Author's Note: Stories on this site may contain fiction of an adult nature. They may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The stories are meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act. First published: 14 May 2014 New Kid on the Block by Isabella Story code: m/g, m+/g, m/F, M/F, Shared Wife, voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public nudity I spent the first ten and a half years of my life living in the wilds of Yorkshire; my parents had a sheep farm way out on the Yorkshire Moors. We were the only people living in a five square mile area called Bilsdale West Moor; probably the bleakest area in the whole of England and the nearest public road was more than a mile away from us. Because of our remoteness I had to be home schooled, well, not exactly home schooled as in my parents teaching me my lessons at home, neither my mother nor my father were clever enough for that. My school term arrived in a box a week before term began for kids in the towns and villages, I received around thirty video cassettes and a pile of work books and text books and to talk to my teacher I had to use a shortwave radio, just like the kids on sheep farms in the Australian outback had done for years. Just before my eleventh birthday, we'd had a good spring lambing and the sheering had just finished, and my father sat down with my mother and me just after dinner and opened his accounts book on the table. He had bad news to deliver, I knew things were bad with our kind of farming just because we were so far away from our markets but didn't know the full extent. We had a thousand sheep and two rams, my father turned the book to me, it had cost one pound fifty pence to shear each ewe and the fleeces only fetched ninety pence each. The price we were getting for our spring lambs was on a five year low and the cost of getting the lambs to market was twenty percent higher than the year before. The fact that we were broke and that it was getting worse year on year wasn't the bad news that my father was beating around the bush to try and tell us, or rather me, the real bad news was that after the farm being in our family for three hundred years, he was about to sell up and get a job in a large town in the south. For most kids it would have been the end of their world, moving hundreds of miles away from their friends but for me, that wasn't the case, I'd only met the thirty other kids in my class a hand full of times when we did end of term assessments in an educational centre in York and the end of year SAT's tests. It took a few months for everything to happen; my dad got a job in a cardboard box factory in Wellingborough and rented us a flat on Priory Road, we moved down finally just a few days before the schools in Wellingborough broke up for the long summer holidays, just in time for me to sit yet another SAT test to see which school I'd be placed in after the holidays ended. My dad started work as early as he liked in the mornings as a farmer but in the factory he was tied to a strict eight o'clock start and on the farm he would have to work until everything was done and then finish, in the factory, at five o'clock in the evening, unless he was asked to work overtime that is. My mother would usually just look after the animals around the farm house and the vegetable garden, we had kept a few pigs for bacon and pork as well as a few dozen chickens for eggs and of course we had two cows for milk and to produce calves that we could fatten over the summer and then stick in the freezer to provide us with beef for the rest of the year. But here in Wellingborough my mother would need to find work and she left the flat shortly after my father went to work so she could try and find a job. I was very used to looking after myself in the country, I often spent all day out on the moors while my mother and father were busy and at the back of Priory Road was the nearest Wellingborough had to countryside, a huge grassy area called Croyland Park. I slipped a white cotton t-shirt on and white cotton shorts and as I was planning on walking a little way, I wore my walking boots, I did have to smile at myself as I looked in the mirror, I looked like one of those milk ice lollies, my legs were the wooden stick and the huge walking boots the giant persons hand who was about to eat the lolly. I got on the park at nine o'clock and kids were starting to gather by the sports arena, it was starting to look like it was going to be a very warm day. I didn't walk as I had intended to do, in my mind I was going to try and get to know the area as well as I knew the moors around my old house but seeing the other kids in the distance I changed my mind. I walked over to them, I have to say that I was a little disappointed that the only kids I could see were all boys, I even stopped one boy heading for the group carrying a rugby ball under his arm, "Hey, where are all the girls?" The boy laughed, "Girl's mothers don't let them out on their own, well, usually not anyway, how did you escape?" I didn't understand what he was going on about so I just walked on and left him laughing at me behind my back. When the boy with the rugby ball joined the group it made nineteen boys in total, I was just walking on slowly, kicking my heels in the dust when one of the boys ran over to me, "Hey, you're new round here aren't you?" "Yes!" "We need an extra player; we're going to play rugby, just ten a side unless more players come along." "It's the wrong time of the year for rugby, it's cricket season now." "Cricket is too gay for us to play, we just mess around with a little rugby, touch rugby usually." "But there aren't any rugby posts, just the football goals." "Yes, well, like I said, we just mess about at rugby, we usually use the football pitch and the football goals as rugby posts, causes a few arguments but that don't matter to us too much." I was kind of flattered and surprised that the boys wanted me to play touch rugby with them. So I stopped and turned back to the group of boys. The boy who had brought the ball was definitely the 'alpha-male' of the group, the lead ram so to speak, on the farm we always used two rams to service our thousand sheep, the rams were changed every year to prevent the father servicing his own daughter the next year and every time one ram would cover six hundred to seven hundred head and the other did the rest and we always called him the 'beta-male'. My father had tried three rams one year, the third ram only covered a few ewes, if he tried to get close to more the alpha and beta rams chased him off, it was as if the two dominant rams had come to some kind of agreement as to who would servoce the lion's share of the flock. There was also a beta-male in the group of boys; they took turns in picking the players for their team, naturally, I was the last one to be picked, I didn't mind that so much, I had watched the game on TV a few times but I'd never played, it did bother me slightly that as I was picked last it meant that I would probably be on the losing side. I was loosely introduced to all of the nineteen other players, not that I would stand a chance of remembering any of their names, I did make a note of both team captains' names, Paul, the alpha-male and Gary the beta, I told them that my name was Vicky. "Right, as Vicky is the 'new boy', she can call for ends!" A coin was flipped in the air amd I called heads, the coin was caught in flight and slammed down on Paul's arm, he lifted his hand and showed everyone the coin had landed heads up. "Right Vicky, your choice of ends." "How long are we playing?" "We usually play fifteen minutes each way." I looked over the pitch, as usual for parkland pitches there was a slight incline, I pointed to the downhill goal, "We'll defend that end first." There were quite a few adverse comments about my choosing to play up hill for the first half but Paul looked impressed by my choice. "Right, we need to play skins versus shirts as we all have different coloured tops on, Vicky can call, if she wins, her team will play in their shirts, if she loses, they play as skins.," I wanted to say that as I was the only girl there my team should play in their shirts but I didn't think that during our first interaction I should come over as a winey pampered girl, I'd won one coin toss, I could definitely win another, so I said, "Okay!" As the coin was in the air I called out "Tails," this time as Paul snatched the coin out of the air and slammed it down on his forearm he looked and said, "Heads it is." This time Paul only showed the coin to a few boys in his team before he slipped it in his pocket. "Right Gary, your team are all playing as skins." I looked around as all of my team mates stripped their shirts off quickly and then thirty eight eyes were all fixed on me. It did cross my mind that I might just have been set up; it seemed like the boys never got to play out with girls in Wellingborough and they knew that I was a new girl up, or rather down from the country. 'What the hell,' went through my mind, I was wearing a bra under my t-shirt after all, the boys wouldn't see anything more than they would see if I was wearing a bikini at the swimming pool or at the beach, so I turned my back and stripped my top off. I looked down at my bra cups, the bra was a little on the big side for me, I didn't have very big boobs, in fact the last boy that Paul picked to play on his team looked like he could actually have bigger breasts than me under his t-shirt, and I really wished I'd put on a newer bra, my supposedly white cotton bra was definitely more grey than white. I just said, 'What the hell,' to myself again, turned to face the boys and said, "What position shall I play in?" I was put as a defender, told to hang back and tackle anybody wearing a shirt that had the ball in our half of the field. I took my place and Paul kicked the ball into play, I thought that the aim of the starting kick was to put the ball ten meters forward, preferably into an empty area of the field so there was the chance at least of the kicking team recovering the ball. Paul obviously didn't see the game the same way as I did because he kicked the ball at least thirty meters, straight at me. I grabbed the ball, tucked it under my arm and ran up the slight hill. I slipped the ball back to one of my team mates just as Paul and one of his team tackled me to the floor. Well, I'd never seen tackling quite like the way the boys did to me, I was pinned down far longer than was necessary and hands were placed in three rather inappropriate places. My team did rather well as they were one man up because there were two players still on the floor on top of me. The ball was a few yards away from the touch line when my team mate was brought down and lost the ball forward and I managed to finally push Paul and the other boy off of me. "I thought we were playing touch rugby!" Paul burst out laughing, "Well, we're playing rugby and we both touched you!" As Paul dusted the grass off of his shorts I noticed that he had, well, let's just say, if he were one of my old rams, the ewes would have to look out for sure! Because the ball had been lost forward we had to scrum down at the five yard line. Usually a scrum would consist of eight players but as we were only ten anyway we couldn't have eight in the scrum, as I dusted myself off the boys were all engaged in a discussion, Paul made the final decision, "Three in the front row and two in the back!" Gary called me up the field, "We can't afford to have you permanently back in our own half, come up here and get in the middle of the front row." Okay, okay, I got the picture, me in the middle of the front row would give the other nine in the scrum the perfect excuse to grope me, the choice was mine, I could play on and make friends with the boys, very good friends, or I could get the hump, pull my shirt back on and go and explore the area like I had planned when I started out from home. I took my place in the front of the scrum, someone called bind, as my team weren't wearing shirts it meant that the binding was a little academical, the two boys behind me grabbed a hold on my shorts and my head crashed into Paul's shoulder. As the ball was pushed in and we all started to challenge for it with our feet, the nine boys were at a definite disadvantage wearing trainers while I had heavy fell walking boots on. Paul's hands were pulling at my bra, before the ball came back out into play Paul had exposed both of my breasts and the boys behind me had pulled my shorts down so my knickers were on display. I didn't make a big thing about what the boys were doing, their minds weren't really into what they were doing with the ball and I managed to beat them to the ball and I managed to flip it out to one of my team mates. As the scrum broke apart everyone but the ball carrier were looking at me as I pushed my breasts back onto my bra before pulling my shorts up and we scored the first try of the match. Paul came over to me and slapped my back, "You did well there mate and your team scored its first try ever, I'm going to have to tell my team to stop fucking about and watch you like a hawk." The rest of the first half was frenetic; my team mates were all knackered from running up hill for fifteen minutes but we didn't allow Paul's team to score a single point. There was no break at half time, we simply swapped ends and I took the starting kick for our team, it was textbook rugby starting kick, I sent the ball arching upwards from my dropkick, it went forward at least ten yards and diagonally close to the touchline which was, surprise, surprise, empty of opposition players. Our winger caught the ball on the run and danced his way down the hill to score a touchdown. I was asked to take the conversion and took our score to twelve nil. We found it really easy to play the second half, all of our play was downhill and after the fifteen minutes we'd scored another touchdown that I failed to convert so the final score was seventeen to nil. Paul came over to me and shook my hand, "I should kill you really, Gary's team has never beat my team before, Gary isn't smart enough to play uphill for the first half and he never plays people in their best positions." I picked up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, Paul was just standing there looking a little lost, he was rocking from side to side and twisting his upper body from side to side as he watched some of the other boys walking off towards the park's exits, Gary was looking very sheepish as well, and believe me, after living with sheep for ten and a half years I knew sheepish! Gary seemed to be urging Paul on, willing Paul to say something; it was like they had formulated a plan some long time ago that was just waiting for a willing girl to come along so they could put their plan into practice. "You have to go straight home?" "Do I?" "I mean, do you have to go straight home?" "No, I can be out all day if I like." Paul swivelled his upper body away from me again and looked over at Gary, Gary was nodding his head, encouraging Paul to go on. "We have this place, we go there sometimes, it's over at Wilby, kind of like an old manor house, was a big posh place in the olden days, you could come with us, you know, like us showing you around, if you like that is!" Well, I had left home that morning to take a look around my new patch, so why not let Paul show me around some of it? As we set off, Paul and me out in front, Gary next and three other boys following on behind Gary. I had never played with boys before but I had done a lot of reading and this was starting to look like a clear example of five boys looking to act out a fantasy with one green hick girl fresh from the bog. I whispered in Paul's ear, "I'm not doing anything with all five of you!" Paul looked very disappointed, the compass in his shorts that was pointing the way we were walking suddenly deflated and he dropped back to Gary and the other three, there was a bit of a discussion while I waited twenty yards ahead of them kicking at stones in the grass. Paul came back to my side and whispered in my ear, "What about Gary? You know, he is my best friend and, well, he kind of had the idea of using the old Manor House in the first place." I thought about it for a few minutes, I kind of really liked Paul, he was after all the leader of the pack, if he tried it on with me I'd be happy with that, I looked at Gary again, I had played on his team, he did give me the chance to play more than just a defender's role. "Gary's okay, Gary and you but that's all!" Paul returned to the four, another discussion and he returned to me, "The other's aren't happy, if they can't come with us and at least watch, they say they'll tell the owner that we're in the old house's grounds. The place is owned by the farmer next door to the old Manor." I had to weigh things up some more, now I was in a quandary, going to 'play' in a derelict house was one thing, I did it all the time out on the moors, there were dozens of derelict farmsteads all over the moors, but no one owned them and there was no one right next door to take exception to me being there. I was about to turn and walk away, back in the direction of home, Paul grabbed my arm, "Please, please come with us, the others won't try anything; all they want to do is watch!" I let Paul stop me, then I let him kiss me, that was a really big deal for me, the first boy to ever kiss me that wasn't a relative. Paul put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me back in the direction of the gate out onto Main Road. Gary caught us up, he had a Cheshire cat grin on his face, it was like me just walking with them had been a prize for Gary, I looked over my shoulder, the other three boys all looked like they had swallowed a wasp or something. It was about a half mile walk from where we were playing rugby to the hole through the wall of the big house, inside the wall, what had once been a very expensive and well-manicured garden was now mainly a bramble patch. One small area had been cleared of overgrowth and not by Paul and his friends either; someone had been along with tools and carefully cut out a small 'den'. There was a marble plinth in its side, the kind that would have held a statue one hundred years ago. As Paul guided me to sit on the fallen plinth I said, "Pity the statue has gone, I bet it was impressive!" I had said it more out of nervousness than any real desire to look at a marble statue; they were usually all statues of women from the books that I had seen and usually women with bits missing. Paul was pulling my t-shirt off over my head and I was looking at the other four nervously, as Paul started to work on my bra's clasp I tried to stop him. "Let me undress you and I'll show you where the statue from this plinth got to." I laughed, like, as if I was really interested in seeing a statue of a naked woman but my laughing helped me to relax a little. I wasn't worried about being naked outside, back on the farm, on hot sunny days; me, my mum and dad often went around naked all day, inside the house as well as out. It didn't really matter on the farm though, there were no other people around to see us, the thing that bothered me was the three boys that I wasn't interested in. I whispered, "Make the others stand back a bit first!" Paul got Gary and the other three to go right to the edge of the cleared area and I let him unfasten my bra and take it off. Paul pulled me to my feet and started to push my shorts down; I got another bout of nerves and couldn't stop myself from talking. "Have you done this very often before?" Paul had my shorts around my knees and was bending down to push them all the way to the floor. Paul stopped for a moment, he kept bending over, deliberately not looking up at my face, "No, I've never done it before but don't tell anyone else, I brag a little too much that I've done loads if girls in the past." My shorts were pushed down around my ankles and Paul tapped my left leg so I'd lift my foot off of the floor, he moved that half of my shorts and then tapped my other leg and as I lifted my other foot off of the floor my shorts were picked up and draped over the fallen plinth. Paul stepped in to kiss me and began rubbing his hands all over my body, we locked together in a kiss that lasted for five minutes and when we finally separated Paul asked me, "What about you? How many times have you done it?" I shook my head, "Never, not yet." "Are you sure that I can do it still?" I nodded my head. As Paul started to push my panties down I stopped him again, I looked past him to the four boys looking very excited standing just a few feet away, "How old are you Paul?" "I'm fifteen." 'Should I tell him how old I am?' ran through my mind, then I came to my answer, 'only if he asks me!' "How old are they?" "Gary is fourteen and the others are all thirteen." Paul carried on pushing my knickers down so I was standing there in front of five teenage boys, stark naked apart from huge boots on my feet. I was wondering why Paul was still fully dressed if he was going to do to me what I expected we'd gone there to do but either way, I was there and I was ready for whatever was going to happen. "Hey, look over there, that's where the statue went!" One of the thirteen year old boys broke the spell just as Paul's lips were pressing into mine and his fingers were rubbing down over the few hairs covering my pussy mound. We all looked where the boy was pointing, I couldn't really make it out but as Gary stamped down the saplings and brambles the statue resolved itself into view and I was wrong, I was very wrong about the sex of the statue. Laying on its back was a brilliant white marble statue of an adolescent boy and unlike the few pictures of statues that I'd seen in books, this boy didn't have a fig leaf hiding his modesty or a rough space where the Pope had de-nobbed most of the male statues in the world. The marble boy laying on his back had certainly got a well-proportioned cock standing out from his body. Paul whispered for me to go and touch the statue's cock. It meant going closer to the other four boys while I was in the nude but Paul didn't seem to be in any hurry to get on with what he'd taken me there for so I went over and touched the fallen boy's phallus. It was surprisingly realistic to the touch if very cold, rock hard and a little dirty. Paul got out his handkerchief and poured a little water onto it from his reusable plastic drinking water bottle, then he handed it to me, "Clean it with this!" I took the soaking wet hanky from him and wrapped it around the fake cock, then I curled my fingers around the phallus and began to wank the statue off through the wet cloth. I looked first into Paul's eyes as I rubbed enthusiastically and then at the front of his shorts, he was standing well to attention and grinning at me, "Is it nice and clean now?" I lifted the hanky and looked, checked the cock all over carefully before nodding my head, I looked back at Paul, his grin was much wider now, "Well, if you've made him nice and clean and nice and hard, why don't you fuck him for us? Put on a show that we can all watch!" I thought that Paul was joking but as he pushed my face down towards the statue's cock he said, "Suck his cock first." I opened my mouth and let Paul push my face against the fake cock, it dawned on me that of all the mammals in the world, the human was the only animal that seemed to derive any pleasure from oral sex, though I wasn't sure that the statue would derive any pleasure from my sucking its stone cock for it. Paul only made me suck the cock for a few moments before he asked me how far I could get the cock into my mouth. I got it a long way in before I began to gag as it hit the back of my throat. "Okay, fuck him now!" Paul pulled my head away from the statue's cock and turned me so that I was straddling the statue's body, Paul aimed my lower body with a degree of precision before pushing me down hard onto the fake cock. I cried out in pain as my body was invaded by the stone dick, I had to stop several times as the pain got the better of me a few times, after I was all the way down with my bottom pressing against the statue's balls, Paul made me start to fuck the sculpture properly. Five teenage boys all stood with their mouths wide open as I fucked the stone boy until I gave myself a mind-bending orgasm. As I was pulled up from the fake cock and it made a very wet sounding 'plop' as it left my fanny there was a gasp from all five boys at the sight of the statues blood covered cock. I knew from biology lessons and my favourite occupation, watching the one year old ewes being put to the rams for the first time, that some ewes bleed a lot on their first outing and some ewes didn't bleed at all that you could see. Mind you, I had my suspicions that my dad may have had a hand in some of the one year old ewes who didn't bleed, if you know what I mean, so, unlike the boys, I wasn't at all surprised to see my blood all over the fake cock and the statue's balls. I used Paul's wet handkerchief to wipe the blood away from between my thighs and walked back to the fallen marble plinth, I moved my clothes over so I didn't mess them up and sat on the cold marble and looked over my shoulder at Paul and the other four who were all still looking at the blood soaked marble cock. The boys were starting to get very silly now, not what I'd expected when I allowed Paul to persuade me to go with them to the old house. They had started to horse around and were punching each other playfully and calling each other names, then Paul dared one of the other boys to taste my blood on the fake cock, not one of them was willing to try it, even when Paul made a clucking sound and called them all chickens. Then Paul had another idea and dared Gary to lick my box out. Gary had a very mischievous look on his face as he approached me; I even lifted one leg and put one foot up on the plinth at my side to open myself up for him. Gary got on his knees in front of me and he lifted my other foot off of the floor causing me to fall backwards slightly until I put my arms out behind me to stop myself falling backwards further then Gary started licking between my legs. The other four closed in and two of the boys that I didn't really want to get involved started to fondle my breasts and kiss me on my lips as well as my breasts. Paul was looking very much like he was regretting letting Gary take the lead on my sexual education and it sure felt to me like Gary wasn't as inexperienced as Paul seemed to be. Whenever the two boys sucking on my tits moved out of the way I looked down at Gary there was blood on the tip of his nose and all over his chin, he was alternating between pushing his tongue as far up my pussy hole as he could and using the tip of his tongue to massage my magic button rapidly. One of the boys blocked my view again and the next time I could look down at Gary he had his shorts and underpants pushed down past his knees and was rubbing his cock with his hand to get it fully erect while still delivering pleasure with his mouth to my cunt. Gary suddenly straightened his legs, he almost sprang off the ground he shot up so quickly, he caught the two boys playing with my breasts with his shoulders and pushed them aside and without stopping to take aim his cock was in my cunt like a ferret up a drain pipe. Gary's hips were pumping about as fast as a ram would hump into a ewe but where a ram would drop a ewe's back after just fifteen to twenty seconds, Gary was pumping into me far longer than fifteen seconds. Paul said "Don't...." As a guess, Paul was trying to tell Gary not to cum in me but he stopped mid-sentence because he was too late, Gary had already fallen against my body gasping for air and grunting as his body spasmed uncontrollably as he delivered his package, wiping my own blood from his face over my breasts in the process. My eyes flicked over to Paul, he wasn't used to coming second to anyone else and he certainly didn't like the idea of cuming to sloppy seconds, he looked mad as hell and, even though he had a huge erection, he still stormed off in the direction of the hole in the wall. Gary let his cock slip out of my hole and I looked down between my legs, gloop's of semen and clots of dried blood were falling out of my body like a small waterfall. "I don't think I've ever shot such a huge load up a girl before, you were really great Vicky, thanks for letting me do it to you." "You've done this before?" "Yes, tons of times!" "Like, just as a guess, how many girls have you done before?" "About twenty or twenty-five, why do you think the local mums won't let their daughters come out to play with us anymore?" "What about Paul, how many girls has he been with?" "Well, he says he's fucked hundreds but I've never seen him do anyone, he's either shy or still a virgin!" Gary moved to one side and the boy who had been fondling my right breast took his place between my legs. "Robert doesn't mind taking my sloppy seconds; he's followed me in about ten times so far." Part of me wanted to push Robert away but I had agreed to have sex with two boys, I had intended it to be Paul first and then Gary but Paul had acted like a pratt and stormed off in a mood, so one boy that I didn't know or another, it was no skin off my nose. Even though the marble plinth was 'stone cold' I just lay back across it and let Robert stand between my legs and service me or rather serve himself as I could hardly feel anything because of all the lubrication left behind by Gary. I didn't really register that Robert dropped his load up my cunt, I just lay there as the riders changed over and a third boy humped me for two minutes followed by the fourth. There was nothing to use to mop up four loads of semen from my cunt but my own panties and they weren't overly large so they were really crap at soaking up the mess. I sat there still totally naked for ages trying to, kind of, drip dry in the noon-day sun. The three other boys drifted away but Gary stayed with me even though I wasn't being very communicative with him. I wasn't really pissed off with Gary, I was really pissed off with myself for letting four boys fuck me, well, really pissed off with myself for losing my virginity in the way that I did, fucking a lump of stone in front of five boys. Well, actually, of the five cocks I had up my cunt, the statue gave me the bigger of the climaxes, Gary's mouth came second and his cock only third. "You don't have to stay with me; you can go if you like." Gary laughed; "My mum and dad are out at work, mum won't be home until five and dad gets home about six o'clock tonight, I don't have anywhere to go, what about you?" I looked at Gary's face for the first time since he had licked my bloody cunt out; there was blood on the tip of his nose, blood all around his mouth and all over his chin. "Wasn't it disgusting to lick me out like that?" "No, I've licked girls out before when they were on the rag and didn't want me to fuck them, after a good licking they usually give in and let me fuck them." I found Paul's still wet hanky and dirty as it was, I still managed to find a corner of it that was clean enough to wipe his face clean for him. "My cock could do with cleaning too but I'd prefer it if you didn't use Paul's snot rag." "What do you mean?" "Well, you sucked the rock-cock after Paul made you, you could do the same for me!" Gary pulled the front of his shorts down and there was dried blood all over the front of his underpants off of his cock and balls but there was still some blood over his cock. He stepped out of his shorts and underpants, handed me his pants and said, "Here, use these to mop up between your legs, I can't take them home anyway, my mum would kill me if she found blood stained underpants." I squatted down in front of Gary and took his cock in my mouth, I remembered the wonderful feeling that Gary had given me with his mouth and so I wanted to try and do the same for him. He stopped me going for gold though, "Just lick me clean all over, cock and balls as well." I did the best job I could cleaning Gary's cock, it felt really strange to have one in my mouth and very weird licking all over his balls. "Is there anyone at your house?" "We live in a flat; I don't know if my mum is back yet or not." "Can we go and see?" "Okay." We both dressed and headed back towards Priory Road and as we slipped out of the hole in the wall from the old house I asked, "When you fucked me, you didn't kiss me, why not?" "I'm different to most boys; they want to kiss and cuddle but I prefer to fuck, I don't get much from kissing anyway and because I'm not sloppy over girls I get more of them into bed." As we walked along Gary didn't even want to hold my hand, we just walked along side by side talking about what went on in the area. Gary wanted me to go up first and see if my mother or father were home but I told him not to be silly, so we went up together. My mum was in, she was cooking, baking bread and cakes, just like she did back on the farm, well, not just like she did on the farm, on the farm we cooked on a wood fired range, it was taking her a while to get used to the new-fangled electric oven. She welcomed Gary, he was the first friend of either sex that I'd ever brought home, she gave me a broad smile and whispered in my ear, "Living in a large town has some advantages then!" And she dug me in the ribs with her elbow. Gary was offered a freshly baked cake and a drink; my mother naturally meant a soft drink or a cup of tea, Gary took the cake and thanked her, "Can I have a beer please?" My mum laughed, "We don't have beer, only cider." "Well, cider is only like apple juice but I'd love to try it if I can." My mother gave Gary a rather large glass of cider and we all sat chatting, Gary was interested in my mum's tales about me and our old farm and just to totally embarrass me, she got out an old photograph album. The album was just random pictures from all different times in our family history, Gary was doing a lot of "Who's that?" and "Where was that picture taken?" my mum showed Gary a picture of herself when she was a baby, naked on a lamb's wool rug, Gary asked who the baby was, then there was a picture of me, similar pose, similar rug, "Hey Vicky, this must be you, here's your birth mar....." Gary suddenly realised what he was saying, the cider was loosening his tongue a little more than was good for me. As we had only been in the town for four days and that day was the first time I'd been out on my own it couldn't have been like Gary knew me of old, all of his knowledge of me had to have come from today. My mother raised her eyebrows as she looked at me, "I see that you two have gotten to know each other very well in just one day. Gary buried his head back into the photo album, he turned to a page that had a picture of my dad in the zinc bath tub in front of the kitchen range, he asked who that picture was of, my dad had his back to the camera or I'm sure that Gary would have recognised him from other pictures he's already seen. "That's Victoria's father taking a bath at the farm." "When was that picture taken?" "That picture was just last week. We didn't have a proper bathroom on the farm, we all had to take our bath like that, it's really nice actually, in the winter it was great to take your bath in front of the range, very cosy." "I thought it was a bit strange, because it's a Polaroid picture and they didn't have Polaroid cameras a hundred years ago." My mother went and sat on the arm of the chair that Gary was sitting on and pointed at the picture, "That's the wood fired copper boiler, we used it to do our laundry in and we could boil forty gallons of water for a bath if we needed that much, that's the range that we used to do all of our cooking and baking, this is Victoria's leg, she was sitting there waiting for her turn in the bath." Gary looked over at me and raised his eyebrows twice, "You were sitting there watching your dad in the bath?" I nodded my head and my mother said, "We don't have any problems over our bodies, we often saw each other in the nude, inside the house and out!" Gary turned to the next page, my mother in the bath in front of the range, the photograph had been taken from a little more to the side than my father's picture had been taken from, Gary could see the side of my mother's breast, he looked closely at her tit and then over at my chest, I could see the question in his eyes, 'I wonder if Vicky's tits will be as big as her mum's when she grows up?'. Gary spotted the empty seat where I had been sitting while my dad was in the bath. "You sat and watched your dad in the bath but not your mum?" "I had my bath after my dad; I was probably outside drying off when my dad took that picture." "Pity you didn't take a picture of Vicky in the bath Mrs. C, that would have been worth seeing." My mother blushed slightly and looked vacant for a moment, "I did take one of her but I think her father decided that it probably wasn't suitable to go in the album." "Pity, it'd be great to see it." Mum slipped off of the arm of the easy chair and went to the roll top bureau and fished out an envelope before returning to Gary's side, while she was gone Gary had squashed over as far to the left as he could get, leaving a little space on his right, my mother slipped into that space so they were both sharing one chair. Mum was trying to look through the pictures inside the envelope without Gary seeing but he just reached over and pulled the envelope so he could see as well as my mother, she gave up trying to censor things and let Gary take all of the pictures out and look through them. The first photograph was a full frontal of my dad out in the field, naked as the day he was born, wrestling with some ewes. "That was John saying his goodbyes to his ladies." "Is he sheering this one?" My mother blushed deeply and snatched the picture from Gary's fingers, "There are some pictures I shouldn't have taken." The next picture was of my mother totally nude out in the same field; Gary did a little wolf-whistle and looked my mum up and down as she sat next to him, he waved the photograph in the air, "You look better like this than dressed." My mother gave Gary a playful punch, "Behave yourself young man." Gary put the picture of my mother in the nude to one side and then flicked on to the next picture, it was me in the bath with my dad bending over me, he was still totally naked and was rubbing a washcloth across my back, my mother had taken the photograph because she could see nothing wrong in what was happening, we often helped each other to wash our backs but as my dad was rubbing my back, he was pressing his other hand against my breast and I was looking in the direction of a rather large cock. In the fraction of a second that it took for the photograph to be taken it looked just like my dad was copping a feel of my tits and that I was about to take his cock into my mouth. Gary did another wolf-whistle, "Looks like you guys are into keeping it in the family!" Mum took the picture from him and inspected it with an objective eye, "God, that looks really bad doesn't it, no wonder John didn't want that picture in the album." Gary checked his watch, "I'd better go!" "Really dear, I was hoping that you'd stay for dinner, meet Victoria's father and spend some time with us." "That would be lovely Mrs C. But I have to wash the pots and clean the living room before my mum gets home." "Call me Sarah, please!" "Sarah!" There was an awkward silence and I noticed that Gary had his hand on my mother's knee, he patted her knee a few times then just left his hand there for a few minutes. "I could take your phone number and when my mum gets home I could ask her if I can come back later, if that's okay with you Mrs...erm, Sarah." My mum gave Gary one of the cards that the telephone company gave us to hand out around our friends, they had given us forty cards, we had passed them all around our friends and family and still had thirty-five left, well, thirty-four now that Gary was pushing one into his pocket. I went to the door with Gary to show him out, he stood out in the passageway and, "Is your dad as cool and relaxed about things as your mum is?" "I guess so." "You think they'd let me sleep over sometime?" I had to shrug my shoulders, I'd never had a friend sleep over before, our farm house was very small, just two rooms upstairs and two down, even the toilet was outside in the yard. "I've never had a friend sleep over but my mum and dad have." Gary was heading for the stairs when I said that and he stopped in his tracks and came back, "Do they usually have other couples sleep over?" I had to think about it, they hadn't had a friend sleep over in ages, "Usually just a man each time I think." Gary smiled at me, "Like, usually the same man or different men?" "Different!" "Hummm, very interesting! I'll try and see you later if I can talk my mum into it." I closed the front door and my mum was standing right behind me, as I walked back into the hall way mum hugged me, "What was it like?" "What was what like?" "You know, your first time? When Gary took your cherry!" "Gary didn't take my cherry mum." "Really, but you did lose your virginity today didn't you?" I nodded my head. "But Gary wasn't your first boy?" "Gary was my first boy." "So, how did you lose your virginity?" "I lost it to Michael Angelo's David!" My mother was confused. "But I think David was a faker." There was a torrent of questions from my mother, in the end I stopped her, "Mum, do you want to take a little walk with me for an hour?" "What if Gary phones?" "His mum won't be home until five o'clock, he won't phone before then." I took my mother through Croyland Park, pointed out where we played rugby then I took her out onto Main Road, when I reached the hole in the wall to Manor House and looked both ways, taking a little longer that the first time I went through because there were more cars driving past. My mum followed me through the hole and I took her to the fallen statue, a copy of Michael Angelo's David but with a little additional decoration, a very brown cock courtesy of my maiden's head blood that was dried all over it. My mum looked at the surroundings and at the fallen plinth where my bloodstained panties and Gary's 'Y-fronts' sat on the flat upwards facing face. "How many boys were here?" I held up five fingers, my mum ran the tips of her fingers over the dry, crusty spunk that had fallen from my body and ran down the front face of the plinth. "Did they all watch you on the statue?" I nodded my head. "Did they all have sex with you after?" I shook my head. "Well, there's more than one boy's worth of semen here, how many boys had sex with you?" "Well, I came here to do it with Paul but I think in the end he was the only one who didn't do me." We walked back home with our arms wrapped around each other's back, "Well, at least you waited until you were eleven years old, you did go a little crazy on your first try though." "Well, how old were you when you first did it mum?" "I was 9 years old." "God, who was it with?" "Well, your father of course, he was trying to make me pregnant even way back then." "You couldn't have got pregnant at nine years old!" "Why not, I had started my periods a month earlier than that, so, in theory I could have fallen pregnant." "How old was dad?" "Your father had just turned twenty when we first had sex." Well, that was a little bit of a shocker for me, we'd never really talked about ages before, so I had no idea that my mother and father had such a large difference in their ages." "Why did dad want to have sex with you when you were only nine, why didn't he find a girl his own age?" "There just weren't any unattached girls in our area, the few girls that lived in the area that understood what it meant to be a farmer's wife out on the moors were snapped up very young, parents even used to make agreements for their kids to marry each other from a very young age." "Weren't you worried that your mum or dad would catch you?" "Your dad told both of my parents that he wanted to marry me when I was eight, he had already taken over the farm from his dad, so he had great prospects and back then he had two thousand ewes. They told him that he could ask me to marry him but they also told him that he couldn't touch until after I became a woman!" "What exactly does that mean?" "Well, to your grandparents, a girl became a woman after her first period. After my first period I was allowed to spend time at his farm with him over the weekends but I had to go home for the rest of the week to do my school work and to help around the farm. It took your father five years to make me pregnant and that was the point at which I was allowed to marry him and live at his farm full time." "Wait a minute; you fell pregnant with me when you were fourteen?" "Well, I fell pregnant the first time when I was fourteen and we got married straight away but that pregnancy ended in a miscarriage, then it took two more years to get pregnant again and you came along when I was seventeen." "So, you're only like, twenty eight now then?" "Yes!" "Wow, I thought you were really old." "That's because it's a really hard life out on the moors farming sheep, we all get very old very quickly, your dad looks more like fifty than thirty-eight." I agreed with her, my dad really did look like a fifty year old. We got back home at four o'clock; my mum set me on peeling and cleaning vegetables while she took a bath. When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing a long summer dress, I thought that it looked more like a long night dress but my mum wore it during the day on really hot days, well, if she wore anything at all. I did notice that her breasts were a little floppy, so that meant that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress and from the outline when she bent down to put the lamb in the oven, it didn't look like she was wearing any knickers either. "Why don't you pop in and take a bath while the meat's cooking? You could wear your party frock tonight if you like." I was just stepping into the bath when I heard the telephone ring, I could only hear my mother's half of the conversation naturally but I worked out very quickly that mum was talking to Gary's mother. "Yes, I'm Vic's mum......Yes, they met this morning playing rugby on the park.... I did, I invited him to come over for dinner but Vic would love it if Gary could stop over." My mum came into the bathroom and there seemed to be a light on inside of her face, Gary told his mum that you were a boy, she thinks your name is Victor, Gary can come over in an hour and have dinner with us and sleep over as well, doesn't that sound good." I just nodded my head and poured a jug of bath water over my head and started to massage shampoo into my hair. I kept my hair short as a rule so it never took very long to dry, I looked up at my mum as the soapy water ran off my face, "I knew that I should have grown my hair longer if Gary thought I was a boy!" Mum walked off laughing at my joke. I was basting the lamb and looking after the vegetables when my dad came home, he went straight into his bath that mum already had run for him, just like when he was working out in the fields only it was a lot easier with indoor plumbing and no fire to light under the boiler. Mum stopped in the bathroom with my dad and unusually for them, she closed the door so that I couldn't hear what they were talking about but I had to guess that my mum was letting him in on the big news about my busted maidenhead. Gary turned up just as the food was being transferred from the pots and pans and into the serving dishes, we all ate in relative silence, Gary said he wasn't used to food like this and that the meat was the best he had ever tasted. My dad gave him a beaming smile, "Sarah and Victoria grew all of the vegetables we've just eaten and the lamb was from one of our own spring lambs, Victoria actually bottle fed it every two hours after it was born because its mother rejected it and the cider we drank with dinner came from our own apple trees and I brewed it. Mind you, we won't be able to do any more of that living in a flat with no garden." Gary offered to help with the dishes after dinner, he carried the pots through to the kitchen and asked me if I wanted to help him but my mother said that she would help. I could hear a lot of giggling and flirting from the kitchen as my mum and Gary washed the pots. At some point the door between the kitchen and the dining area closed and the giggling stopped, I went to the toilet, as I walked past the door from the kitchen out to the passageway I looked in and Gary and my mother were kissing passionately and Gary was pulling the bottom of my mother's dress up, as I watched he was just exposing her pussy and she took over holding her dress up so that she was exposed right up to her neck. I went into the toilet and did my pee and when I returned the kitchen was empty, I assumed that mum and Gary were now in the living room but I was wrong, then I heard the sound of my mother going through an orgasm, not that it was a sound that was new to me at all, my mum and dad did the horizontal tango at least three times a week in their fruitless attempt to make a baby brother for me. Don't get me wrong, I had never asked my mother to get me a baby brother; I think really it was more that my mother and father wanted a son. Not that their dream of handing on the farm to a son would happen anymore. I don't know why I was shocked to find my father in the living room instead of Gary, even my mum and dad's free morals would have been piqued at wandering off and leaving a guest in the living room while they fucked openly in their bedroom. "You okay Vicky?" "Yes, why wouldn't I be?" My dad nodded his head in the direction of the bedroom where all the gasping and bad language was coming from, "Your mother said that Gary was the first boy with you, aren't you a just a little jealous?" I smiled at my dad, remembering that Gary had lied to his mother about me, telling her that I was a boy called Victor so that he could spend the night. I was, kind of, lucky that in my family everything was usually out in the open, especially things like sex and nudity but then when you deal with animal husbandry, sex is less of a hidden commodity. From the age of six I could feel the testicles of a ram and say with some certainty if it was mature or not and roughly how many ewes I could expect the ram to cover based on the mass and firmness of his balls inside his sack. "Want a little more cider?" I nodded my head and my father went through the dining area and into the kitchen. I heard the clinks of glasses and then heard my dad offering Gary and my mother a drink as well, so my dad was at his own bedroom door and watching a fourteen year old boy fucking his own wife. Now that was the sign of an open relationship. Me and my dad sat talking and drinking cider for another thirty minutes before Gary and my mother came back into the living room. Gary had a bit of a sheepish look on his face; I nodded my head at him to recognise that Gary had returned to the room, I smiled at him and he suddenly relaxed a little so I asked him what he would like to watch on the TV. Gary came over to my side and gestured with his head for me to move over a little, just as he had done for my mother to share the seat with him earlier so I moved over for him to sit next to me, as he flopped down in the seat he put his hand behind my back. He whispered in my ear, "My mother has said I can sleep over tonight and your mum has said that I can sleep in your bed with you if you want me too that is." It was about eight thirty when Gary and my mother came back to the living room after their fuck-fest and just five minutes later Gary asked if we could go to my room and listen to music. My mother smiled at us and said, "That sounds like a good idea Gary, you two pop off." Once in my room Gary wasted no time in stripping me naked and kicking off his shorts and t-shirt, "Shouldn't you put some music on?" "I don't have anything to play music on in here." Gary laughed and pushed me down onto my knees in front of him, "My cock and balls are still covered with your mother's love juice, lick me clean." I spent about fifteen minutes cleaning Gary's cock, balls and abdomen with my mouth before we both slipped into my bed. Gary was using his fingers to give me a load of pleasure but other than that, all he actually wanted to do was kiss and cuddle with me, "You're the first girl I've ever really wanted to just kiss and cuddle with not just fuck and run." "What, so you don't want to fuck me again?" "I didn't say that but I don't usually kiss and cuddle with a girl, all I'm usually interested in is fucking." "So, do you want to fuck me now?" "I'd really love too but I sort of promised your mother that I'd go back and see her in about an hour." Almost like it was on cue my mother started to verbalise her orgasm with my dad in their bedroom at that exact moment. "Looks like you won't be needed by my mother after all!" "Not at all, I've set the seeds in place, your dad's just raking it in and watering it, I'll be needed in an hour to top her up." "Why?" "Well, she's trying for a baby and your dad's a jaffa, so she needs a little help, I think your mother called it ID, rather than AID like they usually do it in hospital." I was no stranger to AID, our cows and pigs were made pregnant every time by AID, the vet would come along when the animals were in season and use a straw full of semen to get them pregnant but we only did it that way because it was too expensive to bring a bull in for just two cows or a boar in for just a few pigs. I guess what we did with our sheep was roughly what my mum was doing with Gary; we brought a different ram or rams every year to cover our flock. And if we used young rams it actually cost very little to cover our thousand ewes. We'd buy in a ram for about five hundred pounds, keep it for a year and sell it on the following year for about four hundred and ninety pounds, so it worked out at roughly one or two pence per ewe and if the weather was good and we managed to get two lambings in a year the cost per lamb was halved. "You know earlier you told me that you had never had a friend sleep over but your parents sometimes did. Well every one of those men were trying to make your mother pregnant and from the looks of the photo album in your mum and dad's bedroom, there were over thirty-five of them, your dad has taken Polaroid photographs of every man as they fucked your mum." Well, I have to say that nothing much ever surprised me about my parents but that news did surprise me; I thought that my father's use of the Polaroid camera was a recent thing, that he had just started using it because he wanted to capture a few memories of life around the farm as we had to leave it to move into Wellingborough but the news that my dad had photographed men as they fucked my mother was definitely something that they had kept from me and from the number that Gary had said, they must have been keeping it from me for most of my life. "Your mum is going to be very popular around here!" Gary burst out laughing, mainly from the confused look on my face, "What do you mean, popular?" "Well, how many men would you say lived within a five mile radius of your house in Yorkshire?" I had to think hard, "Probably fifteen families." "And from a population of just fifteen families your mum had sex with over thirty-five different men in ten years; just imagine how many new lovers she'll find in an area with over twenty thousand men in a five mile radius." We stopped talking and just lay there kissing and cuddling as we listened to my mum and dad as they fucked for an hour solid. Gary checked the clock at the side of my bed and at nine thirty he jumped up, kissed me one last time and walked off to my mother and father's bedroom totally naked. I lay there for a few moments, my mother's climax didn't seem to skip a beat but the sound of the man grunting on top of her changed from my father's sound to Gary's. I dragged myself out of bed and walked across to my parent's doorway, as usual it was wide open even during sex, I leaned against the doorframe just as the bedroom lit up with a brilliant flash of light as my dad took a Polaroid photograph of Gary and my mother fucking. My dad ejected the picture and then slipped it under his armpit to develop, he spotted me in the doorway and came over to me and put his arm over my shoulder, "Why don't you go back to bed and wait for Gary, he won't be long!" I didn't move though, I just stood there watching my mum and Gary fucking in the darkened bedroom. My dad left me standing there and joined Gary and my mum on bed, my dad was kissing and fondling my mum as she lay under Gary gasping through climax after climax. It took ages for Gary to shoot off up my mum and as soon as he did he jumped off of her and my dad took his place and kept my mother's climactic chain rolling through her body. Once we got back in my bedroom I dropped to my knees and cleaned Gary's cock and balls again with my mouth before we tumbled into bed together and he whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to bring you off with my fingers?" I did consider letting him do that but eventually I said, "Why don't we just go to sleep now and you can do me properly in the morning when we wake up." 11, 403 Words.
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