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No Woman's Land
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

A girl finds out that travelling across the Australian 
outback in 1955 was certainly not a journey to be 
undertaken lightly by a lone woman traveller. (MMF, nc)
 
***

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.

***

The place Australia, the year 1955, and me an eighteen 
year old English girl, just completed two years of 
training as a child care assistant. As I’ve got 
relatives in Australia who found me a placement, I was 
able to get me a work Visa for a two year stay. The 
plan was to work for this family as a nanny, looking 
after their two children for the next two years, and 
then if I felt I liked the country, apply for permanent 
residence. 

The family lived way out in the deserted North West 
outback, and they owned a vast area around Jennywren 
that was being mined for minerals of some kind. I had 
been warned the place was very remote, and I’d be one 
of only a very few females living out there. But I took 
the six week boat journey, and looked upon it as a 
holiday before my work placement was due to commence. 

Then once I landed in Australia, I stopped over-night 
at my aunty Sahara’s, and next day I boarded a rail-
train that was to take me far from the inhabited part 
of the country, to a drop-off point between Alice 
Springs and Mud Tank where anyone whose destination is 
west, then has to disembark, and pick-up with a land-
train for the remainder of their journey.

I’m not sure if other people around the world know 
exactly what I mean by those descriptions; the rail-
train was a big old fashioned steam locomotive, pulling 
lots of passenger carriages, as well as freight trucks 
along steel rails. But a land-train is like a massive 
lorry that runs along the dirt roads, pulling about 
three or four big trailers, which would normally be 
used to carry the ore from the mine. But now as the 
train heads back to the mine, it is the method of 
transport used to travel to these remote parts.

My story really starts whilst on the rail train 
travelling to this drop-off point. I’m sitting in this 
compartment with one man, and a mother with two 
children, a boy of around six, and a girl of about 
sixteen. We’d hardly got underway before the woman said 
as she looked across to me,

"Pom eh?"

"Err yes. I’m over here to work as a children’s nanny."

"Didn’t they give you any advice on what to wear?"

"Wear? Why, I’m not dressed inappropriately am I?"

I was wearing a pair of slacks (the ladies version of 
trousers, this was before Jeans had started to be worn 
by girls), and a sort of tennis blouse, and I 
definitely didn’t think that was too sexy.

"That depends where you’re actually going to, but this 
train doesn’t go anywhere, that the stuff you’ve got on 
would be right for."

"I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean, I’m not 
showing any leg, or even anything else for that 
matter."

"Look my dear, out here, men are men, and there ain’t 
many women, but the ones that are here fall into two 
groups. You’re either looked on as a whore or you’re 
treated with respect like one of the family. So I guess 
you looking after children will want to be thought of 
as a family girl, respectable that is. Well dressed in 
pants, unless you can shear sheep, swear, and fight as 
good as a man, you’re gonna’ get one hell of a hard 
time. They’ll reduce you to tears, and you’ll be 
catching the next train home."

"So you think I should wear a dress or skirt?"

"Depends on what kind of dresses you've got?"

"I’ve got some in my case, but I can hardly open that 
now, you know, with that man sitting there."

"Don’t you mind me missy, I won’t take no notice of 
what you’ve got in your case."

"Aw pay him no mind, these Ausi men are like kittens 
when their on there own, it’s only when they get 
together in groups, that they can become a menace. You 
get your case down, and let’s take a look at what 
you’ve got."

I lifted my case down from off the rack above our 
heads, and placed it on the space on the seat next to 
the man.
"See, that’s the first thing you’ll notice. If you’d 
have been in a frock, the second you stood up, you’d 
have seen the men coming in from miles around to lift 
that case down for you."

"Well in that case I’m glad I’m wearing slacks."

"Yes, I guess you could be right, it can sometimes be 
more trouble than its worth, but never-the-less, it 
just shows the difference what you wear makes to how 
you’re treated."

"But if that’s all this is about, I’m used to doing my 
own lifting and carrying."

"No my dear, that is just the niceties, you’ll find a 
lot of men will be very rude and even aggressive 
towards you."

"What’s she expect? Fucking lesbian!"

That was the man sitting opposite, he only mumbled it 
quietly, but we all heard him.

"Hey you! Watch that foul mouth of yours, I’ve got 
young’uns in here."

"Well, what’s she expect? There ain’t enough of it to 
go around out here in the outback, and when you get 
some silly bitch whose got all the goods, and don’t 
know what sex she is; it’s a sin against god, so help 
me.

"That’s as maybe, but there’s no need for bad 
language."

"I’m sorry for my tongue lady, but I bet that there 
young’un of yours knows what she’s a sitting on!"

And with that he’d nodded towards the young girl. She 
didn’t blush or appear to be phased by this crude 
remark, on the contrary, I’m sure she actually eased 
her legs wider apart, and edged the hem of her dress 
just a little higher.

"My Doris has been brought-up right, and I’m sure when 
her time comes, she’ll do her duty and make someone a 
good wife. But don’t you go assuming this here girl is 
any less a woman, just cos’ she’s wearing pants."

Then turning towards me,

"See what I mean? And as I told you, on their own 
they’re like little kittens. But you get a bunch of 
them together, and there’s no telling what they’ll do 
to you. You have to be more careful out here see. The 
coppers (police) are few and far between, and when you 
do find one, it’ll be a man, and he’ll have the same 
attitude."

"But why would he think I’m a lesbian?"

"Look he’s a man, they’ve only got a few brain cells, 
and they’re concentrating on where his next drink is 
coming from."

"Be careful, he’ll hear you."

"So what, he’s no match for me while he’s on his own. 
Anyway girl, lets see what you’ve got that would be 
suitable for you to wear while your travelling."

With that she started rummaging through the clothes in 
my case, the man opposite was taking an interest, and I 
guess trying to get a look at the underwear being 
lifted out onto the seat. 

The lady asked me where exactly I was travelling to, 
and when I told her, she looked very concerned. She 
gave me some very stern warnings about not venturing 
out of the confines of the house I was working in 
without an escort of some kind. She explained that 
women were even rarer in that part of the country than 
they are in the sheep rearing area where she comes 
from. She also said there are more whores in that part 
of the country than respectable women.

"You see the mining companies ship them out on a rota 
basis to keep the miners from returning back to 
civilisation, in case they realise what they’re 
missing, and don’t come back to the mine. So what ever 
we do, although we want the men to know you’re a girl, 
we don’t want you looking cheap, or you’ll have even 
more trouble."

Then suddenly a look of horror came to her face.

"If you’re going out to the Jennywren mine. That means 
you’ll be getting off this train at Arnold’s crossing 
to catch the land train?"

"Yes. Why is that a problem?"

"My god girl, who made your travel arrangements?"

"It was all sorted by my aunt who lives in Melbourne."

"Well either she lives with her head in the sand, or 
she doesn’t like you very much."

"But what’s wrong, I don’t understand?"

"Well she should have told you about what clothes to 
wear, or more to the point, what not to wear. But 
letting you come out here on your own, especially 
having to make a stop at that hell hole. I’d stop over 
with you myself until the road train comes, but that 
would mean me and the young’uns having an overnight 
stay there, and I honestly wouldn’t want to risk that 
with a girl of her age."

"What is it you’re so worried about?"

"There are lots of stories going around about things 
that have happened to women who’ve had to make 
stopovers there. Oh, nothings ever gone to court or 
been proven, but all the same, there’s no smoke with 
out fire."

"But my aunty showed me, it’s a recognised changeover 
point, where the railroad crosses the land train route. 
It got a separate ladies waiting room with its own 
toilet facilities and everything."

"Maybe you’re right, I’ve never even got out there all 
the times we’ve gone past. It just doesn’t have a good 
reputation."

Then she turned to the man opposite,

"Where are you headed for?"

"Same place as the little lesbian."

"So you’ll be getting off with her."

"Guess so."

"Well how about you do something good for once in your 
no good life? Maybe then god will smile on you, and you 
might just make-up for being a waster."

"Who are you calling a waster?"

"Well there’s only you here, so I guess I must mean 
you."

"So why should I want to do something to please you?"

Then she turned to me, and spoke quietly, but I guess 
the man could still hear her.

"Look girl, I’d feel a lot happier if we could get this 
fella to maybe make believe you’re his daughter."

"His daughter?"

"Well daughter, niece, anyone that might make the men 
think you’ve got someone to protect you."

"Well yes, I see, but what’s the chance of him 
agreeing? Or even if he does agree, who’s to say he’ll 
keep his word?"

"She's right Mrs Bossy boots, why the hell would I 
agree to tuck her under my wing?"

"Well I’m thinking maybe you’d like to see her dressed 
in just her panties and bra?"

The man about swallowed his tongue, and I was more than 
a bit shaken by her remark. She turned back to me, and 
spoke quietly again.

"You’ve got to get changed into a frock before you get 
out of the train, so he's gonna get a look whether you 
want him to or not. If you make a deal, letting him see 
you getting changed, in exchange for him looking after 
you, that's a small price to pay."

I replied, whispering in her ear.

"But my knickers are only little ones made of see-
through material, and my bra is only a half cup."

"Well letting him get a close-up look has got to be 
better than what might otherwise happen to you if the 
men at the hell hole think you’re on your own."

"Well I guess so."

"Right have you stopped catching flies in your mouth 
yet?"

"What you on about?"

"I bet you heard what she just told me?"

"No, what’s that then?"

"Once she takes that blouse off, her titties will be 
showing over the top of her brassier. And when she 
takes her pants down, she only got tiny see-through 
knickers on, so you’ll get a real eyeful. So if she 
gets changed now, in front of you, will you agree to 
kid-on she’s your kin?"

"I don’t see why I should, as you’ve just told her, 
she’s got to get changed before she gets out of this 
train. And she ain’t climbing onto the roof to do it, 
so I guess I’ll get to see her goodies without agreeing 
to anything."

The lady flew from her seat, across the carriage, and 
grabbed the man firmly between his legs.

"Look you no good bastard, I’ll rip your balls off and 
then poke your eyes out if you don’t."

The man looked terrified, she taken all of us by 
surprise, and he also looked in more than a little 
discomfort.

"Lighten up misses. I was only larking about. Of course 
I’ll look after the girl."

The woman let go of him and returned to her seat.

"Ok, you make sure you do. Ok girl, you might as well 
get it over with. Then you’ll be ready for when the 
train stops."

She’d sorted out a dress that was as she said 
reasonable, she said it was a bit on the short side, 
but it would do. I’d thought it was far too long and 
really old fashioned. The only reason I’d got it was my 
aunty had bought it for me as a present. It was gingham 
material, short sleeves, with big puffed-up shoulders. 
It pulled in tight at the waist, and then was fully 
flared, and meant to be worn with layers of net 
underskirt, to make it flounce right out. I was going 
to wear it now without the big full underskirt, so it 
didn’t look too revealing when I sat down.

So now with this man looking on intently, and her young 
son doing the same, I undid the buttons on my blouse, 
and removed it, revealing my nipples which were proudly 
peeping over the top of my half cut bra. Then I picked 
up my dress and was about to pull it over my head.

"Hey! Hold-up there! I was promised a look at your 
knickers."

As I pulled my dress down over my head, covering up my 
breasts, and letting it fall down, the lady took me 
totally by surprise with her reply.

"Don’t get panicky, she promised you a look, so I guess 
once she’s got her pants off, you’ll get your chance."

Now I’d thought that dropping my dress over my head 
before I’d lowered my slacks, had allowed me to get 
changed without him seeing my knickers. But she was 
giving him the impression; I’d give him a show once my 
slacks were off. Anyway, regardless of what was to 
come, I pulled down my slacks, straightened my dress 
and put on a belt around my waist. Then I put my slacks 
and blouse back in my case, and was about to lift it 
back up onto the overhead rack.

"Here, let me do that for you, you get yourself sat 
back down."

This was the man who’d just sat there watching me 
struggle to lift it down without even stirring from his 
seat.

"See? What did I tell you, now you’re in a frock, their 
attitude is totally different."

I sat myself back down and the man lifted my case up 
for me, but once he’d got it safely on the rack, 
instead of returning to his seat, he dropped to his 
knees in the middle of the compartment, directly in 
front of me.

Then as he looked directly up to my face.

"Are you ready then girl?"

"W What are you going to do?"

"You promised me a look. So I’m just gonna lift up your 
frock, and see just what you’ve got under there."

I looked across to the woman to see if I was going to 
get any kind of support or help in keeping him out, but 
as our eyes met, she just said.

"Well you did agree, and so long as he keeps his hands 
to himself, it’ll be worth it to get his protection 
while you’re waiting at the cross-roads."

So it was obvious she thought this man had a right to 
look up my skirt. Well by now he’d lifted the hem of my 
dress right up to the tops of my legs, and he’d just 
put his hands on my knees.

"Hey, I thought you weren’t going to touch me?"

"Don’t get so worried, I’m just opening your legs, so I 
can get a look at it."

"Well if you’re gonna spread her open, I’d be obliged 
if you’d pull her frock back down over your head. I 
think this young lad of mine is taking too much of an 
unhealthy interest in what you’re a doing down there."

His hands were so powerful, that he effortlessly opened 
my legs wide even with me using all my strength to try 
to stop him.

"But I never agreed to let you open my legs."

Although he’d taken his hands off my knees, he’d moved 
himself right up close in between my legs, so closing 
them was now impossible. The woman wasn’t concerned 
about what he was now getting up to, but she did lean 
forward, and pull the hem of my dress back down over 
the mans head. He had now got his left elbow against my 
right inner thigh, his right hand on my left, and he 
was holding my legs spread wide open. Whilst at the 
same time his left hand was pulling at the seam of the 
gusset of my knickers.

Now these knickers were see-through, and skimpy enough, 
which having him this close with my legs this wide was 
bad enough. But he was now uncovering my pussy 
completely! I struggled wriggling about violently and 
began to protest.

"Hey pack it in! Don’t touch my knickers."

He just lifted his head up from under my dress, the hem 
slid back to the tops of my legs again. Then as his 
face drew level with mine he gave me a look as black as 
thunder.

"Look here you silly English bitch, if you don’t sit 
still and let me have what’s owed to me, then you can 
look after yourself when we get to Arnold’s shack."

Then to my surprise, the woman chipped in.

"He’s right my dear. I know it’s a bit embarrassing, 
but you’ll be better off letting him get a good eyeful, 
than getting to that place, and being gang raped."

"Gang raped? Surely it can’t be that bad there?"

"I told you, it’s not a place I’d like to stop off at. 
The stories I’ve heard don’t bear repeating."

"Well ok, I’ll let you look, but keep your hands off."

Still sitting up and looking me in the face.

"Don’t you go trying to give orders; otherwise I’ll up 
the anti. In fact for your bloody cheek, I think I’ll 
have a chew on one of them titties of yours."

"Oh no please don’t."

"Open the front of your dress."

"Please no."

"Don’t make me tell you again; otherwise I’ll make you 
go further."

"Just do it love; otherwise I can see him going all the 
way on you."

I reluctantly began to undue the buttons at my neck 
that went all the way down the front of my dress. Once 
I was just below my bust, he reached up and moved my 
dress to one side, uncovering one of my nipples that 
were peeking over the top of my half cut bra. He leaned 
forwards, and his mouth opened. God! The shudder that 
went through my body as his rough dry lips rasped 
against my soft tender flesh. Once he’d made contact, 
he began to make himself at home, sucking from one to 
the other and back again.

My body now was all aflame, somehow, this being a total 
stranger, made a simple nipple suck into a major turn-
on. Even my pussy was beginning to throb, and as I sat 
there still with legs wide open, I felt myself sort of 
reclining back into the seat and sliding down and 
forwards. 

Then as my open crotch came into contact with him 
kneeling in front of me, I felt what I recognised as 
his hard cock trying to burst its way out of his pants. 
Although there was the material of his trousers and my 
knickers keeping his dick from my pussy, the second I’d 
slid into contact with him, he gave a pelvic thrust, 
which sent such a magnificent shudder through my body.

My reaction was so obvious, he couldn’t help noticing, 
and he turned to face the woman and said.

"Sorry misses, but you’ll have to get your young’uns to 
look out the window or something. This here bitch is 
too far gone, I’m gonna have to give her a good seeing 
to, otherwise she’ll be dropping her knickers for the 
first bloke that touches her."

"I can see you’re right, I’d never have guessed she was 
so much on heat. You just get on and do what you gotta 
do; I guess they’ve seen the ram on the farm."

There was no sign of anyone getting my opinion; I was 
just the one he was thinking of fucking! He just turned 
back to me, placed his hands on the tops of my arms and 
turned me sideways on the seat, and lowered me back 
into a lying down position. As he did so the woman’s 
daughter had to get up and sit by her mom. 

Then his hands went straight to my knickers, which he 
pulled down and off my legs. And I made no attempt to 
stop him. Once my knickers were gone, he lifted my legs 
high and wide, spreading my pussy for all to see, and 
the young lad was straining his neck to get a good 
look.

Then as I looked down to where the man was now stood in 
the middle of the compartment, he was stood there as 
unconcerned as you like, dropping his pants to the 
floor and handling his already hard dick. Now I guess 
this wasn’t a monster, but as I’d only been fucked 
three times before, by two different boys, to me this 
looked pretty big. Now it was the turn of the lady’s 
daughter to strain her neck, this time to see the man’s 
dick, and the lady herself was keeping an eye on it as 
well.

There was nobody holding me, but I kept my legs in the 
position he’d put them in, high in the air. Now he was 
approaching, my pussy re-commenced the throbbing, and 
my tummy felt like it was full of butterflies. As his 
dick touched the lips of my pussy, I gave an 
instinctive thrust, without being conscious of meaning 
to. But meant or not, it served the purpose, pushing 
his dick deep up my pussy. Then I felt him lunge 
forwards, and he was hard up against my crotch with his 
crotch, the dick fully up inside me. So big or not, I’d 
taken it all without any problem.

For the next few minutes, the other people around might 
just as well not have been there, because the only 
thing on my mind was this fucking I was getting. Or do 
I mean giving? Because I was definitely not a passenger 
in this little bit of action. 

Once my pussy had felt his dick, it took over all my 
bodily actions, using my hips to drive itself hard onto 
each on coming thrust of the mighty shaft. And with 
each penetration, a ripple of sensation shot up my body 
as he stretched his way inside my tummy. As I said, I’m 
not very experienced in sex, and this fuck, whether 
because he was so good, or I really needed it or just 
the situation, whatever the reason, I don’t know, but 
god was he driving me wild. 

As he rammed hard with his hips, his hands were roughly 
gripping and pulling at my tits, while his mouth was 
slobbering wet kisses all over. Going from my lips and 
neck and down to my nipples, where he’d almost bite the 
ends off them! But although if you’d asked me ten 
minutes ago if I’d like this rough looking miner to do 
this kind of thing to me, I’d have told you where to 
go, now he was actually doing it to me, I couldn’t get 
enough. 

And even though I couldn’t understand it, the rougher 
he was the more I wanted him to do it. Well as his 
actions brought my bodily sensation to a crescendo, I 
mush have been bringing his dick to its climax as well, 
because just when I thought my pussy would explode with 
pleasure, he rammed me with what I recognised as his 
first cum shot.

As he bashed hard into my crotch, jerking his sticky 
cum deep in my tummy, my pussy contracted, and my whole 
body gave a violent shudder. It was as though my pussy 
was grabbing hold of his dick and wringing the cum from 
his shaft. I know he pumped a few more shots up inside 
me, but that is all I know, as I sort of lost 
consciousness. Well I guess I was conscious, but not in 
control, like I was in a trance. My whole being was 
alive with sensation, right from my toes to my head, 
and I just lay there feeling the waves going up and 
down my body.

"Here, you’d better get yourself cleaned up; we’ll be 
in Alice Springs in about ten minutes. And I wouldn’t 
be surprised if we don’t pick up a few more miners for 
the last stint."

This was the woman, who was handing me a towel to wipe 
myself down with. In reality, what I really needed was 
a shower or bath. Especially being in this compartment, 
in this Australian sun! I know its not lady like to 
mention it, but even with the windows open, the smell 
in this compartment was a dead give-away as to what had 
just taken place. And I knew, wiping myself down with a 
towel, and putting my knickers back on, was not going 
to change that fact!

So when the train slowed down as we arrived at Alice 
Springs, I just sat there trying to look as innocent as 
possible. Suddenly the head of the guard appeared in 
the open window of the door, and as he waved his hand 
to direct people towards where he stood.

"Room for five more in this one."

And then he turned and carried on to the next 
compartment. While we waited to see who our new 
travelling companions would be, but knowing that more 
people were likely to arrive, the woman had got her son 
sitting on one side of her, and her daughter the other. 
The man who I’d just had sex with was sat on the 
opposite side to her next to the far window, and I was 
on the same side as him, but in the middle.

We didn’t have long to wait, before the door flew open,

"About bloody time!"

And then a big round kit bag was thrown into the middle 
of the carriage, followed by a very big man.

"Sorry misses. I didn’t see you sitting there; it 
didn’t catch you I hope?"

"No, you're ok lad. But I’ll thank-you to mind your 
language; I’ve got kids in here."

The next minute or so was taken up with four more men 
following him into this compartment, and they all threw 
there bags up onto the overhead racking, and got 
themselves seated.

So now we had ten of us in the carriage, two men had 
sat on the same side as the woman, one next to her 
daughter. And I’d moved closer to the man who’d just 
fucked me, and as the three other men joined us on this 
seat, I’d been pushed tightly in contact with him. 
These men all being big, meant it was quite a squeeze, 
and the close contact did nothing to help the sweaty 
situation.

But worse than that, now the train was stationary, 
there was little or no draught to disperse the smell of 
sex! It only took a minute or two before one of the men 
began to sniff the air in a very visual manner. Within 
seconds, all the men that had just got in, joined him, 
and they were giving the woman knowing looks.

"Come-on then misses, are you gonna tell us what’s been 
going on?"

She obviously didn’t want them thinking she was the one 
who was responsible for the smell, but I don’t think 
she really wanted to say anything to make it more 
difficult for me. But I’m not sure her answer really 
had them convinced.

"Bloody kids and there stink bombs. I’ve told him I’ll 
get his dad to take a switch to his arse when I get him 
home."

Now I know you might not think the smell of cum and 
dripping pussy is the most pleasant in the world, but 
how you can compare it to a stink bomb I don’t know. 
But it did throw them off the scent (excuse the pun) 
for a little while.

The train started moving, and the draught blowing 
through the open windows did help to take their minds 
off the subject. Then I noticed the man sitting next to 
her daughter was easing the flared hem of her dress 
from in between their two legs. I looked across at the 
woman, but from where she was sitting the other side of 
her daughter, there was no way she’d be able to see 
what he was doing. Now he’d got some material free, he 
was able to slide his left hand across under her dress 
from the side, not exactly without anyone knowing, but 
it wouldn’t be visible to her mom.

Now I’d been checking from the mother to the daughter 
to see if I could sense any reactions, and I was 
convinced the girl knew the man was up to something, 
but she made no attempt to stop him, or let on to her 
mom. Neither did she look at the man; instead she had a 
kind of false 'looking unconcerned' out of the window 
look. But then as the man’s hand must have made contact 
with her flesh for the first time, I detected a slight 
intake of breath, and more to the point, so did her 
mom.

"What’s wrong?"

She said turning to look her daughter in the face.

"Nothing."

"Well sit-up straight, and less of those silly noises."

The girl shuffled herself back up the seat, and I’m 
sure the man used this shuffling to enable the progress 
of his hand, because when the girl stopped her 
shuffling, his arm was now covered up to his elbow by 
her dress. And even though I can’t be sure how high 
he’d got, I’m sure the looks on the girls face were 
down to his fingers sending shivers through her body.

I did wonder if the man next to me might try the same 
thing, but then I realised that he wouldn’t dare try 
it, as the woman would be sure to see him, like I could 
see what was happening to the girl. Then the man, who 
had his hand under the girl's dress, took me totally by 
surprise. You’d have thought he wouldn’t want to 
attract the woman’s attention, well not while his hand 
was under there.

"Excuse me misses. I can see we’re taking up all the 
room on this here seat. If you’re getting to cramped 
there, I can always sit your young’un here up on my 
knee?"

"No thanks, we’re ok."

"I’m not ma. My legs going dead squashed against this 
door."

That was her son complaining.

"Well maybe the gentleman would let you go and sit over 
there on his knee?"

She replied, turning her head towards the man, and 
looking for a reply. The man's reaction was classic, he 
obviously didn’t want a six year old boy on his knee, 
but before he answered, the boy came back with.

"I don’t want to sit over there; I want to sit by the 
window. Why can’t she sit on his knee?"

He was looking at his sister.

The girl was already sliding from her seat, to a 
standing position.

"Its ok mom, if it’ll stop him whingeing, I don’t 
mind."

"Well ok then, but don’t start shuffling about, you’ll 
make the gentleman too hot."

Then she said appreciatively to the man.

"Thank you for that, it will be more comfortable not 
being so crushed together."

The man pulled the girl back onto his knee, and 
positioned her sitting sideways with her back to her 
mom. He had one arm innocently around her back, 
supporting her, but his other hand just slid straight 
up under her dress. Within seconds she was easing her 
legs open, and I just assumed it was to give him 
access. I don’t know if her watching me getting fucked 
had got her aroused, but she was obviously enjoying the 
manipulation of this mans fingers, and having 
difficulty keeping her movements from attracting her 
mom’s attention.

Then the man next to me, who must have been getting 
very jealous, asked the man sitting the other side of 
me.

"Excuse me mister, is this your daughter?"

He was nodding towards me.

"No way blue, I’m on my way to the Jennywren mine, same 
as you."

So I’d let this man fuck me, just to get his 
protection, and when the first man asks him, he just 
chucks me to the wolves. Both the woman and I gave him 
a really dirty look, but we knew there was nothing we 
could do.

"So you’re travelling on your own then missy?"

"Yes, I’m also going to the Jennywren, but I’m going to 
work as a nanny for the mine owner."

I said, thinking maybe if they know I'm employed by 
their boss, they'll treat me with a little respect.

"That’ll be nice for you. Look, it’s just as cramped 
over this side as it was for them over there. How about 
I sit you on my knee to make some more room?"

Now I didn’t want any more things to kick-off, but he 
was right, it was cramped, and I thought with the woman 
the other side, he wouldn’t start anything in case she 
saw him.

So without answering, I got to my feet, and as soon as 
the remaining four men had shuffled themselves about to 
sort out the space available, this man took hold of my 
waist, and pulled me up onto his knee. But it didn't 
stop there, the other two men alongside him both 
reached for my legs, pulling them up onto their knees. 
So now I’m sort of sat sideways, with my legs facing to 
the opposite side of the compartment to where the woman 
was seated. 

This didn’t give the men licence to do exactly as they 
pleased, but they were able to gradually manoeuvre 
their hands under my legs. This was something they had 
to achieve slowly because if they just pushed their 
hands under me, the woman would see them. So over the 
next fifteen minutes or so, the three men, that is the 
one I was sitting on, and the two who’d got my legs 
across their knees, were all shifting their hands 
trying to get a feel under my dress.

The one at the extreme end, nearest the window, was too 
far away to reach higher than just above my knee. That 
is without leaning forwards which would have made it 
obvious. The man next to him however left one of his 
hands innocently on top of the outside of my dress, 
resting lightly above my knee. But he’d gradually slid 
his other hand under one of my legs, and pushed it up 
the valley between them. But even his reach was just a 
few inches short of reaching my gusset. 

The man whose knee I was actually sitting on had one 
hand supporting my back, and the other he’d tried to 
force under my leg to reach my pussy. But after trying 
for over ten minutes, he’d given that up as he have had 
to actually lift me to gain access, and that would have 
made his progress obvious. So now he was trying the 
easier route like the man opposite, over the top of my 
leg, but under my dress. This route only required my 
legs to be parted to give him access, but being on top 
of my legs, there was potentially more chance the woman 
would see his hand moving my dress.

So as I say, I’m sitting here, with one hand rubbing 
all around the inside of both my knees. Another man has 
his hand on my inner thigh, within a dicks length from 
my pussy. And now this man's hand is slowly but surely 
slithering its way over the top of my upper leg, and 
his fingers are probing into my crotch. I’m sort of 
squeezing my legs together, not expecting to be able to 
stop any of them, but not wanting to make their 
progress any easier.

I consider saying something, and making a fuss, but 
then I decide not to, thinking maybe if it comes to a 
head, the woman can’t actually stop them, and once they 
push the point, maybe they’ll just go all the way like 
the previous man did. My head was full of all kinds of 
ideas buzzing around. Could I report the previous man 
for rape? No, the woman would say I’d agreed to him 
fucking me. Well these men wouldn’t surely dare rape me 
here with her present? But then again, out here with no 
witnesses, maybe they would, and the young girl might 
get raped as well! But mind you, looking at the way 
she’s enjoying that fingering, I’m sure she’d love to 
be raped.

Oh god! He’s reached it! All my leg squeezing has made 
no difference, he’s got one of his fingers into the 
side of my gusset, and he’s rubbing along my pussy 
slit. Oh shit! God that feels good. I’ve got to stop 
him somehow; otherwise I know I’ll soon be lifting my 
legs open. Oh God. My pussy is throbbing, what can I do 
to stop them?

"Err excuse me."

I call across to the woman. The finger stops instantly. 
She was almost dosing, and she lifts her head and looks 
across.

"Yes dear what is it?"

"I was just wondering how long you think it will be 
before we arrive at the cross roads?"

All the hands were now perfectly still, and this was 
allowing my pussy to calm down slightly.

"I’d guess about another fifteen or twenty minutes."

"Oh in that case, I could do with getting my case down, 
and sorting out my travel instructions."

Then I looked to the men whose knees my legs were 
across.

"Do you think you could put my feet back down now 
please?"

If looks could kill, the looks these three men were 
giving me would certainly have struck me down dead! But 
reluctantly they lowered my feet to the floor. Then I 
shuffled forwards off his knee, and stood up. But as I 
reached up to the rack, the man whose knee I’d been 
sitting on, sprang to his feet, and stood up behind me.

He pushed his erection hard into the crevice of my 
bottom, as he reached around and above my arms to lift 
the case down for me.

"Here you are little missy, I’ll get that for you."

Then in a very quiet whisper directly into my ear so 
that only I could hear him.

"How would you like to try this little beauty for 
size?"

But it wasn’t only his dick pushing into my bottom that 
I’d got to worry about, he was pushing me forwards into 
one of the other men who were still seated.

And both of these men who’d been supporting my legs, 
and trying desperately to get a feel were now in a 
blind spot from the woman, hidden by me and the man 
standing directly behind me. Well neither of them 
wasted any time; they were both pushing their hands up 
under my dress, and trying to get into my knickers! 

The man who was lifting my case was taking forever 
about getting it down, and in doing so preventing me 
from reaching it. Then as one of the men's fingers made 
contact with the flesh of my pussy, I pushed my bottom 
back as hard as I could, even though I knew I was 
pressing onto his dick, and I lunged backwards with my 
elbows into his ribs.

I don’t think it affected him more than a fly landing 
on his wrist, but the woman obviously realised I was 
having a struggle.

"Hey! You great brute! Back off the little girl and 
give her some breathing room. Can't you see you’re 
crushing her?"

"And who says so?"

He snarled as he turned his head.

"I say so, and if you don’t back off, you’ll be wearing 
steel shackles on your legs when we get to Cross 
Roads."

The big man pulled away from me, and lifted my case 
down, mumbling to himself, but so we could all hear.

"Was only bloody trying to bloody help, I never even 
touched her."

As soon as his weight was off me, I was able to pull 
away from the intrusive fingers, and as the big man sat 
back down with my case on his knee, I opened it up just 
a few inches while I pretended to rummage around 
looking for something. This wasn’t the most comfortable 
position to be in, stood in the middle, with the train 
jostling me from side to side, but it was better than 
getting myself into a position where I was helpless to 
defend myself.

Talking of which, a look back to the young girl gave me 
the impression she was well gone, probably having more 
orgasms in the last hour than she’s ever had in her 
life. And her mom sat next to her, completely 
oblivious, or was she?

"What the bloody hell are you looking for?"

Asked the man whose knee the case was on.

"It just a little packet with my travel arrangements."

He pulled on the lid of the case.

"Well open it up properly, and I’ll help you look."

I didn’t want him or any of the others rummaging around 
in my underwear whether I was wearing it or not! So I 
pulled hard to get the case closed, but he was far too 
strong.

"Please don’t. I don’t like you looking in my case."

Surprisingly, he let the lid fall back, with only a 
sarky comment.

"You’d think she’d got the bloody crown jewels in there 
or something."

I thought maybe it was about time I actually found my 
little travel pack, and maybe I could busy myself with 
reading something in there, until we arrived. I pulled 
out a little plastic wallet containing all my 
paperwork, and fastened down the lid. I half turned to 
pass the wallet to the woman, so she could hold it 
while I lifted my case back.

"Excuse me, could you just hold this for me while I..."

But I didn’t get chance to finish my sentence before 
the man had stood back up again saying as he did so.

"Its ok missy, I’ll lift that for you."

Then in a soft whisper.

"I knew you’d want another feel of my dick parting your 
little bottom."

I was once again wedged in between his dick, and the 
roaming hands of the two seated men. But this time, I 
didn’t wait until they’d actually got their hands 
roaming.

"Hey! You’re squashing me; let me move out before you 
lift it."

And as if to reinforce it, the woman chipped in.

"I’ve got my eye on you scoundrels; now give the girl 
some room."

So without any protest, I was allowed to move to one 
side while he placed my case up onto the racking. He’d 
no sooner got seated before the train began to slow 
down. But this wasn't the laboured slowing-down like 
when it climbs a long incline, but the clunking of 
carriages crashing into the ones in front as the engine 
begins to brake. We must be pulling into the drop-off 
point. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I’d made it 
without the men actually getting into my knickers. Well 
not enough to get me really out of control.

So now as the train pulled to a standstill, the men 
began to get their bags down from the racking, and one 
by one they just slung their bags out onto the dirt, 
and clambered down to pick them up. There was no 
platform, and the carriages had little or no step to 
aid either entry or exit, but the men all managed to 
stride their way down. 

I got to the doorway, and the five men who’d been the 
last to join our compartment, were waiting in the 
blazing hot sun. They were stood in a semi-circle 
around the open door-way, to either aid my decent, or 
just take advantage of me being in a difficult 
situation. But the man who’d fucked me earlier, had 
disappeared into the only building that was to be seen.

I stood there looking at the distance I had to drop, 
and even if I'd have still had my slacks on, I’d have 
had difficulty in managing to get down that distance. I 
knew the only way possible was to turn around, stepping 
out backwards, and holding onto the sides of the door 
opening. But for this I’d need both hands, so I dropped 
my case on the compartment floor.

"Will you pass this out to me please, when I’ve reached 
the ground?"

"Course I will love. Now you take care."

I turned and began to climb down; the first step onto 
the doors edge was only short. The next step was 
totally different, and my foot worked its way lower and 
lower feeling for some kind of foothold to take my 
weight. But my first leg was now bent double with my 
knee up by my bust, so I’d got as low as I could get, 
and my foot had not found anything to step onto. There 
was no way I could get into a position to be able to 
look to see where the nearest foothold might be. Then I 
heard the voice of the big man whose knee I’d been 
sitting on.

"Want a helping hand missy?"

I knew where he’d put his so called helping hand, but 
in reality, I couldn’t see I had much choice.

"Please, but be careful where you put your hand."

He was careful alright. He carefully reached under my 
dress, up in between my legs, slipped his fingers into 
the side of my gusset, and began to stroke along my 
slit. I guess the look on my face must have alerted the 
woman to me being in trouble, because as he took his 
time fingering my pussy, and I felt the throbbing 
coming on, she appeared at the window.

"Can’t you bloody animals wait until you’ve at least 
got her inside out of the sun? You’ve got her hanging 
up here like a piece of meat in a slaughter house, and 
all you can think of is abusing her. For gods sake man, 
surely just getting your hand wrapped around it and 
having a quick feel would be enough to be going on 
with."

Suddenly his hand slipped all the way under me, and he 
gripped my whole crotch as he lifted me from the 
carriage to the ground, saying as he did.

"Come on lads, the sooner that bloody train takes the 
nagging old witch away the sooner we’ll get some cunt."

As my feet touched the ground I reached back into the 
carriage to retrieve my case, with his hand still 
wrapped around my crotch. Then as I stepped back away 
from the train, I opened my legs, and put my one free 
arm behind me, taking hold of his wrist.

"Ok, you’ve helped me down, and I’m grateful for your 
help, but I think that’s enough now."

He surprisingly let me pull his hand out, as I know if 
he’d wanted to, I would have been unable to force him. 
I turned around, gave him a smile.

"Thank you. Now can you show me where the ladies 
waiting room is? My travel leaflet says there is a 
ladies only section."

He lifted his hand pointing to a door at the opposite 
end of the big long wooden building.

"Thank you. And don’t worry, I not going to report any 
of you for what you did to me on the train, I’ll just 
put it down to experience, and try to make sure it 
doesn’t happen again. Bye for now."

All I wanted to do now was to get out of this blazing 
sun; they say you can only survive out here for about 
two hours unless you’re in the shade. I trudged my way 
slowly towards the far end of the building, I’d thought 
it only sensible to leave those men on good terms, 
getting their backs-up would have served no purpose, 
and you never know when you might need their 
assistance. 

All the time as I walked towards the door, the men 
making their way from the train were either making 
crude remarks, or remarks I couldn’t understand.

"Are you going to join the other sheep?"

"If she’s a jumbuck, then I think I’ll give-up mining 
and crack-on sheep shearing."

"Come-on Sheila, get your knickers off and join us for 
an ice cold tinny."

"You don’t wanna be lugging that bag all the way up 
there lovey, you’ll only have to drag it all the way 
back."

Then the whistle blew, and off chugged the train, and 
within minutes it was way out of site. Most of the men 
were also out of site, they’d gone into the door the 
other end of the building. I looked all around me, and 
there was nothing! Not a tree, bush or building of any 
sort. The rail track disappeared away going to the 
north, and the same again to the south. The road such 
as it was stretched to the west and east, but it was 
just a set of ruts where the tyres had worn the dirt. 
The sun was high in the sky, and cast no more than a 
few inches of shade to any side of the building.

The door at last! I put my hand on the rough latch that 
secured it, and lifted.

"BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR 
BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR 
BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR."

I slammed the door back shut. No it couldn’t be. I 
slowly opened the door again, but this time just a few 
inches. How the hell. What the hell. Oh god, this place 
is hell. 

The whole room, no it wasn’t a room, the whole shed was 
packed solid with sheep. What space there was above the 
sheep was alive with flies; all the flies in the world 
must have been in there. And the floor was deep in 
sheep manure. The smell! The noise! Surely this 
couldn't be the ladies waiting room? But that’s what 
the sign said above the door. ‘Ladies Only Waiting 
Room’

My heart sank; I turned slowly, and made my way back 
towards the other door. As I trudged my way along, the 
heat of the sun was now really getting to me. I opened 
the door, and the noise of laughter and general garbled 
talking just faded away to a silence, with all eyes 
trained on me. 

To my left was the bar, running the full length of the 
end wall which was at least thirty feet long. The main 
part of the room was full of men seated at tables. But 
there was an area about ten feet wide stretching all 
the way across in front of the bar, where more men were 
just standing drinking.

"Ok love, close the door behind you, and put your case 
down."

This was a man who looked like he was maybe in control, 
he’d just come out of a hatch he’d opened in the bar. 
As he walked towards me he continued.

"Right little missy, I’m Arnold, and this is my place, 
I own everything for fifty square miles around here. So 
that means I make the laws in these parts. Get the 
picture?"

"Well yes I think so."

"Well there ain’t many laws out here, but there’s one 
that never gets broken. Do you know what that is?"

"I don’t know, not fighting?"

"Ha ha!"

"HA HA!"

He began to laugh, and the whole place joined in with 
him. Then he raised his hands, and silence fell once 
again.

"No missy, even if I made that a law, I’d have gods own 
job a keeping that one enforced. Look behind you at our 
trophy board, tell me what it says."

I looked at the wall he’d nodded towards, and sure 
enough there was a very big board. With rows of ladies 
knickers pinned to it, and under each pair was a name. 
It also had in big letters across the top, ‘House 
Rules’ ‘No ladies allowed on these premises’ ‘All 
Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being 
allowed to stay’

I stood there open mouthed, and at a loss for words.

"Can’t you read?"

"Yes."

"Well what’s it say?"

I slowly and quietly read the notice out aloud.

"House Rules. No ladies allowed on these premises. All 
Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being 
allowed to stay."

"So little missy, you’ve got a decision to make. Are 
you a lady? In which case you can drag that case of 
yours all the way back down the other end of the 
building, and wait with the other ladies."

I butted in, using my most indignant voice.

"WHAT other ladies?"

"Hold your bloody horses there missy, I haven’t 
finished yet. And don’t you go slagging off my 
jumbucks, every one of them is female, and I recon most 
are more lady like than the Sheila’s around here. Now 
you’ve made me loose my train of thought. Ah yes that 
was it. You have to decide if you want to join them 
sheep of mine, or maybe you’d rather stop down here in 
the bar, and have a nice cold beer with us lads?"

"But would that mean I’d have to take my knickers off?"

"Course it would, only ladies object to taking their 
knickers down for the lads, and as you know, ladies 
ain’t allowed in here, only common Sheila’s in my bar."

"Please, I couldn’t wait up there with the sheep, they 
frighten me."

"So, let’s see you drop your knickers."

"Please, surely you wouldn’t make me?"

"The law is the law, and I can’t change it just for 
you. So now you know the alternatives. Wait with the 
sheep, fry in the sun, or stop here, drop them little 
knickers down, have a cold beer and maybe some fun." 

"But you wouldn’t make me go out their in the sun?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

I didn’t reply, but stood there not knowing what to 
say.

"Right, now I guess you’ve seen the Clint Eastwood 
Westerns?"

"Yes. Why?"

I replied thinking of the one where he drags a woman 
into a barn and rapes her.

"I’m going to open this little musical box up, and put 
it on the table. You’ll have until the music stops, and 
the little ballerina’s arm drops to make up your mind. 
If you are still in here with your knickers on when 
that happens, we’ll get you on the table, and remove 
them for you. Is that clear?"

He turned the key in the bottom of the box.

"Click click click click, click click click click, 
click click click click, click click click click, click 
click."

Then he placed it on the edge of the nearest table, he 
lifted the lid open, and the little ballerina popped up 
and began to dance to the simple quiet tune. The place 
was eerily silent; you could have heard a pin drop. All 
eyes were on me, and I stood petrified.

The music had started as these boxes do, with the 
plinkty plonking sounds going at full speed, then I 
suddenly came to my senses as I realised it was slowing 
down! I now had only seconds to decide. But there was 
really no choice. There was absolutely no way I could 
wait in that shed with the sheep, apart from the flies, 
smell and noise, I was actually scared of them. The 
wait for the land train would be anywhere from half-an-
hour up-to three hours, so going out into the sun was 
also not an option. Jesus! The box is about to stop!

I rapidly put my hands behind me, up under my dress and 
started pulling my knickers down. As soon as my hands 
went behind my back, the silence was broken by a chorus 
of rough male voices chanting.

"Off off..."

Now this is the weirdest thing you can imagine, there 
has to be at least fifty men in here, and only one 
girl, and I’m being literally forced into removing my 
knickers. So, with my heart pounding in my chest, and 
feeling so scared; why now these men have started 
behaving like animals, am I getting excited? Yes I mean 
sexually excited.

As I lower my knickers below the hem of my dress, and 
the men can now see them, their chanting is getting 
wilder. I step out of them, and Arnold is stood there 
with his arm outstretched ready to take them. As he 
does so, his first action is as you might expect, to 
put them to his nose. But as he is doing this he 
obviously must have taken a quick look at the inside of 
the gusset, and realised what the sticky moistness was 
caused by. He suddenly held his hand high in the air; 
palm face out with fingers outstretched and waved it 
around to the chanting audience.

"HOLD UP THERE BLUE. QUIET LETS HAVE SOME SHUSH LADS."

Gradually the chanting died out, and a semi-silence 
descended.

"Listen up lads. It looks like the little missy has 
some explaining to do. She’s bin a cottoning on she’s a 
lady, and trying to make us all feel sorry for her, 
when these here knickers are telling me a different 
story. So little missy how come your knickers are full 
of cum?"

By now, the feeling I was getting of sexual excitement 
had gone, replaced by pure embarrassment. I know I must 
have been bright red, my cheeks were burning, and I 
just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me!

"We’re a waiting."

"I was r... Well I-I kinda... Look its difficult to 
explain. But this man you know... On the train... On 
the journey out here."

"So a man raped you on your trip out here? So who is 
the lucky bastard?"

"No. I didn’t say he’d raped me."

"So who was he? Your boyfriend?"

"No. I don’t know who he was."

"What you let a bloke you’d never met before; give you 
a rooting on the train?"

"It wasn’t like that, it was..."

"Never mind about the details honey, I’m sure you’re 
gonna fit in well here today. What say you boys?"

There was an almighty cheer went up, and the chanting 
began again, but this time, they were calling for my 
dress to come off!

"Hold-up there boys. Calm down. A bit of order, or I’ll 
keep her behind the bar with me."

Gradually the noise subsided, but it wasn’t quiet by a 
long way. 

"Ok I think the little girl is in need of a cold beer, 
and as Sheila’s ain’t allowed to by beer in here, which 
of you nice blokes is gonna buy her one."

Of course there were hands in the air and men shouting 
in all directions. They were holding out bottles and 
calling.

"Over here."

"Here love."

"Have mine."

Now again, I began to get this feeling that something 
exciting was going to happen to me, and the feeling of 
embarrassment had gone. I’m not saying I was looking 
forward to being raped by fifty men, but being the 
centre of attention, knowing all these men wanted to 
fuck me silly, had gone from frightening, to exciting, 
and I can't explain why. 

As I walked towards each man, they’d be trying to 
encourage me to take a drink from their bottle that 
they were holding out towards me. I was getting into 
the act, sidling myself towards one table, then 
changing my mind and going towards another. I almost 
had myself believing I was in control of the situation.

Then as one quite reasonable looking man, aged in his 
twenties, kept enticing me towards him. I reach to take 
the bottle from his hand. As soon as my little fingers 
encircled the bottle, his massive hand clamped on top 
of mine, and he held me tightly.

The men all around resumed their chanting.

"SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER 
FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US 
HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY."

He now held his hand up in the air like Arnold had 
done, and gradually they settled down.

"Well little girl, we don’t even know your name."

"Jane. Jane Benson."

"Well Jane Benson, my names Jimmy, and I guess you’ve 
got the message from the lads in here."

"I recon yes."

"So Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they 
all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time 
girl?"

"What do you mean? A good time girl."

"All us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us 
and have a good time with us, or we can have a good 
time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. 
You see it don’t matter to us, we get to fuck you 
either way."

"No please don’t say things like that, you’re 
frightening me."

"Ok then I won’t mention fucking. But you know you’re 
going to have to show your pussy?"

Well I didn’t know anything at this stage, and even the 
gang rape he’d just talked about somehow seemed 
inevitable in the back of my mind. I just didn’t want 
to admit it to myself. Then out of the blue an old 
bloke sitting next to him spoke up.

"You bloody young spunkers have got no idea, you go in 
there bull at a gate, frightening the wits out of her. 
Come here Jane my little darling, old Bill u’ll let you 
have a drink of his beer, and it’ll only cost you a 
little cuddle."

Well he not only spoke-up, but he also took my hand 
from Jimmy’s, and Jimmy didn’t try to stop him.

He pulled me back towards him, and now I’m sitting on 
his knee, laying back into his left arm. He gives me 
his beer bottle, and I take a drink. God does that 
taste good.

"Good eh? Now all old Bill here wants in return is a 
little feel of your titties."

And with that his right hand was undoing the buttons 
down the front of my dress. I can't say this was what I 
wanted, but at least this slowly slowly approach was 
passing the time, and bringing the arrival of the road 
train out of here just a little closer. And it was 
better than them talking about seeing my pussy or 
fucking me!

So I tried to act as unconcerned as possible, laying 
back in his arms swigging at his bottle of beer, while 
he’d now got me unbuttoned right down to below my bra, 
and his hand was inside it, fondling my left tit.

"See Jimmy boy, she’s like that old truck of mine. You 
have to take your time, and prime it right."

But even though I was maybe looking in control on the 
outside, inside my body was starting to go wild. Every 
stroke of my nipple sent a quiver through my pussy, and 
I was having difficulty keeping still.

"Come-on then you old bastard, pass her back, I’ll have 
a bit of those titties."

"Hold-up a minute, I just want a little taste of ‘em."

Well I knew before his lips touched what effect that 
would have. And sort of knowing and waiting those few 
second until he touched me, got me so on edge, that as 
he latched on and sucked, I couldn’t stop myself 
shuffling my bottom on his lap, but I did my best not 
to open my legs to far.

"See what I mean, just take it slowly, and she’ll be 
throbbing away in no time."

"You crafty old sod, you’ve got her squirming around 
already. Come-on then pass her back."


"Hang on there Jimmy, I recon she’s about ready."

This was Arnold, who’d come back from behind the bar.

"For those of you who don’t know the rules. We’re gonna 
play Arnold’s version of pass the parcel. Go on then 
Jimmy, you might as well keep her on the boil while I 
set this up." 

I was passed onto Jimmy's knee, and Bill took the now 
empty beer bottle from my hand.

"Sling us another cold beer over here, looks like our 
Jane here has got a bit of a thirst on."

"Don’t worry, she can drink my cum any second now."

Who said that I had no idea, but I guess a few of them 
were thinking it.

"There you go again lads, just back off. Just have a 
little patience." Said Bill.

Jimmy was now fondling my tits, and sucking from one 
nipple to the other. And although not spread wide, my 
legs were definitely not tight shut. My pussy was 
pounding, and now contrary to what Bill was saying, the 
talk of drinking cum, was actually sending more ripples 
of excitement down my tummy.

"Look at her downing that beer; you’d think she hadn’t 
had a drink for days."

I hadn’t realised until I’d heard someone making the 
remark, and I’d thought this was my second one, which 
for me, someone who doesn’t normally drink alcohol, 
would be more than enough, but then I heard Jimmy 
reply.

"God strewth. That’s almost three bottles; she’d 
already had most of mine and Bill’s."

"Well don’t give her any more; we don’t want her 
passing out on us. Ok lads, most of you have already 
thrown your arrows* to get your place. But those who 
haven’t, had better get a move on if they want any of 
the action. And make sure I get to see the arrows 
before you pull them out of the board. Right looking at 
the slate, it looks like Greg is first one up, remember 
you wind the box for your own turn, and once it stops, 
that’s your turn over. And no rough stuff, when she 
falls, it’s got to be her choice.

*Arrows, (Darts, a game played in some bars, three 
sharp pointed darts about six inches long are thrown at 
a board hung on the wall. The board has segments marked 
with the score awarded. And in this case it looks like 
they've used this as a way of deciding what order they 
get to play with me.)

"Ok Jimmy, pass her back over here."

I was stood back on the floor, and I didn’t feel to 
steady on my feet. The beer was definitely getting to 
me.

"Right Jane, are you ready to play?"

"What do I have to do?"

"You know pass the parcel? Well you’re our parcel. But 
don’t worry we’re not going to rip off a layer for each 
player. All you do is sit on each man’s knee in turn, 
they each have until the ballerina stops to get you 
worked-up, and they’re only allowed to touch you where 
you say."

"So if I say no, they won’t touch me?"

"That’s the idea. But if you agree to play, you have to 
agree to start where Bill and Jimmy boy left off. So 
are you game?"

I didn’t want to get myself fucked, but I knew if I 
didn’t agree to something like this, then they’d just 
start chanting to get me stripped. Anyway, this was all 
passing time, and surely the land train would soon 
arrive.

"Ok, I’ll play your game. Shall I sit on his knee now?"

In truth I wanted to sit down somewhere, before I fell 
down, my head was beginning to spin.

"Right Kenny, you heard Jane agree, and I did explain 
to her it was her own choice."

A very tall man in a blue uniform walked up to the 
table.

"Yes Arnold, I heard it all. So, Miss Jane Benson, I 
don’t want any silly complaints to Mr Gordon (I had no 
idea who Mr Gordon was, the mine owner who'd employed 
me was called Mr Simpson) when you get to the 
Jennywren. We all saw you take your own knickers down, 
and you've just agreed to play this game."

"Ok Jane darling; that was nice constable Rogers. He’ll 
make sure you don’t get hurt, so you can just relax and 
let yourself go."

Well by now the state of arousal I’d been taken too had 
faded away, and all I felt now was confused and dizzy. 
The first of these men sat me on his knee, and as he 
did, the man whose turn was next, opened the lid to the 
music box. As the little lady started dancing, his hand 
took hold of my tit, and he also brought his mouth down 
as well. The men were Stood all around about five deep, 
just a sea of faces. Gradually the audience faded from 
my thoughts, as the manipulation of my breasts began to 
take hold.

Even the noise of the music box faded as I descended 
into a trance like state. The sexual arousal didn’t 
appear to have the acute tingle to it, maybe my senses 
had been dulled by the effect of the beer, but never 
the less, I was still drifting in a land of dreams. 
Then came a sudden awakening, as I was being passed 
across to a new man, obviously the other man’s time was 
up. 

This new man, had me lying the other way around, that 
is laying back into his right arm, and for some 
peculiar reason, it just felt different, which kind of 
excited me slightly. Or maybe this man had a better 
technique, what ever, I was now actually having to 
fight off the hip movements that my body wanted to 
make.

Then I suddenly felt his left hand touching my inner 
leg just above the knee. God did this feel good, and 
all my body wanted to do was to open my legs wide to 
encourage his hand higher. But I knew this would be 
just one step away from a gang bang, and I really 
didn’t want that! 

Well ok I did, but I knew it would be out of control, 
and anything could happen. So I mustered all my 
resolve, and placed my hand onto his wrist. He pushed 
and my hand was no match for his strength, so my hand 
was taken up under my dress. His fingers were on the 
bare flesh of my pussy, and I thought that this was it.

"Please no." I said meekly, not expecting anyone to 
take any notice.

"You heard her. Hand out now or your turns over."

The hand was pulled back, but the man momentarily took 
his mouth from my tit to give me a really nasty look, 
then as he went back to my breasts, he began to bite 
them.

"Ouch! Aarg. That hurts."

"Thud!"

The policeman had whacked the man across the side of 
his head with his truncheon. The man recoiled back, and 
looked across all dazed.

"Come-on lad, your turns over." Said the policeman 
taking him by his arm.

"Come-on then lovey, looks like I’m on now."

This was the next man, lifting me from the knee I was 
sitting on, onto his own. Once the ballerina was re-
set, he lay me back in his arms, and began to snuggle 
his face all around my breasts. He was licking, sucking 
and lightly plucking my nipples with his teeth, but all 
the time looking for my reaction. Gradually, fed by my 
reaction, his nibbling got more and more rough, each 
time he’d grip with his teeth, and tug, looking for a 
sign from me to let go. I was so engrossed in his 
little game, I hadn’t realised every time he pulled at 
my nipples, I was heaving my hips.

Then I felt the man's hand sliding under my dress and 
up my leg, but not on the inside going for my pussy, 
but on the front and it bypassed my pussy, and his palm 
was on my tummy. Jesus! How can just a simple hand 
stroking around my belly button, turn me on so much? As 
he’d avoided going for my crotch area, I’d just let him 
get on with it. But I now realised that each time I 
lifted my hips in response to his nipple pulling, I was 
sort of lifting my bush into his outstretched fingers. 
And I could tell I was gradually pushing my bush 
closer, but felt I was unable to stop myself. I knew 
he’d soon be able to draw his outstretched fingers 
across my pussy.

But of course I was tipsy, and by now loosing control, 
so I didn’t realise that maybe it was him actually 
reaching slightly further each time, and not me. And 
also, his hand under my dress had pulled my hem up 
high. So with my legs falling open as I humped, my 
dress pulled up, and no knickers on, the audience was 
getting a real eyeful.

"Shit! That was bloody close, I’d almost got her."

What! Oh yes the bloody music box. His time must have 
run out. I tried to talk myself into coming to my 
senses. Come-on Jane, get your wits about you. A few 
more minutes and you’d have been riding his fingers, 
and opening up for his dick.

It was only a matter of seconds before I was in the 
next man’s arms, but almost immediately, he was lifting 
me under the backs of my legs, with his other arm 
around my back. Then he called out to nobody in 
particular,

"Somebody get a bed roll spread out."

Next he was lowering me onto it, where I was now in a 
sitting position on the floor. He immediately began to 
take my dress down over my shoulders. I didn’t know if 
I should object, but as I was letting them feel and 
nibble on my breasts, it seemed silly to worry about 
it. Now my dress was almost a skirt, being as the 
bodice was hanging down around the flared part of the 
dress. And now he was lifting off my bra, but in truth, 
I actually was glad about that. I think those half cut 
bra’s look silly once the blouse or dress is open, and 
anyway, I’m secretly proud of my breasts.

So now all I’ve got on is a loose dress covering the 
upper part of my legs, and I’m lying down on an old 
bed-roll on a bar-room floor. The man now has both his 
hands free; he is using them to work my breasts, while 
he is kissing my neck and lips. Ok this isn’t a 
romantic situation, but boy did it feel good. 

I was soon responding to his probing tongue as if it 
was an encounter with a lover. Now one of his hands was 
roaming down my torso and as I felt his fingers reach 
the edge of my bushy mound, I gave one of my 
involuntary humps. Now being flat on my back, I was 
able to assist the lift by forcing my heals back into 
the floor. I suddenly realised what I was doing as his 
hand cupped my bushy mound, and I felt his finger ends 
dancing on the lips of my pussy.

I would have let out a gasp of surprise, and maybe then 
tried to make some kind of protest, but our mouths were 
locked in a French kiss, and he wasn’t about to let me 
break it off! I was wriggling my hips and pulling with 
both of my hands gripped tightly on his wrist. But my 
strength was no match for his. So as I tried to fight 
him off using all my strength, all I succeeded in doing 
was to shake my dress down my body, to a point where it 
just slipped over my knees and down to my ankles!

I was now naked, his body weight was now being brought 
to bear on mine, and he’d got his fingers into my hole. 
But this was not getting me aroused, on the contrary, 
the work he’d done so far was now all being undone. And 
if they were going to keep to their word, the second I 
got my mouth free, I’d be able to stop him. But I guess 
he knew that, and he was intent on getting himself in 
between my legs, and his dick stuck up me before either 
his time runs out, or I get my lips free. I obviously 
couldn’t see what he was doing, but as he climbed in 
between my legs, the contact with his bare skin told me 
he hadn’t got any pants on!

I resigned my self to a rough desperate thrust, without 
any easing up or gentle manipulation.

"Hang on there blue. You do know the rules, don’t you?"

I could see the copper’s big truncheon tapping on this 
man’s shoulder, inches from my eye. The man’s eyes 
swivelled past mine and focused on it. I saw a look of 
‘Oh Shit’ appear in his expression. He knew one lunge 
of his hips would bring that big wooden baton crashing 
against his skull. His lips lifted from mine, and I let 
rip.

"Get him off, he’s raping me!"

"Ok blue, you heard her."

The man stood up, picking up his pants as he did so, 
and making one last sulky remark.

"Well at least I got my finger up her."

Arnold knelt down by my side, and I sat up and lent 
down to retrieve my dress.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, but I thought he was going to rape me."

"Don’t you worry your pretty little head; we won’t let 
you get raped. In fact before we let anyone fuck you, I 
promise we will ask you for a yes. Is that good 
enough?"

Well I couldn’t really want any more reassurance than 
that, could I?

"Yes I guess so."

"But from now on, I’ll be letting two men play with you 
at the same time."

"Oh I’m not sure about that."

"Don’t be silly, just give it a try for me, if you 
don’t like it we’ll go back to one, ok?"

"Ok then."

"Here I’ll take that for you."

"But I was..."

"Don’t be silly, you know there’s no point in trying to 
cover-up now."

And with that he stood up, taking my dress with him.

As he moved out, a man knelt down either side of me. 
One began kissing me, which at first got me a little 
worried, but then as his hands touched my breasts, I 
felt my excitement returning. The second man, although 
I couldn’t see him, must have been somewhere down by my 
legs, as his first touch was a hand stroking one of my 
feet, and then the back of my calf. 

This I found strange, but not worrying. My man at the 
top is working my breasts to perfection, and his kisses 
and love bites around my neck are really putting me at 
my ease. The foot man is kissing his way all around my 
feet, and now working up my legs. Well my pussy is well 
and truly on show, and I’m humping it to the 
manipulation of my breasts, but knowing this man is 
getting higher with his kisses, is sending a wave of 
excitement up to my pussy from the other end as well. 

Oh god! He’s kissing the inside of my left knee, and to 
do this, he's got my leg folded back flat to the ground 
on the left hand side of me. Jesus! I knew he would, 
he’s now folding my right leg open as well; my pussy 
can’t get stretched any wider!

If I don’t stop him now, then it’ll be too late. He’s 
kissing my right leg, and licking a line up my inner 
thigh. God please! Why make me like it so much, if it's 
wrong? My lips are free to protest. I need to speak 
now.

"Ple..." The man is now licking my left leg, starting 
back down by my knee.

"Did you want to say something?"

I don’t answer, just slowly shake my head.

"Oh god! Yes. Oh god please. Yes, yes."

His tongue touches my pussy lips, and I can’t control 
my actions. I’m lifting wildly, so much so, his tender 
licking is ending up with me bashing my pussy into his 
face. The man who was manipulating my breasts has stood 
up, but within second he’s back down kneeling astride 
my bust, without any pants. His great big hard dick 
dropped in between my tits, and he’s holding them 
around it as he thrusts towards my face.

The man on my pussy has now got his face firmly into my 
crotch, as he licks pokes and sucks both my holes and 
clit. I know it's now game over, and even if I was 
given the choice at this stage, I’d choose to be 
fucked, but there is still a nagging worry, thinking 
about just how many men there are in this bar! But I 
haven’t time to worry about that, as the man who’s been 
fucking my tits, has now moved down and is now 
positioning himself in between my legs!

I see the policeman leaning down towards my face.

"Well Jane Benson, do you want a fucking?"

"Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

What can I say, he was up in one thrust, and it didn’t 
matter how hard he rammed, my pussy was more than ready 
for it. I’d already had several minor orgasms while 
these men had been working on me, but not been able to 
let myself go, so now I just went with the flow, 
freaking whenever my body wanted to. Both of these men 
took their turn to pump their spunk deep up inside me, 
and as soon as the second one was done, another was 
ready to take his place.

I remember thinking to myself, ‘so much for his idea of 
me having two men at a time play with me from now on. 
Cos they’re back to taking it in turns again’. And in 
fact a little smirk came to my face. Then this next man 
took hold of me, and lifted me to my feet, and he got 
onto the bed-roll and lay flat, just his dick stood to 
attention. Then as he held his hands out to me, I 
stepped astride him and lowered myself onto his dick. I 
was above him on my hands and knees, and having to fuck 
myself. This I found so strange, raping myself on a 
total stranger!

It didn’t of course take long before I was ramming 
myself onto him with the excited enthusiasm of a 
novice, totally oblivious to the man playing around 
with my pussy and bottom. It was only when I realised 
he was pushing something up my bottom, that I froze. 
He’d got my hips in a tight grip, and his dick was at 
least two or three inches up my bottom, and still 
getting deeper. When I could eventually get my breath, 
and senses back, I let out a protest.

"Stop him. Please he’s fucking my bottom." Arnold knelt 
down by my side.

"Calm down Jane. Come-on just take a deep breath, and 
hold still."

He turned his head to the man behind me.

"Go on ease some more up her, she’ll take it."

He’d taken hold of my shoulders, and this man was 
pushing relentlessly up, just stopping occasionally to 
give a slight withdrawal, and then back up again.

"Oh god! Please it hurts."

"Ok she’s got the lot up now."

"There you are, I bet you never thought you’d be able 
to take all that?"

"Please, it’s hurting me."

"Ok, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Come-on we’ll lift 
you off Jake for a couple of minutes, while Arthur here 
get that little bottom run-in a bit."

And as he was saying it, the man up my bottom and 
Arnold, both lifted me off the dick belonging to the 
man underneath me. As I felt it slip out, they lowered 
me back down.

"There you are girl, you’ll be right now. Go on then 
art, but start off a bit gentle."

His dick began pumping in and out of my bottom, and I 
tried to protest.

"Please no."

"Come-on love you ain’t giving him a chance. Just grit 
your teeth for the first few strokes and you’ll soon 
get into the swing of it. Come-on Art, get your fingers 
on her clit before she starts freaking."

Well whether it was his fingers on my clit, or as he’d 
said ‘I’d get used to it after a few strokes’, but one 
way or another, I just started to get turned on to this 
fucking, and even began to ride my bottom back to meet 
him thrusting up me!

His spunk didn’t take long to arrive, and I even felt a 
minor tremor rippling through my pussy while he pumped 
it deep inside my bottom! But once he pulled out, the 
man underneath me wasted no time in getting his dick 
back into my pussy. Although I immediately joined in by 
riding with him, I soon felt another pair of hands 
clasping my hips. I knew this would be another man 
mounting me from behind, but I’d resigned myself to 
taking him. I held still while he got into position, 
and then I could feel the end of his dick at my hole.

Oh god! God yes. Oh ooooh. As soon as it touched, my 
hole started pulsing, as though it was trying to open 
to let the dick inside. The dick didn’t hesitate at the 
entrance; it made contact, and just kept pushing its 
way up. But this was nothing like last time, this time 
the exhilaration as my bottom hole began to stretch was 
like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I instinctively 
pushed my bottom hard backwards, driving myself onto 
his dick.

That was the signal for them both to get back into 
their stride, and boy did they give me a fucking. The 
man under me was thrusting upwards, but the man on top 
was not only thrusting his dick into me, but also 
ramming me backwards using his hands on my hips. Both 
dicks were using their full length, penetrating deep 
inside me. Gone now the previous feelings of extreme 
pain, now the pain had moved into the area of sheer 
pleasure. And all I can say if you don’t understand 
what I mean by that, is, ‘It’s about time you tried 
double penetration sex.’ 

Well I’m now in a world of extreme emotion, being 
shaken back and forwards as these two men fuck the 
living daylights out of me. My only thoughts are to 
attempt to coincide my orgasm with theirs if I can. No 
worries now about how many more men I’ve got to take, 
or about my shattered reputation.
 
"Blaaaar."

The noise of the audience was suddenly overshadowed by 
a blast of a horn, which although it was nearly a mile 
away, reverberated through the bar.

"Ok lads, shows over. These u’ll be the last two lucky 
buggers. The rest of you had better start getting your 
kit together, he don’t wait around long."

The sound of the horn on the arriving Land Train had 
somehow taken my mind off my quest to have a 
simultaneous orgasm, but no way had it distracted the 
two men fucking me, they were gonna finish what they’d 
started come hell or high water. But as these things 
go, it was only a few minutes before the first man 
started jerking his cum into my pussy, I was on the 
point of cumming myself, and there was no way I could 
hold back until the man up my bottom was ready.

So although the man under me triggered the event, he’d 
stopped spunking, gone soft, and slipped out long 
before my silly gasping and moaning had ceased. The man 
up my bottom actually lifted me up to allow the man 
under me to get out, he then pulled out, turned me on 
my back, lifted my legs up high and wide, and re-
entered my bottom, but with us in the missionary 
position. It only took him a few rapid strokes, before 
he too was cuming, pumping his sticky spunk deep into 
my bottom.

Once he’d pulled out, like all the others, he just 
picked up his pants, and walked away, no ‘thank you’, 
‘kiss my arse’ or ‘fuck-all.’ But what did I expect? I 
sat myself up, and could see all the men busily sorting 
out their kit bags, finishing their beers, and 
beginning to make their way outside. I was about to get 
to my feet, thinking I’d better get a move-on. Then 
Arnold put his hand on my shoulder.

"Hold-on there my little beauty, aren’t you forgetting 
something?"

"What?"

"Don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward for 
organising that little party game for you? And what 
about Ken here? He was the one who looked after you 
making sure you didn’t get raped."

So what did happen to me? Wasn’t I raped? Well in their 
eyes, obviously not. It was just a game, which they 
thought I should be grateful for them organising. Well 
what the fuck, two more men won’t make any difference 
to either my reputation or to how sore I’ll feel later. 

Then I suddenly thought, "What about the road train, I 
can’t miss that?"

"Don’t worry your little self about that, both drivers 
will be in here as soon as they park-up, to get a few 
cold beers before they set off. They know the score 
anyway, so they’ll be taking you into the cab with them 
when they set off. Come on then girl, get that pussy of 
yours wrapped around my dick, Ken’ll take your arse."

Both these men were big. Not just the bodily physique, 
but I mean real big dicks. None of the men up to now 
had been anywhere near in either length or thickness. 
So as he pushed into my pussy, I took a sharp intake of 
breath, the stretching pushing my sensation to the 
limit. Then once he’d got fully up, I felt ken’s dick 
end, bearing in mind at this stage, I didn’t know how 
big ken was!

Like before my bottom pulsed, and I tried to push back 
as he thrust forwards. But god this was so tight, even 
with me doing my best to push against him, it took at 
least five or six in and out thrusts to ease him up, 
and I don’t think it was all in at that. 

But all in or not, they both began to fuck me, slowly 
at first, but getting faster and deeper all the time. I 
don’t think I actually blacked out, but I was in a 
trance like state, bordering on the limit of pain and 
pleasure. Big dicks are nice once you get used to them, 
but taking these two men at the same time must have 
been near to my absolute limit. They both cum, and I 
guess I had a minor tremor, but in truth, that was one 
experience, that went too far.

Once I had gained my senses, I was given a bowl of 
water and some towels to clean myself down. Once this 
was done I found myself a clean pair of knickers from 
my case, and put the bra and dress back on. The two 
drivers of the land train had just finished drinking 
their second beers, so with a third one in their hands, 
they escorted me out to their big truck.

All the men were now on board, in the three big metal 
trailers, with only a canvas tarpaulin stretched across 
the top to keep out the blaze of the sun. It was 
sheeted down leaving a large gap at both front and 
back, to aid the air flow through the trailer. But even 
though I never had to endure travelling in there, I’d 
imagine it must have been unbearable. I was however 
escorted past the trailers, up to the front wheel of 
the big truck that pulled them. To the back of the 
front wheel was a ladder, and it took a climb of about 
six feet to get up to the door to the cab.

One of the drivers climbed up first, opened the door 
and climbed inside, turning around to sit in the 
doorway. I went next, followed by the other driver, who 
I assumed wanted to get a look up my dress. Once we 
were all inside, the big engine fired up, and with a 
lurch, we began to move, slowly at first, but gradually 
over a distance of about a mile, and sixteen different 
gear changes later, we were eventually rolling along at 
about 35 MPH. You might not think that’s very quick, 
but I’m telling you, on those dirt roads, that is 
really moving.

"There’s a bunk in the back of the cab, I guess you’ll 
want a bit of shut-eye, it’ll be a long trip."

"Thank you. I half expect... No, sorry. Just thank 
you." I turned and began to clamber into the cabs bunk 
area.

"Come-on then. What were you going to say?"

"Nothing, it really doesn’t matter."

"Come-on, we’re doing you a favour here, the least you 
can do is be frank with us."

"I’m sorry. But it’s just me tarring you with the same 
brush as all these other brutes out here."

"So what were you going to say?"

"I half expected you two to both want, you know, sex."

"And if we did?"

"Well I expect like you say, you’re doing me a favour. 
If you hadn’t let me ride up here, I’d be getting raped 
in the trailer, so it would be only fair to reward 
you."

"Well I hadn’t even thought about sex, but being as you 
put it like that, I think you’re right. Tell you what, 
I’ll climb in the bunk with you now, and once you’ve 
sorted me out, I’ll drive while you sort out Graham. 
How’s that sound?"

‘Hadn’t even thought of it,’ who’s he kidding! But 
after my last ordeal, taking these two one at a time 
couldn’t be too much of a job, no matter how big their 
dicks were.

"Come-on then Charlie, lets see what turns you on."

As I got onto the bunk, I stripped off naked, and lay 
on my back, Charlie soon joined me, he had already 
stripped before climbing over.

He fucked me three times, once up my bottom, and twice 
in my pussy, but I won’t go into detail, as it was 
pretty uneventful. In fact even though I wouldn't tell 
him. I found it quite boring. Yes I had minor tremors, 
but nothing that could have be measured on the Richter 
scale. So as he moved away, having satisfied his sexual 
urge, I lay back waiting for non event number two to 
arrive. I guess it isn’t possible for a man on his own 
to build the sexual atmosphere that I’d just 
experienced in that bar.

They don’t stop the truck to change over drivers, but 
it isn’t just a two second operation. So while they 
were going about there changeover routine, the effect 
of the beer, tiredness, and the motion of the truck, 
all combined to send me to the land of nod. So I’m 
sleeping away, and drifting into dreamland.

As you might expect, my dream is about sex, or more 
accurately, me being fucked. Well let’s start as far 
back in my dream as I can remember, cos like all 
dreams, the actual start is very vague. I think I’m 
lying in a hay-cart, or something like that, and I can 
feel the sun beating down on me. Yes it is a hay-cart, 
and it’s being pulled by my uncle’s old Fergie tractor. 

In fact as I turn to look forwards, he is looking back 
waving. I wave back to him, but now he’s shaking his 
fist. I wonder why, but as I roll over onto my back 
again, I see old Dave (Dave is what we’d call the 
village idiot, a grown man, that has the mental age of 
a child) looming high above me, blocking out the sun. 
Now Dave is tugging at my dress, and it shreds like 
it’s made of paper, so now I'm suddenly naked. 

But Dave is no longer Dave; he’s now Robin Hood or more 
accurately, Errol Flynn. This is one weird dream, Robin 
Hood is stood above me, blocking the sun from my eyes, 
and taking off his clothes. I’m on my back, naked, with 
him stood in between my open legs. 

He smiles down at me, God look at his chin, such a firm 
square jaw. He takes off his shirt, God look at his 
naked chest, so broad and manly. He pulls down his 
tights; God look at the size of his dick, the 
reputation he’s got doesn’t do him justice. He towers 
above me, with a dick dropping almost down to his 
knees. 

Now he kneels down, puts his hands on my ankles, and I 
willingly lift them high and wide. He kisses my inner 
thigh, my pussy begins to throb. Now he’s kissing the 
other side, god, I’m on fire, I want him, I want him 
now. His kisses get higher up my leg until he’s kissing 
my pussy lips. I’m lifting my pussy high to meet his 
tongue, and he’s lapping into my slit. 

Now he’s sucking my clit, my pussy is pulsing wildly. 
His tongue traces its way up over my mound of bushy 
hair, across my naked belly, laps into my belly button, 
continues up the valley of my ribs, climbs the mountain 
that is my left tit, and circles my nipple. With each 
nibble and tweak that his mouth makes on my nipples, I 
heave towards him with my pussy. Oh god what a 
sensational lover he is. 

So romantic. So handsome. Oh my god! He’s so big as 
well. His dick is stretching my pussy, and as I thrust 
towards him I accelerate the entry of his monster. My 
tummy feels inflated as he reaches full depth. His 
thrusting starts slowly, but in no time, he’s 
increasing his speed. 

Now he’s got hold of my hips and he is ramming me hard. 
This isn’t a dream; my head is being banged against the 
end wall of the bunk! Oh god it’s real! This man is 
giving me a fucking to rival anything I’ve had earlier 
today. The sweat is pouring off me, and my body is 
being pulverised by his powerful thrusting. 

Now with my eyes wide open I can see this isn’t Errol 
Flynn or Robin Hood, its Graham the second driver. And 
right now, I’ll take back what I said earlier about one 
man not being able to get me going. He’s got my body 
doubled-up with my legs stretched wide open, and ankles 
up by my shoulders. His ramming is so violent, but I 
want more of it. Now I’m awake, I begin to express my 
feeling to him.

"Yes fuck me harder! Oh yes fuck it! Yes more. Up my 
arse!"

Well I can maybe understand me getting into the swing 
of thinks, and talking dirty, but I’ve never used the 
word arse before. And anyway, do I really want him to 
fuck my bottom? Well I’ve done it now, he obviously 
heard me, and his dick is now lining up my bottom hole. 
My bottom is again pulsing open, ready to take him. Oh 
fuck yes! God how could I have not liked being fucked 
in the bottom that first time? 

"Yes fuck it! Give it to me! Oh god yes harder! Oh god 
I’m cumming."

Well as my pussy exploded, so did his dick. He was 
jerking his cum up my bottom, and I jerked my hips, and 
my pussy literally squirted my cum all over his belly. 
God did I feel ashamed, it was as though I was a little 
girl again, and I’d wet myself. Or more to the point, 
as though I’d some how peed on him. 

His spunk was all spent, then his dick went limp and 
slipped out. At which point he let go of my ankles, and 
I let my legs fall back against the wall one side, and 
across into the cab area on the other. But my orgasm 
was still going, not squirting, but my hips giving 
random pumps, and sticky fluid trickling from my pussy.

It appeared to go on for ever, but I guess it was only 
a minute or two. When I felt my normal head returning, 
I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked down. 
What a mess. God did I feel embarrassed.

"I’m sorry, I I don’t know what happened. I’ve never 
done that before."

"So old Graham here ain’t such a bad old fuck?"

"Are you kidding, I’ve never. I mean you were the best 
I’ve ever had. Nobody has ever made it do that before."

"Here. Get yourself cleaned up."

He handed me a towel and a damp cloth.

"You can have yourself a sleep now; we won’t be 
stopping for about ten hours."

Then he turned away, with the biggest smile on his 
face. I got myself cleaned-up, and snuggled myself back 
into the bunk, this time my dream was just that, still 
about sex, or me being fucked, but it meandered through 
all other things as well. But one more thing I will 
mention, is Grahams dick, it wasn’t the monster I’d 
dreamt about, I’d say it was fairly average, so how he 
got me so aroused, I’ll never know.

I awoke several hours later, and the big truck was 
still rumbling it way along the road. But I guess this 
section was more rutted than the previous stretch, and 
even though the truck was travelling slower, it was 
lurching about quite violently. It must have been this 
lurching about that had stirred me from my slumbers, 
and as I sat up, Graham turned and gave me a big smile.

"How’s our Jane? Does that feel better?"

"I feel wonderful, but I could eat a horse."

"Well I haven’t got any horses for you, but there’s 
some tucker in here, go on help yourself."

He handed me a tin box, with various food items in it. 
I got myself up, and made my way across into the cab 
area, where I sat down next to Graham, and began 
eating.

"So what exactly are you coming out to this god 
forsaken place for?"

When I explained what I was going to be doing and who I 
was going to be working for, he shook his head.

"You poor little girl; looks like you’ve been 
suckered."

"What do you mean?"

Well it turns out the man who owns the mine, lives on 
his own, isn’t married, and hasn’t got children. And 
his name is Mr Gordon, not Simpson. The only Mr Simpson 
of any note runs a brothel, about two miles from the 
mine! So it looked at this point like I’d come all the 
way from England to work as a whore in an out-back 
brothel!

The story does continue, but I don’t take up my 
arranged position working in a brothel, I manage to get 
a job... Well I think I’ll leave that for part two, 
that is if anyone is interested.

END

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at 
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My stories are written for people who like sexual 
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criticisms, this is also welcome, providing it is 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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