I resumed licking and her rock hard little clit and meanwhile began to insert a finger just inside her tight little pussy, knowing this would drive her over the edge in seconds, but not really caring about making her pleasure last longer. It was just a thrill watching her skinny little legs shake ever so slightly and to feel her body jerk back and forth as she tried to obey her father’s wishes.

Sara and I had been fooling around like this for about six months now. Her mom had left us for another women of all things, a long time ago. I had taken her virginity only 8 days ago, but her tasty little pussy with all its features and aromas was my favorite pass time.

“Daddy I gotta let it go,” She could barely get the words out through her heavy moaning and breathing.

I shoved my finger deep inside her tight little pussy just as I sucked as hard as I could manage on her small clit. This of coarse sent her over the edge.

“eeeeeeeeeeee! Ohhhhhh godddddd!” Sara screamed loud enough to wake up the dead as her juices hit me in the face and mouth. Her whole body shook with what had to be at least four orgasms from her head right down to her toes and she fell off me, landing hard on my king sized bed. Her breathing was so heavy and her eyes rolled to the back of her head several times. At first I almost thought she was hyperventilating, but her breathing slowly began to calm down and I smiled at her as I bent over to give her a little kiss, making sure my tongue slipped to the back of her throat as I did so. As I pulled away she smiled up at me.

“Dad, that was the best one ever!” Sara exclaimed.

“Your welcome, baby.”

“uhhhh.”

We both glanced at the half open bedroom door and then back at each other. I gave Sara a wink.

“Our peeping tom is back,” I whispered.

“Go get him,” I heard the excitement in my daughter’s voice. We had intentionally left the light on so our nightly visitor could get a good view this time.

“Are you sure?”

“yep,” Sara’s reply and her reassuring smile was all the prompting I needed. I crept from the room still in my birthday suit with my rock hard, hairy cock standing at attention. I was so horny at what I was about to do I thought I would cum all over the carpet before I even reached the door.

Easing it open, I spotted what I fully expected to…. My 12-year-old son with his pants to his ankles and his little pecker in his hand. He was stoking it so furiously he hadn’t even noticed me standing there.

“Jason….” I knew I had startled him and he must’ve been about ready to cum because as he dropped his hands to his hand and gazed up at me with a look of terror on his face he began to shoot his load uncontrollably. It shot straight up in the air and landed between us on the floor.

Instinctively he reached for his pants still draped around his ankles.

“Don’t!” I ordered him, a little more forcefully then I planned.

He just stood there; his face beat red and his little 4-inch cock quickly softening between his legs.

“D-Dad….I-I….”

“You don’t have to explain son,” I said trying to sound reassuring. “Your not in trouble. In fact, your sister and I want you to join us.”

He was speechless; unable to fathom what I was saying I suppose. Or perhaps wondering if this was some sort of trick or maybe thinking it was a dream come true I can’t be sure.

“You can leave those out here you won’t be needing them for a while,” I stated, pointing to his pants. “Come on.”

I turned and started back inside and watched as Jason turned and looked back down the hall as if expecting somebody to catch him. Somebody else anyway.

I watched as he kicked off his clothes and began following his naked father back into the bedroom. As I strolled across the room and sat down next to my still naked daughter I turned and saw that Jason had stopped in the doorway, looking a bit embarrassed I would have to say.

“Hey bro come on in the party’s over here.”

Slowly Jason made his way toward the bed and as he got within arms reach of us I saw him stop and look down at his dick, which had now become solid as a rock again. He looked up and I swear you could’ve lit a match on his face.

“ Just relax son, your sister here is gonna take reeeeeeally good care of you,” I nodded to Sara and watched with a smile as she dropped to her knees in front of her brother’s cock. It was about half the size of mine and had the faint traces of hair around the balls, a sure sign that my little boy was on his way through puberty.

“Just like I taught you, remember baby?”

“I know daddy.”

Slowly she began licking her big brothers balls, tracing over them with her tongue and working her way slowly up the shaft with the tip. I almost laughed as I saw Jason shudder and his head tilted back with so much pleasure written on his face. Sara looked up at him and smiled, knowing that her inexperienced brother was about to get a sex lesson from little sis.

I knew what was about to happen as I saw Jason begin to twitch ever so slightly from the workings of Sara’s tongue. She could probably deep throat that little cock of his, but I was starting to think she wouldn’t have a chance. And I was right. As Sara worked her way up her brother’s cock and began slowly licking his very sensitive knob I saw Jason look over to me for just a quick second and then back down at Sara.

“S-Sisss….” He barely managed to get out as his inexperienced 12-year-old cock shot sperm all over his sisters face. It kept erupting like a fountain and Sara just staying there and took it all as Jason let out several loud moans and words nobody could make out through his premature ejaculation.

When he finally came down from what had to be the best orgasm of his young life his face once again became red with embarrassment as he realized what he had just done.

“Don’t worry son, it was your first experience, you’ll be able to control it a little better each time.”

“Yeah and since I’m not going to get to suck your dick I guess we’ll just move on to the best part,” Sara smiled at her little brother and turned back to the bed. We both watched as she spread herself wide open, letting her big brother know that she was open for business just for him!

 

To be continued

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He waited for her to leave the high end party she was at before making his move. She was drunk and it would be even easier to take this package then the previous one. As the girl stumbled down the pathway to her car he repeated with her what he had done with Lindsay. Gagging her with a chloroform covered cloth until she went limp and then tossing her under the tarp with Lohan. His second prize was now in his possesion. Tara Reid was all his.

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It had taken him several hours to drive up to the cabin he had in Northern California, but it was well worth it. The cabin he had was sound proof and deep in the woods. They wouldn't be disturbed or found out here. Undoubtably the police and other authorities would be looking for the girls already, but he rested easy as he took the girls into the cabin. After all, they were so deep in the woods the girls would never be able to find their way out, and the authorities would never be able to hear them or in any way track them to this cabin. Now all he had to do was decide which of them  he'd play with first.

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He stripped them both down, taking all their clothes off except their panties, Lindsay was wearing a black g-string and Tara had on a sexy red lace thong on. He admired their bodies for a few minutes before tying them up. He was an expert at making knots, and with the thick rope he had on hand, neither girl would be getting out anytime soon. He bound them quickly, but effectively, tying Lindsay's wrists together and then attaching the knot to a post above a chair, before tying both her ankles to the chair legs. He oiled her body up, rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples until they were hard and then blindfolded her, tying a silk cloth above and below her beautiful breasts, so that they bulged out between the cloths like ripe melons. He didn't care what anyone said, fake or real Lohan had the nicest set of breasts he had ever seen. Next was Ms. Reid. Tying her hands above her head to the bed posts he then bound her ankles to the back of her thighs an then her knees together around her waist. This left her juicy pink pussy exposed for his pleasure when he decided to remove her panties. He didn't bother blindfolding this one, but he did oil her up and bind her breasts before gagging her.

He double checked to make sure that the girls were properly tied, then proceeded to check the status of all the toys he had brought with him. They were in good condition and their batteries were fully charged, so he placed them in a trunk at the foot of the bed; the better to preserve the mystery and fear for later. He chuckled to himself as he placed several boxes of clothing in the closet for the girls. It was going to be a good holiday.

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It only took the girls an hour or so to come around, and he was watching the international man hunt for them when he heard Lindsay shouting in fear, struggling to get loose. Shutting off CNN he proceeded to the bedroom and stood in the doorway watching her for a bit, when he did he saw Tara beginning to come around. She took in the sight of Lindsay tied and bound and then saw her own predicament. She started to struggle too, screaming into the gag as she did so. He decided that it was time to get down to business and walked into the room.

"Well ladies it looks like you're up. I wasw beginning to wonder when you'd come around." at the sound of his voice the two girls froze, trembling and looking all the world like deer in the headlights, it was a thouroughly erotic look for the two of them. "My name is Vincent, but you'll be calling me Master or sir from now on, unless I say otherwise. I only have a few rules, and if you obey them, I won't have to punish you. But don't take that to mean that I won't enjoy punishing you if you misbehave. You've heard the first rule, now here's the second. You are not allowed to orgasm without begging for it and then getting permission from me. Third, you are not allowed to hurt my person or yourselves or eachother. Fourth, you are to follow my instructions exactly as I say them. And fifth, don't bother running, we're in miles of woods, there are no phones or any other ways of communicating out here and I will be severly angry if either of you tries it. So angry in fact that I'll punish both of you if either of you runs. Understood?" Tara nodded meekly while Lindsay let out a shaky "Yes."

"Good." he said striding forward "Now it's time to get to your training, Tara you watch, Lindsay gets to have the first lesson."

It came to Friday night, and suprise suprise, he was out with his mates, and didn\'t end up getting home until at least 10:30. By this stage I had almost had half a bottle of vodka, and was feeling really, really sick. I\'d gone to the bathroom when my friend walked past, and told Matt that I was there, and he came and picked me up around the waist and took me outside. I was hardly able to stand on my feet, I was so drunk, but I was at the stage of about to sober up, so I was really tired too. He pulled out a deck chair, and he sat on it, pulled me down on top of him, and we watched the stars for ages. I was only wearing a long baggy T-shirt and undies (something I think my friend planned earlier, cos we both had that on), and I felt his hand slide on to my stomach. It sat there for a while before it started sliding down further, to the top of my underwear, then further down to the top of my pussy. I was freaking out a little bit cos I had no idea how to react, c I\'d been brought up in a christian family, so I had no idea what to do!

His hand edged down further and further until he started fingering me on the deckchair under the stars. I couldn\'t have thought of anything better in the world. I knew in previous weeks that he wanted to fuck me, but couldn\'t bring myself to do it.

My friend came outside and told him to take me inside, becuase it was getting pretty cold outside, only I just hadn\'t noticed.

We went inside, crashed on his bed and started to do some REAL fooling around. He reached over and pulled my shirt over my head and started edging at my underwear again, until I reached over and pulled his shirt off too. He took the cue and started stripping off down to nothing. It was the first time I\'d seen a penis at all, and I didn\'t think about it at all, cos the next thing I know, he\'s got his head in between my legs, eating me out. It was one of the most amazing things I\'d ever felt. I reached down and started playing with his hair, and he came back up, and we did a bit of making out while I was giving him a handjob. I whispered into his ear that I\'d never done anything like this before, and he told me that I was doing a fuckin awesome job, so I kept doing what I was doing..

After a while, I asked him if he had any condoms, and he knew what to do, so he slid one on his now very hard dick, and moved around to be almost sitting on top of me. Suprisingly, I didn\'t feel any pain at all and just went with the flow of whatever he did. We tried almost 4 different positions, and didn\'t really stop in between. It was almost 2 in the morning by the time I asked if I could stop and rest a bit, he knew I was tired, I had hardly had any sleep that week, but it was well worth waiting up for him that night:)

We didn\'t really say anything the next morning, I was still asleep by the time that he woke up in the morning, and was out watching tv in the lounge. I went and sat next to him, and we just stayed there for a while.

He\'s not the romantic type or anything, and I knew it wasn\'t going to be how I had imagined my first time to be, but goddamn it was good, and everyone says the second time is better. Lets just say I can\'t wait until this weekend:) 

 

The forest up ahead I knew it from a long time ago, my mind as well as the car must have been on autopilot cause I don’t remember making the turns or the stops. How could it be so close to the city and still be so lush, alive, and unchanged? The forest it’s time during my youth; it’s funny I would drive here with my head in the clouds, after being away for so many years, and then again I always sought refuge from my troubles here.

 

The coffee ran right through me, I have to pee and don’t want to go back into town. Any way I remember the trails, and Ah yes a parking place. I love a clearly marked trail especially when I’m in a hurry. Boy… talk about dense foliage, ten steps and the city is gone. I’ll just squat right here and pee, it’s off the trail and no one can see me. Ah… that feels good, what a relief it’s so cool in here; the lushness is so inviting, I think I will walk around in here for a while. ‘Pouf…’ one piss, and this morning’s attitude and frustrations have been vanquished, by the magical embrace of my youth remembered.

 

So much time and so many firsts happened here in this forest along this very trail. I use to play in this forest when I was young pretending to be an animal stocking and slinking around spying on the people that came here. When I grew older and the boys started coming around, we would go into these woods and neck. I would come here to play with myself dreaming of being a grownup; it was here I lost my virginity to a banana. I was so aroused; feeling I was about to cum and didn’t, then rubbing myself raw. Funny how so much has changed around these woods yet they have remained untouched; maybe smaller, maybe a few more dead trees, and the trails are more obvious through use, more litter scattered about, but still more or less just as I remember.

 

Outside the tree line a blistering heat and an exhausting pace, inside cool and serene. I remember teasing my first boy friend in here, kissing and petting; he thought he was going to get a little, but I just jumped up and said, “I’m late!” and ran off home. Other times just walking and gazing or napping and fantasizing on the soft deep moss beds filled my days. I some times think I should have let him have me, tasted him, felt him spend his seed inside me, lord knows I had the hots for a cock any cock just no nerve.

 

Yes…just over… yes here is my favorite place, a thick bed of moss, off the trail, but close, close enough to watch the comings and goings of the hikers, it was here I saw my first penis in the flesh. He stopped to pee right in front of me, and never knew I was there watching, God how my loin swelled and throbbed at it’s sight.

 

Ah…I see it… just as I knew it; the moss covered indentation, next to a brush covered log on one side, and surrounding the rest was a dense wall of vine-covered tree limbs dotted with white blossoms every spring. No one can see in, unless they look closely, so I had my own private suite to lie in the sun or shade and to nap or tan in. I some times masturbated; fantasizing about some of the boys I knew, or men I had seen, while I twiddled my nipples and clitoris. Sometimes I would just listened to the sounds of the birds as they flew and the animals in the distance, or the wind, or the fading voices as they walked by.

 

I think I will nap here for a while it is so peaceful, and cool it’ll be just like old times. This morning is still so fresh; my sex life has dried up, I haven’t been able to get him to talk to me for thirty minutes with out saying some thing critical. I have to think of a way to get Bob to treat me like he at least likes me and stop humping me like a bitch, or stop letting him hump me all together, I should just tell him to go find another animal to hump somewhere. Shit we use to talk for hours when we first got married; try to turn each other on and satisfy our needs, I am not sure how it soured or even when, “Oh hell…! It just died and dried up.”

 

Oh the sun is doing its thing my eyes are getting heavy so I’m going to slip off to slumber land… Wuh…?! Oh! What is going on down by the road? It sounds like trouble? Wait a minute not trouble it looks and sounds like two people have come to play in the woods, and by the sound of their laughter these are two lovers who have come for a tryst in the woods, and it is my good fortune to be here and watch like I did in my youth. My… that is one good looking young male very athletic yet still plump, but strong looking with those big features I bet he is hung, yet a hint of femininity.

 

His girl friend is much smaller, with a beautifully lush round body, and pert tits; her long nipples really stand out, just a hint of baby fat over her muscles that give her bottom a very nice shape. Her thick head of raven hair and bushy eyebrows leads me to fantasize that she is a very hairy woman. She makes me hungry for my earlier days and my last girlfriend, even though we only teased each other it was still better than what I have now.  Obviously they both spend time at the gym together, they have matching red sweats on. They act so comfortable together I bet they do a lot of things together. They both look so happy, it is easy to see who is the more sexually active. That small raven haired beauty acts like a lynx, I bet she keeps him well taken care of.

 

Wow…! They play rough, he just knocked her to the ground and jumped on top trying to pin her to the ground. Oh her shrieks and his grunting laughter they sound and look as though they are really having fun. We use to play like that when we first started seeing each other, wrestling around on the floor, or outside in the yard. Now I think he doesn’t even want to kiss me; now he just does it as part of the act, it is my fault for letting it go on for as long as I have without mention not finding new ways to excite him. Hell I don’t even think of Bob by name any more.

 

Oops she almost got away but he just flipped her over his lap and stuffed his hand inside her panties. I can see him wriggling his hand between her legs; I’ll bet he has at least two fingers in her now. That sure put a stop to her struggles, now she is just panting, and holding herself open to his fondlings. Oh! She gets wet when he touches her, I can hear his fingers splashing in her wetness now and I see a spot forming on the inside of her thigh, yep she is really wet her sweats are starting to sag and darken from her juices and the spot is starting to run. I think he is going to diddle his fingers inside her until he makes her cum. Bob use to do that to me with his fingers sometimes or go down on me and make me cum on his face; now the bastard just nit-picks about every little thing, stays at the office till late, eats at the café where we met, but won’t call me to meet him there.

 

I was right he is making her cum right now, boy she really moans gasps and squirms a lot. She has soaked the crotch of her sweatpants, still he didn’t slow her down she got right in his face and laid him down I guess it is her turn to make him cum now. She is slippery she just pulled his top off with a single tug. Wait a minute that isn’t a he? He is a she those are tits she is sucking on, small but pert little mounds, and positively feminine nipples.

 

I think I rustled some brush as I grabbed my mouth to stifle my gasp, though I doubt they heard me they are far too busy. I could here them talking, “You made me cum so good I have to pee. You just wait right there.” I can see her girlfriend’s nipples as she lies there, they are not as big as hers but they are the nipples of a woman. Oh… oh she is getting close. She is bold she just dropped her sweatpants and squatted right in front of me. Oh my but she is very hairy, her legs are densely covered with long black hair, and I bet it goes up her back. Ohoh! She is looking right at me, I think she sees me.

 

“Hey Sheila put your top back on we’re not alone. What…why are you spying on us?” She asked with a curious smile on her face.

 

“I wasn’t... I wa… I wasn’t spying.” I stuttered.

 

“It looked like you were spying to me. Don’t be scared we aren’t mad or going to hurt you or anything like that.” She said curiously.

 

“Sharon what is it? Who are you talking to?” Sheila pried nervously.

 

“I’m Renee I was just napping when the two of you woke me.” I said uneasily as the big one named Sheila came closer.

 

“So ya…”

 

“Quiet Sheila you are scaring her… a Renee is it? You come here often?” Sharon nosed gently.

 

“I use to live in one of those houses on the hill.” I answered pensively. I looked at Sheila, as she loomed closer, she was much bigger than I.

 

“Oh don’t worry about Sheila her bark is much worse than her bite. You know you were watching us and learning what our… secrete is so it is…only fair that we learn just a little something about you. That is a nice cozy little hideout you found. May we slip on in there and just talk a while?” Sharon asked nicely and smiling coyly.

 

I still felt nervous, as I was… spying sort of so I admitted, “I guess I should have let you know I was here but you looked like you were having so much fun, well I thought I would watch for a while and I thought for sure you would leave without noticing.”

 

“How long have you been coming here.”? Sheila asked in her rough sounding voice but looking interested in what I has to say, and casting teasing glances at Sharon.

 

“This is the first time in years, since before I moved into the city.” I answered calmly. I was feeling a little more at ease, becoming more familiar with these two new people, while the three of us sat talking in my secrete nook so I offered, “You know this little hideout of mine hasn’t changed much since I left the last time. I use to watch people as they went about doing what ever I never thought I was spying on them, but I guess it is spying if you are sneaking.”

 

“That is interesting,” Sharon sang, “You’ve been gone for years yet you found this place. Why is it a special spot?”

 

“I use to nap here out of sight of the passersby. It has escaped the ravages of time for the most part.” I went silent and pointed as two boys walked by and pissed on the trees across the path from us. The three of us watched and listened as the bigger of the two was bragging about his conquest from the other night. Their voices faded as they walked farther away. Sharon had snuggled in next to Sheila and Sheila put her arm around her, and we sat there quietly for a few minutes taking advantage of our furtive lookout.

 

“Don’t take this too hard, but you look like you are having a bad day.” Sheila remarked her voice sounding a little softer, and her face looking a little more relaxed.

 

“I was… I am… I don’t even remember making the turns to get here, it just went pop, and I was here. I use to come here all the time to wile away the days I had nothing else to do or when I was down or troubled about things. As you can see it is a quiet, private place. I guess it has changed some the tree line us to be farther back and the trail was harder to see.” I rambled on at ease now at their presents.

 

“You ever bring another gir…” Sharon was cut short.

 

“Sharon!” Sheila rebuked sharply, “Don’t mind her she is always digging into people’s sex.”

 

“Well why not! She saw you digging into my sex.” Sharon exclaimed then pried as an impish smile beamed across her face, “Have you brought any girls or boys into your… secrete hideout?”

 

“No I never brought anyone here. The two of you are the first people I’ve talked to here.” I felt a little challenged as I answered but still an attraction was growing.

 

“You never brought boys or girls here to make out? Huh!” Sharon challenged adding, “And you know what we are. How do you feel towards lesbians in general?” Both Sharon and Sheila looked at each other with an impish smile beaming.

 

“I didn’t say that tha…”

 

“Sharon stop being so pushy!” Sheila interrupted adding, “She always accuses me of being pushy or intimidating. I ask you do find me intimidating?”

 

“I did a little at first, but now I don’t feel threatened at all.” I replied.

 

“So. Renee tell us what did you mean to say?” Sharon pressed on.

 

“I never brought anyone here this was my special place. And just so you know we had two gay women working at the café where I used to work; they seemed nice enough and happy, they did their jobs, and I had no complaints about them, but I didn’t really know them. Any way with the men around here it’s easy to understand why women would want other women.” I explained openly and continued, “I had a lot of firsts in these woods. I saw my first penis; a couple doing it over there, behind those rocks and lost my virginity in these woods. Watching the couple do it was my first sexual experience. I use to tease the boys and watch their faces as they learned that they weren’t going to get lucky, when I got up to leave.”

 

“Did one of them get lucky?” Sheila asked.

 

“Now look who’s pushing.” Sharon interjected then she kissed Sheila’s lips and rubbed her stomach.

 

“Yes I took him to the rocks where I watched my first couple go all the way.” I described pausing to catch my breath I continued, “It was a clumsy pawing for the both of us I guess that is the way it goes for most of the first timers.”

 

“Yea that is what happened with both of us, we lost our virginity to sweaty pawings too. My boyfriend lost his sperm before he got his penis inside my pussy, he showered my legs and belly before he stuffed in into me.” Sharon acknowledged then asked slyly, “Did he wear you down too?”

 

“No I brought him here specifically to give him my virginity.” I said smugly adding, “but not before losing it to a banana first.”

 

“So you spy, you tease, and you are bold enough to take your own virginity with a banana then do it with a boy; so tell me did you cum the first time? How is that you look so dried up and unfulfilled now?” Sharon asked in a critical tone in her voice.

 

“No; neither time I just got raw and itched for days. I have been in a bad relationship too long. I don’t even remember when it turned sour, or when I started feeling trapped.” I sadly admitted.

 

“Sheila’s boy friends use to beat up on her all the time, and girls at school use to chase her around and beat up on her too. My boy friend got me hooked on drugs and sold to who ever would pay, for what ever they would pay. He made me work the streets till all hours and if the Johns didn’t beat me he would sometimes.” Sharon recounted their bad times then asked, “You ever bring a girl here and fool around? Did she make you cum?”

 

“We have each other now and together we chase the bad times away.” Sheila said liltly as she beamed at Sharon playing with her hair.

 

I was glad for the change of subject and replied; “Only once with my best friend and no we didn’t do it long enough to orgasm.” I told her adding, “I wanted to keep going because it felt really good but she started feeling guilty.” And then started talking about the two I watched and what he did to her.”

 

“Oh this sounds nice.” Sharon sang as she snuggled closer to her friend Sheila and then pressed, “Tell us about what the two of you did.”

 

“I told her about how he kissed her between her legs, and how she started sweating right away and moaning loudly. She told me she watched her parents doing the same thing. I asked her if she wanted to see how it felt. She didn’t answer for a while then she put her hand on mine and said, ‘it will be our secrete right’ I assured her I was just curious to see how it felt. Any way we only did it the once for a few minutes and that was it. She stopped just as I got wet, and pushed me away when she got close to orgasm. I have always wondered what would have happened had we kept going, and still think of her now and again.”

 

“Oh boo…! Well we were hoping for a wet story. Who knows maybe the two of you would have gotten married” Sharon said as she pouted then asked, “So what kind of marriage do you have?”

 

“You know what kind it is.” Sheila scolded.

 

“I want to hear her say.” Sharon urged as she rebuked Sheila and pressed, “Well.”

 

“It isn’t much of a relationship; he works and pays the bills, so I keep the house, fix the meals, do the shopping…” I paused as I realized that I was just a chore girl to him.

 

“What else?” Sharon pushed.

 

“I guess in a sense I am just a whore to him. He doesn’t love me anymore, but I let him fuck me when he wants, and suck him off when he asks me to.” I replied somberly and then explained, “He just gets real nasty towards me when I don’t let him ‘get some’ as he puts it.”

 

“Does he at least try to turn you on once in awhile?” Sheila asked.

 

“Not in a long time; we never go out anymore, and he rarely thanks me for anything. I should have never let any of that get started but…” I said.

“Boy you should move out that would show him.” Sharon snarled.

 

“Yea…!” Sheila chimed in, in support of both of us sounding quiet mad.

 

“I don’t have any money just a little from what he gives me for shopping, and no real skil…” I went quiet and pointed at another couple coming into the woods, an older man and a younger man in his early twenties. I motioned for them to move to my side and watch, so they quietly slinked to where I was sitting and we watched.

 

The older man gave a joint to his friend and lit it for him, and looked around as he took the first hit then watched him closely as he took another. We heard him refuse a hit when the younger man offered it so he took one more, big lung full and stubbed it then put it in his pocket. They both looked around guiltily, like they were going to steal something, they even looked right at us but they didn’t see us through the thick foliage.

 

The older man started massaging his friend’s shoulders and arms and with in a few minutes his hands were roaming all over the younger man’s torso and soon one hand found the young man’s swelling bulge and began massaging it. We heard him saying as he sighed “Oh that feels really, really nice,” and the older man got down on his knees, unbuttoned his friend’s fly, pulled out his surprisingly large dick and sucked it into his mouth. The younger man’s knees started to buckle as his gland slipped into the man’s mouth, and he fell back against the tree face turned towards the sky.

 

My mouth gaped at not only the older man’s zealousness, but at the size of the younger man’s now rock solid penis. The smell of sex hung in the windless air as the three of us just watched in silent awe as the older man sucked his friend’s dick taking its full length with ease. I wondered if the other two women were getting as wet as I was so I cast a quick glance at them and by the way they were holding each other they were. From where we were we had a perfect vantage point to watch and hear, as the two men had their tryst.

 

The older man was very eager and skilled at oral sex; he was getting the full length of the younger mans good-sized cock down his throat. Even though it softened some it was still big. As he sucked on the younger man’s dick he pulled his pants down just enough to free his large set of testicles to the manipulations of his hand. We heard the younger mans breath start to rush; just then the other man stopped and slowly moved his mouth to and started to suck and lick his friend’s scrotum causing him to gasp loudly.

 

As the older man licked and sucked the scrotum we could see precum oozing from the gland and running down his now rigid shaft. We heard the older man slurping it up and younger man’s whispered coaxings and urgings, as his gland slipped back into his friend’s mouth. We could hear the older man making exaggeratedly loud sucking noises as he drank the young mans precum, while milking his shaft. Again his breath started to rush out in gasps and again the older man stopped and waited for him to settle down but his penis stayed hard. Then very slowly started sliding his cock into his throat and back out, then back in teasing him making him wait for release. The young man was now sweated and in a heated frenzy as he wrapped his hands around the older man’s head and tried to thrust his penis into his open mouth.

 

He rebuked him telling him, “No only my shoulders and let me do the work.” Then started slowly milking that turgid shaft again with both hands and taking it all the way down his throat then squeeze his testicles. His whispered pleads turned into loud begging as he neared orgasm. I felt my own juices flowing as they use to, years ago weeping pass the elastic band of my panties and slowly ooze down my leg. Then he groaned and gasped and his face twisted with strain as he came, I even had a little sympathy orgasm. It was easy to hear the older man slurping up his friend’s sperm and swallowing. The gasping groans turned into loud sighs, the younger man’s face relaxed, and then they were silent. We could see the younger man’s stomach quake as his friend sucked the rest of his sperm from his gland like it was a straw, while milking the now flaccid shaft. The younger man appeared to be quite spent as he leaned back against the tree with his eyes closed, and his friend knelt there with the flaccid member inside his motionless mouth.

 

We heard the other two boys coming back, the same time they did; it was funny to see them scrambling to button up before they got close. Actually they were gone before the first two showed up and they left with out pausing.

 

“Alone again the three of us.” I said and sarcastically added, “I bet if the two other boys hadn’t happened along we would’ve gotten an encore performance. Sheila and Sharon were giving each other a passionate kiss and I thought, “I could orgasm even with one of Bob’s sick humps, I was so hot.”

 

I turned around and sat back against the mossy log, Sharon and Sheila sat on the soft moss in the middle of the indentation arm in arm. We all sat there quietly musing on the pleasures of the tryst we witnessed. I was still dazed at the skill that older man had, he was much better than me. I could see Sheila sniffing at the air and looking around, it was she that broke the silence.

 

“You know Sharon…” She paused as she sniffed at the air, “I think some one other than us is hot, and really wet.” Sheila sang as she smiled adding, “It isn’t the two boys or the pair who had a tryst, it is our new friend.” And she went silent as they both looked at me; I knew she was right I was stewing in my juices my fanny was soaked.

 

Sharon and Sheila had gotten to their knees when Sheila asked, “You want a little help from Sharon? She is really sweet about kissing a pussy.” And Sheila smiled at me daringly. I tried to speak but my words just hung in my throat. I opened my mouth and the only sound that came out was a garbled moan.

 

“That sounds like a yes please to me.” purred Sharon.

 

“You know I think you are right,” agreed Sheila as they moved in on me. I started to panic but couldn’t move; the muscles around my vagina were quivering and ached terribly, and my heart was pounding in my ears.

 

Sheila pulled me onto her lap, unhooked my bra, and pulled my shirt up high enough to free my breasts, ‘oh…!’ how my nipples ached. Sharon was undoing my pants as she tugged at them my shoes just popped off my feet. I heard Sharon sing as she pulled my pants down, “Oh! Sheila She has really wet her panties,” and then she nosed my hairs as she inched my panties down then she sang lasciviously, “Our friend has been a naughty little girl a naughty… naughty… little girl she has cum inside her little pussy I can smell it.” I found the saucy teasing quite arousing.

 

“Have you been a naughty little girl? Do you have cum in you?” Sheila whispered sweetly teasingly into my ear as she squeezed my nipple with the fingers of one hand and rubbed my belly with the other.

 

“Yes I… I have. I le… I let… He humped me like an animal and he came in me.” I said gaspingly.

 

“You mind if Sharon sucks it out of you.” Sheila asked seductively.

 

“Oh Sharon can do what ever she wants to do to me.” I sighed as I surrendered to their exquisite ministrations. I remember yelling and bouncing off the ground as Sharon sucked and bit the soft skin of my thighs and cheeks. She made it hurt as she pinched my skin with her teethe, but for ever how much it hurt it felt twice as good. I started begging chanting between my moans and gasps for her to, “Suck me…!”

 

Sheila bent down and kissed me sliding her tongue into my mouth just as Sharon sucked my clitoris into her mouth, and stifled my screaming gasps. Sheila wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me steady while I writhed from Sharon’s pleasuring. It felt like their tongues were wriggling inside my throat and inside my cervix at the same time, she stopped just as I tensed and started biting my thighs again. I came twice in only a few minutes when she renewed her sucking and licking of my clitoris and labia even after I went limp the first time she was still eagerly licking and sucking I felt her fingers slide into my butt and her thumb wriggling inside my vagina.

 

Sheila let go of my nipples, grabbed my legs, and held me open for Sharon’s tongue as she snaked it all over my vulva. Tonguing and sucking every little fold and again I felt my muscles squeezing and flexing as another orgasm roared through me. I could hear her swallowing as she sucked after my body went limp. I started to beg them to stop.

 

“Why do you want us to stop?” Sheila whispered in my ear while Sharon continued to suckle my clitoris.

 

“I have to pee really bad. I’ll spray it all over Sharon if she doesn’t move.” I moaned while I tried to squeeze my muscles closed, but her three fingers in my butt made that hard to do and her thumb was still wriggling inside my vagina causing the pressure to build fast.

 

“If you have to pee just let go of it, Sharon likes anything wet.” Sheila cooed in my ear then bit it still holding my legs open. I was still holding it inside until Sharon started running her other fingers inside my vagina while she bit and stretched one of my labia. I just exploded; my pee-pee gushed out of me and all over Sharon’s face, but she kept her mouth on my clitoris and her fingers inside me until the urine stopped flowing and I passed out.

 

I came to, with my cheek laying on Sheila’s inner thigh and Sharon’s arm around my waist. She had Sheila’s panties pulled to the side and her sweatpants bunched in her hand that held her panties open and was tonguing her labia. I instinctively started kissing her thigh.

 

“Here slide on up and put your mouth on her pussy,” she whispered as I did she started nibbling my ear and fingering my butt again. I felt her juices run down my chin, and tried to drink them as best I could. Sharon took my head into her hands and held my lips to the hollow of her neck, and I kissed her there, then she put my mouth on her breast and I sucked on her nipple then she pulled me on top of her pressing our mouths together, and Sheila laid on top of me rubbing Sharon’s nipples with mine. I felt my vagina turn warm again and my labia part as they swelled and wetted.

 

I started kissing Sharon and slathering my tongue in her mouth Sheila started probing me with her strap on dildo; it was bigger than Bob’s dick and bigger than anything I was ready for, but I still wanted it in me. I never saw it and don’t know where Sheila kept it, and didn’t care I was driven by my desire and theirs. I splayed my legs wider and arched my back to enable her easier access to my vagina. I began to tremble as the tip parted my labia, and I tensed as it pressed against my opening rolling my labia inward as it entered me. The tip felt pliable like a penis as it entered, Sheila gave it a little push the wide flared gland shaped tip slipped in. My whole vagina started aching as she worked it into me inward and back out then a little farther in.

 

My jaws ached as I salivated profusely, and Sharon swallowed every drop as it cascaded from my mouth into hers. Sheila had her dildo all the way inside me; I had never been penetrated so deeply before. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time; I was being stretched by both its girth and reach. I yelled out as she started sliding its full length back and forth inside, and then just the tip popping it in and out quickly, taking fast short strokes. Sheila’s body started trembling the same time mine did, and my moans were lost to my gasping breaths as another orgasm swept across me.

 

Sheila started thrusting her dildo sporadically as she wrapped her arms around my waist, her hot breath rushed across my neck and I felt hot fluid gushing into my vaginal canal filling it and spilling out. I started gasping in panic as I realized that Sheila had put a real cock not a dildo into me, it was her cock. The shocking discovery was quickly lost by the exquisite feeling I had as she filled me with her hot sperm and the relief of having a real penis inside me. I imagined her vagina clearly in my mind there was no penis to be seen, just an open vagina, labia, and an erect clitoris; then I saw her panties pulled to the side and her bunched up sweatpants, they were concealing it. Sheila’s sperm was so hot as it flowed into me I surrendered to its pleasure and lay my head on Sharon’s breast. I felt that wonderful cock flexing inside me and then another flow of hot sperm would pool at its tip and ooze down the flaccid shaft and out slipping through my hairs and on to Sharon’s belly. I have never felt so much sperm inside me; my vagina was heavy with the thick pool. Sharon wrapped her fingers around it and started gently shaking it inside me. I felt it turn hard again, Sheila’s breath quickened, and she gripped my shoulders as she tensed and gasped and again she filled me with another flood of hot sperm. I heard Sharon’s hand splashing in it as she shook that cock, then Sheila went limp again.

 

We lay there for a long time I had to pee again Sharon and Sheila were tenderly kissing each other and me. Sheila’s dick was still inside me I could feel it turn hard and throb inside me then I felt it turn soft again. I did not want her penis to slip out, so I just lie there and let the pee trickle out. It felt strange to pee with a penis inside me, I could only make a small trickle but it still felt strangely good. Sharon was the first one to speak.

 

“You know this is Sheila’s most favorite thing to do, surprise another woman with her second organ.” Sharon explained with a sly smile beaming.

 

“I was certainly surprised; a little panicky at first when I realized what was happening and the pain from her huge member forcing its way into me.” I murmured as I nuzzled her ear.

 

“Yes she has a huge penis, the envy for any man, but you sure opened to it.” She whispered gaily.

 

“That cock pushed life back into my half-dead pussy and then the pleasure of all that hot sperm surging into me was overwhelming.” I sighed as I felt myself getting aroused again.

 

“I am going to pull out we have to get moving, ‘okay?’” Sheila said lazily.

 

“Yea I’m ready.” I acknowledged as I braced for her withdrawal. She was so gentle as she pulled, waiting for my muscles to relax each time but still when her flared gland popped out I thought my guts were falling out with her cock.

 

“You okay?” Sheila asked as she stood with her huge penis arching well beyond her or his, her belly.

 

“Oh yes…! I am fine…!” I gasped as I eyed the huge penis with amazement. As she rustled for her pants I begged, “Please let me look at you. Please let me look at your sexes.”

 

“Sure take a good look.” Sheila replied smiling as she laid back and opened her legs and handled her cock

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My mouth gaped as I looked, to the right of her pelvic bone was a full sized penis but no scrotum, and to the left was a vagina with a small clitoris and labia, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look like I was gawking,” I said adding, “My husband would be envious for your penis, but he still wouldn’t make it feel as good as you did.” I stood to put on my panties and as I spread my legs I felt more of Sheila’s sperm spill out, it was warm as it ran down my legs. Sharon started rubbing it all over my legs and buttocks; the smell of it was titillating.

 

Sharon knelt in front of Sheila and while milking her shaft she explained, “Sheila has everything but a cervix; her testicles are next to her ovaries, the spermatic cord and fallopian tubes are entwined and empty into her urethra. So sometimes when she cums both sperm and ovum are ejaculated. She doesn’t produce the enzyme needed for the sperm to enter the ovum so she can’t get herself pregnant, but she can get you pregnant, she is very potent, and as you found out very virile.”

 

“I haven’t ovulated in months, I think my body knows not to.” I assured and asked, “Even though the surprise is done do you think we might have another threesome some time?”

 

Sheila answered, “I think we might work something out. What do you think Sharon you want a three some with Renee?”

 

“I love to but only if she promises to cut the bastard off two weeks before hand.” Sharon replied then demanding, “I want her hungry.”

 

“Well that sounds reasonable. What do you say?” Sheila asked.

 

“Consider him cut off, and as fulfilling as you two were I will be starving by the time I get home.” I replied sharply. The three of us lazily walked back to our cars they were the only cars on the street. When we got there I said, “I don’t know what your schedule is like so call me and I handed Sheila my numbers and e-mail address. They each gave me a lingering kiss and hug, and then gave me their number and e-mail addresses, and we drove off in different directions.

 

 

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His wife the patriot

 

 Chapter 3 of 5                                 9/06/05

 

Once home Ruth feels so alone that she can not sleep.  She writes a letter to Jack and ends up masturbating herself to sleep.

The next morning Ruth gets up early and goes for a run in the park trying to work some of the tension out of her daily plan.  Back at her door, the neighbor tells her how nice she looks in her little shorts and Ruth turns to stare daggers at him, telling him, “Keep it in your pants.  You’re not getting any!”  With that little exchange behind her Ruth readies for a bath and looks herself over carefully in the mirror.  With her brunette hair down, she lifts her leg up and onto the sink to see her own pussy.  Still slightly sore from a rough black fist the day before, Ruth rubs it softly. 

Sitting in the tub, Ruth shaves herself smooth, even though she does not need it and begins to think about the day ahead.  The phone rings and Ruth answers it still in the tub.  It’s Jack!  Thrilled, she tries to squeeze everything into the 5 minutes allotted but really only gets to tell him about David getting released today.  He lets her know that he has gotten a few letters and is extremely proud of her.  The call ends abruptly and she does not even get to say goodbye.

In light of his call Ruth decides to wear his favorite dress today.  Admiring herself in the mirror she pinches her nipples to get them to show, causing her to giggle.

At the VA, Roger, the orderly is not in yet and Ruth decides to check in on her new project.  Walking right up to his bed, Ruth extends her hand and quietly says, “Hi, my names Ruth.”  He looks to her and snaps “Are you trying to be funny?”  Bewildered, Ruth replies, “No, just friendly.”  He then continues, “I’m not feeling very friendly right now.  I couldn’t shake your hand no matter how bad I want to.  Some of my body is paralyzed.”  Ruth lays her hand on his and says smiling, “Then I will just shake yours.  I stopped by because it looked like you could really use a friend.”

This was the start of their friendship and Tommy opened up to tell her that he was partially paralyzed.  His limbs were dead but tingly and the doctors did not know what to do.  Ruth listened carefully and paid close attention to Tommy.  An orderly brought her a chair and she sat facing him so that he could see her.  She noticed right away that his neck worked just fine as he spotted the short dress when she sat down.  Even with her legs crossed, there was so much leg that it was hard for him not to stare.  At one point he became flustered and said, “I’m sorry I keep staring but you are just so beautiful and that dress is just right.”

Ruth smiles to him and slowly uncrosses her legs before standing up.  Walking to him she lays her hand on his chest and says, “Don’t be sorry.  All you did was show me that you are a horney young man.”  She laughs and this causes him to laugh also.  She then continues, “I came to cheer you up.  Would you like me to come back later and visit again?”  He brightly says, “Yes, please, anytime.”  They laugh as she leaves the room.

David is restless waiting to be released as Ruth tries to calm him.  Ruth dresses him and the nurse helps her to sit him up.  Once in the wheel chair they were off to the exit when David says, “I want to say goodbye to Bobby first.”  They turn in to the ward with the one arm black man and Ruth is surprised when the orderly pushes him right up to his bed.

Stunned by this Ruth misses the first of their conversation and only catches the end when David says, “My life just keeps getting better.”  As they turn to leave Bobby speaks out, “I hope you’ll come back and see me again, Ruth.”

Ruth is blushing hard as they walk down the hall towards David’s recovery. 

At home David’s arms are both still cast and useless causing Ruth to do everything for him and she doesn’t mind at all.  David is in her bed for comfort and she decides to sleep elsewhere.  He had only been in bed for about an hour before he decided to put a move on Ruth.

While she was sitting his drink down he looked to her and asks, “Will you please undress me.  I’m just not comfortable with all these clothes on.”  She helps him sit up and put his feet on the floor.  Then she proceeds to remove his pants.  Once they were off she just kept going and removed his underwear also.  Sitting on the bed side with this beauty on her knees in front of him his hard cock stood straight out pointing at her.

Still in her dress, Ruth looked up to him smiling and said, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”  Ruth made sure to lay him back onto the pillows safely before giving him the blow job of his life.  When she was finished he had fallen completely asleep.

While David was asleep Ruth used this time to make the surroundings a little easier for David to use.  He awoke several hours later to see her getting dressed.  Lying there quietly he watched as she rubbed lotion on and tried on clothes in the mirror.  “Damn, you sure are something.”  He said with a grin.  Ruth did not look to him but just replied, “Be good.  I am going back to the VA for a little bit.  Roger called and said the young paralyzed man is going into surgery and they wanted me to see him first.”  Ruth turns to David who is staring and asks, “Is this skirt short enough.  He seemed really taken with my legs.”  David almost chokes as he replies, “I can see your entire legs but unless you put a top on he will be staring at your tits.”  Ruth covers her boobs while smiling and turns back to the mirror.

At the VA, Roger meets her in the hall and explains that Tommy is going into surgery to have the bullet removed and that he will be there for about 8 hours.  Roger follows Ruth into Tommy’s room and even while groggy he smiles to her saying, “I’m glad you could make it.”  Ruth puts a finger on his lips to hush him and leans down to say, “I wore this skirt for you because I know you like my legs.  When you wake up from surgery I expect you to look at my legs, OK?”  He shakes his head yes and she continues, “I want to see you staring at my legs and horney by tomorrow.  That’s an order soldier.”  Ruth smiles to him and kisses his forehead as he barely whispers, “I like the rest too.”

His eyes are shut and Ruth gets teary eyed knowing he is off for the fight of his life.  The orderlies take Tommy away and Ruth talks to Roger in the hallway while trying to calm her tears.  Hugging Roger, Ruth says, “I hope I have given him plenty to look forward to.”  Roger puts his big arms around her and calmly replies, “You can bet that he has never wanted anything this bad.”  His big black hands slide down to her ass and he lets go nicely.

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth travels home to find David, naked with an erection, lying on top of the covers watching TV.  She smiles to him and he says, “Hi, I was just thinking about you and it really sucks not being able to touch myself.”  Ruth laughs at him and undresses in front of the TV saying, “You need to lay still and be good if you’re going to heal.”

Naked she crawls onto the bed and lays by his side with her head on his stomach and slowly jacks him off.  When he is spent she looks to him, cum runs down her face as she tells him, “You lay here and be good while I get you something to eat.”  Ruth licks a few globs of cum off of him and sucks the end of his cock clean before walking out of the room.

Ruth feeds him dinner and is very playful, making a mess of him.  When he asks, “Aren’t you going to eat?”  She giggles and responds touching her stomach, “You just fed me dinner, in fact I have been getting a lot of protein lately.  I think I still have some in my hair.”  They both laugh as she cleans up. 

After a nice shower Ruth dresses in a short loose yellow skirt with a mostly shear blouse and revels in compliments from David before heading back to the VA.  This time of night the hospital is mostly dead but she is somewhat surprised that Roger is waiting for her in the parking garage.

He walks up to her car and looks down at her lap while opening her door.  “Are you just standing out here hoping I would show up?”  Ruth says while looking up at him and turning putting her feet on the ground.  With out looking down Ruth knows that he should be able to see everything and smiles brightly at him.  Roger glances down to her pussy then back to her tits and up to her eyes saying, “I called your house and David said you were on your way and dressed to kill.  It was pretty funny, he pressed the speaker button with his nose to answer.” 

Slowly Ruth got out of the car and gave Roger a hug, asking about Tommy.  Roger had not heard anything at all but said he would let her know.  Opening the door into the stairwell, Roger let her go in first, insuring that he would be behind her going up the stairs.  After a few stairs Ruth turned to Roger and asks, “I have to ask.  Why is such a big man working as an orderly and not a football player?”

Six stairs behind her, with a perfect view Roger looks up from her pussy to answer, “I just really like helping these guys.  I just feel like it’s my calling.”  Smiling Ruth continues up the stairs quietly until she reaches the door to the proper floor.  Turning to Roger who is opening the door for her she says nicely, “I think what you’re doing is wonderful and patriotic.”  Blushing he says, “Same to you.”

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth uses the bathroom to brush her teeth before continuing and smiles to Roger in the hall.  Even sitting, Roger is a big man she thinks to herself.  Walking to his station, she sees that he is alone and just watching her.  She walks around behind him and rubs his massive shoulders and says, “You seem tense.”  He moans and replies, “That feels good.”  Playfully Ruth tells him while still rubbing, “Anytime you feel tense and need my help you just let me know.”

Standing behind him, she feels small as she continues her massage quietly.  Roger lets this go for a while until another orderly walks in and jokingly ask if he could get in line for a massage.  Ruth smiles at the men and slowly runs her hand across Rogers back as she walks to another ward. 

The young man with no legs is still awake and Ruth sits on his bedside and listens to him as he tells her about when he played football in high school.  It is obvious to her that this depresses him and she moves closer allowing him to see her breasts in the low light and says, “Your life will go on.  You are a very smart and gifted young man.  I still remember the night you touched me and gave me several orgasms.  I also remember you filling my mouth with cum.”  The young man sits there grinning now as she continues, “Until a woman snatches you up, you can call me anytime and I’ll gladly spend time with you.”

Rhonda is holding the young mans hand and lets go to kiss his cheek.  His hand finds her bare bottom as she brushes a nipple across his face causing him to lick it.  Lustfully he whispers, “I want to fuck you.”  Ruth mashes her nipple into his mouth letting him suck through her blouse while she whispers back, “I just want to make sure that fucking won’t hurt you in anyway.  When I know for sure, look out!”  Ruth opens her blouse and lets him play with her tits for as long as he wants before kissing her way down and relaxing him to sleep.

Outside the door, Roger waits to escort her to her car.  Stopping at the desk he picks up his keys and she sees one of her pictures in the open drawer.  Ruth touches his back and ask, “Why did you laminate my picture?”  Ruth opens the drawer and removes the picture and an envelope with the others and says, “Is it so that they do not get sticky or stained?”  Laughing openly Ruth looks at the laminated picture to see it is of her on her back with her knees pulled open.

Roger walks away from the desk smiling and says, “Yea, that’s my favorite.”  Sitting down in his chair, Ruth looks at the other pictures causing Roger to return slowly.  Holding the pictures up, she leans back in the chair spreading her legs for Roger.  After looking at the pictures for a while, she lowers the pictures smiling to find Roger and 2 other orderlies standing there quietly.  She stands quickly, putting her pictures down and grabs Rogers hand to lead her out.

At the car Ruth hugs Roger saying, “If looking at my pictures gets too messy, call me.”  She sits down into the car letting her skirt flip up and looks up to this monster black man saying, “You do know that I am flirting with you?”  Smiling brightly she continues, “If you want, call and tell me what would be your favorite picture and I will make one just for you.”  Speechless, Roger stares at her and has to shift himself slightly.  Ruth closes her door and rolls the window down still smiling at Roger and says, “Think about it and call me.”

Ruth reaches out, she lightly touches the bulge in his pants before she pulls away.

The next morning, Ruth takes off for her morning run and returns to find David awake and walking around.  He looks strange with both arms cast and she watches as he uses his face to do simple things. 

Ruth strips naked, causing David to become erect and he watches as she showers.  When she finishes she runs him a bath and helps him to sit down.  While she washes him, he asks her about the other soldiers and she tells him about everybody.

The phone rings and Roger is calling to say that Tommy is out of danger and will be awake later in the day.  Ruth is surprised when he then says, “A baseball bat.  I want to see you taking a bat.”  Laughing she replies, “OK, I’ll see what I can do.”

Finishing David’s bath, Ruth begins to towel him dry while telling him about the phone call.  David’s cock is standing straight out, pointing at her as she talks.  Slowing she dries his crotch and is holding his cock when she leads him gently to the bedroom.  He is surprised when she does not get on the bed but instead gets the camera and tripod.  David is naked and watching as she sets it up and leaves the room.  He hears her in the bathroom and she returns wiping a wooden baseball bat.  Dumbfounded, David watches as she turns the camera on and begins to explain the photo shoot. 

Ruth lays on the bed on her back and begins to massage herself, pouring generous amounts of baby oil onto her crotch.  The camera clicks every 30 seconds as the beautiful older woman looks into the lens.  When she is ready the bat finds her wet pussy and begins to push inside.  Slowly and in long strokes the big end of the bat keeps going deeper until she screams in pleasure.  With both hands now she begins to fuck herself crudely with the bat until screaming in orgasm.  Now laying on her back for the camera, the bat is shoved in as far as it will go as she holds it with both hands for several pictures.

Poor David still stands there silent as the bat is slowly removed and Ruth flips over on her stomach and slides to the end of the bed with her hand between her legs.  David moves in slowly and carefully fucks her still gaping pussy until he finishes quickly.

While David rest, the photos are printed and Ruth selects a few to laminate.  Copies are made of all and they are sent to Jack with today’s letter. 

That evening Ruth answers a call from Roger telling her that Tommy was awake and asking for her.  Ruth chooses a short dress with a loose open front and heads to the VA to see Tommy.  Roger is pleased to see her when she walks into the hall and says, “Wow, you look great.”  Ruth turns for him and says, “I knew you would like this, but I hope Tommy will.”

Ruth pinches her nipples and then touches Roger as she walks past and into Tommy’s ward.  Tommy is awake and turns his head to see Ruth, looking her up and down slowly.  She walks up to him and places her hand on him causing him to smile.  Leaning close Ruth whispers, “I wore this just for you.  I hope you like it.”  She backs up and turns slowly for him with her stiff nipples poking outward.

Speaking softly he says, “You look great and I’m happy to see you.”  Ruth puts her hands on her hips with her legs parted, showing off those long legs before sitting on his bedside.  She listens to him as he talks to her and glances at her chest.  As his reason to live, she paid close and careful attention knowing that this young hero has earned at least this much respect and honor.

Dedicated to a drop dead gorgeous woman whom which I can only dream of having as my own.

The Story Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To be continued...