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Loving in the Back to Backs
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/f, m/f, animal Sex, historical, Anal, Oral, Masturbation, Public sex, First Time, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Prostitution, Incest, Beast, Under Age

August 1862.

John worked for my father on the farm, my father didn't own the land, he was a tenant farmer but he did make enough of a living from the farm to employ five men. John had been married before he came to work for my father, his wife had died in childbirth, very painful but it happened all the time. I fell in love with John even though there was a big age difference between us and also no way my father would approve.

Like many farmers daughters, I didn't go to school, my brothers all did but it was very expensive and it was expected that I would be married very soon, married and start having babies, strong sons to work the land and daughters to cook, clean and wash for the men. I was approaching my fourteenth birthday; my father was already talking to his friends, trying to find one looking for a wife for his son. For my father, he would want an oldest son, one who was likely to inherit the farm from his father. My older sisters had all been married off to sons of land owners; it was like my father was trying to increase his influence by marrying his children well.

Because John was single, even though he was over thirty years old, he was treated a little like an apprentice, he got less pay than the other men but he got to live in and all of his meals were provided, that was one of my jobs, cooking the family meals as well as John's. I delivered mutton stew and bread as well as a gallon of cider, the afternoon meal, to my brothers and father out in the fields. During harvest, no one came to the house to eat, there was too much to do in the fields.

I had used the donkey cart to deliver the food and drink as I knew that John was in the high field, repairing the barn that would hold some of the harvested crops. Usually I would have eaten with my family in the field but I decided to use the excuse of taking John his meal so that I could eat with him instead.

John was really pleased to see me with his food and drink, it was close to one o'clock in the afternoon, it had taken me an hour to deliver all the food on the cart, mainly due to the stubbornness of the donkey. John and I sat on the back of the cart to eat our lunch in the afternoon sun, "You're a great cook Victoria, I'd marry you right now but your father would kill me if I did."

I knew that my father had been looking around for my husband, my mother and I had been teaching my younger sister what she had to do after I left home to live with my husband, I was running out of time, all of my older sisters had been married on their fourteenth birthday and I only had two more months to go before I was fourteen.

The cart jerked, the donkey was pulling at his tether, the usually lazy animal was suddenly 'animated' far more than usual. I would normally have released him from the cart's shafts while I ate my lunch but as the cart had only one set of wheels and I wanted to eat on the back of the cart, the donkey was needed between the shafts to hold the cart level.

John spotted a Jenny in the adjacent field that was trotting over towards a point along the fence close to where we were eating, John jumped off the back of the cart and crouched at the side of Tom, our old donkey, then John laughed, I hopped down and crouched at John's side, Tom was getting very excited, as he was pulling against his tether, his 'thing' was getting longer and was swinging wildly from side to side as Tom was trying to escape to get close to the Jenny.

"Take our food off of the back of the cart Victoria." John told me as he began to unbuckle Tom's trace straps. I managed to gather everything off of the cart just before John let the shafts fall to the floor and the bed of the cart tipped up. Tom trotted off to the fence and began to nuzzle with the Jenny.

"They must have left her behind because she was in season; the male donkey's wouldn't have been interested in carrying their packs if she had been in the train. Do you think old Tom wants to marry her?" I squatted down again, Tom was now fully excited, I looked up at John and smiled as I nodded my head.

At that moment the Jenny turned her back on Tom and I thought that she was going to walk away, showing her disinterest but she didn't, she lifted her tail and rubbed her bottom against the fence separating the two donkey's. Tom began sniffing and licking around her bottom, then he started jumping at the fence, trying to get on the Jenny's back.

"Well, Tom wants to marry her and she wants him as well, so what say we help them out a little?" John said as he took a hold of Tom's halter and began to pull him towards the gateway between the two fields, Tom was reluctant to leave the Jenny but John eventually got Tom to the gate and opened it.

I was at John's side as Tom jumped on the Jenny's back, John put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me to a position where I could actually see Tom's huge manhood as it entered the Jenny, there was only about seven or eight thrusts before Tom slipped off of the Jenny's back and his huge cock fell from her body, a shower of liquid falling from her in a great gush.

"What did you think?" John asked, "It was all over a little quickly!" John laughed, "I'll bet your father takes a lot longer when he is on top of your mother." John knew full well, that as we had so few bedrooms, the boys all slept in one bedroom and my sisters and I all slept in a bed in the same room as our parents. John slept in the kitchen, he was lucky in the winter because the kitchen fire never went out but in the summer I guess not so lucky.

I thought about it for a moment, there was no point in being coy about it, John probably knew just how often my parents had sex, just as my sisters and I did, there was no escape in such a small house, "Sometimes, I guess, but other times, they seem to finish about as quickly."

John pulled me against his side, his hip crashing into my side, Tom was licking and sniffing around the Jenny's bottom again and it looked like he was interested in having second helpings, I looked up at John's face and he bent his head slightly and kissed me on the lips. I responded to his kiss and within seconds, as Tom was jumping on the Jenny's back again, John eased me down onto the floor, he pulled my skirtings up and I felt his hardness pressing between my legs.

The pain was so great that I cried out in agony, "I'm sorry my darling but it has to hurt the first time, it is just nature." John didn't give me a chance to get accustomed to his invasion on my body, he just pounded away into me as quickly as he could, we were, after all, out in the open, at the side of a rutting donkey, having sex on the dirt floor.

John finished a moment after Tom, I imagined John's seed cascading out of my body in the same way that Tom's second load was falling out of the vagina of the Jenny. At that moment, my older brother Simon shouted my name, I turned my head, Simon could see what John and I were doing on the floor and after making sure what he had seen, Simon turned and began to run back towards the fields that our brothers and parents were harvesting the crops.

John jumped to his feet, "We have to get out of here quickly, we can't even risk going back to the house to get our things." I was pulled to my feet; John's dick was still hanging from his trousers, not as big now but bright red from my fresh maidenhead blood. I went to fetch Tom from the side of the Jenny, "You can't take the donkey and cart, they belong to your father, it's bad enough that I'm stealing you without the magistrate coming after me for the donkey and cart as well.

"John, what will we do, we should just stop here and tell my father that we love each other." "Your father will kill me, he has already made a deal with Mr Thatcher, his wife died last year and he was looking for a new wife to look after him and his four sons, he has no daughter and is just desperate for a servant on the cheap. "But Mr Thatcher is older than my father; he wouldn't want me to marry him!" "Mr Thatcher had ten acres and a good business in the village; you think your father wouldn't want you to marry into that?" John was right, totally right, marrying an older man would just bring the farms together that much quicker.

"But you'll have no work, and no money, how will we live?" "If we can get to Birmingham, I can easily get work in one of those new factories."

We walked all day and all night, we avoided the roads and other people as much as possible. My father and my brothers would be looking for us all over, and who knows who else would be looking for us as well, in law, until I married, I was the property of my father, now that I had been taken by John, my father wouldn't be able to marry me off but he could sell me into service at one of the big halls.

We reached Birmingham in the early morning, I had never seen anything like it before in my life, there was a great din, noise everywhere and smoke, it was like walking through a great chimney, everywhere stank too, thousands of people all living on top of each other.

John began to go from business to business, looking for any work that he could do, there was a lot of work going on but each place that John found a vacancy he didn't have an address to give them and with no place to live there was no work. Not like out in the country at all, most farmers would have just let a labourer sleep in a barn while they worked.

John was trying to buy a loaf of bread from the bakers shop as we hadn't eaten for almost two days, all the bread was sold already, so we were too late, a young man was paying a lot of interest in us, eventually he introduced himself as Peter Oldfield, he lived with his family in Inge Street, he and John spoke for a few moments, then Peter took John and I to an ale house and brought us food and drink. Peter left us in the ale house to go and talk to his parents and when he returned he asked me if I could sew, I nodded my head, every country girl was taught from a very young age to sew.

Peter offered us lodgings, a job with him and his brothers in the glass factory for John and for me, to help his mother and sisters with housework and sewing buttons into cards for the button works. There was a drawback though, the house, number one, behind number fifty, court fifteen, Inge Street was one of the tiny back-to-back properties, three stories high but only one room wide. There was the kitchen, above that his parent's bedroom where his two sisters slept and the top floor, the bedroom that he shared with his three brothers, there had been six of them in that room, four in one double bed and two in a single, all six brothers had been sleeping head to toe all of their lives.

"My parents are willing to let you live with us for six pennies a week but you'll have to just become part of the family, the house is too small for anything fancy. And my mother told me to ask you, to make sure that you are married or Victoria will have to sleep with my sisters in my parent's room!" John stiffened himself, "We're married!" "Okay, I was told to ask, that's all!"

The three of us trudged around to the house, I had never seen anything like it, my house only had one floor, two rooms at the back and two at the front, two bedrooms, a parlour and the kitchen, the Oldfield's kitchen was ten feet by ten feet with a set of stairs leading off of one corner. The stairs were very steep and turned one hundred and eighty degrees between the ground floor and the first.

Peter's mother and his sisters all sat around the kitchen table sewing buttons onto card, the woman who lived in the house next door brought the buttons from the factory, she and her neighbours all sewed the buttons to display cards and then they were sold back to the factory to be resold on to shops all over the country.

John and I were taken to the first floor, Peter's father, Herbert Oldfield, sat at a table in front of the window, he had a spirit blow torch burning at his side on the table, he would heat up a thin bar of glass and as it began to melt, he would push a wire, fed through a lead ferrule and bent double into it and before it had a chance to set, the molten glass was pushed into a round mould and then into a sand tray to cool down, hundreds of times a day, the result was glass eyes for dolls or stuffed animals. Herbert also made glass eyes for people but instead of hundreds of pairs a day, he would be lucky to make one eye a day for a human.

John had a conversation while Peter took me on up to the room John and I would share with him and three of his brothers. John was negotiating our rent up to a shilling a week but instead of just the bed, that was to include two meals a day each as well.

The top room, like the two below was just ten feet long by ten feet wide. There was a large double bed and a large single bed too, they were pushed together in the middle of the room to look like one huge bed, by the window there were two chests of draws, "You and John get a draw each in the first chest, my mother said I have to hang an old blanket from the ceiling to split the room up."

Peter climbed on the bed to knock a nail into the plaster of the ceiling above the beds, roughly in line between the double bed and the single one; he used a chair to reach to put another nail just past the foot of the beds on the same alignment. Twine was tied between the two nails and an old grey blanket was hung from the twine and pushed down between the two beds. The blanket fell down and had to be hung over the twine again, this time, Peter put four pins through the overlap to hold the blanket in place.

John and I went out to do a little shopping, we needed a few clothes, especially night clothes, John would need two new shirts and another pair of trousers, I would need another skirt, a blouse and a dress. We had literally walked away from the farm in just the clothes we stood up in, "Where did you get so much money from?" I asked John, "Herbert loaned me two shillings, I've got to pay him back as soon as I can, so I'll be working long hours at the glass factory from tomorrow."

By the time we got back to the courtyard Peter's brothers had returned from the factory, the galvanised bathtub was on the kitchen floor, the tub was full of water and the oldest son was just stepping into it. I wasn't shocked exactly by the sight of the naked nineteen year old boy stepping into the bath, I had seen my father and brothers bathing many times before, I had even seen John taking his bath in our kitchen a few times, although, my parents usually sent me from the room when it was John's turn to take his bath, but if fresh hot water was ever needed, it was my job to carry it to the bath for him.

The thing that I found unusual was, Mark was actually 'excited', you know, his pecker was hard, he stood in the hot water, in front of all of his family, while his sister, Ruth, washed his legs and bottom with a soapy cloth before Mark sat down in the water and his sister began to wash his back and chest, arms and face. From where I was standing I could see that Ruth often rinsed her hand in the area that her brother's hard cock would have been under the water. When Ruth finished washing the rest of her brother's body both of her hands went under the water and it looked like she was actually pulling his dick-skin back and washing under it but all under the water.

Mark stepped out of the water and Ruth took a large towel from the side of the fire and wrapped it around her brother and they moved to the back of the room, where she began to help him to dry himself. Rebecca, the youngest sister hung another towel by the fire while Luke undressed, Luke was eighteen years old and he stepped into the water his brother had just left, water that by now looked quite dirty.

Rebecca began to wash Luke's legs, he turned towards me, he, like his older brother was fully excited and he looked into my eyes as his sisters hands got closer to his manhood. Rebecca patted her brother's bottom when she had finished washing it and he sat down so that his sister could wash the rest of his body.

By the time Rebecca had finished washing the 'under water' area of Luke, Ruth had finished helping Mark to dry off and was bringing the towel back to hang by the side of the fire while Rebecca helped Luke out of the water, as Luke climbed out of the water, his skin that should have been covering the head of his dick was still peeled back, adding proof, if proof were needed, that the girls were washing the boy's private area under the water.

As Luke passed Ruth she swatted his naked bottom, Mrs. Oldfield chided Ruth, "You know you're not allowed to touch your twin when he's undressed!" It went some way to explain how the Oldfield's seemed to have so many children that all seemed so close together in age. It was Peter's turn to strip naked, his cock was so hard as he pulled his trousers down that he had great difficulty getting his trousers past his cock. Ruth bathed Peter in the same way that she had washed the eldest boy, Peter was seventeen years old and as he stood there, facing me, his dick, pointing right at my face, it did occur to me that the Oldfield boys were all like pees in a pod, facially as well as other parts of their body, they all looked identical.

By the time Daniel got into the bath the water was very dirty and very cold, Daniel asked if he could have a little more hot water, Mrs. Oldfield asked me if I could top up the bath for Daniel. As in most kitchens at that time, there was a huge kettle of water standing on the trivet over the fire in a constant state of boiling, I got a cloth and picked up the very heavy kettle, as I bent forward to pour the hot water into the bath my face was just an inch away from Daniel's hard dick. Daniel giggled at my discomfort. Daniel was the youngest of the Oldfield children, Rebecca was sixteen and he was fifteen. I had to take the kettle down to the local well, I say local, the well was on a passageway across the other side of Hurst Street called Ladywell Walk.

When I returned to number one behind fifty court fifteen Inge Street, John was sitting in the water and both Ruth and Rebecca were washing him together. I stopped in the doorway momentarily, Herbert Oldfield looked in my direction and raised his eyebrows at me, I smiled back at him, "It's a long way to drag this huge kettle full of water," I said as I carried it into the room and hoisted it up onto the trivet over the fire.

John climbed out of the bath and while the sisters dried him off I unpacked his night shirt and handed it to him. I was trying hard not to look at John's naked cock, unlike the brothers; John wasn't hard even though I would have easily understood if he had been with two young girls rubbing their towels all over his body.

We all ate a quick, simple meal, I got the job of washing the pots and Ruth dried them while Rebecca put the pots and dishes away. As the sun went down two tallow candles were lit which gave off very little light. I could tell from the conversation that it was almost bedtime, so I excused myself and went up to the top bedroom to unpack our new clothes and put John's clothes in his draw and my new clothes in my draw, then I undressed and put my dirty clothes in the draw as well. On top of the dressing table there was a bowl and a jug of cold water. I used the cold water to wash quickly and I was drying myself as I heard the sound of boots on the stairs, I pulled my night dress over my head, the room was in total darkness now and as my head popped out of the neck hole in my night dress, the door opened and Peter walked in carrying a candle.

I don't know why I blushed, I had managed to cover my body before the door opened but I guess that it was because this was it, the big 'it', I was about to get into bed for the very first time with my husband but we wouldn't be alone in the room, four other men would be just a few inches away.

Peter pushed the candle into the holder in front of a small mirror fixed to the wall, the mirror doubled the light in the room, Peter jumped on the double bed and then wriggled down under the blankets, "I sleep here, I'll be right next to you I guess."

I blushed again, Daniel walked into the room and bumped into me as I was trying to pass the doorway to my bed, he giggled at me again, "My dad must be in a generous mood tonight, he gave us all a tot of Rum, he almost never does that!"

I got into bed and the four brothers were all in bed before John came up. I had got into bed on the side furthest away from the brother's bed, expecting John to climb over me and get into bed next to Peter. If I were organising the sleeping arrangements under the current circumstances, I would have made Daniel sleep on the edge of the bed with his head at the foot, then Peter next to him with his head at the top of the bed, then Luke with his head at the foot and finally Mark on the outside with his head at the top of the bed. That way, John would have had his feet closest to Daniel's head rather than his head just an inch away from Peter's head.

John pulled the blankets up and looked down at me, I could smell the Rum, Herbert Oldfield must have given John quite a large glass of Rum to send him up to bed. I kind of knew that John would want to lay on top of me, he had broken me in two days earlier and declared that it meant we were now married but since then we had been travelling, walking from my father's farm all the way to Birmingham and John hadn't had the opportunity to do it again, this was our first time in a bed together and I just knew, no matter who else was in the room, John would want to cover my body with his again, and this time, my brother wouldn't stop him as soon as he had delivered his seed.

I know that to some, the idea of people having 'marital contact' in a room with others in close proximity would seem disgusting but to us, the poorest of society, we were brought up with our parents doing their marital duties in the bedroom while we were all in it with them, I shouldn't have been worried about it, I should have been happy that I was going to be fulfilled again by my husband.

John pushed me to the other side of the bed, so now I was just an inch from Peter, or I would be, the boys were playing a game of Dominoes and were chattering noisily, as John pushed my night dress up to expose my body, I whispered, "Can't we wait? At least until they blow the candle out." John shook his head, "I have to get up at five thirty so the boys can take me into the glass factory early to get me a job, I need to start paying Mr. Oldfield back as soon as possible."

I had been in the bedroom with my parents while they were having sex thousands of time, almost every day of my life my father had done my mother, either just a quickie, like a kiss goodnight almost, and other times when they would be doing it for an hour or even two, but they had never, never ever, done it with the candle lit.

John had stripped the blankets off of our bed completely, that was almost a mistake because the blanket separating the brothers from us had been tucked down between the two sets of blankets and as John stripped our blankets off of the bed he had also pulled the curtain out and I think Peter may have been looking at that moment as my body flashed into view. John began to kiss my body all over, paying special attention to my tits, the boys next to us seemed to be snapping the dominoes down a little harder and they were talking a little louder as John got more excited and closer to covering my body with his.

It was very hot in the bedroom, it was a hot August evening and six bodies in such a small room as well as a burning candle and the heat from the kitchen fire passing through the chimney a few feet from the foot of the bed made it even hotter. John stripped his night shirt off and so he was totally naked, then he pushed the front of my night dress past my chin and over my head, then he rolled me into the middle of the small bed and threw my night dress onto the floor on top of his shirt.

John's dick opened my flower for the second time, it hurt, just a little, thank God it didn't hurt as much as it had that first time or I guess that everyone in the Courtyard would have known what John was doing to me, instead of just the four brothers. I had wanted to object to being stripped so totally with just a thin blanked separating us from four young men, I had wanted to say, "What if one of the brothers wants to use the necessary, he'll see what we're doing." But I didn't get past "What." Before I didn't care if they saw or not.

This was only my second time at sex and the first time was so painful that I had thought 'If I don't do that again I won't miss it' but my God, sex wasn't just a bodily function, it wasn't just biology, just something to make a baby. When it was done right, by someone you love, it was dammed close to a religious experience. It was only my second time but it wasn't John's second time, I doubted that I was even just his second woman. John had been married for five years, his wife had miscarried five times and on the sixth, she got close to full term when she passed away, both mother and child. John had a lot of experience in having sex and he was using all of that experience on me for over twenty minutes.

As soon as John exploded into me and rolled off of my body, the boys put their game away and blew out the candle. John wanted to sleep on his back so I was pushed right to the edge of the small bed, pushed over so far that I actually touched Peter through the curtain dividing the room. John went to sleep so fast that I didn't have any chance to retrieve my night dress and as it was so hot, John only pulled one blanket up and that didn't cover very much of my body, I was really grateful that the room on my side of the divider was so dark, on the other side, in the boy's half of the room, the full moon and a cloudless sky meant that it was almost as bright as day on the other side of the blanket hanging from the ceiling.

I was a little uncomfortable propped on my side, trying not to move, as my husband slept at my side, I could feel the heat of Peter's body through the thin blanked separating us, then Peter turned onto his side so that he was facing me, I heard the sounds of two of Peter's brothers falling asleep, and then the third but I couldn't tell if Peter was sleeping or not.

Peter moved his head slightly, I heard the sound of him sniffing, his head was right at the side of mine, he was sniffing at the back of my head, smelling my hair, then I felt his hand on my hip, the blanket was still between us but after just ten seconds the blanket was moved and Peters hand was on my bare hip.

I lay totally still, pretending to be asleep but if I could tell that five of the other people in the room were sleeping, Peter probably could too. Peter pulled at my hip, rolling me onto my back and now the blanket dividing the room was on the wrong side of my body, Peter was propped up on his elbow and as I rolled onto my back I was actually under Peter's upper body. I should have fought Peter off but I had already spent two days on the road, two days open to the elements, to the summer showers and, two days of nothing to eat and little to drink.

All kinds of things ran through my mind, John had been turned away from jobs that he knew he could easily do because we didn't have an address and now we owed Peter's father money too, if I kicked up a fuss, we would probably find ourselves on the street again, so I just had to hold my tongue.

Peter lowered his face to mine and as his lips covered mine his hand slipped between my legs. The kiss was broken and Peter pulled his face away from mine, whispering, "Wow, Johnny boy there delivers quite a load when he shoots doesn't he?" Peter didn't wait for an answer, I guess it was meant as a rhetorical question anyway, Peter rolled over slightly and his lower body slid over mine, his cock was in my cunt in a flash and he didn't care that he was in bed with his four brothers, he began to bounce on top of me as if we were alone in the room.

Mark grumbled under his breath, "Fucking hell Pete, don't whack off now, we've got to get up early for work in the morning." Mark lashed out his fist to strike Peter but instead of striking the muscular arm of his brother he hit me in my ribs. Far from fighting Peter off, I found myself with my arms wrapped around Peter's neck, pulling his face down onto my face and I was kissing him with wild abandon as Marks fist struck home and I grunted out in pain.

Mark rolled over instantly, wide awake now as his brother fucked me in almost broad daylight, Peter was wearing his night shirt so most of my body was covered by the cotton from that but Mark didn't leave it at that, he pulled at his brothers shirt to uncover my body. Mark actually stripped his younger brother off so that he could better see us fucking in our gay abandon.

Mark stripped off his own night shirt and as soon as Peter finished gasping for air as his body jerked into mine, Mark pushed his brother off of me and into the space next to John that I should have occupied. Mark climbed over his brothers, the two sleeping with their heads at the foot of the bed, waking both of them up as he did, Mark, totally naked, just as I was, rolled onto my body, once again, I knew that I should fight him off, should at least say no but instead, I welcomed him over my body and opened my legs wide for him to use me.

John had sex with at least one other woman before me and I guess many more besides, I guess that was the way life was supposed to be, the man having many sexual partners and the woman expected to have only the one, her husband, but I was now on my third man in one evening and I was loving every spunk dripping moment of it. Luke was wide awake, he whispered, "Fucking hell, look at her go, she's loving every fucking minute of it. What else is she willing to do?"

Luke slipped out of bed, slipped out of his night shirt too and then returned to the bed at the head of the bed, kneeling at the side of my shoulder he whispered, "Mark, stop hogging her, stop kissing with her, I want to use her mouth." Mark broke our kiss and as soon as his face cleared mine, Luke pulled my hair so that my face was turned towards him. As Mark began to shoot his seed into my cunny, Luke pressed his cock against my mouth, "Open your mouth bitch." He said as he thrust his hips into my face, eventually I got the idea and opened my mouth for him.

I lay with my head totally still, Mark had finished and was climbing off of my body, Luke whispered, "Come on, suck me you cow." I closed my lips around Luke's cock, a little confused; my cunt was now vacant so why was Luke still trying to fuck my mouth?

Daniel was now replacing Mark, his cock didn't feel nearly as big as Mark's cock even though when I had seen them at their bath they had all looked the same size or very close to all being the same size. As I applied a little suction to Luke's cock, he began to fuck his dick in and out of my mouth.

Now I had two men watching me as I fucked and two men fucking me, one fucking my cunt and the other fucking my mouth and I was loving it even though I knew that it was about as wrong as it could possibly be, the only thing that could have been a worse thing that I could do sexually would be to let my father or one of my own brothers fuck me or at some point in the future, if I had a son, to allow him to fuck me and as that thought ran through my head, Daniel's sperm ran out of his prick and into my fanny and simultaneously, Luke exploded in my mouth.

I was taken by surprise by Luke's shooting off in my mouth, I couldn't understand why he would want to do it in that hole while everyone knows it is supposed to go in the hole between my legs, then the first shock of the jets of sperm in my mouth swamping me faster than I could deal with it, it didn't occur to me that I could either swallow or spit it out and I was so shocked that nature took over and I swallowed, it was totally disgusting, far worse than eating a bad egg or drinking sour milk, I started retching and had to fight to stop myself being sick.

Right everyone, get dressed and try to put Victoria out of your heads for the rest of the night, if you don't get enough sleep tonight you could have an accident at work tomorrow and get seriously hurt or even killed if you can't concentrate around all that molten glass, you better get dressed too Victoria."

I tiptoed down the side of the bed and found my night dress on the floor on top of John's night shirt, I pulled my night dress over my head and as my head popped out into the room again, I noticed John's eyes were open, he was laying on his side facing the wall and was smiling at me.

I had to fetch a towel and put it between my thighs before I could get back into bed as I had four loads of seed trying to cascade out of my body like Niagara Falls. I was woken at four thirty in the morning buy Ruth's hand tugging at my foot, John was still naked, he was totally uncovered and lying on his back sleeping as was his cock, coiled up between his legs.

As soon as I woke up I realised that I needed to use the chamberpot under the boy's bed, I had no choice, there was no way I would have made it down two flights of stairs and across the court yard, so I had to squat over the po as a flood of pee and other substances fell from my body, I noticed that Ruth was standing at John's side and had her hand over his cock, she looked over at me, "I love how they look when they sleep, did you have fun last night?"

I shouldn't have been surprised that Ruth knew I had sex really, these houses were so small that I guess, even the people in number two probably knew that I fucked with five men the night before, what was I talking about, at four-thirty, it was still last night now.

We crept down the stairs as silently as we could; Ruth was holding a huge cast iron cooking pot by the time I finished descending, "This takes two people to carry." I could see that the pot needed filling with water and as the only water was in Ladywell Walk, that meant that we needed to go out of the house and out of the court yard too. "I'd better get dressed first," I said, "What, you want to go back up there and risk waking everyone earlier than necessary, we always go out in our night dresses to fetch water in the summer."

Ruth almost dragged me along with the pot, we didn't really need to carry it between us while it was empty, she just wanted me tethered to her cooking pot. Once at the well, the pot was placed on the floor and Ruth said, "You can fill it on your own right?" I nodded my head and Ruth walked over to the back of the bakers shop, the only other people up at this ungodly hour. I saw a young man slip out of the back door of the bakers shop. As I worked the winch to lower and raise the bucket to fill the caldron with water, I watched as Ruth and the young man fooled around together.

Once the cauldron was full of water Ruth kissed the young man goodbye and smoothed the front of her night dress down at the front, I don't think I was giving her a disapproving look but she rounded on me and said, "What, I don't let him shoot up me, all I let him do is put it in a few times then I use my hand and let him shoot on my belly, not like you, you let all of my brothers do you last night and you let them all shoot in you, you better already be carrying your husband's baby or you're likely to cop for Mark's or Luke's baby instead."

I smiled inwardly, I thought to myself, 'not Luke's, not unless his swimmers are tunnelers.' We carried the huge pot and hung it from a chain over the fire and Ruth put ten teacups full of rolled oats into the water while I added more wood to the fire to help to raise the temperature of the porridge, "You take the first fifteen minutes and I'll take the second fifteen, it will take over an hour to cook the porridge. Ruth sat at the kitchen table and rested her head on her hands while I stood in front of the raging fire paddling the huge pool of oats with a spoon the size of an oar from a rowboat.

Ruth slept at the table for exactly fifteen minutes and then sat bolt upright, she took over from me at the caldron and I took her seat at the table, Ruth told me to go to sleep for fifteen minutes, I was reluctant but she said, "You won't get a chance to sleep later, once my mother gets up we'll all be working flat out all day." I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes for what seemed like a few seconds before Ruth woke me to stand at the cauldron once again.

At a quarter to six, Ruth said the porridge was about ready, she had made a pot of tea too and I was sent up to wake the family, "Start with the boys first and then my mum, dad and sister." I didn't bother to walk up the stairs quietly as I'd be waking everyone in a minute or so but I did go to the top floor first and I woke all five men in the top bedroom.

I walked down to the first floor and stood on the tiny landing and knocked on the door, Ruth hadn't latched the door closed when she got up so she didn't wake her parents too early, so when I knocked the door it opened slightly, Mr. And Mrs. Oldfield were both totally naked and Herbert was on top of his wife pounding his meat into her as she gasped for breath, I also spotted Rebecca, she was sitting on her bed watching her parents fucking in front of her.

I was grasping for the door handle to try and pull the door closed but I couldn't take my eyes off of the fucking couple long enough to find the handle, the boys were filing past me on the tiny landing before I managed to close the door. As each boy past me he kissed me on the lips and grabbed a handful of my body through my night dress.

John was at the end of the line coming down the stairs and as he got to me I remembered that he knew what I had done with the boys the night before, well, he didn't know exactly what I had done, not the ins and outs of it, just that he knew I did something, he would have no idea just how much I had enjoyed it or how eagerly I had accepted or even welcomed what happened to me, but he knew I had fucked with the boys. He had smiled at me the night before, after I had been unfaithful to him but I wondered what he would say now, in the cold light of the day.

John had to stop on the step above the landing because Mark was still kissing me and had his hand up the front of my night dress, I automatically opened my legs to allow him to get a good handful of my cunt meat and as his tongue flicked into my mouth, his fingers, the middle and third finger I think, slipped in and out of my body over and over again, making me go week at the knees. Mark finally laughed out loud and passed me by, I smoothed the front of my dress down as John stepped down onto the landing, John kissed me and caressed my body through the thin cotton of my night dress.

As the boys and John ate their breakfast quickly, Ruth and I cut fresh bread and hard cheese for them to take to work with them. Mr and Mrs Oldfield came down to breakfast just as the boys were leaving for work, there was no question of John not getting work at the glass factory as the boys would all vouch for him, the only real question was, what work there would be that John could actually do.

The rest of us ate our porridge and drank our tea quite quickly too, I was given the task of washing the pots while Ruth and her mother prepared a large pan of meat and vegetables for our evening meal, I was told to go with Ruth so I could see where I had to go to collect it later in the day.

Ruth and I returned to the bakers shop, they had shelves full of bread to sell and there were already a few pots similar to ours standing on the floor waiting to be placed in the ovens once all the baking was finished. Ruth tied a tag onto the lid of our pot and told me to wait for her, the baker was out the back of the shop in Ladywell Walk, talking to the wine merchant, his boy went into the back room with Ruth, I didn't stay where I was though, I moved so I could see Ruth and the bakers boy, he pulled her skirt and under skirts up and pushed her backwards onto a flower sack.

I watched as the boy fucked Ruth Oldfield, this was more than just a few ins and outs and then shooting over her belly, he went through to completion before Ruth realised and pushed him off of her, his cock was still jetting seed all over her belly and hairy pubis as his cock jumped out of her fanny. "You bastard, why did you do that, you know the rule, just a few times and I would have finished you off with my hand." "I didn't want you to finish me off outside on top of your belly, I wanted to finish off inside your belly, perhaps if I make you pregnant you'll agree to marry me and we can do that all day and every day, for the rest of our lives."

Ruth and I returned to court fifteen, I could see Mr Oldfield sitting up in his bedroom window, pumping his spirit blow lamp and the flame turning from blue to yellow as he introduced the glass bar into the flame, turning it to heat it through evenly. Mrs. Oldfield and Rebecca were sitting at the table sewing buttons onto the cards for sale back to the button manufacturers. Ruth and I settled down in the other two seats at the table.

At first I had to be shown what to do, what buttons went onto the cards but I soon picked it up, four white pearl blouse buttons, four white pearl shirt buttons, two white pearl coat buttons. They needed a thousand cards with that combination on them, all stitched through the card with white thread. The only difference between sewing buttons onto a card and on to fabric was that the needle went dull very quickly, so it needed a thimble to push it through and about every hour or so, we needed to sharpen the needle again.

At eleven o'clock I was told to make a pot of tea, I was told to re-use the leaves from the breakfast pot as tea was too expensive to use only once. I made and poured the tea out, Mrs. Oldfield told me to take two cups of tea up to her husband for her.

The bedroom door was open and Mr. Oldfield was working in just a vest and apron, he turned his blow lamp off when I handed him the two cups of tea, "They aren't both mine, one is yours!" Herbert told me.

Herbert took a sip of his tea, "Weak as piss," he said, then he told me to sit down, he pointed to his bed and I sat on the edge of it. Herbert fetched a bottle from his closet, dark Rum, Navy strength. He poured a large quantity into his own cup and then he poured double that amount into my cup. "Drink up Victoria!" I was use to drinking cider and beer but I had never had strong spirits before and the tea wasn't hot enough to drive the alcohol off of the Rum. We sat drinking our tea in silence, when my cup was empty; Herbert put two inches of Rum into my empty cup. I was encouraged to drink up the Rum and as I did, Herbert said, "My sons tell me that you like to be watched while you're being fucked!" My mouth dropped open, when the hell did his sons have a chance to talk to him, I thought that they had left the house with my husband as Mr. Oldfield came down the stairs. "Your husband owes me five shillings, I can think of a few ways that you could help to ease that financial burden off of his shoulders." "Five shillings, I thought he only borrowed two shillings from you."

"Well, there's the shilling in advance for room and food, I had to lend him that to pay me, and the two shillings I lent him to buy clothes and necessaries, that makes three shillings, the interest on that for a week is two shillings, so by Saturday your husband will owe me five shillings, working a twelve hour day for six days, he'll be lucky to earn four shillings as a new labourer, so he'll still owe me a shilling from his debt and of course, the shilling for next week's rent, that will be two shillings, he'll probably need two shillings for beer and all the other things a man needs, so he'll probably need to borrow at least another shilling from me and we'll be back to five shillings again in no time."

I was beginning to find the adult world very confusing and the adult world in the city even more so. "So, you enjoy fucking lots of men," Herbert poured more Rum into my cup and pushed it to my lips, "drink up Victoria, You like fucking and you like being watched as you fuck, so why not let me organise something, let's say a penny from every man who watches you fuck and four pennies from the men who want to fuck you, so if I can get a dozen men to watch, that will be a shilling for you."

Herbert was now squatting in front of me as I sat on his bed, his hands were on my knees, on top of my skirt, he began to push my shirt up, "if three men fuck you, that will be another shilling off of the debt, your husband will be clear and free in no time." Herbert was pushing me backwards onto his bed, my skirt was now up above my waist, Herbert pulled his apron off and he climbed up my body, when he pushed his cock into me, I realised that Herbert was by far the largest man I had felt in my body so far.

Herbert was big, his cock was longer and fatter than any of the others and he wasn't in any kind of hurry to finish himself off, he didn't even care that because of our position on the very edge of his bed, the thing banged every time he pushed his cock into me, so his wife and his daughters were left in no doubt that he was fucking me just above their heads.

Herbert fucked me for over an hour, in the end lunch was ready and Mrs. Oldfield came up to tell us that the food was ready. She stood in the doorway and watched, I could hardly focus on anything as I was delirious from lack of air, I was orgasming so much. Herbert looked over his shoulder, straight into his wife's eyes as he finally let fly in my body.

Mr. Oldfield didn't bother to put any trousers on, he just slipped his apron back on and went down stairs, kissing his wife as he passed her in the doorway, Mrs. Oldfield threw me a hand towel, "Here, wipe yourself with this, Your husband is only paying for two meals a day so there is nothing for you to eat but that's okay, you have an hour's sewing to catch up on, you can do that while we eat."

I collected the two cups from Mr. Oldfield's workbench and then I spotted the bottle of Rum, when Herbert took it from his cupboard it was full, now it was over a quarter empty, Herbert hadn't had very much in his tea, so I had drunk most of that alcohol. I popped the bottle back where I had seen Herbert taking from; there were several more full bottles of Rum in there.

The stairs were a little bit of a problem, my head was very woozy and spinning, when I was at home, the most I ever had to drink was one glass of beer or cider, usually with Lunch and then again with dinner, no more than a pint a day, the way my head was feeling, it felt like I'd drunk a month's worth of strong beer in one go.

Mr. Oldfield and his family were eating bread and hard cheese and drinking beer around the kitchen table, my seat was still free, a bowl of buttons, a stack of cards and my needle and thread where my food should have been. I felt my face turn a little red as Ruth and Rebecca looked at me as I sat down.

I sewed two dozen cards while the Oldfield's ate, drank and talked around the table, then Herbert pushed his chair back and stood up. "Well, have you thought about it?" Herbert's comments were directed at me, it took me a little by surprise as no one had said anything to me for almost an hour.

"What?" I had to say something as everyone was looking at me, "Have you thought about putting on a show for a few of my friends?" I thought it was just sex talk, the nonsense a boy says while trying to get between a girls thighs, so I hadn't given it a thought, Herbert was standing over me now, his proposition was running through my head at a million miles an hour.

Mr. Oldfield had been right, I had no idea how because I hadn't actually thought about it while it was happening but when my husband took me the night before while four men sat playing games just inches away, it had excited me way beyond anything I had ever known before. That could have been the natural feeling of excitement that a woman feels when she had maritals with her husband for only the second time and I had put it all down to that.

I remembered back to when John pulled the bed covers off of the bed and in doing so, the blanket dividing the room flicked up, I was naked on the bed and I looked over at the boys as the blanket flicked up, at the time I had thought little of it, now, in the cold light of day and with a quarter pint of Rum in me, Peter had been looking straight at me, looking at my body and smiling as he saw my naked body in the candle light.

Now that I thought back to it, I had quite liked having Peter look at me like that and when my husband fucked me, I knew that the four men next to me were listening to every gasp and slap of flesh on flesh from our side of the room divider.

Herbert was by the stairs now, "When I get my blow lamp lit, that will be it, I'll be working at my bench for the rest of the day." Mr. Oldfield was now climbing onto the first step, I pushed my chair back and followed him, in his bedroom he began to work on his blow lamp, cleaning the flame head, filling the tank with paraffin.

"I didn't realise when you said, well, the show, the performing thing, I didn't realise that you meant today, right now!" Herbert had a match in his fingers and he tipped a little paraffin onto the bath beneath the burning head. "I know a few men that work from midnight to midday and who are at a loose end on an afternoon; they often look for entertainment on a Monday, while they still have money in their purse to pay for it. Make no mistake girl, once I strike this match and light the lamp, I'll be working until the tank runs dry."

Herbert touched the match to the side of his box of matches and just as he was about to pull his hand back I panicked and blurted out, "Okay, okay, I'll do it." Herbert smiled at me and put the match back into its box. I panicked again, even more this time, what had I said? What had I just agreed too?

Herbert opened his cupboard and took out his shirt and the bottle of Rum, "Here, take a drink of this." The stopper was removed from the bottle and it was passed to me, I put the bottle to my lips and took a swallow while Mr. Oldfield pulled his shirt over his head, he took the bottle from me and he took a gulp of the Rum, then the bottle was in my hands again, "Drink, drink."

I took another swallow as Herbert pulled his trousers on. Herbert took the bottle and replaced the stopper, he picked up a tallow candle, then put it back in the metal storage compartment, he returned to the cupboard and found a wax candle, the two different candles were easy to tell apart just from the colour and the sheen of the side, tallow being almost yellow at the side of a wax candle, for a man like Mr. Oldfield to have a wax candle meant that it was probably stolen from a church somewhere.

Herbert put the candle in his pocket and gestured to the stairs for me to go ahead of him; I looked back and saw that the bottle of Rum, now only half full, was still in his hand. If I thought the stairs were difficult to manage before they were close to impossible now that I had drunk close to a half a pint of Rum in just two hours.

Ruth and Rebecca were both grinning at me as I stumbled into the kitchen, Mrs. Oldfield told the girls to concentrate on their sewing as their father and I walked past them. We crossed the court yard and walked down the narrow passageway and out into Inge Street. As soon as we got out in the street Herbert took my hand and began to stride out, I had to run to keep up as his stride was so wide.

We walked a quarter of a mile to the canal basin, hundreds of barges all moored around the basin, hundreds of boats being unloaded by thousands of men, the goods were being manhandled into warehouses around the sides of the basin as well as warehouses in the roads beyond. I was pulled past the canal and through two streets beyond; in the middle of a line of warehouses was a long wooden stable block that held the horses and donkey's that pulled the carts to deliver all of the goods brought in by barge to the shops in the town.

Most of the horses and donkey's were out working, the stalls that held the animals overnight were now the playground for the local night workers, men playing toss halfpenny against the stall walls or cards sitting around a barrel of oats. One empty stall had a tile missing from the roof above and a shaft of bright light hit the floor of the stall, right in the centre, seemingly amplified, because of the surrounding darkness.

I was pulled into that empty stall and Herbert dragged a bale of straw into the stall, he cut the twine that held the straw in place and spread the straw all over the floor of the stall. Herbert positioned me so that I was illuminated by the shaft of light, "You know how to dance girl?" I nodded my head, "When I get the men to pay up, I want you to dance around this shaft of light, you have to undress slowly, they will expect a good show for a penny, you have to strip totally naked, move close to the men but not close enough for them to touch you, then you lie on the straw, make sure that the light is right on top of your fanny, then wait until I tell you what to do next."

I stood under the shaft of light, I was standing as still as I could but I was actually shifting my weight from foot to foot as I worked out how I was going to dance and undress for the audience while trying to keep under the shaft of light. Herbert used a box to stand on to tie a rope high up on the beam at the end of the stall, then the rope was tied on the other side as tightly as possible, then Herbert went from group to group of men around the stable talking to all of them, then he found a wagon cover, a huge waterproof sheet used to protect delicate loads while in transit. Another rope was strung across the stall, half way between the end of the stall and where I was standing.

While Herbert hung the huge sheet over the rope, all of the men gathered in front of the stall to look at me, there had been about twenty-five men in the stables when we arrived but I counted forty standing around the end of the stall, all staring in at me lit up as I was.

Herbert finally sealed the end of the stall off, then I heard him calling out, "Just a penny piece to watch the show, one single penny to see this beautiful flower of a girl, very young, very clean. Inexperienced in the ways of the world, newly married and fresh as new mown hay but willing to learn and eager to please. Come along gentlemen, just a single penny to watch the show, thank you sir, thank you, thank you."

As Herbert was saying thank you, men began to duck under the sheeting and jostle for position along the side of the rope. Eventually twenty men were standing in the roped off area, not all the men were going to have a good view of me because there were so many men there, so before I was given the okay to start to dance, Mr. Oldfield came under the rope and began to kick the straw I was standing on away from the edges of the stall, he created a clear zone all around me and then he stood at the end of the rope, "No one is to step foot on the straw unless he has paid his three pennies additional charge, let's call it a straw tax." Then Herbert dropped the rope and the men rushed forward and filtered down the sides of the stall.

I noticed that Herbert had a kind of club in one hand and his bottle of Rum in the other, so I felt relatively safe, even though twenty hard men were gathering just a foot or so away from me. Herbert nodded his head and I began to sway from side to side, I hummed a tune to myself, a tune that I liked to dance too in more 'normal' circumstances, I danced for several minutes, getting a little more animated as I did, then Herbert held his club up, I took that as a cue to start to undress, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse as I danced to the very edge of the straw, just an inch from the men standing all around me, even though Mr. Oldfield had told me not to get close enough for the men to touch me, that had been before he had dropped the rope and all the men were far closer than he had planned already.

I took five minutes to totally remove my blouse; it crossed my mind that if I were to ever do this again, it would be better if I wore more clothes. I could wear some kind of waistcoat over my blouse and a camisole under my blouse, even one of those new-fangled brassier things under that. A corset crossed my mind, rich women wore them but I understood that it could take a full thirty minutes to get out of one even with the help of a ladies maid, so I discounted that.

It dawned on me that I only actually had one more garment to take off, all I had to do was pull at the bow at the side belting and my skirt would fall to the floor and I would be totally naked, I didn't even own drawers so had none to take off, again, posh women wore such things but I was too poor for that.

I danced, letting my breasts shake and wobble in front of the men until Mr. Oldfield signalled that I had to take my skirt off. I pulled at the side tapes and the bow unfastened; I caught my skirt before it fell too far and just lowered it an inch or so at a time, slowly exposing my lower body until I was totally naked.

I remembered what Mr. Oldfield had said and I got on the floor on my back with the light directly over my hairy mound. I felt the club tap at my left shoe, "Open a little wider for the gentlemen my dear." I spread my thighs a little wider; men were crouching down to get a better look up into my body. I realised that even some married men had never seen a woman's cunny, not even their own wife's cunt, some women thought it wrong to allow a man, any man, to look on their nakedness.

"Come along now gentlemen, who will be the first to pay me three pennies to sample the delights of this pretty young English rose, this flower of British womanhood, just three pennies to do as you please to her." I was really beginning to feel unwanted, every fibre of my body tingled from having twenty men inspecting my naked body but I definitely needed more, I needed at least one of the men to 'love' me, even if it was just Herbert Oldfield, doing me again for the second time that day, I really needed someone to fuck me.

I felt something tapping my hand, I looked over, Mr. Oldfield was tapping my hand with the wax candle that he had taken from his bedroom, he whispered, "Here, use this to get the men worked up more." I looked confused, I didn't even have any matches to light the thing, "Stick it in your twat, use it to fuck yourself with," he whispered. I got the message and took the candle and began to push it into my fanny.

"Don't just lie there, remember how it feels to have a cock up you and how it makes you feel inside and start to move about!" Once again, whispered so the men couldn't hear. I remembered how it felt when Herbert's cock was pounding into me, the candle in my own hand felt nothing like that but I remembered how I had felt earlier and how I was thrashing and bucking under Herbert's body, I hadn't moved about much at that time as Mr. Oldfield's body was pressing me into his mattress.

I actually started to have a little orgasm just from remembering what it had felt like and now, without a man holding me down I was bucking my hips into the air and rolling from side to side on the sharp straw bedding scattered on the dirt floor of the stable. My eyes were closed and I had blocked the image of the watching men from my mind as I enjoyed myself.

"Thank you," I opened my eyes when I heard Mr. Oldfield thank the man, it didn't take a genius to work out that someone had just given Herbert three pennies, I opened my eyes and saw a huge hulk of a man dropping his trousers, he must have weighed at least twenty stones if he weighed an ounce.

I watched as he dropped his trousers on top of my clothes before turning round to face me. There was no doubt that he was excited, he was a giant of a man in more ways than one, I thought that Mr. Oldfield was a big man but he was only half the man that the first to pay for my body was. As he covered my body with his I looked around the watching faces, as I grunted with the pain of such a huge cock sliding into my body there was a great cheer around the watching men and as the guy on top of me pounded his cock into me, I watched as another two men handed over three coins each to Mr. Oldfield.

I just started to get to enjoy the fucking while such a large group of men watched me and it was over, the fat man grunted a few times and it felt like he was pissing into my body he fired so much cum up into me.

The man jumped off of me and the second man knelt between my thighs, then he looked into my body and appealed to Herbert, "Just look at this, I can't fuck that!" Now Herbert was looking up my wide open cunt too. I was pulled to my feet, a length of rubber hose and a funnel were found, both used in the treatment of Equine Colic. A water jug with a little cold water in it was also brought and Herbert tipped a little of his Rum into the water in the jug.

Herbert pushed the hose up into my cunt and the water and Rum mixture was tipped into the funnel. I felt the cold water mixture rushing into my body and then running down between my legs as I stood there, naked with my legs wide open.

I was handed sacking as the tube was pulled from my body, "Dry yourself with that and get back on the floor. The second man enjoyed himself with me and the cleaning out process happened again, then the third man climbed on top of me. I heard a whispered conversation between one of the men watching, they were engaged in bargaining for something, I heard, "Her mouth, that will be two pennies..... Yes, she has done that once already, so she knows what it's all about."

I was just coming down from a climax and as I regained my composure I watched as the man pressed two coins into Herbert's hand. As soon as I was cleaned out for the third time, the man who had paid tuppence took my arm and pushed me down onto my knees, then he opened his trousers and pushed his cock into my mouth, I remembered Luke from the night before, when he began fucking my mouth I was doing all sorts of things wrong, my teeth grazed his cockhead and he let me know that was wrong, he also encouraged me to lick and suck as he fucked my mouth. This guy was paying tuppence extra for this service so I had to do a much better job with him than I did with Luke.

I held my arms behind my back and closed my lips over the man's cock, he just stood there so I realised quickly that if it was going to be work the men's time watching and the one man's tuppence then I'd better do some of the work that Luke had done the day before. The audience had cheered when the cock entered my mouth and now that we were both static the cheering had turned to mutterings of discontent, so I began to move my head and shoulders back and forth, sucked a little harder and licked all over his cockhead inside my mouth. The stables erupted in more cheering and clapping from the crowd and as they egged me on, I became more animated and performed my oral task with more relish until the inevitable happened, this time I was more ready for it and as the seed flowed I swallowed as fast as I could.

I was still sucking when his cock slipped from my mouth, his swansong was one final dribble of semen that fell onto my milky white breasts. I used my index finger to scoop up the errant seed and popped it into my mouth and the clapping and cheering changed to stamping of feet and whistling. The great din brought more spectators and Herbert charged them all a penny each to join the audience.

In total I took ten men in my vagina and three in my mouth, forty men in total had paid to watch and as I dressed I heard men asking Mr. Oldfield what else he would allow me to do, "What do you have in mind sir?" "Well, we're in a stable, I'm sure that we could arrange a donkey or a horse for your girl to play with, perhaps she could start out with a pig, then a dog and move up to the larger animals." I saw that look on Mr. Oldfield's face change from one of interest to one of greed.

The other man went on, "If we arranged it for next Monday, the men could chose to save up for it, if you say now that the girl will lay with a pig, a dog, a donkey and then a horse, I'm sure that they'd all be willing to pay three or even four pence each just to watch. Word will get around; you could easily set it up with seats and benches, up the other end of the stables you'd probably get fifty or even sixty men turn up for a show like that."

I was starving hungry, all I had eaten since six in the morning was one small bowl of porridge, well, that and three pints of man-seed in my mouth. It was past six o'clock in the evening before we left the stables and I guess that Mr. Oldfield only called it a day at that time because the wagons were starting to return and three or four horses needed the stall to be bedded down in.

The walk back to Inge Street and court fifteen was much slower than the walk from court fifteen, Mr. Oldfield was talking to me about the suggestion that had been made, he didn't ask me outright but he kept mentioning that if something like that were to happen, the more notice that the local men had about what was going to happen the more men that would be able to save up to pay for admission.

I didn't say anything one way or the other, I was well use to dealing with pigs, dogs, donkey's and horses, not in a sexual way but I had often had to clean the cocks of all of those animals, well, all but dogs, they could clean their own cocks if they need too. But a male horse and donkey had to have their flanges cleaned every single day and someone, usually the youngest daughter got that job every day. Male pigs were a little different but if you needed your sow covering, the tup's owner would bring the beast to your farm and he was happy to just let the tup go and do its business but if the sow's owner had their wits about them, they would clean out the boar's sheath to prevent infection of the sow. Again, that task would usually fall to one of the daughters of the farmer.

"How much did I earn from today?" I had already worked out a rough amount, the sum of six shillings and four pence seemed to be about what I had earned during the afternoon. "Well, dear girl, the men paid me six and four and after my commission, you'll earn three and two."

I pulled my hand out of his and stopped in my tracks, that didn't seem to be very equitable to me, I stood there with my hands on my hips, "What? Don't give me that look, I've taken an afternoon off work, I could easily have earned.....Well, I often earn." I could see that he was struggling to say such a lie, he was going to try and kid me that he could earn three or four shillings for a half a day's work, that would mean he could earn between one pound ten and six and two pounds and eight pence a week, not even the Prime Minister of the whole country would earn such a sum, probably not even the King of England would get so much for a week's work.

"I organised it, I looked after you, fifty percent isn't bad for the risks I took." "I'll agree to that if you take my three shillings to pay off my husband's debt, in full and give me the tuppence for myself." "But your husband owes me five shillings; there was the interest to pay." "One day's interest, not a full week's interest, and you did earn a lot of money out of me besides, and you fucked me too, so where's your four pence for that shag?" "Okay, well call it quits, your husband doesn't owe me anything now." "And another thing, from now on, we want three meals a day for our shilling a week." Mr. Oldfield laughed, "Okay, it's a deal; you're a far better negotiator than your husband, young lady."

By the time we got back to the house the boys had all finished bathing and were all sitting around in the kitchen in their night shirts waiting for Mr Oldfield to get home. The cauldron full of water was hanging above the fire, it was close to boiling, the large kettle was also up to full steam as was a saucepan. There were also two buckets of cold water standing on the floor. The galvanised steel bath had been emptied and scrubbed clean and was once again, sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fire.

The bath was filled with water for Mr. Oldfield's bath, it was unusual for a poor family like the Oldfield's to fill the bathtub twice on the same day and if Mr. Oldfield had been home before his sons, they wouldn't have done it this time either.

I watched as both of his daughters washed their father in the bath, and as they began to dry him off, John took me out into the court yard, Mr's Oldfield tells me that you were out putting on a performance for her husband's friends!" I nodded my head, "Want to tell me about it?" "I will if you really want me too but first, what are they paying you a week at the glass factory?" John went silent for a moment or two, "Well, I don't have any skills yet so they are only paying me two and six a week as a labourer."

Now it was my turn to be silent for a moment, then, "Do you know how much you owe Mr Oldfield so far?" "Three shillings plus some interest!" "The interest would have been two shillings by Saturday, so you would have earned two and six, if you gave him every penny, then he would have carried forward two and six, he would have added on the rent of a shilling, so you would have owed him three and six, the interest on that would have taken our debt to almost six shillings, do you see a pattern?"

John gave a wry chuckle, "I would have owed him more and more each week, I'd have never got out of his debt." I hugged my husband, "When Mr. Oldfield explained it to me in those terms I agreed to put on a show to earn a little extra money, so that what we owed him would at least reduce instead of grow." "You are a clever girl!"

I returned to the kitchen arm in arm with my husband, Mr's Oldfield asked me if I'd like a bath before dinner, I nodded my head, there was some little suggestion that I may like a little privacy for my bath, "Why, all of the men in this house have already seen me naked, I'm not shy." I stripped off right there in front of everyone in the kitchen and within two minutes, as many men as could cram against the tiny kitchen window to peep in at me.

After my bath, I slipped into my night dress and we all ate dinner around the kitchen table before going up to bed. John was the last one up the stairs, before he got into bed he took down the blanket hanging over the string at the ceiling and as he took it down he said, "Were all supposed to be just one family now, and usually, families round here don't get or need a whole lot of privacy."

The candle was blown out, it was another really hot evening and as soon as the candle had spluttered its last, John pushed the blankets off of our bed. Mark, Luke, Peter and Daniel didn't even pretend to sleep; they all just sat there waiting for John to push the front of my night dress up and over my head.

John took his own night shirt off as well and he climbed on top of me and began to fuck me. There was no gasp this time as his cock ploughed into my furrow at the beginning of sex, I had taken so many cocks since the last time he fucked me that I could easily accommodate his size without batting an eyelid.

John fucked me to completion and as he shot off into me, he kissed me and climbed off, Mark cleared his throat, "Erm, I don't suppose that as we're all brothers here, well, what I mean is, what about us?" John wiped his dick on his night shirt and said, "That's up to Victoria, you keep her happy and I'm sure she'll look after you boys." I looked over at Mark and smiled, John lay on his side and before he rolled onto his back I had been pulled over and onto the double bed.

The boys took me in age order, each one filling my vagina and I was getting messier and messier as the evening went on, I had to talk to Mr Oldfield, I would need something like that Equine Colic tube and funnel at home if I was going to keep entertaining the Oldfield boys the way I had been the last two days.

When it was Daniel's turn he put his cock in me and then complained that he couldn't feel anything, I was far too wet up there and after so many cocks I was far too lose as well. Danny pulled his dick out of me and it was dripping with my husband's and his brother's seed. "I may as well just wank myself off as try to fuck her."

Mark pulled my arm and rolled me over onto my face, then he used his fingers to part my bum cheeks, "Here, use this, you'll feel that alright." Daniel stepped over my leg and settled in behind me, there was a slight pain and he was in, it crossed my mind, 'Oh, there's a third hole that a man could use for his pleasure then!'

Daniel said. "Fucking hell, that's better and then he settled into fucking me on the dark side. Daniel eventually spunked up into me, the feeling was very unusual, a feeling of unusual fullness up my bottom.

I was about to go back to my bed when the feeling of fullness turned into desperation and I had to sit on the po. I felt the seed of four men cascade out of my vagina and then my bottom exploded as if I had diarrhoea. People didn't usually do poo's in the chamberpot, not so soon after going to bed as the po would stink to high heaven by the morning on a hot night like this.

I cleaned myself up and then carried the potty down the stairs, it hadn't even crossed my mind to pull my night dress back on, so I was totally naked. I tiptoed down the stairs and as I passed Mr. And Mrs. Oldfield's room, the door was open enough for me to see in the room, the candle, well two candles were sputtering in the holders in front of the small mirrors on the wall, I saw Mrs. Oldfield sitting up in bed and looking towards her daughter's bed, I was curious, just in case Mr Oldfield was still down in the kitchen so I pushed the door open, Mr Oldfield was on top of Rebecca, he was grunting as he pounded his cock into his youngest daughter and Ruth, her older sister was sitting next to her father and sister, just watching the action between father and daughter.

I tiptoed the rest of the way down to the kitchen and out into the yard, the po looked like ten people had peed in it and even more had crapped in it too but it was mainly semen. I tipped the lot into the 'Night soil' barrel and then rinsed the po out from the bucket of water kept in the toilet stall and tipped that into the barrel as well, then I had to drop a little ash from the fire on top to kill the smell and I returned to the house. I realised that at least four men from the other houses in the court yard had been watching me in the yard in the nude but no one said anything.

I stopped off at the first landing on my way up and peeked in again, Mr Oldfield was now grunting on top of Ruth's body, it was Rebecca's turn to watch her father fuck her sister this time.

I wasn't woken up to help with breakfast on Tuesday morning, Ruth came up and woke her brothers and John and I to tell us that breakfast was ready. I let the boys go down ahead of me and John, we were both still totally naked and I had hoped for another turn at my husband's body before breakfast. As he fucked me, he asked me if anything had been said about another show for Herbert's friends. "Well, someone suggested that they'd pay well to see me with animals next week."

John's response was a little staccato as he was humping into me, "I'd ..... love ..... to ..... see .... that ..... too .... I'm .... sure ..... loads .... of ..... men ..... would ..... pay ..... to ...... watch .... that." I rocketed to a higher plane of orgasmic pleasure at my husband saying that, then when I came back down from the orgasm I asked, "Really, would you like to see me do it with an animal?" John finished spurting up into me before he answered, "Fuck yes, I'd love to see you getting dirty with an animal, what animals did they suggest?" "Pig, dog, donkey and horse!" "And? You mean or, surely?" I shook my head, "The man said all four, he said he could get all four for next Monday if I were willing!" "A donkey or a horse would ruin you, they'd stretch you wide open. But you are going to say yes aren't you?"

Now, if I had mentioned how much money I had earned the previous day I could have expected greed to drive my husband to say that but he still didn't realise that I had covered our outstanding debts with the Oldfield's, so he must have been genuine in saying that he'd love me to do it, love to watch me do it too.

As we walked into the kitchen Mr Oldfield said, "My god girl you're insatiable, don't you ever get enough sex?" John laughed and I did too, but I think my laughter was more from shame than the humour of it. 'Nice girls aren't supposed to like sex, and to be called insatiable was definitely not something for a girl to be proud of."

John and the boys all left for work in the glass factory, before they did, Mark handed his father a few bars of glass, mainly clear but a few that were brightly coloured too. So now I knew where Mr Oldfield got his raw material from. As soon as the boys had gone off to work, Herbert asked, "Well, have you thought anymore about next Monday?" I realised that the more warning Herbert could give his friends, the more notice he could give, the more men would come to watch but I didn't want to just hand things to him on a plate and I really wanted to make sure that John would be happy with my body if I was stretched so much by a horse's cock that he got the same feeling that Daniel had the previous night.

"I'm still thinking about it, I'm not sure that me doing all the actual 'entertaining' and the hard work and you getting fifty percent is the right way to go, I might just go down to the stables and find the guy who had the idea and see how much he would take of the money."

I had no real intention of looking for the stranger but I did want to shake Mr Oldfield out of his complacency a little. Herbert went up to his bedroom to start working on dolls eyes and I sat at the table and started sewing buttons onto cards, the four of us girls were just shooting the breeze and the conversation got round to Daniel and his problem over the slackness of a certain body part, the girls went further and mention bum-holes but their mother stopped them. Then she turned to me, stopped sewing buttons and said, "Didn't you mother ever teach you about the special exercise?" "What special exercise?"

There was silence for a few moments and then Mrs. Oldfield said, almost whispering, "On the night before I married Mr. Oldfield, my mother told me about the exercise that all married women should do to keep their husband's happy, especially after having a baby. Didn't your mother tell you? Really?" I shook my head, I didn't want to tell her that my mother had no idea that I was actually married to John, I guessed that she probably had some idea that I might be sexually active with him especially as my brother had spotted us in the act and he probably told everyone in a ten mile radius.

The secret turned out to be 'grasping the feather', a girl had to imagine that she had a bird's feather in her vagina and she had to imagine that it was slipping out and she had to grasp at it with her fanny muscles, not just once or twice but every waking minute of the day, whatever else she was doing, she would be working that muscle. Ruth said, "But if you want a faster reaction, you need to visit the midwife."

"Why, what can she do for me?" "Pills and potions, powders and ointments." Then Mrs. Oldfield said, "She can sell you some powder. I think it's called Alum and if you dust a little up your fanny, it clamps shut tighter than the hole that Daniel used last night." So now I had to try that as soon as possible. Ruth was told to take me round to see the midwife, a little misnomer really, she didn't so much deliver babies as usually helped a girl to prevent them. I was charged a farthing for a small packet of Alum, I noticed that she also had rubber hose but instead of a funnel it had a rubber bladder on it that could be filled with warm soapy liquid, in her line of work, it would have a thin glass tube that could be pushed right inside a girls womb and the warm soapy water would wash that unwanted baby right away. I spent a penny and brought one of her old, used bag and tube sets for just a penny.

It was close to lunch time when we got back and Rebecca was making the large pot of tea, I offered to take a cup up to Mr. Oldfield and the three Oldfield girls all looked at each other and smiled. Before I knocked on Herbert's bedroom door, I dusted a little Alum into my cunt and waited a moment; nothing seemed to happen, so I knocked the door and walked in. I handed Mr. Oldfield his tea and as I expected, he turned his blow lamp out and pushed me towards his bed, he didn't bother talking to me like he had the day before, he just pushed my skirt up and pulled his apron to the side.

Herbert banged the head of his cock against my cunt several times before he finally managed to get in; I was so tight that I screamed out loud in pain. Herbert fired his load up me in a flash, far faster than the day before, all because I was so tight. I took his empty cup down just five minutes after I took the full one up.

Mrs, Oldfield said, "Sounds like you used a little too much Alum and almost sealed the door shut tight." I'd need to practice the correct amount to use but now I had all the tools that I needed to repair any damage that larger cocks could inflict on a girl and also, I'd be able to easily clean myself out between sex sessions at home too.

The girls made lunch; it was a weak broth and what was left of the previous day's bread. Right on cue Mr. Oldfield came down to eat, I was a little surprised as he was wearing trousers and a shirt, not the usual thing if he planned to return to his glass eye manufacturing after lunch. He ate quickly and picked up his club that he found the day before to protect me in the barn, he held the round, heavy end of the club and used it like it were a walking stick.

As soon as the kitchen door closed, Mrs. Oldfield said, "That is a genuine African Knobkerrie, where the hell did he pick that up from?" I thought about it for a moment, then I said, "At the canal basin yesterday." Mr. Oldfield returned after an hour, he was a little rolling, rolling drunk that is, his wife told him to go and take a nap to get over the effect of the beer. Right behind Mr. Oldfield in the kitchen doorway were two men, both toffs, well dressed with silk top hats and kid gloves and silver topped walking canes.

Mr. Oldfield stumbled through the doorway and Mrs. Oldfield stopped the two men following her husband, "What do we have here then gentlemen?" Both men sounded slightly effeminate compared to Black Country Men but the upshot of it was that her husband was doing a little business with one of the gentlemen in a local tavern and he had mentioned that he had a daughter who would be willing to entertain the men for the afternoon.

Mrs. Oldfield took her hands off of her hips and gestured widely at the table where her daughters and I were busily sewing buttons onto white card. "Well, here they all are gentlemen, take your pick. Naturally, being the youngest by several years, the men chose me, "Show the gentlemen up to the top floor Victoria please!"

The men followed me up to my bedroom and as we all passed through the doorway I turned and asked, "Well, who will be first?" "Well, it's like this, do you see, your father implied that if we gave you six pennies, we might both lay with you together, at the same time as it were," I started to unbutton my blouse and then held out my hand and took the six pennies.

I untied the belt at the side of my skirt and it dropped to the floor, I kicked off my shoes and slipped onto the double bed, sliding right into the middle of the bed, the toffs undressed, even though it was a hot day they had so many clothes on I couldn't believe that one man could own so many clothes, never mind be wearing them all at the same time.

The men were in no hurry to mount me, they wanted to play and they wanted to talk. I didn't mind too much, I had several recent skills to fall back on, using my mouth on both men, not to get them off but to give them a little pleasure as we all played together. The man who had paid me when we first got in the room stumbled through a longwinded ramble, then he ended by saying, "I'll give you six more pennies if you let me do you in the back while my friend does your front."

Naturally, I took the pennies and then the other man lay on his back and I was told to lie on top of him, he eased his cock into my cunt, I was still tight from the Alum and he said, "Fuck me, I can't believe that you do this for a living, not being so tight," His legs were wide open and no matter how wide I stretched my legs open, I couldn't get them outside of his legs, so I brought my knees up and I had my feet pressing on his outer thighs and my knees up by his waist, I had seen professional jockeys in a similar position when they rode a race horse.

As the guy got into his stride inside my vagina, his friend eased his cock against my bum hole but he struggled at first to get in, then he spat on my bottom and tried again, his cock popped in, making me scream my head off, it hurt like hell having two men riding me at the same time but I put up with it and in moments both men shot off into me.

It took longer for the men to get dressed than it did for them to fuck me in the end but I did love watching them. I got a few ideas for new clothes from watching the posh men dress. I had learned at my mother's knee as a young girl so I knew how to make new clothes but thus far I had only stitched blouses, shirts, dresses, skirts, trousers and jackets. I made a little plan, with the money I had just earned I would buy some linen and try my hand at making some drawers for me to wear if I ever got round to performing again.

I followed the men down, at the first floor, Herbert staggered out and held out his hand, "Thrupence please." I counted three coins in my pocket so that Herbert wouldn't realise that I had a shilling and not just sixpence, then I handed the coins to him and he staggered back to his bed.

I went back to sewing buttons onto cards and at five o'clock a man knocked at the door, Ruth opened the door and the man asked if he could see Mr. Oldfield, Ruth's mother pushed in between the girl and the caller, "I'm sorry, my husband is busy and he won't be disturbed, it could ruin the eyes he is making. Could you call back after dinner?"

"No, I'm leaving for Stoke on Trent in a few minutes, could you give him a message though, he asked to rent four carts and a dozen long benches at the stables behind the canal basin, they'll all be there by noon next Monday if I get a shilling before Sunday evening." Mrs. Oldfield changed her stance a little, "Wait a moment, does it have to be cash? Can't we come to some kind of arrangement?" "What do you have in mind?" "Well, I have three girls here, you could take a turn at all three if you like, that would be worth a shilling."

The man thought for a moment, he rubbed the thin grey beard on his chin, then he said, "I don't want all three, but if I could take a girl for a night, from, say six o'clock on Friday evening to nine o'clock on Saturday morning, that would be worth a shilling." "That would be worth more than a shilling but okay, which girl?" The guy pointed at me, typically, he was over fifty but he wanted me, the youngest girl of the three of us. "She may not be available on Friday night, "Okay then, if she isn't," he pointed at Rebecca, "She'll do, I'll pick her up on Friday evening at six o'clock."

Well, Herbert and I hadn't discussed it, I hadn't actually agreed to do the animal show yet but he was already organising seating and things for the show. Then it dawned on me, the toffs that I had just taken for a shilling had also mentioned something about business with Mr. Oldfield, the man with the money was actually the owner of the stable block that we were had planned to use.

We all busied ourselves with collecting and heating water ready for the boys getting home from work, they all tumbled through the kitchen door in a rabble, as usual, all dirty from head to toe as usual. And as usual, Mr. Oldfield was the first into the bath, clean water being the privilege of the head of the house. I sat on John's knee as we watched the men of the Oldfield family being washed by the daughters of the house, John taking great delight in kissing me and fondling my body.

John pulled the bow at the side of my dress and slipped his hand down the waist and onto my bare fanny, when he found the man's sperm leaking out of my body he whispered in my ear, "Have you been busy with Mr. Oldfield?" "Not since before lunch, no." "Well then, who?" I slipped my hand down and on top of my husband's hand and I pushed his hand further under my body as I lifted my legs to allow easier access. When he felt similar dribbling coming out of my bottom, he eased a finger into my back hole, "What did you do?" I put my mouth to his ear and whispered, telling him all about the two men and what they had done to me.

I felt John's hardness pushing up at my bottom, he had become more than rampant on hearing what I had been doing with my afternoon, he turned his mouth to my ear, "Take my night shirt back to the room and bring me my clean shirt and trousers." I had to pull my husband's hand out of my skirt and tie the belt again, "Change into your dress, don't bother putting your chemise on under it."

I went to the bedroom and changed into my dress; I collected John's clothes and went back to the kitchen. Ruth and Rebecca were washing John when I walked back into kitchen, "What did you do to this poor man before you ran off, he was painfully hard for you!"

I stood and watched as the girls dried my husband from head to toe, even though they weren't actually having sex with my husband, I did enjoy watching them playing with his body, I could understand how John could lie there at night and watch as I entertained the Oldfield boys. I helped John to get dressed, he whispered that he was going to borrow some more money from Herbert but I stopped him, "I have a little money, how much did you need?" "Just a few pennies, that's all, I just wanted to take you out." "Then I have enough, you don't need to borrow from Mr. Oldfield."

We ate dinner quickly, the Oldfield boys wanted to come out with us but John wanted to take me out alone. Mark whispered the name of a tavern and where to find it, I heard the words, "That's the most fun around here."

John and I walked quite quickly, not quite as quickly as I had walked with Mr. Oldfield on Monday afternoon but still quickly, John seemed to know where he was going but it still took us thirty minutes to get to the tavern that John had in his mind. The room was quite large, long and thin with a bar at one end, John got a pitcher of ale and two glasses and we struggled to find seats, eventually John had to ask two soldiers who were sitting at a six seat table if we could join them.

The tavern was called the Rifle Butts and seemed to be about half full of soldiers, the room was dripping in testosterone from so many fighting men getting drunk and arguing with the men who weren't in uniform. The two men that we were sharing our table with weren't there to get drunk; they were just drinking steadily and chatting. Eventually they included John into the conversation, the bar had at one time in its past been a barracks for the adjacent army garrison one of the soldiers was from number one battalion and the tavern had been his battalion's sleeping quarters, the other soldier was from number two battalion and his barracks was literally just the other side of the wall but that was still inside the garrison fence.

"It's unusual for two soldiers from different battalions isn't it?" The soldiers laughed, "We lived on the same street before we took the king's shilling and we found ourselves just a wall apart for many years here in barracks." I noticed that Nathan, the soldier from the first battalion was looking at me rather a lot more than he had been before they started talking to John and he was also starting to pay me some compliments too, the other soldier's name was Ben, Ben asked me if I liked to dance, I laughed because there wasn't an inch of floor in the tavern that didn't have men drinking, fighting or arguing on it but I nodded my head, I even blushed slightly when I remembered the last time I danced and how many men watched as I did and why they were watching.

Ben turned to John, "They usually have a pianist playing at the Travellers Rest Hotel, it's a lot quieter than here, we can talk more easily and, if you like, we could have a dance." John said that it sounded like a good idea and he passes what was left of his ale around our four glasses and it was all quaffed quickly.

John and I walked along hand in hand following the two soldiers along the back streets and out onto the main road running between Birmingham and Coventry, it was still early enough to be very light, only around eight thirty, if we were back in court fifteen, we'd probably be close to going up to bed about that time of night, although there wouldn't have been any mention of sleep for at least two hours if the evening followed the pattern that we had started since being there with the Oldfield family.

John held us back a little so that we could talk as we walked along, "You didn't tell me that you'd agreed to do the animal show next Monday." "I haven't yet." "Well, there are going to be a lot of disappointed men around town, the Rifle Butts is two miles away from Inge Street and four miles away from the stables but every man in the place was talking about the show and wondering how the hell they can get off work to go along and watch you." "I think Mr Oldfield has jumped the gun a little, he's already organised the stables and even wagons and benches for men to sit on to get a better view." John laughed and then we walked faster to catch up with Ben and Nathan.

"I thought we'd lost you guys back there, it looked like you were changing your mind about the dance." John laughed and said, "No, we were just chatting about something that I'd heard about in the Rifle Butts back there." "Oh, the show that everyone is going on about next Monday?" John nodded his head, "Really, you told your wife about the show. Most men wouldn't even tell their wives that kind of thing even exists, never mind when and where it's going to happen."

We were led into the hotel and through the bar area, the bar was empty, Ben turned to John and said, "They charge a little more for the drink here, so not many men come in to drink, just to eat or dance." I was already looking in the grand ball room that crossed the end of the bar, twenty couples were dancing to a string quartet, I could also see into the dining room at the far end of the ball room, it would seem that the dancing couples all had tables in the dining room. I was already swaying to the music as I stood looking through the doorway.

Ben caught my hand, "We should take a table in here." He pulled me to a table at the side of the doorway, to me, it was the wrong side, if we sat on the other side of the bar area, we'd be able to see into the ballroom and watch the dancing couples.

Ben and Nathan went to the bar to fetch drinks; they had to ring a bell as there was no one serving in the bar as the room was totally empty. Ben called out, "Are you okay with ale Victoria or would you like a Gin or a Port or something else?" "Ale will be fine thanks." My foot was tapping to the music while we waited for Ben and Nathan to return. Nathan slid into his seat at the side of John and Ben put the pitcher of ail on the table but instead of sitting in his seat, he asked John if he minded Ben asking me to dance. John smiled and said, "No problem mate."

Ben and I walked through the open door and as he passed through it, Ben pushed the door closed. We began to dance and Ben moved his mouth close to my ear, "What would your husband say if he caught me trying to kiss you?" "I don't think he'd mind at all, he's a very friendly man." "Would you mind if I tried to kiss you?" "No, I wouldn't mind either; I'm a very friendly woman."

We were dancing around the room, Ben looked to make sure the door from the bar was still closed and then his lips covered mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. As Ben kissed me he began to run his hands up and down my body on the outside of my dress, I felt him smile against my mouth before breaking the kiss. "It feels to me like you're totally naked under that very thin dress." "I am." "Did your husband ask you to dress like that?" I nodded my head, "I always do things to please my husband."

We were still dancing and Ben's hand was on my bottom, gently squeezing my soft fleshy buttocks through my dress, the room erupted in applauds as the music ended, Ben and I looked a little out of place as we were still dancing to the memory of the now dead tune. We both laughed and we added our applause to the other dancers.

Ben guided me back to my husband but I didn't get to sit down, Nathan was waiting to take me out onto the dance floor, Ben whispered something into Nathan's ear, Nathan looked at me and then at my husband, a huge grin covering his face.

Nathan took me into the ballroom, again, the door to the bar was closed, Nathan didn't take me in a typical dance hold, his right hand went straight for my bottom and he was rubbing and squeezing my bum cheek before we had taken a single dance step.

"Ben thinks that if we ask John if we can take you up to one of the bedrooms upstairs, your husband would probably let us, what do you think?" "I have no idea, I'm not sure that he'd like me to be too far out of his sight though." "Do you think your husband would like to watch you in bed with another man?" I just shrugged my shoulders and as we danced, Nathan let my bum go and moved his right hand quickly between our bodies and grabbed a handful of my hairy mound through my dress. Nathan had expected me to slap his hand away but I just continued dancing.

The music ended again and the piano player announced a fifteen minute intermission as the dancers all clapped their hands. Nathan and I returned to our table in the bar, I sat with John while Nathan and Ben went to the bar for more drinks. The men brought another pitcher of ale and a large whiskey for John, there was a lot of friendly banter and when the music started again, Ben asked John if he was going to dance with me, "I'm not big on dancing and I can dance with my wife any time I want too, if you'd like to dance with her, feel free."

Ben took me back to the ball room but didn't stop to dance, at the end of the ball room was a small balcony, the hotel was built on a hill so at the back, there was about a ten foot difference in height with the surrounding land. We could still hear the music reasonable clearly and Ben started to dance in a fashion with me, his right hand went nowhere near my back though, he went straight for my pussy and as we rocked and swayed from side to side in time with the music he rubbed me hard, then he started to pull the front of my dress up.

Ben was looking all around to ensure we were still alone on the balcony and from time to time he kissed me, then he pushed me up against the wall, forced my legs apart and pushed his right hand right between my legs and began to work his fingers up into my body.

"So, you think your husband would like to watch two men fucking you?" I just shrugged my shoulders, "How about ten men?" I shrugged my shoulders again as Ben kissed me and found that magic spot that all girls love men to fine on her and I began to gasp for air as I started to climax.

"Your husband told you about the show with animals next week, do you think he'd like to watch you being fucked by a dog?" Now Ben pulled my right hand down the front of his trousers, he was rampant hard and I curled my fingers around his cock and let him hump against my hand. "Would you let me fuck you right here?" "I don't know, it isn't really very safe here is it?"

Ben moved his body away from mine and pulled the front of my dress higher, my body now totally exposed out on the balcony, Ben was looking all around to make sure no one had joined us out on the balcony especially as the music had stopped and the other dancers were all clapping the musicians. I even took over holding my dress up so that Ben could fondle my tits with his left hand while still frigging me with the fingers of his right hand.

"You don't care at all do you? You haven't even looked to see if we're alone have you?" "You are looking around; it doesn't take two to keep a look out." Ben laughed and then pulled the dress from my hand allowing it to fall down and cover my body again, then he pulled my hand out of his trousers. I was led back to the bar area and Ben guided me back to my seat. We arrived back about a half of the way through the tune that had started after Ben exposed my body.

I took a drink from my glass and as I did, Ben and Nathan were engaged in a whispered conversation. The new tune was starting, Nathan took my hand and we were out on the dance floor once again. Nathan started to dance with me, "When we've finished our ale, I was thinking of inviting you and your husband back to our barracks with us. I asked him outright if he had ever thought about putting you in with an animal, like a dog or a ram, he admitted that he'd love to see something like that, I had to press him but he finally agreed that he'd love to see you do it with an animal but he said that it would have to be your choice."

I let that sink in for a while as we danced; as the musicians were slowing down to signify the end of the tune was close, Nathan asked, "So, what's the answer? Would you be willing to come with us and try an animal?"

The music ended and we clapped the musician with the other dancers. Nathan began to guide me back to the bar area, so there it was, Mr Oldfield had mentioned me doing animal sex just the day before and I had thought that I wouldn't have a problem with doing it but it was going to be a week away, now I was on the cusp, all I had to do was say yes or no.

Nathan took me back to my seat and then he asked Ben to join him at the bar, my heart quickened in panic, I hadn't answered one way or the other but if the soldiers were buying more ale, that probably meant that he had taken my silence as a no.

"Nathan wants to take me, well, us, to their barracks so that I can have sex with an animal, what do you think?" "He told me too, I said it was up to you." "Do you want to watch me with an animal?" "I told you already, I'd love to watch you with an animal." "So, shall I say yes?" John smiled and nodded his head eagerly.

Ben and Nathan returned with several bottles of Gin, it was the cheapest of all the spirits that you could buy at that time. "Well, are we all going for a walk?" I nodded my head and we all left the hotel to the sounds of a waltz.

John and I were told to follow Ben and Nathan a little way behind them, at the gates to the garrison Nathan chatted to the guard and after a long discussion; he gave the man a bottle of Gin and beckoned to John and I to join them. At the door of the barracks we were again told to wait, then we were invited into the room, ten single beds, lined up, five on each side of the room. When the men saw me they cheered but Ben and Nathan shushed them to keep them quiet, well, relatively quiet. Ben and Nathan went around the men talking to each one in turn.

"Right, five want to see you with a dog and six want to see you with the company mascot, John, which would you prefer to see your wife with?" I could see that John was in a quandary, he was being given the casting vote as to which animal I had sex with, the dog or the ram. I could see that he wouldn't really want to make the choice; if I had a bad time with the animal then I could blame my husband, so I decided to take that choice away from him. "Does it have to be one or the other?" The men in the barracks cheered once again, Ben told one of the other soldiers to go and fetch the ram and Ben went off to find one of the guard dogs that he could bring over.

While we were waiting for the animals to be brought in, I was passed around the men in the barracks, I was stripped naked and had to take the cocks of every man in my hand, I gave each and every man a little rub, not enough to make them cum but enough to make them happy.

Ben was the first to return, he had a massive dog with a fox like face but the dog stood about eight or nine hands high at the shoulder. I was pulled onto the floor on my back and the dog pulled over, its face pushed between my legs and it was certainly interested enough in me to lick my cunt wildly for a full five minutes, giving me several orgasms as it did. I kept my eyes on my husband's face, just to see if there were any signs that he wasn't enjoying himself or looked uncomfortable with what I was doing. All I saw though was intense concentration and a look of sheer pleasure and pride.

A faceless voice in the crowd watching the dog licking my cunt out said, "The dog has given her so much pleasure with its tongue, she should at least reciprocate!" There was a burble of agreement from the rest of the men, a three legged stool was pushed into the middle of the room, close to my hip, then one of the men pulled the dog's head away from my pussy and pulled the dog up so that its front paws were on top of the stool.

I got the message and looked at John again, he just smiled at me and nodded his head. I reached under the dog and took a hold of its cock sheath. The dog had to be held in place by one of the soldiers, so he got a very good view of what I was doing. Before I could pull back the sheath the door opened and the ram was brought in, "Tether him in the corner, you're just in time."

The men had assumed that the dog licking my cunt was a sexual thing for the dog, I can tell you that it wasn't, as soon as I pulled back on the dog's sheath, I knew that the dog was totally sexually cold, not for long though, as soon as I pulled the skin back the dog's cock started to grow in my hand.

The men were whispering "Suck it, suck it," over and over again, almost as a chant, I took a deep breath and leaned my head in under the dog and slipped my mouth over the tip of the dog's cock. Nature being what it is, as soon as the dog felt my lips around it's cock it began to hump and its cock doubled in length as well as thickness.

I was still holding the sheath out of the way with my hand as the dog fucked my mouth, I felt the dog's knot pass under my hand and out into the real world so I guessed that the dog was as big as it was going to get, he was humping my mouth wildly now, I knew the mechanics of these things, the dog humps into the bitch with great speed and aggression until the knot passes into her vagina, then the dog slows and just delivers his seed in slow pumping movements as they are locked together for twenty minutes or so.

Ben reached under the dog and took my hand from the dog's sheath and moved it over the dog's knot, he whispered in my ear, "Hold it tightly but don't squeeze too hard." As soon as I took tight hold of the knot the dog stopped humping wildly and just eased his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, within a second, spunk began to spurt, slowly at first and then like a hose pipe. I swallowed as fast as I could but there was such a great volume that it was running down my nose and dribbling past mu lips and onto the barracks floor.

Dog's spunk was far thinner than a man's and wasn't quite so bitter or salty, it was almost a pleasure to taste it compared to a man's seed. The dog pulled away from me and ran under the beds to curl up on the floor and lick its cock clean. There was a discussion about the ram, I got the general consensus of opinion that the ram should get sucked off while the dog recovered and then the dog should be brought back in and allowed to cover me properly.

I was given a drink of Gin and the ram was brought in and placed in the same position that the dog had been in, only difference was it took two men to hold the ram in place. As soon as I started to work the ram's cock with my hand it started to stomp on the top of the stool with its front hooves. The men began to chant, "Suck it, suck it," again and once again I leaned my head in and began to suck the ram's cock. I had never had anything to do with rams before so I had no idea what to expect from its cock or how it fucked but what I did know was that one ram could cover a hundred ewes in a single night. It was all over in a flash, the ram just shot about a teaspoon of juice into my mouth and it was finished, well, I say that, but because I didn't pull my face away after the ram shot off, it just started all over again and before I realise what was going on, the ram fired off again.

I was about to pull away but I was pulled up onto my knees and one of the soldiers fucked me from behind, in my cunt though thankfully as his cock was huge and while he filled my cunt with his thick spunk the ram fired off another teaspoon full into my mouth. My hole was vacated and again I was stopped from getting out from under the ram as the dog was encouraged to clean out my vagina and as the dog licked me clean the ram delivered two more loads into my mouth.

The men got together and discussed what to do or how to set up for the actual act, then the ram was pulled off the stool and I was positioned so that my belly was on the stool that the Ram had just vacated., the dog jumped on my back but before it could make contact the ram attacked and butted the dog out of the way.

One of the soldiers took a blanket and folded it over several times, then he held it over my back, just in time as the ram jumped up onto my back, the ram located my cunt in a second and began humping into me. Almost before the ram started it had stopped, I just felt the little jet as the ram shot off, the soldier holding the blanket in place to protect my back dropped the flap in front of his trousers and stuck his dick in my mouth, then the ram started fucking again, and again, within a few seconds I felt the jet as another teaspoon of seed was delivered.

I sucked the soldier until he filled my mouth with his sperm, then one of the soldiers mentioned that in the field a ewe would stand still until the ram fired his salvo and then the ewe would run away and the ram would start all over again. The men were in no rush to pull the ram off of me, they were loving every second of the ram pounding into me over and over again, pounding into me and stomping on my back.

Someone mentioned that John and I had to be off the camp before the guard changed at midnight, so if they wanted the dog to have some action, they had to start it off right away. The Ram was pulled off of my back just as it fired off again, this time, not actually in me but across the room, way across the room.

The dog rushed in as soon as the ram was moved away and the dog began licking at my cunt once again. A new soldier moved into position in front of me and patted my back so that the dog would mount me. As soon as it did I cried out in pain, the side claws on its front legs dug in as the dog gasped me and started stabbing his cock around my bum, I took the soldier in my mouth and another soldier helped the dog to find my pussy. The dog and the ram were as different as chalk and cheese, where the ram was all about being over in a flash and in theory moving on, the dog took an eternity to actually get its knot engaged and until it did, it just humped in and out about a thousand times a minute.

I sucked three soldiers off before the dog got its knot fully engaged and another as the dog humped until it climaxed into me, there was another difference, the ram just fired off a tiny amount each time, the dog seemed to cum a gallon each time.

When the dog was finally finished and was trying to pull its cock out and couldn't, I sucked the rest of the guys off while I waited for the dog to shrink down enough to slip out. Each soldier that I sucked after the dog had fired off had to hold the dog in place and pass the job on to the next man.

John and I left a very happy platoon of men and an even happier dog and ram. It was just before midnight as we walked through the gates of the camp, arm in arm and headed back to Inge Street, John was very animated about watching me with the animals, replaying what he had seen over and over again as we walked along, the animals and the fact that I had also sucked the cock's of eleven men as well, "Hopefully the Oldfield boys will wake up when we get home and want to fuck you as well before we go to sleep." "Just remember, you'll be working around molten glass at seven o'clock in the morning." Before we got to Inge Street I asked John, "Did the soldiers give you anything?" John grinned and nodded his head, then he produced an unopened bottle of Gin, "They insisted I take it or there would have been fighting over who in the barracks got it." I was so pleased that, even though he could have asked the men for money for me having sex with them, as Mr Oldfield would have done, he hadn't, he had just accepted a gift of friendship from the group of men.

So as well as a very happy platoon of soldiers, guard dog and company mascot, I also had a very happy husband as well.

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