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First Published: 14 January 2015

Almost Caught Out
By Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M+/F, Beast, Masturbation Exhibitionism, Voyeurism Oral Sex, Incest

I'd been running around all evening and I was still getting over a bad case of the flu. I was heading up to bed at midnight when Johnny said that I should take some Aspirin and have a lie-in in the morning, he said that he'd take care of the kids, get their breakfast and even drop them off at school on his way to work.

The kids woke me up, they always did in the mornings because our four bedrooms were at the same end of the house and mine was next to our shared bathroom. The other end of the house had Johnny's study, his bedroom, the two spare bedrooms and the shared bathroom that Johnny usually had to himself when we didn't have guests. I woke, took more Aspirin and went straight back to sleep.

I eventually woke to silence; I couldn't remember the last time the house was silent when I woke up. I felt almost liberated, as I walked through my bedroom door I allowed my hand to trail across my dressing gown hanging on the back of the door. It had been many years since I'd been able to leave my bedroom wearing just my nighty, not that it was particularly sexy, just thin cotton, box cut neck line and, because it was summer and very hot, the shortest length of nighty that I owned.

No, I didn't chicken out and pull my dressing gown on, the house was empty, totally empty and I'd luxuriate in the freedom to walk around dressed so decadently. I made myself coffee and toast for breakfast, it was nine o'clock in the morning and I didn't have any appointments until ten o'clock when I was due at the library to give a lesson in using Photoshop to the ladies of the historical society. They had a collection of pictures of village life over the past one hundred and fifty years and some of the oldest photographs had become damaged over the years.

I'd planned to scan one of the old photographs into the four computers in the library to show the women the techniques for robbing one area of a photograph to fill in a damaged section, then I'd let them each have a turn at fixing the same photograph, see who did the best job and the best would be downloaded onto the village website as part of the photographic archive pf the village. The president of the historical society had insisted that the damaged scan of each photograph should stand next to the restored picture, just so everyone knew how the photograph should look.

Well, as they say, 'The best laid plans of mice and men!' I got a phone call just after nine o'clock, Ruth at the library calling to tell me that the library computer servers were down, they would probably be out of action all day and they were closing the library for the rest of the day as they couldn't issue or retrieve books. Ruth had already told the secretary of the historic society about the cancelled lesson and she was ringing around her members to let them know, 'Oh dear, how sad, never mind!' ran through my mind, Ruth had played a blinder, not only didn't I have to teach for two hours; I didn't even have to ring around the students either.

'Well girl, you could make another coffee, take it up to bed, you can't take any more pain killers before ten-thirty but no reason not to go back to bed!'

I put the kettle back on to boil, we had a very expensive coffee making machine but I didn't really like the taste of coffee so I made instant coffee just so I could make it very weak. Before the kettle boiled there was a knock at the front window and then a ringing of the front door bell. I went to the doorway through to the living room but couldn't see anyone. I was looking around to see if there was anything that I could put on over my nighty but Johnny had done a really good job of tidying up the place before he went to work and I couldn't see a single thing to wear over my nighty.

I walked gingerly towards the front door and when I was more than half way there the postman suddenly appeared in front of the half glass door, looking in to see if I was home. "Hi Mrs Clark, three to sign for today and one oversized package!"

Part of me wanted to drop down behind the sofa to get out of sight but in the few moments of indecision I realised that it was just too late to hide, he'd already seen me in just my nighty, and to prove the point his eyes were flicking rapidly from my breasts to between my legs, ten changes a second with every third change moving to my cleavage and every tenth up to my face and every time he made eye contact with me as I stood there petrified like stone he allowed his smile to broaden.

He dipped his hand into his satchel and took out the package to show me that it was far too big for the letter box. Pull yourself together, you're just being childish, just pretend that you're wearing a lightweight summer dress and not a nighty, lift your chin girl and take a deep breath, now just get over there and sign for the letters!

I took my deep breath and girded my loins before stepping out and heading for the front door, I told myself, 'Come on, I'm sure some people go out to nightclubs with less clothes on than I'm wearing right now!' I turned the latch on the front door lock and the door bounced open an inch, 'Yes but they're younger, they aren't mothers to three children or married to respectable rural businessmen and, and! The most important thing of all it's far darker at a nightclub!'

"Sorry about this Mrs C but you've got to sign for each letter individually."

Pete had been our village postman from the days when he had to cycle out to us from the sorting office in Wellingborough, he knew everyone in the village and he was so well known that he was invited to every christening, marriage and funeral of anyone connected with the village, now he only did half of our village, he had a partner who did the new estates on the outer edge if the village, twice the households but in a quarter of the area. Pete's partner was younger and he drove the post-office van, he would pick Pete up somewhere close to my house each day and then drive over to the next village where again, Pete would deliver a smaller amount of mail to the spread out village houses while the younger man dashed around the rabbit hutches thrown up in the nineteen-eighties.

Pete handed me the first letter and his little computer, "Just sign inside the box please. Very hot today, I see you're dressed for the weather today Mrs C."

I kind of ignored his comment, I just wanted to get it over and escape back into my house. I handed him his computer back so he could find the second of the letters in the database. He handed me his computer again and the second letter, "I guess a lot of your neighbours are on holiday this week, I usually end up turning down offers of coffee all morning but today not one seemed to be in at all."

I signed the tiny screen again and thought, 'He's angling for a coffee or is he just trying to get in the house with me because I'm dressed in just my skimpy nighty?'

Pete had a bit of a reputation around the village, he may be old but he seemed to know exactly who to target in the village, who was vulnerable, or just who was 'Ripe' and open to his attention. Was I his next victim or target? I signed for the third letter and Pete was kind of easing me backwards into the house and he was following me in. He reached for my cheek and was brushing his fingertips down my jaw-line to my neck.

I lost track of time momentarily and by the time I refocused on the here and now Peter's fingers were easing my left shoulder strap off of my shoulder and we were three feet inside my living room with the front door wide open still. I was just holding the three recorded delivery letters in my left hand, I looked down, Pete was dressed in a pale blue polo shirt with the Royal Mail logo emblazoned over his left breast and he was wearing the long shorts that formed their summer uniform, just above knee length, thin cotton, dark blue and stopping just above his knees but I was sure that the pole tenting the front of his shorts wasn't part of his uniform.

Pete moved in again, my calves were pressing against the front of the sofa so I couldn't retreat any further and now Pete was closing the gap between us. The tip of his cock was touching the back of my hand, well, the tip of his cock shrouded in thin blue cotton was pressing into the back of my hand. My shoulder strap was now falling down my arm and Pete's finger brushed back up over my throat; he pushed my chin upwards and leaned in to kiss me on my lips. There was an electric shock running through my body as our lips brushed together.

Every muscle in my body was vibrating as if I had a bad case of influenza I was even hearing trumpeting out of the clear blue sky. Pete turned his face away from mine, "Fuck it Brian, not now, not now for God's sake!" I opened my eyes and looked beyond Pete, through the open front door just as the little red van pulled up in front of my drive and Brian the driver sounded his hooter again to tell Pete that he was there to pick him up.

"Well Mrs C, I guess I'll have to take a rain-check on that offer of coffee, perhaps tomorrow if I have anything to deliver to you and can get round a little faster. It'd be nice if you were dressed the same way again."

Just as Pete passed through the front door my left nipple came into view but fortunately Pete didn't look back to see his unearthed prize. I stood like a zombie shaking in my boots and it slowly dawned on me that I could be seen from the lane if anyone happened to pass by. I jumped to the door to close it before I thought of covering my breast and just as the door latched closed I spotted Dave Cooper, one of my father-in-law's farm labourers driving past on a tractor and twenty ton trailer.

I assumed that Dave was checking on the field next to my cottage to see if it was ready for harvesting, Ron had been talking about the need to harvest before the weather changed at the end of the week. I double locked the front door and went through to the dining room to my computer. I felt like I was the local Bishop and I'd been playing golf on a Sunday when I should have been in church and I'd just got round the first seventeen holes in four under par, took a mighty swing from the tee and sank my first ever hole in one. In my head I was dancing from the excitement but like the Bishop, who the hell could I tell about it?

I ran to my computer in the dining room, I instantly spotted that my oldest friend in the world, Emma Carter, nee Blakeloe was on her Facebook account just updating her status to 'Fucking bored to death!' I couldn't 'chat' to her via Facebook, far to public an area so I called her on Instant Messenger.

"Hi Emma, just had a close shave!!!"

"Oh really! I thought you preferred the natural look! Who was going to shave you?"

"Not that kind of close shave you silly cow, Pete the postman caught me in just my thin nighty and he had three recorded delivery letters as well as an oversized package."

"And I'll bet you ran for the kitchen and put on your grandmother's dressing gown!"

"Did cross my mind but I was just three feet from the front door when I realised it was him, I froze for ages but in the end I went to the door wearing just my nighty."

"Get the fuck out of here!!! Not you, I don't believe you for one minute!"

"Honest, I don't know what came over me but I did, I just opened the door to him and all I had on was my thinnest summer nighty."

"No bra or knickers under it?"

"No, not a stitch, just the nighty."

"Is it see-through at all?"

"Well, not obscene but you know, there is a hint of my ginger triangle and the two 'bull's eyes' up top!"

"Go on, don't stop there!"

"Well, nothing happened, like I said, just a close shave!"

"Come on, you wouldn't have jumped straight on the internet to tell me if nothing at all had happened."

"What makes you think I jumped straight on the internet?"

"He delivers to me less than thirty minutes after you and he's not here yet!"

"Well, I don't know how it happened but he managed to get me trapped against the sofa, he kissed me and he pushed one of the straps off of my shoulder."

"Did he get to second base?"

"I don't think he got to first base but I was very confused about what was going on so he could have got to first base. His mate came to pick him up before anything could happen so as I say, just a close shave."

"Did he get to see the full naked puppy?"

"No, well, I don't think he did, he was half way down the drive before I realised one of my boys were out in the open."

"Poor old Pete, he doesn't get the action he used to get but he's still quite a good lover!"

"How the hell do you know?"

"Winter's days can seem like an eternity when you're stuck at home with the kids at school, you're lucky that you have the farm on your doorstep, you can just step out of your back door and find something to do to keep you busy."

The instant messenger screen suddenly changed, Emma had turned her webcam on and was inviting me to open her video feed, I didn't have a camera so tried to avoid watching camera feeds but I opened Emma's feed, she was turning the camera towards her front door.

"Just a minute, I'm coming."

I heard the front door bell ring as Emma focused the camera in on the door as best as she could, then she pulled her t-shirt off and picked up a towel to hold in front of herself.

As she shouted, "Who is it?" She dropped her skirt and kicked it away to one side so it ended up behind the front door.

Emma opened the door holding the towel with her forearm across her chest. Pete the postman was standing on the doorstep, "Sorry Emma, this letter was damaged in the sorting office, I've been asked to get you to check the content to see if there's anything missing."

Emma turned to look straight at her webcam and me and she gave a wink and a smile as she stood there in just her bra and panties with a towel held up across her chest. Emma was fighting a valiant battle with the towel to keep her body as covered up as possible while trying to open the torn envelope.

Pete was shuffling into the living room slowly, gently and almost imperceptibly easing Emma away from the door, just like he had done to me earlier. It was quite an education to see the way that Pete used his body a little like a sheep dog to move Emma into her room and closer to the focal point of Emma's webcam.

Pete made two moves almost simultaneously; he used the back of his foot to close the front door with a bang and as the rapport echoed around my dining room through my PC speakers he tugged at the front of Emma's towel, leaving her standing in front of him and the camera in just her bra and panties. She didn't seem to care one little jot, she just finished opening the envelope and checking the contents as if she was still covered by the towel.

Pete's hands were on Emma's bra cups before she finished looking through her letter and she finally dropped the envelope and contents on the floor as Pete kissed her and lifted her bra to reveal her petite thirty-four inch 'B' cup breasts. Pete pushed the cups of Emma's bra over the top of her head leaving just her shoulder straps in place. He dipped his head to her breasts as he dropped his satchel onto the floor behind him and as he kissed, bit and suckled on Emma's breasts he was pushing her knickers to the floor.

As I watched my hand slipped between my legs and I found a soaking wet pussy waiting for my fingers to rub gently between my legs. Emma stepped out of her knickers and said, "You can't cum in me, it's totally the wrong day, I'm right at my most fertile today."

Pete's shorts were around his ankles and his cock bounced into view. Pete might be old but he had a very well respectably sized cock, men a quarter of his age would be more than happy to have that hanging between their legs. Emma was pushed against the arm of her sofa so that her bottom pressed against its arm, he pulled his polo shirt off and dropped that to the floor as well and bent his knees slightly to line up with her cunt and drove his cock forward into her.

Pete didn't fuck Emma for long but he drove her into three or four orgasms before pulling his hips back rapidly, "So, where can I cum, you want to try it up your arse?"

"There's no way I'm going to try taking that monster up my arse, not until I've had a lot more practice with my husband first."

"Well, do you want to suck me and let me splash down on your face and tits?"

My body shook through an orgasm and that surprised me a little as it was a very rare occurrence and then Emma looked over in my direction again, as if she was in my living room not hers and she was looking through the doorway right at me as I masturbated. The few times I had masturbated in the past, as soon as I climaxed I would stop, not wanting to overdo things or make myself sore but as Emma looked, seemingly into my eyes, I kept rubbing ever harder, driving my climax to a higher peak.

Emma slid down off of the arm of the sofa and onto her knees; she smiled at me and then took Pete's cock into her mouth and started to suck him with gusto. Emma realised that the back of her head and her long hair was cutting my view of what she was doing so she shuffled around on her knees until she could see the webcam from the corner of her eye.

She was sucking and trying really hard to get all of Pete's cock into her mouth but she kept coughing and choking when Pete's cockhead hit the back of her throat, after a minute she pulled her mouth off of Pete's cock, "This is no good, I'm at the wrong angle to get you all the way in!"

Emma jumped to her feet and started to push the sofa slightly so that I'd still have the best possible view of what she was doing. She jumped up on the sofa, got on her back and shuffled along the sofa until her shoulders were right on top of the arm of the sofa and allowed her head to hang down so that she was upside down, her hair brushing against the floor.

Pete stepped in and fed his cock into Emma's mouth, when he was about half way in Emma coughed and gagged but Pete told her to swallow and he just pushed harder and his cock continued to disappear into her mouth, I gasped as I watched her throat start to expand around his cock and as he fucked her throat I could see where his cockhead was each monument of his thrusting, I could also see Emma was swallowing all of the time that his cock was in her throat.

Suddenly Pete jumped backwards and then his cock started to erupt all over Emma's face and breasts. Emma looked over in my direction and gave me a smile through a face full of spunk, it suddenly dawned on me that Emma hadn't just had sex with Pete for the fun of it she was putting on a show for me.

Emma threw her towel on the seat of the sofa and Pete sat there totally naked as Emma made them both a cup of coffee, my fingers were just slowing down and I was falling from the highest sexual peak I'd ever known in my life, Emma was just coming back into view with two cups of coffee still totally naked when I heard my back door close and my father-in-law, Ron, walked into the kitchen.

I heard Emma giggle and tried to kill the program before Ron heard the sounds of two people engaging in post coital conversation, I also had to pull the front of my nighty back over my legs so he didn't see what I'd been up to a few seconds earlier.

"Good morning Victoria, you still in your mighty at this time of day?"

Panic set in but I tried to front it out with Ron, "It's just a summer dress dad, it's going to be really hot today before the storm that's due to come in tomorrow."

"Yes, we're expecting a lot of rain and high winds tomorrow that's why I've brought three teams of harvesters to get the big field cropped tonight, just checked the moisture content and it's still three percent too high, so we're having an early lunch, give the sun another hour to dry that last bit out. I popped in to use your kitchen to make a mashing for the lads."

"Well... I can do it for you if you like, how many guys have you got with you?"

"There's eight of us, nine with me, ten with you."

"Oh, I'm not ready for a cup of tea yet."

"Don't be silly, you have to come out and have a cup with us, I've got three new Polish workers and I want them to see how lucky I am to have such a gorgeous daughter to look after me in my old age."

Ron laughed out loud to make me think it was a joke but I knew he was serious and now that Ron had seen the way I was dressed I couldn't do a lot about it other than grab some knickers and pull them on as soon as he was out of the way.

Ron headed for the back door and opened it. 'Right, how quickly can I get up to my bed room, grab the first pair of knickers I can find and get them on before Ron comes back?'

"It's okay guys, Vicky's in, you won't have to put up with my tea, someone get on the radio to Dave Cooper and tell him to get another ploughman's lunch for her, she's joining us on our picnic."

I was in the starting blocks, just waiting for Ron to close the door on his way out but then he was at my side again, "I was expecting you to be at the Library today, weren't you doing a lesson on Photoshop today with the old hags club."

"Why do you fund the Historical society if you don't value the work they do?"

"Keeps my accountant happy and keeps Johnny's mother off my back, she's interested in anything that can be remotely classed as cultural."

I made a huge pot of tea, too heavy for me to carry out to the field so Ron had to take it while I carried a tray with ten cups, a bowl of sugar and two litres of milk on it. Ron still wouldn't leave me on my own long enough to grab some panties to put on, he held the back door open for me as I had my hands full with the huge tray, so there I was, walking across my back garden to the fence panel that Ron had removed to get access to my back garden from his field.

As I walked towards the large flat trailer that would carry the bales of hay back to the Dutch barn after the wheat had been thrashed, all the labourers were sitting around on the back of the trailer, they had brought a few bales left from the previous year's harvest, just in case they needed traction under tyres or something in the soft mud and the men were using them as seating and a low table on the back of the trailer.

I got a surprise as I walked towards nine men on the trailer; I had expected to be very mellow, I'd had the orgasm of my life less than thirty minutes earlier so I should have been mellow but as I walked towards the men I found that I suddenly started to get juiced up all over again and even though my father-in-law was behind me I was swishing my tail from side to side as I walked.

I knew five of the men sitting around on the trailer and they all smiled at the unfamiliar way that I was dressed. I had a reputation for being very prim and proper and for dressing very conservatively and here I was, almost naked and the only woman amongst ten men. Ron's new labourers from Poland looked interesting, two were obviously brothers and both were body builders, they were sitting there on a straw bale all they were wearing in the sun was shorts and work boots without socks, the other two men were slighter and were wearing bib and brace type overalls with no shirts under.

Ron offered to help me up onto the back of the trailer but I declined his offer, I was worried that Ron would feel just how naked I was under my nighty and that something would slip and leave me totally naked or flashing most of my body to Ron's men. There was the sound of a car hooter out on the lane in front of my house so I left Ron pouring the tea out and went to see who was tooting their hooter.

Emma had driven over and was parked on my drive sounding her horn to get my attention. Fortunately the field gate out onto the lane was open so I didn't have to climb over it. Emma spotted me walking up the lane and grinned at me.

"After I got rid of Pete I wanted to ask you what you thought of my little show but you had closed down and I wanted to apologise in person if I'd gone too far."

"No, don't be silly, it was fun to watch, after knowing you for thirty one years I didn't think it was possible to see a different side of you but I certainly did."

"Well then, why did you close the link?"

"Ron walked in the kitchen; I panicked and just hit any button I could."

"You should have left the link open; Ron would have loved the show. Wait a minute; did Ron catch you masturbating while you were watching me and Pete?"

"He did not!"

Emma grinned, "But you did masturbate? Didn't you?"

I just blushed and looked at my feet, Emma gave me a playful punch on my shoulder, "You did, you dog! Did you manage to get off?"

I nodded my head.

"Was your climax as good as when you and Johnny fuck? Or was it better?"

I whispered, "Better."

"What were you doing in the field dressed like that anyway?"

"Ron came round to make tea for his crew; they're going to cut the field after dinner."

"You've got a field full of sexy men and you didn't tell me straight away!"

Emma pushed me to one side and walked back to the end of my drive and down the lane to the gate into the field. When she saw ten men lounging around on the flat trailer Emma grabbed me and linked her arm in mine and whispered, "The big guy, the body builder, I'll take the morning after pill for him!"

"I think he has a brother who's almost as big but he's hidden from view at the minute, Ron didn't have time to introduce me before I heard you sounding your hooter."

Emma swaggered her hips a lot on the walk over to the impromptu picnic one of the Poles jumped down, he grabbed Emma and hoisted her up to his brother who pulled her onto the trailer with them, before I could say no, he had me in the air too, his nose sniffing at the crack of my arse through the thin cotton material before his brother grabbed my arms and lifted me the rest of the way.

I sat on a straw bale next to Emma and we were both given a little food, just cheese and bread with pickles but everything was fresh and the bread still warm from the oven. Ron gave Emma a sweet smile, "Hi Emma, what brings you this way?"

"Hi Ron, Well, it was so hot in my little house that I wanted to get outside and do a little sunbathing but you've been to my house, there's too many people who can look into my garden."

"They've all seen you in a bikini before."

"Yes but I was hoping not to have any tan lines this year so I was going to try and talk Vicky into doing a little sun worshiping with me!"

"Were you planning on going all the way in Vicky's garden?"

"Well, I was if I could talk Vicky into joining me!"

Ron looked at me, "Well, looks to me like Vicky is most of the way there already, if you lead the way, I'm sure she'll follow and the guys have an hour before I'm going to make them start back to work."

Emma licked her lips as she looked over at me, then she pulled her t-shirt off, she wasn't wearing a bra so her tits were out in the open in a flash, Emma did a little non-verbal in my direction, she was telling me to take my nighty off, then Emma walked on her hands and knees to one of the Polish brothers and handed him a bottle of sun cream for him to rub over her upper body.

"That's Ziggy, he doesn't speak much English but he's hard as iron and full of stamina, his Brother is George, two years younger but just as fit."

As Ziggy rubbed cream over Emma's tits George came up behind her and started to open her shorts and pull them down and within seconds Emma was naked, on her back in the straw with Ziggy's cock in her cunt and George's cock in her mouth.

Ron said something in Polish and his other two new men came over to me and even though I protested I was naked in a flash. I fought both men off to stop them pinning me on my back like Ziggy had Emma. The man trying to fuck me looked at Ron with a concerned expression, "Okay, you'll both have to take Emma after George and Ziggy have finished with her."

I grabbed at my nighty and was about to pull it back on but Ron stopped me, he had cupped his left hand and filled it with tanning cream and while I watched Emma being spit-roasted by two huge Poles, both senses of the word, Ron started massaging the sun cream over my upper body.

Ron was the only one not watching Emma and her two new lovers fucking in the straw the five old hands had formed a circle around the scene and the other two new guys were standing over the fucking group and they were stepping out of their overalls, getting ready to take their turn.

Ron was soothing my ragged nerves as he massaged sun oil deeply into my breasts and I was reasonably happy because no one was looking at Ron and I so I didn't stop him, he pushed me onto my back and began to massage down over my belly as he kissed me and whispered, "I'll let you keep your virtue for today but I've got to warn you that I'll be back in the next few days to take you so get your head around that prospect!"

Ron kissed me again and his fingertips massaged slippery oil down between my legs and I even opened them for him, let him masturbate me as I watched Emma and the four Polish men fucking for an hour solid as five men ate their lunch.

It had certainly been a day of close shaves, well for me at any rate, almost fucked by Postman Pete, almost caught masturbating by my father-in-law, almost fucked by two farm labourers who didn't speak English and who I still didn't know the names of. In one sunny summer's morning I'd come so close to a new sexual life and there was threat or promise of more to come in the near, very near future.

Ron started his men working and Emma clambered down from the back of the trailer, still naked, covered in spunk and a river of cum running down her legs, she was still carrying her clothes, I was about to put my nighty back on but when I saw how happy Emma was walking in the field in the nude I clambered down after her still naked too.

"Why aren't you getting dressed Emma?"

"No point, Ron will want his fun, and if his damned sheepdog's around he'll bring him in to play as well!"

"What do you mean? He'll bring Ben in to play as well?"

"Ron likes to share his pleasure with his best friend, well, he likes to share with all of his friends but he does like the degradation of a woman acting as a dog's bitch."

Emma and I walked through my back garden and into my kitchen, I said, "You want to take a shower?"

"No, I think Ron will be here any minute with Ben and he'll want his dog to clean me up."

"Ron will not bring his dog; anyway, he's got too much work to do, I doubt we'll see Ron again this afternoon, I think I heard his landrover driving away so he's already gone."

Emma filled a glass with cold water and took it into the back garden with a towel to lie on, she was still totally naked, still covered in semen. I desperately wanted to get dressed, wanted to put on knickers and a bra, wanted to put on my conservative, below the knee, dress or jeans and t-shirt.

Emma would have laughed at me though so I bit the bullet and followed her back into the garden. I heard barking and Ron's whistle telling his sheepdogs where to go even there were no sheep this close to the farm. The sounds were getting closer and closer, Ron was taking the path that ran from the farm house to the back of my property.

Ron opened the gate and two dogs ran in ahead of him, Emma propped herself up on her elbows and called out, "Hi Ben, good to see you again, and who's your friend?"

Ben of course didn't answer Emma's question but Ron did, "This is Ben's son Roger, I thought he could watch his dad, pick up a few tips from him."

Ben was all over Emma, licking every millimetre of her body that was covered in semen before finally finding the river running out of her cunt. Roger wasn't paying a lot of attention to what Ben was doing to Emma so Ron grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him in my direction. I was sitting on a garden chair covered in the towel that I was going to lie on.

Ron pushed my knees apart and pushed Roger's mouth against my dripping wet pussy, Roger licked around for a few minutes and then he pushed his tongue deep up inside my pussy. Roger was hopping up at me; there was a flash of pink at the end of his sheath.

"Good boy, look, he seems to know instinctively what he has to do."

I looked from Roger's flash of pointy pink cock to Emma and Ben, Emma was rolling onto her hands and knees and Ben was on her back instantly, there wasn't a flash of pink at the end of his sheath, his cock was fully exposed, I could even see the fist sized lump that would lock him into his bitch during mating.

Ben was stabbing in the dark but missing the vital spot, Emma said, "No Ben, not that hole!"

I watched as Emma reached between her legs and guided Ben's cock into her cunt. Ron lifted Roger's forelegs off of the floor and Roger skipped his hind legs closer to me, the tip of his cock was now touching my pussy lips and it was starting to grow. "I'd rather you let Roger go in you but if you don't want him too I understand, you can give him a hand job this time."

I reached under Roger, wrapped my hand around his cock and pushed his sheath back to expose his knot, I gripped his knot firmly and he started humping against my hand but the tip of his cock was still just pressing between my labia and knocking at the entrance to my vaginal sheath.

Ben climaxed in Emma and he should have locked inside of her but he disengaged at his first pull, Emma had obviously been opened wide by the Russian brothers and Peter earlier in the day. A few minutes later Roger fired off, his cock was just far enough inside my pussy that the jets of semen flooded into my body.

Ron pulled Ben over to me to lick his son's seed from my cunt and he took Roger over to Emma to lick her cunt clean of his dad's spunk. I sat in the afternoon sun, patting and stroking Ben and Roger while I watched my father-in-law fucking my oldest friend. I was taking inventory, Pete the postman, four Polish farm labourers, a dog and my father-in-law, Emma had six cocks fucking her in just four hours, at least she'll have to change her Facebook status now, from 'Fucking bored to death!' to something more like, 'Fucked almost to death!' but if I were her I'd just put a smiley face.

After Ron and the dogs left Emma and I sunbathed in the nude for the rest of the afternoon until the kids got home from school and while the kids started their homework Emma and I, dressed in just dressing gowns, took a pot of tea over to the field where the guys were about half way through harvesting the field.

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