The Hunt (Part Two)

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It was my sixteenth birthday, and I’d just had my first introduction to sex. The sun was shining, but the breeze was cool, I had no idea what the time was and I didn’t care. In-fact I was skipping along as though I hadn’t got a care in the world. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt so happy or contented. My tummy (deep inside my cunt) was all aglow. As I worked my way past all the farm buildings, I’d look to see what animals they contained, some were just old machinery. These buildings were of every shape and size, and leaned on each other in a ramshackle way. Then in between two tall stone buildings, there was a covered alleyway. As I walked down it, it felt very dark and cold. When I came out of the other side of the building I was in a large rectangular yard. It was totally enclosed by buildings all around its perimeter, even though the ones at the other end of this yard were only very low sheds. As I walked clear of the shadow from the building behind me, the hot sun on my back gave me a sudden shiver. Now as I walked down the middle of this yard, the heat in here was wonderful. The buildings were stopping the breeze, and this made it a real sun trap.

I was walking towards where I could see three men near the small sheds at the opposite end of the yard. From this distance I couldn’t tell how old they were, but two were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sheds, and one was spread-out on his back on the ground. They all had their shirts off, and as I got nearer, I realized they were all asleep. I could now make out they were all old men, maybe about forty-five to fifty-ish. As I neared them I had a wicked thought, I purposely made my footsteps as quiet as possible, not that it mattered much, the sheds behind them were obviously pig sties. This I could tell by the smell and the noise coming from them. So if they could sleep through that noise, my footsteps weren’t going to wake them. I had this wild idea in my head, I don’t know why, but I’d dared myself to get close enough to the man lying on the floor, and then I was going to stand astride his head, and lower myself down. I knew from the feeling at the top of my legs, that I'd either still got my own cum oozing out, or it was Steve and Adrian's cum. Either way, I wanted to see if I dare get close enough to feel his hot breath on my cunt, and maybe even rub some of these juices onto his nose. As I nervously neared where he lay.

“Yap! Bark! Yap! Bark!”
A little terrier dog I hadn’t noticed suddenly burst into life, and stood they yapping for all he was worth. As the men all began to awake, I jumped back. So as they got to their feet I must have been silhouetted by the strong sun behind me; meaning they wouldn’t have known who I was. But by their initial shocked reaction, I suspect that they thought that either Uncle Harry or Aunty Bette had caught them sleeping on the job. These men were obviously farm workers, or should I say farm hands, cos they weren’t doing any work.

As they realised I wasn’t either of their bosses, their mood changed, and one of them asked,
“So who might you be?”
“I’m Leslie.”
“That’s right; the boss did say his young nephew was bringing a young lass with him.”
“Don’t be daft. His nephew is only a scrawny little school kid. She’s a grown lass, and a well made one at that.”
“My Gerry is not a scrawny little kid; he’s quite big and strong for a fourteen year old.”
“Maybe lass. But at fourteen, he’s still a kid, and fourteen year olds are still scrawny. What’s a grown lass like you hanging around a kid his age anyway?”
“I’m only a year older than him.”
“Don’t make me laugh. You’re not fifteen, not with a body like that.”

I really liked this comment, for them to think I was older than I actually was, really boosted my self esteem.
“Well no, I’m actually sixteen.”
“But it’s just that you’re no good at sums?”
“Sums?”
“Well when I went to school, sixteen take away fourteen would have made you two years older than him.”
“Yes I see what you mean. But that’s just because it’s.”
I almost said 'it's my birthday today', and then realising, I stopped myself.
“Its only been a week since it was my birthday. And as Gerry will be fifteen in two weeks time, you see I am really only just over a year older than him.”

“That’s a pity.”
“What?”
“Us missing your sixteenth birthday. We’d have given you a present.”
“Thank you, but I’ll get, I mean, I got plenty of presents last week.”
“Was that pretty dress one of them?”
“No, Aunty Bette lent me this; it used to belong to her daughter Audrey.”
One of the other two men spoke.
“I reckon I remember it, but she never filled it out like you do. Go on; tell us your vitals.”
I gave him a quizzical look.
“Vitals?”
“You know, measurements, vital statistics.”
I blushed.
Then the first man said.
"Leave off, you’re embarrassing the lass.”
“Embarrassing her, if she’s sixteen, she’s old enough to know what’s what. And with a figure like hers, she should be boasting about it. Come on lass, don’t be shy.”

I coyly replied.
“37 23 36.”
“I knew it. And I bet they’re ‘C’ cup?”
I blushed bright red, and just nodded.
“Well fuck me, who’d have believed little Gerry would catch a beauty like her.”
The first man snapped.
“Language Jack.”
“I don’t suppose it’s a word she hasn’t heard before.”
“All the same. But excluding his foul mouth, I have to agree with him, you sure look something special in that dress. Tell you what lass; would you like a look around the new born animal sheds?”
Jack quipped.
“Jim, I know she’s got childbearing titties, but you’ll not get her to suckle the baby calves.”
“Ignore him, he’s harmless really. Now how’s about it?”

“I'd love to see them.”
“That’s just what I was thinking,” said Jack with a wicked grin.
It took a few seconds for me to process his remark, then as I saw the direction his eyes were fixed on, I realised he was referring to my breasts. I again coloured-up bright red.
“See; I told you she knows what’s what.”
“Take no notice of him. Right, before we show you around, have you got the time on you?”
“No I haven’t got a watch.”
“How are you with heights?”
“Heights, what do you mean?”
“Well there’s a big old clock built into the side wall of the farm house.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed it. But you can’t see the farm house from here.”
“You would be able to if you were tall enough, the farm house is over the back of these pig sties.”

“What you want me to try to climb up the sty wall to see over the roof?”
“No need to climb. See the forks on the front of that tractor?”
He pointed to a tractor just a few feet away, it had two big metal spikes sticking out of the front, connected to a big long arm from the back. It’s the kind of thing they use to stick into big straw bales, and lift them up.
“Yes.”
“If you stand on them, and hold on the frame at the back I could lift you up in the air. Then you’d see the clock.”

I walked to the front of the tractor, and looked at the big spikes. It was obvious they wanted me up in the air to get a look under my dress, but I was in a very impious frame of mind, and teasing them, was somehow irresistible. So instead of just saying, ‘no thanks’, I put a foot on one of the big spikes and pushed hard. They were very substantial, positioned about four inches apart.
“They feel safe,” I said.
“Are you joking, they’ll lift a couple of ton. They wouldn’t even know you were standing on them.”
I reached to the frame behind the spikes, and put both hands on it. It was a round metal rail at about shoulder height and only about as thick as the handlebars on my bike, so I would easily get a good grip.
“Is it ok me standing on here while you lift it?”
“Course it is, young Gerry used to love being lifted up on there.”
“You won’t go too high?”
“Just high enough for you to see the clock over the sty roof.”
I said to myself. 'Yes. And my bottom'.

“Ok then, I guess it’ll be like a fairground ride.”
I put both feet together on one of the spikes, and reached to my side to hold the metal rail.
“Not like that girl. Put a foot on each tine, so you’re facing the tractor, that way you’ll hold on better.”
I did as he’d said, after all the spikes were only four inches apart, which would still allow me to hold my legs tightly together. So their view would fit my naughty mood, showing my lack of knickers, and naked legs; but concealing my crotch. He jumped into the tractor, and the frame shook as the engine burst into life. Jack who was stood by the side of the tractor said.
“Hang on tight; it gives a sudden jerk when he engages it.”
“Kerrlunk! Bang!”
He was right; it almost shook my feet from the spikes.
“Are you ok?”
“I think so, are you sure it’s safe?”
“Yes perfectly, don’t worry, I promise it’ll be gentle from now-on. Just say when you’re ready.”
“Ok. He can start going up, but go slowly.”

The engine revved up, and slowly I started to rise, it was like he said; a very gentle lift. As I rose, Jack made a jovial remark, paraphrasing a comedian off the radio who used to pretend to be a lift operator in a clothing store saying things like,
“Going up, suspenders, ladies knickers.”
I found this remark amusing at first, until I realised the metal spikes I stood on were very slowly moving in opposite directions.
“Hey what’s happening?”
“Keep your knickers on lass, there's nothing to fret about. It’s just the bale stretcher, it opens automatically. It’ll stop in a minute.”

I stood there gripping the back rail, as my legs relentlessly spread wider apart, knowing my silly teasing had now back-fired on me. I looked down and as I asked,
“How far apart do they go?”
I saw Jack step across and stand directly underneath me. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he exclaimed.
“I Take that back lads, come and look at this, she can’t keep her knickers on, cos some bugger has already had ‘em away.”
By now my feet were now about up to their shoulder height, and I could see over the sty roof. But they were also spread about two feet apart, so I think it’s safe to say the men were more engrossed in their view than I was in mine. I shouted to them to stop.
“Hey pack it up; get me down now and bring these spikes back together.”
The tractor engine shut-down and the frame gave a shudder.
I looked down; Jack and the man who hadn’t yet spoken were stood under the forks, looking up at me. Jim, the man who’d been operating the tractor was rapidly making his way to join them.

Jack exclaimed.
“Look at her fanny glistening, she's dripping wet.”
Then the other man chipped in.
“She definitely knows what’s what, she’s been fucked less than half hour ago, and not just by one man.”
“Please let me down, looking up my dress isn’t nice, you’re embarrassing me”
All three men began reaching up my legs, and stroking them, not quite reaching my cunt, but as they each brought their hand down and examined their fingers, it was obvious they'd reached the juices that were running down my inner thigh. I tried to get my legs together by bringing my left leg across to the same spike as my right one, but the stretch was too far, and at this height, I was too scared to move.
“Stop it please. Let me down now.”

Jim spoke.
“Well my girl, you do know what’s what, and you know what fits where. Are you gonna tell us who’s had the pleasure?”
I couldn’t admit to him I’d been with the farmers sons, so I knew I had to start telling lies.
“I let my Gerry do it to me before he had to go and work in the fields.”
Jack took over the questioning.
“And that little squirt Gerry is the only fuck you’ve had?”
“Yes.”
“Well I see him in a different light. If he can batter up your cunt that good at his age, his gonna be some stallion when he’s fully grown.”
Turning to the other two, Jim asked.
“Do we believe her?”
Jack replied first.
“If she's only had one fucking, then the amount of spunk up that twat of hers, she must have mated with old Hercules.”
They all gave a laugh at his reference to Hercules. But it wasn’t until a couple of days later I found out that he’d been referring to their stallion! And at that point I realised the relevance of his comment.

The third man said.
“That’s fresh spunk, and a fanny that’s still throbbing, so as I said before; she been fucking less than half hour ago. But when I went to find Steve over an hour ago, he’d disappeared. Then while I was looking around the workshop, I saw young Gerry running past, heading down towards the hazel copse. But less than ten minutes later, Adrian came running back in the opposite direction. So I think we know who she’s been playing around with.”
Jim spoke.
“Well lass, is Ken right.”
It was pointless denying it with Ken being so positive about when and what he’d seen. But the last thing I wanted to do was to let the cat out of the bag about my birthday. I again blushed as I admitted to them.
“He’s right.”
“So even though you’re supposed to be young Gerry’s girl, you’ve been fucking around with Steve and Adrian.”
“It wasn’t like that, first of all Adrian caught Gerry and me in the barn, and he threatened he tell aunty if I didn’t let him do it as well. Then Steve threatened to hurt Gerry, so I let him do me, to save Gerry getting a beating.”
“That puts a different light on things; it looks like you’ve been wronged by them lads. Come on, we’ll let you down and stop mucking you about. Ok lads take your hands off her legs; I’ll get the bale spreader closed up.”
I gave a sigh of relief, thinking I'd got myself out of a fucking.

With that he climbed back into the tractor, and started the engine. Then he leaned out of his cab and called to Jack and Ken.
“Just slip your hands up and hold her legs while I engage the hydraulics, we don’t want her falling from that height.”
They didn’t need telling twice, and knowing the way the tractor had jerked violently last time, I didn’t protest. So there I was facing away from both men as they slipped a hand apiece up into my crotch, and used their other hand to secure my foot to the spikes. Jack called back.
“Ok Jim, we’ve got her.”
Again the tractor went,
“Kerrlunk! Bang!”
But with there hands holding me I was perfectly safe.
Jim called again.
“Mind yourselves lads, I’m closing the forks.”
Ken removed both his hands, and stood back to one side, but Jack after removing his hands, just ducked his head under the spike, leaving him stood to one side of me, and then he immediately slipped one of his hands back up and held me around my cunt.

The spikes slowly began to get closer together, and I looked down to where Jack was stood and said.
“I’m ok now; you can take your hand out.”
“Better to be safe love, I’ll just wait till your closer to the ground.”
“Please, don’t.”
But I could tell my pleas were falling on deaf ears, so I just stood there with him working his fingers into my slit. I guess it was only a minute before the spikes were back to their original position, and hence my crotch was covered by my tightly closed thighs, but he still had his hand firmly trapped under my cunt. (Funny thing that, I guess it proves that God is a man. If a woman had designed her own body, she have made it so when she closed her legs to keep out unwanted advances, it would have been closed off from back and front. But no, when we close our legs, from the back there is still an access tunnel leading directly to the goodies the men want to get at).

So it was, his hand still in place, that the forks began to slowly lower down towards the ground. Then all our attention was suddenly distracted by shouting coming from the opposite end of the yard.
“Hey! What are you doing to her?”
It was Gerry, running towards us at full speed. The tractor stopped, leaving me still a good three feet in the air. Jim climbed down from his cab, and the three men stood there waiting for Gerry to reach where they stood. Jack had still got his hand up under my cunt, and showed no sign of removing it even though Gerry would soon be near enough to see what he was doing. I tried one more time, speaking with as forceful a tone as possible, but not loud enough for Gerry to hear.
“Jack, take your hand out."
Then pleaded in a gentler tone,
"Please before Gerry notices.”
“No can do, your legs are wedged too tightly together.”
I put all my weight on one leg, and lifted the other leg off the spike, and as I spread it wide I said.
“Now quick.”
He was quick alright; he slipped two fingers up into my hole, and then said.
“Get your leg down, or Gerry will think you’re letting me feel your fanny.”
I dropped my leg, and squeezed my thighs tightly together hoping in vein that Gerry might not notice. But as this hand was up from behind me, and my back was facing towards the direction Gerry was approaching from, I was sure he could already see.

“Hey Jack! What are you doing to my Leslie? Get your hand out.”
Instead of making excuses or apologising, Jack gave a reply that was almost a rebuke.
“Steady on there lad, while you’ve been larking around in the fields, your poor little girl has had a bit of an ordeal. Haven’t you my love.”
I didn’t speak, but Jim continued.
“Its alright Gerry lad, we’ve just found out about what Adrian and Steve have been up to, and we were just about to check her out.”
“What do you mean, what is she doing up on the tractor, and why has he got his hand on her fanny?”
“Calm down lad. She’s up there because we were gonna show her the new born calves, and she was just looking to see the time, you know, you’ve done it plenty of times. And Jack is just holding her till we get her safely to the ground, she’s not a brave lad like you, she’s a girl, and she got a little frightened on the way down. But I’m a thinking you should be more worried about the state she’s in, you do know what Harry’s sons have done to her?”
Gerry's face changed, and as he looked at me, I could tell he was now more worried than angry.
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“Are you ok, did they hurt you?”
I didn’t get chance to answer, Jim said.
“Come on now; what do you think? They're both grown men. They've both got cocks the size of a horse, and your little girl, only just sixteen last week.”
Gerry replied with.
“She’s not even that old, it’s her sixteenth birthday today.”
I froze as I heard his reply; while all three men stood there exchanging knowing looks with each other. Then Jim spoke.
“Today is it? Well I wish we’d known. Does your aunty Bette know she’s out today?”
“Oh yes, she sorted out that pretty dress for Leslie to wear.”
“Lift her down Jack, and you and Ken hold her legs open while I take a look.”
Horror struck me, but before I could make any protest, I was being lifted across and laid on the ground. Gerry asked agitatedly.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna take a look and see if she needs medical attention, you know I’m St John trained.” (A First Aid Group)

They held my legs open, and as they did, Jack let his fingers slip out of my hole. Then as they all gathered around in between my open legs, Jim, who was kneeling, used his fingers to gently spread the lips of my cunt open. Jack had released my legs, and was busy scrawling something on a scrap of paper.
“Is it bad?”
Asked Gerry in a worried tone of voice. Jack replied.
“Tell you what Gerry lad, while he gets her cleaned down, you take this note to your pal Graham, I saw him this morning, heading for the pond in the south field with some other lads.”
“What’s the note for?”
“Graham’s mom is a nurse; she’ll come and sort Leslie out properly for you.”
He handed the paper to Gerry, who then turned and looked towards Jim and asked.
“Will she be aright until I get back?”
Jim was still probing his finger up inside my cunt.

“Course she will, we’ll make sure she gets plenty of what she needs.”
Jack then added.
“But you make sure you find Graham, and tell him to read the note.”
Gerry was about to unfold the paper, I guess to read it.
“What does it say?”
“Hey! That note is for Graham’s eyes only.”
“Why?”
“Never you mind why. Give me your word, you’ll not open it.”
“Well ok, but I don’t understand why.”
“You don’t need to; just give me your word.”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Ok, you just run as fast as you can.”

And with that he was on his way running down the yard, once he was out of site, Jim said.
“Graham’s mom isn’t a nurse, what did you write on that note.”
Jack replied.
“I just told him Gerry’s girlfriend was here on the farm, and it was her sixteenth.”
“Why him?”
“No reason, it wouldn’t matter which lad I’d picked. But I guess being as he knows Gerry he’ll send him off on a wild goose chase to lose him for an hour or two, and then I’d expect they’ll call in at the pub on the way up here. The message will be all over the county in no time.”
“Right my girl, looks like we’d better get a move on, otherwise they’ll be queuing at the door. Come on lads; let’s get her into the shed.”
As they all began to help me to my feet, I asked.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t come the innocent now my girl; you’re out here on your sixteenth, dress that short we can see your bum, no knickers; and just to prove you know what's about to happen, you’ve got spunk running out of your cunt from your last fucking.”

I was now stood up on my feet, and they began to walk me towards an open door in one of the sheds that bordered the side of the yard. Jack was holding one arm, Ken holding the other and though I wasn’t exactly struggling, I’m sure if I had tried, they would have made sure I kept walking. Jim was following directly behind us, and he asked.
“Did Bette dose you up with some potion before she let you out of the house this morning?”
Knowing the potion I’d drunk was to prevent me from getting pregnant, and knowing he obviously knew this, I blushed bright red, as I shyly replied.
“Yes.”
“I guessed as much, that’s why her two lads weren’t too worried about filling your fanny with spunk.”
At this point I knew there would be no reprieve, and I decided to accept the fucking that was coming, and try to get out before the local village lads arrived to get their share.

As soon as they’d escorted me through the door, Jim closed it behind us. And at that point Jack, who was still at my side holding one arm, slipped his other hand back in between my legs. Ken started undoing the ribbons on one side, and within seconds Jim who appeared to be in charge, was tackling the ribbons on the other side. Jack had eased my legs apart, and was fingering my cunt again. Once my dress was lifted free, my cammy soon followed, and I was naked.
“Clear that bench and get some of those old sheets across here.”
Ken did as Jim had asked him, and between Ken and Jack I was lifted across and laid along a big solid wooden table. Jim was kneeling on the table in no time, with his cock pointing to my face. I brought my hands around, took hold of it, and proceeded to run my hands up and down its length. It was only limp at first, but like my cunt it soon got excited. Jack was poking me deep with his fingers, and I thrust myself towards him to enhance his every probe. Ken was leaned over the side of the table, tweaking one nipple while he sucked and nibbled on the other. This feeling was electric, and not confined to any one part of me, but going on all over my body.

I remembered thinking just yesterday while Gerry had been going from nipple to nipple; I wondered what it would be like to have all areas worked on at once. Now I knew, it was fantastic, I loved it!

Jack stopped fingering me, and my first thoughts were, ‘Yes he’s gonna fuck me now.’ Both the other two kept on with their own particular area, and I waited for him to get his pants off, and mount me. Then I felt something soft pushing at my cunt. I knew it was Jack’s cock, and I heaved up to meet it. My cunt opened, and he was pushing himself deep inside me. This was a wonderful fuck, not the biggest cock, but the combined effect of having all these other hands, mouths and even a mans cock in my mouth, all at the same time. I heaved hard to make the most of his length, and soon he was coming inside me, not a hint of pulling out to shoot his cum.

As Ken saw what was obviously Jack's cum strokes, he moved down from my tits to the other end of the table, to be ready to climb on as Jack dismounted.
“Hang on there Ken me lad. Who said you were next?”
“But Jim, I'm about ready to blow.”
“Well I’m gonna be the next one to fuck that little twat. You just come here a minute.”

I glanced up, as I was curious to see how this was going to be resolved. Personally I didn’t care who fucked me next, I just wanted them to get on with it. Jim stood away from the table, and as Ken approached him he whispered something in his ear. Ken looked at me, and a big grin appeared on his face. What he’d got to grin about, I had no idea, because it was now Jim who was climbing up in between my legs.

As he got on the table.
“Come-on Leslie. Be a little sweetie and get yourself on top, you’re younger than me.”
This I didn’t mind, as I’d said last time, you can control the fuck better this way. He lay down, and I lowered myself onto his stiff cock, forcing him in deep to his full length.
“Oh yes that’s good. Just go very slowly for me; I want to feel it making its way into you.”
I did as he’d asked, and by now Jack had slipped his still dripping cock at my mouth, and I began to suck the cum from it. As I concentrated on my cock sucking, and slowly riding this cock, I felt Ken starting to finger my cunt at the same time. Funny I thought, but I suppose its not much consolation when he actually wanted to fuck me next.

But then his fingering moved from my cunt to my bottom! I wasn't too sure about this, I pulled back and was about to turn to stop him. Jim's arms clamped firmly around me.
“Where do you think you’re going little girl?”
“My bottom, stop him. He’s fingering my bottom.”
”Just be still, let him get it all wet. It’ll be easier once you’re wet.”
“No please no.”
He held me tight, and Ken’s finger was going from my cunt to my bottom, and now not just rubbing around the outside, but his finger end was opening my hole. It wasn’t that it hurt, it just felt dirty.

“God no. Please don’t do that to me.”
“His wet finger went in to its full length, and I could feel the knuckle joint going in as my hole opened and gripped around it.”
“Ok she’s wet enough.”
Ken said as he pulled his finger out. Then Jim dropped his cock out.
“Hey! It’s dropped out.”
“Don’t fret little girl, you’ll soon be getting plenty more.”
Said Jim.

Now a cock was once again pushing at my cunt, so I pushed back to take it. He shafted me a few lengths, and it felt different, I knew this wasn't Jim's, so I guessed they must be going to take turns, and now it was Ken's go.
“That’ll do, it should be wet enough by now.”
Jim said. Then as he gripped me tightly again.
“Ok I’ve got her.”
Ken pulled out of my cunt, and then I felt it, his cock was pushing at my bottom.

“God no! Please no!”
But this was in vain, not much force was needed, and once my hole opened, he kept pushing until it was right in. He left it still, at its full length, and then Jim was pushing up at my cunt.
“No you can’t do that as well. Please take it out of my bottom.”
But I was wasting my breath, I was going to get a double fucking, and that was it. They started slowly, easing themselves all the way in and only pulling half out. Soon I was relaxing, and my cunt was getting excited again. As I relaxed, their thrusting got quicker, and although the sensation wasn’t in my bottom, the sensation in my cunt was definitely more intense. I could feel my body pushing back to meet them both, as if I was wanting them deeper inside me.

“I knew you’d like this once we broke you in. You’re a horny little bitch.”
This fucking had just got into its stride, and I was actually enjoying it now, and not feeling too shy to let them know.
“Arrg yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking yes.”
I felt the warm cum as it was injected into my bottom. Ken pulled out, but Jim was still under me, and pumping up for all he was worth. Jack climbed down from my head end of the table, and as I suspected, he was soon pushing himself up my bottom. But as I say by now I’d actually not just accepted it, but I was sure it was enhancing the feelings in my cunt.

I can’t remember exactly who did what and how many times, as they rotated around from mouth to cunt to bottom. I think they all shot at least three loads of cum inside me, some in my cunt, and some in my bottom. When they’d all had enough, they sat on some old potato sacks against the wall. I was still laid on the table on my back, open legged, and cum running from my sloppy cunt.
“Well lads she’s definitely making the most of her birthday.”
“I’ll tell you what, even if all the village lads catch her, I’ll bet she ends up draining the fucking lot dry.”
“Do you think any of them know she’s out yet?”
“Well if the lads haven’t past the message on, then when I get down the pub, I'll do the honours."
He lifted up his wrist, and looked at his watch.
"Speaking of which, they’ll be open buy now, that little spunk bucket has made me miss opening time.”
“She was worth it, wasn’t she?”
“Too fucking right she was, and if I'm with the gang that catch her tonight, I’ll have another go at her.”

I climbed down from the table, and looked around for something to clean myself down with. Ken passed me a cloth, it wasn't what you’d call clean, but as I had nothing better, I began to use it to clean myself down. Then I started to dress, and when Jim could see I was struggling to do up the ribbons on the side of my dress he turned towards Ken and said.
“Come on, we took it off, I guess it’s only fair we help her to tie it back up again.”
Jack had by now straightened himself up, and as he disappeared through the door he said.
“Right I’m off for a pint. I don’t know why she’s bothering to put that back on, it’s my guess it’ll be back off before the hours out, and that fanny of hers will be flapping away like a good’n.”
Why do men always make such crude remarks once they've had what they want from you? I didn’t bother to make a comment. But surprisingly, Jim did.
“Be off with you; you foul mouthed bugger.”
Then turning to me.
“Take no notice my love; you did well for a young’un. Ok I think they’re all fastened. Now unless you want to meet the local lads, I’d suggest you get a move on."

Now I was in a dilemma, not that I minded being fucked, on the contrary, I'd found out, I really enjoyed it. But the thought of hordes of men and boys hunting, with me as the quarry, was more than a little frightening. First thoughts were to go back to the hiding above the bull pen, nobody would find that place. But I had no idea how many people already knew about it, at least two of the sons did, so I’d guessed most of there pals would as well. Then I thought above the stable, but that was also an obvious place. Then as I came out of the alleyway from the courtyard, and turned to make my way around the outside of the farm buildings, I spotted a likely place. Plum in the middle of the field that led down to the copse where I assumed Adrian would now be, there was a massive tall haystack. This I thought might be suitable, not that I was a needle, but I hoped they would still have a job to find me there.

I sneaked past the workshop doors, and I could see Steve was still busy working on the big muck-spreader. Once clear of these I run as fast as my legs would carry me, across the field. When I got to the haystack, it was as tall as the farm buildings, but no staircase or ladder to climb up. One thing in my favour was the twine the bales of straw are bound with. I knew once I’d started climbing up I dare not look down, and I totally turned a blind eye to the problem of how I’d ever get off here. Hanging on the twine, and wedging the toes of my shoes into the bale layers, I slowly made my way higher. I kept looking above myself, and the top never seemed to get any closer. My hands were stinging, but there was no time or place to take a rest. As my strength was draining each stride to the next layer got more difficult. I had started to wonder if all this effort was worth while, and I felt that I’d hear someone behind me before I reached the top. I was thinking, ‘you stupid girl, why didn’t you go around to the other side to climb. There would be less chance of anyone from the farm seeing you while you’re climbing.’ Next second, as I heaved myself up one more layer, the rays of sun came blinding into my eyes. With a sudden burst of energy, I scrambled onto the top of this massive tower. It was at least forty foot square.

My first thought was to make a well in the centre of this stack, so I could hide down inside it. I dashed into the middle area, and tugged with all my might to get a bale free, but this just wasn’t going to happen. So I resigned myself to just lying as flat as possible. Then I found this wasn’t as bad as I’d thought, the area of the top was that big, that even when I sat up straight, I couldn't see ground in any direction, that’s is apart from the Mooreland hills in the distance. So if I couldn’t see people on the ground, they wouldn’t be able to see me. So now I got on my hands and knees, and crawled towards the edge nearest the farm, until I could just see the buildings. I pulled handfuls of straw from a bale, and made a large fan, that I held in front of my face. This I believed would allow me to see through it, whiles masking my head from view of anyone below. Now I shuffled forward so that I had a clear view of what was going on in the farm yard.

And nothing! There was nobody in sight. All my worrying, and it looks like it was all in vain. A couple of the dogs were chasing around as normal, but if anyone had been about, they’d all be there barking and going silly. I breathed a big sigh of relief, and turned over onto my back. The sun was burning down, and next I started to worry if I’d be up here all day and get sun stroke. Now I was lying still I could hear my own heart, it was pounding hard in my chest. I began to reflect on the whirlwind of a day that had already past. Had I brought it on myself? Was I a slut? Up until yesterday, most girls I hung around with called me prudish because I was still a virgin!

Then my day-dreaming was suddenly interrupted.
“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF. BARK. BARK.”
Even at this distance from the farm, I could still hear the pandemonium as all the dogs in the yard went wild. I carefully turned myself over and got onto my hands and knees, holding the fan of straw in front of me. Then I peered over the edge to see what had caused the commotion. My heart sank as I saw several men already gathered in a group by the workshop where Steve had been working. As I looked on I could see there were more men joining them all the time. By the time they stopped arriving, I’d estimated about twenty men were milling around. They split-up, and I guess were searching the farm buildings. I saw three men at the door to the farm-house, and Bette had answered the door and was talking to them. Even though her gestures appeared to be telling these men I wasn’t there, they still went into the house.

Then I could make out Steve in the front of a group of about half-a-dozen men, and he was pointing directly towards me. But surely he had no idea where I was hiding? Or had he been watching me climb the stack? The men all left Steve, and as they left the gate at the edge of the farm, I could tell they were not heading towards me. They were striding out with a brisk walking pace, but from the path they were treading, I assumed they were heading for the copse over the other side of the field. I breathed a sigh of relief, but wondered if anyone would come searching this stack?

I was in this position for some time, men would gather, and then go off in small groups searching. Then I could see a group of men all having some kind of discussions with a ring leader. The group grew in size, until there was over a dozen men in a semi-circle, with one man keeping their attention. Then I saw them passing something around from one man to another, and it ended up being given to the man stood at the front. He held it in his hands, and gave it back. That was it, it was someone’s cap. They’d been having a whip-round, to collect money for this man. Now he pulled out what look like a piece of old rag, and held it out in front of him. There were some dogs there as well, not the farm dogs, but black ones, and they were being given the cloth or what ever to bite and sniff at.

Oh god! Now I understood. That was old Ken down there, and I bet that was the old piece of cloth I’d used to clean my legs down with. It would be covered with spunk, and my cunt juices. Any dog worth his keep could track that down. They were black Labradors. And the whip-round was Ken selling my scent to them. The ungrateful bastard. He’d fucked me rigid, and now he was selling me down the river. But now the dogs were being let loose, and after a few minutes running around, they were both heading to the gate that led to this field. I hadn’t got time to be angry, I had to move quickly.

I rushed to the other side of the stack, not having a clue how I was going to get down. As I neared the edge, I saw two wooden rails protruding over the top of the stack. A fucking ladder? And I’d almost killed myself climbing up here. But no matter, I didn’t look over the edge; I just looked towards the stack, and swung my leg around the ladder onto a rung. Then I brought the other one around, and I was on my way down, still not daring to look. I kept thinking there could be someone standing behind me just waiting for me to step into their arms. But I kept moving as quickly as I dare.

My feet hit the ground, and I run for all I was worth, making sure I kept in a straight line to keep the stack between me and my pursuers. Then I saw him. Tall as a house, and a cock like a pick-axe shaft, this I later found out was Hercules. He dropped his head, stamped on the ground a couple of times with his front hoof, and started charging towards me. To continue in a straight line to the edge of the field was at least another hundred yards. But if I broke cover and ran over to the side, the nearest hedge was only thirty feet away. I had no option; I turned and ran to the hedge, and dived headlong into the watery ditch. Then I crawled quickly underneath the thick cover, and found a hole in the hedge-bottom to crawl through. I felt sure they’d all be in hot pursuit, now they’d seen me break cover. I had a quick look through a lightly foliated part of the hedge, but couldn’t even see the haystack. The field I had been in was so undulating, and the area where the horse had startled me must have been so low, it wasn’t visible from the middle of the field. That’s why I hadn’t noticed a horse when I’d been looking around from the haystack.

No time to waste, I kept to the hedge row, and made my way from field to field. Eventually I was in a half cut field of corn (or something like that.) There was a gigantic harvesting machine stood about twenty feet from the field’s edge. I walked towards it and as I got to within ten feet of it.
“Hey! What have you been doing?”
I spun around, to see Andrew sitting on the ground by the hedge, eating his sandwiches.
“Oh Andrew, it’s you. Thank god. They’re all after me.”
“Well I thought that was what you wanted. Mom told me you wanted to be part of the chase.”
“No please Andrew. I only came out because nobody around here knew it was my birthday.”
“So how have they found out?”
“Gerry told these men who were working in the farm yard.”
“Who? Jim, Jack and Ken.”
“Yes, and then Jack went down the pub, to tell everyone.”

“Well we can’t talk here. Come-on lets get you up in my cab.”
“But they’ve got dogs tracking me. They’ll know I’m in your cab.”
“So I guess you’re in trouble.”
“Please Andrew. I really will make it up to you.”
“Maybe there is a way. I see you’ve already been through some water in a ditch?”
“Yes I had to run from one of your horses.”

“Right we haven’t got much time, and you need to do this right, so listen carefully. These dogs can’t follow scent across water, and there’s a stream running the length of that hedge over there. You carry on in the same direction as you were going, towards the combine, but veer slightly so as to pass the back of it without actually touching. Then keep going until you meet the hedge. Climb through it, into the stream. It’s not deep, but it will be very cold, and be careful, it’ll be very slippery. Walk down the middle, making sure you don’t touch any vegetation growing from either bank. I’ll get into the combine, and go down to that gateway you can see down the other end of the field. I’ll stop over the stream, and jump down into it. Once you get there I can pick you out of the water, and lift you up onto the cab ladder, and you can climb in. The dogs won't be able to pick-up your scent at that height. They’ll lose you going into the stream, and have to search both side banks in both directions to see where you got out. That will keep them busy for hours. Now you get cracking before it’s too late.”
“Thank you. I’m really grateful. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

With that I was gone, and soon scrambling through another hedge, making my dress even grubbier. He was right about the water being cold, but I plunged my feet in regardless, and was soon making my way down stream towards the gateway. Then when I was about twenty feet away, the big combine loomed into view, crossing the stream in front of me, and stopping. Andrew jumped into the stream, and stood waiting for me. As soon as I got there he said.
“Quick, turn-around facing the other way, and hold your arms up.”
I did as he’d said, and his hands gripped my waist, instantly lifting me high in the air, then as he turned-around to face the big combine, he tipped me over backwards, pointing my feet skyward. As my feet touched the sill of the combine doorway, he said.
“Reach up and grab the side rail to pull yourself in.”

I reached, and I stretched my arms, but no way could I get close to the grab handles.
“I can’t reach.”
“Ok, I’ll lift you onto my shoulders.”
Up I went above his head, and slowly he lowered me down with my legs astride his head.
“Are you ok like that?”
I was sat with my thighs wide open, crotch pressed tightly onto the back of his neck, legs dangling down in front of his chest.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Hold onto my head, I need my hands to climb up into the cab.”
I did as he’d instructed, and he immediately began to climb up into the cab. Once inside he bent forwards, and as my feet reached the cab floor I climbed off him.

Being as it was a sunny day, and the hedge he’d been sitting behind had sheltered him from what little breeze there was, he was naked to the waist. As he sat himself down on the driver’s seat, he wiped his hand across the back of his neck. I looked across; I could see I’d left a mess of sticky juices running from his neck and down the middle of his back. He wiped his hand on his trouser leg, but like the gentleman he was, never made any kind of comment. I felt so dirty, and although I wanted to wipe it clean and apologise to him, I was too embarrassed.
“There’s not much room, and be careful of all these levers. Right if you’re ok, I’d better get this thing moving. It’s gonna be very noisy, and I won’t be able to hear you, so if you want me, just hit my leg.”
“Yes I’m ok. You get going before anyone sees you here.”

The big noisy engine started up, and the floor shook violently. It bounced its way along, as it made its way across the field to continue with the cutting. Then as it approached the un-cut corn, the big wide cutters at the front burst into life. If I’d thought it was noisy before, then I didn’t know how loud noise could get. It was like thunder going on inside the cab. I curled into a ball behind his seat, and clasped my hands tight to my ears.

We made our way along the field cutting strips from the sea of waving corn, then returning back along the other side repeating this process. Each time we turned at either end, I got a panoramic view across the approaching fields. This I was scanning carefully to look for my pursuers. Then I saw a tractor in the next field, it was pulling a massive trailer and it was approaching the gateway that crossed the stream. Once in our field, it headed directly towards us, and was driving at the same speed at our side. It was far too noisy for them to be talking to each other, but they drove in tandem like this for some distance before they stopped. Then as the combine slowed to a standstill, so did the tractor. Both vehicles shut their engines off, and the silence was unbelievable.

A voice from the tractor came drifting across.
“Hey up Andrew. Is this lot chasing our Leslie?”
“I guess so. She’s a silly girl going out today; I’m surprised at mom letting her.”
Then came a different voice, it wasn’t old Harry, and it definitely wasn’t Andrew.
“How’s it going Harry, I thought you’d be game for this new lass that you’ve got on your farm?"
“Game is one thing, but this corn ain’t gonna harvest itself, and if I miss the weather, it’ll cost me plenty.”
“I bet it’s more the misses won’t let you, you dirty old dog.”
“Yea, I guess there’s a smattering of truth there.”

“Did you or your Andrew see her when she passed through this field?”
“Well I didn’t, but I’ve not long arrived, how about you Andrew?”
“She ain’t been this way.”
The anonymous voice replied,
“Yes she has. The dogs tracked her over the far corner, she cut across and down into the stream, but she didn’t cross it. She’s got more about her than most lasses of her age.”
Then Harry asked.
“What you think? Is she walking the stream to throw the dogs off?”
“Certainly looks that way. That’s why we thought we’d ask if you’d seen her, to save time. We’ve only got two dogs, and that stream is thickly covered, so flushing up both banks could take some time. A clue as to which direction would be handy.”
“Well lads looks like you’ve got a long day trekking through cold water. If I was you lot, I’d give her best, and take it out on old Julie the barmaid. She only charges five bob (£0.25), and she’s a definite.”
“You’re only saying that because you can’t join us. If you were down here; you wouldn’t give up that easy.”
“That’s as maybe, but I’ve got to get on. If you catch her, send someone to find me, my old fella is getting stiff just a thinking about her. Good luck with the hunt.”

Old Harry fired up his tractor, and was about to move off. But Andrew was banging on his cab window, and waving his arms. The tractor stopped.
“Hang on a minute dad. I need to have a word with you before you take that lot back.”
“What do you want now?”
His voice sounded agitated, I think maybe the thought of missing out on the chase had upset him.
Andrew turned to me and said.
“Don’t move, I’ll be back in a minute.”
He climbed down from his cab, and then as he approached the tractor, he appeared again. He talked to old Harry for maybe a couple of minutes, and then I saw him making his way back. Before he’d appeared back at the combine, the tractor had already moved away and was making its way back to the farm. I could also now see the group of maybe twenty men and lads with their two dogs, making their way towards the stream.

“Right Leslie, I’m sorry about this, dad says we need to get you back to the farm, but its too risky trying to get you into dad’s tractor with them lot about. So we’ll have to finish off this field before we make our way back, otherwise they’ll smell a rat.”
“That’s ok, I don’t mind.”
“Ok, cover your ears.”
And with that the combine burst back to life, and we started moving. The noise was as before, and I was wondering what my next ordeal would be. But back to the present, at each turn I got a panoramic view of the field, and I could now see the pack of hunters were splitting into three. Two groups were following the stream going outwards from the farm, one in the field either side of it. The other group were ambling their way aimlessly back in the direction of the farm. They must have taken Harry's advice, and given up the chase. So for now I was safe, or at least safe from the hunters, who were now down to maybe ten or twelve men.

It took a while, but eventually the field was completed, and we’d made our way back. The combine was carefully edging its way into the big barn and came to rest up close to the end wall that joined the workshop. The combine being so tall, from the cab door that was now open, we could see over the end wall down into the workshop next door.
“You sit still, and I’ll tell you when to move. You’d better not be afraid of heights.”
I didn’t answer, as he was gone before he’d finished speaking. Nothing happened for about five minutes, then I saw a big door open in the far wall of the workshop, this wasn't down at floor level, but at about fifteen feet high up on the wall, at about the height of the combine cab, that is well above the top of the wall in the barn.

Steve appeared in the workshop with a long rope which he was throwing up into the roof. Every time it came down he’d throw again, until it eventually went over one of the roofs metal trusses. Now he gathered one end up, and was throwing this up to the open door in the wall. Andrew was in the doorway, and he caught the rope. Now a long platform was being pushed from the doorway by Andrew, and as it spanned the width of the workshop roof, Steve was hanging on the rope keeping it high in the air. It reached the wall in front of me, and Steve let it drop with a clatter. So now there was a walkway high in the air, spanning the workshop, connecting the building I was now in with the attic of the brick house above the bull pen.

“Ok lass.”
I about jumped out of my knickers, but of course I hadn’t got any on. It was Adrian; he’d climbed up the side of the combine without me knowing he was anywhere near. As he pulled himself into the cab, he dropped a wooden plank on the cab floor, lowered the other end across to the platform that they'd put on the wall. This plank was about six feet long, and only about nine inches wide.
“You expect me to walk across there?”
“Walk or get on your hands and knees. But it’s the only way you can get into hiding without being seen, or the dogs being able to sniff you out.”
“Is it safe?”
“Course it is. Look I’ll walk it first.”

He wasn’t joking, he stood on the plank, and walked nonchalantly to the wall, turned and said.
“It’s easy. Do you want me to hold your hand?"
“No you go first, and then I’ll try.”
He turned, and walked along as if he was walking down the street. Mind this second platform was at least a foot and a half wide, compared to the plank’s narrow nine inches. He got right across to the other side of the workshop, and stood in the doorway beckoning me to join him. I stood out onto the plank, and made the first bit, stopping above the wall, clinging tightly to an upright support. Although the platform was a lot wider, the distance and height were something I couldn’t ignore. Then I could see Adrian was coming back across, and he was soon holding my hand. He walked backwards, and I gingerly followed him. We got out above the workshop, only about six feet out from the wall and I froze. Tug as he might, my legs just wouldn’t move.

“Look Leslie. Do you trust me?”
I was that nervous I could hardly reply, and yet even considering what had gone on between him and me, I still said.
“Yes.”
“Just shuffle your feet to turn sideways. Don’t worry I’m holding you.”
“What’s the bloody hold-up?”
Old Harry’s voice came from the doorway. I just about managed to start edging my feet about and was turning slowly on the spot.
“Ahh! Oh god!”
He'd bent down, and picked me up, one arm under my knees, and one around my back, and I was now being held to his chest. He turned, and walked along the trestle. Seconds later my feet were on firm boards in the Bull-pen attic. I flung my arms around his neck, smothered him with kisses. I was swearing to let him do as he wanted with my body. I think I stopped short of swearing my undying love, but I’d had sworn that if he’d asked.

The trestle was pulled back into the attic, and the big heavy door in the wall was locked with a padlock. As I looked around, they were all there, Old Harry, Steve, Andrew and obviously Adrian. Andrew reached high in the air on the wall, and pulled down the lever on an electrical switch box. I guess he could see my inquisitive look.
“It’s the master switch for the trap-door and ladder; nobody will get up here now.”
So here I was in safety. But safe from what, I was now up this big loft with Harry, and three of his sons, two of which had already fucked me. But as I’ve admitted earlier, I’d got a taste for this fucking game, and even double fucking didn’t worry me now. It had just been the thought of so many strangers chasing me, and not knowing what they might do when they caught me. So as I looked around to see who’d be first, it wasn’t a worried look, it was a look of anticipation.

Harry had got a chair, and he was seated by the side of the mattress. He beckoned me towards him. I walked over, and stood to his side.
“Right lass, I’ve been hearing a lot about you. Apparently, you know a bit about sucking cock?”
“Dad. I don’t think this is right. She’s only a kid.”
Said Andrew in a cautious tone of voice.
“Don’t be so sensitive Andrew. Let the lass answer for herself.”
“But dad, this isn’t right; she’ll feel she’s beholden to us. She’d do anything to get away from those men.”
I could see he was in real pain with the thought of me being what he considered as forced into some kind of depravity. So I attempted to reassure him.
“It’s alright Andrew. I don’t mind. Honest.”
“But you said you’re a virgin?”
“Yes I know I did, and when I said that, I was. I wanted to save my virginity for Gerry, and that is why this morning he was my first. So you see, I’m not anymore, and for today at least, I'll play your little 'Hunt the Cunt' game.”
His eyes almost popped from their sockets, and he looked surprisingly disappointed.

“See lad. They all grow-up eventually. One day they’re just a little girl playing with dolls. Next day they discover that their fanny isn’t just for pissing through. And from then on, they use it to get what they want from men. It’s the way it’s always happened, and I guess it always will. Come-on then little city girl, let’s see what you can do with this.”
He’d undone his buttons, and his big soft cock was poking out of his flies. I knelt down in front of him and gently took hold of it. The second my fingers made contact, it began to firm, and with very little coaxing, it was soon stretching itself to its full length, and sticking up skyward.
“Can I take your trousers off?”
“You sure can. I see what the lads mean; you know what you want.”

As I undid the top button and lowered his trousers and pants, I replied.
“I’m not sure about that, but these last two days on this farm, I’ve learnt enough to know what kind of things you men want.”
“So are you trying to kid us you haven’t done this kind of thing before?”
Adrian chipped in.
“Hey dad! I thought you wanted her to suck your cock. She might be good, but she can’t suck and answer your questions at the same time.”
“Less of your cheek you young sod.”
Then he took hold of my head with a hand either side and said softly.
“I guess he’s got a point though, come lets see what you can do.”
With that I began to take his now hard shaft into my mouth, and with the assistance of my hands, it was soon throbbing fit to explode.

He suddenly pulled my head upwards, and I let this cock slip out as I raised my face to look at him.
“Let me get myself down on the floor, I want to shoot this lot up your fanny.”
“I’ll swallow it if you want me to? And then I’ll suck you clean and get you hard so you can fuck properly.”
He replied while at the same time, with some urgency he pushed me clear.
“No lass, I’m not like these young spunkers. The misses drained my balls last night, so it’ll be all I can do to summon up a single serving for you today.”

Then as he lowered himself back down onto the mattress I straddled his body and located his cock up inside me, my breasts must have been hanging down in front of his face.
“You sure look good enough to eat, come-on, let’s taste them big tits of yours.”
He started to suck on my nipple, whilst fondling the other with his hand. I had started to get into a rhythm riding myself up and down his shaft, and by now my own arousal was starting to build. He may have been old, and not all that fit, but now his cock was hard, it was not much smaller than either Adrian’s or Steve’s, and definitely a lot bigger in every way than my Gerry. They say size isn’t everything, but from what little I’d experienced so far, it sure felt like the bigger the cock, the more intense the pleasure. But just as I was beginning to think this old man was going to take me to heaven, I felt him jerking his hips. And in less than half-a-dozen thrusts, it was all over. In seconds his cock melted into a shrivelled wrinkled lump, and he looked completely drained.

Steve and Adrian let out a cheer, and were both praising their dad’s performance as they both approached the mattress and began to help him to his feet. They walked him to his chair, and he slumped down looking almost asleep, but with a big beaming smile.

Then Steve asked.
“Ok sexy, who’s gonna get first go?”
“I don’t mind, but if you promise to go gentle, you can both do me at the same time.”
The look on their faces was one of total amazement, as they exchanged looks between each other. Then Adrian asked.
“Do you mean what I think you mean?”
At this I kind of realised that what those men had done to me earlier was not what you might call normal sex, and maybe I shouldn’t have suggested it.
“I I don’t know. Its just that is what the other three men did. But if you think it’s dirty, then I’ll understand.”
Adrian looked again across to Steve and said.
“She fucking does.”
Then turning back to me.
“You do don’t you? You want one of us to fuck your arse?”
At that point I wished that a hole would open up in the ground and swallow me. Then what started as a rush of embarrassment as I looked down to the floor with my bright red blushing face in my hands, suddenly turned to a flood of uncontrollable tears as I felt I’d disgraced myself by being so forward.

It was Andrew who rushed to my side, taking hold with his big strong arms and holding me close to himself.
“Hey, don’t take on so. If you don’t want them to touch you again, I’ll make sure they keep their distance.”
I didn’t reply, I couldn’t, I’d just lost all control, and I was blubbing like a baby. Then Adrian knelt down in front of me holding out his handkerchief.
“Come-on Leslie, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just thought that was what you were offering.”
“Leave her alone, you’re like a pack of dogs.”
“Don’t be such a bloody fool Andrew; you just saw how she fucked our dad. She likes a good fucking; its just she’s maybe a bit worried about us taking her from behind.”

Adrian hadn’t finished speaking before Andrew had eased me into a sitting position on the mattress, and then hurled himself at Adrian. As the pair of them grappled and rolled around on the attic floor both old Harry and Steve got to their feet and were trying to pull Andrew off Adrian. The sheer terror of this outbreak of violence shook me out of whatever had taken over my senses, and I also sprang to my feet and dashed across to where they were.
“Andrew please stop! Please. It wasn’t Adrian’s fault.”
All of the shouting and pulling of Harry and Steve had not achieved any kind of abatement of their struggle, but as soon as Andrew heard my words, he just released his hold on Adrian, and began to get up. Adrian suddenly feeling he had a free arm took a violent swing at Andrew, landing a very heavy blow to his face. As Andrew’s head was spun sideways, a streak of blood left his nostrils and splattered across my naked torso. Andrew never even retaliated, he just continued to get to his feet and walked across to the other side of the attic, and stood there looking so lost and confused.

Adrian was still in a rage, but Steve and Harry helped him to his feet, and tried to calm him down. As calm returned to the situation I was once again the focus of attention, and old Harry spoke first.
“Well lass, you’ve certainly got a way of getting my lads all riled-up. I think you need to explain to our Andrew that he doesn’t need to keep rushing to your defence. I felt all this angry behaviour was my fault, and I walked across to where Andrew was now sitting on the floor leaning back against the wall.
“Andrew.”
He looked me in the face.
“Please come and kiss me.”
He didn’t answer with words, but just shook his head.
“Please Andrew, you make me feel safe.”
I wasn’t lying, with him here; I just knew nobody could make me do anything I didn’t want them to. But I needed Andrew to feel wanted; I felt I owed him something, after-all, he’d now rescued me three times. But as much as I wanted to do something for him, I also could sense Adrian and Steve were champing at the bit, waiting for their next sexual encounter with me. I knelt down and pressed my lips against his, and then as I rose to my feet I said.
“Thank you for looking after me, but I honestly don’t mind what your brothers are going to do to me. And if you want to join in, then I promise I’ll do what ever you want me to do for you.”

With that I turned and walked back to the mattress, where Adrian and Steve were stood. I had now overcome the attack of self pity and as I approached them I said apologetically.
“I’m sorry I caused that fight, but I’m sure Andrew will be ok now. Have you sorted out who is going to be first?”
Adrian replied.
“I thought you said we could both fuck you at the same time?”

Well I think I’ll leave my tale here for the moment, the days events are not over by a long chalk.

Thanks for reading, and if anyone is interested in the final part, please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com. But if you want a reply, make sure your spam setting will allow my mail. If you have emailed me in the past and not received a reply, I think you’ll find it is your own spam filters that have caused the problem.