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The Dream House
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

This is the tale of a girl who tries to keep a little 
white lie a secret from her fiancé, but in doing so, 
leaves herself open to much more serious consequences. 
(MMF, rluc, blkmail)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: All of my stories include descriptions 
of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. 
Please do not read this story if you are offended by 
perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal 
age of consent for your own country. These stories are 
pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or 
deceased.

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At the time this story took place, I was 19, with only 
3 months to wait until my wedding day. My name is Kate, 
and I was engaged to marry Brian. Brian was 39, and had 
a very successful business designing houses. He'd 
designed one especially for us, and we were having it 
built in one of the most picturesque places in England, 
the Dove Dale valley. Getting planning permission in 
this area is almost impossible, but my Brian knows 
whose strings to pull, and what loopholes are available 
in the planning regulations.

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

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

Now another thing Brian had given me orders on was what 
to wear, or to be more accurate, "I don't want you 
arriving up there with nothing on."

"What are you on about?"

"You know what I mean, its ok you lounging about out 
here (we were in my mom's back garden) soaking up the 
sun showing off your belly button, but make sure you 
put something a bit more respectable on when you go up 
there. I don't want all those men leering at you." He 
could be such an old fuddy-duddy at times, it wasn't as 
though I was naked; I'd got a bikini on. And anyway, I 
wouldn't have gone out dressed in just a bikini.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hang-on love."

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

Then he was at my open car door. 

"I guess you'll be the Mrs Howard to be?"

"Yes. But I'm not a Howard yet, and anyway, you can 
call me Kate. Are you Mr Johnson?"

"That's me, but you just call me Stan. I'm the one 
building your little love nest for you. Well what do 
you make of this then? It's a rum old storm and no 
mistake. Looks like you only just got off that valley 
road in the nick of time. We've been a watching you 
make your way along the valley. There's one thing for 
sure, there won't be anyone using that road again 
today. I shouldn't wonder we'll all be marooned out 
here until tomorrow."

I hadn't thought that far ahead, and when he said it, I 
suddenly realised how serious this was. A few minutes 
later, and me and my little car could have been swept 
away never to be found again. A sudden wave of fear 
came over me, and I began to shake. 

"Here my dear. Come-on don't fret, you'll be safe up 
here."

He'd knelt down, bent forwards into the car, and taken 
hold of me around my shoulders, pulling me to his 
chest. I had turned into a gibbering wreck; I just let 
my face bury itself into his shoulder, and began 
blubbering like a baby. 

"That's right my dear, you let it all out, I bet that 
gave you a right old scare. Here, take my hanky, it 
ain't the cleanest, but it'll dry them tears for you."

He was so patient and kind, kneeling in a big muddy 
puddle, just to comfort me. And I had no idea why I was 
crying, I hadn't been hurt. But gradually I did sort of 
come to my senses, and started to take in the 
situation.

"How's that, feel a bit better now?"

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

No matter what he was saying, my eyes kept straying 
back to get a look. It was only the head of his cock, 
but such a big fat head, and it was as though the one 
eye was looking back at me.

"Are you feeling better now?"

I suddenly came to my senses, and realised he was 
talking to me.

"Yes, yes thank you. I don't know what came over me."

Now I'd gone from gibbering wreck, to bitch on heat. 
And as well as the heat I could feel in my neck and 
face, my tummy was all butterflies, and my pussy began 
to pulsate.

"You look like you could do with a lie down." 

Well he was right about that, and I needed him lying 
down on top of me! But I could hardly tell him that. 

"No I'll be alright, sorry; I don't know why I broke 
down like that." 

"It's only natural my dear, its not every day you come 
that close to meeting your maker. But it's all over 
now. Look here's some of the lads coming; they'll give 
me a hand to get you inside."

"Is she ok boss?"

He was right, we were being joined by at least five 
more men, all like him, well built, and dressed in only 
ragged looking shorts. But as they arrived at the car 
door, I noticed their eyes were all focused as one, and 
the target for their attention was my crotch. I then 
realised I was still sitting with my feet perched on 
the door sill, but with all the attention Stan had been 
giving me, my knees had fallen open to allow him to get 
close enough to comfort me. 

As I told you, I'd been home and changed into a little 
tennis outfit I'd just bought, it was a loose fitting 
cotton blouse, with a short cotton skirt with built-in 
knickers. But at least the knickers were reasonably cut 
so they did protect my modesty as I sat there with all 
eyes focused. At this point, I was glad I'd at least 
paid token attention to Brian's advice; maybe he wasn't 
such a fuddy duddy after all.

"Yes she'll be ok, but we need to carry her to the 
house."

"No, I'm ok, I can walk."

"Don't be silly Kate, you'll get yourself plastered. 
Anyway, without boots on, you never know what you might 
get your feet caught on. I don't suppose you fancy a 
fire-mans lift?"

"What's one of them?"

"You know, I'll bend down, and you just lean over my 
shoulder."

I didn't get time to answer, but my expression must 
have said it all.

"Ok I'll take that as a no."

"We could take a leg each, and Kate could put her arms 
around our shoulders." Came the suggestion from one of 
his men.

"What about putting an old sack in the wheelbarrow, and 
she could sit in there?" Came another man's suggestion.

"You could have an idea there; but it'd be very hard on 
her bottom, and she'd get all mucked up. But if I sat 
in the barrow, she could sit on my lap." Was Stan's 
solution. 

I didn't like the idea of being slung over his 
shoulder, or being carried by two men with my legs held 
wide apart. But sitting on his lap, with that big fat 
cock touching my legs was definitely a no no.

So instead, I made my own suggestion, "I've got an old 
travel blanket in the back of my car, if I put that in 
your barrow, it should be ok for that distance." 

"Ok Jim, get the barrow, and make sure you put a few 
empty cement sacks in there first. Right Kate, where's 
this blanket?"

I knelt up onto my seat, and stretched over the back to 
get the blanket. Then as I turned back and gave it to 
Stan, one of the men helped me to my feet, and I was 
stood in my car doorway, on the sill waiting for my 
transport to arrive.

As Jim turned the barrow to face back to the house, I'd 
expected him to bring it in close enough for me to step 
into. But with my car door open, this prevented them 
getting the barrow close, so it was some feet away. 
Then without asking, one man moved into the doorway 
either side of me, and pulled my arms around their 
shoulders.

"You ready for this?" Said one of them.

I thought, are well, I've got to get to the barrow one 
way or another, so I replied, "As I'll ever be."

With that, their hands took hold under my knees, and I 
was lifted into a horizontal position, with legs wide 
open, and carried the few feet to the barrow. They then 
lowered my bottom into the barrow, while still holding 
my legs up high. I'd got my arms from their shoulders, 
and placed my hands firmly onto the sides of the 
barrow, but they still had my legs held high. 

"Hey! Come-on, let go of my legs."

"Yes come-on lads, you've had your fun." Said Stan.

With that my feet were carefully placed down into the 
barrow, but it still meant my legs were bent double, 
with my knees up high, allowing everyone a good look up 
my skirt.

But as they began the slow walk back towards the house, 
the men were all walking in a tight circle around the 
barrow.

"Sorry about that Kate, they didn't mean any harm. You 
know what these lads are like for larking about. I hope 
they didn't upset you? You won't be complaining to that 
fiancé of yours will you?"

"No, don't be silly, it wasn't as though anyone touched 
me. I'm not like my Brian; I'm a working class girl. I 
wasn't really worried; I knew they were just having 
fun."

"Well that's real sporting of you my dear, from what 
I've seen of your Brian, I recon he'd have gone ape-
shit. Excuse my French."

"You're right, and I don't think he'd approve of me 
getting a ride like this in this barrow either."

"Not with all my lads here gawking at your knickers."

"Well that's all they will see! This is a tennis skirt 
with sewn-in knickers; it's made to keep prying eyes 
from seeing things they shouldn't ought to see."

"Hey that's my phone."

Off ran Stan splashing his way from one puddle to 
another as he raced across to a caravan that was 
perched up on bricks at the side of the house. They 
used the caravan as office/canteen while they were on 
site. Stan had arrived at the caravan, and within a 
couple of seconds the end window opened, and he was 
leaning out of it, waving the phone in his hand.

"It's your fiancé, and he sounds in a bit of a state. 
Come-on Jim get her over here as quick as you can."

Jim started trying to get a move-on, but the barrow 
began bouncing me about, almost throwing me out as the 
barrow wheel bumped over the rough ground and rubble. 

"Hold-up there Jim, you'll have poor little Kate tipped 
out on the ground at that rate."

Jim stopped the barrow, and Ken, lent across, putting 
one arm under my knees, and his other around my back.

"Come on love, get your arm around my neck and hang on, 
otherwise he'll have your little bottom all black and 
blue."

Without thinking I just did as he'd said, and next 
second he was running across the site, as Stan had done 
splashing from puddle to puddle.

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

So perched up high in the air, I took hold of the 
phone.

"Hello."

"Are, there you are. I've been worried sick. The roads 
are all closed around here, and I can't even get out of 
Buxton."

While I'm busy trying to talk to Brian, all the men 
were congregating in front of where I was sitting.

"I'm ok. There was no need for you to worry."

"What about your mom, is she there with you?"

I knew he would only get all screwed-up if I told him I 
was up here by myself; so I told Brian lie number one.

"Yes, she's here. We're both ok thanks."

"Ok, I'll try getting out of Buxton on the Macclesfield 
road, and coming into the valley from the other end. 
It'll probably take me some time, but I'll let you know 
how I'm getting on later."

"I don't think it's worth you trying. The valley road 
isn't even there any more. There's no way you'll be 
able to get up here."

"What do you mean, isn't there?"

"That's just what I do mean, from here; I can see the 
whole valley is one big wide river, it's flooded to at 
least 100 feet wide."

"So how did you get there?"

"I only just got off the valley road before the flood 
arrived."

"What about your mom?"

"Oh, yes, she was with me in my car."

I told Brian lie number two, and one of the men who 
stood in front of me was wagging his finger, and 
mouthing the words, 'Naughty girl, telling hubby porky 
pies.'

"So you're both unharmed?"

"Yes, we're fine."

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

Without thinking about the phone in my hand, I said, 
"Hey! Pack it in!"

"What's happening, who's there with you?"

"Nothing, just the cat, pulling at the phone cable."

It was the first thing that came into my head, and I 
could hardly tell him I had over half a dozen men 
playing silly buggers, trying to get a peek at my 
knickers!

"Ok, But what are you going to do about getting home, 
shall I get onto the emergency services to see if they 
will get a helicopter out to you?"

"God Brian! Don't be so melodramatic. I'm not going to 
come to any harm having to spend a night out here. I'm 
sure they've got some food, and it isn't as if I'll be 
out here on my own."

"I guess so, but put Johnson on the phone, I want to 
make sure he looks after you properly."

I handed the phone back into the caravan.

"He wants to have a word with you."

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

"Hi darling."

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

"Ok. Bye till tomorrow, love you."

"Night night."


And with that the phone went dead.

"Can I ring my mom, I'd forgotten about her meeting me 
here, I hope she's alright."

Stan held the receiver buttons down, "What's her 
number?"

I told him the number to her mobile (cell phone), and 
within seconds my mom was answering.

"Hello, Mrs Kelly Speaking."

"Hi mom, it's me. Where are you? Are you alright?"

"Oh Kate, I'm so sorry, you wouldn't believe the 
morning I've had. It's absolute murder trying to get 
around town. I don't know if I'm going to be able to 
get out to your house, my little fiat has broken down, 
and I can't get a taxi for love or money."

"So are you still at home?"

"Yes dear, as I said, my cars broke-down."

"But you're alright?"

"Yes why?"

"Look mom, I need to ask you a favour."

"What my dear?"

"Well Brian thinks you're already up here with me."

"Why? Isn't he there?"

"No I only just got off the valley road before the 
whole valley flooded, and the valley road isn't even 
there any more. Brian got stuck in Buxton."

"Oh my God Kate! Are you ok?"

"Yes mom, I got up to the house and I'm quite safe. But 
the problem is, when Brian asked if you were here, I 
knew he'd get worried if he thought I was up here on my 
own with all these builders, so I said you were here 
with me."

"Oh. So what do I do if he comes to my house?"

"You know what he's like; he wouldn't visit you even if 
he knew you were there, so he's hardly likely to come 
to Ashbourne if he thinks you're up here with me."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, I hadn't thought that far ahead. But 
somehow, when the water does recede, I need you to get 
up here before Brian."

Now all the time I've been talking the men around me 
were getting more adventurous, or cruder, depending on 
how you view these things. A couple of them were 
stroking my legs, and I was attempting to get them off 
with slaps, but it was like swatting flies, as soon as 
you slap one, another hand touches somewhere else. But 
more worrying, one man began stroking his dick! It was 
still inside his shorts, but he was pulling the 
material tight as he stroked, showing me its size.

Then Stan began to make gestures as he lent out of the 
window.

"Hang on a second mom. Look you lot, pack-it-in!"

Then I turned to Stan.

"Please Stan tell them to behave themselves."

Stan put his finger on the mute button of the phone, 
meaning my mom wouldn't hear what was being said.

"I've got a pal who's got a Land Rover; I bet if I was 
to phone him up, he'd be able to get your mom here 
using the road over the top of Darwin's peak."

"What you mean get mom out here tonight?"

"No, it's far too treacherous tonight, but maybe some 
time tomorrow morning, before the valley road has 
cleared, and more important for you, before your Brian 
arrives."

"Oh god yes! That would be great. Shall I ask my mom if 
she can be ready?"

"Well maybe."

He was just looking at me with a kind of silly smirk on 
his face, and as he didn't let go of the mute button, 
it was obvious I couldn't ask mom yet.

"Ok. What is the maybe?"

"Well Kate my dear, if I get this arranged for you, and 
we all keep your Brian in the dark about these little 
white lies of yours, is there gonna be any rewards 
coming our way?"

"Like what?"

"If that's your attitude love, then I think I'll cut 
your mom off now, and call your Brian and explain how I 
don't think it right and proper for his fiancé to be 
spending a night out here with all my men, I'm not sure 
I want the responsibility of keeping them under 
control."

"You wouldn't? Please don't do that. If he knew I'd 
been deceitful, he might call off the wedding. What 
were you thinking of for rewards, surely you don't 
expect me to have sex with any of you?"

"God no! Nobody mentioned having sex. But maybe you 
could put on a little bit of a show for the lads?"

"Like what? Strip?"

"Why not? It'll keep them occupied, and that way we all 
get something out of it."

"Just a strip, no touching, and nobody tell anyone what 
went on?"

"That'll do us wont it lads?"

There was a general sort of cheer, and acknowledgment 
with various gestures.

"Ok. But that's as far as it goes. Can I ask mom if she 
can be ready in the morning? What time do you think?"

He let go of the mute button, and said,

"I'll try to get him to be ready for nine o'clock, but 
we won't know until we see how the weather is 
tomorrow."

"Hi mom, sorry about the delay, but Stan, he's the 
builder, he says he has a pal with a 4 x 4 that can 
pick you up tomorrow morning, and bring you here over 
the top of the mountain, using the old dirt track."

"Is that safe?"

"He says they'll wait for the right weather conditions, 
but it will mean you'll be here before the valley road 
is opened, but more important before Brian arrives."

"Ok if you're sure that's what you want?"

"But will you be safe up there with all those men on 
your own?"

"Course I will, it's not like they are going to rape 
me, for gods sake, I know who they are, so they 
wouldn't dare."

Now as I was saying this, I saw at least three of them 
with their shorts pulled down, and dicks in their 
hands, stroking their lengths in a taunting manner.

"Ok my dear, I'll be ready in the morning, night 
night."

"Bye mom."

I handed the phone back to Stan, and as soon as he'd 
put it back down I asked.

"Stan, please tell them."

"Tell them what? They're only showing you how much you 
turn them on."

"But you agreed there'd be no touching?"

"They aren't touching you, are they?"

"No, but I don't exactly feel very safe with them 
playing with their ….. You know what's."

"Well I've heard lots of names for a dick, but that's a 
new one on me. Come on one of you, lift our Kate down 
and we'll take her inside, so she can show us what a 
little mover she is."

Before anyone took a hold of me, "Hang on a minute. You 
promised no touching. Haven't you got some step 
ladders?"

"Bloody hell Kate, don't tell me you object to someone 
lifting you down."

"I know your men, it starts with hands on my waist, and 
before I know it, they'll be sliding them up inside my 
blouse. Just bring some steps, and I'll get myself. 
Ouch oh my bottom."

As I'd been talking, I'd shuffled myself forwards to 
the edge of the wood pile, so as I could climb onto the 
step when they arrived. But this little skirt had slid 
from under me, and the bare cheeks of my bottom were on 
the rough wooden planking. My shuffling had impaled me 
on a splinter. I guess only small, but god did it 
sting.

"What's wrong?"

"I've got a splinter in me."

"Silly girl, Jim, reach up there and lift her, but make 
sure you lift her backwards first, to pull her off the 
splinter. And you Kate, don't struggle, if you'd have 
listened to me in the first place, this wouldn't have 
happened."

Jim reached up, hands on my waist, and lifted, pushing 
me backwards at the same time.

"Ouch!"

I was up from the wood pile, and now he just tipped me 
over his left shoulder, and carried me like I was an 
old kit bag. My arms were dangling down his back, and 
he had both his hands on the inside of my legs about 
six inches above knee height.

"Bring her into the van." Called Stan. Jim did as he 
was told, and then lowered me onto the bed/settee in 
the end of the caravan. Stan knelt down in front of me 
and took hold of my ankles.

"Come on then, let's have your bottom up, and get that 
splinter out for you."

And with that, he was lifting my legs up and tipping me 
onto my back.

"Here Jim, you hold these for me." He said as he passed 
my ankles to Jim, with me now held on my back, ankles 
almost touching my shoulders. Which, of course, meant 
my legs were parted some-what.

"Please, is this necessary?"

"We've got to get it out for you; you wouldn't want it 
turning septic. Now just hold her still. Let's see now, 
are I think that's the little bugger. It's right on the 
edge of your panties."

"Can you see it?"

"Well I can see where it's scratched you. But I think 
it's broken off, I'm not sure if there's still some 
left in."

"Maybe it'll be ok; I can put some cream on it 
tomorrow."

"Don't be a silly girl, I'll hold your legs, and let 
Jim have a look; these young'uns have got better 
eyesight."

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

"Uhhh."

As his fingers made contact I took in a sharp audible 
intake of breath.

"Sorry did that hurt?"

"No. I didn't mean to do it; you just took me by 
surprise."

"Well I'm just going to squeeze it a little, to see if 
I can get it to pop out. You tell me if it hurts."

His fingers began touching all around the area, but 
obviously, as his fingers probed around on one side, 
they were actually touching the outer flesh of my pussy 
lips. And I guess it comes as no surprise; that with 
each and every stroke or probe, a shock wave rippled up 
my pussy. 

Just that would have been bad enough, but as his 
fingers and thumbs pressed and probed; his remaining 
fingers of one of his hands strayed inside my panties, 
and were just gently rippling their way back and forth 
over my pussy lips. I bit my teeth together to prevent 
myself from letting out any of the groans or gasps of 
pleasure that my body was driving me to make, but there 
was no way of preventing my pussy from pouting its 
lips.

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

"I'm sure there's something still in here, but I can't 
seem to get it moving. Can you just open her legs a bit 
wider boss, and I'll try sucking on it, see if that 
does any good."

"I... P-Please... No!"

Stan had just taken my ankle that he was already 
holding, and spread them wide open. Then hearing me 
trying to make some kind of objection, he asked. "Are 
you ok?"

"Please no, just leave it now."

"Don't be a silly girl; it's got to come out. Just let 
me know if it hurts you."

And Jim just carried on as though I'd never spoken, 
although I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. It 
felt like his fingers that were inside my knickers, 
were easing my gusset across! Then as his mouth made 
contact with the splinter area, his little fingers were 
pulled out of my pussy, to be replaced by his first two 
fingers, the size and length left me in no doubt about 
this. But my pussy was so wet and willing; it was as 
though it was sucking them in.

"N-No, please, No."

"What's wrong, is it stinging?"

"Oh god! No. Please tell him to stop."

"Hang on Jim, she's getting upset."

Jim sat up, but his two fingers were still deep inside 
my pussy.

"She don't feel all that upset, I got the impression 
she was enjoying it."

And with that he began giving my pussy a few long 
sliding probes, whilst waiting for my reaction. My 
pussy loved it, and my hips lifted to let him know the 
fact. It sent such a thrill through my body, while he 
kept his fingers moving, I was at a loss to get my 
words out.

Then he stopped, fingers still deep inside me, and he 
waited for me to speak. It must have taken me at least 
half a minute to get myself together.

"Please don't. You promised no touching. I I know I'm 
at your mercy, but please no more."

He slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them to his 
mouth, making sure all the onlookers through the door 
and windows, all got to see what he was doing.

"That is one sweet tasting pussy you've got there Kate, 
I can't believe you don't want to try a length of my 
dick up there."

"Please no. Stan please. I've said I'll do a strip for 
you. But please, let me get up now."

Jim answered, "Hang on love; I haven't got that 
splinter sorted yet. If I keep my fingers out of your 
little twat, do you want me to have another try to see 
if I can suck the little bugger out?"

"It makes sense Kate my love; it'll only turn bad if 
you leave it." Chipped in Stan.

"Ok, but please try not to show too much of me off to 
all these others."

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

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

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

"Are you ok?"

I'd just about come down to earth, and was now feeling 
very embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed.

"You promised me no touching."

"Well no harm done, and you did seem to be enjoying 
it."

"But all the same, you promised."

"Come on no sulking, we didn't hurt you. Anyway, we 
could easily have given you a good old fucking, but we 
didn't. So surely you must be grateful for that?"

I thought for a second and realised he was right, I'd 
expected Jim to have fucked me once he'd got me that 
turned on, so I guess I hadn't got off to badly.

"I guess so." I replied.

I'd sat up by now, and pulled my gusset back across to 
cover up my pussy. 

"Come on then, show me just how grateful you are."

"Oh no. What do you want now?"

"Don't be a spoil sport, come on you told me earlier 
you were a working class girl, like us lot. Don't go 
getting all snooty now."

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Come and sit on my knee, just a little kiss and 
cuddle."

"Just you?"

"Of course, just me, come on, let's be having you."

As I got up and walked towards him, "Ok, but no monkey 
business."

I sat my bottom back onto his knee, and he pulled me up 
close to him, lying me back in his arm as he lent 
across and we began kissing, tongues were swapping 
juices almost immediately, and the on looking audience 
were all making their own comments.

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

I said, "Gasp! Ok. I think we'd better call that it."

"Oh come on, I was just getting into my stride."

"Yes, that's what I was afraid of. Come on, you said 
just a little kiss. And I've let you, well you know, 
you've had my bra off. If we don't stop now, I can see 
you going all the way."

"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to, I don't 
believe in using force."

"I wasn't saying you would force me, but you know how 
to make a girl forget her modesty."

"So now we have it; it isn't me you don't trust, it's 
you. That gives me an idea for a game."

"Oh no, what are you cooking up now?"

Well you've already agreed to strip for the lads, but 
by now, they've seen both your tits and pussy, so 
getting dressed just to strip off is a bit pointless."

"So what are you expecting me to do now?"

"A little game of hide and seek. You hide, and we all 
come looking for you. The one that finds you gets to 
snog (kiss & cuddle) you for ten minutes."

"So if I agree, how many times do you expect me to do 
this for, in other words, how many men do you expect me 
to have a snog with?"

"Well there's only ten of us here, so surely that isn't 
too many?"

"If you're all gonna get a go at me, what's the point 
in me hiding? Anyway, I think if I let five men snog 
me, then that should be good enough."

"So you're game for it, it's just how many times you do 
it that you're not sure about?"

"I'm not sure what I'm letting myself in for. I hide, 
you all look for me. 

Then what? Who ever finds me, gets me on the floor 
there and then, and starts snogging me? Who counts the 
time? Can I be sure he won't do anything else but snog 
me?"

"Ok this is how I see it, first you strip off 
completely."

"You've got to be joking?"

"Why, you agreed to strip, and we've already seen the 
goods. Its lovely hot weather out there and we'll give 
you a big pair of boots to wear so you can splash 
around as much as you like, and without your clothes 
on, you won't get any of your stuff mucked up."

"Ok if I do agree to go around naked, and then I hide, 
what happens when someone finds me?"

"He has to call us all in, and bring you back here to 
the van. Then we give him ten minutes with you on the 
bed."

"So I'm naked on the bed, and he has tem minutes, but 
just kissing?"

"Well like we said earlier, no force, if you say no, we 
will stop him."

"So if he gets me worked up, you'll let him go all the 
way?"

"Only if you do. If you say stop, we'll stop him, 
surely you can resist for ten minutes?"

"I'm not sure about this, doing a strip is one thing, 
but letting you animals loose to maul me is something 
else."

"Come on Kate, it'll only go as far as you let it. And 
if you don't, whose to tell if one of them wont get 
upset at not having had a chance to touch you, and will 
then go blabbing to Brian about you letting Jim and me 
eat your pussy for you."

"Hey! That's not nice. You tricked me into that, and 
anyway, it isn't fair you threatening me."

"Don't get all upset, I wasn't threatening you, I was 
just saying, the lads have been patient so far, and 
they haven't had as much as a sniff of your pussy. This 
is only a game, and it will only go as far as you let 
it, so why are you worried?"

"I'm still not convinced I can trust you to stop 
anyone?"

"I give you my word; all you have to do is say a simple 
no."

"And you promise there won't be anyone holding my mouth 
shut?"

"I swear on my mother's grave."

"Oh well here goes, just five times though, and no more 
than ten minutes each."

"You got it. Here's some boots to put on, they'll be 
too big, but they'll protect your feet while you're out 
there. Now get that skirt off, and we'll give you a 
count up to fifty to let you hide."

I stripped naked, and pulled on these big heavy boots, 
it took me all my time to lift my feet to walk. I must 
have looked a right sight. Then as I made my way 
through the men gathered around the doorway, the hands 
went everywhere, making it difficult to get away from 
the van. The mauling went on for up to maybe a minute, 
then Stan called out of the door.

"Ten, eleven, hey why haven't you gone yet?"

"This isn't fair, I never said I'd let them all grope 
me at once."

"Come on lads, let her go, I'm already on nineteen, 
twenty."

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

"Found her!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'd even had one or two of them suggesting they were 
going to fuck both me and mom when she arrived. So as 
soon as I'd had a quick word with mom, I got Mr Green 
(the man with the 4 x 4 who'd brought mom) to one side 
out of earshot of anyone.

"Look, I can't explain now, but would you like to be 
pushing this big cock of yours up my little pussy?"

At the same time as I'd said it, I'd put my hand on his 
fly, and felt for his dormant dick. He'd about choked, 
as I'd said the word cock and pussy, but his dick began 
to harden the instant my hand stroked across it.

"W what did you?"

I stopped him short, "Sorry to be so crude, and I can't 
explain just now, but if you'll take both me and mom 
back over the mountain right now, I'll meet you when 
and where you like, and let you fuck me. Please just 
say yes."

"W well, yes. Of course, I will. But…"

"I'll explain later, but please don't let anyone talk 
you out of it. Please, I'll suck your cock, or do what 
ever you want, but take us right now."

I turned and walked to my mom, took hold of her arm, 
and walked her towards the man's Land Rover.

"Where are we going?"

"Home, Mr Green has agreed to take us now."

"But I thought we had to be here for when Brian 
arrived?"

"No, I want to get back; we can phone Brian when we get 
over the mountain."

Just then Stan noticed us walking to the vehicle,

"What's happening then?"

Oh its ok, Mr Green is taking us home."

"But I've just put a brew on; you have to let the poor 
man have a cup of tea. Anyway, you're supposed to be 
here to wait for you fiancé. Never mind her Harry; you 
come and get a cuppa."

But as my eyes met Harry's, I let him know without 
words, my offer meant him coming now.

"Its ok Stan, another time, I've got to get the two 
ladies back home. I'll catch you again some time."

And with that he turned and made his way back to his 
Defender, climbed in, and we were soon bouncing our way 
along the muddy track, on the long steady climb over 
the mountain.

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

The evening with Brian at mom's house was uneventful, 
and he'd left to go home by ten. I had a good nights 
sleep, and god did I need it. Next morning I walked to 
the supermarket, and there was Harry waiting, I climbed 
in, and we were off. He pulled into his farm yard, and 
we both got out.

"Where are you going to have me?"

"In my bedroom. Where else?"

"So your wife isn't home?"

"I'm not married."

"You live alone?"

"No, I have three sons; they help me work the farm."

Just then a man aged in his twenties walked out of one 
of the farm buildings, and on seeing us, began walking 
towards us.

"Is that her dad?"

"It certainly is; I told you she was a cracker."

"Oh god dad, I can't wait to see her naked."

I realised I was now in for a fucking by not just one 
man, but it looked like four of them.

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

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

END

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who very kindly gave this story a proof reading, and 
corrected several errors. Hopefully this will aid your 
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