybe he’s right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well with the way your mom described you, I hadn’t expected you to be so forward, you know, sex wise. I guess you realise tomorrow you’ll be old enough to have sex; all legal like?”

I blushed as I replied.

“Yes, I know.”

“So does that mean you also know that every randy village lad who knows it’s your birthday will be chasing you to get into your knickers?”

Well I of course, thought she meant now I’m a woman and not just a little school girl, they’d all be chatting me up to get a feel or fuck me; but only if I’d let them. Well that is no different from back at home, only in the town they’ve been trying that since I was around thirteen!

I again blushed as I replied.

“Yes, but that’s flattering, and in a way, exciting.”

 

“You’re happy about being the prey, and you like the idea of being chased, even if Gerry isn’t allowed to be one of the hunters?”

“What, you mean Gerry won't be allowed out?”

“Well I promised your mom I’d make sure nothing went on between you and Gerry."

“If he’s got to say indoors, then I won’t go out either.”

“So despite your larking about with my Adrian, you have got some feelings for Gerry?”

“I love him.”

“Love him! So what was all that larking around with my lad? Is it a case of what Gerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and you’ve taken a shine to my Adrian.”

I couldn’t tell her the truth, so I had to let her think I fancied Adrian. I put on a coy look, bowed my head and replied with an answer I thought she’d like.

“Adrian is so good looking, and he’s big and strong. Anyway, were not gonna be here long, and like you say, what Gerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

 

“But if I don’t let Gerry out tomorrow, you’ll stop in with him?”

“Yes, I can’t leave Gerry in on his own.”

“Ok I guess I’ll have to let him join the hunters. My Adrian would never forgive me if I robbed him of a chance to get into your knickers.”

I thought, 'now she knows Gerry and I are going to have sex together, Adrian will no longer have a hold over me.'

“Oh thank-you Aunty. But you won’t tell my mum?”

“No I guess like Gerry; what your mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. But what about Gerry, does he know my boys will be chasing you?”

Once again I interpreted this question in the wrong context. Not wanting to brag, but this last twelve months, going out with Gerry, I’ve had loads of boys asking for dates, and Gerry has known he’s had competition.

“Gerry is used to it; he thinks it’s good when other boys fancy me, cos he knows I’m his girl, so it boosts his self-confidence.”

 

“So can I take it you’ve decided you're going out to face the hunters?”

What I’d decided to do was to go out to the barn with Gerry, and let him make love to me, now Adrian had nothing to blackmail me with, his hopes of getting anything more than a smile were like Steve’s, a big zero.

“Oh yes, so long as Gerry is allowed out.”

“Well in that case, as long as you know what to expect out there, and your not gonna come back crying about loosing your virginity. But if you regret it later and go bleating to your mom, I’ll swear blind I told you to stop indoors.”

Thinking about fulfilling my promise to Gerry, I replied.

“Oh I won’t; I’ve thought about this day for some weeks now, and I know I’m ready.”

“Ok lass, you’re only sixteen once in your life; you might as well make the most of it.”

“Thank-you Aunty, I wasn’t looking forward to stopping in all day.”

 

“Do you like the feel of the silk cammy Adrian sorted out for you?”

“Oh yes. It feels so soft against my skin.”

“As tomorrows a special day, I’ll let you wear another one of our Audrey’s silk cammies. But I know how impatient lads can be, and I don’t like the thought of nice undies like that getting ripped, so I’ll find you out an open one.”

“Open?”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

She produced a camisole from the set of draws, it was stunning. All lace, with the prettiest of frills around the hem. And I say hem, because this was more like a long vest or what I’d call an under-slip. It was completely open underneath.

“Won't I need knickers on with it?”

“Oh no my dear, that would totally destroy the impression. And besides, we both know even if you put a pair of knickers on in the house, they'll be off as soon as you reach the barn. But if you still want something, I'm sure I'll be able to find an old pair of Audrey’s cotton ones, so it won't matter if they get ripped or lost.”

“No, if you say its ok me going out without anything on. Like you say, they might get ripped or something.”

 

I knew my mum would kill me if she knew, but she'd kill me if she'd known about any part of this conversation.

"Ok, now lets sort you out a nice sexy dress; you’re ok wearing them short?”

I could hardly say what I was thinking, ‘yes I like the way it makes men look at me’, and so I said.

“Yes. Like you said its cooler when they’re short. And it isn’t like there’s anyone but Gerry gonna see me here on the farm.”

The dress she produced was also very sexy, mainly because it was really for a girl about half my height. It was made in one long piece of material, with a hole to put your head through. Then the front and back panels joined each other at the sides starting under the arms. Held together with little lace ribbons, that tied together every six inches. They were so fiddly to do up, especially the ones under the arms. She helped me, and I was soon looking in the full length wardrobe mirror.

"Well my girl, you'll knock e'm all dead when they catch sight of you dressed like that."

It was so short even the lace frill on the hem of the camisole was showing.

 

"Are you sure I’m ok going out with so much leg showing."

"If you don’t like it, I’ll find you something else. I just thought it was more practical. If you do get chased, and you’re not looking to be caught, your legs aren’t restricted like in a skirt. But it’s also handy once you’ve let someone catch you, making it easier to climb up into the hay loft. But mainly, it’ll attract the lads, and I’m assuming that’s the main reason you’re going out tomorrow.”

I was more than a little nervous about anyone seeing so much leg, and knew if I so much as stooped or lent forwards, I would be showing all I’ve got! Then I thought, but her sons will all be out working on the fields, so it will only be my Gerry who'll see me. And if I'd backed out now, I thought it would make me appear childish, so I apprehensively went along with her choice.

“Yes, you’re right; I bet Gerry’s eyes will pop out. But you won’t tell my mum, or Gerry’s dad?”

“No lass, you’re on holiday, and what goes on down here on the farm, stops here on the farm.”

 

“Speaking of which, I’ll mix you up two potions; you’ll take one glass before you go out in the morning, and one before bed tomorrow night.”

“What’s that for?”

“We can’t have you going home with a little Adrian growing in your belly; your mom would soon be up in arms.”

I thought, 'now you know about me and Gerry, then Adrian has no hold over me, so he has no more chance than Steve of getting in between my legs. But I thought if I told her that, then she might get annoyed knowing we'd been mucking around already. So I decided to let her carry on thinking I was keen on Adrian.

“But I never said I’d let him shoot it inside me.”

“Accidents happen; better to be safe than sorry.”

“Does it work?”

“Oh yes my girl, but I’ll warrant you wouldn’t want to take it every day.”

“Why?”

“They both taste foul when you’re drinking them, and the morning one leaves your mouth tasting and smelling very similar to a fanny on heat. But the night-time one is the worst, it causes pains like period pains only more severe, and you’ll be on the chamber pot for a good hour until it’s flushed your womb clean of the day’s activities.”

“I don’t like the sound of that, and I’m not going to let anyone shoot inside me, so do I still have to take it?”

“Yes you do, I’m not having any of your shenanigans coming back to haunt me. So no medicine, no rumpy.”

“Ok, I suppose it makes sense.”

“Right get that lot off, and get yourself off to bed, the men-folk will be home soon.”

 

 

She left me to get off to bed, and I stripped naked, and was soon under the sheet. Within minutes my fingers were in my cunt, and I played with myself until I’d dropped of to sleep. The day had been so eventful, a dream was certain to happen. And it surely did. How it started I don’t know, this is often the case with dreams, but I was laid on my back, legs wide open, and Andrew (Not my boyfriend Gerry) was sucking on my nipple, my left one. I kept thinking, why doesn’t he do what Gerry had done, and go from one to the other in turn. At the same time, he was ramming his fingers up my cunt, and I was thrusting myself up towards him. Then he was ready to fuck me, I only sensed this, as he’d stopped sucking my nipple, and I’d felt him lifting under my knees to stretch me wide. Any second I was expecting his cock to open my cunt and take my virginity.

 

“Come-on Harry love. No you don’t want to do that. Come-on be a good lad now, I’ve got plenty of lovely wet fanny for you.”

It was Aunty Bette's voice!

I thought, 'What the fucking hell is she doing in my dream?'

Then I could feel his body weight lifting off me, I opened my eyes. It was pitch black so I still couldn’t tell what was happening. Gradually I could make out two shapes.

“Its ok love, he's had a bit too much beer, I think he just got in the wrong bed. I'll get him back to my bed, you just go back to sleep.”

Sleep. Who was she kidding? She'd let Uncle Harry get himself worked up by fondling me, and now she’d got him back to her bed, where he was ramming her for all he was worth. The bed was creaking and moaning, springs twanging. When he eventually cum his spunk, she was laid there moaning in ecstasy.

 

From a bedroom the other end of the landing I recognised Steve's voice.

“Thank fucking god for that, I thought you pair were gonna be at it all night.”

”Less of your cheek my lad or I’ll not let Leslie out tomorrow.”

I was busy having a little giggle at the remark that had come from the bedroom, but her reply had me thinking the only reason she was allowing me out was to let her own sons get a chance to fuck me. Now I could maybe understand why she might think I'd go with Adrian, but Steve, no way. Still thinking about the relevance of this, I drifted off to sleep again.

 

To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub. Well that Shakespeare certainly knew his words. I slept, and I dreamt, and boy did I rub. My fingers were rubbing my clit and I was moaning. Old Harry was asleep, I could hear him snoring, but I knew that she was awake, and could hear me. I was doing it as much to annoy her as I was to excite myself. But as I say, I eventually dropped to sleep, and dreamt again. Dreams this time were mainly about having multiple lovers, like I’d mused earlier in the day. Both tits were being sucked at the same time, and someone was kissing with a tongue down my throat, while I was also being fucked.

 

Then I heard noises, and realized this had just been a dream, and I could see the old man stood by the side of his bed, scratching his balls. Now I remember, I was on the farm, and that was Harry stood there. I squinted my eyes, so I could watch him, without him knowing, and I lay motionless. He pulled at this cock, and then turned and bent down. I almost wished I hadn’t looked; his big hairy arse was nothing to turn you on. Then he pulled out from under the bed a big china potty, and he placed it on the floor in front of him, he now stood there holding his cock out, and started to pee. And he continued to pee, and pee, and pee. Was it ever going to stop? I could feel myself wanting one, and I thought if he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to have to get out of bed. Then it dwindled to a trickle, and he gave it a couple of shakes, and pulled it a few times. That was it, now he got dressed, and disappeared downstairs.

 

I quickly got out of bed, and jumped onto the potty that I’d pulled from under my bed, and as I let it flow, the relief was wonderful. I’d been in such a hurry; I’d pulled the potty from where it was under the end of the bed, and sat straight down on it. I hadn't looked around the room, and I certainly hadn't realized Adrian had been stood by the other side of my bed, meaning he was now stood directly behind me! The pee had only just started to flow, and I’d just breathed out, when I felt a hand under my cunt, and at the same time another one wrapped around my breast, cupping one of my tits. I momentarily stopped peeing. And spun my head.

 

It was Adrian, and for some unknown reason, I felt a sigh of relief, and relaxed. Why do I feel so comfortable and sexually aroused by this man? Anyway, it was pointless trying to get up, or fight him off. My pee started to flow again, and he fingered me all the time. As soon as I’d stopped, he put his fingers to his mouth.

 

“No Adrian. Please don’t do that. That’s horrible.”

”Don’t be silly. Your wee is like wine. I can’t wait to have you sitting above me, and pissing into my mouth.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I not only would, but I will. Come-on get off that potty, I’ll show you.”

I got to my feet, and stood naked in front of him, and I have no idea why, but I didn’t feel embarrassed at all. But then he picked up the potty, and put the rim to his mouth.

“No please. Don’t.”

He held it back down.

“OK, if I don’t drink it can I fuck you?”

“No.”

“If I DO drink it, can I?”

“No. I’m saving myself for Gerry. I promised him he’d be my first lover.”

 

“So does that mean you’re going out today?”

“Yes.”

“Has mom told you what that means?”

“Yes, she said maybe you were right about me being old enough to decide for myself.”

"I knew you were a hot piece of fanny when I caught you and Gerry in the stable yesterday. And then the way you took to wanking my cock, just confirmed it. I bet you and Gerry are going to sneak back up into the loft in the stables?”

“Yes how did you know?”

“It’s a pretty obvious place. You know I’m going to fuck you as well, don’t you?”

At this point it suddenly came back to me; his mum knows about Gerry and me, so I no longer need to do what this man tells me. But I thought I’d bide my time before pointing this out to him.

“I’d already got the idea that you’d try.”

 

“No, it won’t be a case of just trying. I'm supposed to be gathering wood down at the Hazel copse, and my dad will be watching me while he's ploughing the upper fields. So although he’d know if nobody was working there, so long as there is someone down there, he won't know who it is. I’ve told Gerry to be down at the Hazel copse for ten O’clock, that way; it'll give me a chance to get back up here to fuck you.”

The fact he’d arranged something like that with Gerry’s agreement stunned me for a second.

“You mean Gerry knows you’re coming back to fuck me?”

“Well I haven’t put it into words, but he knows I’m not coming back to wash the dishes.”

“And he’s agreed?”

“He had no choice, and neither have you. Unless that is, you want me to tell mom what you and him are up to?”

Then I played my trump card.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, your mum knows I’m gonna let Gerry make love to me!”

I said smugly,

“She’s even going to give me some stuff to stop me getting pregnant.”

 

“If that’s true, then why would Gerry agree?”

“He doesn’t know yet, your mum told me after he’d gone up to bed.”

“So it changes nothing, he’ll do as he’s told to save you getting into trouble, and you won’t tell him any different to save him from getting a beating.”

“What do you mean a beating?”

“Don’t look so surprised. Surely you knew from yesterday that I’d stop at nothing to fuck you today. And don’t tell me you don’t want it, because that fanny of yours is begging for it.”

“Please, don’t hurt Gerry.”

“That my girl is in your hands; do as you’re told, and we all get what we want. Anyway, I’m letting Gerry take first bite at it, so you should both be grateful.”

“I think you’re bluffing, you wouldn’t dare hit Gerry.”

“What that pip-squeak, I could crush him with my little finger.”

“But you’re scared of your dad, and he’d come down on you like a ton of bricks if you bullied Gerry like that.”

“Don’t be so silly, I'd make it look like he’d had an accident, they happen all the time on the farm with all this dangerous machinery about.”

 

“You wouldn’t?”

“I not only would, but if anything stops your Gerry getting down to the copse by ten, then, I will.”

“So you’re saying that Gerry has only got until ten, then you’re coming back to take over, and I have no say in the matter?”

“That’s about summed it up. And make no mistake, his help or not, I’m coming back, and willing or not, you're gonna get fucked.”

“But I’ve never done it before; I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it a second time straight away, I might need a little time to recover.”

“If Gerry has anything about him, he should be able to fuck you at least three times before he’s all fucked-out. But you; you’ll see him and me off, and then still want more.”

“Don’t say things like that. The way you talk anyone would think I was a tart or something.”

“Don’t be so sensitive, nobody is calling you a tart, but you can’t hide the fact that one touch, and your fanny gets wetter than our bulls nose.”

Even in the midst of all these threats, a picture of that bull in the pen with its big nostrils dripping and steaming came to mind, and I couldn’t help grinning. Adrian could see my smirk, and he said.

“That was funny wasn’t it?”

And at that we both started laughing; maybe it was a release of tension, cos I was nervous as hell.

 

“Come-on love, it isn’t that bad, you know you want a good fucking, and that really is all that’s gonna happen. So get yourself up and dressed, and before I go off to the spinney, I’ll show you both a more secret place to bed down. But we don’t want to be seen going out there together, so you and Gerry meet me in the old brick house next to the stable.”

I by now had reluctantly resigned myself to complying with his demands, but only to protect my Gerry.

“Is that the one where the bull enclosure is?”

“That’s the one. Now you get dressed, and get Gerry out there by eight, or I’ll get slaughtered by dad if I’m not down at that copse.”

“Ok see you later.”

 

I put on the camisole and dress, and it took for ever to tie the ribbons. I walked down the stairs, stood outside the kitchen door, took a deep breath, and then walked into where everybody else was already seated at the table. All eyes fixed themselves in my direction, and then old Harry spoke.

“My God! She looks stunning. You’ve obviously decided you’re going out today? Well the local lads are going to be swarming round you like bees on a jam-pot. I’ll tell you what Gerry my lad, if she was my girl I’d keep her locked in the cupboard under the stairs all day.”

“Now Harry, that's up to Leslie to decide, and if Gerry doesn't like it, that's his problem. It’s her sixteenth birthday, and she'll not get another one. Anyway aren’t you forgetting what day you met me on?”

This was beginning to unnerve me a bit, it was as if they were expecting every boy in the neighbourhood to be milling around the farm chatting me up.

 

After breakfast Harry and his sons all left the house to start their days work. Once they'd gone, I said to Gerry.

“Are you ready to go out?”

“Ready and willing,” came his swift reply. Then he turned to Aunty.

“Ok Aunty Bette, we’re off out, see you about dinner-time.”

“You carry on Gerry lad, I just want a quick word with Leslie on her own, she’ll catch-up with you in a minute.”

Once he'd left, she called me to the welsh dresser, and handed me a glass. The liquid in it looked milky, but very thick, almost like cream. It tasted foul, but she kept putting it back to my mouth until I’d drunk every drop.

“Ok lass, I want an honest answer, are you really a virgin?”

I blushed as I answered.

“Yes Honest.”

“Remember how I told you it wasn’t wise to wear delicate undies out there today; because the lads will be in a rush to get at your fanny, well for the same reason, you’ll be needing some of this.”

She had dipped her fingers into a jar of Vaseline (Petroleum Jelly), and she was holding her fingers out to show me.

I again blushed as I realised she meant I needed it rubbing into my cunt.

“Come-on, open your legs, this’ll make the first fuck go easier. They’ll not have time to get you aroused before they take their pleasure.”

I opened up my legs, and she proceeded to work the fingers all around, not only my cunt, but even up into the crevice of my bottom. I’m ashamed to admit, as she was working around the front of my slit, I started to get aroused. But as soon as she saw the expression on my face changing, she pulled her hand away and said.

“Bloody hell, Adrian was right; you are ripe. Much more of that and the dogs will be mounting you before you get across the yard.”

 

She went to the sink, and as she started to wash her hands, I asked.

“Can I go now?”

“Your eager, just give me a minute to dry-up here, I’ve a question for you before you go out.”

She picked up the towel and walk back to where I stood.

“Now before you go outdoors, I’ll ask you once more; are you sure about loosing your virginity?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“And once your Gerry has had his fill, you know both Adrian and Steve will take turns with you.”

I knew Adrian was going to come back from the fields to fuck me, and she thought I fancied him anyway, so I replied.

“I’ll let Adrian make love to me, but I’m not going to let Steve.”

 

“Ha ha.”

She began to laugh.

“This I’ve got to see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you don’t think you can out run him, or fight him off once he’s caught you?”

“No, but I don’t fancy him.”

“Fancy him? I thought you said you understood? Once you go out there you don’t get to pick and choose who can and who can’t fuck you.”

I was totally confused and I guess it showed in the look on my face.

“What do you mean?”

“I explained last night. If you go outside on your sixteenth, all the lads, and that includes men as well if they’re agile enough to catch you, can have their way with you, and you can't refuse any of them.”

“I thought...”

“Never mind what you thought, my girl. It looks like it’s a good job I did double check. Let me explain again so there’s no mistake. By going out today you’re joining the hunt, but not as a hunter, you're the Quarry. The local lads call it hunt the cunt, any man who catches you has the right to a fuck. So until mid-night comes, you are in season. Obviously it’s now frowned upon by some people, and its maybe not truly legal. But in this area it’s as good as law, and the local bobby would laugh at you if you went to him and said someone had fucked you today. That’s why I dressed you like that, and dosed you up with potion. If you go out now, I won’t expect to see you again before mid-night. And when you arrive home, I'll be expecting your belly to be full of spunk.”

 

“Don’t look so shocked, you told me you knew the lads would be chasing you, and you found that flattering.”

“But I never realised.”

“Well now you do know, are you stopping in?”

“I I think I will.”

“It’s your choice, but don’t think I’ll let Gerry get his oats if you’re going to starve my Steve.”

“Starve Steve, what do you mean?”

“Well I guess Adrian will make sure he catches you some time during next week when I’m not around, and as you’ve taken a shine to him, I guess he’ll do the honours regarding your virginity. And like as not, he’ll make sure you get satisfied regular. But judging by your behaviour yesterday, I guess you’ll cry rape if poor old Steve tries the same. So as far as I’m concerned, I’ll watch Gerry like a hawk, and he’ll not get so much as a feel of your tits while you’re here on my farm.”

“But I daren’t go out, knowing every man in the local district can rape me, and I have no protection.”

 

“Well stop in then; but think about it, there is only Gerry, old Harry, and my boys who know you’re in season. Gerry and Adrian are already on your list. Harry will try, but unless you’re in a generous mood, there’s no way he’ll catch you. And poor Andrew, bless his heart, wouldn’t hurt a fly; so unless you actually took him by the hand and asked him, he’ll not touch you. So by my reckoning, Steve is the only one not on your list. And for the life of me I can't see what he’s done to rile you.”

“What, you don’t think trying to rape me yesterday was wrong?”

 

“Wrong, yes. But understandable if you know about men.”

“Know about men, I’ve never known any other man to behave like that.”

“So you’ve spread your legs and flashed your naked wet fanny at other men, and they’ve just shook hands like perfect gentlemen, not attempting to touch you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well look at it from his point of view, he’s a normal healthy, good-looking man, and his first impression of you was a ripe cherry, unbuttoning her dress, to reveal her wet fanny while you washed his dads back. Then you brazenly watched as he undressed until he’d sat down in the bath. Then when he asked you to wash his hair, you walked across to him, spread your legs directly in front of his face, this time not only letting him see your goodies, but at that distance I guess he could smell and almost taste you. All this, even though you could see you’d aroused him and he was ready for action. It was obvious to him Adrian had already been playing with your fanny, and as soon as he tried the same you rubbed shampoo in his eyes, knowing I’d told you it was his phobia. I’m not one bit surprised he decided to give you a fucking, no court in the land would call that rape; you led him on all the way.”

 

I’d slumped down into a kitchen chair, and as she re-told last nights events from Steve’s point of view; I began to think maybe I was partly to blame, or if not me, then her, for telling me to do those things. But Steve would just have thought that I was a slut, and I was teasing him.

“What’s up, cat got your tongue?”

“No, I was just thinking. I don’t know what to do.”

“I went out on my sixteenth, only in my case, all the local lads knew my age. After seventy-five, I lost count of the number of times I was had. But I fucked old and young alike. One old man was sixty-five, and I had to ride myself on top of him. His cock was nothing to write home about, but the smile on his face made it all worthwhile. His wife had died ten years before, and that was his first fuck for fifteen years. Don’t tell a soul, but when he died two years later, I got five thousand pounds from his will. Not even his own children knew about that, they thought he’d died penniless. But back to you, make your mind up, if you go out now, I’d expect Gerry, Adrian and Steve to be taking turns all day. And if he gets the chance, old Harry will try. Like I said, Andrew will only touch you if you ask him. So unless you start broadcasting your age, by my reckoning, you’ll have a very gentle breaking-in.”

 

I knew Gerry would be distraught if he didn’t get chance to fuck me while we were here. And then there was Adrian; regardless of going out today, I believed he would carry out his threat to hurt Gerry, if I didn’t let him fuck me. So I could be in a situation where Adrian had not only taken my virginity, but was, as she put it, satisfying me regularly. And if Steve found out, he’d probably use the same threat to get his share. That would leave my Gerry as the one who was being left-out. It looked more and more like going out was my only option.

“Ok, I’ll go out.”

“Right remember, don’t let anyone know it’s your birthday. Unless that is, you find you like being fucked, and Gerry plus my four men folk aren’t man enough to satisfy your craving. But be warned, once you let the genie out of the bottle, you can’t put him back. If the news gets out, they’ll come from miles around, it isn’t like my day, these days, they’ve got phones to pass around the information, and cars and motorbikes to get here. So where as I had maybe nearly a hundred, you’ll have them queuing up and as one finishes, and other will be mounting you.”

 

“Don’t worry Aunty, I wont tell a soul.”

So off I went, and as soon as I got outside, I could feel the breeze blowing around my crotch. Not that it was cold, just it felt strange, I can never remember being outside without something covering my crotch before. I trotted briskly across the yard, and into the brick house, where Gerry was waiting.

“Where the fuck have you been, what took you so long?”

“Sorry your Aunty just wanted some help with something.”

“What?”

“Nothing you’d want to know about, just women’s problems.”

“Ok, if you’re not gonna tell me.”

As He took my hand and led me through the building, he continued.

“Anyway, you wait till I show you this, it’ll really impress you. Have you noticed how low the roof is in this brick house?”

“Not really.”

“Well if you look from outside, the roof is as tall as the stable next door. So this is not the full height of the building, there’s a loft in here like in the stable. But this loft runs the whole length of the building.”

”So?”

 

By now we’d reached the wall of the bull enclosure, and the bull sensing we were there charged against the gate.

“CRASH.”

The gate rattled on it hinges, and both Gerry and I leapt backwards. Gerry stepped across to the wall and picked up an old pole that had been leaning against it. He brought it across to where I stood at the edge of the enclosure, and with a big smile on his face said.

“Just move to one side and watch this.”

He used his hand to usher me to one side, then he reached up with the pole he’d picked up, and poked through a hole in the roof timbers about halfway across the bull pen. We heard a whining noise, and a concealed trap door lowered from the roof. This stopped when it was leaning down at an angle towards the floor. Then another noise started, and a ladder started lowering itself down towards us. It hit the ground about two feet outside the bull enclosure.

“Clever or what? Go on, I’ll follow you, but be careful, and hold on tight to the side rails. You don’t want to fall in there with that fucking bull.”

 

I nervously climbed the ladder, and within a few steps I got a gasp of breath from Gerry.

“God Leslie! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Are you complaining?”

He never answered; I assumed the noise the bull was making must have drowned out my reply. Before I’d climbed off the top of the ladder, Gerry was making his way rapidly up the steps to join me. As soon as he’d stepped from the ladder onto the attic floor, Gerry hit the up button on the wall and the ladder began to rise again. As the ladder stopped, the trap door closed, and we were alone in our little haven. This was a massive area, and it had been used for this kind of thing before. We could tell this because of the old mattress on the floor over to one side. It was in a filthy condition, but at least it was somewhere soft to lie down. Up here there was no chance of anyone finding us, unless they knew of this secret hiding place.

 

I took off my dress, and hung it on an old nail, then removed my cammy. Gerry was stripping off as well. We didn’t need to rush, we had plenty of time, and I wanted this to be good. We walked together, and wrapped our arms around each other. We kissed, and then he walked me backwards to the mattress. He lowered me down, and then stood back up at the end of the mattress. He stood looking down at me, and I slowly opened my legs wide. He knelt down, placed his mouth to mine, we kissed, and our tongues mingled. There was a sweet scent of apple blossom in the air, and a soft hint of music drifted on the breeze.

HANG ON A MINUTE.

It wasn’t like that at all! No that was how I’d wanted my first time to be.

 

Oh I remember, he hit the button to raise the ladder, grabbed hold of my wrist, and about dragged me to this old mattress, where he pushed me down. Within seconds his jeans and pants were off, and he was forcing his cock at my hole. It was a good job that Aunty had rubbed all that Vaseline on my cunt, so even though he hadn't attempted to aroused to me, it still went up without too much force. There wasn’t any ripping sensation, like virgins are supposed to feel, but I guess I’d been fingered that many times, that what ever was going to rip, had already gone.

 

Now I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy his thrusting away at me, but I did feel disappointed he hadn’t at least given me a kiss. I was just getting over my initial reluctance, and starting to get into the swing of things. My cunt must have started making fresh juices, and my hips started lifting to meet his thrusting. Then I realized he was pulling out.

“No fuck me more.”

But out he pulled, and he knelt there wanking the cum from his cock. It spurted out, and landed all over my tummy. I wanted to tell him to shoot it up inside me, but then I'd have to explain that Aunty knew about us, so instead, I kept quiet.

 

I sat myself up and using my fore finger, I collected it up and licked my finger clean.

“Err! What do you think your doing?”

“Drinking your cum.”

I replied still scooping it up and licking my fingers.

“That looks horrible.”

“Well it tastes lovely, so come here and let me suck your cock.”

I went forward toward him, but he recoiled away.

“Hey! That’s not fair. I let you fuck me; the least you can do is let me lick all that lovely spunk off your cock.”

“Leslie. I’ve never seen you behaving like this before.”

“Well you started it. You said I was old enough to fuck.”

I grabbed around his waist, and pulled him to me. I started licking all the cum from around his cock, then I put it in my mouth, and started sucking it.

 

“Oh god Leslie. That feels good.”

He was now getting stiff again, and in no time at all had a usable erection. I just lay back on the mattress, and he got back on top of me. This time I was more aroused, and I rode back at his every thrust. I don’t think his cock had grown larger, but it did feel as though it was doing more for me now. Maybe because I was relaxed and wanting him. This fuck took at least three times as long as his first attempt, but although I was enjoying the sensation, there was no big explosion of fireworks, or sensation of rockets taking off. He pulled out as he’d done last time, but this time I was ready. I dashed to his cock, and got my lips around it, letting him wank his warm spunk into my mouth.

 

Once I’d finished licking his cock clean, he lay back on the mattress. I got on my hands and knees, and was about to put his cock back in my mouth to revive him again.

“Hang on a minute Leslie. Don’t start yet. Come and have a cuddle.”

I know I like having a cuddle, but right now I wanted fucking again (perhaps Adrian's prediction about me was right). I did as he’d asked, and lay alongside him. His arm was wrapped around me, and he kissed me.

"Err fucking hell. Your mouth tastes like raw fish!"

I couldn't tell him it was the potion Aunty had given me, so I replied.

"It’s your spunk, I think it tastes lovely."

 

“Well rather you than me, and if your gonna lick my cum again, you can forget kissing."

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

Then I tried to change the subject.

"Did you enjoy your first fuck?"

"Fucking yes, it was fucking great. Did you like it?”

“Yes, course I did. You were great, and so is this cock of yours.”

At that point I reached down and took hold of his cock.

 

“No Leslie, just give me a few minutes. Haven't you had enough yet? I've fucked you twice.”

“Course it was enough. I just thought being as you’ve been on about it for so long, that maybe you’d want to keep fucking until its time for you to go for Adrian. We've only got until Ten O'clock.”

“Steady on there Leslie. I can’t keep fucking you for two hours! In any-case, you don’t want to have it too many times.”

“Why are you getting bored with it already?”

“No, but when I go down to see Adrian, you know he plans to come back here to find you?”

“I know, all the more reason you should do me as many times as you want before you go for him.”

“But he said he’s gonna fuck you when he comes back.”

 

I know it’s wicked, but even though I already knew this, I taunted Gerry pretending it had come as a surprise.

“Fuck me? I never agreed to that.”

“But I thought you realised, he says if I don’t go and take his place, and you don’t let him, he’ll blow the whistle on us, then we’ll really be in trouble.”

“So you agreed?”

“I had no choice.”

“You could have told him to get lost, and then waited until we got back home.”

He dropped his head in shame.

“Sorry, I never thought. But anyway, he’d have told about finding us up in the stable yesterday.”

“Yes, you’re right. Well in that case I guess I’ll just have to lay back and let him fuck me.”

“I’m sorry; I’d stop him if I could.”

“Don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be alright.”

 

“So is it better if I don’t fuck you again, so you’re not too worn out when Adrian gets here?”

Little did he know, but I was now just about at the point that Adrian had got me to yesterday with his tit fuck. I’d had my starter, and was ready for the main course. But I couldn’t tell him that, so I just said.

“That’s kind of you to think about me, but if you want another go at me, I don’t mind sucking your cock, and I promise I won’t ask you to kiss me afterwards?”

 

“Well ok, I liked the cock sucking. You can do that again, but I’m not sure if it will get hard enough for me to fuck you.”

I thought, ‘it’ll get fucking hard, if it the last thing I do.’ I knelt on all fours, and got astride him, putting my cunt to his face. I took his cock in my hands as I rested on my elbows. As I gently stretched his limp cock, I sucked his balls.

“God Leslie!”

Ok I knew this was going to work, his cock firmed up, and I started sucking on it. It took only seconds before he was hard enough for me to mount. I turned around, still on all fours, still astride him, but now facing the other way. Lowered myself onto his cock, and took over the action. This was good; I now controlled the speed and length of stroke. I could sit hard down onto him, pushing it up me deep, then rapidly up and down getting a real shiver going on in my cunt. He lasted for ages which was nice, but never really got me to fever pitch, and then eventually he said.

“Quick get off, I’m cuming.”

I lifted off, and got my mouth around his shaft while I jerked the few drops from his cock. It went limp almost instantly and he looked like he had run a marathon. I on the other hand still hadn’t had anything that resembled an orgasm, or at least I didn’t think I had.

 

We lay together cuddling for about ten minutes, but he kept his mouth away from mine, and then he asked.

“Are you ok, shall we get up and go for a walk?”

What I really wanted was another fuck, but it was obvious he wasn’t able to give me one. By now I knew Adrian had been right about me all the time.  So reluctantly I said,

"Ok."

I got up, cleaned myself down, and straightened my dressed.

“Hey, I do like that dress, it so sexy the way your underskirt is showing. I’m surprised Aunty let you wear one that short, I bet your mum wouldn’t.”

“Are you kidding, she’d have kittens is she could see me now.”

 

“Are you about ready, we can go and see how Steve is getting on repairing the muck spreader.”

I wasn’t too sure about this, knowing Steve had plans to fuck me.

“Didn’t Adrian say I should wait up here for him?”

“Its only 9:00 you’ll have an hour to wait. You might as well come with me to talk to Steve. Then when I go for Adrian, you can come back here and be waiting for him; you should be able to work the trapdoor by yourself.”

“Ok.”

I wasn’t to sure, but Steve could hardly rape me in-front of Gerry, so I guessed it would be ok.

 

As we walked into the workshop doors, Steve looked across, and put down the spanner he was holding. He picked up a rag, and was wiping his hands as he climbed down from this big machine.

“Are, so there you are. I was just thinking about coming to look for you.”

“We’ve just been looking around the farm. What did you want me for?”

“Well it wasn’t you I was wanting; it was Leslie I was coming to look for. I guess you've about fucked yourself out by now?”

Gerry was almost stuck for words.

“What. What do you mean?”

“Well I assume she’s let you have your go first, and that you’ve had enough, otherwise you’d still be banging away at her. So if you finished, I might as well have my go.”

 

With that he took hold of my wrist, and dragged me across the workshop to where there was a pile of old sacks on the floor. Gerry was following on behind, hitting him on his back and shouting at him. But it might as well have been a fly irritating him for all the notice he took.

“Leave her alone. Let go of her. If you don’t let go I’ll call Aunty Bette.”

He’d now flung me onto my back, and was undoing his belt.

“Go and get her if you want, she can watch me spreading your little girl’s twat wide open.”

As His pants dropped to the ground, and he lowered himself onto me, I could see his cock was hard and standing proud. No push was necessary, my wet cunt opened as his cock touched it, and I felt my inside stretch as he entered. It was not only thick, which spread my lips wider than they’d ever been, but it kept going on in. I wondered if it was ever going to stop. I’d seen its length yesterday; it was like Adrian’s, about 10 inches. But it felt like it must be at least a foot.

 

Then his body weight fell onto me like a ton of bricks, and he lay still like he was dead.

“Come-on quick. Before he comes around.”

Gerry was tugging at my arm. I wriggled myself free from under his body, and Gerry pulled me to my feet.

“What happened?”

“I hit the bastard.”

Said Gerry, shaking nervously, he had a big long metal bar in his hand.

“Oh god you might have killed him.”

”Fucking serves him right. Come-on lets get out of here before he comes around.”

 

We both took to our heels and run, across the yard, to the brick house. We were soon huddled up together on the mattress, both shaking and scared to death. He I think was scared because he’d hit Steve, and didn’t know what to do. I think he thought I was scared because I’d almost been raped. But in truth, I was wishing Gerry had just gone for a walk and left him to give me what my body was longing for. Now I was scared for what he might do to Gerry, I didn’t want to see him hurt.

“Did he get it in you?”

“No. but he would have. You were ever-so brave. But it isn’t safe for you around here until Adrian comes back. Why don’t you go and find Adrian now?”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Well if he catches us, you just run. I know he’ll fuck me, but Adrian is gonna do that anyway, so it’s stupid you getting beat-up for nothing.”

“What you’ll let him fuck you?”

“We have no way of stopping him. He’ll do that no matter what you do to him, and the last thing I want is to see you hurt.”

 

We were silenced by the noise of the outside door opening, and then banging shut. We listened, but the noise of the bull below stopped us hearing if there was any footsteps.

“Clunk! Whine.”

The trap door was opening, and Adrian had said it can’t be stopped until it’s reached the floor below, and completed its cycle. But surely it’s only Adrian that knows about it. We waited with baited breath, not daring to go to the top of the ladder. We saw the ladder clunk to a standstill, and Gerry dashed to the switch on the wall to retract it back up. Nothing happened, it must be able to detect someone is climbing it. Gerry stood bravely by the open trapdoor.

 

“Get back Steve or I’ll kick you.”

There was no reply, and the first sight I got of him was his hand catching Gerry’s foot as Gerry had tried to kick him down the ladder. But Steve was so much bigger than Gerry. He caught hold of his foot, and yanked it upwards as he climbed the ladder. Tipping Gerry over backwards on the floor. Then as he got off the ladder onto the floor, he swung Gerry around by his foot, and launched him across the loft floor. Gerry had landed some 20 feet away, as he’d crashed into a wall.

 

Steve looked at me.

“Right you. Now we’re up here we won’t be disturbed, so this time you can get those clothes off.”

Then he turned towards Gerry who was valiantly making another dash to attack him. He just grabbed hold of his outstretched hand as he came charging in, picked him up in the air and swung him over the loft hatch, where he dangled him to the side of the ladder. The bull below was going silly, snorting and stamping about. Gerry must have been scared out of his wits, I know I was. Then he lifted Gerry up and placed his feet on the ladder.

“Right you little squirt. Fuck-off and have a wank. If I see you anywhere near here again, I’ll drop you in with the bull, and that’ll be the last anyone sees of you.”

“You bastard. You’re not getting away with this. I’m gonna tell Adrian.”

And with that Gerry disappeared down the ladder and was gone. Steve now pressed the up button, and the ladder whined its way back up.

 

He turned to me.

“Clothes.”

I stood up and started pulling at the little bows that held my dress down either side, and then I lifted it off. He was undressing at the same time, but now his cock wasn’t standing hard as it had been before. It was more like I’d seen yesterday before he’d got into his bath, poking out in front of him in a long droopy bend. Even in this condition, it was a great deal bigger than Gerry’s had been when it was hard.

 

“Ok there’s two ways this can go. We haven’t got off to a very good start so far, but it’s up to you if you want to play awkward.”

I’d removed my cammy, so I was stood there naked. One hand covering my little hairy mound, and one trying to cover as much of my tits as possible.

“Well? I’m waiting for an answer.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Are you going to be a good girl, and have a good time, or be awkward, in which case I'll abuse you without mercy?”

“I’ve done as you told me to.”

And at that I dropped my hands from my body, and opened my arms with palms facing him, in a gesture of submission.

“I’m naked, and you know I can’t stop you.”

 

“Ok if you’re gonna be awkward, I’ll be Mr Nasty.”

“I’m not being awkward. I told you, I’ve got undressed like you told me to.”

“That’s not what I mean. This is your last chance. Either you start showing me you want fucking, or I’ll fuck you senseless and chuck you out in the yard for the dogs to finish off.”

“Please Steve just tell me what you want me to do for you?”

“I’m not going to tell you to do anything; you just get on with it, and make sure you do it good.”

 

This was difficult, I was a complete novice at this game, and there was still a high level of tension between us. But if I didn’t come on to him, I knew it would be worse. I walked to him, and knelt at his feet, taking hold of his cock. This gave an instant jerk, and as I wrapped both of my hands on his shaft, I felt the blood pumping in and inflating this dozing monster. In seconds I had an enormous hard shaft pulsing in my hands, and it stood so erect. I licked at his balls, and worked my way up to the bottom of his mighty shaft. Then as I started to lap my tongue up its length.

 

“Ok girl. You’ve got me convinced. Come-on, let’s fuck.”

He’d put his hands under my arm pits, and eased me to my feet, and then with an arm around my shoulder, he walked me to the mattress. He turned me around to face him and lowered me down on my back. I opened my legs wide, and he knelt in between my knees. I expected him to ram straight up me, but instead, he looked me in the face. I waited for him to speak, but after a few second of deafening silence, I realized he was waiting for me.

“Fuck me. Please Steve will you fuck me?”

“Now you’re getting the hang of how this should go.”

 

He put his cock up to my cunt, and as my cunt had done before when they last met, it opened, and the big monster slid in as though this was its rightful home.

“Oh yes! Oh Steve. More please. More.”

It was like last time sliding slowly up inside me, stretching my tummy as it went.

“You like it?”

“Oh Steve fuck me. I love it.”

I felt his hairy mound making contact with mine, and I knew that was his full length. Boy was this good. Just this one thrust had given me more of a thrill than all Gerry’s pumping. Now Steve was drawing it in and out, not always going full depth, and not always coming fully out. But the length of his stroke was magnificent. My cunt was stretching around his shaft so tight; I could feel the pulsing of blood inside it. When Gerry had fucked me I knew I'd wanted something more, but I had no idea what. Well now I knew what it was I’d been longing for and this man was giving it to me. Every thrust not only gave me a ripple of excitement, but every ripple was more intense than the last.

 

Then before I knew what was happening, his cock rammed me with a violent jerk. At first I thought he was being rough, and wondered what I’d done to make him angry. But then I felt a warm glow deep in my cunt, and as he jerked hard up me again, I knew he was shooting his spunk inside me. My first instinct was to try to get him off. But even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been strong enough. And in trying, I’d have made him angry, and then I remembered, Aunties potion, he could pump all he wanted. I relaxed, basking in the warm glow as he pumped his last jerky thrusts of spunk deep up inside me, and I felt a wonderful feeling of love. That sounds silly, but it’s the only way I can describe it.

 

We lay still, his big cock still throbbing inside me, gradually I felt it shrinking, but it was still long enough to stay in the end of my hole all warm and comforting.

“That was good. You are certainly a fucking ripe cherry.”

“You were wonderful. Can I ask you for something?”

“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you?”

“Please can I suck your cock?”

“Fucking yes. Jesus girl, if you keep this up, I’ll forget all about your Gerry clobbering me with that iron bar, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

 

With that he pulled out, and was kneeling astride my chest, his cock dangling into my mouth. I sucked and licked along its soft wrinkled flesh, the taste was not only his cum, but for the first time it was mingled with my cunt juice. I now knew enough to expect his cock would start getting hard again, and I wasn’t disappointed. With him leaning over my face, it made it difficult to bend it down towards my mouth as it hardened, and lifted to his body.

 

“Are you ready to fuck me again yet? Please.”

“You're keen! On your hands and knees, we’ll see how you like it doggy style.”

I did as he asked, and he was up behind and mounting me. This second time was every bit as good as the last. I had wondered if it was so good last time because it was the first time my cunt had been stretched open that much. But no, it was just my cunt likes being stretched. And that was what he was about, he was ramming me hard from behind, and as I looked back under me, his balls and my tits were both hanging down, and slapping back and forwards with the thrusting.

“Do you like it this way?”

“I love it. I love it any way you do it to me. Fuck me harder. Oh yes more. Please more.”

 

You might think I was saying these things just to please him and keep him sweet. And maybe at first that was what gave me the courage to be so brazen. But now I’d got used to acting this way, I was actually serious, and wanting him more and more. The comments were having a marked effect on him, his already big ego was now gigantic, and his performance was boosted as a result. I’m sure his cock was getting bigger, or was something happening to me. There was some kind of intense fire building deep in my cunt. As every stroke pushed his bell-end deep inside me, my cunt was being stretched around it. It was gripping hold of his cock that tightly, every withdrawal stroke; felt like he was drawing my inside with it.

 

The feelings were building to a crescendo, and as he let go his second load of cum, something strange happened inside my cunt. I felt it opening and closing in spasms. Every time it opened there was a flood of warm juice flowing down my legs from my cunt. I thought he was pumping so much cum into me it was spilling out. Then as he pulled out, and gently rolled me over onto the mattress, I realized I was still pumping my hips, and could not stop. I was beginning to feel embarrassed, as Steve was sat at my side just looking on. When I did regain control, I sat up, only to find a large wet area under my cunt. The mattress was soaked.

 

I felt so embarrassed, not knowing if I’d wet myself, or what had happened.

“I’m sorry Steve. I’ll clean it up. I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Sorry! You have to be kidding me. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. And as for that little fanny spray, well I can tell you. A girl who gets a real orgasm is rare. But genuine gushers like you are as rare as rocking horse shit. Come-on then if you’ve come down to earth again, you might as well get my cock sucked clean. Then as soon as I’m hard, I’ll have another go at you.”

I didn’t reply, but thought, ‘yes this is more like it,’ him wanting to fuck me again, not me having to ask for it like I did with Gerry.

 

But why didn’t I care who was fucking me? Gerry was after all supposed to be my boyfriend. I couldn’t explain it, other than I had no choice, so I was just making the best of a bad job. But I felt so guilty for enjoying it.

 

All that said, I was back to sucking at his cock, and it was firming up again. And as it firmed, my tummy gave a knowing tingle. I was starting to wet-up for him before he’d even touched me! Even with all this guilt, I was fondling his ball sack and taking his cock right to the back of my mouth. Now as it firmed, I wanted nothing else but him to fuck me. I momentarily pulled my mouth from around his cock.

 

“Will you fuck me again?”

He put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed me back onto his cock.

“If you want me to fuck you again, then I want you to try to get my cock into your throat.”

I’d never heard of this before, but in truth I’d never heard of anything much apart from fucking. His cock was that fat, I didn’t know if it was possible to do what he was asking. He let me off his cock.

“Well are you going to try?”

“Is it possible? Won’t it choke me?”

“Other girls do it. Hang-on, I’ve got some cunt books over here.”