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The New Garage Development
Story Code: M+/f, M/F, Father/daughter, Voyeurism, Exhibitionisam, Public, N/C, incest, Dogging
In our village the roads are very narrow and the local council decided that they needed to prevent on road parking through the centre of the village when the new quarry started working on removing the overburden. There was only about a thousand lorry loads of earth that needed to be removed from the site before they started to work on the stone but as it took all day for just ten lorries full of top soil and clay to squeeze past ten parked cars they realised that something had to be done.
At the side of my parent's house there was a field access track, because of the under lying stone the field at the back of our house was unsuitable for anything other than a paddock so as I was growing up there had been two horses running free that I could watch from my bedroom window. The farmer had been renting the field out for around six hundred pounds a year, suddenly he could see the potential for making more profit out of the horseless carriage rather than the horse.
Being a typical land owner, he thought that the town and county planning act didn't apply to him, the first we know that things were about to change was when I got home from school one day and noticed the gate was missing from across the end of the track. I looked along what had been a very muddy and partly grassed entrance to the field to see a newly laid millstone waste driveway.
Curiosity got the better of me and I ran up to my bedroom, there was a mountain of gravel and waste in the centre of the field where I usually watched the two horses frolicking together. When my father got home he was incensed, the first thing was the council notice that the road outside our house was to be made a no parking zone, not just during the day time but twenty-four seven. The penny dropped that the quarry wasn't intending to limit their working to just the daytime but if they needed parking restrictions all day and all night too then they were intending to run lorries day and night.
Over the next three days I watched as the huge mountain of aggregates was spread out over the field. My father had been rattling bars and banging on tables for three days, he had taken the time off work he was so determined to have the parking ban rescinded. The police had put out cones warning people not to park and they had put tickets on cars that hadn't been moved.
We all had front gardens and could all have easily put our own driveways in to get our cars off the road but each of the seventy houses effected would have had to apply for planning permission, not cheap at the best of times, they would have all had to pay the council to drop the curbs too, the total cost could have been over fifteen hundred pounds per household and that was if the council didn't insist on a traffic flow survey as well to prove the safety of cars leaving and emerging out onto the narrow lane with the increased traffic flow that we expected.
My mother's approach was slightly different, she organised the mother's and toddlers group to form a road crossing snake, every time a lorry approached, the mothers with their children would start to cross the road, it was only a minor irritation on the first day but the radio reporter came along and interviewed people and on the second day a bus load of 'tree huggers' arrived and people turned up all day. Ten times the number of people who actually lived in the village would cross and re-cross the road in front of every lorry. The problem that the few parked cars had caused to the quarry company paled into insignificance and they rethought their options.
Eventually, the overburden was dumped in a small valley, levelled and then graded to provide a direct access to the quarry and all thoughts of a no parking zone disappeared. The point of my story, sorry, I was getting carried away, my best friend David always tells me that I ramble on, sorry, I'm doing it again aren't I?
The farmer had ruined his field totally, no one would need to pay him for parking spaces or garages on his three acre field and as he had already spent a fortune on the gravel and the labour and machinery to flatten the field and spread a three inch bed of gravel meant that he couldn't even afford to replace the gate that he had taken away.
News soon got out, people from the city, well, men from the city, started to turn up during the day, drive along the side of our house and park up in the field. I often saw men on Saturdays park their cars and wander off into the small spinney at the far end of the old paddock. I could only guess what they wanted to do in the wood but I heard my father say to my mother one day that they weren't interested in bird watching.
Six months later things took a turn, some would say for the worse but I'm not so sure on my point of view there. I was in my bedroom, it was dark outside and I was sitting under my window, trying to fathom out what 'X' equalled, I had been sure the week before that 'X' equalled ten but this week, I wasn't so sure! How the hell can 'X' equal one thing one week and another thing the next? Adults made no sense at all and school teachers made even less, sorry, rambling again.
The side of my house was lit up, a car was pulling in off the road and was driving along the track, it was totally dark so this man was definitely not interested in bird watching. He stopped at the far end of the field and just pulled up and turned his lights off. I stopped wrestling with Algebra and looked at the car, the man just sat there; I only knew he was still there because he was smoking and I could see the red glow as he sucked air through the cigarette.
Ten minutes later another car pulled in, it drove past the first car, the headlights illuminating the man, sitting on his own, the thought had crossed my mind that there may have been two in the first car 'talking' to each other. I watched as a third and a fourth car pulled in, they were all parked in a line and I could see that they had opened their side windows and were all talking to each other in the dark. A sixth car pulled in, this one parked in the centre of the old paddock.
Nothing moved for fifteen minutes then the last car put its internal light on, I could see two people in the car, they were kissing and I could clearly see that the driver had his hand inside the passenger's shirt, change that to blouse, a button was opened and I saw breasts. Then my view disappeared, I could see the shape of a man blocking out the light. The cars were parked there for about thirty minutes and suddenly the light inside the fifth car went out and all five cars were gone in sixty seconds to use a film quote.
I knew what was going on was sexual, at the time I didn't know that it had a name and that it was well organised. I started to do my homework earlier in the evening; I even took to taking a nap from seven o'clock to around ten o'clock so that I could watch! I didn't need to set a clock, just turn my lights off and leave my curtains open, the first car to turn up would illuminate my room and if I had left my window open I would hear the convoy of cars as they turned up and that would wake me up.
I watched the going's on for eight weeks and it happened every night. I wanted to see more but if I had tried to sneak out to get a better look my parents would have wanted to know what I was up too. It was a Friday night; my parents had an 'event' to go to in London and had told me to make sure that all the doors and windows were locked as they wouldn't be home until very late, "How late?" "Not past two o'clock!" They were expecting the function to end at midnight and it would take around two hours to get home as my father wouldn't be driving home as he was planning to have a drink.
It flashed through my mind that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to actually go out and get a closer look at what was going on. I had my bath and changed for bed before the taxi picked my parents up, just to show a little normality and not raise any of their suspicions. I took my nap early, my plan was to wake up when the first car arrived, dress quickly and go to the end of my garden, then wait until the last car arrived, the car that parked in the centre of the old paddock and then slip over the fence and make my way, as close to the car as possible and as silently as possible, well, that was the plan, anyway!
I knew that there had been a lot of talk from the people on my side of the road, most of the adults slept at the front of the houses and it had surprised me that they knew what was going on at the back of their houses and I had no idea that complaints had been made to the police about it. I didn't even realise that it was illegal what was going on, no one ever mentioned it to us kids in any case.
What I also didn't know was that one of my neighbours had more to do with the late night visitors than he would ever have admitted to any of the other adults. So, ramble over and back to the story, the plan! Huge failure, the visitors chose that night to change their modus operandi, the single men had parked on the roads around the village and had made their way on foot into the spinney at the back of the old paddock. The car with the couple in it had turned its lights off before turning into the track and had driven very slowly along it, the up-shot was that I was still sleeping well after the 'action' had started.
I woke to hear the sound of at least three cars entering the track, I jumped out of bed, cars had never turned up together before, suddenly the gardens and the old paddock were illuminated by blue flashing lights, they picked out eight men around the one parked car, one of the men had his belly pressed against the car's roof and I could see the woman in the car had her head pressed against his lower abdomen through the open window.
I couldn't see any more than that as the man had his back towards me but I guessed that he was getting what the girls at school called a blow-job through the open window. I could hear the police officers that were now jumping out of the three police car shouting to the men to stay where they were, there was also the sound of an approaching helicopter, I saw two men leap over my fence and land in my back garden, they would have been missed by the police officers in the paddock and on the track but once the helicopter got past the houses it would spot them on its thermal imaging camera.
I wasn't dressed, just a nighty with nothing under it, I didn't even stop to put on my dressing gown, I flew down the stairs through the house and to the back door, as my hand reached for the key I saw the handle turn, the men were obviously looking for somewhere to hide from the helicopter. I snapped the key round as quickly as I could and the door burst open just as the helicopter passed over our rooftop.
I was thrown against the kitchen table by the force of the door opening, the two men ran in and slammed the door behind them, turning the key to lock the door and keep anyone following them out. There was a whispered "Thank you!" and then a pause, the helicopter turned it's starlight unit on as it hovered over the parked car, the backwash of light illuminated the kitchen momentarily before one of the men pulled the blind down.
The man who had locked the back door said in a heavy Scottish accent, "Hey, it's just a young lass!" I felt the man who had just spoken step away from me slightly, the man closing the blind down turned, I more felt him turn than saw him do so, the bright flash of light from the helicopter had closed my pupil down and with the blind closed there wasn't enough ambient light for me to see anything at all in that condition.
I felt a hand reach out for my shoulder, fingers closed on my nighty close to the open neck, tighten, finger nails scratching the flesh of my collar bone and then pulling me from the table and towards the man at the window. His other hand searched out my breast, he touched my left breast through my nighty, then he grabbed a hold of it tightly, still through the gossamer thin material.
"You started your periods yet girl?" I nodded my head, it was strange, the house was surrounded by police, it was obvious that what the people in the paddock were committing a crime that the police thought was serious enough to warrant half of the late shift for the county to turn out to make the arrests but I wasn't at all frightened, it was very possibly to do with the fact that I had planned to go out and stand beside these men so I had convinced myself that they were no real danger!
"Well, was that a yes or a no?" "Yes, yes I have!" I was just beginning to feel in danger but my voice was clear and steady, there was no hint of stress at all in my answer. "See, she's old enough to bleed so she's bleeding old enough!"
I was pushed away slightly and then yanked back, the stress on the front of my nighty rent it asunder, from the neck to within an inch of the hem. I was pushed through and into the living room, "Who's in the house?" "No one, I'm on my own!"
Even though the front of my nighty had just been torn open I still wasn't worried or frightened, my voice was still clear of stress. The man in the kitchen said, "We need to go upstairs!" there was a knocking on the back door and the beam of a torch at the side of the window blind at the kitchen window and the sounds of men in the front garden, the three of us ran past the living room window just as the torch shone through, narrowly missing my almost naked body as I was dragged past it.
The man held me as his friend checked the three bedrooms, "All clear up here!" The front door was knocked and the bell sounded I heard, "Well, do we break the window and go in anyway?" The three of us froze, then another voice, "They are out, they have a 'do' on in London, I've got a key, I can let you in if you really need to go in!" "Do they usually lock up when they go out?" "Fastidious, they always set the alarm too, bloody thing can wake the dead when they forget to cancel it soon enough when they get back!"
As the men at the front door mumbled together for a few moments the last inch of the front of my nighty was torn open, pity, I really loved that nighty, it felt so soft against my skin and when I wore it, the effect it had on my father made me feel very 'grown up'. "Hey, what's the deal with this room?" The man with the Scottish accent asked. "That's the guest bedroom, my dad uses it to develop photographs, it's his hobby!" "So, it can be blacked out then?" "Yes!" "How?"
I walked past the man who was still holding tightly to the torn neck of my nighty, as I passed him, I just allowed my arms to twist backwards and I walked out of my nighty completely. I reached behind the wardrobe and found the large oblong of plywood and black cloth, a sponge rubber roll ran around the outer edge of the board and the cloth had been pulled over the sponge and glued to the back of the board. It was a very tight fit and took a lot of easing to fill the window opening, as the top began to slide into place there was a bright shaft of light from the helicopter that had started to search the gardens and the backs of the houses.
"They couldn't have seen anything, and if they did, and your nosey neighbour lets them in, you going to tell them that we're all friends?" I had finished blacking out the window and now the two men were standing in the room with me and the door had been closed, there was a loud click and the light came on. I only felt slightly uncomfortable at the way the two men were looking at me. The Scottish man said, "I was beginning to worry that I wasn't going to get off tonight and my balls are really full and aching to be emptied!"
The other man stepped closer to me, one hand reaching for my breasts and the other aiming for between my legs, I even parted my legs slightly so that he could have easier access, as his hands touched me he asked, "Are you a virgin?" I nodded my head, as the light was on I didn't see the point in saying anything, I was looking down at his hands as he pinched my left nipple and then my right and finally his right hand reached the few hairs that grew ginger and curly all over my pussy mound. "You have a boyfriend?" I shook my head.
"Ever had a boyfriend?" I shook my head again, the two men moved away to the door, I was about to scream out 'don't go!' but they had no intention of going anywhere. I looked at the double bed in the corner, my father's developing equipment had been built into one wardrobe so that the room wasn't cluttered if we ever actually had any guests, the bed was unmade and I had to try and remember where the sheets had been put.
"She's a virgin; it's only fair that we draw lots to see who's going first!" "Away man, she probably won't even bleed, all these country girls, horses and tampons and everything!" I pulled the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers open, I smiled to myself, the spare bedding, mattress protector and bottom sheet; I was going to ask if I should put a top sheet on the bed or even a blanket but didn't. While the men were choosing the lucky winner, I made the bed and then sat there, waiting in expectation.
The Scottish guy looked like he was about to win, I didn't mind, both men were ruggedly attractive but the English man seemed a little more, well, a little more of a man, it had been him that ripped my nighty almost all the way off of my body in just one movement of his hand. My heart leaped when the Englishman came out on top. He turned to me and said, "I do hope that you haven't ruined my fun with all that fucking horse riding and tampon wearing!"
I was pushed onto my back and pulled into the middle of the bed, the guy didn't undress, he just opened his trousers, pulled down his zipper and underpants and then climbed on top of me. The Scotsman watched as his friend struggled to get his cock into me, I tried to stop myself screaming out but as the man's huge cock finally invaded my body I couldn't help myself.
As I panted through the pain I was saying sorry over and over again, the Scotsman ask me why I was saying sorry, "The wall is as thin as paper, the guy next door will have heard me and he's probably out there right now telling the police!" The light was turned off and our watcher rushed out to check through the front window. The pain had eased and now I was settling in to enjoy, no really enjoy the feeling of an over sized cock ploughing my pussy.
"The cops are gone but I can see the guy from next door sneaking over here!" Was whispered from my parent's bedroom. The man fucking me stopped in his tracks, his cock was buried 'ball deep' in my cunt as he listened to his friend, then the sound of a key scraping in the lock and the front door opening, "Hey guys, it's only me, my handle is DoggingMaster, I'm the one who's been organising the fun in the car park!" The front door closed and I heard footsteps on the stairs, the guy fucking me started off again and he pounded into me even harder than before. I heard the sound of hands slapping together out on the landing or they could have been slapping each other on the backs.
As I began to have my first ever 'deep vaginal' orgasm as opposed to the usual clitoral orgasms that I gave myself I heard through my gasps of pain and pleasure the other two men enter the room and close the door so that they could turn the lights on. Roger, my next door neighbour smiled at me, "Hi Victoria, you're doing very well!" He crouched at the side of the bed and brushed my hair from my eyes, "You look even better like this than you do in your father's pictures!"
My dad was mad keen on snapping photographs of me and my mother at every opportunity he got, I had seen about a hundred thousand of them in my life time but I couldn't have ever guessed what photographs Roger was talking about. Roger was looking between my body and the body of the man grunting on top of me, I could feel a sudden spurt of warmth deep inside and the man on top of me was cursing and swearing as he gasped for air.
"When Tony gets off of you Victoria, don't panic, you're in a little bit of a mess but it's nothing that can't be cleaned up, he's just broken you in a little harder than he should have!" Roger told me, Tony's face broke into a smile and he looked down between us to see for himself before his cock shrunk down and it slipped out of my cunt. Tony deliberately rubbed his blood covered cock all over my belly before climbing off of me.
When I looked down I felt sick, it looked like I had sat in a blood bath, Roger looked over at the Scotsman, "You want her cleaning up or do you want to fuck her just as she is?" The Scotsman smiled as he undressed, I'll do her just as she is. I watched as he stripped off completely and as he climbed on top of me I saw the front of Tony's shirt was stained with my blood. It didn't take long for me to be on track for another chain of climaxes and as I rocketed off into the land of pleasure, no pain at all this time; I heard Roger and Tony talking in front of the wardrobe where my dad kept all of his photography stuff.
"I've been sneaking in here for years, her dad takes some great pictures, I've scanned them all and posted them on a Russian website!" I looked over as Roger wrote the web address on a page of my father's notepad, "You can't take any from the house but you can see them all here on the web!" Roger said as he passed the page to Tony.
I felt the warmth again deep inside as the Scotsman gasped through his own orgasm, it hadn't taken him very long but I didn't mind him climaxing, I realised that it meant he was finished but I had been well looked after, I had so many orgasms that I couldn't count them, even using 'X'! And anyway, Roger was still there, hopefully he had come in to do something too!
Roger had opened a large drawer inside the bottom of the wardrobe, it was so heavy under the weight of paper, well photographs, that it was difficult to open, as I had been fucked by the Scotsman Roger had shown Tony some of his favourite photographs from my father's collection. The Scotsman dressed as he too looked through the photographs, Roger had left them to it while he fetched a bowl of warm water, a bar of soap, a face cloth and a towel.
While Roger was out of the room Tony brought a selection of photographs over to show me. The first had me as a baby in my mother's arms, my mother was naked, as was I, I was feeding at her breast and my father had managed to take the photograph in such a way that both of our vulvas were openly on display for the camera. There were lots of other pictures of me as a baby and toddler in the nude. I had never seen any of the pictures before but they wouldn't have struck me as bad or anything if I had seen them, even the photograph of my mother changing my nappy and cleaning deeply inside my little pussy didn't strike me as particularly bad.
Roger returned and he washed my lower body totally clean, he passed Tony one of my father's t-shirts to change into, "You don't want to be stopped on your way out of the village with that over your shirt, do you?" Tony smiled at Roger and he took the t-shirt and the face cloth to wipe his cock and belly clean of my blood. "Pity though, I would have loved to whack off at home with this lot covering my cock. Or even get on top of my wife and fuck her without her knowing I was covered in a kid's blood!"
I lay on the bed recovering from close to an hour's strenuous activity, at least I was clean, while Roger showed the other two men out, I heard him say at the front door, "I'll post a message on dogging.co.uk when the police activity dies down, so keep an eye on it!" I heard a little indistinct mumbling at the front door, then Roger again, "I'll talk to her, if she's willing you guys can use my house to do her, you have my email address, just drop me a line so I know which ones you are on my distribution list!" 'Things are looking up in my sex life!' Flashed through my mind.
Roger bounded up the stairs two at a time, he smiled at me again as he walked in the guest bedroom, he looked between my legs, his smile changed to a look of worry and stress, "You're still bleeding, when is your period due?" "In a couple of days!" Roger went home to fetch a torch and one of those huge stainless steel things that a doctor uses to look inside a woman's cunt, he opened my legs as wide as he could and then he used the speculum to open me up, then he shone the torch up me, "There is no tearing, so that's a good thing, he looked a little more carefully, I think the sex has started your monthly bleed early, nothing to worry about, I can actually see the blood dripping from your cervix!"
While my knees were up by my chest Roger touched my bottom muscle, "That feels very tight, it's a good thing I'm a little smaller than the other two!" Roger made me hold my knees while he fumbled in his pocket for a small tube, something like the size of a travelling tube of tooth paste, he broke the tip off of the tube and allowed a little jelly to dribble out over my tight anal muscle, then he rubbed the end of the tube around my bottom, coating it in the jelly before forcing the tip into my bum-hole and squeezing the tube hard to inject the jelly deep into my bottom.
Roger told me to, "Go and fetch one of your tampons!" "How do you know I use tampons and not towels?" "You use Lil-lets light and you keep them in your bottom right hand side drawer, you borrow your mothers Lil-lets regular when you need extra protection, your mother uses regular and super, you want me to tell you where she keeps them?" I shook my head and ran to my bedroom to fetch a tampon.
It crossed my mind that I should have just put the tampon in myself while I was in my bedroom but I was still hoping that Roger was going to fuck me before I put it up me. Roger took the tampon from me and he inserted it deep in my pussy and I felt very disappointed. Roger took me to my father's photography cupboard and started to show me the pictures he liked that my father had taken of me and my mother, the ones of me as a baby hadn't surprised me at all, I had seen very similar pictures of most of my family and most of my friends too, I saw nothing wrong in it at all but when I saw pictures of me in my first school uniform, so I had to be five and my mother was naked while I suckled against her breast.
I could remember my first day at school, I had seen a dozen or more pictures of me that my father had taken on that day but I couldn't remember suckling my mother at that age, then there were a hundred pictures of me as I grew up, I saw my breasts develop and the hairs start to turn from blond to ginger on my pussy mound, most of the pictures seemed to be of me in the bathroom and I seemed to be looking directly at the camera while I was in the nude, even pulling faces at the lens.
It didn't bother me at all that my father seemed to have taken pictures of me in the nude without my knowledge even up to quite recently, what did bother me a little was that as Roger stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at the photographs as I flicked through them he was rubbing his finger tip around my bum hole and easing it up inside a little at a time and even that didn't bother me as much as feeling the heat of his cock as it replaced his finger tip.
Roger put his hand on my belly, just above my ginger bush and as he pulled me backwards he thrust his hips forward really hard. I screamed out far louder as Roger's cock forced its way past my anal muscle than I had when Tony burst so violently through my hymen earlier. Roger kept pushing and pushing as hard as he could until his cock was all the way up me, he totally ignored my screams and sobs of pain just whispering over and over again that I was a good girl, "Your being a very brave girl!"
When Roger was in as far as he could get he stopped and began to massage my breasts with one hand while he reached around and rubbed my clitoris with the other. I was brought off to one climax after another and I soon forgot the pain in my arse. Roger encouraged me to look at more photographs, my mother was naked in so many of them. One time, and I remembered it very well, we had both been out walking in the fields and had been caught in a summer shower, we had both stepped into the shower together as we were both totally frozen, I looked through a hundred pictures of my mother and I washing each other innocently in the hot water, the pictures didn't look quite so innocent though.
Roger was fucking my arse slowly as I flicked through the pictures, he brought me off several more times as he sped up his fucking, then he tossed another box of photographs onto the shelf in front of me. "You'll love these!" I opened the box eagerly a series of pictures of me in my bed room; the camera had to be on or over the headboard of my bed judging from the camera angle. The series of pictures showed me undress, lie on my bed and then masturbate myself, I could almost have made a flicker film from the photographs they had been taken so quickly and so close together, especially when I got close to my orgasm.
As Roger brought me off again he shot his load up my bum. "What time did your mum and dad say they would be home?" "Two o'clock!" "That's great, we can have a little more fun before they get home!"
Roger stripped the guest bed and he took the sheet and mattress protector to his house to wash and dry them later, he had said that he would clean them and bring them back when my mum and dad were out at work, he knew exactly where they were stored, he even knew which way around they had to be placed so that my mother wouldn't be suspicious, as he was about to leave the bedroom he stopped, "I'm glad that you know about me now, it means that I can pop in when your home and your parents are out at work!"
Roger and I took a bath together then he took me to my own bedroom and he fucked me in my vagina twice before he left me at one thirty in the morning, giving himself a good safe margin for error in timing. As he fucked me he told me that Tony and Pat had asked him to arrange dates for them with me another day, or rather another night. "I told them that I'd ask you and if you agreed I'd let you guys use my house for your fun, just so long as I can join in!"
I knew that I had more than thirty minutes before my parents would be home so I looked around the house, I stood in the bathroom, I remembered the photographs of me and my mother in the shower, I stood in front of the shower and looked around, as I saw my face in the mirror over the sink I pulled my usual 'funny' face, I gasped, the same face that I had seen me pull on several of the photographs of myself while in the nude.
The mirror was on the party wall between my parent's bedroom and the bathroom. The mirror was fixed to the wall and couldn't be moved so I went into my parents bedroom, roughly behind that mirror in the bathroom there was a wardrobe, I tried to move it but it was impossible. I opened the door to the wardrobe and looked in; there was a small peg in the back wall of the cupboard, just above a shelf. I pulled at the peg and a plate came away from the back, I could clearly see into the bathroom from the back of the cupboard.
I looked towards my own bedroom, there was another tall cupboard against my bedroom wall, inside I found exactly the same setup, the mirror in my room and in the bathroom were both one way glass, just like they use in all the best cop dramas on the walls of interrogation rooms.
I had to hide my torn nighty and pick my second favourite one to wear to bed. I tried to go to sleep but couldn't. It was close to three o'clock when my parents got home, they hadn't ordered a taxi home, preferring to take pot luck at the function that someone would be coming our way home. I heard the car pull up and three doors close, then I heard the front door open and whispering in the hallway.
I heard the fridge door open and close and the chink of beer bottles, I walked into the kitchen to see my father standing peeking through the serving hatch with three bottles of beer in his hands, he looked startled to see me standing there, then his expression changed, "You weren't wearing that nighty when we went out!" "No, my period started early and took me by surprise, I had to change!" "Oh I'm sorry to hear that darling, are you having cramp pains?" My father put the bottles down on the counter and hugged me to his chest, the serving hatch opened slightly and as my father gave me a loving cuddle I caught sight of my mother and one of my father's work friends in the living room.
I watched as my mother stripped, first herself and then my father's friend, as I watched through the serving hatch my father whispered in my ear, "Don't judge us harshly, we do love each other very much but from time to time we both need a little extra excitement!" As my father was whispering, I watched my mother get on her knees in front of, I think his name is Paul Gamble, and she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him off.
I had cuddled with my father like this many times before, well, not exactly like this, never in the kitchen in the dark while looking through at my mother getting her face fucked. But we had often cuddled with me wearing just my nighty and my father and I standing up, rocking from side to side like some music less dance. I was more switched on to life this time though, I realised that as he was rocking me from side to side he was rubbing his cock across my belly from side to side, I also realised that his cock was growing harder as he rubbed himself off against me.
I watched as my mother took Paul's cock from her mouth and called out to my father to tell him he was missing out on the fun. As my father's cock reached full hardness I raised myself onto my tiptoes so that as he rubbed from side to side, now he was pressing against my pussy mound rather than my belly.
My father didn't miss the subtleness of my movement, I had expected his reaction would be to pull away from me but instead, he bent his knees slightly, allowing me to push my hips forward so that his cock now pressed in between my legs, then he stood up again, pressing his cock up, through at least three layers of clothing. My legs were open as wide as they could be while wearing that particular nighty but I really wanted to open them a lot wider.
"Are two of those beers for mum and Paul?" My dad looked over his shoulder, he saw my mother sucking Paul's cock through the hatch, he looked back at me and nodded his head. "Can I have a beer too?" My father nodded his head again, "I'll take them through while you get another one from the fridge!" Again my father smiled at me and he nodded his head.
I walked into the living room with a broad smile on my face, Paul looked a little shocked at first but then he smiled back at me. He told me to put the beer down for him as he was busy. My mother didn't even look up from sucking his cock, I heard the sound of my father opening the fourth bottle of beer. Paul beckoned for me to go and stand by his side, he was rubbing his hands all over the outside of my nighty, I could hear my father at the serving hatch, he was looking through the serving hatch as Paul pulled my nighty off over my head.
Once I was naked I moved away from Paul. I picked up my bottle of beer and walked back out to the kitchen. I walked right up to my father and took a swallow from the bottle before putting my arms around my father's neck and getting back into our cuddle. My dad had been masturbating himself as he watched Paul rubbing my body before stripping me off so now when our lower abdomen met there were no layers of clothing between his cock and my belly.
I went onto my tiptoes again and my father bent his knees once again. This time when I pushed forward, my legs were wider open and I could feel his hot cock slip between my thighs. As my father stood up this time I had to stop him, "I'm a little messy down there, I'm on my period and it came on with a flood this time. Would you like me to do to you what mum is doing to Paul?"
My father's look of disappointment changed to a smile once again. He nodded his head enthusiastically; I took his hand and guided him back into the living room. Paul and my father sat on the sofa next to each other and my mother kneeled on opposite sides of the men, she took Paul's cock in her mouth and I copied her actions with my father's cock.
My mother and I broke away from our sucking every so often to kiss each other and we both brought them off at the same time, Paul told us both not to swallow it all and he and my father watched as my mother and I allowed the semen held in our mouths to mingle in our kiss before swallowing it all down.
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