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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Jonathan”

My heart jumps as she says my name I love how she says it. When I don’t reply she asks again.

“I have to have you Molly”

“What!?!”

“I have to have you, I can’t take it anymore, you are too beautiful.”

“If you try to do anything I will scream.”

“Tell me when was the last time you had sex?”

“What I’m not going to tell you that, leave me…”

She notices the bulge in my pants and she looks up at me and I see it in her eyes, she is going to scream. I work fast and lock her in a french kiss as she opens her mouth to scream. I rub her back and start to fondle her right tit. She begins to melt into my embrace and I start to relax my hold on her, I don’t want this to be a rape. She raises her hand and rubs the side of my face as I retreat letting her catch her breath. As she recovers I push the papers to the floor and set her lightly on the table. I put my hand under her shirt and slide my hands up her back as I kiss her once again. She is returning my kiss now as I find her bra strap; she pushes into me as I unclasp her bra. She starts removing her shirt allowing me access to her breasts. I take one into my mouth and I suckle upon it like a babe. I squeeze her other tit massaging the flesh with my hand. Holding her face tenderly in one hand I remove my shirt and she runs a hand down my chest. I run my hands down her sides sliding her pants down along with them removing them from her body. I look at her as she sits there in just her panties, I kiss her once again pushing her back to lie on the table; as I run my hand down her stomach to rest on her panty covered mound I run my finger up and down her valley feeling that it is very wet. I rub her with my hand. She closes her eyes and moans in pleasure as I continue my ministrations. I finally grab the hem of her panties and slide them off her beautiful legs kissing as I slide them off of her. I slide my tongue up the inside of her right leg leaving a thin trail of spit up her leg. I stop at her honey pot wanting to savor the moment looking at her cunt. I finally dive in sucking and nibbling her vulva, sucking really hard on her clit causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. I slide my tongue into her tunnel sliding a hand up her body fondling a tit in my fingers. She is flowing freely now my lips are covered in her juices, I lift my face and go up and french kiss her allowing her to taste herself on me. She licks all the juices off my face slowly and I slip my tongue into her mouth. I slide my hand down and slip two fingers into her cunt, and start to thrust them in and out. By now my cock has grown to its full length and is beginning to demand attention. I get up and her view lands on my cock as it sits there throbbing. She gets up and gets on her knees and takes it into her mouth. She goes to the base and back up licking and sucking on it. When she gets to the tip she nibbles on it lightly and I moan in pleasure. She begins to bob her head rapidly creating a vacuum around my cock causing me to moan in pleasure. I can’t hold on for long having this beauty sucking my cock and I start to reach my climax she starts to massage my balls and I try to hold on but to no avail I grab her head and push my cock into her mouth causing her to gag slightly and release my load into her mouth. A little dribbles out of the corner of her mouth and she uses her finger to scoop it up and put it into her hungry mouth. She stands up in front of me; I let my eyes roam her body all the way from her beautiful hair all the way to her small feet. I hold her in my arms and kiss her tasting her and me on her soft lips I grab both of her ass cheeks and lift her onto the table again. I then aim my cock at her hole and slowly slide her down on to my cock. I feel a piece of hard muscle once I get my cock all the way in. She wraps her legs around my hips as I bounce her on my cock. When I feel a little tired I set her on the table and start to thrust into her, picking up as much speed as I can. She moans as I fill her again and again. I slowly pull out and tell her to lie on the table with her feet on the floor and enter her yet again, this time sliding my finger into her ass, she starts moaning louder and I feel her pussy start to spasm as I continue to pump in her I can’t take it anymore and lose my load into her pussy. I collapse on top of her in exhaustion and slowly soften. I get off of her and allow her to get up she sits up and rubs the side of my face gently.

“You know this doesn’t change your grade, right?”

“Ah man” I smile at her “I know I wasn’t expecting it too, but can’t blame a guy for trying right?”

“No I guess you are right,” she laughs that beautiful laugh.

 

So please read and send me suggestions on how I can make it better thnx

Anyway, I woke up early the next day and despite the sex I had the night before, I was even hornier the next morning. It was still dark outside when I woke so I just flipped by bedside lamp on and headed to the bathroom to do my thing and have a shower. I lathered up real good and started running my hands over my plump ass cheeks and this made me even more aroused as I sprouted a big hard on. I worked on my cock a bit and then bent over and slid a finger up inside myself. This just made me want more so I took a tube of lube and got myself real open and feeling really sexy. I didn’t want to make myself cum so I forced myself to stop and get out of the shower and dry off. I walked naked from the bathroom to the bedroom still raging hard. The first thing I noticed as I entered the bedroom was movement outside of my window between trees and a stand of bushy ferns. (I was always aware of him peeping but never let him know that I knew he was, as I didn’t want to scare him away) I thought to myself, “dam I hope that is Mike out there.” It was.

I decided to let Mike see me in all my glory – hard on and all in hopes he would finally come and talk to me or at least make a move on me because I was absolutely desperate to have sex with someone again. I would have done anything for him at that moment. I turned a bit sideways to show him my best ‘asset’ in profile in hopes that now, since he’d seen me having sex with a man – sucking and then getting fucked by another man, there would be no longer any doubt in his mind that he could have me too if he wished. I was hoping that this was his wish.

I slowly slipped my robe on and headed out to the living room. I knew that from that position Mike could and had before, find a vantage point where he could see me wherever I went except the bath and bedroom. I was now hoping he would get up the nerve to approach me and talk to me. I opened the big sliding door and stepped out on the patio to try to further encourage contact. I could and did at times walk out on the patio stark naked as you couldn’t see on to it from the road above. I couldn’t see Mike but sensed he was back about 30 feet and to my left behind a stand of bush.

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I did a big ‘morning’ stretch and my robe fell open. I just let it happen. I even let it fall from my shoulders and gather around my feet. I knew at that time he was viewing me totally naked and waiting – I couldn’t make a more deliberate invitation. I was soooo horny and wanted a man any man but by now I really wanted Mike.

It wasn’t long. Mike came up to me – I could hear him approaching and turned to him as he walked up to me. I did quickly gather up my robe in a kind of mock modesty and cover myself. My heart was beating big time now. As Mike approached me I just stood and watched him come up to me.

When men get horny, I’ve discovered all pretenses and couth goes right out the window. They get horny and very aggressive. From a shy, reserved Mike, I soon met a very aggressive Mike. He did take the time to talk to me some, but Mike by this time was very worked up. The conversation went as follows as best I can remember:

Mike – “I seen you last night – I watched you having sex with another man.”

Me – “What do you think you seen?”

Mike – “I saw you and your friend.”

Me – “Oh and what did you see?”

Mike – “You were right in the window – maybe someone else seen you too.”

Me – “Well uh okay … why don’t you come in and we’ll talk, have coffee.”

As I turned to walk back into the house Mike was right behind me. I stopped in the door way and he came up and put his arms around my waist and guided me towards the living room couch. The living room is set up in an “L” shape so I was up against the back of the couch with Mike now pushing himself up against my plump ass. He had his hands all over me now and said he wasn’t interested in coffee. It was pretty obvious now what he wanted but I still tried to play it coy with him. But I was so horny now I did a poor job of it. I turned to face him and he pulled my robe away from me and threw it down. I’m now stark naked and the next thing I knew Mike’s mouth was on mine and he pushed his tongue in and now I’m sucking tongue and getting felt up all over – especially my plump ass. He was working a finger in me and I instinctively spread my legs a little more for him. As he was fingering me he started sucking my left tit and he knew he had me for whatever he desired now. He said, “I want some of the same as I seen last night.” He was now working a second finger up in me and I was spreading myself wider for him and glad I lubed up before. I reached down and worked his belt undone and got his pants open and reached in and wrapped my hand around a very nice hard 5 ½ - 6” fat cut cock. He put his hands on my shoulders and I sunk to my knees and opened wide. I wrapped my lips around his fat cock and sucked him in. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and paid special attention to the head and was being rewarded with a good supply of precum. I knew he was close to cuming when he pushed me off him and pulled me back standing before him.

He repeated what he wanted – he wanted to fuck me. We were both going to get what we wanted. Sex starved Mike was going to get to fuck me and I was going to get to be a slut for him because I was sure it wouldn’t be a one time thing.

I asked him where he wanted me. He said right here over the couch. I turned around and Mike pushed his cock up to my man pussy and started working himself into me. He slid in easy. I was surprised how gentle he was as I was expecting to be hammered hard. After about 4 or 5 strokes he put a hand on each of hips and started to pick up the pace with a steady rhythm and I began to push back to meet him with each thrust. I don’t know how long it took but I’d say about 10 minutes of steady fucking and I could now even feel my ass muscles milking his cock he started to swell up more and I knew he was going to cum. He shoved himself all the way in and held it there as his cock started pulsating and shooting wads of his cum in way up into me. I tightened myself even more to milk every drop out of him before he collapsed on me and stayed there breathing hard for about 2 or 3 minutes before he softened and pulled out. God he felt good in me and I missed him already.

Mike visits me often now. Sometimes I wake up in the morning with him sliding into bed with me. Mike has a widow friend who he brings with him now and again but also sneaks over by himself when he can. Sometimes I suck for them and sometimes I fuck for them and often I do both. I like being a fuck toy for old men. I’m a slut.

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Ready to go I walked through the house, grabbing a sun wrap as I went and headed for the pool. The slate was hot under the skin of my feet. The girls were at the far end o the pool and waved at me and said hello as I climbed onto the board and dived into the water. It was a bit cooler than I normally like it, but the feeling of swimming again after the winter overcame that immediately. I did a couple of laps before I swam to the girls end and pulled my self up the ladder near them. The both looked at me at the same time and giggled. “What are you two giggling about?” I asked happily.

“Nothing really mom, it’s just you can see you nipples really good when that suit is wet, and especially when they’re real hard and stiff like yours are now.” I looked down at my breasts and sure enough, you could see my nipples as plain as day. Luckily I tended not to wear swimsuits in public very often, and when I did I typically was not swimming. For some reason both of the girls thought this was really funny. I did have a close look at them now and couldn’t believe what they had on.

“What on earth are you two wearing?” I asked looking at the two skimpiest bikinis I had ever seen either of them wear, or any one else for that matter. They continued their giggling while at the same time trying to act like they didn’t know what I was talking about. They did look pretty hot from where I was standing, and I wanted to see more. “Okay, both of you stand up and show me just exactly what you have on.” I said this very sternly but both of them knew they were putting on a show for me.

Both of the girls have beautiful bodies, with well formed tits, thin waists and womanly hips. Rose was a bit more developed in the breast department, probably into a D cup by now, although Carols were larger than most sixteen year olds. Carol’s top was a fine white knit that showed her dark nipples poking through the material. The bottoms were a standard bikini type, and I guessed that under closer inspection I would be able to see her clit poking through just like her nipples.  Rose’s was a solid stretchy type of fabric, what there was of it. The bra cups were barely larger than postage stamps, and the dark brown of her aureole was clearly visible, probably about one third of them exposed. Her bottoms were a thong type and from the front the two halves of her young cunt were emphasized by the shining material pulled tight across it. I asked them to turn around and wasn’t surprised in the least by what I saw. Carol’s ass was somewhat covered by a small triangle piece of the knit material, although the top part of her ass crack was showing. My own daughter however had her ass cheeks fully exposed, and I could hardly detect the thin piece of material that held everything in place. I could feel my cunt start to tingle as I inspected the two young women. Deep inside I knew exactly where this was going to start heading, and although I knew I should keep my sexual activities with my daughter between the two of us, I suspected that Rose had already informed Carol on everything that had happened this morning.

“Do you think the boys at the beach will like these?” Rose said teasing me.

“They’d trip over themselves if they ever saw you two in those. You will only wear them around our pool, nowhere else, is that clear? They are hot though, where did you buy them?” We sat down a chatted for awhile and it soon became clear to me that Rose had told her best friend of our activities that morning, although the subject didn’t really come up directly.

I’d laid in the sun about as long as I thought was safe without some block on, so I got up to go in. “If you two are planning to stay out here much longer than I would suggest that you cover yourselves up or put some sun block on. I’m going to go have a shower. The two of them stood up also and said they had had enough for now. They followed me into the house, still giggling about something that I had obviously missed. I turned into my bedroom and they kept going down to Rose’s.

“Mom, come see us when you’re done, I have something I want to show you.” I said okay and didn’t think a lot about it and went in and peeled my suit off and jumped into the shower. I took the opportunity to shave my legs and my pussy which made me think of Rose and our morning lovemaking. As I rinsed off the lather I rubbed my pussy mound, running my middle finger along my clit, bringing myself to a quick orgasm. I loved these little mini-orgasms I provided myself on a regular basis. I had learned years ago how to quickly bring myself off, and although it may not have been the most intense orgasm, it made me feel good.

I dried myself off and threw on a pair of shorts and a halter top and walked down the hall to my daughter’s bedroom. The door was open a crack and as I knocked it swung open enough to see the bed. I guess I wasn’t surprised to find my daughter and her best friend naked and holding each other, their young firm breasts squashed between them. “Oh, I’m sorry girls, I should have been more careful.” I said, not really knowing what to do. Rose broke away from Carol and sat up on the bed.

“It’s okay mom, we wanted you to see us. I know you told me not to tell anyone about this morning, but Carol is my best friend, and we have been making out a long time. The thing is though, is I had the most intense orgasm of my life this morning and I want to share that with Carol.” She moved off the bed and slowly walked over towards me while she talked. She was right beside me when she finished and started pulling me towards the bed. “Come on mom, I want to show you something really neat about Carol.”

I didn’t even try to resist. I went with her to the edge of the bed and looked down at Carol. “Go on Carol, show my mom, I know she’s going to love it.” Rose urged her friend. I could tell Carol was a little shy, but she really didn’t need a lot of encouragement. She was lying on the bed directly in front of me and slowly opened her legs. I should not have stared but could not help it. This girl had a clit the size of my hard nipple, and it was encased in the most beautiful pussy lips I had ever seen. Her cunt was literally a work of art, even down to the little tuft of blond hair the sat right at the top of her pussy. “Doesn’t it just want to make you want to lick and suck it?” Rose said while rubbing her body up against mine.

I had to agree with her, even though I had licked a few pussy’s in my day, this one was exquisite, inviting and totally sexual. I was almost frozen on the spot as Carol reached down and used her fingers to pull the soft puffy lips apart, which made her clit look even bigger than before. Rose had undone all the buttons on my blouse and was caressing my nipples through my bra as she whispered in my ear about how sweet Carol tasted. “She loves getting her clit licked, and it grows even more when you do.” For a fleeting second I thought that this was going too far, and making love to my daughter this morning was more then enough, and I should put a stop to this. However my own pussy was telling a different story. As Carol continued stimulating herself, I could feel the juices in my own cunt start to flow, and Rose running her fingers under the waistband of my shorts didn’t help.

“Come on Mrs. Allan, I would love you to have a taste,” Carol said holding out her hand reaching for mine. I couldn’t resist and as I started towards her I felt my blouse slip from my shoulders as Rose eased it off. I crawled up between her legs as I bent to get a close look. Her scent was intoxicating as I approached her pussy. I reached out my tongue and touched her clit ever so lightly. She shuddered at the touch, hyper responsive was one way to put it. I pulled my head back a few inches so I could have another look. I pushed two of my fingers between the folds of her lips, running them along either side of her oversized button. I pinched them together grabbing her sex organ and brought my tongue to it again, licking it harder this time, getting it good and wet with my saliva.

I released the grip I had on it and wrapped my lips around it and sucked it gently, feeling it with my tongue and experiencing the electricity emanating from her body. I settled in, and started sucking with a regular rhythm, and moving my fingers to the opening of her vagina. Her juices were running good as I slipped them inside her tight virgin pussy. As all this was going on my sweet daughter Rose had slipped my shorts and panties off, unfastened my bra, and was now running her hand between the back of my legs, rubbing my pussy and clit, them pulling her wet fingers back and pressing them into my butt hole and up my entire ass crack.

“See, I told you she could lick pussy real good Carol, she’s only been at it a few minutes and you look like you’re about to cream her face already.” Rose was right, Carol’s clit had swollen even more and her juices were flowing like a river, I kept up the fierce tongue and mouth-work as I felt her orgasm approach. She suddenly wrapped her creamy thighs around my head and raised her hips off the bed driving her clit hard into my mouth. I continued sucking as I felt her vagina tighten around my finger and a surge of juice seep from deep inside of her. I slowed the pace as her orgasm faded, and as much as I wanted to keep suckling her clit, I finally pulled away and looked up at her face and it’s look of fulfillment.

“Mmmmm, that was wonderful Mrs. Allan, I’ve never come so hard, and so fast before.” I smiled at her and moved my body up and pressed my now naked tits against hers, and kissed her on the mouth, our tongues lightly dancing with each other.

:”Hey, what about me,” Rose exclaimed as she joined us and all three of us played swords with our tongues until we all fell back on the bed laughing.

“Mrs. Allan, Rose told me about what happened this morning,” she started to say. “I’m sorry Mrs. Allan, but I just need to talk to ask someone about this, and without a mom around I just need someone besides my dad. Anyway, Rose told you how we’ve been making out for awhile, and we really both like it a lot. I love the feel of her body against mine, and when we have orgasms it’s just great. We’ve talked a lot about whether we are lesbians or not, but I don’t think we are becasue I want to get fucked real bad. I’ve never had anything in my pussy bigger that a couple of Rose’s fingers, and I get that itch deep inside sometimes. The thing is, neither of us want to associate with the boys at school, they’re so immature.”

She paused for a second so I decided to speak. “Well I don’t think you should just go out and get laid by some older guy if that’s what you’re suggesting. You both know the dangers associated with unplanned and unprotected sex, not even to speak of the pregnancy angle. I know how you feel though, I grave sex with a man sometimes also, and it’s not easy getting laid with a teenager in the house.” I added the last part jokingly to hopefully get them to relax.

“Don’t be an idiot mom, neither one of us is going to have sex with some guy that just comes along. And you don’t have to worry about any unwanted pregnancies because we both have been on the pill since we turned 16.” Rose retorted quickly. She explained that they went to a clinic in the city so know one would know who might possibly know them or their parents.

“Listen if you girls want I have some accessories in my bedroom that you can use. They’re not the same as the real thing, but they can definitely fill you up and enhance you experience.” I added. They both giggled at first but Rose was quickly on her feet trotting off to my room, urging us to join her. Both Rose and I got up and walked down the hallway together. She snuggled close to me and whispered that I was like a mother to her, which really made me feel quite good.

When we got to my room I open my dresser drawer and took out a bag that held several sex toys. I had a couple of vibrators, a large lifelike dildo, that was a bit oversized but not too big, a string of beads that could be used either vaginally or anally, and a pair of nipple clips that had been given to me by my ex-husband. The girls were giggling again as I dumped these things out on the bed and they started picking them up and feeling them. Rose was holding the large dildo with her hand wrapped around it like she was going to jack it off. “This is certainly a lot bigger than Billy Walker’s dick,” she said before remembering I was there. “Oh mom, sorry, I was making out with Billy last year and I ended up jacking him off, it was not big deal, and I certainly wasn’t going to let him fuck me.” The two girls just laughed at that and kept on inspecting the toys.

“I think my dad’s cock is about that big,” Carol said in a very matter of fact tone. Both Rose and I just stared at her, not really understanding what she was saying. “I walked into the bathroom by mistake one time and he was just getting out of the shower. His wasn’t as firm as this but it sure looked like it was just as long. I only saw it for a minute so maybe I just think it was bigger.”

“Can you show us how to use this stuff mom?” Rose asked, “They all look like a lot of fun.”

“Well I don’t think you need a lot of instruction, everything is pretty self explanatory. You should take it easy at first though, like don’t go jamming that big fake cock into your tight little pussy, start out with sometime small and work yourself up. Don’t forget about breaking your hymen either. If you haven’t lost it already, which can happen, then you’re going to have some pain if you go that far, just be prepared and it won’t be that big of a deal. By the way Carol, when is your dad coming to pick you up? I’m going to go and get something on for dinner; do you think he will want to join us?”

“I think he said about six-thirty, depending on the job finishing on time. I don’t know if he’ll want to stay or not, but I sure want to, she said eyeballing the toys.”

“Okay, I’m going to get dressed then and go start cooking. You two can do whatever you want but there is still some daylight hours so you could go for some more sun if you want.” I half expected them to just grab the toys and go try them out but to my surprise they decided to go catch a few more rays. I got the feeling though that they had their own agenda and somehow I was playing right into their plans. I got my clothes gathered up and dressed again, and went down to the kitchen to get things started.

End of Part 2.

 

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