My face was pretty, I can see that in my photos of the time, quite girlish, with big blue eyes, small straight nose and a big mouth, with huge, very full lips. I wore my black hair long, as it was the vogue of the time, a little longer than shoulder long. Cut in a page like  manner, a little shorter in the front than in the back.

Besides all of these, I was and am, very well endowed. Even at that age, in the mornings I was already 7.

This was a summer in the mid 1990’s, and my parents were on vacation for one month in Europe. My lovely aunt Sally and her brother Sandy were house guests, or my sitters. Whatever.

I will describe them, as they come in the story, but suffice it to say that they come from the same tree, they were are and gorgeous people, inside and out. Also, they were as horny and liberal as could be. Maybe a bit too much, maybe a bit degenerate.

I came Friday from my last day of school, I just have finished 9th grade, there was going to be a party tonight. Hey we just have finished junior high, and in Mexico this is a big deal.

I had plenty of time, I had lunch that was served to me by the maid, and then went to my room. I was fifteen, I was horny. I sneaked into my father office and began rummaging through his things, found a couple of Hustler magazines and took them with me to my room. Pretty girls, good looking boys, nice action. But to be honest, from page one, what grabbed my attention were two things: one the way girls dressed, if you can call it that, with gorgeous, soft, skimpy lingerie, and the action when boy girl were together. I specially liked to think of what the girl was feeling in those pictures, how she made the male feel. Believe me, that day, I really did not think of me as gay.

No, but. I really would love to know how did it felt to be covered with those silky, caressing clothes. Those sexy, skin tight garments. Well, I had a real hard on. So, I think, why not give it a try. Mom has a lot of lingerie I can try, no one will know. If I soil it or get it dirty in any way, well, I can wash them in my bathroom in the morning and put them back, clean and dry in the afternoon. Good idea.

So, I went into my mom’s closet, rummaged through her lingerie for a minute, and came with a nice pair of pantyhose, and a lace bodysuit. Got back to my room in a rush, and stuck them under my pillow. Next thing in the agenda, get some liquor before the sex session. I went down stairs again to the bar. There were at least fifty bottles of wine and booze to choose from. Hey, I never drink, a glass of wine on a dinner sometimes, maybe a cocktail on a birthday or new year’s eve. The truth, I do not have a clue of what to take. So I go for the easy one. Got a bottle of rum, and two cokes from the fridge.

I went upstairs, got in my room and made me a rum and coke, drank half of it before doing anything else. I’m a little high now, and looking through the magazines I’m getting a lot hornier. I get naked, and looking at my reflection in the mirror get hornier. I really like my body. I have almost no hair, my armpits and pubis are just beginning to show signs of it, that is something I do not like. I get a razor, which my dad gave me for shaving my beard, and has not being used yet, and got rid of the few traces of unwanted body hair. I get in the shower, and get a long warm bath, followed by a nice rub of keri lotion, my body is smooth, soft. My dick is as big and hard as it gets in the mornings. I go back to my room, and slowly, deliberately slip into the pantyhose, taking my time feeling as the soft cloth hugs and caresses my legs, my butt, my crotch. Then I put on the body suit, it is a little small for me, the better, as it hugs my body, caressing my chest with little leftover for breasts, encasing me in soft, delicious lace. My reflection on the mirror is misleading, there it is a nice looking girl, with a huge bulge in the crotch. I wish I knew hot to use make-up. I know I would look terrific as a girl.

I walk around my room in front of the mirror. Every step is a caress, the pantyhose rubs my legs, my butt, my crotch. The bodysuit takes care of my torso and rides deep inside the crack between my butt. I try to get my dick in between my legs, make the bulge less noticeable, when I succeed I feel exhilarated at my image in the mirror, and with every step I take, it feels like a hundred little fingers are massaging my cock. I am dripping, my crotch is very, very wet.

I try to reach my cock from behind, I get a surprise, I can and at the same time, I can rub, caress my ass, and that feels, well, it feels fantastic. I drink a second rum and coke, and get kind of drunk. I love the feeling of myself in those clothes so much I do not want it to end. I have jerked off before, I know if I do it now, the feeling would be lost, at least for a while, I do not want that. I get in bed, drink a third rum and coke and frolic around the bed for a while, feeling the soft caress of the garments in my body, rubbing against the bed sheets. Before I know, I fall asleep.

 

I went to bed that night and relived the events of the evening over and over in my head.  It was like a dream.  I had actually passed myself off for Julie!  Every thing inside me told me I could but there is a lot of difference between thinking and doing and I had done it. The only one that knew was my sister. Everyone else, Mom, Dad, my little sisters, Karen and Holly and even Brian thought I was Julie!

 

The next morning it was hectic in the house. I put on latex gloves to hide the fingernail polish. Dad and Mom left early for work. My attention was consumed in getting Karen and Holly dressed and off to school. Julie came in the kitchen and hugged me telling me again how much she enjoyed last night. She then left for school.

 

When everyone had left the house I went upstairs and stripped off my clothes and showered, washing Brian’s dried cum out of my hair and off my body. After drying off I picked up the clothes Julie had left laid out on my bed. I laughed to myself at the thought that she laid out what clothes she wanted me to wear. I dressed and went into Julie’s room and sat down and blow-dried and styled my hair and began to put on my makeup. My conversation with Julie was running through my mind as I slowly and meticulously applied it.

 

 

 

I was angry with her. “ Why the hell did you call Brian? And why did you tell him you wanted to suck his cock really intending for me to give him the blowjob?” I demanded after the door to her room was closed.

 

“ Because it was going so well with Dad and Mom. You had them fooled and I began to see how you could help me out of another situation.” Julie said looking me straight in the eyes, “ Tomorrow Brian will have told everyone at school that I sucked his cock!”

 

“ Why the hell would you want him to tell everyone?” I blurted out.

 

“ Because I really didn’t want to do it! I think its sick and degrading to let a guy dominate me that way, on my knees before him. Besides I am more attracted to girls and now they will think I am straight because you gave Brian a blowjob. The guys were already starting to tease me about being a lesbian. Even the girls were starting to act funny around me even though I haven’t acted on my feelings, besides you should know what the girls go through, especially if you are going to take my place at school.”

 

I was probably as shocked at her confession as she probably was when she saw me dressed like her. I was speechless. Julie had told me that some were teasing her but I had no idea!

 

We both had secrets that we had kept from each other. My anger had faded.

 

“ Besides it looked like to me that you were enjoying him sucking on your nipples and it was so sexy watching you suck his cock.” Julie added.

 

“ What? How did you see what went on?”

 

“ Well when you left the house, I followed and stood behind a tree not ten feet from where you were in the park and with the full moon out, it was as if it was broad daylight. The moonlight lit your bodies up. Anyone who would have even driven down the street would have seen you two. It was so public, so hot!”

 

I didn’t know what to say so I turned and opened the door and went to my room, stripped off her clothes and climbed into bed not even caring about Brian’s cum all over me.

 

 

 

I completed my makeup, stood up and walked to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, examining every angle making sure everything was in order. I had plans for the day and needed to put things in place.

 

I went about my daily chores, making all the beds, picking up Karen and Holly’s room, putting their dirty clothes in the hamper, vacuuming the carpet both upstairs and down. I scrubbed the bathrooms and mopped the floors in each. Then mopped the kitchen floor. Dad still hadn’t fixed the lawnmower yet so the lawn would have to wait till the Saturday.

 

By 11 o’clock I was done. Now I had the rest of the day to do whatever I wanted. Mom and Dad wouldn’t be home till after midnight tonight. They were going to attend a company dinner. Julie was going to be out late because of the football game and dance afterwards. My little sisters were going to Grandpa and Grandma’s after school and Mom and Dad would be picking them up on their way home tonight. So I had at least 12 to 13 hours to do whatever I wanted!

 

I picked up my purse and locked the door and headed for the mall walking past the park on the way. I stopped for a moment to watch some moms with their children playing in the spot where hours ago I was on my knees sucking Brian’s cock. I couldn’t help but smile as the scene flashed through my mind and thinking of Julie standing by the tree nearby.

 

He called me his bitch and last night I was just that. His bitch sucking his big cock. I wondered how things went for Julie at school and how her date with Brian would go tonight. I decided to go and sit and watch the kids play and so went to the very bench we were at and sat down. One of the moms came up and introduced herself to me.

 

“Hi I’m Samantha but my friends call me Sam.” She said as she sat down next to me.

 

“Hi I’m Julie.” I said back.

 

“If you don’t mind me asking how come you’re not in school?” she asked.

 

“I’m doing home schooling. I am just running some errands for my parents” I said casually.

 

“Oh ok. I didn’t mean to be nosy but it’s just unusual for a young girl to be here during the day. Although I have seen you walk by before.” She paused and looked over at her child playing on the swing. “You must live close by, I live right over in the blue house over there. Do you have brothers and sisters dear?”

 

“Yes.” I said, adding, “ Two younger sisters and a twin brother.”

 

“Are they home schooled as well?” She asked.

 

“No, just me.” I said.

 

“Hey could you baby-sit during the day sometime? Sometimes I am looking for someone to watch Michael while I run errands and if you think you would be interested can I call you? I’ll pay you good.”

 

“Let me think about it and talk it over with my parents. I know where you live and will let you know. Ok?”

 

“That would be great, thanks.”

 

“Well I have to go, it was nice meeting you Sam.” I said and getting up I walked down the street and turned heading for the mall.

 

When I reached the mall, I purchased my own makeup and fingernail polishes so that I wouldn’t have to use my sisters. Afterwards I went into one of the restraunts and sat down and ordered a salad.

 

When I finished it I then walked slowly home enjoying the warm sunny day with the breeze blowing my skirt. The air felt good on my bare legs. I stopped to rent a video from the adult section in the back room of the store. The guy at the video store reminded me that I needed to be 18 to rent the movies from the back but after giving him a flirtasous smile and leaning over the counter to show some cleavage smiled back at me said,

 

“ Its on the house. Just bring it back and let me know what you scenes you enjoyed.” He said smiling back at me.

 

“Ok.” I said blushing.

 

By the time I reached home it was about three o’clock and in a couple hours my friends would be out of school and would be stopping by to hang out. It was our regular ritual. Wayne, Bill and Mike and myself would usually smoke a few joints and sometimes Wayne would have a bottle of alcohol that he took from his dad’s bar in his den. We would put some music on in the garage and get really buzzed and doing tricks on our skateboards in the driveway or down the street.

 

I couldn’t count the number of times they talked about Julie and how she was really hot! When they would talk about her I could see the bulges in their pants grow. At times they even joked about getting hard thinking about her and then rub their cocks through their jeans to show their manhood and we would all laugh.

 

They were the geek type with their glasses and not so handsome looks and bad hairstyles. They hung out with the other geeks at school and I knew they weren’t very good with the girls but liked to talk big like most of us.

 

I had fantasized about seeing their cocks but being a guy I would never dare let it be known for fear of loosing my only friends besides I was struggling to understand my feelings.

 

After sucking Brian’s cock last night and everyone thinking I was Julie. I couldn’t stop thinking about their cocks and how it would be suck theirs.

 

Tonight it would be Julie entertaining Wayne and giving him a present he would never forget! I picked up the phone and called Bills cell phone and left a message for him not to come over tonight. That I was doing something with Wayne for his birthday and although I wish I could include them it wasn’t possible.

 

I then called Mikes cell phone and left the same message.

 

Tonight both our fantasies were going to come true.

 

I went to the kitchen and took out the refrigerator a large smoked sausage. Time to do some research. I went into the family room and put the video in and turned it on. It was all about different girls sucking cock and the guys eating their pussy’s.

 

I watched intently trying to learn the different techniques the girls used. I realized last night that I need to know more about how to suck a cock.

To give them the most pleasure I possible could.

 

I continued watching the movie over and over imagining myself sucking the cocks, imitating what they did while sucking on the sausage. With each scene I was beginning to get more excited about this evening.

 

I removed the videotape, put the sausage back in the fridge and went upstairs and hid it in my closet behind some clothes. Wayne would be over soon and I certainly didn’t want to forget the tape in the VCR. The last thing I needed was to have Mom or Dad or anyone for that matter turn on that movie.

 

I looked myself over in the mirror checking my makeup and outfit and reapplied my lipstick.

 

“Humm, perfect.” I thought out loud.

 

I heard the garage door open up and looked out the window. It was Wayne. He went in and then I heard the music coming out. I stood in the window watching for several minutes. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. I was shaking.

 

I kept thinking about last night and how even Mom and Dad couldn’t tell Julie and I apart.

 

I went down stairs and went out the back door, down the sidewalk to the garage and looked in. Wayne was at the counter with his back to me mixing some drinks. Next to the bottle of vodka there were several joints.

 

Oh-Yeah this was going to be a good night. Everything I need was there to sooth my nerves.

 

Suddenly his cell phone rang.

 

“What’s up Bill?” I heard him say. “Yeah, I’m here now.”

Then there was silence as he listened. I sat down on the bench that was at the side of the driveway. I had a perfect view of Wayne.

 

“No way man!” Then silence on Wayne’s part again.

 

“Ok. Well be cool.”

 

“Yeah Kacy and I will just have to party without you.”                

 

“Yeah its cool. You guys are coming over to my house Sunday right? Remember it’s my birthday and I my folks said I could have some friends over for dinner and I thought we could all just hang out afterwards. I got a new video game, its really cool!”

 

“Great! Yeah man, it will be the four of us. Well hope it all works out. Talk to you later.” Concluding his conversation putting the phone down.

 

Everything was going according to plan.

 

I got up and walked into the garage “Hi Wayne. How’s things going?”

 

Wayne wheeled around as if to try to hide the stuff on the bench. “ Hi Julie!” he blurted out, his voice highlighting his nervousness.

 

“Hey, eh, Kacy isn’t going to be home tonight. He wanted me to tell you.” I said.

 

“Oh ok. I guess I’ll just head home then after I close up. Thanks Julie.”

 

I walked over to him and looked behind him at the drinks and pot, “What this? Do you mind if I hang out with you a bit? Maybe we could smoke one of these together. If you don’t mind that is?” I said reaching around and picking up a joint and putting it to my lips.

 

“Ah, well, Ah yeah, sure, that would be cool.” He said with a puzzled look on his face.

 

“Kacy told the other guys not to come over.” I said. The puzzled look remaining on his face.

 

I reached over and stuck my hand in his front pants pocket to get the lighter. I wrapped my fingers around it and felt movement in his crotch. I moved my fingers around more and looked him in the eyes as I felt his cock through the material.

 

“ Mind if I use your lighter?” I said slowly almost in a whisper.

 

Wayne was frozen stiff! Not sure what to do or say.

 

I pulled the lighter slowly out of his pocket rubbing my fingers along his cock and putting it in his hand.

 

“Will you light if for me?” I said not breaking eye contact with him.

 

“Oh, sure. I’m sorry!”  He said and raised the lighter and flicked it to life. I broke eye contact and put the tip of the joint in the flame and took a long drag on it and holding it in then handed it to him.

 

I then picked up one of the drinks on the counter and walked slowly and seductively outside to the bench where I was sitting before. I could feel Wayne’s eyes watching my every move. He followed carrying his drink and the joint. I sat down and crossed my legs. My short skirt riding high up my thigh revealing practically all of my legs.

 

Patting the space next to me I said, “Come on sit down, I won’t bite. It’s a really nice afternoon and I love sitting in the Sun.” Then putting the drink to my lips, took a deliberately long slow drink of the liquid in the glass. Wow it was mixed strong, practically all vodka with just enough orange juice to add color to it.

 

Wayne sat down and I could tell he was really nervous about being so close to me. It was kinda funny and that I had to laugh, He had no idea why I was laughed. Wayne and I had sat on this bench many times getting stoned and he was never nervous when I was his friend Kacy, just one of the guys!

 

He took another hit off the joint and reached out to hand it to me, his hands visibly shaking. I touched his hand pausing for a moment before taking the joint, licking my lips slowly, then I put it to my lips and took a deep drag and held my breath holding the smoke in my lungs.

 

I put my head back against the chimney behind the bench and looked up at the clouds floating bye in the late afternoon sky knowing that as I did, my breasts would be straining against my low cut blouse. I intentionally didn’t wear a bra today and even though I was looking up I could feel my nipples pushing on the fabric.

 

“Ummm” I said releasing the smoke slowly, “ Wow that’s some good pot. Is it laced with something?” Then rolling my head over towards Wayne catching him staring at my chest and legs.

 

He suddenly realized that I was looking at him and he jerked his gaze away, grabbed my glass and stood up not answering my question.

 

“Let me refill your drink.” He announced and scurried off to the garage. I watched him as he went to the counter and poured the liquid from the bottle into my glass. Funny he didn’t put anything else in it, just vodka. I took another drag on the joint and leaned my head back and waited for him to return.

 

“Here you go,” he said sitting down again. I leaned forward and released the smoke from my lungs and took the drink and put it down on the patio stone next to the bench.

 

I was really starting to catch a buzz between the strong drink and the weed. I took another deep hit and decided to get things moving. It was obvious he wasn’t going to make a move.

 

I leaned over and grabbed his head and pulled it down to me and planted my lips on his kissing him softly. When he started kissing me back I began to blow the smoke into his lungs. I let go of his head breaking off the kiss leaning back on the bench.

 

He then blew the smoke out and looked at me with a real puzzled look on his face.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“I just don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl in school, a cheerleader on top of it and you have never, ever, come down to hang out with us before. In fact at school you don’t even know I exist. And now here you are getting stoned and you just kissed me? What’s the deal here? Are you setting me up for some kind of joke or something? And why did Kacy tell the others not to come over?” Wayne stammered out with his voice breaking.

 

“Look, Kacy told me its your birthday Sunday and he wanted me to give you a his present but not with everyone around.” I said staring him in the eyes.

 

“W h a t ‘s the present?” he asked looking away.

 

“Well, Kacy wants me to suck your cock” I said as I put my hand on his upper thigh. His cock was definitely growing.

 

“What?” he managed to get out not believing what he had just heard.

 

I got up and dropped the cushion I had been sitting on down on the patio stones in front of him and kneeled down. “Well he told me how you guys talk about me and this is his gift to you so just enjoy it. Eh, the thing is, you can’t tell anyone. Do you understand that?”

 

I took another drag on the joint and handed it to him. I then reached up and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his pants and slowly unzipping his pants as I blew out the smoke from my lungs letting my fingers trace his cock.

 

I grabbed his pants at the waist and looked up into his eyes and said, “ I need a little help here!”

 

With out a word he raised his body off the seat and allowed me to pull his pants down. His cock springing straight up. It was larger than I had imagined. Then bent untying his shoes pulling each one off, then the socks followed by his pants all the while I didn’t take my eyes off his seven or eight inch cock.

 

When he was naked from the waist down I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse swaying to the music and dropped it on top of his pants. “Do you mind if I get comfortable?”

 

My breasts being exposed to the late afternoon air and his eyes, made my nipples stick straight out from the mounds of my breasts. I knelt down between his legs and picked up my drink, standing up slowly allowing my chest to brush against his cock and balls and inner thighs. Picking up his hand I placed them on my breast. He squeezed it really hard just as I took a drink from my glass. I swallowed hard.

 

“ Ouch! Hey easy there big boy. Gentle is better!”  And then took another drink of the really strong drink. This time he gently squeezed my breasts and I leaned forward and put one of my nipples to his lips. I could feel his cock and balls up against my legs so I moved them back and forth.

 

“Ummm , Yes that’s the way, you big stud. Ummmm that feel so good.” I said as he sucked gently on my nipple. This is the second time a guy had sucked on my nipples and I was still amazed at how sensitive they were.

 

“Umm now lightly use your teeth to nibble on it, oh yeah that’s the way!” I moaned as he lightly took it between his teeth.

 

After about five wonderful minutes I backed away from him pulling my nipple out missing his mouth on them instantly.

 

“Awwwwwwe.” I said pouting, the disappointment being obvious in my voice.

 

I handed him my empty glass and then reached up and cupped each of my own breasts and pinching my own nipples played with them rubbing his saliva around in front of him. His eyes taking in every move I made. I moved seductively to the music that drifted out of the garage and then leaned forward kissing him.

 

Kneeling down before him, I placed his manhood against my naked chest reached up and unbuttoned his shirt allowing my hands to fondle his chest. I bent down and nibbled on his nipples and then pinching them, rolling them between my thumbs and finger making then hard.

 

“UMMMM,” Wayne sighed.

 

Turning my focus to his cock I lightly dragged my red painted fingernails down his chest and stomach to his cock grabbing his hard cock rubbing it over the soft flesh of my breasts and hard nipples.

 

“Oh god Julie, that feels sooooo good!”

 

I moaned with pleasure feeling his soft, hard  flesh as I played with my nipples. “Ohhhhh yeah.” I whipped my head back throwing my hair behind me and licking my lips slowly, “Ohhhhhhh.” I whispered softly leaning my head back.

 

Setting back on my heals, I used my fingernails to lightly trace the line on the underside of his cock until they reached the sack holding his swollen balls.

 

“Awe Yeah. God I can’t believe this is happening.” The words escaping from his lips.

 

I leaned forward and put my bright red lips on the tip of his manhood planting a soft kiss then opening my mouth slightly I stuck my tongue out and licked the hole at the end.

 

“Goddd Yesssss.” His word trailed off to a soft hiss.

 

His cock leaped I could taste the flavor of his sweet pre-cum leak out. Grasping the base of his cock with one hand I pulled down on it stretching the skintighter making the head swell more. With my tongue I licked all around the ridge at the base of the head. With the other hand I cupped his balls gently massaging them.

 

“OHHHH that feels so good!” he moaned almost in a whisper.

 

I looked up at his face. His head was back and eyes were closed. Wayne’s hands were gripping the bench to steady himself.

 

I licked down the same path my fingernails had traveled only a moment ago and holding his balls up to my mouth licking each one, then sucking them one at a time into my mouth using my tongue moving them around in my mouth then pulling them out while still sucking until they reached their limit and plopped down. I then traveled back up to the tip licking as if licking an ice cream cone.

 

“Ummmm, Oh God Julie your red lips are sooooo hot on my cock.”

 

I looked up into his eyes as he stared back down at me. His eyes were glassed over from the pot, booze and pleasure. I let saliva drip from my mouth onto his cock and rubbing it in pumping up and down slowly on the shaft.

 

I brought my mouth back to the head and this time I took it into my mouth until my teeth were just over the ridge and lightly bit down, sucking deeply on it while I moved my tongue back and forth on the underneath side.

 

His breathing was getting heavy as he tried to speak. “Yeah that’s it, please suck on it.”

 

I released my teeth and pulled it back out of my mouth and then sucked it deeper. I repeated the motion fucking his hard pole with my mouth each time moving my lips farther down until his cock hit the back of my mouth.

 

“UMMM, UMMMM” I moaned through my nose as I worked his pole with my tongue and mouth.

 

“Oh god, don’t stop!  Please.” He pleaded.

 

Wayne stretched his legs out straight and tensed up from the sensations my mouth was giving him. I lowered my head farther allowing his cock to push into my throat. I continued to fuck my mouth and throat.

 

“Holy Shit that feels sooooo good.” He moaned.

 

At last my nose was pressed into his pubic hair giving me a whiff of his sweaty body odor and my chin against his balls.  I held him deep in my throat for a moment enjoying his masculine smell and then as I pulled my mouth back up sucking until he came all the way out of my mouth making a slurping sound.  

 

“Ummm stud, you have a fucking huge cock. I just want to eat it up.” I whispered talking dirty in a seductive voice as I moved my fingernails down his inner thighs and legs.

 

“Oh god do!” he responded.

 

I grabbed it again and felt his butt cheeks tighten his cock swelling up even more as I licked around the crown of the head. I knew he was going to cum soon. I pumped up and down on his dick.

 

“OH GOD I AM GOING TO CUM! OH SHIT I DON’T WANT IT TO END!” Wayne moaned.

 

I sucked the head back in my mouth and continued to jack him off. I released his cock out of my hand and reached up to his bare chest with both hands bracing myself, digging my fingernails in. I could feel the flesh give way under my nails.

 

“ OUCH! OH SHIT I AM GOING TO SHOOT MY LOAD!” he practically shouted.

 

I kept my nails dug in his chest. I had him on the edge and now I was going to take him over the top.

 

I sucked more moving my head in circular motions around his cock.

 

“HOLY SHIT HERE IT COMES! OHHHHHHHH GOD! YESSSSSS! GOD YESSSS! YOUR MOUTH IS SO FUCKING HOT” Wayne shouted in deep heavy breaths.

 

 I dragged my nails down his chest making him erupt sending his hot musky juices into my mouth.

 

Screaming out “OWWWWWWWWW, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIT!

 

I swallowed, and then I released his cock from my mouth only to grab it with my hand. I pumped his shaft up and down until it stopped. His cum dripping down my face, nose and chin I swallowed the cum in my mouth then began licking the tip of his cock enjoying my friends man juice.

 

I looked up into his sweat-drenched face. His eyes were closed as if he had passed out. His chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Ten red scratches ran down his chest to his stomach from my fingernails.

 

I sucked his cock in one more time sucking off any cum that remained. Then pulling my mouth off his cock as it began to shrink. Standing up wiping the cum off my face with my fingers watching his face. He opened his eyes and I began rubbing his cum all over my breasts, playing with my nipples. Pinching my nipples one last time. I bent down and picked up my blouse.

 

“Kacy says Happy birthday!” I said in a soft voice as he sat there naked from the waist down and bare chest exposed.

 

“Julie, that was the most incredible present anyone could have ever given me. Thank you!”

 

“Don’t thank me. I did it for my brother. Goodnight.” I said then staggered topless to the house leaving him to get dressed and pick things up.

 

Once in the house I went to my room and gazed in the mirror. I had cum smeared all over my face and chest. I could feel it pulling on my skin as it was drying up. I laid back on my back on my bed and closed my eyes. The room was spinning and so was my feelings. Tears flowed out of my eyes out of happiness. 

 

After a few minutes I opened my eyes and dried my tears with the back of my hands and looked at the clock. Nine o’clock it read, so I finished undressing and put my robe on and stumbled downstairs to get something to eat. I was so hungry. I heated up some left overs from the night before and sat down and ate.

 

Grabbing a bag of chips I went back upstairs and laid back on my bed. The whole room was spinning out of control. All I could think about was how I pleased my best friend Wayne.

Removing my robe I crawled under the covers, closed my eyes and soon faded away.

 

            After a good thirty minutes Paul finally decided where he was going to eat. He pulled into the drive through at Taco Bell and ordered a few Extra Crispy Tacos plus a medium sized Coke to drink. After paying and taking his food he decided to park and eat, so he pulled into an empty space and turned off his car. He laid a couple napkins on his lap and tucked one partially into the front of his shirt, worried he would get food on his delicate suit. Paul took his time eating and drinking his coke, not wanting to get a stomach ache from the greasy tacos and fizzy soda. After finishing he disposed of the trash then just sat there and stared out of the front window into the traffic, day dreaming but yet not at the same time. He finally snapped out of it and started the car again and backed out then left the Taco Bell parking lot. The traffic was fairly heavy today since it was a Friday so everyone was off getting paid for their weeks work. He started to get agitated and cursed under his breath as he hit almost every red traffic light he approached. Finally Paul reached his mother’s house, his mother had died a few months ago and he was still selling off her things or giving it away. Getting out of his car and locking it, he blinked as he realized the door was open. I wonder who could be here he thought as he walked up the stairs and through the door way. “Hello?” he yelled out but received no answer. He shrugged it off and nudged the door shut with his foot and began to walk down the hall way when suddenly he felt a sharp pain run through his head then everything went black.

 

            After a few hours, Paul awoke to a nauseating headache and looked around the room, seeing no one. He tried to sit up but for some reason he couldn’t move. Looking at his ankles and wrists, he realized he was tied to the bed and he frantically began to pull on the robes, wondering what was going on. Suddenly he heard someone coming but they stopped at the doorway but still not in view. “Hello?” Paul asked out, hoping to receive a reply. “Now, now my dear Paul. Don’t struggle,” said a young woman. He blinked and looked to the doorway puzzled, wondering who this mysterious lady could be. Finally the woman stepped into the room and smiled at him. She was about 5’7 with fairly large breasts, about a D cup he suspected. Her eyes were a dark brown, almost black looking and her hair matched her eyes. Her skin soft an smooth looking with it’s dark brown tone. The smile soon widened into a grin which showed off her brilliant white teeth. He looked at the woman shocked, knowing he had seen her somewhere before but couldn’t place his finger on it. “You look surprised to see me,” she spoke in a calm voice. “I thought you would remember me, but I guess not. You’re such a disappointment Paul.” the woman said with a sigh. Paul stared at her dumbfounded and confused, unable to think of who she was until she finally said, “It’s me Jasmine, your one night stand.” Her eyes narrowed as she spoke the last part. He gasped softly to himself as his eyes widened, now knowing exactly what she wanted. “Oh Jasmine, how are you? You’re looking very lovely as always,” he said, trying to play it cool. “Humph,” was her reply and she walked out of the door, closing and locking it behind her.

 

            A few hours later he heard the door unlocking and looked over to see Jasmine entering once more. This time she didn’t bother closing the door but went straight to him and began to tear off his clothes furiously. Paul yelled and began to panic, struggling to break free of the robes that held him tightly to the postings of the bed. She made loud fierce grunting and animalistic sounds. Now that he was completely naked, she gently and quietly removed her clothes and set them down off to the side. He watched her puzzled and confused by her sudden actions. Jasmine walked back to him and crawled onto the bed and in between his legs, looking down at his limp pathetic member. “Oh come on, I know it’s way bigger than this,” she said with a slight impatient tone to her voice. Paul shook his head replying back, “No please.” She ignored him and gripped his dick tightly then slowly began to move her hand up and down. He gasped out and began to struggle once more even though he knew it was useless now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to escape from these robes. “Please stop Jasmine,” he pleaded again but she continued to ignore him. Her head moved closer to his cock and her tongue slowly slipped out to slide across the tip of his member, another gasp coming from Paul. Jasmine grinned widely and began to twirl her tongue and lick on the head as her hand moved slightly faster but kept a tight grip. Slowly his dick began to become hard, he couldn’t help but love the way her soft warm tongue rubbed against his sensitive dickhead. Soon her hand let go of his shaft only to be replaced by her wet warm mouth. He gasped out loudly and looked down to see her cheeks slowly going inward as she began to suck, her hands reaching up to gently massage his balls. A soft low moan ushered from his mouth and he leaned his head back down and relaxed, giving into her now. Her head began to bob up and down on his member as she sucked even harder, gripping his sack even tighter. After a while of sucking his dick, she pulled her mouth back and licked her lips pleasingly. “Taste good as ever Paul,” that same wide grin came across her face once more. Jasmine climbed up his body and looked down at him, knowing she had defeated him. Gripping his dick once more she directed at her opening and slowly rubbed the head against her entrance. He shook his head looking up at her but she just nodded and slowly lowered herself down onto it, moaning softly as she felt the head push inside of her wet pussy. “I haven’t felt anything this large in a while my dear,” Jasmine said, pushing down more, his dick going in farther and all he could do was moan out from how tight and warm her pussy felt. She let all of his shaft rest inside of her throbbing pussy then slowly began to pull up and push back down once more. Her moans were so soft and it aroused him slightly more, trying to think of something else and she realized this so she pushed down harder and moaned a little louder. Paul gripped the robes tightly trying to concentrate on anything instead of her gorgeous body and seductive moans. She began to ride him faster and harder, her moans growing louder and soon his hips began to thrust upwards to meet her thrusting, moaning out. She forced herself down harder onto him and moaned out loudly, feeling her orgasm close. He too felt his climax near and began to wildly buck, moaning out. She screamed softly of pleasure as she pushed herself down hard one last time and erupted into an orgasm, her juices engulfing his dick and slowly leaking from her entrance. He gave out a loud grunting sound and exploded deep inside of her tight, warm, wet pussy, also feeling juices run down his dick and his balls. They laid there for a few moments, catching their breath then she slipped off him and cut his robes then got dressed. “Hope you learned a lesson from this dear. Bye.” she smiled at him then walked out of the room, leaving him there breathless and satisfied.

 

I puffed on my cigar making more smoke than was necessary hoping she would move away.  She was hot but I was in no mood for another high maintenance bitch to drain my pockets.  I watched her from the side of my eye and saw her reach into her bag and draw out a cigarette.  Of course she couldn’t find a match and turned to me, cigarette dangling between her fingers.

 

“Pardon me, do you have a light?” she asked in a pleasingly husky voice.

 

I had to oblige her no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t be completely anti-social.  “Sure,” I said and flicked my lighter to life.  She softly cupped my hand with her long fingers taking the opportunity to look me straight in the eyes.  She had big green eyes and full red lips that looked like they were made to wrap themselves around a cock. 

 

“Thank you,” she said slowly sliding her long nails off of my hand sending an electric charge straight to my cock.  It twitched and I think I unknowingly winced.  She smiled looking down at my crotch.  I turned around to face the bar again and tried to ignore her, but she wasn’t going to make it that easy for me. 

 

She turned in her seat to face me and said, “Excuse me, I know this sounds like a line, but what kind of a cigar is that?  I’m a novice cigar smoker and am trying to learn about different cigars.  That one smells great,” she said smiling with those sexy green eyes. 

 

I sighed inside not wanting to insult her and ruin her self image, I’m sure she thought she could have any man she wanted, he would have to prove her wrong.  “This is a Cohiba, made in the Dominican Republic.  It had been one of Cuba’s best cigars before Castro and the trade embargo.” 

 

She seemed impressed with my knowledge.  “You don’t happen to have another one would you?” she asked raising her eyebrows.  “I’d pay for it, really.  I’m not high maintenance . . . at least not with money,” she said giggling.

 

I looked at her incredulously and said, “No. I don’t have another, sorry.”

 

“What about your cigar?  Can I suck on it?” she asked parting her lips slightly.

 

“I don’t think so, dear.  I never share my cigar with anyone,” I couldn’t believe her nerve.

 

“I didn’t mean that cigar silly,” she said smiling with a wink and pursed lips.

 

I nearly choked on my smoke and couldn’t believe it.  Just when I wanted to be left alone, here comes this hot black chick wanting to suck my cigar and I don’t mean cigar.  My cock, which had a mind of its own sprang to life at the offer . . .  traitor. 

 

She glanced down at my crotch again and must have noticed the traitor springing to life.  Her hand snaked out and grabbed hold of the traitor and gave him a squeeze.  He liked that and grew a little more under the urging of her fingers. 

 

“Ooohh, your eyes say no, but your body says yes,” she said not letting go of my growing cock. 

 

I looked around the bar to see if anyone had noticed, to my surprise no one was paying any attention to us.  I quickly closed my legs and her hand left my crotch, her smile even larger than before.  It had been some time since I had sex and my cock kept growing until it was as hard as I could ever remember it being.  I tried to hide the fact but she wouldn’t take her eyes off of my crotch.

 

“Would you stop looking at my crotch, please,” I asked looking around the bar again.

 

She picked her eyes up and looked at me with those green eyes and pouted.  “I’m sorry honey, it just looks so yummy.  Won’t you let me play with it for a while?  You don’t have to do anything but let me suck that hot white cock until it explodes in my mouth,” a hot breath escaped her lips and fell on my neck. 

 

My cock was not going to cooperate.  That just made it harder if that was possible.  I looked at her and said to myself, ‘What the fuck.  I could go for a blowjob.’  I placed a thumb on my nuts and pressed down until pain shot through them.  My hardon soon subsided and I felt back in control of myself.  “Your place or mine, sugar lips,” I asked stupidly.

 

“Oh baby, we don’t have to go anywhere except to a john stall.”

 

My eyes widened but I was up to it.  A quick BJ and I was back at the bar with my Cohiba.  “Okay,” I said, “you gonna meet me in the men’s john?” I asked.

 

“Sure baby. I’ll be right behind you.  Be ready for me,” she said.

 

I got up and walked quickly to the men’s room before my cock got hard again.  I went to the last stall and undid my pants and let my zipper down.  I waited for what seemed like an hour when I heard the door open.  I strained my ears to hear if they were a woman’s heels clicking on the floor.  The click clack of spiked heels echoed off the walls of the empty bathroom, slowly becoming louder as they approached my stall.  My cock was standing at attention ready for a good suck.  The heels stopped in front of my stall and the door creaked open slowly, revealing the tall, leggy dark woman.  She stepped into the stall and locked the door behind her.  She pressed her tits up against me and kissed me deeply, her tongue flicking into my mouth like a snake, twirling around my own tongue and then sucking on it like a slippery cock driving me wild. 

 

We separated tongues and she reached down for my cock.  She stroked it expertly and then shoved my pants down to the floor.  She spun me around and sat on the commode so that my eight inch cock was directly in front of her face.  She took a long look and kissed the head lightly looking up at me from under my stiff prick.  “Ready?” she asked and slipped the head into her warm mouth not waiting for an answer.  She sucked hard and my cock seemed to be swallowed up inch by inch until it could go no further.  Her tongue flicked out licking my nuts at the same time her throat was stuffed with my eight inches of hard cock.  I nearly blew my load as she pulled back, all the time maintaining full suction.  My cock popped out of her mouth echoing off the walls of the empty bathroom.  I panted hard trying to hold back ejaculating right then and there. 

 

She looked up at me with those green eyes and smiled, “Like that?” she asked and grabbed the base of my cock and stuck the head back in her mouth.  Her tongue swirled around the head over and under while her hand stroked the full length of my cock.  I reached down and held her shoulders trying to push her back and let my cock breath.  She would have none of it, instead she sucked and stroked harder and faster until I couldn’t hold it back any further.  Without warning my load roared up the shaft and filled her mouth with warm creamy cum.  She swallowed as fast she could but some cum escaped her mouth and drizzled down the side of her mouth hanging at the edge of her chin.  I kept shooting spurt after spurt into her throat until I finally had no more to give.  She kept sucking up every drop I had to give.  What a greedy little bitch I thought and scooped up the string of cum dangling from her chin.  I held it above her head hanging from the end of my finger.  She reached out with her tongue and licked it off of my finger and then stuck my finger in her mouth making sure she didn’t miss any.

 

My cock was still hard and ready for another round.  She smiled and kissed my cock and looked up at me.  “Mind if I take care of myself real quick?  That got me so hot I just have to cum at least once,” she said rubbing her crotch. 

 

I was feeling greedy and stroked my cock in front of her face, “No. Suck me off again, then you can cum.  I’ll even help you, okay.”

 

“Okay,” she said slyly and shoved my cock back into her hot mouth.  She kept shoving my cock down her throat, in and out, in and out, again and again.  Her tongue flicked out and lashed at the head every time my cock head came out of her throat.  I was speechless, I couldn’t even groan.  This was by far the best blow job I had ever had.  I felt my nuts boiling ready to let another load go, she could sense it too and squeezed my balls and rolled them between her fingers.  She placed my cock head in her mouth and sucked and licked it until my balls let loose another huge load into her mouth.  I could feel her flicking over my dick hole as my cum spurted out shot after shot.  My entire body spasmed in pleasure and a groan escaped my throat and hers as the final spurt left my cock.  No cum escaped her mouth this time and she swallowed with a sigh of satisfaction. 

 

My legs felt like spaghetti and I had to sit down or fall to the ground.  She pulled my shorts and pants up and spun me around so that I could sit on the john.  I sat back and gathered my breath.  She stood in front of with her crotch staring at me.  “My turn now, you promised you’d help,” she said pulling her panties down.  As she stood up I could see that this was no ordinary woman.  This was a man, a man with a big black dick.  She grabbed her cock and began to stroke it in front of my face.  I watched it grow longer and thicker and felt my own cock growing again.  I was aroused by watching her stroke that fat black cock.  It grew to a nice nine inches long and as fat as a banana.  She must have been pretty horny because a drop of pre-cum formed at the dick hole.  I found myself leaning over to lick the pre-cum off the tip of her dick.  She stopped stroking it as my tongue snaked out and grabbed the large drop.  It tasted salty sweet and I wanted more. 

 

“Suck it,” she whispered holding it up to my lips.  My mouth opened and she slid the fat cock past my lips and into my mouth.  My lips stretched wide to accommodate the fat piece of head meat and I sucked the shaft in as far as I could.  I didn’t even think about it I just sucked it and reached my hand up to lightly squeeze her big nut sack.  She moaned as I rolled her nuts around with my fingers and said, “Squeeze harder.”  I did as she asked releasing a deep moan from her throat.  She grabbed the back of my head and began to pump her cock into my mouth.  I tried to take as much of her cock into my mouth as I could without gagging.  My own dick had come back to life demanding some attention.  He would have to wait, I was having too much fun at the time. 

 

She pumped faster and faster her cock head hitting the back of my throat.  I could feel her nuts tighten up in my hand and prepared for her load.  I wanted to taste it and swallow as much as I could.  She stopped pumping and I felt the cum rumble up through the long cock shaft until it finally exploded in my mouth filling it quickly.  I tried to savor the salty sweet flavor of her cum but had to start swallowing or I would lose some to the floor and I wanted it all.  It didn’t seem to stop, it just kept cumming and cumming.  Finally the cum stopped and her cock trembled and softened in my mouth I didn’t want to let it go.  She gently took it out of my mouth and pulled up her panties, stuffing her cock into the tiny panties. 

 

I sat on the john with my dick sticking straight up into the air.  She looked down at it smiled.  “You’re on your own with that one, honey.  I’ve got to go,” she said and turned to leave.

 

“Wait,” I said, “can I see you again?”

 

“If we see each other again, we’ll see each other.  Okay?” she said and left the stall.

 

I just sat there for a while and thought about what had just happened.  I had sucked my first cock and ate my first load of cum and I liked it.

 

END

 

 

Cutting the remnants of her shirt away he slid down her legs and cut her long skirt off too. The slip and panties soon followed then the bra. He left her stockings and garters on; he liked the look of them. He slid off of her and grabbed her left ankle, yanking hard. He tied another plastic strap around her ankle the tied it off around another metal loop in the floor Grabbing her right ankle, he pulled it as far as he could make it reach. Realizing that his plastic tie wouldn’t reach the other metal loop in the floor he released her leg and went in search of some rope. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. He kept this old barn well stocked. Roughly tying the rope around her ankle he spread her wide again then tied the loose end of the rope to the metal loop in the floor.

Now that his bitch was secure and ready for him he quickly shed his clothes and lowered himself between her spread legs. He lowered his head and nipped at her tits. Chewing on first one nipple then the other he slowly moved his tongue around her small areoles. Raising up on his elbows, he stared down at her.

“I’m going to enjoy you so much I think I’ll just take my time fucking you,” he told her.

She shook her head from side to side, struggling uselessly against her bonds.

He pushed his erect prick against her virgin hole and slowly started to enter her. When her screams behind the gag increased in their ferocity, he laughed. Pushing slowly, he eased his way inside her until he felt resistance. He slowly backed off then pushed forward again, a little further. Continuing in this manner he tormented both himself and her for several long minutes. She had nearly screamed herself hoarse by the time he finally shoved through, completely breaking her hymen. He used a slow, steady pressure, making her believe he was ripping her apart inside. She knew she was dying, the pain was incredible.

Suddenly, a new pain screamed through her body when he started slowly pumping in and out of her. She pulled against her bonds, making her wrists and ankles bleed. There was no escape though. He slowly increased his speed and started to grunt as he pumped into her. When he pulled out she thought it was over. She was sure of it when he cut her legs loose. Then he grabbed her ankles, tossed her feet over his shoulders and plunged back into her again.

She screamed into the gag again, feeling like his cock was being shoved all the way through her and coming out her throat. He started pumping into her furiously and bent her almost double as plunged deeper and deeper into her. When he finally shot his hot load of cum inside her she was almost relieved even though it burned her torn insides. He shoved himself as deeply into her as he could and held himself there as he emptied his sperm into her. Finally, the flow subsided and his feet slid back. He fell on top of her lay panting against her chest.

“Damn, bitch, that was one hell of a ride,” he gasped. “I can’t wait to try your ass.”

This is a true story as related to me by a now wiser and possibly less confident young woman; it’s a condemnation of the male sex.  This is a story of brutal rape and humiliation.

“ARE YOU FRIGGIN’ READY YET?”  My live in boyfriend’s voice came booming up the stairs.
“Won’t be long hon. Just got to find my shoes and I’ll be there.”, I yelled back. Thinking to myself, "If I hadn’t had to waste time finding your goddamned shirt, and those
goofball socks that you insist on wearing, I’d have been ready ages before you.” As I walked down the stairs, he was standing at the bottom looking up towards me.

“What in the hell do yuh think ya look like? You're dressed like a 2 dollar ho.”
Now I know I wasn’t dressed like a nun, but no way was I dressed like a whore.  Jesus H. Christ going to hell in a hand basket! Only six months ago, when we’d first started going out; this was how dumbass used to
like me to look. So what was his current malfunction anyway?

I had on a dress made of thin cotton, cut low on the bosom, with the hemline about six inches above the knee. After all, it was summer and the temperature
was sky high, so I didn’t want to wear panty-hose or stockings. Besides, my legs had a nice tan and the hem wasn't so short that my thong underwear would show. So, I was dressed a happy medium, pleased that I was going to attract attention, but without seeming too slutty. Or, so I had thought.

On the way from our place to the roadhouse the fight that began on the stairs only got worse, and we were
both really going at each other. To tell the truth this was not unusual lately, we had gotten to a stage in our relationship where bickering had become the normal start to an evening. But we’d usually end those same nights fucking, and swearing our undying love for each other. Better that than a 2 minute quickie, followed by a peck on the lips, and 5 hours of loud snores.

As we walked into the honkytonk his parting comment was, “If you’re going to listen to that shit eating band that’s up to you, I’m gonna be playing pool with the guys.” We were regulars at this roadhouse; and this going our own ways had become our usual routine. He joined his pals at the pool tables, and I sat ignored at
the bar watching the band.  Or, so it seemed.

As you walked into this place, to the left was a stage for the bands, with a small area kept clear for dancing. To the right was an area where all the pool tables were, and in the middle people sat drinking at the bar. I made my way around to the side where the band was already playing on stage. I hauled my sweet cheeks up on a tall bar stool and ordered a drink. And for the next half hour that’s where I sat, oblivious to anything except the band. A couple of guys wanted to dance, but I wasn’t in the mood after the fight with my boyfriend, so I just said, “no thanks.”

The band finished playing and went off for their break, and some generic recorded music took their place. Using this slack time, I slid down from the stool and walked around to the pool table area of the roadhouse. Most of the stools lining the bar on that side were taken,
but there was still one available, so I settled in and ordered another drink.

Now, there’s one other thing to know about this bar, it is a haunt of two separate crowds of regulars that don’t get along well. One group’s from a town about 10 miles north. It’s an old, mostly played out mining town surrounded by hilly land now taken over by ranchers. The other group is mainly made up of people from a small farming town to the south; this is the bunch my boyfriend and I belong to.

It is not unusual to have a fight break out at sometime during the night, and when this does happen the entire establishment divides into two brawling gangs, all
fighting for the sake of fighting, if you ask me.

So, I would normally have found a stool near the pool tables usually occupied by my boyfriend’s crew, and if there weren’t a stool open, I’d have gone and hung by where he was playing. But tonight, still being  a little pissed at him, and there being no open stool near their
tables, I sat at the bar alongside the tables of the opposing crowd.

This didn’t present any problem at first, and as I nursed my drink I noticed the buckle on this one guy’s belt. It was really bitchin’, a big sculptured buckle.  It had a naked girl lying on her back on top of a Harley, legs up in the air, and a naked guy fucking her. Without realizing it, every time this guy turned around, I was looking to see just how detailed this buckle was.

Then I decided I needed to pee, so I asked the bartender to hold my seat, and I went to the can. As I was walking back, I'd just reached my stool, when this belt buckle guy smashed the cue ball into the pack on a break. As the ball broke the pack it ricocheted off the table and landed on the floor at my feet. By reflex I stooped down to pick it up, and in stooping my knees parted some, not
that anyone could see anything, unless they were at floor level.

As I was about to pick up the ball, a large hand wrapped itself around mine holding me still for a second. This guy with the buckle had dived onto the floor to retrieve his ball and was on his knees in between my legs.
“Thut’s a niiiiice li’l puss ya got there, kin ah pet it?” He said with a wicked grin on his face. “No you can’t, you disgusting perv. And let go of my hand.”, I snapped.

He kept a tight hold of my hand, preventing me from standing up.
“Ya know yuh want me. Ya been givin’ me thuh cum n’ git it look all night long, staring at my dick.”
“Let me go. I wouldn’t fuck you, if you were the last guy alive; I was only looking at your buckle.”
“Yeh! Ah bet. Thut’s like me sayin’ ah'm lookin’ at yer thong. But we both know damn well ah'm lookin’ to see how much coochie yer showin’. Yew might have
bin lookin’ at muh buckle, but yew were shure as hell thinkin’ ‘bout mah dick.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, if you use your dick as well as you use the pool cue, you wouldn’t be worth fucking.”
“Yew fucking be-atch. Air yew sayin’ I cain't shoot pool?”
“You can’t play for shit; my bitch hound plays better pool than you. I could kick your ass six ways from Sunday without even trying.”
“Yew cock teasers er all thuh same; yer flashin’ yer beaver and shootin’ off yer big mouth. But air ya gonna back it up with a bet?”
“Like what?”
"Muh belt ‘gainst yer cunt.”
"What are you offering?"
“Ah win and yew cum out to muh truck. Then ah’ll fuck thet l’il twat a yorn.”
“And if I win?”
“Don’ wurry none ‘bout thet, thut won’ happen.”
“But if I win, I get your belt?”
“Nooo weey Ho-say lady. Thut ther’ belt cost me sum big bucks.”
“So what’s a matter big bad chicken shit, you’re scared you’ll lose it to a woman?”

“Ok lady yer own. But yer gonna git thuh fuckin’ of yer life wunce this here game is over.”
“Don’t be too sure; if I was you I’d start asking around to see if anyone’s got any twine. ‘Cause you’ll need something to hold your pants up with sooner n’ you think.”

With that a new table was racked up, the previous game he’d just started was left to one side. All the guys around were from his crew, and they all cottoned
on to what had been taking place between us. By this time there was quite a crowd hanging at the table, and the shit was flying fast and furious in my direction.

They were all being crude, mostly yacking monotonously that they thought I’d get smoked,
then fucked. I had only taken on this poser galoot because I knew I could beat him, and anyway,
he’d really pissed me off, so I wanted to take him down a notch or two. Besides, he wore fake alligator cowboy boots—don’t you just hate that?

The game would have been easy, too, except for his stooges all around the table. Since they had the back area surrounded, nobody from outside this group could see anything they were up to. Every time I bent forward I’d get some jerk running his hand up the inside of my leg, this made me miss a few easy shots. As a result in no time this lame ass had taken the lead, with five balls sunk to my one.

I knew if I lost that there was no way I’d get out of there without this neanderthal porking my snatch. I was also pretty sure his bottom feeder homies would come along
to check it out, so things were getting kinda desperate. I was about to make a shot and as I leaned forward, I felt a hand on the inside of my knee, and it was
sliding up my inner thigh.

Without batting an eyelash, I swung around suddenly, turning the stick around in my hands like some kendo master and whacking the guy who was feeling me. I landed a very hard shot to his upper arm, knocking him sideways. Then, I stood there with my back against the table holding the stick reversed like a club in a threatening manner.

They all started ragging on me with shit  like:
“Go ahead  l’il gal give us yer best shot, ‘cause yew’ll only get wun.” I knew I couldn’t win this kind of fight.
So I said, “Now look here you motha fuckahs, I’ll make y’all a deal. You leave me alone to play this game fair and square, and if I lose, you can all have a piece of
the action. But if any one of you so much as breathes on me before this game’s over, then all bets are off and I’m gonna scream rape at the top of my lungs.”

Surprisingly one big wrangler said, “Ok fellas give thuh l’il lady sum space; she’s earned thuh right to prove herseff. Enyway, Burt will soon have this here game
in the bag, so whut's ar rush?”
With that the game continued.  From all the comments that were whizzin’ by  me, I was having trouble keeping my mind on the game. It got to red line pitch when mr. macho got a run of luck and sunk all his solid colors, leaving him only the 8 ball for the game. On my side, I still had six stripes plus the 8 ball if I wanted to leave without a bigtime fucking from a scuzball and likely worse.

I gotta tell you…by this point I was beginning to thoroughly regret shooting off my big mouth. So I took a deep breath to calm myself and thought carefully. For sure, my boyfriend would be wondering where I was by now. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I knew he wouldn't come looking for me tonight. It would be more than his pride could stand. He’d sooner hire a hooker for the night before he’d lower himself to come find me to say he was sorry. No, if I was going to get out of this mess, I was going to have to do it all by myself.

With that thought, I told myself to block out all my stupid thoughts, and remember how my ol’ daddy had taught me to play pool. I gathered up all my concentration, and it worked. Next shot, the ball went in. It hadn't been a hard shot, but it was exactly what I needed for shape to set me up. The next shot was a simple bump and stop with no english, and that one went in, too. Next came a shot that many would find tough. As I lined it up and took aim, it was as if the assholes around me had all
got lockjaw. It was quiet as a church on offering pledge Sunday.

I slid the stick over the bridge I’d made with my left hand. Zap, the cue ball just missed the intervening ball with the help of some well-delivered left back spin. The cue ball curved around the table clipping the fourteen ball and it spiraled gently into the pocket. I was definitely on a roll, the next two shots were no problem. Now one more ball and I would be even up with the shitkicker cowpoke.

Ouch! On second look, this was another awkward shot coming up, but I knew I could make it. I had to. Again, I shut off the outside world from my mind, and I could feel my daddy’s hand on mine guiding the direction of my stick. In my head I could hear him whispering in my
ear as he pressed close up behind me, and I could almost feel his hard prick that he would always push against my ass.

You see, my ol’ daddy had inadvertently prepared me for this kind of situation beginning when I was knee high to a grasshopper. He used to stand behind me, at first with me standing on an orange crate, with his long arms
wrapped around me. His hands would be guiding mine on the stick. He'd be explaining the technical details about how to make a shot, while at the same time
sliding his fat prick up and down my butt crack on the outside of my skirt. After many years of this, I'd learned how to block out this kind of distraction, and concentrate on the game. With a tiny click as the balls made contact, the last of my striped balls went in.  Whooooh!

Now with only the 8 ball to go, I could hear the shit storm start up again. But now the shoe was on the other foot, they were zinging this guy Burt. Everyone was
saying things like:
“If this one falls, the next thing to fall will be your pants.” And there was quite a bit of horseplay and acting out, but it was Burt not me getting the brunt of it.

I called the far side pocket and got up to the edge of the table and leaned as far forward as I could possibly reach. To get the control I needed with the dead on angle into the side pocket and not leave my ass waving in the breeze I had to lift one leg up onto the edge of the table. I leaned forward again, and a hand took hold of my crotch. I tried to react by bouncing back upright, but his other hand pressed firmly down in the middle of my back. I tried stabbing backwards with the butt of my stick, but he had stood to my left side and I was
powerless to do anything.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. I recognized the voice of the big man who’d stepped in and calmed the situation down earlier; I figured him to be the ramrod of this crew. He was gently squeezing my twat, his fingertips sliding into my crotch, rubbing my cunt crack.

“Go ahead bitch sink this wun an’ yew cain have his belt. I’m jest gettin’ a quick feel, cuz it looks like yer gonna whup ‘im.” I couldn’t stop
this dude, and he was working my clit with an expert action, so I knew I’d soon lose all concentration.

What could I do? Against all odds I made one last determined effort to block out what he was doing while I still could, letting him have unrestricted access, and not wasting time fighting him off. I lined up my cue and smacked that cue ball…higher and much harder than I’d intended. As soon as I made contact with the ball, I knew I was gonna blow that shot. The cue ball cracked against the 8 way too hard and sent it zinging at
the pocket, where it crashed against the back of the pocket and bounced back out over the cup lip and back
across the table.  My heart sank. Oh shit!

My thoughts now were where will it stop? Will I have left an easy shot for Burt? The very next instant my cue ball, which on impact had gone lickity split in the opposite direction to the 8 no doubt to scratch, had instead also rebounded hard off the back of the pocket underneath me, and gone back to collide with the 8 once again. And now, recoiling from a second impact with the cue ball the 8 ball rolled slowly back towards the pocket that I’d originally aimed for. Only, it got slower and agonizingly slower and as it got to the lip of the pocket it appeared to stop, then abruptly dropped in and disappeared. Ooh Lordy! What were the odds against that? Better lucky than good, my ol’ daddy always said. The gasp of disbelief from the gang gathered around filled the air.

But although I’d won the game, I was still being held over the table, and this guy was working my clit something fierce. Now as I said, they had the area well
screened off with their bodies, so only they could see my predicament. And now I’d made my shot, so I could no longer block out the signals that were coming from
my clit. This guy rolled me over on my back and slid me along the table; I can remember someone taking the stick from my hand. I can also remember saying.
“Please no. Don’t do this. You’re not being fair. I won.” But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I was too far gone to struggle or protest. My legs were wide open, and I knew I was pushing down on the table with my feet, lifting
my crotch up and down as he pushed his fingers deep up my pussy.

When he rammed his fingers into me, I lifted pushing my hungry cunt hard against him. The rest of the guys all stood around watching. Soon, I was flopping up and down and cumming. His mouth clamped itself onto my pussy and he started drinking my cum as he supported my hips with his hands.

While I laid there still semi-conscious, other hands were all rubbing and feeling around my crotch. As I came back to earth I tried to sit up, but was pushed back down by Burt’s hand on my chest.
“Not sew fast li’l ladee ah want mah turn,” he said. I was once again surprised by the big guy, grabbing Burt's hand and pulling him off me.
“What dew yew think yer dewing? She whupped yew fair and squar’,” and with that he pulled
Burt out of the way. He gave me his hand, and said,
“Doan jest lay thur gal, git up own yer feet an’ collect yer winnin’s, yew certainly deeserve tuh.” Getting helped up, I walked wobbily across to where Burt was standing.

The big guy was glaring at Burt, which I’m sure was the only reason he stood still. I undid his sexy buckle and slid the belt out of the loops on his jeans. I wrapped
it around the outside of my dress, buckled it up and let it slip down onto my hips. Finally, I couldn’t resist one last dig. “Thanks for the game cowpuncher, but if I were you, next time I’d pick on a girl from grade school.” With that, I pushed my way through the circle of men, and re-took my seat at the bar.

I'd just had my twat fingered and my carpet munched, so I hadn’t got away with it scot-free. But that didn't stop me from sitting there like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. I had a big smug-assed grin on my face, and I was already thinking how I’d taught that poser a lesson…never to underestimate women.

The guys had mostly got back to their games on different tables, but Burt was with three or four guys all
huddled together. I thought maybe he was licking his wounds from the humiliation I’d just given him. So, I turned back towards the bar and continued drinking,
and humming away to the music as the band had begun again. I was just musing to myself whether to move to the other side of the bar to watch the band better.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights went out, the whole place was plunged into pitch black darkness. All hell broke loose among the panicked bar patrons. At that very instant, I was grabbed with two arms tight
around my body hauling me from the stool, and a hand being clamped around my mouth. I fought them and struggled for all I was worth, but it was no good.
Soon we were outside, and I was hustled across the parking lot to a large van.

There was a guy running ahead of us, and he had opened the big sliding side door. I was thrown inside, landing hard on the floor. At least ten men crowded
their way in, and the door was slammed shut.  Immediately, the sound system fired up and the
music blasted out loud enough to make anyone deaf. Even if I’d screamed my lungs out, I couldn’t have been heard over the music. The van started moving and we
were all soon accelerating like a bat out o’ hell down the road.

Within minutes we  had stopped, and so did
the music. Burt walked up to me and he was the first to speak.
“Ok ladee we’re far away frum whair enywun kin hear yew now, so ef yew want to scream yew'd best git it over with. Cuz it ain’t gonna help yew eny...OK. Yew know who's giving thuh orders now. Ah want yew tuh stan’ up.”

I did as he asked, there was no point in being awkward. I stood there in front of him. “Reckon ah’ll have muh belt back now.” Once again although I’d won the belt fair and square, it was pointless resisting. So without a word of
protest, I undid the belt. I reached out my hand to give it back to him.
“Yew took it off. Yew cain put it back own.” Meekly I went across and threaded it through the loops around the top of his jeans, and started to fasten the buckle.

“Doan bother dewing thet up darlin’; yew cain start unfastenin’ muh fly. Yew said ma pants would cum down, an’ now yew’re goin’ to be proved right.”

One thing I haven’t mentioned yet was that from the time I stood up in the van there was one guy flashing away with a camera, every time I moved he took a picture of me. Now, I was really in a fix, and a fucking was almost
a done deal.

I figured why get hell beat out of me, too.  I might just as well do what they want and get it over with. I knelt down in front of him and undid his jeans, lowering them down and lifting his prick out of his pants. I stroked it and
pulled gently, and then put my mouth to work, soon getting him to full erection. By now, I was being undressed by guys from all angles. My tits were
being sucked, and my cunt was being squeezed.

They laid me on the floor and Burt mounted me pushing his fat prick hard up inside my pussy. He jammed it in being as brutal as he could. Since my hole was still wet from the big guy’s fingering, Burt slid in easily, and in different circumstances, I might have loved it.

He only fucked me for about a minute, and when he could tell this wasn’t hurting me, he pulled out and lifted my legs high, presenting my ass at a better angle to
his prong. My poor pussy had already been working overtime, due to being savagely fingered, so while he’d been fucking my cunt, my juices built up from before had been running out and down across my asshole. Realizing that would get him by my tight starfish, he rammed his now wet and slimy prick up into my hershey highway, hoping to make me scream. But coated with my thick cunt juice his johnson slid up kinda easily, and he had no choice left but to start fucking. He’d hardly got started before someone was shouting something at him.

“Come own Burt, we all want a turn at her. Yew cain see she’s taking that wiener dick o’ yorn too damn
easy. Yew get own yer back an’ we’ll lower her ownto yew, thet wey ah can ram her hot cunt. With two at wunce, we’ll see ef she still finds thut a turn-own.”

With that Burt pulled out, two guys grabbed my legs, and two more grabbed my arms. They hauled me up in the air, still facing up. Burt got on the floor on his back and I was lowered down so he could get his prick stuck
deep into my now stretched brown pucker.

Burt then took hold of my arms holding me down, not that it was necessary; I had decided resistance wasn’t an option. Now the guy who’d told Burt that he wanted a turn in my twat was getting into position. He forced his prick up my slot, and he like Burt was certainly not using any finesse. He rammed his somewhat larger shaft in as if he were trying to be as brutal as possible.

Now I’m not a slut, and I’d never before had more than one man at a time. But I do like sex, and I’ve never found but one man up to now, that ever gave me more than I could take.

On the contrary, I usually lay there after sex wishing my partner would suddenly get a new lease on life and fuck me again like he really meant it. So, although these guys appeared to be trying to be rough, the only thing at all uncomfortable so far was the unaccustomed stretching I was getting, because I’d never up until that time
experienced two men at the same time.  Yet, after the initial light pain, even this double team approach
began to press all the right buttons, and the harder they banged away, the more I liked it.

Guys were pushing pricks to my mouth from both sides, and I was sucking them all in turn. Other guys were sucking on my nipples, and the whole experience
just became something else. Suddenly, it was like being a kid at your birthday party, with all your favorite foods along with presents, too. In the process, I had lost all sense of shame or inhibitions. As the guy up my velvet tunnel was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot it all over my face.

While he was doing that, someone else took his place and my sweet puss was once again hot into some action. Now this went on for at least an hour, and I came more times than I can remember. I had jizz shot up my ass, my twat, and down my throat. All the guys had had their turn, some were going at it more than once. The guy with the camera only stopped taking pictures while he was having his turn at me. How many pictures he’d taken I don’t know, but it must have been quite a few.

Eventually, with limp dicks all around, they’d had all they wanted of me, and I was told not to be such a pig-headed bitch again, or they’d give me another hardass gangbang. Although what these needle-dicked motherfuckers knew about hardcore gangbanging was an unsolved mystery to me. First time out, I could easily see them for the empty frauds they all were.

Whatever…the truck started up and we were moving again. While we drove, I cleaned myself up with some tissues and wipes, and got dressed, but they kept my thong as a souvenir. The truck barely stopped and I was shoved out the door like a sack of yesterday’s garbage. The door slammed and off they raced back down the road.

I realized that I was back in the parking lot behind the roadhouse. Peeling myself off the pavement, dirty but unhurt, I went in through a back door. I made my way straight to the ladies room, to check myself over. When I got done with all I could do to straighten myself up, I made my way back to the main bar, where I found my boyfriend still playing pool.

As soon as he saw me, he threw down his stick and stormed towards me at full speed. As he reached me, he
grabbed my arm half dragging me through the bar and out into one of the hallways, away from the main crowd.
“What in the fuckin’ hell have you been doin’? It’s all over the saloon that you put your furry little snatch up for a bet. Well…is it true?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Wasn’t like what? Ya either did, or ya didn’t, they also reckon that yuh won that porno belt that guy wears. Well…did ya?”
“Well yes, I did.”
“Ya did. Fucking aye, I’ll bet that pissed him off. I can't wait to see his face when he sees me wearing it. Where is it?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
“What the sam hill are ya saying gal? You’ve either got the belt, or ya don’t !”
“Yes, I won it. But when the lights went out, they took me out to their van and they raped me.”
“And the belt?”
“They took that back.”
“Those lowdown cheatin’ bastards. That belt wuz worth a small fortune.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? They gang raped me! And all you can think about is that fucking belt!?”
“Well I’ve goddamned told ya hundreds of times, yuh dress like a ho, an’ what the hell can
yuh expect. But if yuh won that belt, the shitheel sombitches have no right to steal it back. Still and all, I don’t think its worth starting a donnybrook over, it was
too damned fancy anyway.”

“So you’re not going to do anything about me being raped?”
“What’s to do? It’s over and done with now, and ya don’t look any the worse for wear.  I wouldn’t mind betting yuh friggin’ egged them on anyway. I’m going back
to finish my game. I’ll see yuh when its time to go home. It’s still a goddamned shame about that belt, I’d have liked to wear that, just to see his face.”
 
With that he turned and went back into the pool room. What could I do, I went back into the bar, hauled my well-fucked ass up onto a stool, got a drink, and listened to the band. Sitting there I was very conscious of people looking at me, and I assumed they had all heard about my bet, and that was what they were talking about. But
with all eyes on me, it was more than difficult, knowing that I had no panties on and my every move perched on the tall bar stool was precarious.

Nevertheless, I sat there up on display till my boyfriend came back at the end of the evening to take me home.

That evening his total concern was apparently confined to the loss of the belt that he now considered was rightfully his. Go figure. You’d have thought that he’d won the son of a bitch himself. My rape was not even mentioned again, and he still had his usual fuck before going to sleep. Too bad I hadn’t caught cooties to give him.

The next day as he took off for work, he was still griping about losing that motherfucking belt. When I asked what time he’d be home, he said, “Doan’no, I’m goin’
straight to the roadhouse after work with the crew, I’ll see ya down there.”

“I’ll see ya when you get home. I’ll give the bar scene a break for tonight; I’ve got housework to catch up on.”
“Suit yourself. See ya when I get back.”, and just like that he was long gone. Self-centered prick, but what else is new?”, I thought. 

I went to work that morning as usual. Some of the guys there had heard about my bet. They were all jabbing me about my cutting this guy from Craigsville down to size, and I didn’t correct them by telling them how he’d raped me. I figured under the circumstances, the less people that knew, the better.

When I got home from work I set to get all the washing into the machine, and then do general tidying up and cleaning. By 8:00 I was plumb tuckered out, but
our place now looked more like a home than a bomb site. I went upstairs to take a shower, and thought I’d slip into a nightie, get into bed, and watch a movie.
I’d just walked out of the shower, into the bedroom, when I could see some headlights coming up our driveway.

That driveway was maybe about 100 yards long, and
led to an area in front of the house big enough to park up to somewhere around 10 pickups. The headlights coming up our driveway were from not one, but from a convoy of trucks and vans, as it turned out. The leading one I recognized as my boyfriend’s truck, but there were at least six more trucks following him.

The first thing that came to mind was that damned belt. I thought even though he’d said it wasn’t worth starting a war over, like most men he’d changed his mind. Six or seven trucks meant at least twenty plus guys. He’d
obviously rounded up the whole crew together. It was unusual for all the guys to be out like this, it must be some special event.

He’d pissed and moaned about the loss of ‘his’ belt, maybe until it had become a major pride issue. Could be that he was now coming home to collect his baseball bat, or even worse his .357!

As the trucks all screeched to a stop, I’d expected him to jump out and come running in for whatever weapons
he’d decided on using. Instead, as I looked out, all the guys were getting out of their trucks, and heading for the house. This got my attention, and for a moment I
wondered what the hell was happening, but I didn’t have long to wait to find out.

I heard the front door open, and the boyfriend shout.
“Where are you honey?”
“I’m upstairs, give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll be down.”
“Don't bother, we’re coming up.”
“But honey, I’m not dressed for guests. Just give me a few seconds.”
But I could hear them all clumping up the stairs, and the general atmosphere told me that they were already sloshed with booze.

I ran towards the bedroom door with the intention of locking it. My boyfriend got to the door before me,
punching it open, and storming in followed by all his friends. As he walked over in front of me, he held out his hand with what looked like a spread-out pack of cards. He threw them in the air and they floated down like confetti.

Without picking one up, I could tell instantly that they were photos of me from the night before.

“So you were raped, were ya? Do these look like someone whose being raped?”
“But…”
“But nothing. Yewww fuckin’ slut. Yuh’re just a fuckin’ ho. You fuckin’ asked for everythin’ you got, and ya went along with the dirty bastards. Yeww let them fuck yew every way possible, an’ then went back fer more. Well, we’rrre gonna teach you a fuckin’ lesson yuh won’t forgit in a hurry. If yew think yuh got fucked last night, then yuh’d better think again, cuz tonight yer gonna
get a real fuckin’.” He drunkenly slurred his words so the redneck twang came out. In those same words there was also an anger and fierceness that twisted his face and spread into his pained bloodshot eyes that I’d
never seen before.

Now as I have said about the previous night, I knew I couldn’t stop them, and there was no point in getting a beating. It was for sure and for certain I was going to get fucked that night, so I just went along with it. There was another thing that my ol’ daddy had taught me that applied here; he’d always said for every situation, you can make it either a positive or a negative. Along those lines sometimes the best policy is simply to shut up and play the hand you’re dealt the best you can even if you’re holding shitty cards.

This practical attitude had gotten me through the previous night’s ordeal, without it becoming a major trauma. It looked like this next night would be no better, so I resigned myself to going along with the action.

They looked as though they too were going to make sure they got a visual record of all the action at my expense. There were two guys with video cameras, and one guy taking stills. I stood there with just my bath robe on.  I was totally naked underneath.
“Git that shit suckin’ robe off, and git yourself up on the bed with yore legs spread wide,” came the instruction from my now ex-boyfriend really feeling his firewater now. With a shrug, I unfastened the belt that was tied around my waist, and dropped the bath robe straight to the floor.

I calmly walked across to the bed, climbed into the middle, and laid back with my legs bent high and spread wide open. As soon as my legs went up, there was near riot. The men lunged in from all around the bed. Like the previous night’s experience, they showed no sign of love or romance. They were out to abuse hell out of me, and abuse they did.

The details of what happened when, or what happened first, are all a blur. But there were over 20 men, and I was fucked relentlessly for the next 3 solid hours. They delighted in shooting their cum in my face, and I dutifully sucked cocks one right after another the entire time I was being fucked. At one point they took turns pumping their slimy cream into a glass until they’d filled it about half way. When they gave it to me.  I didn’t need a roadmap. I immediately drank it down in one long swallow, without having to be forced.

Some of the men started leaving, while others were still banging away at my well used hole. I even noticed one or two additional men arriving well-after the whole
thing had started. When they had all finished, there were about 10 men still sitting around talking. At that time, the dogs in one of the guy’s trucks parked in the
yard were disturbed by some of the other guys leaving. The fella whose dogs were barking went to the window and yelled for them to shut up.

This simple action must have suggested a new idea to another guy’s hooch fogged brain. I saw him
make a sudden bee-line for where my ex was sitting and say something I couldn’t hear. After that my ex got up and said,
"Hal, go get a coupla your dawgs and bring them in here. Their always tryin’ to hump ma leg when we’re out huntin’. Let’s see what they can do with this bitch. We ain’t gonna have use for her again, so it don’t matter if they fuck her up, or not.”

I realized right then in spite of my natural shock, smart gal that I am, that he was really going to get those dogs upstairs to fuck …me! But, as before, I decided resistance was futile.

In truth, I’d seen pictures of girls with dogs, and had always wondered what it would feel like. I was soon going to find out up close and very personally, as
these big hunting dogs came bounding into the bedroom. I was yanked up from the bed, and slapped down on the floor on my hands and knees. As soon as I was down, both dogs had their tongues lapping around my swollen cum dripping pussy, and the first dog was
mounting me in mere seconds. His pointy prick stabbed all around the tops of my legs, and more by luck than judgment it found its target, and up my twat he  went.

There seemed no thickness to the prick at first, but rapidly it grew in length and diameter. He was soon completely filling my cunt. His pace was rapid, and the
feeling was surprisingly good—once I got over what was fucking me. Just to be on the safe side, I did my best not to show how much I liked it.

Within a minute, I could feel his big knot pressing hard against my tunnel. My vagina automatically reacted by opening up and in it popped, sorta like pushing a cork into a bottle neck and having it slip inside. Once he was in, he fucked me for all he was worth. It was heaven, and I’d blocked out of my mind the audience watching
and let this animal take his pleasure however he wanted. He came inside me at least five times—I counted-- before his knot eventually slipped out.

After that happened I was ready to fall to the floor and rest, but dog number two had other ideas and was mounting up as soon as dog number one dropped out. The experience was unreal; I just let myself go and didn’t bother anymore what they thought of me.  Piss on all of them.  That was the best fucking I’d ever experienced. Stud puppy 2 came up inside me at least seven times I think—I was beyond counting by then. As his knot and prick slid out, I slumped to the floor lying on my side.

While I was sprawled down there dog number one sidled across and started licking the tops of my legs. Not bothered about the audience, I lifted my leg up out of
the way giving him renewed access to my now gaping twat, which he licked at furiously. Not only did this rev my engines, but it put some juice in the dog as well, and he soon stood straddled over me trying to hump, and his dick was sticking out of its sheath.

I arched my back, resting on my shoulders and feet, lifting only my hips up towards his jerking penis. His nice cock found my pussy, and we were soon
merrily fucking once again. This was unbelievable. It was difficult to keep myself arched up for his dick to reach. But still, in this position, he fucked me and came three more times. After that, I just lay still with both dogs still licking me.

As some of the guys were about to leave, one decided he’d piss all over me as a final insult, and this led to at least six others doing the same.

The last of the men left at about 2:00 in the morning, at which point my ex, gathered all my clothes out of the closets, and threw them and everything else I owned out of the window. He said I was lucky he wasn’t throwing me out with them. He said I could sleep downstairs in the kitchen with the dogs, but to make sure I’d
left his house before he got up.

I did sleep a while with our dogs. But even though
the three dogs we had were bitches, they all took turns licking my pussy. By the time he’d gotten up I was ancient history-sold my car for cash and was riding the bus with all I could carry to the next state.

This experience didn’t do me any lasting sexual harm. But it demonstrates that if a man can’t wear you as jewelry, to show off to others, then he can’t stand
anyone else having you. In that case, he'll even go so far as to want to destroy you.

It’s now some years later.  Don’t you worry about this kid.  My ol’ daddy taught me to be a true survivor. Today I am far away from anyone who knew me back when , happily married to a loving man, with four kids, and still occasionally get stared at by men. Thank you very much.

But, I have no illusions left even about my loving husband. Because now I know the boundaries that a woman dares not cross, if she wants to keep her man happy. Remember ladies: It’s not enough to be cleverer than the man, to beat any and all of them in the game of life you also need to be wiser, and that wisdom unfortunately only comes with hard won experience.

By the way, does anybody know where I can get a good deal on a well-trained male dog to keep me feeling well looked after on my long lonely jogs through the woods?

Just in case any one is feeling worried about what effect that kind of experience would have on the mental state of the poor young lady. I can assure you that the above was pure fiction, and not based on any real person or
place.

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com I would also like to acknowledge the much appreciated help give by Redbaron, who edit this story and gave it a genuine American flavour. :" Edited by Redbaron719".
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I wanted to be fucked by the horse,its cock was massive,I wanted it inside me,in every hole,I joined my moter inlaw and watched as the horses cock pounded in to her tight cunt,she was loving it,she forced me down between her legs,I sucked at her cunt whilst the  horse cock fucked her.

I wanted it in me,she pulled my cunt lips open and I felt the horse cock penetrate me,it was so big,my cunt was stretched,he pounded into me,I could feel every inch of his cock,I looked across and my husband was licking his fathers arse his tongue darting in and out of the hole.The hoses cock was so big,god did it fuck me,my mother inlaw sat on my face and pissed on me,I licked her piss there was no filth I would not do.

The horse had come inside me but I wanted more,my husband wanted to see me take a cock up my arse,so my father inlaw fucked me.My mother inlaw took me outside and tied me to the fence,she began to beat me first using her hand then a slipper.Over and over again she beat me,she accused me of fucking her husband and fucking her horse.She asked if I liked a cock up my arse,I said yes,did I want  a⬠ horse cock up my arse,yes I said.She bought the horse out ,it mounted me,thrusting its cock deep up my arse,god I loved it.

That night I enjoyed a horses cock,my father inlaw doing absolutely filthy things to me,my husband after fucking his mothers arse  forcing his cock into my mouth,licking my mother inlaws cunt as she piss's in my mouth,there is nothing I will not do.

            The tight rib splint around his chest made his ribs ache, or maybe it was the re-inflated lung that made his chest feel like something was pounding on him from the inside. His head hurt and every joint in his body ached. He was bone tired and sorely needed a nap. Talking so candidly about everything that he’d been through, been forced to do and watch over the past couple of months was embarrassing and he wanted to finish the interview as soon as possible.

            “You look like you could use a breather,” Harrison commented.

            “Are we done?” Matt asked.

            Turner stared at the young man, propped against several pillows so he reclined in the bed at a slight angle. The agent finally let out a slow, heavy sigh.

            “Is there anything else you can think of that happened? Anything you haven’t already told us?”

            “We haven’t talked about the cabin yet.”

            “The cabin?”

            “Yeah. Kade’s cabin,” Matt replied softly. “It’s where he took us the day he grabbed Amanda, Beth and Sam.”

            “Okay,” Turner said. “Tell us about the cabin.”

            “It was supposed to be more filming. He put Angie, Carrie and me in the back of a van with a couple of boxes and made Jenny ride up front with him.”

            “If he was so hot for Carrie, why put her in the back?” Harrison asked.

            “He liked to keep Jenny and me apart. He knew we had a thing for each other. He used it against us.”

            “Nice guy,” Harrison quipped.

            “It took a couple of hours at least to get to the cabin. One of the boxes had some extra clothes in it and we just left it in the van. The other box had sex toys in it so we took it with us.”

            Matt paused and closed his eyes. Since he had done this several times during the twelve hour interview both agents knew he was about to launch into a description of sexual activity that was embarrassing for the young man. They both knew it was hard for Matt to talk about what had happened to him, especially when he had to be so graphic in his descriptions but it was information that they needed in their case against Daniel Kenneth Mitchellson.

            “He made Angie and Carrie strip and have sex on the porch of the cabin while he filmed them. He had them use some of the sex toys. When he was satisfied with that he made Jenny strip and tied her to a tree then stuffed vibrators up – up her… He strapped vibrators inside her and tied her to a tree. He made me strip and have sex with Angie then Carrie.”

“Where?” Harrison asked.

“On the porch,” Matt replied then continued his monologue. “Then we had to do a threesome using some of the sex toys he’d brought. There was a big motorcycle in the yard, I don’t know what it was. I guess it was a Harley or something, it was big. He made Angie sit on it with her back to the handlebars then he told me to get on it like I was going to ride it only – only…”

            “Only you didn’t ride the motorcycle?” Harrison asked.

            “No,” Matt whispered.

            “What happened?” Harrison prompted when Matt didn’t continue.

            Matt turned his head on the pillows as if he were staring at the wall of machines but his eyes were squeezed shut.

            “He moved Jenny so I had to look at her over Angie’s shoulder. Then he made us have sex on the motorcycle while he filmed it. I think the two girls, Amanda and Beth, showed up while we were…while…”

            “What happened?” Turner asked.

            “He told Carrie to take care of it while we…finished. He made us keep going until…until we…finished. He told me to get in the van and Angie to get Jenny then get in the van. A little later Carrie came and got Jenny. Then he came in and told us that we were supposed to act like were professionals shooting a movie then he told Angie to get dressed and join the others for lunch.”

            “What’d he tell you?” Harrison asked.

            Turner noticed that Matt started to shake and turned even paler.

            “You okay, Matt?” Turner asked, suddenly concerned.

            “Yeah,” Matt whispered, his voice so soft Turner barely heard him.

            “Let’s take a break.”

            “No!” Matt cried. “Please, I want to finish.”

            “Matt, you need a break.” Turner stared at him unflinchingly. “Just for a few minutes, give yourself a little breather. Okay?”

            “What time is it?” Matt asked.

            Turner glanced at his watch before replying. “Eleven-twenty.”

            “In the evening?”

            “Yeah,” Turner answered, nodding his head. “It’s night time.”

            Matt nodded and turned his head back toward the wall with the machines lined up against it. Turner motioned to Harrison and they moved across the room, stopping next to the door.

            “Why don’t you take a break? I’ll stay with him,” Turner offered.

            “I’ll be back in about fifteen?”

            “Sure.”

            Harrison pulled the door open and disappeared through it. Turner stepped to the side of the door and leaned against the wall. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at Matt, wondering if the young man would ever truly recover from his experience. Turner’s head jerked toward the door when he heard a light tap. He reached out just as the door opened and a tall man with dark hair stepped inside.

            “What the hell are you doing here?”

            “Don’t worry, they don’t know.” The dark head quickly swiveled toward Matt’s prone form. “I had to see him, see how he’s doing.”

            “He’s been making a detailed statement for the last twelve hours so he’s a little tired right now.”

            “Jesus, can’t you give him a break?”

            “What do you think we’re doing now?” Turner returned the glare he was getting. “Besides, he refused to break. I had to insist.”

            The dark-haired man smiled ruefully as he turned back to stare at Matt.

            “That sounds like him.” He motioned toward the bed. “Do you mind?”

            Turner shook his head. “Go ahead.”

            The tall man moved quietly to step up next to the hospital bed. He let his hands fall to grasp the railing alongside the bed. When Matt didn’t move, the man leaned down and crossed his arms on the railings, leaning close to Matt.

            “Matt?” he whispered.

            Matt’s eyes fluttered opened and he turned his head to stare dazedly at the newcomer. Slowly, recognition flooded his brown eyes.

            “How are you feeling?”

            “You told him?” Matt whispered.

            “No, Matt. Kade found out and called him. I called and asked about you but he’d already – he’d already beat you. I – he – I’m sorry, Matt.”

            “He was so pissed off.” Matt grinned up at his visitor.

            “I imagine he was. How are you doing?”

            “I’m sore as hell but it’s getting better.” Matt’s eyes darkened with concern. “How’s Jenny? Has he hurt her?”

            “I haven’t seen her but I don’t think he’s hurt her. He was angry with Carrie for not telling him about you.”

            “God, what did he do to her?”

            “He just tied her up and made her watch while he screwed Amanda and Angie.”

            “What about Jenny?”

            “I think he’s a little afraid of her right now. He hasn’t touched her since he – since you…”

            “Are you sure he hasn’t killed her?”

            “I got it from Xi that she’s still there and she’s okay.” He smiled at Matt’s look of obvious relief. “I’m going to tell him I have a buyer and make an offer for her. To see if I can get her out.”

            “Do you think he’ll go for it?”

            “I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “When we talked before, you said you wanted to take Jenny and go home. You didn’t mention Angie or Carrie…”

            Matt glanced down at the bed as he replied.

            “I don’t know, Nels. It’s like he’s brain washed them or something. They aren’t the same as they used to be. They do what ever he tells them and act like it’s alright.”

            Nels nodded his head.

            “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll try to get Jenny out. We’ll see if he’ll go for this. He seems enthralled with Amanda so I don’t think he’ll let her go any time soon.”

            He stared with worry-filled eyes at Matt for several seconds before speaking again.

            “Matt, I want you to know that I’m sorry for everything that happened to you in that house. Especially, my part in it –”

            “I know why you did what you did, Nels. I have to admit at the time I was really pissed off at you and I would have jumped you if I’d been given the opportunity.” They both smiled at one another. “But my dad’s a cop. I understand undercover work. I may not like what happened, but I understand why.”

            Nels nodded as he reached into his back pocket and retrieved a small card case.

            “Look, if you ever need to reach me for anything, if there’s anything I can do for you, call me. Okay?” He wrote something on the back of the card before handing it to Matt. “I put the number for my cell phone on the back. It’s the best way to get hold of me.”

            “Thanks, Nels.”

            He nodded at Matt and chewed his lip for a minute then stood and turned around to face Turner.

            “If I can get Jenny out, I think it’ll be time for you to go in.”

            Turner quickly walked over to stand next to Nels. He looked down at Matt.

            “Do you think she’ll cooperate as a witness?”

            “I don’t know,” Matt replied. “She might but she’ll be worried about the others. We talked about trying to get out but she wouldn’t go if it meant leaving Angie and Carrie behind.”

            “And you wouldn’t leave without her,” Nels said softly.

            “I couldn’t,” Matt replied.

            “I’ll contact him tomorrow and see what he says.” Nels looked over at Turner. “I’ll let you know.”

            “Be careful,” Turner said as he slapped Nels on the shoulder then stepped away.

            “Take care of yourself, Matt,” Nels said as he looked down at the young man.

            “I’m working on it.” Matt offered him a small smile. “Please, get Jenny out of there.”

            “I’ll do my best,” Nels promised before he turned and left the room.

 

            “Danny, can we meet? I may have a proposition for you.”

            “What kind of proposition?”

            “One that could solve your dilemma.”

            “Who says I have a dilemma?”

            “Xi mentioned she was worried about you.”

            “I’m free this evening. You want to come over around the usual time?”

            “Sure. One other thing.”

            “What?”

            “Do you have a digital picture of Jenny?”

            “Yeah. Why?”

            “E-mail it to me?”

            “Why? What are you up to?”

            “Just trust me on this, okay?”

            Danny was silent for a moment before replying. “Okay, I’ll send you the picture but you’re going to explain to me tonight.”

            “Okay,” Nels replied simply.

 

            Danny opened the door and motioned Nels inside. Nels strode across the room and made himself comfortable in a large arm chair, totally ignoring a naked Amanda chained to the leg of another chair across from him. She cowered on the floor trying to cover herself without being obvious about it.

            “Would you like a drink?” Danny offered.

            “Of course,” Nels replied with a smile.

            Danny mixed the drink he knew Nels would request and handed the glass to the other man then sat down in the chair Amanda was chained to. He released her chain and pulled on it, forcing her to stand. He tugged on it until she climbed onto his lap. The fingers of his free hand played idly with her nipples as he spoke to Nels.

            “So what’s up?” Danny asked.

            “Well,” Nels paused long enough to take a sip of his drink. “Xi has been worried about you since that little incident a few weeks ago. She’s also concerned about the way you’ve been ignoring a certain, as she put it, ‘bitch in the kennel’.”

            Danny gave him a grim smile and nodded.

            “I haven’t exactly been paying much attention to Jenny lately. I’ve been busy with my new pet though.” He smiled at Amanda then forced his lips against hers.

            Nels smiled in return and saluted Danny with his drink before taking another sip.

            “Xi thought maybe it had something to do with the boy.”

            “I was never that attracted to Jenny in the first place. She isn’t really that much fun without Matt to taunt.”

            “Would you be willing to sell her?”

            Danny raised an eyebrow as he stared at Nels.

            “Do you know someone who’s interested?”

            “As a matter of fact, I do.”

            “How interested?” Danny asked.

            “He’s offered a hundred and fifty grand.”

            “A hundred and Fifty grand?”

            “And he’ll pay all shipping costs.”

            “Where?”

            “I can’t tell you that,” Nels said with a note of amusement in his voice, a smile on his lips. “Are you interested?”

            “When do I get the money?”

            “I can notify the client tonight. He’ll wire it to you tomorrow.”

            Danny thought about it for several minutes, taking a sip of his own drink before finally replying.

            “Okay. If he can get the money to me by tomorrow, she’s his.”

            “I’ll notify him right away then call you with his answer.”

            “Good.” Danny smiled and reached down between Amanda’s legs.

            “Would you like to stay and celebrate?” he asked.

            Nels thought for a moment before replying, playing with his drink, running his finger around the top of the glass.

            “As much as I’d like to, I’d better get back and finish some business. Could I see Jenny before I go though? Just so I can tell my client that I saw her and she’s in good shape.”

            “Sure. Why not?” Danny turned his head to look back over his shoulder. Then he called, “Xi!”

            She appeared almost immediately in the doorway.

            “Yes sir?”

            “Would you please bring Jenny in? Nels would like to examine her.”

            “Yes sir.”

            She walked through the room and left through another door. Once she was gone Danny turned his attention back to Nels.

            “So how’s Sam doing?”

            “He’s working out wonderfully. He’s a very quick learner.”

            “He seemed to catch on quickly. I’m glad you like him.”

            “He’s very talented and settling in quite nicely,” Nels said, turning his head at the sound of Xi leading Jenny into the room.

            Jenny was led over to stand directly in front of him. She was dressed in a plain light blue bustier and dark blue mini-skirt. The four inch spike heels she wore made her legs seem to go on forever. Her hands were bound in cuffs behind her, a leash was fastened to the collar around her neck.

            Nels set aside his drink and slowly rose to his feet, staring at Jenny as he stood. He let his eyes roam over her for several seconds before he finally reached out to lift her short skirt. He dropped her skirt and turned her around only to lift her skirt again. Then he popped open the fasteners on the bustier and let it fall. He turned her back around and stared at her. Finally, he let his gaze return to Danny.

            “She looks like she’s still in good shape.”

            “You think your client will approve?”

            “I’m sure he will.”

            Nels made a small motion with his left hand as he sat back down and retrieved his drink. Xi led Jenny from the room, she didn’t bother to retrieve the bustier.

            “I’ll call you in the morning and arrange a time to pick her up if that’s okay.”

            Danny nodded then suddenly stared straight at Nels.

            “Actually,” he said softly as he let his hand run absently through Amanda’s hair. “Are you certain this client won’t back out?”

            “Positive. He wanted to wire me the money this morning after he saw her picture. I explained that I had to speak with you first. He still wanted to wire the money, just in case.”

            “Why don’t you just take her with you tonight then?”

            Nels almost choked on the sip he had just taken of his drink. He took another swallow to help the first down.

            “Are you sure?”

            “Yes. I want rid of her.”

            Nels was quiet for several seconds. He finished his drink and set the glass aside before he finally answered.

            “Only if you’re certain.” Danny nodded. “I’ll make sure the money is wired to you first thing in the morning.”

            Nels rose to his feet and offered his hand to Danny.

            “Thank you for the business. I’d better be going so I can contact my client and he can get your money to you.”

            They shook hands and Danny set Amanda on her feet then got up and strode across the room to the door Xi and Jenny had disappeared through.

            “Xi!” he called.

            Xi quickly reappeared and they spoke quietly for a moment then Danny turned back to Nels.

            “Xi will bring her back in a moment.”

            Nels nodded.

            As promised it took Xi only a moment to return with the still topless Jenny. Nels bent over and retrieved the bustier and fastened it back around Jenny when she stood within reach. Xi handed him the lead chain and quickly left the room. Nels wrapped the long chain around his hand several times as he turned back to Danny.

            “I’ll reimburse you for the clothing.”

            “Thanks,” Danny replied. “And thanks for thinking of me when you got this call.”

            “Any time we can help each other out,” Nels replied with a smile.

            He turned toward the door and tugged at the chain, pulling Jenny forward. She followed him with a confused look on her face. Nels remained silent even after the front door closed behind them. He led Jenny to his car and opened the door for her. He helped her into the front passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt around her then closed the door. He walked around the front of the car and climbed in behind the wheel. He remained silent halfway back to his house. Finally, he glanced over at Jenny and gave her a gentle, friendly smile.

            “You can relax. You’re safe now, it’s over.”
            She stared at him, eyes wide.

            “Ex-excuse me?”

            “It was all a ruse with Danny. You’re safe now.”

            She turned away from him to stare out the window. He glanced at her again and saw her bottom lip trembling.

            “Jenny?”

            “It doesn’t matter anyway,” she whispered.

            “What’s wrong?”

            “Matt’s dead.”

            “Matt’s safe,” Nels said softly.

            Her head whirled around and she stared at him in surprise and confusion.

            “But he said – Danny said…he said he was…”

            Nels gave her another small smile.

            “Danny tried to kill him but Matt’s a survivor. He’s in a hospital but he’s okay. I saw him a few nights ago. He’s doing fine.”

            “Oh, God,” she gasped.

            “I’ll try to take you to see him as soon as I can. It’ll be a few days though. He’s in protective custody so Danny can’t hurt him again. It might be easier to arrange a phone call right now.”

            Nels glanced at her again and she nodded at him, barely registering his smile through her tears.

            “Danny conveniently forgot to give me the keys to the cuffs so I can’t take them off until we get to my place. I’ll have to cut them off then.”

            “That’s okay,” she whispered. “Is Matt really okay?”

            “He’s okay. He’s been worried about you but he’s doing alright.”

            “What – what happened?”

            Nels glanced at her again.

            “I think I should let him tell you that.”

            “Please? Xi said Danny had sold him to someone overseas but Danny said he’d killed him. He wouldn’t say anything else. He just kept saying he was dead. Can’t you please tell me what really happened?”

            Nels heaved a sigh and glanced at her again.

            “Danny found out that Matt’s father is the chief of police. He beat Matt severely and dumped him by the side of the road where he originally kidnapped the four of you. He left him for dead. A traveler happened to see a suspicious form on the side of the road and stopped to investigate. They called it in and Matt was air-lifted to the hospital. When Danny told me what he’d done I called a contact and had them do some checking. They found out where Matt was and that he was still alive. He agreed to talk to us and has been in protective custody ever since.”

            “Us? Who are you?”

            Nels smiled at her again as he pulled into his driveway and pressed the button on his garage door opener. He pulled his car into the garage and parked before he answered.

            “Let’s just say I work for the government. Okay?”

            Nels helped Jenny from the car, removing the lead chain from her collar and tossing it into a corner of the garage. Jenny heard a loud chink when it landed and turned to see a pile of chains in the corner he had tossed it into. He opened the door to the house for her and motioned her inside. He picked up a toolbox then followed her into the house. He set the toolbox on the kitchen table as he caught hold of her elbow.

            “Here, let me get those cuffs off.”

            She turned back to him with a questioning look on her face.

            “Sorry, Danny didn’t give me keys to any of the locks so I’ll have to cut it all off,” he said as he opened the toolbox.

            “That’s okay,” Jenny said softly, not really knowing how to respond.

            Nels gave her a friendly smile as he pulled a pair of heavy duty metal cutters from his toolbox. He motioned for her to turn back around and she did so. He quickly cut the cuffs from her wrists and started to examine the collar around her neck.

            “If you’ll hold your hair up I’ll get the lock off of this collar and get rid of it too.”

            She pulled her hair into one hand and held it up and to the side so he would have better access to the lock that held the collar around her neck. He cut the tiny lock and let it fall to the floor with a chink as he peeled the collar away from her neck. Her hands automatically went around her throat, rubbing lightly.

            “Sore?’ he asked.

            “No,” she said softly as she shook her head. “Not really. It just feels strange to have it off after so long.”

            Nels put the cutters away and picked up the tiny lock. He put the lock and collar in the toolbox before closing it.

            “There’s a master bedroom suite with an attached bathroom at the end of the hall around the corner. There are spare clothes in the dresser and closet. Feel free to use anything in the room. If you’d like to take a shower or a nap, that’s fine. You can use the suite while you’re here. It’s for whatever guests I have. I need to make a couple of phone calls then we can talk if you’d like.”

            “Thank you. I…” She turned to face him but couldn’t quite raise her eyes to his.

            “Why don’t you go check out the suite?” he finally said quietly, breaking the awkward silence.

            She nodded and turned to leave the room. Nels took the toolbox back to the garage then made his way to the living room to make his phone calls. He was still on the phone when Jenny finally reappeared. She had changed to a pair of sweats and an oversized tee-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. When she stepped into the room he motioned for her to have a seat. She sat down in an armchair opposite the one he sat in.

            “Yeah. Just make sure the money gets wired into the account early tomorrow. Then take him down sometime after that.” He paused to listen to the person on the other end. “Remember there are still three captives there. I’m not at all sure where they’ll be. I’m guessing at least two will be in the kennel room if it’s early in the morning or late in the evening.” He paused again. “He would know more about the routines there than I do.” Another pause. “Okay. Any idea how long before I can make this drop?” A longer pause this time. “Okay, just let me know. I’ll be in touch.”

            He hung up the phone and looked over at Jenny.

            “How are you doing?”

            “Okay I guess,” she said softly.

            “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

            “No thanks.” She curled her legs up under herself in the chair and stared at the floor. “How’s Matt? Is he really okay?”

            “The last time I spoke with him a few days ago he was doing okay.”

            “Can – can I see him?” she whispered.

            “I –” Nels hesitated for a moment then tried to explain. “We can’t just drop in without notice. He’s in protective custody even though he’s still in the hospital. His father released a statement to the press saying he died to protect him. Nobody is supposed to know he’s still alive. Besides, I’m working undercover here. I have to be very careful when I make any kind of contact with my co-workers.”

            He felt awful when he saw the sad, crestfallen look on her face. He knew with what she’d been through and the way Danny had probably tormented her with Matt’s death that she’d probably been through hell.

            “Why don’t we call him? Would talking to him help?”

            Her face brightened. She looked up at him with such hope it frightened him.

            “Please? Can we?”

            He knew it was against all the rules and not the smartest thing he’d ever done, but damn it, they were both worried about each other. He had to do something. He picked up the phone and dialed.

            “Hello, can I talk to him?” Nels asked when the phone was answered on the other end.

            “You’re not supposed to be calling here,” Turner admonished.

            “I know. It’s important.”

            “What’s up?”

            “I managed to get Jenny out and she needs to talk to him.”

            “Shit! When –”

            “I’m working on that. Right now I need to talk to him.”

            “Okay, just a minute.”

            Nels smiled at Jenny while he waited for Turner to hand the phone over to Matt.

            “Hello?” Matt’s voice sounded stronger every time Nels spoke to him.

            “Hi, how are you feeling?”

            “Better and better. What’s up?”

            “I have someone here who wants to talk to you,” Nels said. “Hang on.”

            He stood up and strode forward reaching the phone toward Jenny. She reached out tentatively for it, looking up at Nels questioningly. He merely nodded at her and offered her the phone. She nervously took the receiver from him and put it to her ear.

            “Hello?” she said softly into the receiver.

            “Jenny?” Matt asked excitedly.

            “God, it’s you!”

            “Jenny, are you alright? Are you okay?”

            “I’m fine. How are you? He said you were – I thought…Oh, God, are you okay?”

            “I’m good. A little sore but okay. You’re in good hands, baby. He’ll take good care of you.”

            “Oh, God, M –”

            Nels put his hand over the receiver drawing her attention. He shook his head as he whispered to her.

            “Don’t say his name.”

            She nodded and he removed his hand.

            “Sorry,” she said.

            “Everything okay?” Matt asked.

            “Yeah. I just almost said something I shouldn’t have. It’s good to hear your voice again.”

            “Yeah,” he replied dreamily. “Yours too. I’ve missed you.”

            “I was so scared. I thought he’d…”

            Matt chuckled.

“That’s the idea,” he said. “I was so worried about you. Is Amanda okay?”

“I think so. I haven’t seen her much. He keeps her with him most of the time.”

“What about Carrie?”

“He was really pissed at her for not telling him about…”

“Did he hurt her?” Matt asked, his voice suddenly filled with concern.

“Not physically. He’s just screwed with her head so much…”

“God, I wish they could just get them all out.” He sighed and suddenly he sounded so tired to Jenny.

“I’d better let you go so you can get some rest,” she said softly.

“Please don’t hang up yet,” he cried urgently.

“What’s wrong?” She thought he sounded panicked and was afraid something was happening to him.

“Nothing,” he admitted, embarrassed. “I just miss you and…”

She smiled to herself and gripped the receiver to her ear. She glanced up and realized that Nels was no longer in the room.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you so much,” he replied. “God, I miss you.”

“I asked if I could see you but…” she wasn’t sure if she should use Nels’ name and hesitated. “He said maybe later.”

“He has to be careful,” Matt replied. “He’ll take good care of you.”

They fell silent for several minutes before Jenny finally asked, “Do you trust him?”

“Yes,” Matt replied instantly.

“Okay, Then I will too.”

“I know it seems weird, Jen, but he’s a good guy. We talked a little that last night. He was trying to help, trying to get us out. The asshole just found out before he could do anything. He’s a good guy, Jen. He’s just doing a job that isn’t easy.”

“Okay. Thanks. I feel a little better about being here.”

“Why?”

“It’s just the two of us.”

“He won’t hurt you, Jen.”

“He’s been nice so far. I just needed to be sure.”

“He’ll take care of you and keep you safe. You can trust him.”

“Okay,” she said with a laugh.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh since all of this started,” he said softly.

“I couldn’t laugh when I saw how he treated you…”

There was a pause and she could hear mumbled voices on the other end of the line.

“I’m sorry, Jen. They’re saying I have to go.”

“That’s okay. You need to rest. Take care of yourself for me?”

“Of course. I love you.”

“I love you, too”

“’Bye, Jen.”

“’Bye. Stay safe.”

She clicked off the receiver and wiped the tears from her eyes as she laid the cordless phone on a nearby table. She heard a soft shuffling sound in the kitchen so she got to her feet and headed that way. She found Nels in the kitchen preparing an evening meal.

“Thanks,” she said as she watched him moving around the kitchen.

He turned his head to look at her and stopped. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He stared at her for a moment then turned back to the meal he was cooking.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry but I’m starving. Of course, I always get carried away and cook way too much. I hope you’ll join me for dinner?”

She laughed softly as she nodded her head. “Sure. Thanks.”

 

Danny lay in bed with Amanda wrapped in his arms. His loud snores were keeping her awake yet again. She hadn’t gotten much sleep for the past few weeks, ever since she’d been kidnapped. She had spent every night with Danny and his snoring always kept her awake. She was tired and sore from lack of sleep and the multiple rapes. She caught herself thinking of Matt again. He’d disappeared the morning Danny had gotten the phone call that had made him so angry. I wonder what really happened, she thought. She’d heard him taunting Jenny, telling her that he’d killed Matt. But she’d also heard Xi say he’d been sold to someone overseas. Which, she wondered, was true?

The bedroom door suddenly banged open and slammed against the opposite wall. She screamed and shrank against the pillows as a tall figure dressed completely in black with a mask covering his head stepped into the doorway holding some kind of rifle leveled straight at her. Danny sat bolt upright in bed next to her.

“Don’t move!” the figure shouted moving into the room, keeping the gun trained on them.

He moved methodically around the room, searching it. He opened the closet door and checked inside the closet, then went through the bathroom turning on all the lights as he went. A second, similarly clad figure followed the first into the room. He kept a rifle aimed at them while the first man searched through the bedroom, bathroom and the closet then returned to the room.

“It’s clear,” the first man declared.

“Male and female in C10,” the second man said into a headset draped over his head, never taking his eyes off the two figures in the bed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Danny shouted as he started to climb out of the bed. The first man swung the butt of his rifle around and struck Danny in the right shoulder, knocking him back onto the bed.

“I said, don’t move, dick-head,” the man growled at Danny.

“What the fuck –” Danny tried again to get off the bed.

The second man was suddenly standing next to the first, both rifles leveled at Danny’s head.

“Don’t,” was all the second man said.

Amanda huddled under the blankets of the bed trying desperately to cover herself. The chain attached to her collar rattled as she moved, drawing the men’s attention to her. She froze when she realized they were staring at her. The second man finally stepped around the bed and sat down next to her.

“What’s your name, honey?”

Amanda glanced nervously at Danny then looked at the first man with his rifle still aimed at Danny’s head, between his eyes. Her gaze finally turned back to the second man who sat staring at her in silence.

“A-A-Amanda,” she finally whispered.

He got off the bed and went to the closet. He quickly returned with a long robe which he handed to Amanda.

“Here. Put this on, Amanda.”

She took the robe from him and slipped it on trying to cover herself with the blankets as she slid the robe on. She watched as he pressed the ear piece of his headset into his ear and turned away from her.

“Gotcha ya,” he said into the headset. “We’ll be down there in a few.”

He turned back to the bed and stared at Danny.

“Where are the keys?”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about,” Danny growled at the man.

“Where are the keys to the goddamn chain? Or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?”

“Fuck you!”

The first man slammed the butt of his gun into Danny’s shoulder again, knocking him back onto the bed. Danny screamed out in pain as he fell back against the mattress. The second man stepped around the end of the bed and shoved the first man back.

“Hammer,” he said as he shoved the man away. “Do something the asshole understands.”

The second man reached down and grabbed Danny’s cock and balls in his hand then squeezed. Danny screamed in anguish, thrashing about on the bed. The man released the pressure on Danny but not his hold.

“Where are the keys?”

Danny pointed to the nightstand next to the bed.

“In the fucking drawer,” he panted.

“See, Hammer?” The man said as he released Danny. He pulled the drawer out and retrieved the keys. He started back around the bed when he heard a strange sound and his partner called out to him.

“Rover!”

The man turned just in time to see Hammer slam the butt of his gun against the back of Danny’s head. Danny’s body slumped to the floor just inches from Rover. He looked down at the unconscious man’s prone form and shook his head.

“Idiot asshole,” he said then looked up at Hammer. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Rover continued around the bed and released the lead chain from Amanda’s collar. He then tried the key in the lock on the collar around her neck but it wouldn’t fit.

“Damn!” He looked down at her with angry eyes. “Sorry but that’ll have to wait.”

She didn’t know how to respond to him so she merely nodded. He looked over at his partner and nodded at Danny’s inert form.

“Can you get him or do need some help?”

“Nope, I can get the little shit. Where are we going?”

“Everyone’s waiting for us in C 14,” Rover replied.

“Let’s go,” Hammer answered.

Hammer bent over and lifted Danny over his shoulder. Rover motioned to Amanda as he stood up.

“We need you to come with us.”

She slowly climbed from the bed and followed Hammer from the room. Rover followed them. They quickly moved down the hallway to the kennels. When they entered the room Amanda was surprised to see Xi, Carrie and Angie surrounded by five other men all dressed like Hammer and Rover.

 

Matt sat up in his hospital bed propped against several pillows even though the head of the bed had been raised. Jenny sat on the edge of the bed next to him while his father sat in a chair next to the bed. Turner stood in one corner of the room looking awkward and uncomfortable. A soft knock at the closed door drew Turner’s attention away from the friendly atmosphere of the rest of the room. He moved to answer the door when it swung open enough to reveal Nels, his head stuck around the edge of the door.

“Hi. How’s everything going?”

“Great,” Turner replied, motioning Nels into the room.

“Mind if we interrupt for a few minutes?” Nels asked, raising his voice so the others could hear him.

They all turned to look in his direction.

“We?” Turner asked.

Nels stepped into the room pulling Amanda behind him.

“We,” he confirmed. He pushed Amanda ahead of him, toward Matt’s bed. “I hope you don’t mind, Matt, but I brought a friend with me.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Matt replied with a smile. He looked directly at Amanda when he asked, “How are you?”

“Okay, I guess,” she replied softly. “Nels told me what happened. I’m sorry.”

Matt shrugged. “It didn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she replied.

“It was because of me, little lady,” Chief Jamison said as he got to his feet.

Amanda offered him a timid, tentative smile.

“Well, anyway. I just wanted to say thanks for – for what you tried to do. I’m sorry for what happened because of it and I’m sorry it didn’t work. But thanks.”

“I’m just sorry it didn’t work. I should have been more clear –”

“No, it wasn’t your fault. You tried.” She started to turn away but Matt reached out and caught her hand in his.

“Amanda,” he said softly, his brown eyes boring into hers. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault,” she replied as she smiled at him.

He tugged on her hand and pulled her forward. She slowly, tentatively leaned down and he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Take care, okay?” he whispered.

“I will.”

Amanda stood straight again and turned to leave. Jenny got to her feet and excused herself, quickly following Amanda. Nels stayed to talk with Matt a few minutes.

“Amanda,” Jenny called to the other girl once they were in the hallway.

Amanda stopped and turned back to Jenny.

“Amanda, I know this probably seems weird but given what we all went through, if you’d like to stay in touch…”

“I…I don’t know…”

Jenny quickly wrote something on a notepad she pulled from her purse and handed it to Amanda.

“That’s my address and phone. If you want to stay in touch feel free to use it. If not, I understand. I’d give you Matt’s but his dad doesn’t want it given out right now. He’s still worried. If you send something to Matt in care of my address I’ll make sure he gets it.”

“Thanks,” Amanda finally said as she accepted the paper and tucked it into her pocket.

“Have you seen Beth and Sam?” Jenny asked.

Amanda shook her head, fighting back the tears.

“Beth won’t see anyone. She won’t talk to us on the phone or anything. Sam’s doing okay though. He’s upset about Beth but he’s okay.”

“If you want to give him my address and phone, go ahead.” At the surprised look the other girl gave her, Jenny added, “Matt and I figure with everything we’ve all been through we should have our own little support group.”

Amanda smiled at her and nodded.

“Thanks, I’ll let Sam know.”

“Tell him to call sometime. Matt understands. He went through the same thing.”

Amanda stared at her in surprise. Jenny merely smiled and nodded.

“It’s true,” she finally said. “It was filmed.”

“Oh, God,” Amanda gasped.

“Nels said they found the tape and after they’re finished with it as far as evidence, he’ll try to have it destroyed.”

“How many copies…?”

“We can’t be sure,” Jenny replied.

“God,” was Amanda’s only response.

“Tell Sam to call if he wants.”

“I will,” Amanda promised.

“Amanda,” Jenny called to her when she started to turn away. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

“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.”

 

He got up and returned with some magazines which he threw down onto the mattress, and he started thumbing through one. He quickly threw that to one side, and picked-up another.

“There, look at that.”

He was holding it open and showing me a page of pictures of a woman taking a man’s cock, and it disappearing out of sight into her mouth. It was longer than she’d get in just her mouth, it must have been going down into her throat. I looked in almost disbelief.

“Well?”

“Ok, but just go careful, and don’t hold me on if I can’t breathe.”

“What do you think I am? I’m not about to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Now I’ve got a girl that fucks like you, I’d be silly to choke you.”

 

He lay on his back, and got me to get on all fours facing down his body, so that my cunt was over his face. I took hold of his cock, which had gone limp again. I felt him pulling my hips down towards his mouth, and as I touched his cock, it firmed instantly. I opened my mouth, and it slid inside, and reached the back of my mouth. My first instinct was to gag on it, but I’d taken a big deep breath, and I made a conscious effort, pushing my head down. As I felt it going into my throat, I just kept the pressure on. It kept going, and I felt his balls against my nose! I’d taken it all! I pulled my head back, and it slid back out. As it cleared my windpipe, I couldn’t stop myself spitting it out. I started coughing, and it took some seconds before I got my breath properly.

 

“Are you ok?”

“I’ll be ok. Give me a second.”

A few deep breaths later.

“Ok. I’m ok now. But I did it.”

“Too bloody right you did. You were great. Which way do you want fucking?”

“I’ll try taking your cock in my throat again if you want?”

“Fucking yes. Go-on girl.”

 

I went down again, took my deep breath, and slid it in. This time I knew what to expect, and I not only took it, but pushed up and down twice before coming back off it. I lifted off, took a breath, and went back down. This I kept doing, each time it got easier, and I’d go down more times. I was really getting turned on by this, well this and his licking my cunt. How long we were going at it I had no idea, but I felt him taking hold of my head. I lifted off thinking he was ready to fuck. He pushed me gently back down.

“No don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”

I took a deep breath, and as I went down again, I felt him pushing hard on the back of my head. It was too deep to taste it, but I felt it splashing in the back of my throat, all warm. He pushed me up and down several times until he’d stopped cuming. By the time I’d got free of his hands, I was gasping. The cum was not only too deep to taste, but there was no choking sensation.

 

He pulled me around and turned me over, and held me so tight.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“Was that right?”

“Right? Are you kidding me? You’ve just about fucked me dry.”

“What you’re not going to be able to fuck me again?”

“Yes of-course I will, but you’ll have to just give me a minute.”

I thought, ‘these men all talk big, but they don’t have the staying power.’

I'd lay there with him for about five minutes, and was just thinking about asking if he was ready for me to start working him up again, when the silence was broken.

 

“Clunk! Whine.”

Someone was coming up. Steve didn’t seem bothered. I thought it must be Gerry with Adrian. I’d expected there to be some kind of fight, and I didn’t want Gerry getting hurt. It was Adrian, but no Gerry; he pressed the up button, and walked calmly across.

 

“Well Steve, I can see you couldn’t wait. How was she?”

“She’s fucking amazing. But I’m glad you’ve arrived, you’re like the reinforcements arriving. The troops here at the front line were about worn out.”

“What do you mean?”

“She fucks like it’s going out of fashion. I’m just getting a breather, and she wants me to fuck her again.”

“Is that right Leslie? You’re waiting to get fucked?”

 

Put like that, it embarrassed me, and I blushed bright red.

“No it wasn’t like that; I just said he could do it if he wanted to.”

“That’s not how I remember it. But if you say that's how it was. You fuck that good, I’ll agree with anything you say right now. You’ll find out soon enough little brother.”

 

Adrian was now stripped off, and his cock was hard and ready for action, he walked across to the mattress.

“Please before you start. Tell me how Gerry is?”

He’s a bit upset, but I told him it’s only for today, and nobody back at your home will know what you’ve been doing. I think he’s ok with it. Now get yourself down and let’s see this fanny of yours in action.”

 

I lay back, opened my legs as wide as I could, and even put my fingers to the lips of my cunt, spreading it.

“Fucking hell you’re right about her.”

His cock slid in, and I fucked my hips towards him as hard as I could. His cock was as I’d said like Steve’s, and it felt great. He was more than ready for a fuck, and he bashed at me with a real urgency, cuming in no time at all.

“Agg! Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking hell! Yes!”

 

“Didn't I tell you she was good? Now stick it in her mouth, she’ll lick it clean for you.”

He didn’t ask, but he did look to my face for confirmation, I nodded, and beckoned him to me. I soon had him cleaned up and hard again. As soon as I could tell he was hard enough, I got to my hands and knees, and backed myself towards him.

“Jesus. She wants doggy fucking.”

“Told you! She could fuck for the county!”

 

This as I’d expected took longer, and he also made me orgasm, like Steve had done. This time I didn’t apologise for spilling my cum all over the mattress, and I also lay there open legged, and unashamed at them staring at me. Next to fuck was Steve again. This alternating went on for some time, and I think they’d both cum more than five times each, before they eventually admitted defeat. They told me to go and have a walk, and they’d have another go later in the afternoon. I dressed, and left them both laid flat out on the mattress.

 

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.

 

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 parts two and maybe three, 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.

 I got the idea in my head to try and please my mom sexually after she walked in on me masturbating. I was soaking in the bath and I started to rub myself, the door was shut and if she did need to get something should would knock, I was wrong. I was starting to get into it and I closed my eyes and started to picture my moms nude body when I heard the door knob turn and her walk in. I was at the point where you were so into it that it seems inpossible to stop rubbing it and I came with my mom in the room. 

 "Mom....I I I I'm sorry I couldn't stop," She started at me for a brief second and opended her mouth but seemed to not want to say what she had on her mind. "It's fine Danny, every one does it". She turned around and was about to walk out but turned around and took one last glance and shut the door. I quickly got out of the tub and dried my self off. By the time I was dressed for sleep my mom was in bed with the lights out. 

 It was about a week later and I hadn't really talked to my mom about the incident or anything really. That night I had decided that I would go in her room and talk to her about it. I knocked on her door and she yelled for me to come in, I did. I sat on the botton of the bed and we set in silence for a few minutes. 

 "What do you need honey, is this about the other day? You know I'm not mad about that, everyone does it, even I do it sometimes. I haven't had sex in a really long time honey, your young and expermenting." I was pretty shocked that she would admit that she masturbates. I was gonna try and slip a hint in about me wanting to fuck her. "Hey mom, do you want to know what I was jerking it to?" She stared at me wondering.... I took a breath and said: "I was picturing you and I fucking...I know it sounds weird but i've seen you nude so many times and now you've seen me." To my shock she didn't not look suprised but almost pleased with my coming out. 

 She looked at me with lust in her eyes and said "Well honey this house is just us in it and nobody would ever know that we did it. I have my tubes tied so we don't have to worry about getting pregnant and your always home so..." Hearing her say that it could work out I got a hardon and pulled down my pants to show my mom the penis she gave birth to. She looked at it and started to rub it. "God that feels good, put it in your mouth" I moaned. She got off of her bed and on her knees and started to give me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had to this day...I tried to last long but she was just to good and I came all on her shirt and on her face. "Your shirts ruined mom, you should take it off" Now my mom almost never wore a bra then so when she took her shirt off I was stoked to see her breast and be able to touch them. After she had her shirt off I started to take off her pajama pants, I guess I was going to slow for her and she took them off. She guided my dick inside of her and I was in extacy. Fucking my mom...hearing my mom moan because my dick inside of her...she started to pant "Harder Dan." I started to pump a little hard and she grabbing the sheets to her bed....I was breathing pretty hard now and she was still moaning and I came inside of her and she told me she was cumming. 

 My mom told me I should go to bed and rest up, we had a busy day tomorrow.

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 going to uupdate this tomorrow 

Her spreading tummy was held in place with a full girdle with attached suspenders. Her ever expanding, slightly saggy breasts could be controlled and displayed to advantage with the right bra. Her face just needed more makeup than she used to use when she was younger, so she wore lashings of it. Finally her hair was always perfect, no demure bob or modest perm for our Pamela; she wore her hair big, high and sassy. ‘Mutton dressed as lamb,’ her Mom would have called her; but that was Pamela’s look. Her regular punters loved it.

Pamela had been a prostitute all her working life. She had held the odd regular job here and there, but always came back to the game. From the moment she had turned fifteen when she noticed the boys furtive glances at her breasts and her uncle Bill’s awkward but repeated attempts to look up her skirt and the lump in his pants when he hugged her (which he tended to do way too often and for far too long for propriety); she knew that she had something men wanted. It didn’t take her long to figure out that they would pay for it too. She fell into prostitution the way some of her girlfriends fell into jobs such as hairdressing or as shop assistants; it was just the job that best suited her.

Pamela had started working at her aunt Doreen’s modest establishment when she turned sixteen. Her mom had raised no objection. To supplement her meagre wage, every now and then her mom had taken in the odd lodger who sometimes paid extra for the privilege of sharing her mother’s bed. Her dad had run away when she was still in nappies and she didn’t remember him. Pamela dutifully gave half of everything she earned to her mom.

At Aunt Doreen’s she had learned the ropes so to speak. At first most of her customers were men who wanted a younger, prettier girl than their wife or current girlfriend. As she grew older she got the men who wanted an experienced woman who would do all the things for them in the bedroom that their wives and girlfriends wouldn’t do.

Pamela would do almost anything within reason providing the punter paid her enough. She had done some kinky things in her time, everything from mundane requests for fellatio to dressing punters in frilly knickers and spanking their bums. In fact light bondage and discipline work was her forte and she often took down punters into the special ‘dungeon’ room in the basement. However she would have nothing to do with the heavier, perverted stuff that was sometimes requested.

She refused any requests for sodomy, role-playing involving rape or incest, heavy sado-masochism; and as for anything involving pissing and other dirty acts; who were these perverts anyway? Go to Germany for fuck sake! The Germans seemed to make all the 'adult' movies involving those revolting acts.

In her mid thirties Pamela’s mother had died and she had finally moved out of her mom’s old home and at the same time moved out of Doreen’s establishment. She set herself up in a nice little flat and only saw her regular customers or those punters who came to her recommended by trusted friends. In her late thirties and her early forties her regulars had dwindled away to almost nothing. They had moved on, found younger women, or just stopped paying for sex. Older and bolder but still attractive enough to pull the punters she had started working the streets.

She could get a legitimate job and with the added income from her few remaining regular customers she could probably make a decent living working at one; but Pamela was prostitute; that’s what she did best, so that’s what she did.

Life on the streets was harder, but Pamela was no mug. If a punter was nice and looked like he had enough money she took him home for a 'full service'. If the punter only wanted a quickie, was half pissed, or didn’t have the money for a full service she would blow him or have him fuck her standing up in the doorway. The doorway in the dark disused alley had become her workroom. She would stand on the main road displaying her wares and until she hooked a short timer, then she would lead him down the alley and into the doorway to complete the transaction. The better clientele had a short walk to her flat.

Pamela, like all prostitutes, had had her share of bad experiences. Safe in Aunt Doreen’s brothel there was always help at hand and the worst that had happened had been the odd abusive punter when she’d turned down a request for perverted sex. In her flat she only serviced regulars; but on the street it was different; she had had to deal with all sorts.

Occasionally a punter would try to get a freebie, but she soon learned to take the money as soon as she entered the alley and before her and the punter got to the doorway. Sometimes if the customer was too pissed or couldn’t come for some reason they demanded their money back. Once a punter had slapped her face and called her a whore before running off into the night, but mostly Pamela could handle any situation.

On this cold wet night Pamela’s life was about to change forever. Tonight she had invited the wrong punter down into the alley.

Pamela had been about to give up for the night when a punter approached her where she stood at the entrance to the alley. She had watched him walk past two or three other working girls who were huddled in their usual positions on the street. He looked them over and continued on until he came face to face with Pamela. He looked her up and down, surveying her from top to bottom.

Pamela was dressed in a white silk blouse under a short red leather jacket, a black leather miniskirt came to mid thigh, black seamed stockings, and matching red high heels completed the ensemble. Her hair was teased, and framed her mature but attractive face. She was heavily made up with lashings of eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner to accent her pretty blue eyes, her cheeks were heavily rouged and she wore bright red lipstick. The punters liked their girls to look 'slutty'; it added to their fantasies she thought.

"Now you’re my type of girl," the man breathed whisky on her.

Pamela appraised the punter. Dark business suit, mid forties, just going to fat, heavy but handsome, a little drunk but sensible. He would do for her last quickie before she went home.

"Glad you like what see darling; it’s sixty for short time ok," Pamela made her pitch.

"Fucking expensive for an old pro like you ain’t it?" was his response but he stayed put and continued to gaze up and down Pamela’s body.

‘The ones with plenty of money always argued about the price,’ she thought.

"Look it’s sixty; short time in the alley. Take it or leave it; I’d as rather go home anyway!" Pamela snapped back.

"Ok! Ok darlin’; I’m hot to trot and your just my type, lets have you then," another cloud of whisky enveloped Pamela.

"Follow me, what’s your name?" she lead him just inside the alley.

"Mike," he replied.

"Let’s have the money Mike; then you get your honey ok?" Pamela gave him her best false smile.

Mike fumbled for his wallet and handed over the sixty. Pamela saw the wad of cash he had in his wallet and thought ‘Cheap fucker’.

Pamela took Mike’s hand and as she led him into the gloom of the alley, as they walked into the gloom Mike placed his hand on Pamela’s bottom and pinched; she brushed it away irritably.

"Hold your horses lover; here we are," she whispered as they entered her doorway.

The doorway was recessed far back into the disused building and no one was able to see them unless they came all the way down the alley. Pamela had never been disturbed here yet; then why would she? The building was disused.

Mike turned Pamela to face him and eased her back against the door; he pushed himself against her and tried to kiss her. She pushed him back and turned her face away from him.

"No lover; no kissing Ok? I don’t do that with punters."

"What do I get for my sixty then?" Mike asked his face puffed up and reddening.

"You get oral relief, and if you want you can shag me Ok?" Pamela offered her standard services.

"Can I fuck you in the arse then?" her customer went on insistently.

"Look sweetie you can have what I just offered; if that’s not to your liking take your money and fuck off; it's fucking cold and I’m tired!" Pamela laid down the law. What she didn’t need was the last customer of the night to be a difficult bastard.

"You slags are all the same," Mike cursed; "you come on all dolled up to get a guy horny then you won’t play the game properly. How can I shag you without a bit of a kiss and cuddle first hey?" Mike insisted, his voice getting angrier.

"Look I’m no slag and if you don’t behave you’ll get nothing ok?" Pamela had had enough.

"Alright, alright, give us a suck then sweetheart." Mike capitulated.

‘Thank fuck for that’ though Pamela ‘let’s get this over with and get home to bed.’

Pamela dropped to her knees, placing them on an old cushion she had bought to the alley not long after she first established the doorway as her 'workroom'. She had laddered her stockings kneeling on the bare brick floor the first night she worked here. Her face was level with the punter’s crotch and she reached up and unzipped his fly. Mike looked down at the overly made-up whore as her red fingernails slid down his zip and reached inside his trousers.

Pamela’s fingers freed Mike’s already thickening member from his underwear and pulled it out of his flies. ‘At least he’s nearly hard; he shouldn’t be too long coming,’ she thought; ‘not a bad sized one either,’ she couldn’t help thinking.

Mike watched as Pamela slowly stroked him until he was fully erect and then sighed as she bobbed her head down and took him in her mouth. His perfect fantasy was playing out perfectly in the dim gloom. A lovely older woman dressed as a tart was kneeling before him suppliant to his carnal needs. Mike looked at her heavily made-up face and pretty eyes as she looked up at him. Kneeling as she was, he got a great view of her large arse encased in the black leather mini and her seamed stockinged legs; he loved her red high heels, so whorish.

Pamela saw that Mike was staring at her face and body as she fellated him; she knew that punters liked to do that and she made a point of looking up into his face; she knew that really got them aroused. Hopefully this dickhead would come quickly she thought. Then she felt his hands on either side of her head. He held her in a vicious grip and began to brutally fuck her face. She couldn’t move her face away from his crotch and she was gagging on his cock as it forced its way all the way to the back of her throat.

Pamela started to pummel Mike with her hands as she gagged on his penis. Mike just held her tighter and continued to enjoy fucking her mouth.

"You love this don’t you, you whore. Don’t pretend you don’t. You’re all the same, you say you won’t do this and you won’t do that, but what you really want is good hard dirty fucking don’t you?" Mike was raving now.

"No kissing! No anal! Who the fuck do you think you are; I’ve paid my money and I’ll take what I want," Mike hissed as he held Pamela’s head in a vice-like grip and fucked her mouth.

Pamela had no choice, she couldn’t breath and Mike's cock was choking her, so she bit down on it. Mike screamed and pushed her away; Pamela lay sprawled in the doorway flat on her behind, her legs spread, her skirt rode up to reveal her stocking tops and red nylon panties.

Mike quickly recovered from the nip he had taken on his penis and looked at Pamela fallen flat on her arse before him. He looked up her skirt and his cock began to harden again; he looked at her heavily made up face and knew he hadn’t taken all he wanted from this whore.

"Fuck off!" Pamela shouted at him, "Fuck off and leave me alone!" she begged, hoping her cries would be heard by someone passing the alley. She knew her hopes were forlorn.

Mike moved in to take what he wanted. He reached down and slapped the whore hard across the face bringing tears to her eyes, she sobbed and her makeup started to run; her crying only served to arouse him further.

"Please, please don’t," Pamela pleaded, knowing she was in deep trouble.

"Yeah, that’s it bitch; you say please! You say please and I might be nice but don’t worry Mike knows what you need," he growled.

Mike dropped down between Pamela’s spread legs and reached up under her skirt and grabbed her panties. He tugged and pulled on the flimsy nylon garment until they tore free from her body. Mike bought the sheer panties up to his face and smelled the crotch; then he wrapped them around his tumescent member and gave it a few stokes.

"Nice knickers bitch; they're lovely."

Then he reached out and stuffed them in Pamela’s mouth. She tried to move her head from side to side but he slapped her again and pushed them deeper into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Then he grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward so that her spread legs straddled either side of his body; Pamela fell back hitting her head on the ground.

Mike had Pamela positioned prone in front of him with his throbbing cock inches from the entrance to her vagina. He pushed forward and thrust himself inside; right up to the hilt; Pamela groaned through the gag.

Pamela was dazed from the slaps she had received and from hitting her head on the pavement but when Mike lifted her legs around him she knew what was coming next. She braced as she felt Mike's huge member push past her labia and rudely thrust deep inside her. As a prostitute she had obviously succumbed to hundreds of erect penises inside her before, some a lot bigger than this; but this was different, she was being raped and she felt defiled.

Mike started to fuck Pamela with slow hard strokes enjoying her tight vaginal walls around his cock and loving the feel of her silken stockinged legs against his body. He was pleasuring himself at the expense of this whore. ‘What was it she said? No kissing right?’ he thought, then leaned forward and breathed his whisky breath into her face.

"I’m taking out the gag but if you scream I’ll knock you out you fucking bitch!" Mike panted as he continued to fuck her.

He leaned down over her and pulled her legs up around him in the missionary position and positioned his face in front of hers and took the panties in his teeth pulling the panty gag out of her mouth. Pamela gasped for fresh air but not for long as Mike started kissing her in a frenzy. He pounded his cock in and out of her in time with his tongue as it slid around her mouth. His hands ran up and down her stockinged thighs, laddering her expensive diaphanous stockings with his nails.

Pamela didn’t know what was worse, having her panties shoved in her mouth as a gag or Mike’s fetid breath and slimy tongue as he kissed her. His fingers were scratching her legs and tearing her stockings to ribbons. His penis continued to slide slowly in and out of her, she almost wished he would speed up the fucking and get it over with. ‘Maybe that was it?’ she thought.

Mike noticed a subtle change; Pamela was no longer struggling; in fact she was returning his kisses. Her arms had moved up to embrace him and she was rising her arse up against him to meet his thrusts. She was fucking him back!!!

"You fucking slut whores, you’re all the same, you just can’t get enough dick can you?" Mike groaned.

Pamela continued to play her game, ‘Get this guy off and then get to the police,’ that was the plan now!

"Yes Mike; give it to me honey; you know I need it," Pamela lied, convincingly she hoped, whispering into Mike’s ear.

Mike was lost in the pleasure of fucking this whore when a little alarm bell went off in his head.

"You fucking bitch! I know what you’re fucking doing! You need it hey? Well let’s see how bad you need it baby!"

With that Mike pulled himself off Pamela and looked down at her. Her coat was opened and he had managed to tear open her blouse revealing her large white breasts. Her skirt was dirty and rucked right up around her waist to reveal her red garter belt which were attached to her sheer black nylons now in tatters on her bleeding thighs. Mike groaned with pleasure at this picture of a woman ravished.

Mike reached down and grabbed Pamela by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and slammed her face first against the door.

"So you need it do you whore! Well here it is!"

Mike kicked Pamela’s legs apart and positioned himself behind her. He pushed his now rock hard penis between her fleshy buttocks and rubbed it up against her fleshy labia to coat it with her cunt juices then pulled back and started to force it into her back passage.

Pamela couldn’t believe the excruciating pain she was feeling as Mike invaded her with his weapon. She tried to relax her sphincter but Mike just kept pushing himself slowly and steadily inside her. She thought that she felt herself tear and she screamed again at the intense pain.

Mike was passed caring about her screaming; he was living his ultimate fantasy raping this fat cow.

"Yeah baby that’s it; take it for Mikey; take that cock!" he chanted over and over.

Eventually he forced himself inside her as far as he could get, his crotch hard against her soft fat buttocks. Then he thrust in and out as slowly as he could, but he couldn’t hold back; the pleasure was just too much. He pushed forward and buried himself to the hilt in Pamela’s arse and exploded. Stream after stream of hot semen shot from his cock deep inside Pamela’s arse. Mike grabbed Pamela’s face and twisted it around so he could kiss and lick her as he shot his load.

Pamela was now numb with pain. She was barely conscious and only just aware of Mike anally raping her. The only thing keeping her on her feet was the pressure of Mike behind her as he fucked her and her will power to stay conscious. Then she felt him take a mighty lunge and bury himself even deeper inside her and she felt her insides tear again, the hot flood of Mike’s semen increased the pain of the wound. Then the sick fuck was kissing her. This maniac was kissing her whilst he raped her.

Mike collapsed against the prostitute as his orgasm subsided. He eased himself out of her and reached down and picked up the shredded red nylon panties off the ground. He wiped his deflating penis on them and spun Pamela around to face him. Her face was a mess, her makeup spread all over it. She just stood there in a daze.

Mike kissed her gently on the lips then pushed the come soaked nylon panties into her mouth, leaving half of the flimsy garment hanging out.

"Don’t forget your knickers," he laughed.

"Thanks for the fuck; keep the money bitch," he mocked as he disappeared up the dark alley.

Before she passed out Pamela made a vow: ‘This Bitch is going to get revenge!’

It took Pamela three months to recover from her ordeal. Somehow that night she made it home to her flat and called her Auntie Doreen who came straight around. Doreen didn’t ask her niece what had happened, she didn’t have to; it was obvious. Pamela never told her Aunt the details of what happened, she was too humiliated. Pamela’s wounds, internally and externally, healed quite quickly; it was her mind that took the time. She eventually regained her self-confidence and was capable of leaving her flat to shop and so on, but she needed to work; and there was only one thing she knew that she was good at. It was Pamela’s resolve for revenge that kept her going and got her through.

‘This bitch is going to bite back; one day I will find him and he will pay for what he did to me,’ became her mantra.

Pamela discussed going back on the game with Aunt Doreen who refused to entertain the idea of her niece working the streets again.

"I’m in my fifties now love, come back and work at my place, it won’t be long before you can take it over, I’m getting to old for this game anyway," she implored.

And so it was. Pamela went back to servicing punters at Aunt Doreen’s brothel. There was security there, both in the numbers of girls on a shift at any one time, and from Doreen’s live in boyfriend Steve. His nickname was "Iron Bar Steve" and he had once done a stint in Chelmsford prison where he worked as a 'hard man' for Eddie McManus who was the hardest man there and ran the jail from the inside. Steve was the bouncer at Doreen’s establishment and he kept the punters in line if they played up. Steve had been living with Doreen for nearly twenty years (except for his stint in Chelmsford); he was only in his forties, nearly ten years younger than Doreen but they loved each other, and Doreen confided one night after a few gin and tonics, that she still kept Steve more than happy in bed. In fact, she implied, they both enjoyed a very exciting and varied sex life.

Six months after she started working again Pamela got her chance for revenge. She was walking past one of the rooms in the brothel when she heard the unmistakable voice of her rapist coming through the door. It was Mike! He was ranting at Susan; the poor girl had him in room number two as a customer.

"You’re all the same you slags, dressed up in your sexy gear leading a guy on and then won’t do what he wants. Bitches! Fucking bitches! Now get over here and suck my cock!" he ranted.

It was him alright! The memories of the evening Mike had raped her in their alley came storming back.

Pamela’s heart began to race and she ran down the corridor to Doreen’s office.

"It’s him; the bastard who raped me. He’s here, he’s in room two with Susan!"

"Are you sure? Mike’s been a coming here for years off and on, he’s a bit rough but I never took him for a rapist?" Doreen asked, a concerned look on her heavily made up face.

Pamela broke down and fell into her Aunt Doreen’s arms sobbing, she told her every detail of what that man had done to her on that cold wet night. Doreen poured them both a stiff drink and they began to plot Pamela’s revenge.

"Revenge is dish best eaten cold," quoted Doreen, "Let's make the punishment fit the crime," she added.

Doreen and Pamela waited a week; during this time they planned Pamela's revenge and acquired the necessary items to ensure the punishment fit the crime. Mike was obviously a vicious woman hater; his litany of 'Bitches dressed up in sexy gear who won't do just what he wants,' was to become the basis of their planned revenge; a theme if you like.

During this time Doreen enlisted Steve's help; he was instrumental to their plan. Of course when Doreen told Steve what Mike had done to Pamela, Steve just wanted to smash his head in "I'll castrate the bastard!" he said; but Doreen went on to explain how her and Pamela's plan was so much better. And so, the trap was set.

Mike made his called the brothel about a week later and asked to see the sexiest girl available. Doreen took the call,

"Mike, you have been such a valuable and reliable customer over the years that I've booked you in for a special treat. My prettiest girl and I'll let you have an hour with her for the cost of your normal half-hour session."

"About fucking time you gave me something; I've been coming to your shit-hole knocking shop for years now and I have to tell you I never had anything for nothing and your slags always lead me on; they never give me what I want," Mike growled down the phone.

"Oh don't worry Mike; we'll make it up to you this time honey; you will get everything you deserve," Doreen sweetly answered.

"See you at six then honey; bye." Doreen hung up the phone then commenced dialling Pamela and Steve.

Mike arrived at Doreen's establishment at 6:00pm sharp looking forward to his special deal.

Doreen met Mike at the door and escorted him directly to the basement dungeon room. Doreen had dressed up specifically for the evening and although nearly sixty she looked very sexy in a whorish way. She was wearing a tight black leather mini, a white silk long-sleeved blouse, black stockings and shiny black patent leather high heels. Underneath she was wearing red silk camiknickers over a red satin garter-belt and a matching bra was visible under her sheer blouse. She wore lashings of makeup and her blonde hair was piled high on her head. She looked exactly what she was; an old prostitute.

"I hope I'm getting something better than you Dor'; you look real sexy but fuck your old enough to be me mum," Mike whinged as they entered the dungeon.

"Oh don't worry Mike, you're going to get exactly what you deserve!" Doreen flicked back across her shoulder.

As Mike passed through the door he noticed another sexily dressed older prostitute sitting on the bed in the centre of the room. Then he recognised her! My god it was the whore he had raped in the alley; then he felt a little sting on his neck and then nothing but blackness. Mike awoke some time later but he didn't know where he was.

He looked around groggily and realised that he was still in the basement of the brothel but he knew something was seriously wrong. Something just wasn't right, he couldn't move for a start and his clothes just didn't feel right on his body. The he realised he was bound to a chair. Both his legs were bound to the legs of the chair and his wrists were bound to the arms. Positioned in front of him was a full-length mirror; he couldn't believe what he saw in it.

Reflected back at him was a plump, overly made up whore. Mike looked her up and down. She had a blonde bob, her eyes were heavily made up with mauve and blue eyeshadow; black eyeliner outlined her heavily mascaraed lashes. Her foundation and face powder had been thickly applied; her rouge was just as heavy and bright red lipstick completed her whore's painted face. She wore a large gold choker necklace and matching drop earrings.

Next he noticed her clothes. She wore a long-sleeved blouse of sheer nylon; he could see a black brassiere through the sheer material. The garment had ruffles at the front of the decolletage that came all the way up to her neck so that no cleavage was visible, although she had huge tits straining at the front of the blouse. Where the cuffs ended, her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair but he could see her red painted whore's fingernails.

She wore a red lycra miniskirt that just covered the very tops of her thighs; because she was lashed into the chair it bulged a little at the waist around her potbelly. Her legs were encased in sheer taupe stockings that glistened in the overhead light; on her feet were bright red high-heels. He could see her stocking tops where her skirt was hitched up around her thighs and he saw the silver glitter of her garter snaps at the end of the black suspenders that lead under the mini to the suspender belt. Her thighs were slightly opened and he glimpsed the gusset of a pair of black satin panties.

Each of her slim nyloned ankles was firmly bound to a leg of the chair in which she sat. Then it dawned on him; he was looking at himself!

Then he started to realise the strange feeling of the clothes on his body. The sheer hose on his legs were light and sexy; they felt like gossamer silk sheathing his legs. His cock and balls were encased in the softest of satin panties; they gently caressed his sex organs and the cheeks of his bottom. The skirt felt strange but sexy as the tight lycra spandex squeezed his potbelly and thighs. The blouse was made out of the sheerest of gauzy material that he had ever experienced and it lightly caressed his upper body. He could feel the bra underneath the blouse snug against him, a light padding material was obviously being used to fill out the bra cups to create the huge false tits.

He could also feel and taste the makeup on his face. The lipstick tasted sweet and slightly greasy but pleasant; just like it tasted when he kissed a woman. But the most disturbing thing, besides waking up to find himself dressed as a whore, was that he could feel his penis starting to harden in his panties. He wasn't sure if he aroused because he was attracted to the cuddly crossdressed whore he saw in the mirror (she was certainly dressed just the way he liked his women to dress) or because of the sweet caress of the lingerie and female clothing on his body.

But why was he dressed like a crossdressed whore; and more importantly why was he lashed into this chair? Both questions were about to be answered.

"Well don't you look pretty Mike," he heard a woman's voice coming from behind him; it was dripping with sarcasm.

Then Pamela stepped forward and came into his field of view. Although it had been a while, Mike recognised her immediately; it was the prostitute he had raped in the alley.

"What the fuck are you doing here. I fucked you once and you weren't up to much love; give up the game before your cunt falls into your arse!" he snapped at her contemptuously.

Whack! His head snapped to one side as she slapped him upside of his face. Then though teary eyes he saw Doreen walk in front him; she looked sexy. She had disposed of her miniskirt and blouse and was standing there in her red silk camiknickers, matching bra and a red satin garter-belt holding up her sheer black stockings; shiny black patent leather high heels completed the ensemble. Her heavy makeup had been touched up. Dressed only in her lingerie as she was, she looked quite dominating.

"Well fuck me Doreen, you don't look too shabby for a wrinkled old cunt!" Mike snapped again.

Whack! Whack! This time it was Doreen who slapped his face; she stumbled on her heels she hit him so hard.

Mike shook his head and this time took a good long look at Pamela; she looked very different tonight. She was wearing a black corset and waist cincher. It looked to be made of a satin material and although Pamela was plump it cinched in her waist, emphasising her large breasts and buttocks. Suspender straps ran from the garment down her plump thighs and were attached to black seamed nylon stockings. Her feet were shod in the highest of high heels he had ever seen. The ensemble was completed with bright red nylon panties.

Pamela had on her usual lashings of makeup, this time very dark and Goth like. Black eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, pale foundation and powder, but bright blush and bright red lipstick and matching fingernail polish. She wore a black wig and her hair was worn high almost like a beehive. She looked every bit the dominatrix.

"What the fuck do you old whores think you're doing! When I get out of this chair I'm going to slap you both until you bleed, then fuck you senseless, just like I did to you that night in the alley you silly old trollop!" he spat at Pamela.

Whack! This time the blow was so hard that the chair fell over with Mike strapped in it; it was no slap it was a full-blooded punch delivered into his right side.

Someone with great strength lifted Mike upright, still strapped in the chair. Now he was scared. Then Steve walked into view and he got really scared.

"What the fuck is this about? What's happened to me? Why am I dressed this way? Why am I tied to this chair?" Mike pleaded through the pain in his side where he had been punched.

"Well Michele," Steve began.

"NO! NO! Fucking NO! My name is Mike!" the crossdressed slut tied to the chair cried out.

"Well you see Michele," Steve went on as if Mike had not said a word, "I have decided to name you that because you remind me of a girl I knew in Chelmsford Prison. She wasn't really a girl of course but she was prettier than you and a lot better behaved once we tamed her."

"So I've named you Michele, and the girls here agree it's a good name; and of course they also agree that you need to be tamed. In fact this was their idea; mostly Pamela's, but then again you raped her you cold blooded cunt, it's only fair that she choose your punishment!" Steve went on.

"You can't! You can't!" Mike/Michele tried to go on but Steve shut him/her up with a 'bitch slap' across the face.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen. Your punishment has been designed to match your crimes."

"You continually complain that the girls get dressed up all sexy and then lead you on; that is, won't give in to your perverted whims, so you knock them around and abuse them."

"But most disgusting of all, you raped Pamela and left her on the ground in that cold dark alley. Now you are going to get the same treatment," Steve said matter of factly.

"Oh n…" Michele tried to interrupt and received another bitch slap.

"So we lured you here, drugged you as you walked into the dungeon for your 'freebie', shaved your legs, and turned you into a woman. Dor and Pam have done a miracle and turned Mike into Michele!"

"It took some doing, shaving, dressing and making you up while you were unconscious but the girls said it was pleasant work knowing what they were going to do to you eventually." Steve finished.

"Oh it was disgusting touching you after what you did to me," Pamela said, "but it will be worth it!"

"Now you look exactly like what you have always despised and abused; a fat old whore dressed up sexy and ready to work!"

"And now we are going to give you what you gave me; pain, humiliation and abuse! You can cry and scream all you like; this room is soundproof."

"We are going to rape you!" Pamela finished.

Mike realised now what had happened to him and how much trouble he was in. He started to whimper.

"Oh shut the fuck up Michele; shall I shut her up for you Pam?" Steve asked Pamela.

"Any way you like!" Pamela shot back.

Steve pushed the mirror out of the way and stood in front of Michele. He could see the tears in her eyes and her mascara starting to run down her pretty cheeks.

"Fuck you! You get the same sympathy you showed Pamela," Steve spat at her.

Steve unzipped his fly and extracted his semi hard member. Another 'Michele' in another time and place (a few years ago in Chelmsford Prison) had described his cock as monstrous the first time he hade her suck it, and the description was apt. It was only seven inches long but it had a massive girth and ended in a gnarled purple knob; thick red and blue veins stood out all along the length of the monstrosity.

Steve reached out and grabbed Michele's head in both of his strong hands. Michele looked up, she had a pleading look in her eyes but Steve would have none of it. He released one hand and placed it on his semi erect penis and began to rub it all over her face. Michele was horrified; the feeling of the slimy member being rubbed on her cheek, over her chin and even in her eye socket was sickening. She opened her mouth to protest and Steve took the opportunity and pushed his now erect cock over her lipsticked lips and into her mouth.

Pamela and Doreen looked at the man they had turned into Michele being abused and degraded by Steve. Doreen was not concerned that Steve enjoyed forcing himself on the crossdressed whore, he had told her of his adventures in Chelmsford; and besides they had a very kinky sex life and allowed each other to take multiple partners anyway.

Pamela and Doreen looked at each other and smiled; this bastard was getting exactly what he deserved; a dose of his own medicine.

"Stick it to her Steve," Pamela goaded Steve on as he forced his turgid member into Michele's unwilling mouth.

Steve smacked Michele across the face again drawing blood from a small cut inside her mouth.

"You take this bitch or else I will break your fucking jaw!" he swore.

Michele could only capitulate, she opened her lips and felt the hard spongy mass of Steve's cock enter her mouth. She tasted her own lipstick, the salty taste of her own blood and another slightly salty sweet taste that could only be Steve's pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of his cock. Michele gagged as Steve forced his cock into her painted mouth right up to the hilt, his balls resting on her powdered chin. He groaned.

"Take that you slut!"

Pamela now had her first taste of her revenge as she watched Steve's cock disappear fully inside Michele's mouth.

"Yeah, take that you fucking whore! How does it feel you dumb cunt! Take that cock you fucking rapist shit, I hope it fucking chokes you!" She spat at Michele.

As Pamela and Doreen started to savour their revenge, Michele felt utter humiliation. Steve began to fuck her mouth; his hard member pistoning in out of her lips as Steve held her head steady and stood between her splayed legs fucking her face. Michele felt the hard cock sliding between her lips, over her tongue and slamming into the back of her throat. 'My god, how do these girls willingly give head,' she thought as her mouth was raped and she gasped for breath.

Then Michele couldn't believe what happened next, she felt a hand caressing her nyloned thigh. The hand was stroking up and down from her knees to the very tops of her thigh and sometimes disappearing under her skirt and stroking her pantied crotch. It was Doreen! Michele looked down and saw the old hooker was kneeling beside her chair, Doreen's hand was under Michele's skirt stroking and rubbing the sleek material of her stockings and panties.

Michele found what happened next even harder to believe; she started to become aroused, her penis hardening in her panties. Steve continued to drive his cock in and out of her painted mouth and was quickening his pace. Michele felt Steve's penis become rock hard and start to throb; she knew what that meant, Steve was building to his orgasm. Oh Christ, she was about to get a mouthful of semen. But what the fuck was Doreen playing at?

Doreen had now lifted Michele's skirt and was rubbing Michele's penis through her silky satin panties. Michele had started to harden and Doreen grasped her penis and started to wank her. A small telltale wet spot appeared in Michele's panties; she was enjoying the forced masturbation even while Steve was raping her mouth.

Michele had now got used to Steve's member thrusting in and out of her mouth. Although she was not enjoying what Steve was doing to her, she had come to tolerate it. She couldn't understand how she could be so sexually aroused though. Doreen was stroking her hard cock through her panties and she was getting harder and responding to the luxurious stimulation of the satin panties being rubbed against her member. Michele actually started to buck in the chair thrusting her pelvis in time with Doreen's strokes. This also caused her head to bob up and down, inadvertently providing stimulation to Steve's hard cock in her mouth; he could also feel her tongue starting to work around his cock lashing at the sensitive underside of his penis.

Michele was now concentrating on the feeling of Doreen's ministrations to her sensitive penis. Doreen had now slid her hand inside Michele's panties and as the painted fingernails of one hand raked her scrotum through the satin panties, the other was wrapped tightly around Michele's shaft and was viciously wanking the hard member. She was half choking on Steve's penis and was working her tongue around it to try and squeeze more air into her lungs as Steve pulled back enough to let her breath.

Steve took Michele's bobbing and bucking as capitulation; her movements were certainly increasing his pleasure so he slowly released his grip on her head. Michele was now sucking in time with Doreen's wanking and she hadn't even realised it. She felt Steve's cock stiffen and convulse in her mouth and suddenly realised he was about to ejaculate.

'Oh my God,' Michele thought. 'This cunt is going to come in my mouth and I'm fucking encouraging him. What the fuck am I doing?'

Pamela was standing back watching the first part of her plan come together. Mike sat there dressed as Michele tied to the chair. Steve stood between her stockinged legs his thick cock sticking out of his jeans, Michele's lipsticked lips sucked on his cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Doreen kneeled to one side of the chair with her hands in Michele's lap. Michele's penis was sticking up proud out of the waistband of her black satin panties as Doreen wanked it furiously with one hand and stroked her scrotum through the panties with the other. Michele's miniskirt had been rucked up around her waist and as she bobbed and gagged on Steve's cock she looked just like the whores she had abused. Heavily made up, short skirt, stocking and high heels; sucking a cock just to get it over with; she had in fact become one of the whores she hated and used and abused.

Pamela smiled as Steve groaned; she knew what was coming.

Michele felt her own climax building; the frenetic wanking Doreen was giving her cock coupled with the strange but luscious sensation of the silky satin and nylon lingerie was just too much pleasure for her to bear; she needed release. At the same time she knew that Steve was about to ejaculate a disgusting mess in her mouth but there was nothing she could do about that; her orgasm had taken control of the situation and she felt it build and start to explode through her womanly body. Her cock-clitty started to spurt.

At the same time she heard Steve groan and felt his cock convulse in her mouth. Stream after stream of thick, ropy, semen filled her mouth. At the same time Steve grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard into his groin; she couldn't breath because he held her so hard against him and the flood of semen that filled her mouth. Michele started gag and retch on the semen flooding her mouth; she swallowed what she could but streams of the viscous fluid poured out of her nose because she couldn't swallow it fast enough. Also her own orgasm had just commenced and she started convulsing as the first jet of her own spend erupted from her penis; which was being wanked furiously by Doreen.

"Now!" screamed Pamela.

And Michele suddenly felt the most excruciating pain ever. As the first stream of ejaculate left Michele's clitty Doreen heard Pamela's cry and with her other hand she squeezed Michele's scrotum as hard as she could; at the same time she viciously twisted and squeezed her penis. Michele's orgasm came to an abrupt halt and she nearly passed out with the pain.

In the space of one second Michele had gone from the ecstasy of orgasm to the most cataclysmic pain she had ever experienced. Her cock and balls felt like they were on fire; the pain made her gag and she fought back the urge to vomit. She knew that would be fatal as Steve was still in the throes of his own orgasm and the last streams of his semen were shooting into her mouth. She tried to swallow the salty mess but her gag reflex was making her choke. Steve's sperm was flooding her sinus and running out of her nose making it impossible for her to breathe; she was sure she would die.

On the other hand Steve used Michele's choking and shuddering to increase the pleasure of his own orgasm; he pressed Michele's head harder into his crotch and as the last of his discharge pulsed out of him, he shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. When he had finished he pulled his semi-hard member from Michele's mouth and rubbed his semen all over her face with his cock; her makeup mixed with his semen and her tears. She looked like a mess as she gasped for breath, choking and crying.

Pamela just smiled.

"So Mike, how does it feel to raped, you fucking prick!"

"Come on don't cry shit-head; you asked for it. I'll quote you if you like: ""You’re all the same you slags, dressed up in your sexy gear leading a guy on and then won’t do what he wants. Bitches! Fucking bitches! Now get over here and suck my cock!" "

"Isn't that one of your favourite rants; well now you know how it feels!"

"See Mike, or shall we say Michele, you asked for it. You just sat there all dressed up like a whore and in the end Steve had to take what he wanted. Sure, just like me you capitulated and tried to get Steve off; especially when Auntie Doreen started stroking you. But now you realise rape really is a violent act and there is no pleasure to be had by the person being raped!" Pamela finished.

"I'm so sorry," Mike/Michele shuddered, trying to breath deeply to combat the excruciating pain in her groin.

She was crying and gasping for breath. Tears streamed down her face, her mascara running and her lipstick smeared all over her face. The makeup was mixed in with Steve's spend and as she felt the sticky mess start to dry on her face she felt degraded and ashamed.

"I'm sorry; please let me go now. I've learned my lesson and I'll never abuse another woman I promise," Michele sobbed.

Pamela replied from across the room, her voice slowly getting louder as she approached Michele from behind.

"I don't think you have learned your lesson Mike. In fact I think you are far from it; but I'm going to take part in your final punishment personally; to make sure you know just how much I hate you"

"After all it's only fair that I get to do that; you raped me remember?"

"I'm the Bitch you left raped and broken on the filthy ground in that alley with her panties stuffed in her mouth; you remember? You told me; and again I quote: "Thanks for the fuck; keep the money bitch,""

"Well this Bitch bites back Mike! I spent the money you threw on the ground beside me to buy you a present in fact. Now open those come caked eyes and see what the Bitch bought for you!" Pamela exclaimed and walked around the to the front of Michele.

Michele looked up and horror filled her; she screamed…….."NNNNNOOOOOooooo!!!!!!"

"But Michele; I'm dressed just how you like your whores look!" Pamela teased.

What Michele saw when she opened her eyes was Pamela, still in her black corset and waist cincher; the suspender straps running from the garment down her plump thighs and attached to black seamed nylon stockings had now been adjusted slightly. The suspenders had been adjusted because protruding from the crotch of Pamela's bright red nylon panties was a huge black strap-on cock. Pamela rocked on her high heels and made the black rubber penis wobble inches from Michele's face.

"Remember what you did to me honey; well it's time for revenge; Steve, Auntie Dor, come and give Michele an attitude adjustment. You know what I mean; put her in an attitude that will allow me to use this on her," she smiled cruelly looking Michele right in the eyes.

Steve was standing to one side pushing his now flaccid cock back into his jeans. He zipped up and sauntered over.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Pulleeeese don't" Michele begged and tried to tear herself free of the bonds holding her in the chair.

"Oh fuck this!" said Steve and punched Michele in the face, knocking her out.

Michele woke up to the stink of chemicals; then she realised that Steve was waving smelling salts under her nose. At first she couldn't figure out what was going on; in fact she thought she was still Mike having a bad dream. Then it all came flooding back as she started to feel the throbbing pain in her balls and the ache in her jaw from Steve's punch.

She realised now that she had been let out of the chair in which she had been bound but was now in worse trouble. She was locked in a set of stocks that Doreen kept in an alcove corner of her basement dungeon. Mirrors surrounded all three walls of the alcove, front and both sides, so she could she exactly what was going on. What she saw terrified her.

She still wore the long-sleeved sheer nylon blouse and the black brassiere was still visible through the gauzy material. Now where the cuffs of the blouse ended, her wrists were thrust through the holes in the extremities of the stocks, her red painted whore's fingernails stood out against the black wood of the contraption as she tried in vein to pull her hands through.

The red lycra miniskirt she wore just covered the very tops of her thighs. Her legs, encased in the sheer taupe stockings held up by the black suspenders, continued to glisten in the harsh overhead light; they were spread apart by a stainless steel spreader bar attached to her slim nyloned ankles and she could only just balance on her bright red high-heels. Michele realised she could hardly move at all. She could just swivel her head up and down and from side to side to look in the mirrors, her wrists and ankles were firmly secured. Then she realised something else; she was not wearing any underpants. Michele looked up and saw Doreen, who was positioned just to one side of Steve. Doreen was holding the black satin panties she had been wearing earlier and swinging them around her fingers.

She looked to the mirror in front of her and noticed her face had been cleaned and her makeup had been reapplied. The blonde bob was still in place, her eyes were heavily made up with mauve and blue eyeshadow; black eyeliner outlined her heavily mascaraed lashes. Her foundation and face powder had been thickly reapplied and with heavy rouge and bright red lipstick she was again the whore 'Michele'.

Then Michele remembered the last thing she had seen before Steve knocked her out; where was Pamela?

"Ok Pam, she's awake," Doreen called out.

"Well I guess it's time for the whore to pay her dues then; after all she's all dressed up and asking for it just like they all do; hey Michele?" Pamela teased as she approached from behind Michele. Michele looked in the mirror and saw Pamela approaching from the rear.

Michele saw the huge black rubber cock attached to Pamela and began to cry; she realised how vulnerable she was locked into the stocks with the spreader bar holding her feet far apart.

"Please, please don’t," Michele pleaded, knowing she was in deep trouble.

"Yeah, that’s it bitch; you say please! You say please and I might be nice, don’t worry Pamela knows what you need," she growled.

"Sound familiar Michele? We are saying to each other the same words that we said to each other on that night you raped me in the alley; except this time our roles are reversed!"

"Ok Doreen; gag the cunt!" Pamela ordered.

Doreen stepped forward and shoved Michele's black satin panties in her mouth. As she tried to spit them out Doreen pushed them in further until Michele was effectively gagged.

"Now," Pamela whispered into Michele's ear, "the Bitch bites back!"

Steve and Doreen both sat down on a couple of chairs that Steve had dragged over and began to watch the show.

"As I said to Pam; revenge is a dish best served cold, and we have certainly planned this to perfection," Doreen whispered into Steve's ear and gave his muscular thigh a squeeze.

Michele watched in fear as Pamela clicked across the floor on her high heels and positioned herself behind her. She couldn't see much, other than Pamela moving in directly between her spread legs. Then she felt her miniskirt being lifted up and felt a cold wet substance being squirted between the cheeks of her arse. She just had time to realise that Pamela had lubricated her arsehole when she felt the hard rubber cock intrude inside her sphincter.

Michele wanted to scream with pain but the panties stuffed in her mouth prevented her from doing so. She heard Pamela grunt and heard the click of her heels as she rose up and down on the balls of her feet as she began to force the cold hard weapon deep in her arse. She thought the squeezing Doreen had given her balls had been the worst pain she had ever felt but this was far worse.

"Give it to the whore!" Steve goaded.

"Fuck that cock hungry slut!" Doreen provoked Pamela to push harder.

"OHHGGGHH!!!" Pamela grunted as she forced her groin forward and pushed the rubber strap-on dildo as far as she could up Michele's arse. Then she reached down and flicked a switch on the base of the strap-on and it began to fiercely vibrate.

Michele felt her insides tear as the huge intrusive dildo ravaged her back passage. She wanted to scream but her panty gag prevented her from crying out. She started to cry again in pain and humiliation; her makeup running in rivulets downs her cheeks. It was bad enough that she was being raped; but to have Steve and Doreen watch and gloat was so degrading.

"Oh look Pam; she's doing the panda thing again!" Doreen exclaimed, "After all the trouble I that went too to fix up her makeup; the inconsiderate bitch!"

"Does it hurt your 'botty' Michele?" Steve laughed solicitously, "Don't you like a hard cock in your arse as much as you liked my cock in your mouth?"

Michele jerked and convulsed as she felt Pamela flick the switch that made the dildo vibrate in her behind. The pain was now almost unbearable and she thought she would pass out. Her back passage felt swollen and she knew that something in there was torn. When she thought it couldn't get any worse Pamela began to violently fuck her arse.

Pamela pounded the big black vibrating strap on dildo in and out of Michele's arse. The vibrating phallus pressing into Pamela's crotch through her nylon panties started to arouse her. She settled into a steady rhythm and concentrated on bringing herself off. She thrust in and out as hard as she could, both to punish Michele and to increase her own pleasure. Pamela started to spit obscenities at Michele.

"Yes Michele; take it honey; you know you need it," Pamela snarled into Michele’s ear.

"Come on honey you need it don't you? Well let’s see how bad you need it baby!"

"Remember those words you cunt; you said them to me while you raped me!

"You need it do you whore? Well here it is!" Pamela exclaimed and began to frantically rape Michele.

The thrusting and vibrating rubber cock was quickly bringing Pamela to orgasm. She had not expected this but she thought it only appropriate that as Mike had come when he raped her; she should come while she raped him.

Michele was now in agony as the hard rubber cock continued to violate her bowels; a slight pleasant tingle had started to grow in her prostate but the pain she felt overrode any pleasure she may be getting tenfold. She squirmed round and tried to move her arse away from her rapist but she couldn't move. All she could do was move her head and as she looked up into the mirror what she saw repulsed her.

Michele was standing spreadeagled tottering on her high heels, her long sleek stockinged legs forced apart by the spreader bar and her skirt was rucked up. Positioned between her sexy legs was a heavily made up chubby Goth vixen dressed in black lingerie, her sleek black seamed stockinged legs bent slightly as she balanced on her heels and fucked a hard black rubber cock in and out of her soft white arse. She was cursing and groaning.

"Take this you fucking bitch! I'm raping you back you cunt! I'm fucking your skag arse you whore!"

"And I'm commmmmmmming!!!!!!!!!!!"

Steve had been watching Pamela rape Michele and of course the inevitable happened; he became aroused and erect. He opened his fly and freed his hard chubby member and took Doreen's painted fingernailed hand and placed it around the turgid tool. Doreen began to absent-mindedly stroke Steve's cock; she was intrigued by what was happening before her eyes.

"My fucking god Steve, Pamela's actually enjoying raping that poor cunt!" she gasped.

"And I'm enjoying watching her too," Steve smiled as he hatched his own little plan in his head.

Then he saw Pamela begin to thrust in and out of Michele as hard and fast as she could and heard the obscenities she was screaming at Michele and he knew she was about to come. He made his own move and jumped out of his chair and moved it in front of Michele where she was locked in the stocks. He jumped up on the chair, his hard cock jiggling in the air as he held on to the stocks with one hand to keep his balance. Then with his other hand he began to furiously wank his cock in front of Michele's face. He looked down at her.

Michele was now silently sobbing; tears streamed down her cheeks as she weeped muffled cries into the satin panty gag that had been thrust in her mouth. She looked up and tried to implore Steve with her eyes but all she saw was his cock inches from her face as he stroked it and groaned with pleasure. His eyes were locked on hers but they displayed no pity, only lust. Michele's back passage was on fire; she could tell by the increased tempo of the ruthless fucking and by Pamela's grunts and groans that she was about to come. She just wished she would hurry before she exploded in pain. The monster cock was ravaging her insides and the crude vibrations only amplified the pain.

Then Michele felt Pamela drive the intrusive monster right up her, as far as it would go and push for all she was worth. Pamela was coming. Michele grunted in pain into the gag and screwed up her eyes. Then she felt the hot ropes of Steve's semen as he ejaculated in her face. She made the mistake of opening her eyes in surprise and a spurt of warm salty semen flew across her face and into her eyes. It stuck to her face and then dribbled down from her eyelashes and some of the viscous fluid went into her right eye and started to burn. Steve was moaning in ecstasy.

"Take that you fucking rapist whore! Take my spunk you fucking cowardly crossdressed hag!" Steve cried as came.

Pamela was pushing her groin into Michele's buttocks as hard as she could. The vibrating phallus was sending waves of pleasure through her pantied crotch as she pushed hard against Michele's arse to force the base of the vibrating rubber cock against her clitoris. She spasmed and bucked as her orgasm consumed her. Her stockinged legs rubbed against Michele's nyloned thighs, adding to the gathering circles of pleasure that raced up and down her body as she climaxed.

Her orgasm slowly subsided and she fell forward so that she was resting against Michele's imprisoned body. When she gained control of herself she pulled back viciously ripping the still vibrating cock from Michele's arse. A flood of lubricant, blood and other matter began to run down Michele's thigh and stain the top of her stocking. Pamela moved around to the front of Michele, the obscene strap-on phallus still pushed out in front of her like a lewd putrid figurehead.

Steve stepped down off the chair and pushed it back; his tumescent member hung out of his fly, the last drops of semen dripping from the gnarled knob.

Michele opened her one good eye, tears makeup and semen streamed down her face, the other remained closed due to Steve's semen still stinging her there. She was sobbing into the panty gag and obviously in tremendous pain. Pamela moved in and stood beside Steve.

"Was that good for you too bitch?" she asked sarcastically and ripped Michele's panties from her mouth.

Michele sobbed and moaned.

"Please………….no more!" she begged.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Pamela spat back mercilessly. She took the black satin panties and wiped the last drops of semen from Steve's cock, cleaned the fetid mess of lubricant, blood and faecal matter from the strap on cock still attached to her crotch, and shoved the panties back into Michele's mouth.

She turned around to her Auntie Doreen and said,

"I think I've finished with this bitch for now!"

 

The End

" So what is it you need help with?" Jake asked as Tiny started to laugh cruelly.  He hit Jake knocking him to the floor. Jake groaned as the big man's body covered his.

" It looks like you are going to be my bitch." Tiny whispered in Jake's ear.

" No, I am not." Jake responded as he tried to move but Tiny had him held down.

" Oh, yes, I am going to take your hot little pussy, whore." Tiny told him as Jake started to beg. " Man, I am straight."

" You won't be for long." Tiny laughed as he ripped Jake's shorts off. Jake started to fight him but it was of no use. Tiny laid on Jake's back as he tied Jake's hands to the coffeetable. He stood up and unzipped his pants taking them off as Jake laid scared of what was happening to him.

Tiny looked at his prey and decided to take him to the bedroom for the fun. He took his underwear off and then untied Jake and retying his hands. He led Jake to the bedroom where he bitch slapped him to the bed. Jake's long black hair bounced loose as Tiny smirked at Jake. He tied him on his back on the bed then grabbed Jake's legs pushing them up and tying Jakes ankles to the headboard but leaving enough room to see Jakes face.

Jake could not believe this was happening to him. He was being raped and could not stop it.

Tiny found Jake's asshole and started pushing his finger in as the tough man cried out. " Stop."

Tiny slid his finger inside of Jake as he watched the humiliation shine in Jake's eyes.

" Yes, you have a tight little pussy." Tiny spoke as he moved letting his hard cock lay on Jake's opening. " You ready bitch, I am fixing to take this little hot box."

Tiny shoved his cock in Jake's tight hole. Jake cried as Tiny smirked at him. " Oh fuck yes, you have a tight pussy."

" Please." Jake begged him. " I am not gay."

" You will be from now on." Tiny told him coldly. " You will be my whore."

Jake cried as Tiny forced his cock all the way inside of Jake's dry ass. Jake was screaming as Tiny slid the last of his ten inches inside of Jake.

" I am balls deep inside of you and fixing to put a fucking on you like you have never felt." Tiny taunted. " How does my cock feel inside of you straight pussy."

Jake screamed. " It hurts."

" It is going to hurt whore." Tiny taunted as Jake felt Tiny pull out of him.

Tiny slid all the way back inside of him and then started to pound him. Jake felt like his body was going to tear apart.

Tiny fucked the man ruthlessly. " Oh, yes, whore, I am going to cum inside of you and then we will fuck again."

Jake cried as the man continued to slam his cock inside of Jake.

The huge man nodded in the direction of two women stepping off the church steps. "Headin' ta th' Land Rover parked over'n the corner by the trees."

The other men in the van shifted in their seats to see. Nine heads swiveled: four shaved bald, one with a big, puffy 70's style afro, the others either short and nappy or dreaded-out. Ten altogther, counting the big man in the passenger seat. The vans' suspension creaked and groaned under their weight. The driver puffed on a joint and cracked his window for a better look at the women his partner was pointing out: a chunky carrot-top in her mid-to-late thirties, with huge jugs bouncing around in a tight black turtleneck, a white silk scarf tied around her shoulders. A big, round ass that was packed into a pair of shiny black slacks that looked painted on, tapering around her ankles. Feet wrapped in dark leather sandals. Wavy shoulder length hair pulled up and pinned at the back of her neck. The other woman was older by a couple of decades but looked similar in the face. The younger woman's mother, maybe. Probably. The driver grunted and nodded in appreciation. The older bitch still had it goin' on. Slim and graying, but with a nice rack filling out her white silk blouse; a tiny waist, nice hips and long, shapely legs sheathed under a tight, dark blue skirt with a slit up the back. Nylon stockings and high heels. Fuck me heels. A small, tasteful string of pearls hanging from her neck, matching earrings. Her ass swished as she walked.

, he thought. I'll give the bitch a motherfuckin' pearl necklace she'll never forget.

Yeah

"Yeah." The driver croaked, letting out the hit as the carrot-top pointed her keys and tweeped the sparkling gold Land Rover unlocked. "They'll do." He smiled, wickedly, flashing a mouthful of gold teeth. "Two for one. The man'll dig it."

"Sweet ride," grunted the brother with the 'fro, from the back. The nappy/dreadlocked brothers all nodded, whispering and giggling. Stoned. Excited with the hunt.

"Shi-i-it." Drawled the huge man. "Stupid rich bitches. This is like shoppin' for skeezers at Nordstroms."

The guy with the fro, chiming in: "Skeezers 'R Us."

More stoned giggling from the back of the van.

The big guy, bloodshot eyes wide and white against his black skin, peering out of the windshield at the gathering storm clouds on the horizon. "S'gonna rain."

"Yeah, big time." The driver took another hit, passed the joint across. "Supposed to be a thunderstorm comin'." He chuckled, sleepy-eyed. Dead stoned. "A big one. Good for us."

The men were quiet again. Went back to waiting. Toking out. Pot smoke drifted lazily out of the open window into the warm spring air. The Land Rover eased out of the parking lot and drove right by the van. The women looked like they were arguing. The driver smacked the the van into gear and pulled out into traffic, settling into the flow a couple cars behind the Rover.

"S'time, boys. Let's check the shit out."

***

Here we are again, Rachel thought. Home sweet home. Except, it's not. Not anymore.

Rachel pulled into her parents' - her mom's - long driveway, and pressed the remote for the garage door just as the first big, fat raindrops began splatting down on the 'Rovers' windshield. Rachel drove towards the house without speaking. The sky had turned a dark gray under the cloud cover. Her parents - mom's - house, the home she'd grown up in, that had always felt so bright and cheerful and alive loomed ahead like a dead thing. To Rachel's eye, it looked empty and forlorn. The garage door opened and she eased inside, parked, and turned off the ignition. Took a deep breath and sat still. Her mom unsnapped her seat-belt and glanced over at her. Outside, thunder boomed, not far off. Rachel peered at the rear-view mirror. Behind them, rain started pouring down, flooding the street, sluicing off the open garage door in torrents and streaming into the garage. Beating down on an old, white van that stopped and parked under the tall fir trees across the street. In seconds it was so dark and raining so hard she could barely see the van.

Weather matches my mood, she thought.

"Thanks for coming to church with me today," said Brenda. "You didn't have to."

Rachel turned her attention away from the rain. Bit her lip, nodded. "I know mom. I wanted to."

Brenda took a deep breath, twisted slightly towards Rachel. "Sweetie, I'm okay. Really." She sat quietly, calmly. Hands clasped in her lap, watching her daughter carefully. "You know, you don't have to stay."

"Mom..."

Brenda hurried on, the words coming in a rush. Cutting Rachel off. "I'm glad you and your brother were able to be here for your father's funeral. But its been two weeks. Kyle's already gone back to Denver. You've got your family waiting for you at home. They need you. And...I think I'm ready to be alone for a while." At Rachel's frown of concern, Brenda tried a smile. "Look, why don't you stay the night. We'll make dinner, maybe rent a movie. But tomorrow you're going home."

Rachel tried again. "Mom, I don't mind..."

Brenda shook her head. Firmly. "No. That's that. I appreciate everything, sweetheart. Really. I'm glad we were able to go through this together. But tomorrow you go back to your own life, and I'll go on with mine." She smiled to take the edge off her words. Patted her daughter's knee. Shifted in the leather seat and opened the door. "Now, I think I want to go lie down for a bit."

Rachel barely heard the splash of her mother's feet hitting the flood of water as Brenda stepped out of the car. She watched her mom disarm the alarm system, open the door to the house and disappear inside. She took another deep, defiant breath, finally let it out in a whoosh.

"Shit." She said, out-loud, to no one. "Fine."

Frowning, Rachel grabbed her keys and her bag. Opened her door. Followed her mom up the short set of steps to the house, annoyed by the soft swish-swish of her pant legs rubbing together. Been gaining a lot of weight lately, time to hit the gym again. Or stop with the late night ice cream sessions. She locked the car with the remote and whacked the button on the wall, activating the closing mechanism for the garage, then stepped inside the house, shutting out the sound of the storm. She didn't notice the doors to the van open and the swarm of men in ski-masks moving quickly across the street towards the house, or the masked man in dark coveralls, slipping under the closing door into the garage behind her; didn't hear him over the boom of the thunder and the pounding rain. She stepped into the kitchen and shut the door, concern for her mother distracting her.

So she didn't see the man creep up on the steps after her. Didn't see the big, scarred hand that pressed the button on the wall.

Didn't hear the sound of the garage door, ratcheting open again.

***

The driver drove with traffic, carefully, keeping far enough back to not be spotted, close enough not to lose sight of the gold SUV. Traffic cleared and he pulled up behind them, just for a second. Checked the bitches body language through the hatchback window. Looked like they'd stopped fighting, stopped talking altogether. Outside, the storm was brewing, heavy gray clouds turning darker and darker overhead. Lightning was already striking on the horizon, to the south. The Rover signaled and turned north, heading onto the freeway. Took the off-ramp cutting east, towards the lakefront.

In the back, Afro-boy noticed where they were headed, and whistled. "Shit, man. Houses out here be 'spensive like a motherfuck. Ain't no way nobody not gonna notice us, ten brothers hangin' in a mu'fuckin' van."

"Don't worry, bitch. Already thought 'bout it." The man-mountain in the passenger seat leaned over, rooted around on the floor under his seat. Came back up with two magnet signs, advertising a local cable company. Stolen off a cable truck a couple days ago. Flashed them at the guys in the back, who snorted with muffled laughter. Rolled his window down and slapped one on the door panel. Made sure it was right-side up, then handed the extra sign to the driver. Took the wheel as he did the same. "There. Nobody gonna think twice about us bein' parked on some street, or in those bitches driveway. Know what I'm sayin'?"

Afro-boy nodded, impressed.

Man-mountain and the driver glanced at each other, rolled their eyes. The driver went back to driving, thinking about the surveillance pictures the man-mountain had taken of the bitches' house, the whole bitches' neighborhood. Big, expansive, private lots. Houses set way back from the street. Amazingly, no security.

A nice, quiet place for nice, rich folks to live, in their nice, expensive, secluded homes.

He grinned, showing his rotting teeth. Glanced at them in the rearview mirror and almost laughed out loud. Just a few more runs with payoffs like this one would have, he'd get his shit taken care of, just like his partner: shit capped in gold.

***

Rachel flipped on the kitchen light, dropped her purse and keys on the counter by the espresso machine she and Steve had bought her parents last Christmas, when they'd been on their coffee kick. Before her father had gotten sick. Rachel frowned and looked around at the familiar clutter. Brenda had already disappeared. She faintly heard the soft sounds of a body getting comfortable on a bed, coming from the master bedroom, just past the family room, down at the end of the hall. A flash of lightning lit the windows, illuminating the sheet of water pouring down, obscuring the backyard. The storm was getting closer, almost on top of them. Rachel opened a cupboard, pulled out a long-stemmed glass. Found an open bottle of wine in the fridge. Poured herself half a glass of the cool, amber liquid. Drank it down, poured another. Carried the glass and the bottle into the family room. Set them both on the coffee table and collapsed onto the sofa. Took another sip. Put her feet up on the table, pressed her knuckles into her eyes and ground her head back into the cushions. Groaned and stretched, feeling the wine already numbing her system. She bend backwards into the cushions, arching her spine until it cracked.

God, that feels good.

Lightning. A big, bright flash. Out went the lights. Barely one o'clock in the afternoon, and the house was pitch dark inside.

"Shit." Rachel huffed. She rolled her eyes in irritation, let her arms plop onto the couch. Stared up into the dark, towards the ceiling. Where the ceiling should be, anyway, since it was too freakin' dark to see it now. "Shit shit shit."

She sighed, frowning, and waited for the lights to come back on, her eyes wide open. Staring up at nothing but dark space.

Another flash, immediately followed by a boom of thunder that shook the house.

Rachel froze.

Someone - something - hideous loomed above her. Leering at her.

Grinning.

Rachel screamed. A pair of big, strong hands clamped hard over her mouth, cutting off her screech. She tried to push the hands away, but more hands found her wrists, pinned them to the top of the couch. She panicked, fighting. Kicked out and knocked the coffee table over with a crash.

A deep voice, whispering, "Dammit, get her! Hold the bitch down!"

She heard the crunch of glass as something big and heavy fell on her, knocking the wind out of her. She grunted and kicked. More hands, wrapping around her ankles.

"Got her!"

"Flip her over and hold her so I can get the ring in her mouth before the cunt bites me."

Rachel fought, kicking and squirming and gnashing at the hand covering her face, but she had no chance, one against the five men holding her squirming body.

"Dammit! Hold her down! Yeah...now get her head up and open her mouth. If she bites, I'll kill one of you motherfuckers."

More lighting now. One crashing burst after another, like an awful strobe light. Rachel got insane, distorted images of her attackers with each of the flashes. She knew - knew - what was going to happen to her. Without a doubt. Knew she going to be raped. Was maybe even as good as dead. She thought of her mother, asleep in the other room. Had she heard the men? Had she called the police, or were the phones dead, like the lights?

She fought with all her strength. Screamed into the hand covering her mouth. Kicked. Felt her sandaled foot strike something soft and yielding. Heard a grunt of pain, got a small twinge of satisfaction.

"Fuck!" Someone muttered. "Bitch kicked me!"

The hand left Rachel's mouth for a second, and she was backhanded across the face. Her lip split and blood seeped into her mouth. Stunned, she was easily rolled over, forced to kneel on the couch, her butt up in the air. Arms circled her waist. Another flash of lightning lit the room. Strong hands tangled in her hair, jerking her head up. The man holding her waist twisted her scarf, knotting it tight around her throat, and yanked, cutting off her oxygen. A hand slipped down her belly, under the waistband of her pants. Probed at her crotch. Someone dry-humped her ass. The men laughed and grunted. Thick fingers jabbed deep into her nostrils and pulled up. Flesh tore. A blast of pain made her eyes water. More fingers, prying her jaw open. She gagged and moaned as something hard and rubbery was shoved into her bloody mouth. Wiggled into place, bracing her jaws wide open.

"There...just like that...there. Got it."

"God-damn, man. She's got a big fuckin' ass."

The man choking her slapped her ass, making her grunt. He twisted the scarf tighter, the edges of the material biting into her straining neck. She moaned feebly. Rachel's eyes rolled up into her head as a deeper blackness began to take hold.

"Shit man! Don't kill her - let up on that a little! I ain't fuckin' no dead bitch, an' she ain't worth anything..."

"Fuck man, I ain't gonna..."

"Shut the fuck up! You know the rules. Man won't take 'em if we hurt 'em too much. Just get her pants off so we can have some fun."

The pressure around her neck eased. A little. The fingers ripped out of her nostrils. The men didn't bother taking off her clothes. They just wanted them out of their way. Easier to just rip everything apart, and took less time then removing them piece by piece. Actually made some of the guys hornier than if she was full-blown naked anyway. Her turtleneck was yanked up over her chest, around her armpits. Fingernails scratched at her heavy, swaying breasts, tugging the cups of her bra until they stuck under her tits. Her thin leather belt was undone, the snap to her pants torn open. She heard the rip of the zipper, felt the pressure ease off her backside as the pants were pulled over her butt and down her quivering thighs. They were left bunched around her calves, good as tying her legs with a rope.

"Ahhh, shit - look at that ass..." The man behind her sighed. Her panties were pulled away from her butt; Rachel heard the material tear, felt cool air on her skin.

The huge man in front of Rachel unzipped, reached into his coveralls and pulled out a thick, meaty black cock. He smacked it against her forehead, rubbed it on her cheeks. The mask he wore hid his upper face, but the bottom was cut away. He smiled, revealing rotting, pitted teeth. He grabbed her by the hair to keep her head in place and pushed the tip of his massive, flaccid dick into her pried-open mouth.

"Time to fuck, bitch," he growled, and shoved with his hips.

Rachel's jaw popped. She gagged as his cock was forced down her throat; smelled old sweat and smoke and rancid, foul body odor. Behind her, something big and hard was rubbing the crack of her ass, probing, poking at her dry cunt. Rough hands squeezed her tits, fingers pinched her sensitive nipples. The men around her joked and laughed, kept up running comments on her body.

Helpless, Rachel began to cry.

***

It was Rachel's scream that woke Brenda. Amazingly, she'd dozed off quickly, exhausted from lack of sleep. The last months had been hard. She'd taken care of her husband while he wasted away, until she just couldn't do it anymore. Then she'd spent the last few weeks living at the hospice. Her kids had come, and tried to help. They meant well, she knew. Especially Rachel. But now...now that everything was over...

Brenda just wanted to rest.

She walked into the empty house and followed the familiar route to her bedroom without even thinking. Didn't turn a light on until she'd flopped, fully dressed, onto her bed. Then she switched on the small light that sat on her nightstand. Lightning flashed outside, and the light blinked off.

Brenda sighed. Knew the power was out. That was fine. She'd flip the circuit breaker after a nap. Or Rachel could. That's what she was here for, wasn't she? To help? Brenda sighed and rolled over, digging into her covers, and listened to the rain patter against her windows. Let the steady, quiet rhythm lull her to sleep...

And then the scream.

Brenda snapped awake, sat up in a rush, her head feeling thick and groggy. Had she been dreaming? Was that really a scream? Then her motherly instincts kicked in, recognized the voice.

Rachel.

Realized the lights were out.

.

She must've hurt herself

Brenda rolled over, stood up. Absently patted her hair as she opened the bedroom door.

"Rachel? Sweetie? You okay?"

Brenda froze, staring at the mountain of a man standing in front of her. Over the crash of thunder, she heard the vague sounds of a struggle down the hall. Realized what was happening in an instant. Her eyes popped open, took a breath, but didn't get a chance to scream. A hand the size of a small ham clamped around her throat, and she was pushed back into her room and onto her bed, carried half off the floor like she weighed no more than a child.

"Find some pantyhose and tie her down," the man-mountain rasped.

He forced himself between her flailing legs. Lay on top of her. Crushed her with his body. Spittle ran from his mouth, dripped on her face as she gasped for breath. Lightning lit the room, one continuous flash after another, followed by deafening booms of thunder. Brenda's arms were yanked at right angles over her head, pinned to the bed. Masked men in coveralls unceremoniously pulled out her dresser drawers, spilling the contents, tossing her clothes until they found her underwear, her lingerie. One of the men found a pair of silk stockings, held them up for inspection.

The man-mountain nodded. "Yeah. Perfect." The silken hose was tied to the headboard and a post at the end of the bed, then to each of Brenda's wrists.

"Get me a ring and open her mouth..."

"No-o-oooo..." She moaned around the hand clamped tight over her face.

Her high heels scuffed the floor. She lost a shoe as she kicked and bucked under the man crushing the breath from her. Fingers pinched her nose. The man-mountain let go of her neck, let go of her face, and Brenda gasped for breath, opening her mouth wide. His hand quickly pressed down and pulled at her chin. Fingers pushed past her lips and pried open her mouth even further. Someone forced something hard and rubbery in past her teeth. She bit down hard, but the rubbery thing kept her from inflicting any damage. Got a bruising punch in the kidney for her trouble. Brenda's eyes flew open and her knees came up with the burst of pain, locking around the man-mountain's waist. He wiggled the rubber ring, wedging it in tight. The thing covered her teeth, left her mouth open in a wide, vulnerable circle.

The man tying her finished. The man-mountain laughed down at her. Mocking. "Old bitch still got teeth." Brenda felt the silk stockings bite into her wrists, felt her fingers go numb.

"Not anymore." The man that tied her climbed onto the bed, kneeling right above her head. Unzipped his fly. He leered down at her, his bloodshot eyes partially hidden behind his mask. "Wanna see what I got for you, you old fuckin' cunt?"

He pulled his cock out, let it flop on her face. His meat was warm and heavy; big enough that it covered her face from the top of her head to her jaw. Brenda squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, back and forth, moaning. His cock flopped off onto the bed, twitched like a dying fish.

The huge man on top of her grunted. "Spread her legs."

Two men behind him grabbed her ankles, yanked her legs wide.

"Let's see some titty."

The man on top of her eased off, then ripped open her blouse. Lighting flashed, pulsing like a strobelight, making everything move like a slow motion nightmare. Big, rough hands moved over her body; played with her tits, rucked her skirt up around her hips. Suddenly able to breath again, Brenda screamed. The men laughed. A hole was torn in the crotch of her stockings, from front to back. The seam of her panties was pulled out and ripped in half. Brenda heard more zippers open. Saw more big cocks point her way. Big hands circled her waist, pinning her hips in place, down on the bed. The man-mountain spit on his hand, reached down and pushed a wet finger into her snatch.

She screamed again, wiggled. Tried in vain to avoid the cock slapping her face. Tried in vain to kick, break her legs away from the men holding them. Screamed as the finger slipped into her, knuckle by thick knuckle, finger-fucking her. Screamed as someone took her by a throbbing wrist and pried her fingers open, forced her to cup and stroke another long, thick, limp dick.

Annoyed, the man-mountain looked up at the guy cock-slapping Brenda's face. "Shut th' bitch up, man. Damn! Quit playin' with it and stick that shit down her fuckin' throat."

"Heh." The cock-slapper laughed, shifted his hips so his ass was directly above Brenda's face. He bent and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back into the mattress, turning her face straight up. He levered the tip of his cock into her gaping mouth, eased it inside. Brenda gagged and her entire body quivered as the hot, sweaty meat slipped in, inch by inch. She tried to bite down but the rubber-ring only compressed enough to make her jaw hurt. He ignored her, didn't stop, pushing and thrusting deep into the back of her neck, until her eyes were bugging from the pain and her stomach was heaving. Bile and spit burped up around the sides of his shaft, lubricating him, making it easier to force himself down her constricting throat, until finally his balls rested lightly on her forehead, his curly black pubic hair poking her eyes.

"Ahh, yeah..." he sighed.

Then he started to bounce, slowly. Up and down. Never moving his cock more than a few inches, keeping it buried.

The man-mountain pulled his finger out of Brenda's twat with a wet pop. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, a foot-long mass of hard, black flesh and throbbing veins. He pressed it against her pussy lips. Rubbed. His cock getting longer, harder. Getting lubed up. He groaned with pleasure, grabbed his dick in hand and jabbed the tip into her pussy. Ripped into her. Brenda screamed with the last of her breath, the sound like a feeble croak around the dick fucking her face, and her body spasmed. The man-mountain laughed and caught her around the waist with his hands, pushed with his legs and ass, letting his weight drive him forward, deeper into her, until his dick was rammed tight into her cunt. He unbuttoned the top of his coveralls and slipped them over his shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. Exposing his naked, hairy chest. He let himself fall on top of her, enjoyed the feel of her silk shirt bunched against his skin. He grabbed her breasts, snapping one satin strap off at the seam, where the strap met the white, lacy material of the cup; and engulfed a rubbery pink nipple in his thick, slobbery lips. She squealed with pain as he chomped down on her tit and wiggled under him, exciting him. He grinned at her pained face, tearing at her nipple, his gold teeth gleaming in the flashes of light.

"Awright bitch." Whispered into her ear as his partner slow-fucked her in the throat. "Time to split your shit in half."

He slowly eased his hips back, pulling gently out of her snatch.

He grinned. Squeezed her tits, holding them tight, bracing his huge, flabby arms straight, using her breasts for leverage. Crushing away what little breath she was able to draw from her blocked throat. Held her down, and slammed all twelve inches back into her cunt, as hard as he could.

Brenda felt something inside her tear. Pain shot through her abdomen. She whimpered and thrashed against her silken binds, scissoring her legs and kicking out as the man-mountain chewed her tits and fucked her, hard and fast. Pain, like she'd never known, not even when she'd delivered her babies. At least then she'd been drugged, the pain numbed. Sweat began dripping off the cock-slapper's balls, off his ass, onto her face. Her chest and belly grew slippery with the man-mountain's sweat and slobber as he licked and bit at her tits. Blood oozed from her torn pussy, smearing the inside of her legs and her crotch, staining her torn panties and nylons. One of the man holding her ankles pressed the heel of her stockinged foot against his throbbing member. Ground his crotch against the silky material. Then the man-mountain grunted like a bull and jerked hard. Started pounding her, his belly smothering her, grinding his fat ass in a hard, desperate circle.

Barely a minute, and the rapist was ready for his release.

More than. He'd been waiting for this bitch, waiting to fuck this pussy for days, until his balls were swollen and heavy and sore. He'd caught his first glimpse of her as she was leaving a funeral, along with the other bitch in the living room. Did his homework. Followed them home, tailed them for weeks. Told his partners, who already had a man set up to buy her, and her daughter, too. Half the money had already been transferred, getting everything in motion. Which is why he and the boys had been waiting that morning. Followed the bitches to breakfast, then to church.

As soon as he saw the old bitch at the funeral, he wanted her. Would'a probably come for her even if they hadn't found a buyer. And today - when he saw her walking down those church steps, with her skirt swishing around her knees, saw the shadow of her lacy bra through her blouse - man, he wanted her like F'n crazy. Had enough with the blue-balls. He needed to fuck.

Now he had her.

And he was ready to fill her with a big fucking load of hot, white cum.

The veins in his neck stood out like cords as he fucked her and he bellowed as he came, squeezing Brenda's breasts so hard she thought he was going to tear them off. The pain from his massive cock ripping and tearing in her suddenly eased. He pumped into her again and again with short, hard thrusts, shooting her full of hot cum; the thick jets of warm semen burned like salt for a moment, then soothed her torn insides. She felt the cum ooze and drip out of her twat and down the crack of her ass. His arms trembled and he collapsed onto her belly. Brenda felt his cock slowly wither and go limp inside her.

Then he shoved violently away and stepped away from the bed. The next man in line, the one who had been jacking off with her foot, stepped between her legs to take his turn. Brenda groaned as his cock slipped into her, painfully filling her again.

Tears leaked from her eyes, blending with the sweat from the man face-fucking her. He was breathing hard now, his thrusts coming faster. His cock was hot and throbbing, felt like it was on fire in her mouth. He turned, levering a leg over her chest, and kneeled over her neck. Grabbed handfuls of her hair and pulled her head forward. Sharp pain shot down her spine and the coarse denim of his coveralls scraped her bruised lips as he rammed his cock faster and faster. It swelled in her mouth, cutting off her air again. He tore at her hair, slamming her head forward to meet each thrust. He let out a low growl deep in his throat and came, just as the new man started fucking her pussy. He held her face against his hairy crotch, his orgasm shooting a long stream of hot, salty cum down Brenda's throat.

Outside, the storm kept raging. No one in the house even noticed when it passed.

***

Rachel lay face down, spread-eagled on the bed, on top of her mother. Arms and legs tied tight, her clothes now mostly gone except for her bra and her scarf, which the man fucking her ass had wrapped around her face, using it like a horse bridle. The men had been there, in the house, raping them over and over, for hours. Seemed even longer, like days. Except for the pain, Rachel found that she almost no longer cared about the rape. The men had all taken their turn, using each of them as they wanted. Ate food from the refrigerator. Drank her mothers wine. Got stoned. Slept. Fucked them some more. She'd been raped on the couch off-and-on until the old grandfather clock on the wall said it was past eight in the evening. If no one was using her, she was tied like a pig about to be slaughtered, with her hands bound tightly to her ankles, and then gagged until the next round or rapes began.

It was rare that she'd been left alone for long.

They'd dragged her into her mother's room, bruised and beaten, not long after ten that night. The men let them both use the toilet, then tied them down to the bed good and tight. Her mother was spread-eagled across the middle of the bed, flat on her back, feet almost touching the floor. Rachel on top, facing her. The men had strapped a big, black dildo around her waist, and forced her to use it to fuck her mother while they took turns raping her in the ass. Rachel watched Brenda's tears run down the side of her face, tried desperately to ignore the warm touch of Brenda's flesh against hers. The men dug around in the closets, found her mother's cameras. Laughed and took pictures, videotaped everything. Played the rapes over on the television while they taped more.

Eventually they finished. Showered, pulled back on their coveralls as the first hint of sunlight filtered through the pulled window blinds. Rachel listened as they spoke, tried to make sense of what was going to happen next.

The man with the gold teeth stepped to the edge of the bed, grinning. Held up a syringe. Squirted liquid from the wicked, gleaming needle.

Brenda silently closed her eyes. Rachel jerked frantically above her, again trying to pull her wrists free, to fight.

The rest of the men crowded around. Strong hands and the silk bonds held them still, no matter how hard they struggled.

The man grinned. "Time to go to sleep..."

Pantyhose twisted around Rachel's forearm, at the crook of her elbow. A hand smacked her arm. Veins popped out. Rachel felt the bite of the needle and began to weep uncontrollably. Felt the rush of warmth as the drug flooded her system. Faintly heard her mother gasp around her gag as she was stuck as well. The needle was yanked away, and a small trail of blood dripped from the wound.

The room began to spin. Grew hazy. Rachel felt her eyes droop, the lids too heavy to keep open.

Then she felt very little at all, for a very long time.

***

Unconscious, Rachel and Brenda were stripped completely naked, bagged and tied. The driver backed the van into an empty bay in the garage. The women were carried out and dumped unceremoniously on the cold steel flooring, covered with old blankets. The men took what they wanted from the house, scavenged the cash and cards from the purses on the counter. Loaded up as much as they could, and piled back in themselves, except for the man-mountain. He pounded the drivers' door as the van pulled out of the driveway, headed back to the abandoned warehouse where they'd unload the packages for transport and get all the stolen shit ready to fence.

He jingled the keys to the Rover, opened the door. Turned on the ignition, eased the seat back and settled in for the drive to the hack-shop, running calculations in his head. Figuring the two bitches, all the shit to hock, and the Rover... It was a nice haul. Better than he expected. He figured they should clear maybe a mil, mil-and-a-half on this job, easy.

Once paid, everything sold, he'd divvy up the cash. Then they'd all go their separate ways for a while, lay low again until the next order came in.

Or somebody caught his fancy again.

***

Brenda woke, sleepy-eyed but clear-headed, for the first time in... how long? Days? Weeks? She wasn't sure.

She tried to sit up. Made it about half-way before something stopped her. A small burst of pain in her belly. A jingle of chains. For a second, she thought she was still at home, tied to her bed. She looked around, realized she was still tied up in a bed, but not her bed. Or her room.

Wasn't in her house at all.

It was warm, even though Brenda could hear the buzz of air-conditioning, feel cool air blowing from an overhead vent. She glanced around. The mattress was comfortable, covered with a cool, white satin sheet. Thin gold chains around her wrists and ankles tied her to a solid iron bed frame. The room was small with a high ceiling, brightly lit. Video cameras mounted high in each corner, LED lights glowing red. Other than the cameras, the room contained nothing but the bed she was chained to. One doorway on her right, a few feet away, covered with a transparent silk hanging. Brenda herself felt clean, smelled a subtle, flowery perfume. Dressed - if you could call it that - head to foot in pure white silk and lace, with lots of skin still showing.

She shifted on the bed, her silk lingerie whispering against the satin sheet. Brenda was horrified to discover she felt slightly... aroused. Felt kind of... tingly. All over.

Felt wet. Down there.

Brenda pulled on her chains, yanking hard on the slim bands of gold. Heard something over the jangle of chains against the iron bed frame.

Then she froze.

Voices, from out of the room, getting closer. A hand, sweeping back the curtain in the doorway. A man and a young boy stepped into the room, both dark-skinned, the man with a thick, black goatee covering his chin. Both dressed in... robes? Arabic? They stared at her blankly, like she was just another piece of furniture, the man speaking to the boy in another language. Foreign. Pointing, jabbing his finger at Brenda's tits, at her crotch. The boy listened intently, his small, round face slightly flushed.

Brenda tried to speak, couldn't. Her mouth was still propped wide open. Only managed a series of weak grunts. The man slapped her across the face, violently knocking her head to the side. He raised his fist again, shook it at Brenda. She understood immediately, gulped spittle and blood, shook her head, wide-eyed. Kept quiet. Didn't want to get hit again. The man turned his attention to the boy, spoke something, rapid-fire. Then he turned on his heel and stomped out of the room.

The sound of his footsteps died away. Brenda turned her eyes on the boy, pleading. He stared back. She glanced quickly at the open doorway, but the man appeared to be gone. She tried to catch the boys' eye, looked from him up to her chained wrist. Again. Imploring him with her tears.

The boy broke into a wicked grin and hit her; pounded her in the stomach full-on, with a closed fist, putting all the strength of his small body into the blow. Shouted at her as she gasped for breath and tried to curl up in a protective ball. The chains held her in place while her body convulsed, flopping around on the bed. Eventually, the pain ebbed.

Fresh tears dripped down Brenda's cheeks.

A burst of scolding from the boy. Wagging his finger at her. Then he stripped. Let his robes drop to the floor. Naked, hairless except for the dark black mop on his head, he climbed on top of her, between her splayed legs, his small, brown cock sticking straight out over her belly. His little hands grabbed at her tits. Squeezed until she screamed - an animal sound, pouring out of her until she was hoarse. He laughed, his voice high like a girls, and lay on top of her. He weighed almost nothing. Brenda felt his little cock poking and probing, felt it slip inside her.

When her body responded to him almost immediately, she gasped. He pulled the cups of her lace bra down over her breasts. His little teeth found her nipple, bit hard, drawing blood. Pain shot through her, bringing shivers of pleasure; pleasure that in turn caused fresh tears of shame and humiliation. Brenda's back arched as he entered her, pushing her breast hard against his mouth; without conscious thought her legs spread wider for him, scissored against his sides, his buttocks.

This can't be happening, she thought. The boy grinned, staring at her with her brown nipple caught in his white little teeth, stretching it... Fucking her. Pumping her with his little cock.

Another flash of pleasure, blinding her senses until all she could hear was the soft sound of her low moans of passion over a child's sweet laughter; followed by a warm explosion in her crotch, and a flood of moisture that trickled out of her body...

***

At the other side of the hall, in his private rooms, the boy's father was sitting in front of a series of color video monitors, watching as his son punished his new toy, a small gift for his birthday, a tiny pittance spent to celebrate his son's first day of manhood; then watched happily as he fucked the woman. Watched as the drugs the woman had been injected with took hold. Watched her respond to his son, clamping her stocking-clad legs around his slim body.

Smiled the smile of a proud man. He himself had picked out the woman's clothes, the finest in the Western world's lingerie: the lace brassiere, the garter belt, the silk stockings. Her jewelry. He prepared her himself. Just like his father had for him. He remembered his first time, his first toy. Remembered his own father's pride as he slowly, methodically broke the woman to his will.

That seemed such a long time ago now.

Once he was certain nothing was amiss, the man turned from the rows of streaming video, camera angles flickering from room to room throughout the mansion, the entire property, and let his son have his private moment. He stood and stepped into his own room, stripping off his robes as he moved. Tossed them aside and stood naked, admiring the thick curves of the woman in front of him, gagged and tied face down on the torturers' rack. Ready to be taken. His manhood stood out from his body, hard and thick. Pulsing with need. From a shelf overflowing with his favorite tools, he selected a small, supple riding crop.

Rachel saw him in front of her. Whimpered. He yanked her head up by her hair so her face was level with his cock, grinned down at her. His eyes were alive, dancing with evil lust. Her body was already covered with bloody welts. His son's work.

Teaching. Always teaching.

He showed her the riding crop. Brought it down hard, cracking it across her shoulders.

Rachel screamed into her gag. Her body quivered with pain from the new gash as fresh blood flowed. The man moved behind her, fingered her pussy. She was wet. Hot. He knew that she would be: the new sex drug was working perfectly. He liked them better this way: begging, crying, in pain; always in pain, but unable to control the responses of their bodies to the administration of the pain.

The man ran the tip of the crop lightly down the side of her naked, sweaty flank. She flinched, trying to slip away from the probing leather. He grabbed his cock, stroking himself, rubbing her pussy. Slipped snugly inside her soft, wet folds. She was a perfect fit.

"You are mine now, woman." He raised the crop again, and smiled.

Always teaching.

 

~ Fin ~

Can't be... can't... please...

Epilogue

After a few days of consistant sexual tension between us i decided to take the next step.  I got out of the shower one morning and walked out into the hall to change.  She was out there already reading.   She looked up at me, smiled and went back to her book.   Now that I could see she was comfortable with my naked it was time to get her naked, too.  She got in the shower next after me.  I could just imagine her naked only a few yards and a wall away from me, i got an instant hard-on.  I thought about just jerking off later, but I had to pursue it.  I heard the waer stop and knocked on the door.

"Can i come get something?" I asked innocently.

"Ya sure, hold on..."

I was crushed, she had obviously taken that time to cover up so her amazing body wouldn't meet my eyes.  I sighed and continuted, as it would look stupid for not needed anything anymore.  She unlocked it and I walked in.

She was standing un front of the mirror with the towel wrapped around her waist, breasts exposed.  I gawked for what was about 10 seconds but it didn't seem long enough to take in their supple shape, their perfect simmitry.  She had quarter sized nipples that seemed to hug her breasts, they were't puffy and creme colored.  Perfect.

"They're tits.  Seriously, you've seen plenty.  See." she squeezed one softly as if trying to prove they were there.

"Oh i wasn't staring."

She gave me a sideways smirk that almost said "I want you".   But I was probably fooling myself.

"Hey, look down." She said with a laugh.

I automatically looked and with horror saw my erection sticking through the towel wrapped around my waist.  I tried to cover it up frantically.

She got a concerned look on her face and told me not to worry about it.

"Hey," she said smiling again.  "I'll show you if you show me."

I was getting my wish and dropped my towel, too eagerly maybe.

She dropped her towel moments later revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of hair that seemed to crown the soft delicate skin that was her pussy.

We each stood there semi-awkwardly for a minute or two.  I had barely got it all in when she smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and brushed past me on her way to her room to change.  

We went about our day with our family the same, although she seemed to always want to be close to me.  Later that night with my sibilings and cousins and  I we watched a movie.  Naturally she made sure she sat by me.  Halfway through the movie I noticed i now had m hand in an awkward position resting on her stomach, I moved it under the blanket covering us, she didn't seem to mind so i moved under her shirt.  I think I may have caught her eye for a brief moment because she smiled slyly and sexily without looking to me.  I started rubbing my hand slowly up and down her stomach, teasing every nerve, tickling her gently.  I made my way up to her bra and slid my hand underneath it.  I was amazed at my smoothness, not sure if it was actually me doing this to her.

I caressed her breast for a while moving my fingertip across he nipple teasing it.  I realized my mouth grew dry and I had a raging erection.  I slid my hand out and away from her and asked her to get me a glass of water.  I didn't want to get up and have to explain to everyone why I had a gigantic boner.  She came back and sat almost on me,  she put her leg over mine and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, shivering slightly, though I knew she was sweating.  I decided I was done for the night and planned on making a bigger move on her later.

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“What did you think?” Amy asked.

 

“Well, let’s see…” I started to answer, “You gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten, sucking your dick was about the best thing ever, and sharing your cum with you was incredible…all in all, I’d say it went well.” Amy smiled and walked over to sit with me on the couch. We sat quietly drinking our Gatorade for a few seconds until I decided to say something, “Ames, when you came, I swallowed probably a third of it, quite a bit dripped from my mouth, then a lot spilled on your boobs, and there was still so much…do you always cum that much?”