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Part 1 of Baggy Knickers was posted 17/06/2011, I have just posted part 2 (27/06/2011), click here if you have already read part 1 and want to jump to part 2.

Baggy Knickers Part 1
by Isabella

Baggy Knickers is, I know, an unusual name, it was my Uncle John's nickname for me from when I was running round in nappies, my real name is Beverly Norton, so when I got a little older and it seemed inappropriate to my father for my mother's brother to call me Baggy Knickers, he didn't call me Beverly or Bev as my father had insisted, he just switched it to 'BN' whenever we were at my house and my father could hear and Baggy Knickers the rest of the time, like when we were alone or just my mother was around.

I was only eleven years old and was just about to change over to the 'big school' as everyone called it, Pitchers Common Comprehensive School, I would have to catch a bus from home to school, and not a school bus either, a proper bus, the main difference between me and all the other eleven year old girls that were swapping schools that Autumn term was, they were all going to somewhere strange and new, out of their area, I had just spent six weeks through the summer holiday taking the bus that I would be taking to school. Uncle John actually lived at the edge of Pitchers Common, there was his back garden, then what was left of the common after the school was built, then the school, Uncle John had come up with the idea, he needed someone to walk his dog every day during the week. I was eased into the bus ride and the area around the school and I was earning three pounds a day while I was doing it.

The deal was, I would leave home early, before the usual school bus, get off the bus one stop earlier than school, outside John's house, take John's Staffordshire bull terrier, Rocky, for its early morning walk across the common, make sure he did a poo, then take him back and settling him in his room with fresh water before taking a shortcut across the common to school. I was getting a pound for that, then, at lunch time, back to Uncle John's, put rocky on the wire run in the back garden to do a tiddle while I ate my lunch. I took sandwiches for lunch every day, John had a massive fridge that he kept well stocked with sodas, there was also bottles of white wine rose and beer in the fridge, John made it clear from the outset that I could have anything that was in his kitchen, just so long as I didn't get into trouble from school or my parents.

After lunch, I would put Rocky back into his room with fresh water and his dinner and go back to school, 'kerching' another pound. After school, I had to go back to John's house again, walk Rocky, make sure that he did a poo again, then, if I had any homework I could do it at Johns house, he had a computer and the internet, we didn't have either at home, my parents were both, very, blue collar workers. If I was stopping late I could do my dinner at John's too, his freezer was full of frozen dinners for one as he lived alone apart from Rocky. My being there in the evening helped Rocky as he had been alone all day so I kept him company, I either caught a bus home when I was ready or I could wait until John got home and he would take me home in his car, another pound earned.

Doing my homework at John's house also meant that I could leave my books and satchel there too, less to carry on the bus. School went well, the first semester leading up to Christmas was great and the arrangement with Uncle John was working out well. John left a large encyclopaedia of crafts under the Christmas tree at home; I thought that was a little mean of him really, as I was looking after his dog five days a week. Mind you, it was an appropriate gift, I was very arty and crafty, my mother was too, and John, in fact all of my mother's family were artists; I was so good that my gran always said that I must have got a double dose of my mother's family genes as my father was totally devoid of any artistic ability.

The day after Boxing Day, Uncle John rang my mother and asked her if I could go over and Rocky sit for him as he would be out all day and he didn't want a mess to come home too. When I got there, John was already out, I walked Rocky, it was bloody freezing out on the common and rocky-poo looked like a sauna as it sat on the ground steaming away. I opened the fridge to get a Coke, there was a letter, "Baggy Knickers, your real present is up in the front bedroom, I didn't think that your dad would have appreciated it if I had left it under your tree :-)"

I ran up the stairs two treads at a time, the front bedroom was a large double room, it was unused and undecorated the last time I saw it, now it had a double bed in it and a matching dressing table and wardrobe set, I thought that John had moved from the master bedroom with en-suit bathroom to the front of the house but if that was the case, why did the double bed have a pink duvet and pillow slips? The wallpaper was pink and very floral and the woodwork was powder pink too. I spotted a post-it on the front of the wardrobe door, "All this is yours to use as you like and Merry Christmas!" I snatched the wardrobe door open in my excitement. The wardrobe had five dresses, a bunch of blouses and skirts, they were all very adult but all in my size.

I took one dress out to hold it against myself and look at the effect in the full length mirror mounted on the back of the wardrobe door, another post-it, "And the contents of the dressing table too!" I excitedly pulled the draws open, under the mirror on the dressing table there were four small draws, two on each side, one was full of lipsticks, lip colours and lip gloss including the largest bottle of the top-coat sealer called 'Clearly Kissable' that "Let's you kiss all night and still look good in the morning :-)!" Another had blushers and shadows; the third was full of pencils for almost every action needed in makeup including mascara from three different suppliers. The final small draw had a dozen small bottles of perfume, the clothes in the wardrobe had made my stomach flip and do summersaults because of how adult they were for someone of my age, the makeup though, that gave me a feeling that I found it hard to understand, lower than my stomach, I'm sure that all girls will know what I'm talking about.

The kick from the makeup was mainly because of my father, I was eleven years old, almost twelve, my father was very strict about things like that, "No makeup before you're sixteen, no boyfriend before you're sixteen, no mobile phone before you're sixteen, no sleepovers until.....!" Need I go on; life could only start after you are old enough to go out to work and too old to enjoy yourself. My mind was racing, I had 'good' clothes and makeup, I could get changed on my way to school, look good all day and then wash it all off and change back into my own clothes before I went home, life was starting to change in a big way and it was all down to my wonderful uncle.

The main top draw had bras and knickers in it, nothing like I owned in my life before, there in front of me was a draw full of, dare I say it, sexy lingerie! Just looking at some of the items made me blush, I picked up a packet that had a very small thong in it, as I turned the packet over I found another post-it, "If I see you wearing these I'll have to change your nickname to 'Sexy draws' or 'Skimpy Knickers'!"

I suddenly felt a little dizzy, hot too, the feeling in my stomach suddenly turned into butterflies and began to make a bid for freedom, my eyes flicked towards the mirror, I looked like I had been dipped in beetroot juice I was blushing so much.

I closed the draw and opened the bottom one, there in that final draw were nighties, well, not exactly what I was use too as a nighty, I think in the posh shops they call them play suits. The clothes and make up I could understand, the nighties must have been for someone else, I took one nighty out of the draw, and put my hand behind it, through both layers of fabric I could read the time on my watch, as I was about to put it back in the draw I noticed a little box, I blushed again, it was a brand new box of the kind of 'sanitary' product that I had used for my first two periods, mid November and the week before Christmas, I wasn't going to take the box out of the draw but I noticed another post-it note, "Your mother tells me that you've finally had your first period, you must be the last girl in year six to have her period in the world! PS look under the pillow"

John was probably right; I was the last girl in my class to have her period for certain. The post script had me a little curious; I didn't even put the nighty or the sanitary towels away. I lifted one pillow, nothing, then I lifted the other, another note, "Now that you are a woman at last I thought that you should have a bedroom of your own to entertain in, so everything in this room now belongs to you, do in it everything and anything that you want but please, if you want to put up 'boy band' posters, only on the painted wall, Blue-tack messes up wallpaper!"

The bed was a double bed, well, I don't know what it is really called, it was a lot bigger than my parent's double bed, same length but a lot wider. I didn't know what to do, I could try on some of my new clothes, I could practice with the makeup, I blushed again as I thought about the very, very adult underwear. The phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin, a mobile phone was sitting on the bedside cabinet, John must have left his phone behind, I had often seen him misplace his mobile phone and ring it from another phone to track it down. I picked the phone up, "Hello?" I recognised my mother's voice, "Hi darling, Uncle John had just phoned me to see if you had left, he's broken down in London and can't get back today, he might not even be able to get his car fixed tomorrow, your dad is here with me, John asked him if he would pick Rocky up and let you look after him at our house until he can get back!" I heard my father's voice in the background, "That brother of yours has a bloody cheek; he thinks he's so much better than the rest of us, just because he works in an office and has a bloody BMW car!" My mother 'shushed' my father, "Your dad doesn't want Rocky here making a mess in our garden, I know that you are a little young and might be frightened but can you stop over at Uncle John's until he is home. If you do get scared just phone and I'll come over and fetch you home and you can go back the next day!" My dad's voice came over her's again, "Tell her to make sure that all the windows are locked and the back door is locked and bolted, and, and tell her, put the chain on the front door too and drop the latch too, and tell her not to go out, AT ALL, your bloody brother has a dammed cheek, you do know it is illegal to leave a child alone in a house under thirteen! And, make sure to tell her not to tell anybody, not to ring her friends up to tell them about it, I don't want to get into trouble just because his German pussy wagon is broken!"

"You don't mind do you darling?" "No mummy!" "It's a good thing you have your Christmas present with you, John told me that there is plenty of paper and paint and cloth in the front bedroom, you can have fun painting and making things!" I was a little confused, I had my new crafts book in my bag when I was about to leave the house and my mother had stopped me, she had made me leave my book behind, saying that it was too heavy to lug it all the way on the bus, then it dawned on me that she was telling me that she knew about my 'other' presents and that it was OK for me to use some of it. "Oh, and darling, you should try to do a little of everything in your present, let yourself go and have as much fun as you can!"

I said my goodbyes and hung the phone up, I looked at the screen just before it went blank, the name on the screen, "Christmas present too!" made me raise my eyebrows. It was obvious that my mother knew about everything in the front bedroom and she was telling me to change into my new clothes, undies as well, and to use the makeup and scent too!

I took one of the lovely dressing gowns from my closet and went into the bathroom, I had a thirty minute soak in the bath, I dried myself and put the dressing gown on, I had chosen the thickest of the two and was really glad that John had left his heating on as the thin material would have offered no protection from the cold. Once back in the, sorry, my new bedroom, I sat in front of the mirror and started to put on makeup, I had never done anything like it before but had seen girls at school touching theirs up a few times, and, like most girls, I had often planned the colours that I would like to try, and where I'd like to try them.

I did my face, top to bottom, everything slapped on, I looked the 'Biz', then I stood back from the mirror and looked again with a more critical eye, god I looked every second of my 11 years, just hidden behind the mask of a clown. I used plenty of cold cream to erase my mistake and then did my makeup again, this time I was a lot more subtle around my eyes and cheeks but I spent thirty minutes on my lips, dark red base coat, then several layers of red, reducing in strength as I built them up, being very careful to leave just the edge of the lower colour in each case, when I was happy, well, when I was bored with layering lipstick I used the brush dipped into 'Clearly Kissable' to cover, seal and gloss all the lower layers. As I waited for the gloss coat to dry, I looked at my reflection, less was definitely more but my lips, normally very thing and uninteresting, suddenly bounced back at me, full, pouting lips, Clearly Kissable!

I sat for ages looking at my reflection before I suddenly remembered the rest of my presents, I chose a pretty pink bra, I didn't really have anything to fill them out or, as the boy's at school would have said, "It doesn't matter a dam how you package them, fried eggs are never interesting!" I slipped into the thong that John had put the post-it note on, I don't know why I chose them, they looked most uncomfortable but in actuality, they were reasonably comfortable, what there was of them :-)! I knew, obviously, that if a woman wore a thong like that, there would have needed to be considerable 'topiary' to take care of the woodlands, well, if she was wearing them for a man, and, 'who the fuck would wear them for themselves?' I though, didn't really need such attention, my hair was quite sparse still and very blond, although I had noticed that it was thickening and turning more ginger since my first period, just six weeks earlier.

I chose a white embroidered blouse, my bra was showing through very slightly as the material was once again so very thin, 'did Uncle John get the clothes cheaper if they didn't weigh anything of if you could see through them?' I didn't know the answer to that thought so moved on, I chose a red pencil skirt, four inches above my knee and as I went to look for shoes I realised that I was unable to walk properly in such a tight skirt so changed into a gingham rah-rah skirt, from one extreme to the other.

I found ankle socks with a turned down frill sewn in and a pair of black two inch Cuban heeled shoes with a high gloss patent leather finish. I stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door, I twirled and turned in front of the mirror, then a tune started in my head, I picked up my new hairbrush and began singing a pop song into its bristles as I 'performed' in front of the audience of one reflected back at me. When the song ended, I took my bow, once to the left, once to the right and one more, far deeper, to the front.

As I straightened up to the sound of applauds in my head, I realised that they weren't in my head, I flashed a look in the mirror, there was I, standing pretty as a picture, in the doorway was Uncle John, standing watching me and clapping. "You look great in those clothes 'Skimpy Knickers' but the socks are all wrong!" I looked down, "They look OK to me!" "Walk back and forth for a few minutes!" I did, back and forth in front of the mirror, "Right, how do you feel?" "OK, fine, you know, alright!" "Yes, but dressed like that, you should feel fantastic, not OK!" John went to my 'undies' draw and took out a pack of extremely sheer stockings and a suspender belt that matched my panties, I blushed again, the only way he could have known the right colour of suspender belt to pick was if he had been watching as I put them on!

I took the shoes off, then the socks, slid my legs into the sheer, black stockings and fastened them to the suspender belt, then as I was about to pick up the shoes again I was handed a pair with four inch spike heels. "Now try the walking thing again, see how that feels!" I did and 'that' feeling returned, like butterflies trying to eat their way out of my lover belly, the feeling was so nice that it made me gasp. John had a smile on his face, "Well, do I get a kiss for the presents?" I crossed the room and went to kiss his cheek but at the last minute he turned and my lips crashed against his, his left arm slipped over my shoulder and his right hand slipped onto my bottom as he pulled me into him.

"When I was sixteen your mother drove me mad, she was a bit like you, slow to come into 'adulthood', she was just eleven when she had her first period, it took me a week but eventually we became lovers!" I pulled away from him and gave him a startled look. "I loved her then almost as much as I love you now, I still love her but your dad seldom lets us be alone!" John kissed me again, more passionately this time. I felt the tip of his tong flick over my lips, trying to ease them open, I pulled away again, I had kissed a few boys, nothing serious, just a peck, not one of them had tried to slip me a 'Frency'.

"Your mother has helped me to arrange all of this for you and two days and nights of freedom to have fun now that you are a woman at last. You can invite any of your boyfriends to help you get over your virginity but I'd really love to take that little gift from you as your Christmas present to me!" I wasn't really sure that John was being serious but it sounded to me like he was asking me to have sex with him, shit, those bloody butterflies were at it again, doing their nut inside my lower abdomen.

Uncle John was deadly serious, he didn't give me a chance to say no, he was busy making love to me, not that I understood really what making love was, John put some music on and as we danced and kissed he undressed both of us. Naked bodies seemed to me to be less naughty than my having makeup on. My mother often took me to the coast and even just the summer before she would make me undress on the beach before putting my swimming costume on, so I had been naked several times recently and in public, sometimes very public places.

I tried desperately not to look at John's cock, but it was impossible, he was the first adult man I had been close to naked, I had seen boys, younger than me, some only slightly younger where my mother took me to the beach, there were always loads of families on that beach, some of the kids didn't even seem to own swimming costumes.

John and I danced around the bedroom, John was big, very big, eventually he took my left hand and placed it over his cock, I could feel the pulse of his blood through his throbbing member and I felt it grow even thicker and longer in my hand. John carried me to the bed, he lay me on the left hand side of the bed, then he took the towel that I had dried myself on and spread it over the middle of the bed. I was pulled and pushed until I was over the towel and John joined me on the bed.

We lay there kissing in a passionate embrace for what seemed like hours, eventually John started to rub his cock around my sparsely covered pussy mound, I could feel the damp sticky lubricant leaking from the tiny eye in the end of it. Eventually he spread my legs and moved so that he was kneeling between them, the head of his cock was now being concentrated up and down my pussy mouth, right down to my bum hole and back up to touch my magic button.

"Would you like me to use something?" Just the mention of something sexual started me blushing all over again, I hadn't blushed once while being undressed, not once while John undressed himself. Not even while he was rubbing his cock up and down my sex, but the mere mention, god I was hot and felt faint, then the words seemed to line themselves up in my head, there was a glimmer of understanding, "What, you mean a condom or something?" John laughed out loud, "No darling, that would just be a criminal waste of a perfect opportunity. No, I meant lubricant, I have Vaseline, KY gel, Silk and probably a few other things but I'd really prefer not to use anything!" I tried to answer him, my voice cracked and croaked and no words came out.

"I know that this will seem a little strange to you but before we do it, I really need to prime my pump, it has been a few weeks since I last had sex and my sperm could be old and worn out, the best way to ensure good healthy swimmers is if I get rid of what's in my balls first!" John put his hand behind my shoulders and lifted my back off of the bed, "Put your arms around my neck!" I did, then I realised that I was now looking down at my uncle's cock, its head pressing hard against my hole, even harder since I was now in such an awkward position.

John was moving the pillows so that they were propped against the wall behind my back, then John lifted my bottom clear of the towel covered bed and thrust his hips forward so that the small of my back crashed into the pillows. When I let go of John's neck I didn't fall back as I had expected, I was just propped there, staring down at my pussy, with it fine blond covering turning slowly ginger, almost before my eyes, and John's long cock, John's very long cock with his own mop of ginger curls, I had only ever seen anything like that on my mother, again, our annual trip to the sea, while I had been encouraged to change out in the open, my mother would get me to hold a towel in front of her, once when I was about six, I turned my head away, we had just gotten to the point in school where everything was dirty and rude.

My mother put me straight, "Never be ashamed of the human body!" I looked at her pussy, then at her breasts, I was about to say something very six year old, like "Mummy your boobies are out!" when she stopped me, "Never be ashamed to look at a human body, never be shy, just because someone wants to look at your body, we are all just as nature intended!" I nodded towards her breasts and stuttered, "But - but!" "Just look around you darling, half the women on the beach are topless, and look at their bikini bottoms, they are far skimpier than the ones I wear!"

And so began my body confusion, nudity was OK, dressing sexily was wrong. Letting a man see you naked was OK, painting your face with makeup was wrong, it was like my father and mother were two different people. John was now stroking his cock, its head was still trying to bury it's self into my hole, I wondered to myself, was this doing, or being done? I was at that age where all of the girls and boys in my year at school were talking about doing somebody or the other, or being done, especially around their parents, Carla, the head girl of my year had been talking to other girls and I over heard her say, "My parents did 'it' last night, they made so much noise that I had to bang on the wall to stop them, they shouldn't be allowed to do it at their age!" Now there was another strange thing, I never told anyone this so don't you repeat it, well, it would seem that every other child in my year, probably in my whole school, had parents who slept in the same room; lots seem to sleep in the same bed. My parents were sleeping in separate rooms, their beds held apart by nine inches if brickwork.

OH! Back to 'doing it', as I said, I had no idea exactly what it was that people did, I never had the courage to ask, whenever it was talked about, I would just smile and nod in agreement like everyone else, or frown and shake my head, depending on what everyone else was doing. John was holding his cock against my hole and he was rubbing his cock back and forth, quite rapidly, what he was doing looked like, don't ask me what I mean here, but boys at school talked about jerking off, or whacking off, well, what John was doing looked exactly like the picture I got in my head when I hear jerking off.

I was totally enthralled watching my uncle putting so much effort into rubbing his cock, it looked like it was quite difficult or stressful for him as he was breathing really heavily and sweat was starting to ball up on his skin, all over his body and run in streams and rivers all over his body. Suddenly he seemed to get a fit or something, his body was jerking uncontrollably and his cock head left my hole and was suddenly pointing at my face, then it was my turn to jump, a bleeding great long string of thick, milky looking liquid shot out of his cock and hit me in the face, John lifted himself up and thrust his hips towards my face, the tip of his cock touched my lips and another jet fired out of his cock, covering my lipstick and a little getting inside my mouth.

There were several other jets spurting out of his cock, he hit my forehead and hair, then my nose and the last jet went on my chest. "Do you want to clean yourself up; I'll need a little while to recuperate!" I tried to say yes but I was kind of gagging a little from the bitter skanky taste in my mouth. "Why don't you go down and get a drink, there is white wine in the fridge, you might like it!"

I carefully washed my face, trying not to damage my makeup, I walked down the stairs quite naked and also quite casually. It wasn't as if I was use to nudity around the home, my mother was fine with me being naked on the beach but at home I was never allowed to walk around undressed, not even in my bra and panties, and my mother didn't either, as I walked down to the kitchen it went through my head, my dad never came on holiday with us, he was always working, and if he wasn't working he was fishing, the only change to our beach routine, my mother's and mine, was the one time my father came with us, that time we used a totally different beach, my father was trying his hand at surf fishing and that was my mother's excuse for the change of venue and the fact that neither of us changed into swimming costumes, too much surf.

As I stood at the fridge I called out to John and asked if he wanted a drink, then suddenly a movement caught my eye out on the common, my shouting had attracted two local lads who were out on the common with a sled. They both looked in John's kitchen, they were the age of boys that would go to my school, older, year eight and nine if I had to guess, they seemed surprised that I hadn't tried to hide my body when they looked over at me, they even walked over and stepped over John's back fence and started to walk towards the house.

I stood there frozen to the spot, like the rabbit caught in the cars headlights at night, they were right there at the door now, about to knock when John walked in to the kitchen to see where his drink had got too. I was about to pass out, I had definitely stopped breathing ages before John came into the kitchen, John smiled at the boys and waved to them, he walked to the door with his cock swinging from side to side, it was starting to grow a little as it had earlier. John opened the door, "Come in boys, do you want a drink?" Both boys nodded their heads, "If I remember, you like beer and you prefer cider, Baggy knickers, can you get a can of beer and a can of cider for the boys please?" I got the drinks and wanted to hand them to John but he waved me off so that I had to go right up to the boys, Simon and Gary, I did vaguely recognise them, not that I would have expected to see them around school, year six were kept apart from the rest of the school for most of the first year. "You're Bev from our Peter's class in school!" I suddenly remembered there were four brothers, Peter in my class in year six and he had one brother in each of the years seven, eight and nine, they often gathered at the end of school and all walked home together.

"Can I leave you boys to drink sensibly while I get back to business with my niece here, you know the rule, no more than two cans each, and let rocky out to have a piss will you. Simon opened the door to Rocky's room and Rocky rushed in and started to jump up at me, scratching my upper thighs, I was totally taken by surprise, it had been months since Rocky had jumped up at me. John got Simon to take Rocky into the garden and he took my hand and led me to the stairs and my bedroom beyond. While I had been in the kitchen getting my drink John had rearranged the bed slightly. The pillows were now in a pile in the middle of the bed, the towel carefully draped over them. John helped me so that my bottom was right in the centre of the pile of pillows and I was laying with my head down hill and my neck a little crumpled up.

I was extremely uncomfortable as my body wasn't really meant to bend the way it was, John knelt between my knees and lifted my legs up, almost folding me double, it was still uncomfortable but not as bad as it had been. John got me to wrap my arms around the back of my knees so that I was holding myself doubled over. John rubbed his cock back and forth along my slit, again, right from my bottom hole to my magic button, as it passed my pussy hole his cock head dipped in slightly causing me to jump a little as it flicked out and crashed into my button.

After about five minutes of kissing me awkwardly as he rubbed himself hard against my pussy John lifted his upper body, there was a creaking sound at the door of my new bedroom, I could see two shadows, Simon and Gary had crept up the stairs and were out on the landing probably watching through the crack in the hinge side of the almost open door. I was looking at the movements of the shadows on the carpet, it looked like both boys were rubbing themselves like John had done earlier, I felt the head of John's cock pressing into my hole again, I still didn't look up at him, then he fell forward, his cock forcing its way into my body, his body weight pressing my arms against my legs and my legs against my chest, I was screaming my fucking head off the pain was so strong. I was wriggling and squirming trying to get out from under John's body. "Just lie still, the pain will go away in just a minute!" My vision was blurred by the tears flooding into them but I did catch sight of the two boys standing in the doorway rubbing their cocks out in the open.

John held me down as I struggled with all my might to get out from under him, "Stop fighting, if you make me take it out now you won't try this again until your nineteen or twenty, just relax and let the pain go away, then I promise you, the feeling will be so good that you'll want Simon and Garry to come in you straight after I finish!" I tried hard to relax but it felt like I was being split in two by my uncle's huge cock, it seemed like an eternity that John held me there, pinned under him as my body got use to his cock splitting me open, then he slowly pulled his hips back, I looked up, even from the crazy angle I could see the ring of rich red blood circling my uncle's cock, and matting his ginger pubic hairs. "Don't worry about the blood, it is supposed to happen like that the first time, it is perfectly natural. Has it stopped hurting a little?" I nodded my head through my sobs, then he leaned back into me again and his cock slipped slowly back into me again.

"How was that, a little better?" I nodded my head again. "Ok, it will all be pleasure from here!" John pulled his hips back until the ridge of his cockhead was out in the fresh air, then he slipped back into me until his balls slapped against my outer lips, he smiled down at me and released his grip on me, then he nodded his head and raised his eyebrows, I smiled and he started to fuck me in earnest, gradually increasing his speed and power until I was having the breath driven from my body with the force. It didn't take long before I was gasping through my first ever orgasm at someone else's hand, well, not hand, well, you know what I mean.

I had given myself a few orgasms although I had no idea that they had a name and I had never gone past the foothills, I didn't want my dad or mum to hear me so I just stopped when I got to the point where I might have made a noise, now though I was baying at the sun, almost barking like a dog, so much so that Rocky was joining in with me from his room. Simon and Garry were in the room with us now, beer cans in one hand and cocks in the other. It took John an age before he was on the edge of his orgasm again. I had expected him to pull out and give me another cum shower, I had after all done rudimentary sex-ed in class and playground lessons out of class, boys always told the girls that if they let them do them they'd pull out to keep it safe. Suddenly I felt a heat flooding through my lower body and John fell against me knocking the wind out of me again, when I realised that he was shooting up inside of me with no attempt at withdrawing I began to fight again but to no avail.

John kept me pinned down on the bed until his cock finally shrunk enough to slip out of me, he was laughing all the time, "Your mother reacted exactly the same on our first time, mind you, she was hard to make pregnant, I fucked her for seven years, without managing to get her pregnant, then when she was eighteen she met your father and they had fun for two years before marrying, and five years seriously trying to have you!" Simon and Gary were now sitting on the bed as naked as john and I. "When your mother was twenty five years old and desperate for a baby, your dad let her take me to bed all over again, it only took a few dozen times but eventually she fell pregnant with you, but, even though your dad really wanted you he couldn't take it and now he only stays with her because of you!"

Simon was rubbing his hands up and down my legs; John had stepped out from between my thighs and left me feeling shocked and empty, shocked and confused too! Simon was starting to get into position between my thighs now, "I told you guys yesterday, if you get to fuck her at all it has to be with a condom until I'm sure!" I suddenly got a flash of inspiration and lifted my left leg and rolled off the pile of pillows to the right just as Simon was distracted trying to rip open the foil on a Durex.

I had curled up into a ball on the bed, John apologised to Simon and Gary, those two boys were really pissed off at getting to watch me lose my cherry but then have me roll away from them getting their turn, "I'll talk to her, I'll try and see if I can get her to let you guys have a go at her tomorrow, come around about eleven o'clock!" I heard John walk the boys down to the kitchen, he gave them another can of beer and locked the kitchen door after them, I also heard John taking a piss on his way back to my bedroom. I straightened myself out on the bed, well, physically, if not mentally, John had been right, after the initial pain of getting his cock into me and the shock of seeing my blood covering my uncle's cock, I would have loved to feel Simon and Gary do me as well, their cocks were so much smaller than John's that it would have made more sense to me if they had been sent in before John to ease his path. But, then came the confusion, had I just been fucked by my uncle, which nine out of ten people would have described as a sin or had I just been fucked by my dad, which would have caused a jackpot, ten out of ten would have said that was a sin.

And now, as I lay there listening to the spurts of John's piss hitting the toilet another confusing thought hit me, sex education at school had been sketchy at best but there was something about a safe period, but the teacher always chickened out of explaining things in too much detail, was it safe either side of my bleed or was it safe in the middle of my period, then I cheered up a little, it didn't matter either way, I was in the middle of my period but also had just had a bleed, so I had to be safe didn't I?

I was laying on my back on top of the duvet when John came back into my bedroom, "Hey, you're messing up your sheets!" John opened the box of sanitary towels and pressed one between my legs but it really was a little too late, a large bloody stain had already formed on the top of the pretty pink duvet cover, John searched through my knickers draw and eventually he found a pair of bikini panties, the largest thing in the whole draw, he chuckled and said, "I really need to get you some slightly larger draws for when you're on the rag don't I?" Then he helped me put the knickers on and he bent the little wings over to hold the towel in place.

John selected me a diaphanous summery dress from my wardrobe, highly impractical for late December, the only way that the dress could have been any lighter is if it had been made of actual spiders webs rather than just looking like it had been. While I put the dress on and spun from side to side to watch it floating John stripped the cover off of the duvet to wash my blood off of it.

We went down to the living room and John made us both lunch, as soon as Rocky was released from his room he pounced on me, his nose was trying to get into every inch of me and, being a very strong dog, it was difficult for me to keep him off. John brought my food into the living room and burst out laughing, "He can already smell that you are a woman now!" Then I realised that Rocky's focus of attention wasn't just me, it was more specifically, that patch currently covered by my sanitary towel. John allowed Rocky a few minutes to worry me before he commanded him to go to the corner, I could tell that Rocky wasn't happy about being sent away from me by the slow way he moved off and into the corner, Rocky was usually a dog that was very willing to please his master.

"You've obviously had enough new experiences for one day, we'll save the pleasure that Rocky can give you for another day!" We ate in silence, then John put his TV on, he set a DVD playing, it was a mild porn film. John pulled me to his side on the sofa, he was still naked and I was still in knickers and the see through summer dress. I kept looking from the scenes on the TV to the sight of my uncle's cock slowly growing as he began to be turned on by what he was watching, then he started to stroke my body through my dress. When his cock finally inflated to full mast, he started to pull me onto his lap, "Come on darling, my balls are full again and it's time for your medicine!"

John struggled to get my knickers off of me as I sat on his lap facing him, eventually he tore the side seam the get them off, the sanitary pad had the look of my heaviest period on it, dark brown crusty stain but with additional liquid. I ended up half sitting and half kneeling, facing John as he eased his cock into me once again. "By the end of today I'm hoping that you'll be well and truly pregnant, then we can start you off having some real fun!" And with that, John started to fuck his hips up into me; I felt the slight stabbing pains as he fucked me but nothing like the pain I had felt earlier when I was deflowered.

I was settling in to really enjoy the feeling and I quickly began to have orgasm after orgasm, then I realised that John had stopped fucking up into me and I was actually riding him, I was now doing all the work, driving on my own pleasure as well as my uncles. It took almost an hour but eventually I milked his balls dry for him, for the whole hour rocky was whining in the corner, almost demanding his master allow him his freedom. John finished emptying his balls into me then he held me tightly against his body with his slowly shrinking cock still inside of my pussy before whispering, almost silently, "Ok boy!" Rocky was like a guided missile.

I was held, fighting to get away from John as Rocky licked and smelt around my bottom and his master's cock and balls, licking the sperm as it leaked past John's cock. I continued to try and get away as I felt John's cock start to re-grow in side of me, partly from my struggling I guess but also from having his balls licked by his dog. As soon as I felt John full grown in me again I forgot all about Rocky and began to pound myself up and down on John's fresh meat, desperate to feel another climax and to feel John's seed spilling out into me again. Eventually John sent Rocky to the corner again, not because Rocky was licking me or him but because Rocky was going over the top trying to clamber up on the sofa and get on my back.

It turned dark around three fifteen; John bent me over the arm of the sofa and fucked me again to celebrate the sun going down. That fuck was totally painless, all memory of my torn hymen erased from my mind, at eight o'clock in the evening the football results came on sky sports channel, John had me on the floor, on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind to celebrate his team playing a game, he was too busy fucking me to actually see the score though. John fucking me in that position was far too much for Rocky though and even though he was ordered to his corner he ignored John totally and was trying to mount my head, getting his 'lipstick' to within an inch of my mouth. "Why don't you give the little feller a hand, if he empties his balls he might leave you alone for the rest of the evening!" John gave me instructions, how to masturbate a dog safely, and I did it too as John was mounting me from behind Rocky was mounting my hand. Both master and dog climaxed in perfect coordination. I didn't see John cum but I did get an eyeful of Rocky shooting, quite literally!

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Baggy Knickers part 2
by Isabella

The next three days and two nights were a whirlwind of fucking, eating and drinking, not enough alcohol to make me drunk, just enough to keep me a little merry, my father called twice while I was actually being fucked by Uncle John, he didn't even stop pounding his meat into me to allow me to talk properly on the phone and I had to make an extra lie to my dad and tell him I was using John's cross trainer as we were speaking, the fact that John had so much money, such a large house, such a flash car and no responsibilities really pissed my dad off.

On the twenty-ninth of December my father made my mother come over to pick me up, "Even if your no good brother still isn't home, you bring Beverly back with you, just fill a bucket with water if you have too but don't bring that fucking dog to my house!" John and I were in the bath, fucking for the fiftieth time during our three days together when my mother let herself into the house; John hadn't mentioned that my mother had her own key to his house. I was just tumbling through a delicious orgasm, sitting astride my uncle's hips with his meat throbbing in my cunt as he was about to let his spunk fly into me once again, when I heard my mother call out, "Where are you two!" I quite literally shit myself, I understood that my mother knew everything about the room, the bed, the clothes, the undies and the sexy nighties that John had given me for Christmas and to celebrate my 'coming of age' but I hadn't quite understood that she would know the little extra presents that John had slipped into me at least fifty times in the last fifty hours. I was trying to scramble off of John's cock just as he fired off, so he had to hold me tight to prevent me wasting his seed.

My mother opened the bathroom door, I could feel myself start to blush, I was finding it difficult to breath, firstly because I had just had yet another climax, secondly because John was holding me so tightly and finally because I thought I was going to die of shame, being caught as I was, in my uncle's arms. My mother didn't bat an eyelid, she walked over to the edge of the bath and kissed me, not on the cheek, as I would have expected, but, full on the lips, not just a quick peck either, a full on kiss, the only thing that was missing between my mother's kiss and the kisses that John had given me over the past three days was, my mother didn't slip me her tongue. She kissed John next, this time; I could see that there was plenty of tongue slipping between them.

My mother swooshed her hand in the bathwater, "This is very cold, how long have you two been playing?" John laughed and said, "Three days so far!" My mother tutted, then she picked up one of the large bath towels and held it out for me to step into before swallowing me up in its warm, soft, embrace. John stood up and as he was about to step out of the bath my mother reached out her hand and took his cock, "This looks very sore, you've been overdoing it haven't you? Now what am I going to do?"

John picked up a towel and walked out of the bathroom leaving a trail of soap suds and water on the floor. Mum took me into the bedroom where she began patting me dry, I ended up on the bed, on my back, with my mother pulling my knees wide apart, she reached in and opened my pussy lips with her fingers before taking a very close look down there. "You need to give sex a rest for a week or so, and I think that as soon as we get home you'd better take a saltwater bath to try and disinfect the sores down there!" Sex with John had been so fantastic over the last three days that I hadn't even noticed that he had rubbed the skin raw up inside my pussy.

We went through the wardrobe, mum picked out a nice dress, the most conservative one in the wardrobe, then she went through my underwear draw and picked out some not so conventional knickers and bra, with a suspender belt and stockings. It was funny that I had owned the wonderful clothes for three days and had only been dressed once in all that time. John walked into my room, without saying a word he grabbed my mother's arm and dragged her out of my bedroom and down stairs into his home gym, the room that doubled as Rocky's room as there wasn't anything in the room that rocky could harm. John had set up his bench press machine so that the weight bar was removed; my mother was placed on the machine the wrong way round, her knees tied by leather strops to the cradle that would carry the weight bar. Then, he used a knife to slit her clothing off of her body.

My mother was lying on her back, totally naked, and to my surprise, she had less hair on her pussy than I did, John had a black leather mask, like the one Zorro used in the films but without eye holes which he slipped over her head. John finished things off by tying my mother's arms above her head to the end of the machine. As he set out two chairs, one for him and one for me, Simon walked into the room, totally naked, John held his finger to his lips and 'shushed' the boy to keep him quiet. I watched as Simon greedily took my mother right in front of my eyes. As Simon was shooting his load into my mother Gary appeared in the doorway, he was fully clothed, he whispered that he had phoned one of his friends to come over, then Gary stripped off and took his brother's place as soon as he had finished screwing her.

I sat cuddling with my uncle as I watched my mother being screwed by one of my school mates. Gary was over in a flash, I wasn't any kind of expert in sex but it seemed to me that something was missing for my mother, when John fucked me, even that first time when it hurt like fucking hell, I still got that nice feeling, it still caused me to gasp with the pleasure of an orgasm, and the more times that John fucked me, the more times I had that pleasurable orgasm in each fuck, I had just watched two boys fuck my mother and she hadn't seemed to have a single orgasm.

After Gary slipped from between my mother's legs there was an awkward pause until there was a knock at the back door, "You're the only one who is dressed, go and answer the door!" I ran from the fitness studio through the kitchen and opened the door, I instantly recognised the boy standing there looking very nervous, "Erm! Is Gary there, he phoned me!" I nodded my head and led Paul Carter, our school football captain through to the gym.

Paul looked extremely scared when he saw John in the room, the fact that Simon and Gary seemed to have an adult woman tied to a weight's bench didn't seem to faze Paul at all, neither did the prospect of me being there to watch, just John, I guess it was because Paul was so big and fit that he could easily have dominated the four of us, but not John, Paul realised that John was definitely a threat to him. It took Paul a few minutes to realise that there wasn't a problem and that John being naked, my mother having a river of cum running out of her vaginal cavity, Paul got the message, he was naked in an instant and was between my mother's legs.

There was definitely a puckering order between the four men in the room, Simon and Gary were very similar in length and girth, then Paul, he was the same age as Simon, a year older than Gary, if you made clay cocks to exactly match Gary and Simon's cocks, then squashed them together, there wouldn't be enough clay to make a life sized copy of Paul's, but then, if all three boy's had clay models of their cocks and they were remodelled the new cock wouldn't come close to John's cock when it was at its full length.

Paul also had much better technique and staying power than Gary and Simon put together, he got my mother very close to an orgasm before he fell gasping on top of her, through gasps for air he said, "Do we get a go at the kid too?" John laughed, "Not this time soldier!" Simon's cock jumped at the thought of the three of them taking turns at me only to be dashed by john once again! "Right, let's have a little drink and a little show!" I was sent out to the kitchen to fetch the beer, when I returned with a six-pack of lager I found Rocky had his head buried in between my mother's thighs, he was licking her clean of the three boy's spunk.

Rocky got my mother off, she finally had her orgasm, Rocky seemed to be going mad to get every last drop of the three boy's spunk out of my mother's pussy. We all sat around drinking and watching as Rocky drove my mother through countless climaxes, when Rocky lost interest, after he had finished drinking from my mother's 'loving cup' John slipped a chocolate cube up inside my mother and Rocky went mad licking her out all over again.

There was a short discussion between the three boys and it was decided that they would all take another hit at my mother, this time, Gary took the first innings as he had the smallest cock, followed by Simon and finally Paul, all three boys shot into her without her seeming to feel a thing, Paul was having a little whinge that it would have been a lot more fun if they had a crack at me, "I'm sure I could make her dance for me on my cock!" Was Paul's basic premise for complaint.

John said that he had used me hard so I was too sore to play anymore, I almost chirped up, "No I'm not!" but I decided not to go down that path. Rocky was called over to clean my mother once again and I was sent out to fetch more beer. When I returned the bench my mother was tied too had been lowered so that my mother's bottom was a little closer to the floor, I had seen John use the bench in that position for abdominal crunches in the past. I stopped in my tracks in the doorway as John patted my mother's belly and said, "Come on boy, time for you to have your fun. I thought that it was a little strange, my mother's hands hadn't been untied so how was she goinf to give the dog a hand job like I had two days earlier?

Rocky bounded over to the bench and leaped on my mother's belly with his front legs before allowing his paws to slip either side of her hips. Paul took the beer from me and John took my arm and pulled me to the side of my mother, I was pushed onto my knees and my face was held just an inch from the action. I watched Rocky's lipstick show, light pink and very pointy, then as he thrust his hips forward I watched the light pink darken and then the lipstick started to roll out of Rocky's sheath.

It took Rocky a few attempts but he eventually lined himself up on my mother's vagina, as soon as she realised that Rocky was going to fuck her, her own vagina changed colour, her labia had been almost white before Rocky started to hit her, then I noticed, the redder Rocky's cock got, the redder my mother's labia got too. I watched in amazement as Rocky grew much longer than he had when I masturbated him, the huge ball that John had described as his knot started to grow instantly, my mother had her first orgasm as the knot hit her vagina.

Rocky was working his hips faster than a steam train at full speed, mother gasped as the dog's knot finally made it past her labia and into her cunt, that act alone caused another wave of orgasmic convulsions to shred my mother through. Rocky slowed to an almost stop as his knot locked him to my mother, John said, "He's cumming now, very deep inside her!" I realised that my mother would only be four or five inches deep, Rocky's cock, to the point where his knot started was a good eight inches long, there was no way that the dog's cock could fold or coil up as he was so hard, so it had to have passed her cervix and be actually injecting his spunk directly into her womb.

I thought it was all over, I could just make out the knot at the mouth of my mother's cunt, so I assumed that the tie wouldn't last as long as when two dogs tie together, then John put his hand on Rocky's rump and pressed down hard, between the end of the knot and the sheath there was another inch of dog's cock, now I could see that Rocky's sheath was starting to enter her cunt.

Pressing Rocky down like that also started his humping all over again, not that he could actually move his cock in or out of her but he was humping as hard as he could, it took ten minutes before he stopped humping again, the guy's had been talking all the way through my mother's orgasm, discussing what was happening, I hadn't really heard any of that as I was so concentrating on what Rocky was doing to my mother.

"He's shooting for a second time now!" John said, he was tapping my mother's belly button, "The end of his cock is about here and he'll be shooting about a half a pint of spunk into her, pity she isn't a real bitch, doing the double like that would definitely make her pregnant and would probably give her eight or ten puppies, pity she is a woman and a pity she is infertile too. I'd have loved to give her more than the one pup!"

Rocky and my mother were left to calm down; John had slipped a lanyard between Rocky's collar and a ring at the end of the bench above my mother's head. Rocky was struggling to pull free of the lanyard and my mother, John smiled, "If I just allowed him to yank out of her it would hurt them both, he doesn't like it but he has to stand over her until he slips out naturally.

We didn't return to the gym for thirty minutes, by that time there was just the three of us, the boys had all dressed and left. Rocky was released and my mother untied, she took her mask off for herself, when she looked at me her face was bright red, she was so embarrassed about what I had just seen her do with a dog, she had no idea that I had jerked the dog off myself on my first day of sexual awakening.

Mother and I showered together, she washed my body and I washed hers, "You know I haven't done this since you were about six years old!" My mother said with a smile on her face. She drove me home; my father was really pissed off because she had been gone for so long. I had just a week before the new school term was about to start, I didn't get another opportunity to visit John because my dad was standing over me making sure that I did all the homework that school had set to be done during the school holidays.

On the first day of the new term, I went back to my old routine, I left home early to walk Rocky before school, John hadn't gone back to his routine though, he was actually waiting for me when I got there, "Don't bother walking Rocky, I did it earlier so that we could have time to play before school!" John and I fucked in my new room at his house, then he washed me in the shower and picked out my wardrobe for the day at school.

I felt a little slutty, the school had no actual written uniform policy, they liked us all to have school jumpers or cardigans, there was a loose recommendation that skirts and dresses should be knee length, dark, navy, black or charcoal. But because more than half of the kids came from a deprived area, if there were hard and fast rules, the school or education authority would have ended up paying for most of it.

Apart from sex with John at the start and end of each day, nothing really changed above my wearing a sexy new wardrobe at school for four weeks. On the Monday of week five of term, Johnny gave me a pregnancy test kit to pee on. It was the kind that had two blue lines if you were definitely pregnant and a number, the number was the number of weeks since conception. John held the pee stick for two minutes before turning it towards me, two blue lines and a number six.

"You know what that means? You probably caught on the first time we did it! It took me hundreds of times before I finally got your mother pregnant!" John started a daily regime of rubbing massage oil and vitamin enriched cream into my belly every day, he also took care of my eating habits, to make sure that I was eating exactly the right foods and supplements to give me a healthy baby and also to reduce the weight that I was putting on.

There was also a lot of fitness work too, stomach crunches every day to tighten my stomach muscles so that the bulge that had started to develop out in front was well hidden by new muscle, John also managed a little more fun for me, John was fucking me most days but he was also bringing in the boys from school to have fun with me too and as I was getting further along with my pregnancy John started to bring men in to visit me too, my breasts had started to grow at twenty weeks and my nipples and areola had started to change radically, growing in size, sensitivity and colour. I soon found out that there were a lot of men out there who love to fuck a pregnant woman or girl.

Each day when I returned home after school, I had to dress in dark, baggy clothes so that my father didn't spot that I was pregnant, I had to keep him from spotting it until after twenty-three weeks, the point of no return, abortion wise. My mother helped me as much as she could to keep things from my father too, she also took over massaging the oil and cream into my belly when I hadn't seen John, and she continued my diet and fitness regime too.

At twenty four weeks I was told to go home in a light summer dress, a little too tight for me in my advanced state, I had to face my father alone but John had fucked me royally just before he sent me home so that my inner self was very calm.

There was a big fight when my father realised that I had the lump and that it meant that I was pregnant, I was dragged to the doctors, kicking and screaming, the tests showed that I was already too advanced for an abortion, which was my father's first reaction. I blamed an unknown boy at school, as I was only just twelve years old the police had been called in.

"It was lunch time, there were twelve boys from my year at school and I let them all do me!" Was my response to questioning. My dad was ringing around the religious options, usually closed schools for girls who were pregnant out of wedlock and under age, I told him straight that I wouldn't go to one willingly and that, it turned out, was mandatory, your average religious type will only help out the needy who are truly contrite and compliant. The upshot of it all was, I was kicked out on the street, suited me though, I moved straight in with John, my mother left my father too, so the three of us started living together, well, four if you count Rocky.

I had given Rocky several hand jobs during my pregnancy and I had watched Rocky and John fuck my mother many times. I had been told that as soon as the baby was born, I could try Rocky out for sex as soon as I felt ready for it. John, my mother and I also moved house, to break the links between my father and us totally and forever. And of course, the police were still interested in me, they had already told me that as soon as the baby was born they would be getting a court order to have the baby's DNA tested, and there was also a hint that the baby might be taken away from me if I fought the request.

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