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Published : 28 June 2021

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Improbable Twins
by Isabella

Story Code: m/g, M/g, Incest, Rape, Beast, Father/Daughter

What's the most common thing you hear about your family...the Poulter family at Lime Tree House for example are all overweight and I always hear people saying about them, 'They're the fattest family in the village!' Paul Davenport's family from Church Lane were the 'Ginger family!' The King's of Brook Street, they're the 'Bean Poles' because they are all skinny and tall. My family, the most common comment is, 'How can identical twin sisters be so different!'

I'm Dawn and if you stood me shoulder to shoulder with my older, by one hour, sister Sarah, in the nude, you wouldn't be able to tell us apart, even our mother or father wouldn't be able to name us with any confidence, well, not for five seconds at least, after that, Sarah would be the one pushing me away from her, she didn't like sharing anything with me, not even the air that we were breathing. The probable reason that we weren't like other identical twins was because our parents never dressed us the same like most twins and we never shared a bedroom, not even as babies, we always had our own space...well, I had my own space, Sarah had the bigger of our bedrooms and our older, by fourteen years, sister April was the real owner of that room. For some reason, April shared her bedroom with Sarah until I was about three and then April left home and moved to university in Manchester where she still lives today.

I wouldn't say that mum had us late in life, it was more like, she had April very early, she had April when she was only fourteen years old so me and Sarah joined the family when mum was just twenty-nine years old.

As we grew up, I became studious, Sarah became sporty...I was a loner, Sarah was friendly and gregarious...we were such different personalities that even though we were identical in every physical respect, people couldn't believe that we were related at all.

I'd ordered a book from the library, it was a German book, un-translated and from the non-fiction section, it would help me out with two of my school subjects, history and German language lessons, this term, my year at school were studying World War Two in history but while my classmates were using English textbooks for their projects, I was taking most of my project work from German textbooks and my latest library book was a firsthand account of the war from the perspective of an eight year old girl at the outbreak of the war. The girl was called Anya Bismarck, a distant relative of Otto von Bismarck, so distant that they weren't allowed the 'von', they were just plain old Bismarck's.

I was reading as I left the library, reading all the way home. Anya was a happy eight year old girl, she lived in Kietz, to the east of Berlin on the road from Berlin to Poland, close to a bridge over the Oder River. Anya mentioned Friday, first of September 1939, 'My eighth birthday' and my party was called off because of the sounds of gunfire from the direction of the river Oder that started at six o'clock in the morning and for the next six days, the roads to the east were blocked with a constant stream of lorries, tanks and horse drawn carts flooding into Poland and over the six days, the sounds of gunfire reduced, the battle was moving further and further away from us.

By the time that I'd reached home, Anya had moved through to March 1940, apart from thousands of soldiers passing through her town on their way to the battlefront, the war hadn't touched her town at all, she had to leave school and start to work on a local farm as part of the Hitler Youth, planting crops to feed the soldiers as well as the rest of the German nation, the farm that Anya and her family worked on was actually on the Polish side of the river Oder, she worked alongside of her mother and her two sisters, her older brother and her father had both been called into the army and they were away fighting.

I walked into the kitchen and bumped into Sarah's seat that was in totally the wrong place in the kitchen, I was rubbing my hip as I surveyed the errant seat, it was uncluttered by my sister's body and as I pushed it back into place, I scanned the living room, no Sarah shaped lump in the living room either. While I was distracted by the empty living room, I tripped over my sister's slippers. I analysed the situation, the positioning of the chair and the juxtaposition of the slippers, 'Sarah moved her seat away from the table to put her shoes on!'

"Where's Sarah mum?"

Mum looked at me, the book in my hand proved to her that I was actually Dawn and not Sarah messing with her head while wearing my dress.

"Your sister's over the park playing football and she told me that she didn't want you hanging around her today!"

"As if I would...'Fresh Air' is bad for you!"

I sat on Sarah's seat but only after I'd double checked that she wasn't anywhere close enough to see me or she'd give me hell.

I laid my book on the kitchen table and as my mother worked around me, I continued to devour the book, when Anya was eleven years old, her commandant, the elderly man in charge of her cadre of Hitler Youth movement was lecturing those girls that had reached eleven years of age that they should be looking to befriend the German soldiers that now seemed to be moving west, rather than east, Anya was listening to the lecture but not really understanding what was being said, Gilder Schmit asked a question, "Are you telling us that we should have sex with our soldiers as they pass through our town Colonel?"

Gilder's question had stopped the lecture in its tracks as Colonel Weber thought about the appropriate answer to Gilder's question. Colonel Weber had been a hero of the First Samoan Civil War, where he fought for Anya's distant relative Otto, Colonel Weber had been decorated and promoted even though there was no outright victory for Germany and had made it to the rank of Colonel during the First Great War but was wounded in the Spanish Civil War while he was advising General Franco's troops so couldn't take part in this war.

Colonel Weber said, "I've fought alongside the British twice, the first time in 1888-9 at the Abushiri Revolt and the second time in 1899 during the Boxer Rebellion...if the British Army reach us first, you girls will all be okay, the British are gentlemen in victory. I've fought alongside Russian soldiers too, also in the Boxer Rebellion, the Russians raped every woman they came across after a battle, any and every age of woman from babies to the very elderly, they didn't care..."

Gilder Schmit interrupted, "Are we really going to lose the war Colonel Weber?"

He went quiet for a moment again, "...we may yet win but it will depend on The Fuhrer's wonder weapons demoralising the British and forcing Her Churchill to sue for peace, then we will be safe but I fear that is a long shot and as the British and Americans are over a thousand miles away from us to the south-west and the Russians are five hundred miles away to the east, I worry that the Russians will be here first and you girls had better all have good Aryan babies in your bellies before then or they will put Russian bastards in you as soon as they get here."

Gilder actually looked excited at the prospect of being raped by the Russians, "Colonel, should we offer to comfort our wounded men returning from the front?"

He shook his head, "No, you girls should comfort our soldiers defending the bridge over the Oder River, they will have a tough fight coming up and they might need something to remind them of what exactly they are fighting for!"

"But sir, aren’t the troops defending the bridge just the eight boys from our old class at school?"

The Colonel nodded his head, "They are the ones defending the bridge, they need to keep it open as a route for our retreating troops to get home and to demolish it before the Russians reach it...I myself will be going over later today to command the bridge operations and because I will no longer be here to command you girls, I'm promoting Anya Bismarck to Kommandantin, take orders from here as if she was me."

We all watched in stunned silence as Colonel Weber walked west towards the bridge, we were trying to get the harvest in before the inevitable happened, or as much as we could before the Russians reached us, we had an ox cart but no beast to pull it, once loaded with the cabbages that we'd grown in Polish soil, we girls would have to pull it over the bridge to the German side of the Oder River after setting fire to everything that we'd have to leave behind for the Russians.

As we worked, Gilder said, "If I go near the bridge, William Meyer will expect to be the one to impregnate me...he'll expect to fuck all of us once Colonel Weber tells them to give us all babies, just because his family owned all the land on our side of the river before the turn of the century, could you imagine losing your virginity to a boy with a permanently runny nose, acne and body odour...I'd rather lose my virginity to the first Russian Storm Trouper that drops out of the sky than to any of the boys guarding the bridge!"

For four years there had been a flood of our troops running from west to the east, probably two million men over the four years but now there was a trickle of men returning, the tide of war had turned and we must all prepare ourselves for the prospect of being treated badly as a defeated race at the hands of the victors...Well, Gilder got her wish and much sooner than she expected!

We girls were all sleeping in the barn of the Polish farm that we were harvesting, we'd managed to fill our cart with two tons of cabbage during the day, we'd pulled the cart towards the bridge in a tangle of wounded fighters heading home to lick their wounds, we didn't actually reach the bridge with our load though, the line of wounded men were starving and they emptied our cart well before we reached the bridge so we'd returned to the farm in the hope of refilling our cart before the bridge was destroyed to stop the Russians getting control of that crossing point.

I'd been woken by the sound of an aircraft, it was flying from east to west, it could be a Russian bomber flying on a lone bombing raid on Berlin, fortunately they didn't lay their eggs over our insignificant town, they had much bigger fish to fry.

I left the barn and saw the aircraft in the sky, it was flying slowly and quite low, if we'd had anti-aircraft guns protecting our town they would have smashed it from the sky before it managed to drop its bombs further west. I walked to the bushes that were furthest away from the well that provided our drinking water to make my toilet, I was still looking up at the Russian aircraft as it seemed to have babies, a stream of mushrooms falling from its bottom on the other side of the Oder River, the German side of the river and the only fighters that we had to defend our town were schoolboys and old men.

I was still behind the bush when I heard screaming from the old barn, Russian paratroopers were in amongst the women, the girls...my sisters and my mother were in the barn and there must have been fifty Russians as well.

I lay flat on the ground under the bush, lay in my own mess as well as the mess of ten other girls and women. I made no sound as the screaming continued for two hours...gunfire from the bridge seemed to be the shout-out to the Russians in the barn to stop having their fun and run towards the bridge, it was a lightning attack, our men defending the bridge had fortifications and weapons facing to the east but no defence from the west and the Russians had made a surprise attack with paratroopers from our town, unopposed. The fight on the bridge had ended before the Russians on the Polish side of the river reached the bridge, all of my male school friends were dead and we'd missed our opportunity to burn everything and return home ahead of the Russians.

I remained hidden until dawn and then I sneaked over to the barn, the girls and women were all tied up, they had been raped and left for dead, they weren't all actually dead though, just some were, the rest were bound and gagged, stored for more fun to come later in the day no doubt.

My mother was trying to talk to me, trying to tell me to get as far away as I could. I uncovered her mouth and she shouted to get away before the Russians returned, that made my eldest sister look over in our direction as I cut my mother's hands free with the knife that I'd been using all day to cut cabbage heads from their roots and trim their leaves, I was glad to see that at least one of my sisters had survived her ordeal. My mother took my sharp knife from my hands and leaned over to my sister, I thought that she was going to cut my sister free but instead, our mother drew the knife across my sister's throat, I screamed as my mother killed her own daughter, she looked over at me, "Go south-west Anya, try to reach the British or American soldiers before the Russians catch you and do the same to you that they did to all of us in here!" The 'Here' was punctuated by a bloody gurgle as my mother drew the knife across her own throat and took her own life.

There were a few more paragraphs, Anya kept up her account as she fled to the south-west and then the story ended with a different hand, to emphasise the point, the publishers had used a different font, the style of German was different, more modern and less jingoistic 'Anya Bismarck was found five miles short of the American lines, she had managed to travel six hundred miles on foot before a battalion of Russians caught her, she was gang raped by more than fifty men and worse, much worse, she was...'

The story hadn't quite ended on an ellipsis, there was a German word that I didn't understand, it was either a new word or a slang word. I jumped to my feet and snatched my German to English dictionary, I scanned for the word but it wasn't there.

"Mum, what could be worse than being gang raped by more than fifty Russian troops?"

Mum screeched, "What?", at the top of her voice.

"This book has just ended with the comment, 'Anya Bismarck was found five miles short of the American lines, she had managed to travel six hundred miles on foot before a battalion of Russians caught her, she was gang raped by more than fifty men and worse, much worse, she was...' but I don't know the last phrase and it isn't in my German dictionary...can you Google it for me please."

Mum used her smart phone to google translate the phrase, she read the answer and gasped, "Sodomised...vulgar slang, could also mean 'gang anal rape'...what the hell is that book about Dawn darling?"

"It's for my German studies as well as my history project."

"Well, it was totally irresponsible of Mrs Jones at the library to lend you that book!"

"She didn't know, she doesn't read German and anyway, I ordered it from the City library on your card because my card is full at the moment."

Mum took the book off of me, she looked at the cover, no help there, it was just an olive-green jacket with black German Gothic script, the only part she could understand was the dates, 01/09/1931 – 30/04/1945. "Looks like the girl was about the same age as you darling...when she died that is!"

"So, why would sodomy be worse than being gang raped by fifty adult men...have you ever been sodomised mum?"

Mum looked shocked at my double question, she seemed to be floundering for an answer and in the end she said, "Go over the park and find your sister, tell her that dinner will be ready at six-thirty sharp!"

"But mum...fresh air is bad for you..."

I couldn't finish my protestation, there was an exaggerated arm movement, a pointing finger towards the back door and an overly loud, "Out!"

I walked to the back door mumbling, "It's rude to point!", as I walked along.

I walked over to the park, they had just opened a new changing room block for the town's football pitch, the new building backed onto the park and they had actually built a new public toilet for the park visitors to use but they hadn't landscaped the park to give a gentle slope down to the building, they had just cut the slope of the park off abruptly and built a three foot high retaining wall to hold the park back with open railings on top of the wall to stop park users falling over the edge.

The park was totally empty, no one playing football, no one taking their dogs for a walk, no sister shaped lump running around like a lunatic, I saw two men on the other side of the fence, they were just standing shoulder to shoulder, looking down at their feet.

The man on the left looked to the man on the right and I realised that they weren't men, they were Robin Finch, Sarah's eighteen year old 'Best Friend' and his older brother Gordon. Gordon Finch had been to university, he'd survived a year before getting 'Sent Down' as they call it when someone is asked to leave a university under a cloud. The rumour amongst the adults in our village, the whispered rumour when no kids were in earshot, was that he left under four clouds, four different girls that he'd made pregnant in just his first year. One advantage of being the invisible Clarke twin, people spoke in front of me without realising that I could multitask, I could read a book as well as listen in on a conversation.

If anyone knew where my sister was, it would be Robin so I walked over to ask him. I was walking on grass so made a silent approach behind Robin and his brother, they were once again, looking down at their feet. I approached and stepped on top of the low brick wall and grabbed a hold of the top of the metal railings, then I realised that they weren’t looking down at their feet, they were looking down at Sarah, my sister, and my head was actually between the two brother's heads.

Sarah was squatting down in front of the two brothers, her knees wide open, showing that she wasn't wearing any knickers under her peasant dress, she had one cock in each hand and she was wanking them off, she wasn't looking up, if she had done, she would have seen my head suddenly appear above theirs, she was grumbling, "It's your own fault, you invited Gordon along!"

With that, Sarah leaned forward and sucked Gordon's cock into her mouth. I just stood there shocked as my twin sister, at the age of twelve years, was sucking a twenty year old man's cock out in public...well, not quite, the way that they had built the retaining wall, it formed three sides of a rectangle, the changing room block formed the fourth and closing side, no one would see what Sarah was doing to the guys unless they were close to the retaining wall, or, like me, standing on the wall looking down.

Sarah sucked Gordon for a few minutes and then she moved her mouth over to Robin's cock and sucked him as well. I wasn't at all shocked to see my sister sucking two boys...well, as they were eighteen and twenty...I guess, they were men's cocks. The first time I saw her push her hand down the front of Robin's trousers, we were just nine years old, Robin was fifteen, Sarah pushed her hand down the front of his trousers and she rubbed his cock up and down inside his trousers, she got him to his happy place actually inside his trousers and even though he would have to explain how he got so messy inside his trousers to his mother, he went home to face the music a happy boy. I'd watched her to about the half way point and then got bored and started to read my book, the life of an American Cowboy in the 1880s of more interest to me than my sister wanking a boy off.

A fortnight after that first sexual expression, my sister ditched me on her way home from school one day, she reached home two hours after me with her clothes all muddy as well as her hands and knees...she was caked in the stuff. Sarah explained her appearance away by telling our mother that she'd been playing football instead of coming straight home from school. Mum told her that she would have to have a bath before bed and as there wasn't much hot water left in the tank, I'd have to share the bath with her.

I was expecting a lot of shit from my sister about having to share her bath with me but for the first time ever, she just accepted our mother's dictate and we went to the bathroom together. Sarah closed and bolted the bathroom door, I'd never known her do that before.

Sarah pulled her dress off over her head, she wasn't wearing anything under her dress and I was sure that I'd seen her wearing a bra in school, well, the shoulder straps at least...okay, it wouldn't have been the first time that she'd been to school with no knickers on so I may have been mistaken about the bra too.

I got in the bath first, I kept my hair short, it made a smaller target for boys that liked to pull a girl's hair, just to be mean, Sarah kept her hair long because she liked boys to admire her and she didn't mind them pulling her hair, at least it meant that they weren't ignoring her. It took her longer to get in the water because she was forcing a half a ton of hair up into a shower cap to keep it dry, when she turned to face me in the tub, I spotted a necklace of purple bruises around her collarbone.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Robin Finch is part Vampire!"

Sarah stepped over the edge of the bath, as her legs parted, a large globule of wallpaper paste fell onto the floor and then I noticed that there was dried blood down the insides of her thighs, radiating out from her pussy. "Did you start your period today Sarah, is that why your knickers were missing?"

Sarah laughed at me, "No baby sister...Robin turned me from a nine year old girl into a woman today, the dry blood is from him bursting my hymen and the wet mess was from his fourth cum dump in me, just before I came home."

I'd seen her doing a shit load of things with boys over the three years since then but never in quite such an open place as this before.

Robin gave a shiver and Sarah looked up at his face, then she spotted me as she said, "You liked that didn't...Dawn, what the fuck are you doing here, I told mum not to let you follow me today!"

I held my hands up, partly in surrender but also to show her that I didn't have a book in my hands...the reason that Dawn hated me hanging around her while she was exercising her sex bone was because me sitting there reading while she was having her fun with a boy put her off.

"No book today Dawn...you may as well come down here and give me a hand with these two if you don't have anything to read!"

I walked around the retaining wall and down the slope to the path, then back to where my sister and the two brothers were standing in the middle of the void. As Robin was really Sarah's friend and his brother Gordon had only encroached in on their fun because he was between girlfriends and needed a little help to empty his balls, Sarah stepped in front of Robin, she was still rubbing his cock with her hand but now she was kissing him on the lips rather than sucking his cock.

I didn't really know what to do, I'd seen my sister playing with boys loads of times, I'd read a thousand books that had heavy sexual scenes in them but I was an all theory girl, no real practical experience.

I shuffled nervously in front of Gordon, he took my hand, pulled me into a kiss, I counted fifteen Mississippi's before his hand went for the bottom hem of my dress and lifted it up above my waist, he said, "Knickers, Sarah never wears knickers, boys are always stealing them from her after they fuck her!"

Well, I was wearing knickers for about ten more seconds and then, suddenly, I wasn't, I didn't even have to lift my feet off of the floor to get rid of them either, they were yanked away from my body, the side seam gave out in an instant and there I was, standing there, just like Sarah, no knickers covering my pussy but the difference between us was, Sarah's dress was in place at that moment while mine was up above my hips, exposing me to anyone within about five hundred yards of where I was standing.

I peeled my lips away from his and pulled the bottom hem of my dress out of his hands, I shook my head at him and said, "Much too exposed here for me to stand with my arse exposed like that Gordon!"

I actually felt very grown up...okay, he'd de-bagged me but I'd then taken charge and stopped him exposing me so much out in the park, out in public.

Sarah sank down into a squat and took Robin's cock in her mouth again, flashing her pussy at Robin and Gordon as she sucked Robin's cock for him. Gordon smiled at me, then he looked all around and placed his hand on top of my head, he applied downward pressure and I sank into the same squat as my sister, my nose pointing at Gordon's cock but instead of leaning in like her and taking his cock in my mouth, I just squatted there, flashing my cunt at him but not even taking his cock in my hand, never mind my mouth.

Sarah looked over at me, she let go of Robin's cock and pulled Gordon's cock down so that it was closer to my mouth, she gave me a few words of encouragement and instruction before Gordon's hand pulled my head in and I took his cock in my mouth. My first time touching a man's cock, my first time sucking a man's cock and my first time flashing my cunt at a man in a public place, not a bad day of firsts for a twelve year old bookworm!

There was a dog barking from the direction of the road, I rolled my eyes up to Gordon's face, I couldn't see the park or the road squatting down like that so I was relying on Gordon or Robin to keep a lookout to keep us safe. Gordon was looking over at the road, he patted the back of my head, "Mrs Brown's walking her dog!"

I jumped to my feet, closely followed by Sarah. Mrs Brown was walking up the slope to the middle of the park, she would have a perfect vantage point until after her dog did its crap and she dragged him back home again, Sarah said, "This could take a while, Brutus has a shy bladder, she could be up there for hours!"

Gordon laughed, "Did the old bat name her miniature Jack Russell Brutus?"

Sarah nodded her head, "She's called every new dog Brutus for years!"

Gordon pulled my hand over to his cock, at least with his back to her, Mrs Brown wouldn't see my hand on his cock. Now that I was standing up, I was looking around for signs of threat, I looked at the men's toilet door, the thought, 'What if there's a man in the toilet?' That thought was pushed out of my head by another thought, 'If there was one, he'd have a serious problem, he would have been in there for over fifteen minutes since I got there!' The thought was made manifest by a timid little voice, "Is the men's toilet actually open now?"

I recognised that voice, it was either Sarah's voice or mine but Sarah's voice was never timid, she was always full of confidence so I had to assume that the voice asking if the toilet was open must have been mine but I couldn't remember giving my body any instructions to talk.

"Great idea Dawn!" Gordon pulled his cock out of my hand and he struggled it back into his trousers, he pulled the zip up and strolled over to the toilet, that little voice in the back of my head that usually gave me such sage advice was surprisingly absent. I watched as Gordon opened the door to the men's toilet, he made a gesture with his head towards the men's toilet...now the voice popped up, 'Why did you mention the men's toilet and not the ladies?'

Robin grabbed my right hand in his left and Sarah's left hand in his right and he towed us towards the men's toilet door. Part of me wanted to struggle, I didn't want to be caught in the men's toilet with two men and my sister but I was wrong footed by an argument going on in my head, 'Dawn couldn't say the ladies toilet, Mrs Brown is in the park and she might use the ladies toilet, there are no men on the park but Robin and Gordon so no one to catch us!'

By the time that argument had ended in an internal name calling session as usual...I was in the men's toilet and it was too late to struggle.

Gordon was trouserless before we entered the toilet and was just pulling his 'T-shirt' off over his head when Robin almost threw me at him. Five seconds later my dress was hanging over the toilet door. Ten seconds later my bra followed it and apart from my ankle socks and trainers, I was totally naked in front of two men, another first. Oh...oh, and another first, I was with a man who was likewise just as naked as I was.

Gordon took my hand from Robin and he pulled me into one of the toilet stalls, he sat on the toilet and pulled me towards him...'Oh! Now you're reluctant...you can lie to yourself if you like but you must want this or you wouldn't have suggested coming in here to Gordon, now, it's about time you became a woman, just like Sarah has been for the last three years, get on with it, if it hurts, it will only be for a few minutes and if you don't like it, you never have to do it again, you can just go back to your books!'

Gordon looked surprised, "If you don't want me to fuck you, at least give me a blow-job!"

The little voice at the back of my head screamed out 'No!' and that worried voice in my head spurred me on, I stopped pulling back and stepped up to the plate...well, the bowl at any rate...the toilet bowl. I stepped in, straddled his lap and sat down on his cock, fortunately for him, his hand was swift and his aim true because I'd sat down a little hard, a little too hard for me, the pain made me scream out loud and I kicked out to try and get off again but he held me down on his cock until I got used to being full of cock. It took just seconds and he was able to fuck me from below without any more pain, I guess that it was a little like band-aids, better to rip them off quickly than prat about trying to be gentle with it.

I was so tight that the whole act from my deflowering to his climax was around two minutes flat, and that included the time he stopped to let me get used to his cock being in me. Fortunately for me, I reached my own climax, just as his started spurting into my belly.

I pushed myself off of his lap and left the stall, I looked around the corner into the next door stall, Sarah was standing up, bent over the toilet and she was gripping the toilet seat while Robin fucked her from behind. I did a double take, I was a novice at sex but to me, Robin looked like he was in totally the wrong place. I got in close and pressed my hand against Sarah's bum to get a closer look, I was right, Robin was in the wrong hole, his cock was a little on the brown side and then the penny dropped, this was sodomy...anal sex and Sarah seemed to like doing it with Robin.

A hand came on my shoulder and I was pulled out of Sarah's toilet stall, Gordon pulled me back into the stall he'd just fucked me in and he turned me around and pushed me down onto the toilet seat and as my arse crashed down on the toilet seat, his soft cock slapped against my lips and I ended up sucking his cock all over again, even though I could see the little brown ring, the tide mark of dried blood that showed the depths that he had plumbed in my body with his cock.

I sucked his cock until he was hard again and once he was hard again, he eased me off of the seat and turned me so that my back was to him and he pushed my upper body forward so that I'd be in the position that Sarah was in while Robin was fucking her bum.

"Not in my bum Gordon!"

"Oh come on Dawn, once you get used to it, it doesn't really hurt all that much and your boyfriend will be able to do you that way when you're in your fertile period..."

I was guiding his cock to my cunt to stop him hitting the wrong hole as the words 'Fertile Period' echoed in my head and that little voice in my head said, 'Where are we in our cycle?' and then it was too late to worry about the answer to that question as he was busily fucking me from behind and I'd put his cock in my pussy!

My second fuck was far more pleasurable than my first, even though I was still very tight inside, because Gordon had already climaxed once, it took him longer to climax a second time and he gave me five or six...million orgasms before he finished off.

I had never in my life before felt like dancing but as Gordon pulled his cock out of my cunt and his wallpaper paste fell in large clumps on the toilet floor, I did a little jete and transitioned into an entrechat, out of my stall and around the corner into Sarah's stall just as Robin was grunting through his climax up her bum.

I linked my arm in Sarah's, "Oh, I nearly forgot Sarah, mum said that we had to be home by six-thirty for dinner."

Sarah pulled me back, "Dawn darling, aren't you forgetting one little thing?"

"Yes, I just told you, mum said dinner was at six-thirty...oh, I see what you mean, she said six-thirty sharp...I forgot the sharp!"

I tried to pull Sarah towards the door out to the park but she pulled me back again, "No! Not what mum said..."

Sarah stopped short and she was looking at the toilet door leading into the stall where Gordon was just stepping into his trousers, I followed her eye-line to the door and saw my dress and bra draped over the top of the door...I looked down at my body, my very naked body, I laughed, "Oh shit...yes."

I pulled my dress on but didn't bother with my bra...not that Sarah was wearing her bra under her dress, the style of our dresses was basically the same but mine was lemon and Sarah's was white. We left the toilet arm in arm but I still wanted to dance, I pulled away from Sarah's arm and did a little dance turn as we walked across the park...I was so happy that I could hear bells ringing out of the blue, I thought, 'Wow, that's an amazing after effect of losing my virginity!' but then my sister April's voice came out of Sarah's hand.

"Hi Sarah, how's things...who's that singing?"

Sarah looked over at me, "That's Dawn, she's just lost her virginity to Gordon Finch and she's dancing in the park!"

"Sarah, for fuck sake, don't tell dad that Dawn has lost her virginity or he'll be pestering her!"

"I won't tell him, he'll kill us if he found out!"

There was a long pause and then, "Sarah...have you lost your virginity as well?"

"About three years ago April!"

"Well, make sure that the boys don't brag to their mates about what you did and don't tell any of your girl friends at school anything, dad could be screwing any one of them, twelve year olds are his target age, and if they mention that you aren't a virgin, he'll be pestering you too."

"Pestering in what way?"

"You know...oh, perhaps you don't, dad will want to fuck you once he knows that you've lost your cherry, I let Paul Finch, Gordon and Robin Finch's uncle, fuck me on my way home from school one day...Dad knew all about it before I got home from that first fuck, Paul had told his brother and his brother phoned dad and gave him a blow-by-blow account and when I went to bed that night, dad came into my bedroom and he taught me all the tricks that he liked to get up to in bed with a girl and he fucked me every night after that until he made me pregnant."

I was just doing another jete as I looked over at Sarah and her talking hand, she looked into her hand, a little confused look on her face.

"You've never been pregnant April!"

"I have and I had a beautiful little girl but because I was only fourteen and doing well in school, I had to give my baby to my mother to bring up as my sister along with her new baby...you see, dad was so happy to have sex on tap that he made my mother pregnant at the same time as he made me pregnant...I did manage to look after you for three years though until I had to go off to university!"

I stopped dancing and started to use my reasoning brain to suppress my happy brain, trying to work out just what Sarah's talking hand had just said to her...our sister April had given birth to a little girl when she was fourteen or fifteen years old but our mother brought her daughter up as her own...so, where is that daughter and how come me and Sarah have never met her?"

Sarah and I walked home in silence, we were arm in arm, the closest we'd been for...well...forever, I thought that it was because we'd just shared a sexual experience with the brothers Finch in adjoining toilet cubicles but Sarah had processed April's information in a very different way to how I'd perceived the information. As we walked along I was fighting every gust of wind that threatened to expose my bare arse and had to keep pushing the bottom hem of my dress down.

When we reached home, dad was already in from work. I danced into the kitchen and made a careless kick-turn, sending the bottom hem of my dress flying up in the air, exposing far more than my bare arse to my father as he sat at the kitchen table sorting out his time sheet.

"Is that blood I see between your legs Sarah?"

I laughed but stopped dancing, "I'm not Sarah dad, I'm Dawn!"

"I thought that you were in your bedroom, you were going to work on your German homework or your history project today...where have you been all day?"

"I've been over the park with Sarah...mum sent me out because I was asking her awkward questions about sod...erm...a German word that I didn't understand because it was a vulgar slang word, so it wasn't in my school's German dictionary!"

"Sod?"

"Erm, sodomy...well, it could have meant sodomy or anal gang rape, it was a diary account from a German girl called Anya Bismarck, a twelve year old girl like me but during the war, erm, World War Two, she died at the end of the war, well, not quite the end, she was trapped on the Polish side of the border when the Russians pushed into Germany and the man who found her and her diary said that she had been raped by a Russian battalion, they thought that fifty men could have raped her before they killed her!"

I saw a smile cross my father's face, he patted the seat next to his, inviting me to sit next to him, "There are anything up to a thousand men in a battalion, Anya could have been raped by far more than fifty men...did it mention if she was a virgin before she was gang raped?"

"Anya didn't mention sex until the Russians reached the Polish-German border, she didn't mention her own deflowering, she obviously didn't get the chance to report on her own rape, that was just what the man who found her diary wrote as a footnote at the end of the book."

"And the sodomy...where did that come in?"

"The same man said that there were signs that Anya had been sodomised by a lot of men as well as the straight rape!"

"I wonder if the Russians hurt that Anya girl very much when they gang raped her when she was just your age...did it hurt you very much when you lost your virginity this afternoon Dawn darling?"

I gasped, "Who told you?"

"No one darling but the only thing that could possibly have kept you away from your books for so long would be something as important as sex, that and the telltale signs of blood at the tops of your thighs, the missing bra and knickers and the trails of semen that are reaching all the way down your thighs to your feet!"

He smiled at my newly discovered embarrassment. And nodded his head for a response but I didn't know what to say.

"Well, did it hurt? Who fucked you? Are you sore? Do you need some cream to sooth your cunt darling?"

"Erm, No...Gordon Finch...Not really...I don't think so!"

I gave him an awkward...or was it a crooked smile!

He stood up and went over to the sideboard drawer, he pulled it open and fished out a white tube, he waved it in my direction, "I got this for your mother for those times when I've been a little rough on her so that I can fuck her again without having to wait until she's recovered."

He sat back down next to me, "If I rub a little of this into your tender parts, by bedtime, you'll be ready for sex again, even if you're in real pain right now!"

He eased the hem of my dress up, exposing me to my belly button, I looked nervously towards the back door and then towards the living room door, I could see my mother sitting in her favourite seat watching her soaps on the TV. When I looked back at my father, he was just squibbing a little of the cream on the end of his middle finger, he put the tube of cream down on the table and then he lifted my left leg. He rubbed a little of the cream around my pussy lips before easing his middle finger up into my vagina and rotating it around inside my body. I was looking from the back door to the living room, expecting Sarah or my mother to walk in at any moment and suddenly I had a massive orgasm, he grinned at me as I pushed at his wrist to try and push his hand away from my pussy.

"Now..." dad squirted a little of the cream onto the tip of his little finger, "...stand up and turn your back to me..." he put the lid back on the tube and put it down on the table again as I turned my back on him, "...this will feel a little funny but in an hour or so, you'll be able to take the biggest cock on any man up your bottom."

I looked over my shoulder, I had the palms of my hands on the seat that I had been sitting on, dad flipped the back of my dress over the small of my back and he aimed his little finger at my bottom, there was a stinging pain as his little finger entered my bottom but the pain was only fleeting and he'd pushed the whole of his little finger up my bum with no further pain, "Once this door has been opened, you can use anal sex whenever you want sex with a boy but don't want to risk a baby!"

His hand position looked very awkward, he had his little finger up my bum as far as it could reach but he was struggling to keep his middle finger clear of my buttocks because it was still covered in a thick coating of the cream. Does this feel comfortable?"

I nodded my head.

There was a sudden movement, he pulled his little finger out of my bum hole and quickly replaced it with his much longer and fatter middle finger in one swift movement, he wasn't so gentle with his middle finger, he rammed it all the way up very hard, just like he was punching me in the arse and then started twisting his fist around, "Is that still okay darling?"

I hardly felt a thing apart from the sudden feeling of fullness up my bum, I nodded my head, "It doesn't hurt at all!"

He started pulling my anal muscle to the left, then to the right, he was stretching my bum but the soothing cream meant that I had to actually look at his finger to see what he was doing because I could hardly feel anything. He did a dozen left to right rotations of the stretching movement before he changed up to up and down movements, and after a dozen of those, he pulled his middle finger almost all the way out before sliding his index finger in alongside his middle finger and started the whole process over again but with two fingers up my bum this time.

He pulled his fingers out of my bum hole, then he slapped my bare buttocks playfully, "Okay, we're done here for the moment, you can stand up now!"

I stood up and my dress fell back into place, just as my mother walked into the kitchen, she trailed her hand over dad's shoulder and neck, she looked at his hand, well, his fingers...well, she seemed to focus in on his index, middle and little fingers as she massaged his neck, she bent over and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "You'd better wash your hands before dinner darling!"

Dad stood up, he kissed me on my cheek, then he whispered in my ear, "Go up and wash between your legs, don't wash inside your cunt though, let the cream have time to work its miracle!"

Mum stopped me, "Where's your sister Dawn?"

"Well, she was right behind me when we left the park!"

I ran over to the kitchen door, Sarah was down the garden, she was kicking a football against the back of dad's shed. I told my mother, "Hasn't that girl had enough of playing football, she's been out all day kicking that bloody ball about. Tell her that it's time to come in for dinner and to wash her hands."

I passed my mother's message on to Sarah and then ran up the stairs ahead of her so that I could wash my hands and between my legs before dinner.

We ate at the kitchen table, dinner was over by seven thirty and I was detailed to wash the dinner dishes while Sarah was told to dry up. We'd finished the pots by eight o'clock and I walked into the living room, mum and dad were cuddling on the sofa when I walked in, his hand was up under the hem of her dress. I'd seen that kind of thing before between them when I walked in on them in a cuddle, in the past, mum had always pushed his hand out from under her dress but tonight she didn't, she actually parted her knees a little wider and his hand slipped even further up under her dress.

Mum fixed me in the eye, "Where's Sarah?"

I gestured with my head towards the kitchen, "Ball...still light out!"

"Okay, you take your bath now...it's been a hot and sweaty day outside today so make sure that you wash everything carefully, this is the time of year when you can develop thrush overnight...oh, and put your summer nighty on...no bra or knickers under it, it's going to be over twenty eight centigrade all night tonight!"

I walked towards the stairs and looked back, dad was now openly masturbating mum, she had no knickers on and neither of them were looking at me, they were in a deep kiss as dad finger fucked her.

I climbed into the bath and spent thirty minutes washing myself all over, the bathroom door opened and Sarah stomped in, "I can't believe it, it's still light outside and we're being sent to bed...shift up Dawn, make a little room for me!"

I stopped myself pointing out to Sarah that she didn't like to share anything with me, I just slid along the bath a little to let her step in with me.

"Robin wants to fuck you tomorrow!"

"And you don't mind?"

"Of course not...he isn't my boyfriend or anything...just a boy that I like to hang out with and we help each other get off when we can!"

"What about Gordon?"

"Well, if he hasn't got a girlfriend by tomorrow, I'll let him do me up my bum while Robin does you!"

"Is Gordon likely to get a girlfriend by tomorrow?"

"He's out on the pull tonight with his friends, he'll try to talk some women into bed with him and if he does, he'll sleep with her for a few days before he starts sniffing around me again."

I got out of the bath and dried myself as Sarah washed herself in the bath, her hair encased in a shower cap as usual to keep it dry, when she washed her hair, it took three hours to dry it so hair washing was a rare occasion.

I pulled my nighty on over my head with nothing under it.

"Dawn, you aren't going down to the living room dressed like that are you...at least put a dressing gown on or mum will go ape-shit on your arse!"

"Mum told me to wear this nighty with nothing under it!"

I stopped with Sarah until she was finished, she had dried herself and dressed the same way that I was, we went down stairs together, dad smiled at both of us but mum wasn't so happy that Sarah and I were dressed exactly the same because she wouldn't be able to tell us apart.

I spotted that both mum and dad had changed, they had both swapped their clothes for dressing gowns, dad's legs were bare, so he obviously didn't have his pyjamas on under his dressing gown.

Mum said, "Did you do your homework today girls?"

Sarah shook her head while I nodded mine.

"Right, Sarah, you can spend an hour on your homework in your bedroom, Dawn can watch a little TV as she's done her homework!"

I went to sit on the single chair opposite the sofa that mum and dad were sitting on as Sarah grudgingly left the room muttering about how unfair life was at times, as soon as the door closed, dad stopped me sitting on the seat opposite him, "Why don't you come here and sit on my knee darling...just like you did when you were a toddler!"

I stopped short of the seat, turned and walked over to my mum and dad, I turned my back to him and started to sit down on his knee, Dad's hands were under my armpits, lifting me up and pulling me further onto his knee or rather up onto his lap. There was a movement as my bum was about to touch his dressing gown covered lap. Mum had pushed his dressing gown open a little, exposing most of his thighs but more, she also flicked the back of my nighty up so that my bare buttocks were against his thigh.

We sat like that watching TV, it was a DVD rather than a TV channel, a slightly rude film, very old men picking up very young girls for sex. We sat watching TV for an hour, as we watched the film, I could feel my father growing against my bottom, he was kissing mum and playing with her body, with his left hand, as she sat on our right. And as he kissed and fondled her with one hand, he was fondling me through my nighty with the other.

I was dividing my time between watching the film and looking at my father's hand inside my mum's dressing gown, fondling her breasts and down between her legs...the film was a blue film but a very mild one, you saw one old man picking up a girl dressed in school uniform, they flirted a while and then the man took his shirt off, he pulled the girl into his bedroom and he started undressing her as his bedroom door closed and then the film moved on to the next scene.

At exactly the hour mark, the, 'The End', literal rolled up the TV screen over the top of yet another elderly man seducing a very young girl. Mum slapped my bare thigh, "Time for bed darling!"

The usual pattern would be for mum to send me and Sarah up to bed and she and my dad would follow around an hour later but tonight, before I'd had a chance to move, the TV had been turned off and mum was walking towards the door out to the stairs. I was shuffling forwards but dad held me back until the door had closed.

"Did you clean yourself out properly in the bath darling?"

I nodded my head.

"Both holes?"

I shook my head, I'd washed my pussy out thoroughly but had no idea how to wash a bum hole out, "Just the front one!"

I was eased off of his knee and started to follow my mother but was stopped, "You need to clean your bottom first!"

I was pulled from the living room, through the kitchen and into the utility room and the shower room at the back of the utility.

Dad opened the door to the cupboard under the hand basin and fished out a rubber hot water bottle...no...it looked like a rubber hot water bottle but there was a length of rubber tubing leaving the bottom of the bottle and at the end of the tube was a large, black, 'Pawn' from a chess set.

Dad gathered the pawn and held it close to the open end of the water bottle, then he emptied a sachet of powder into the top of the bottle before filling it with warm water and shaking the whole contraption to mix the powder and water together. He lowered the pawn a little until a little of the mixture spurted out of a little hole in the head of the pawn. There was a little tap under the base of the pawn that was pressed to stop the flow.

"Right darling, stand in the shower tray, hold your nighty up out of the way and turn to face the back wall please."

I complied and looked over my shoulder as my father walked up behind me, he plugged the pawn into my bum hole, the pawn was quite large but I hardly felt it entering my bum...the tap was released and the water bottle lifted up to the height of my head, I felt the warm water flooding up into my body as my father kissed me on my lips. We stood like that for about ten minutes, dad was kissing me and fondling my body through my nighty with his free hand until the bottle was empty.

"Sit on the toilet for thirty minutes until the water that I've just put into you has finished emptying out and then go up to your bedroom and wait for me, I'm going to look after your mother's needs for about an hour and then I'll join you in your bedroom!"

I sat on the toilet and waited, I could feel all kinds of bubbling deep inside my belly and then suddenly there was a massive farting sound and the world seemed to fall out of my bottom, just as the sound of bedsprings started above my head, mum and dad's bedroom was at the back of the house, their bed must have been right above the shower room in the utility area. It took mum about thirty seconds before she was gasping with pleasure.

Far from taking thirty minutes to feel totally empty, it took just five minutes before I was wiping my bottom and flushing the toilet.

I turned the lights off as I left the utility and realised that the light in the back garden, by dad's shed, had been left on, Sarah's ball must have hit the light switch because it was still light when she was called to come in to take her bath but it was dark now and I could clearly see the light fixed to dad's shed. I knew that I was a little inappropriately dressed but if I left the light at the bottom of the garden on, Sarah would catch hell from dad in the morning so I took the risk and ran down the garden wearing just my thin summer nighty and nothing else.

As I stepped out into the back garden I realised that the sound of my mum and dad fucking was far louder in the back garden because their bedroom windows were wide open.

As soon as I reached the shed, I hit the switch and killed the light, leaving me standing a hundred yards from the house in total darkness. I was just about to return to the kitchen but froze as a powerful dog barked somewhere at the side of the house, a dog barked and a man's voice, "What is it Satan...can you smell your girlfriend, boy, or is it the smell of John and Vicky fucking that's taken your interest?"

There was another bark followed by, "Sarah, you out there darling, it's me, Tom Baker and Satan!"

Tom was one of our near neighbours, he had a massive dog, something from South Africa that was bread to bring down runaway slaves in the days when they had slaves, I think they called it a 'Ridge Back' because of the colour change in the sandy coloured hair down its spine. Tom was walking along the footpath at the side of our house that led to the fields behind our houses, Tom took his dog to crap on the fields because they were closer to us than the park where most people in the village took their dogs to use as a toilet.

They had reached the point on the path that was opposite the back corner of our house, I could just make them out in the faint glow from the streetlight opposite my bedroom window. The massive dog was standing on its hind legs, straining at his leash and scenting in my direction, "Oh, so it isn't John and Vicky's smell then boy, is she down there somewhere boy...is it Sarah that you want to get at?"

I took a deep breath, Tom and Satan would be walking past me any minute so I may as well just get it over with, I started walking towards the house, "It's not Sarah Mr Baker, just me, Dawn!"

"Ahhh! Hi Dawn, Satan's probably confusing your smell from his girlfriend's as you're twins...so, what are you doing so far away from your books?"

"Sarah was kicking her ball against the shed and she must have tripped the light on but it was light so she didn't realise it so I just popped out to turn the light off before I go up to bed."

I saw Tom looking at my mum and dad's bedroom window, "Sounds like your mum and dad have beaten you to bed Dawn my dear!"

I looked from Tom to the window too, "Yes!"

I was level with the garden gate now, I was just six feet from the back door as well as the same distance from the gate, "Why don't you come over and say goodnight to Satan Dawn darling...he missed his date with Sarah earlier tonight, she must have been too busy with someone else!"

I tossed a mental coin, heads, straight into the house, tails, go and fuss Satan's head for a few seconds...'Heads'...'okay, best of three'. I walked over to the gate without tossing the coin a further two or more times.

Satan's head was level with the top rail of the gate so it was easy to pat his head and scrub my finger tips through the short ginger hair between his ears. Tom did the same, or similar, to me, he ruffed the hair on top of my head before stroking down towards my cheek, as his hand smoothed its way down, he whispered, "Satan would love to smell you!"

I moved my hand from the top of Satan's head and held it under his nose, "Not like that, open the gate so he can smell you properly!"

Another coin toss, another ignored result. I stepped back a foot and unlatched the gate as my mother reached yet another howling orgasm, I looked over my shoulder to their window again as I pulled the gate open wide. Satan made a jump at me, not up me, his nose went straight between my legs, pushing the fine mesh of my summer nighty against my pussy.

Tom stepped in as well, his right hand captured my head, fingers behind my neck, thumb on my throat, his left hand tugged at the front of my nighty, pulling it up from between Satan's nose and my pussy. Tom kissed me as Satan started to lick between my legs.

"Just one more orgasm darling and then I'll have to go or I'll end up emptying my balls in you and then I won't have the strength to visit our Dawn!"

'Mental note to self', I must talk to dad about how clearly his voice travels in the night when his bedroom windows are open.

The front of my nighty was dropped on top of Satan's head and Tom's left hand cupped under my right breast, "Sounds like we don't have long enough to play Dawn darling...pity though, I'd love to see Satan covering you as you sucked my cock but it sounds like daddy has plans for his little angel tonight."

I heard my mother building up to yet another screaming climax, Tom said, "Looks like you'd better get off to bed Dawn or your dad will be asking awkward questions and I'll have to take care of Satan's hard cock myself tonight!"

I walked from the gate to the back door, one last look over my shoulder and I saw that Tom Baker wasn't joking about looking after Satan's hard cock himself, as I walked into the kitchen, Tom was masturbating his dog out on the footpath by our open back garden gate.

I ran up the stairs, if my mother's orgasm was going to be her last, she was making the most of it and making it last.

I left my bedroom door open and realised that the sound insulation between my parent's bedroom and mine was brilliant, in the passageway, I could only just hear my mother baying at the moon through her orgasm but in my room, all was silent.

Mum was right, it was really hot in my bedroom, even with all the windows open. My bedroom was on the south side of the house so the sun had been beating down on it for most of the day. Mum and dad's bedroom went all the way across the house, a window in the south wall like mine and another in the north facing wall, so at least they got a cross draught from the two windows. My bedroom was next to theirs and on the other side was the bathroom, Sarah's bedroom was across the passageway from mine and was the same size as my bedroom and the bathroom put together.

I heard dad's bedroom door open, he walked past my door and into the bathroom. I heard him peeing, the toilet flushed and then he was at my door.

"You still awake Dawn darling?"

"Yes!"

"Is it okay for me to come in?"

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked over towards my door...the street light picked out my father's totally naked body in my doorway, his cock was massive and rampant, standing out from his body and pointing straight at me.

"Yes!"

Dad walked over to my bed and sat at my side, he leaned over and kissed me, he stated to pull the front of my nighty up, exposing my pussy but then he had to stop because my bum was trapping my nighty, he didn't ask, I just pressed down with my heels and shoulders, freeing my nighty and allowing him to expose my breasts. I relaxed and then lifted my shoulder up off of the bed, he pulled it all the way off over my head.

We kissed as he explored my body with his fingers and I'd automatically taken his cock in my hand and was rubbing him off the way I'd done to Gordon earlier.

We kissed and stroked for thirty minutes before dad wriggled his body around, lining his body with mine, he pushed his cock into me and said, "Lovely and tight...it was worth fucking your mother for over an hour just to feel this...she's happy with whatever I do...just so long as I fuck her first!"

One hour of vaginal intercourse later and he pulled out of me, "I'd like to show you what sodomy is all about, it won't hurt you because of the soothing cream earlier, all you have to do is turn over for me!"

I rolled onto my face, a little additional research for my history project!

It took dad fifteen minutes to cum in my bum, he swore, "Fuck it, I didn't want to cum so quickly...sorry darling, I won't get another erection tonight...still, there is always tomorrow!"

It was a little strange...I was actually feeling jealous because my dad went straight from shooting his spunk up my bum to going back to bed with my mother but that feeling of betrayal drifted away as I fell asleep.

Sarah bounced into my bedroom at first light...well, not quite, first light was four o'clock, Sarah jumped on my bed at six, "Come on Dawn, wake up, Robin's desperate to fuck you. We need to have breakfast and leave mum a note, we'll say that I'm teaching you how to play football or something!"

"Mum will never believe that, I have three left feet, if I tried to play football, I'd end up in hospital!"

In the kitchen I started to eat my breakfast, I had a mouthful of Coco pops when I mumbled a, "did you have a date with Mr Baker yesterday?"

Sarah shook her head, "No, I didn't have anything on yesterday...totally empty diary!"

"Well, Mr Baker seemed to think that you had a date with him!"

Sarah dipped her hand into her shoulder bag and she dragged her diary out, she opened it and turned the page to face me, "See, totally empty...all week long!"

I held her hand steady so that I could read the page she was presenting to me, "Yes, totally empty all week but today is the twenty-seventh of June, not the fourth of July!"

Sarah snatched the diary away from me, she turned back a page and read, 'Monday the fourteenth of June', she blew on the edge of the page, there were two pages stuck together, a small spot of toffee had glued the paged together, when Sarah parted them, she found that she had a football match on today and not very long to get ready for the match.

"You'll have to visit Robin on your own...pity though, I would have loved to watch him fucking you!"

"And Mr Baker...what about his date yesterday, it sounded to me like he was thinking that he'd see you today!"

Sarah blushed a little, the first time I'd seen her blush in years, she turned her face from me and mumbled, "That's not an appointment that you can stand in for me Dawn darling!"

"Why, because your date is really with Satan and not Tom Baker?"

The blush deepened, Sarah loved teasing me, she'd done it for years and now I was getting a little of my own back on her...and it felt great to be dishing it out, rather than taking it!

Sarah was running around like a mad woman to get her stuff ready before she had to be at school to get the team bus to Wellingborough to her ten o'clock fixture in the inter-county challenge football match, so I'd be alone for most of the day.

'Read...or...walk?' That little voice was asking me, 'Or, write up your history project?'

I swapped my nighty for a summer dress, I didn't bother with underwear, I left the house dressed exactly the way that Sarah usually did but I didn't have a massive sports bag over my shoulder.

I walked past Tom Baker's house and Satan jumped up at the front door, barking its head off. I smiled inwardly, Tom's head suddenly appeared at his open bedroom window, Satan had obviously woken him.

"Hi Dawn, where's Sarah this morning?"

"Football in Wellingborough Mr Baker...it's a competition, she'll be there all day!"

"That's a pity dear, I don't think that my hand really took the edge off of Satan's ardour last night and I promised him that his girlfriend would visit us today...I was sure of it!"

Satan's head suddenly appeared between Tom and the windowsill barking at me and sniffing at the air to get my scent.

Tom looked down at Satan's head and then back to me, a smile crossed his face, "Hey, if you fancy a little drink with me and Satan at any time Dawn, the back door is always open!"

I walked a little further down the road with a coquettish wiggle in my hips. I looked back over my shoulder and Tom was still at his bedroom window fussing Satan between his ears, just watching me as I walked along, I wasn't really going anywhere, Sarah had told me to go to the park, Robin would be waiting on the park for me when I was ready for him to fuck me but I might have to wait a little if he was playing football, apparently, a fuck was no substitute for a game of football, I thought, 'Fuck that!'

I turned on my heels and went back to Tom's house, I opened the front gate and stepped into his front garden, I looked up at the bedroom window, Tom had a broad grin on his face as I walked down the path and along the side of his house. The back gate was already open and so was the back door in just a second.

The kitchen was in a mess, typical of a man living alone with no woman to look after him, the living room was also in a messy state, I opened the door leading to the stairs, I could hear Satan whining and growling, also I could hear his claws skitting on a hard surface. Tom called out from the bedroom, "Dawn, there's a bottle and two glasses on the sideboard, bring them up for me please!"

I returned to the living room, there were three bottles, white rum, vodka and gin but he was right, there was only two glasses. I'd never tasted alcohol before, kids at school always said that vodka was the hardest spirit to smell on someone's breath and as that bottle was the fullest, I picked that one and the two glasses.

Tom's bedroom door was wide open, I just walked in and froze. I wasn't sure what to expect, entering a strange man's bedroom like that so early in the morning. Tom sat there totally naked, one hand gripping Satan's collar to stop him running at me and the other hand rubbing his cock, the bedroom had a massive bed in it, bigger than my parent's bed at home and rather than a carpet on the floor, it was laminate flooring that was scratched all over by Satan's claws.

"Close the door darling!"

I kicked it closed and then offered Tom the bottle and glasses, he let Satan go free and the dog bowled into me, knocking me to the floor. I tried to get up but Satan was on me, he pushed me so that I was face down on my hands and knees and hooked his front legs over my hips and pulled my bottom into him, there were five misguided thrusts before Tom helped and pointed Satan's cock in the right direction and suddenly I had another first, my first experience of bestiality and sex with a dog was a real eye opener, especially when you think it's all over and the dog is in as far as it can go, a simple press on its buttocks and suddenly there is a whole other three inches of length as well as six or seven inches of girth to come.

As soon as Satan was fully seated, Tom moved around in front of me and fed his cock into my mouth so that I could suck his cock while Satan rocked through his orgasm deep in my belly.

I wasn't able to use my hand on Tom's cock because of the weight and power of Satan, I needed both hands on the floor to hold up our combined weights so it was left to Tom to do most of the work of getting himself off in my mouth, he was only the second man that I'd sucked and suddenly I was an expert on cock sucking, I knew that to get the man off in my mouth, I would need my hand to massage his cock as well as my mouth to get him off with any kind of speed. As Tom pushed into my mouth, he pushed me back into Satan so Satan wasn't cooling down and about every five minutes, I felt a little twitch from his cock as he fired off a little more of his juice into my belly.

Satan had mounted me at eight o'clock in the morning and at ten o'clock, he was still filling me but at least Tom had emptied his balls into my mouth so he wasn't pushing me back on Satan's cock. At ten thirty, Satan finally fell from my cunt and dumped a gallon of thin spunk onto the laminate flooring...that explained why Tom didn't have carpets on his bedroom floor, it would have been hell to clean the floor after a cum-dump like that. Satan ran away to the corner of the room and curled up into a ball to lick his cock clean.

Tom put a towel on his bed to catch Satan's dribble from my pussy and we sat drinking warm vodka and chatting on his bed for thirty minutes.

I discovered that Tom had been a casual lover of April when she was twelve or thirteen, but only after she discovered that she was pregnant and he had first fucked Sarah when she was nine but it took him a year of constant badgering to get her to 'Stand' for Satan and after that date, she let Satan mount her around once a month.

At eleven o'clock there was silence, my inner voice said, 'say something or the two of you could be here all day just sitting in the nude, looking at each other.'

"I'll have to go home for my lunch soon Mr Baker...I've been out all morning!"

Tom was spurred into action, he rolled his body close to me and kissed me, "Can I fuck you before you go home please?"

I smiled at him, "Okay but you can only have half an hour and then I have to go home."

I was on the bed, on my back and Tom was between my thighs, totally straight missionary sex which surprised me a lot.

As we fucked, Satan got a renewed interest in me, he danced around my lower body until Tom told him that he'd had his turn and he couldn't fuck me again.

Satan moved up to my face and was licking around my mouth. Tom held his upper body off of mine and he pulled four pillows into a pile under my head, as soon as my head was lifted, Satan jumped over my face and I ended up sucking Satan's cock as Tom fucked me. Fortunately, as soon as Tom was finished with my cunt he pulled Satan away from my face and allowed me to put my dress back on.

Mum was cooking lunch when I got home, she was in a very good mood, unusual for her on a Sunday, she didn't even ask me where I'd been for the last four or five hours...what she did say was, "Lunch will be a little late darling, me and your father have only just got up!"

I looked into the living room, "Where's dad?"

"He's just popped over to the 'Men's Club', he's in a good mood and I think he's doing a little bragging amongst his friends!"

I got my history project out of my school bag and sat in my bedroom to actually write up my history project. I'd chosen the title, 'How We Lived During WWII!'

I'd picked Anya Bismarck's story to centre my project around, the basics was, two million German troops heading east, killing or enslaving every man in their path and raping every women and girl that they found and that barbarism went on for four years and then the war turned and the Russian troops invaded Germany, they only had five or six months to repay the German population for four years of brutality and they did that by raping everything with two legs, men, women and children. There was more to my story, like Anya's pride for four years, the way she worked long days in the stolen fields of Poland to grow food to feed her fellow countrymen and I ended the project with the fact that Germen women would rather kill themselves and their daughters if the Russian soldiers raped them to prevent a generation of Russian bastards populating Germany...a true 'Scorched Earth' policy in the most brutal terms.

I didn't expect a good mark from my project but I knew at least that I'd be the first girl in the county to take that tack and that I'd certainly make my history teacher think about the subject in a different way...knock a little of the stuffing out of his puffed up chest!

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