I was on the westbound lane and spotted the travellers on the eastbound rest area, I pulled into the westbound lay-by, three trucks were already there, the truck drivers were supposed to be resting, taking their mandatory break after driving for four hours but rather than resting properly they had to remain vigilant because of the huge number of travellers that were just fifty yards away and that the drivers of the trucks knew full well would strip their lorries of their loads in a few minutes if they didn't keep their eyes on them.

My car looked like an insect parked behind the huge truck. I had to run across the road to get to the eastbound lay-by, good thing it was only a trunk road and not a motorway or I'd have been breaking the law as well as risking my life, rather than just risking my life. Ideally I'd have carried on going west until the next turning point and returned on the other side of the road but when the travellers took over the lay-by they had parked a caravan across the entrance to the lay-by, denying access to all other road users.

I realised that I was totally inappropriately dressed for my mission wearing just a white muslin summer dress, knickers and nothing else, the realisation compounded as I ran across the road to the fanfare of wolf-whistles from the men at the traveller's encampment. There was a well trodden path from the lay-by to the 'Sandy Beach' area of the river, the travellers had been collecting water from the river and probably taking fish from the lake as well.

The path got wider and less well defined when it reached the stand of willow trees and there was the sound of music drifting through the trees, thin, baseless music, the kind produced by the cheapest kind of transistor radio, drifting in from the far side of the willow spinney. I could also hear voices, laughter and rough comments carried on the music.

I had to weave my way through the trees to reach the river bank; I spotted Sarah and five boys of similar age at the river's edge, an awful lot of flesh on show as well. It was obvious that, despite my warnings to my daughters not to swim in the deep water of the lake, at least Sarah had been swimming and she was dancing with the group of boys wearing wet bra and knickers and nothing else. The five boys were obviously travellers, even though they had been swimming like my daughter, they still looked dirty, all they were wearing were ill-fitting underpants, formally white, 'Y-Front' kind of underpants but they would never see white again, no matter how long they were boiled!

I stopped in my tracks on the river bank as Sarah wrapped her arms around the neck of one of the boys and they kissed passionately. As they kissed one of the other boys stepped in behind Sarah, his hands on her hips and then he rubbed them slowly up over her ribs until he reached the bottom strap of her bra. I thought that he was going to stop at that point but he didn't, he just paused long enough to kiss the back of Sarah's neck, she pulled her lips off of the boy she was kissing and she laughed. His hands lifted suddenly and took her bra cups up and over her breasts.

Sarah didn't try to stop the boy, she just leaned in again and kissed the boy in front of her on his lips again as the one behind her fondled her breasts roughly.

I heard movement to my left and saw another young boy stepping out of the woods about six feet to my left, he was walking along pulling his underpants up and as he appeared on the river bank I heard Dawn shouting, "I'm getting cold here,! Who's next!"

One of the dancing boys that had been watching Sarah playing kissy-face with one boy while another made free with her breasts, turned and jogged up from the small beach, he was pulling his underpants off as he ran along and he had a very healthy looking cock standing out in front of his body.

I was going to remonstrate with Sarah and get her away from the two boys that were playing with her body but seeing the other boy rushing towards Dawn's voice caused me a moment's hesitation, I was only two minutes adrift in finding Dawn and the boy in the woods. I had to brush Dawn's knickers and bra to one side as they were hanging on a tree branch to dry above the clearing where a grubby old mattress had been placed on the ground and Dawn was on her back, on the mattress with the young man imitating the energiser bunny between her thighs. Dawn was trying to kiss the boy but he was talking to her, "Are you sure that it's okay for me to cum in you?"

"Yes, I told you all earlier, me and my sister haven't had a period since we started feeding the chickens, our grandfather says that it's the hormones in the chicken feed that makes our breasts grow bigger and stops our periods from coming along every month."

I was stopped in my tracks yet again by Dawn's comment and then there was another movement, Sarah was just a few inches away from me, "Dawn you greedy cow, you've hogged that mattress for four boys so far, hurry up so I can have a turn with Colin and Alan...Fucking hell mum, what are you doing here?"

I was holding Dawn's knickers to one side and Sarah had started to push the knickers back towards me, her hand bumping into mine through the knickers. Sarah's outburst had caused Dawn to jerk her hips up, throwing the humping boy off of her body just as he fired off his salvo of spunk; he sprayed jizz all over Dawn's body.

I looked at Sarah; she was now as naked as her sister and had the boy that she had been kissing in tow, pulling him into the little clearing in the willow-wood with its mattress covered floor. The clearing suddenly got very crowded as the boy that had exposed Sarah's breasts appeared behind me with the other three boys that had just screwed Dawn coming up behind him.

Once Dawn had kicked her partner off of her body she jumped to her feet and started spluttering out, "Mum, what are you doing here?"

"I read about the travellers being in the lay-by and was worried about you two being here...and with apparent good reason!"

The boy's spunk covering Dawn's body was irritating Dawn, especially with me watching each globule running down over her body so she ducked out of the clearing and she slipped back into the river to wash her body clean of the spunk and sweat. I realised that Dawn going back into the water would be a problem, the girls had packed a picnic blanket to sit on while they ate their picnic but they hadn't packed any towels and the picnic blanket had a metalized plastic backing to stop the dew from the grass leaching through the blanket, so there was nothing to dry Dawn's body with after her dip in the river so we'd be waiting around a while for Dawn's body to dry.

Four boys left us on the riverbank happy and two boys were still frustrated as they all walked back to their camp.

Dawn and Sarah remained naked as they lay on the picnic blanket and for the next hour, there was a steady stream of traveller men walking past to get a look at the naked girls but my being there, sitting on the grass on the river bank above the sandy beach seemed to act as a barrier, stopping the men going any closer to the girls.

I hated to admit it to myself but I was actually turned on at the constant stream of men walking back and forth looking at the girls and one or two of the men actually stood in the clearing with the mattress, they were looking down at the naked girls as they masturbated and it didn't seem to bother the men one little bit that I could see them as they jerked off, just out of sight of anyone walking along the riverbank.

Once the girls were both properly dried out they dressed in just their lightweight summer dresses without bothering to put their knickers or bras back on underneath. We walked together back to the traveller's camp. The police were there hassling the travellers, the police wanted the caravan blocking the lay-by to be moved out of the way but the travellers just packed all the youngest children into that caravan, making it illegal for the police to attempt to move it.

We picked our moment to run across the road when there was a gap in the stream of traffic. At my car I spotted the young man that had been kissing Sarah was at the side of one of the curtain sided trucks and he'd slashed the side of the lorry, he'd done it while the police were just fifty yards away on the other side of the road because all of the truck drivers were out of their lorries, watching what was happening at the travellers camp. I saw a large cardboard box being pulled through the slit in the PVC curtain and the boy and box disappeared over the field away from the lay-by and the road.

It played on my mind what I'd seen Dawn doing, she seemed unconcerned that I'd caught her fucking a traveller out in public and it seemed that the boy fucking her had been her forth sex partner of the day...that and the fact that her older sister was dragging a boy into the clearing to use the same mattress that her younger sister had been using seemed less of a problem to me, Sarah was only six months away from legally being able to have sex. The main thing that was on my mind was that my daughters had obviously taken charge of the situation; they were the ones calling the sexual shots so to speak. I'd never instigated sex in my life before, no matter how much I may have wanted to have sex, I would never have asked for it.

Johnny came home for dinner at six o'clock and after dinner I left Sarah and Dawn to clear the table and wash the pots, I asked Johnny what time he was planning on going to bed tonight, "I'm bringing the cows down for milking at five-thirty in the morning so I was planning on going to bed at around nine o'clock...why?

I felt my cheeks heat up as I started to blush and I hadn't even said a word, just getting my courage up to say my piece was embarrassing me, I really did feel like a whore on heat as I said, "Well...I was thinking, if you went to bed at eight o'clock...I could come up with you!"

Johnny looked shocked, it took two full minutes before a grin came to his face and then he looked a little disappointed, "Ahh! But what about the girls...we usually wait until they are out of the house for the night or until they are fast asleep!"

"I think the girls are old enough to handle the fact that their parents have sex, they aren't little children anymore."

We actually went up to our bedroom at seven thirty, Johnny was ahead of me and he was holding my hand, pulling me up behind him. My mind raced as I followed Johnny up to bed. We'd been married for eighteen years and our sex life was never great, even in the early days before we had kids, but since they came along, we'd really dropped down to having very vanilla sex just two or three times a year, usually when the girls were out of the house for the night at a sleepover.

Johnny let my hand go free as soon as we walked into the bedroom...I'd hoped that he would have pulled me all the way over to the bed and turned the light off before he started to undress me...that was the usual routine.

"Will you undress for me please...after all...it was your idea to have sex tonight!"

Eighteen years ago I would undress for him at bedtime, I had an extremely curvatious body back then...BC...no, not 'Before Christ', but 'Before Children'.

I'd met Johnny for the first time when I left school, I'd started working for his father on Manor Farm, one of the satellite farms bought by Johnny's father to get his hands on the farm's milk quota, I'd been looking after the hens that were being bred for the table, from incubation of the fertile eggs to the chicks being six weeks old when they went off to the slaughter house. Most chicken farms would spend a small fortune on buying day old chicks from a supplier who had already sexed the chicks and killed off all of the males. We didn't need to do that, we fed the chicks a heavily laced feed that had oestrogen as well as other drugs mixed in to bulk up the chicks quickly as well as take any male chicks minds off of sex and fighting, turning them into eating machines.

After I married Johnny I came out of the chicken sheds and was given the job of supervisor in the dairy plant at the home farm so that I could work closer to the house that Johnny's father gave us to live in on the day of our wedding, it was a much cleaner environment and a more 'Nine - to - five' job. Back then I had a lot to show off to my husband, I'd grown to almost a forty inch double-D cup bra and a thirty inch waist...Johnny always said, 'It's obvious, nothing much will grow in the shade!'

I seemed to shrink after leaving the chicken sheds, my breast size reduced rapidly and my sexual bravery reduced as well. After the birth of Sarah I hardly filled a thirty-six inch 'C' bra, especially after I finished breastfeeding two children. Because my breasts had been so big before and were so small now...well, I had a problem with 'Self image', I wasn't so willing to show off my body, not even to my husband...so sex became an infrequent and definitely nocturnal - in the dark - activity for the past fourteen years.

Johnny was grinning at me as he lay on the bed waiting for me to get my arse into gear and start to dance for him as I undressed. I had to remind myself that Sarah and Dawn had both been perfectly happy to strip off out on the riverbank earlier that day, displaying their naked bodies to all comers.

I started to hum a tune in my head as I swayed my hips from side to side, I worked through a plan of attack in my head, I'd showered when we got home and I'd actually put a bra and slip on under my summer dress, so at least I had more than just two items of clothing to take off for my husband's entertainment.

Johnny watched me stripping off like a hawk...a hungry hawk that could see a field mouse and was judging when to strike. Johnny pulled his T-shirt off over his head as I slipped the shoulder straps of my shift off of my shoulders and allowed the silky material to slide to the floor as I wiggled my arse in time to the tune playing in my head. As I reached behind my back to twist the clasp at the back of my bra, he pushed his jeans and underpants down over his hips. I held the cups of my bra in place and shook my shoulders, leaning forward, offering my breasts to my husband as he kicked his jeans and underpants off of his feet.

I watched Johnny's jeans slide off of the foot of the bed and I allowed my bra to drop down on top of his jeans. I was dancing in just my knickers now, not sexy knickers, more like granny knickers. I saw a hint of disappointment in Johnny's eyes as my breasts swung from side to side, I read his mind, 'Not half the breasts she had when I married her!'

Johnny cleared his throat, "As we're re-enacting our honeymoon night...do I get a blow-job as well?"

Now that wasn't part of my screwed up plan for the evening, I wanted a damned good ramming...not to play up to his fantasies!

No, not part of my plan but if I were careful, I could give him a little of what he wanted and then take my pleasure out of his cock for an hour or so!

Johnny was ramrod hard and as I slithered out of my passion-killers his cock gave a little jump. I knee walked along the bed and curled my fingers around his cock, lifting his cockhead away from his stomach, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his cock, closing my lips just below the ridge of his glans and I applied a little suction, I slavered my tongue over his cockhead, careful not to apply too much pressure, I didn't want him to explode too quickly...not in my mouth at any rate!

I was just getting into my stride when there was a knock at our bedroom door, "Mummy, Grandpa's on the phone for you!"

Sarah was standing just the other side of our bedroom door and her being there was all the encouragement that Johnny needed, he exploded in my mouth with a mountain of apologies.

I pulled my dressing gown on and headed down stairs to the telephone. It was only a five minute conversation with my father-in-law but the consequence was that I wouldn't be going back to bed any time soon.

I returned to my bedroom, told Johnny that the police had reported that the gates to our southern barn had been opened and the lock to our storage barn had been cut..."Nothing seems to be missing at the moment, the police think the locks were done by one of the travellers so that his mates could return later and have it away with something expensive. Your father is heading around the other outlying barns to check on them but he needs someone to go to the south barn and just park in front of the doors so that the travellers can't pinch anything out of the barn. The locksmith will be coming out as quickly as he can but there may be other locks that need replacing."

I pulled my dress on, no bra, no knickers under it and I returned to the kitchen, Sarah and Dawn wanted to come with me until I pointed out that the farm Wi-Fi wouldn't reach as far as the southern barn and that I could be waiting there for the locksmith for several hours and the girls changed their minds because they were only allowed their internet access in the evenings.

I could have walked to the southern barn, that's why Ron asked me to go there but as I knew that the southern barn would be low on the priority list for the lock smith because it only held three large pieces of plant, unlike our other barn locations that held generators, pumps, chain saws and hand tools so I drove to the barn. The driveway into the southern barn was just a few hundred yards away from the lay-by where the travellers were camped, the reason that the police had checked our gates and barns and discovered the locks had been cut.

The gates to the track leading to the barn were wide open, I'd expected that, after all, the police had driven down to the barn a few minutes earlier...I wasn't expecting to find the barn doors wide open though, the police had reported that the doors were closed and that the padlock had been cut and dropped in front of the doors. Open and the drop bolts latched down, this wasn't a wind thing, someone had been in the barn and within the last twenty minutes. I didn't need to check around inside the barn, I could see the rotary bailer, the flail tractor that cut the hedgerows back and the cabbage harvester from outside the barn so I just lifted the drop bolts and closed the doors.

Without a padlock, there was no way to keep both doors closed, the drop bolt would hold the left hand door but the right hand door would just blow open, even in a gentle breeze so I reversed my car against the doors, I reversed slowly until I saw the doors move back slightly so that I was applying pressure to both doors with the rear bumper of my car. I got out of the driver's seat, ran around the front of the car and slipped into the front passenger seat. I turned the radio on and pushed my seat back as far as it would go before reclining it slightly.

I'd left home in such a rush that I hadn't had a chance to have a drink, it'd been so long since I last sucked my husband's cock that I'd forgotten quite how disgusting a taste it left in my mouth and with nothing in the car to drink the taste got worse as it ripened. I'd got a constant reminder of just how close I'd come to getting sex from my husband at my own request rather than just acceding to his...so close...I was so turned on. The sudden burst of activity, the call to arms as it were...had dropped sex from my mind but now, in my car, in the twilight with nothing to do but listen to romantic music on my radio...sex was brought right back to the forefront of my mind.

I kicked my shoes off and lifted my left foot up to the dashboard, my right hand slipped under the folds of my dress and I started to 'Doodle' with my middle finger in the bushes absentmindedly. The music stopped to make way for the eleven o'clock news and in the dead space between the end of the music and the sound of Big Ben striking the hour to announce the start of the news program I could swear I could hear the sound of banging from the rear of my car...or rather from the other side of the barn doors.

I got a naughty shiver running through my body at the thought of my rubbing my magic button while I was holding a thieving traveller prisoner in our barn, the thought of someone being so close...even though they couldn't see me through the barn door...it was still a hell of a turn on masturbating in my car while people were so close.

I got close to the match highlight when the track ahead of me was illuminated by powerful halogen beams. The headlights were far too high for a car, higher even than a standard four by four and they were close together, I only knew one car with that lighting configuration, Johnny's eldest brother Ronny, he had a nineteen-fifties Land Rover one-ten with a big block Chevrolet supercharged engine and balloon tyres that meant it needed stepladders to climb up into the passenger seat.

I was close and didn't want to stop but the inside of my car was now brighter than day so I had to lower my left leg back to the car's floor pan and reluctantly remove my hand from between my legs.

I climbed out of my car and met Ronny in the yard in front of the barn, we passed familial greetings, Ronny gripped my shoulders as he kissed my cheeks, "Is it all quiet here Vicky?"

"Not sure, I thought I heard banging from inside the barn an hour ago. When I got here both doors had been pinned wide open so I closed them and blocked the doors with my car. What about where you went?"

"I was sent to Long Barrow Farm..." Ron let go of my shoulders and moved to my side so that we were both looking at my car and the barn doors beyond, his right hand rubbed across my shoulders and then down over my right hand ribcage until his hand reached my waist, "...I got there a little late, a small Honda generator and two chainsaws have gone walkabout, the locksmith came to me first, the bastards had cut fifteen padlocks off of the storeroom doors..." Ronny's hand inched from my waist to my hip, it was the point that I would usually step away from Ronny but for the first time in the eighteen years that I'd known Ronny and his brothers, I just stood there as his fingers brushed down over my right buttock, "...the locksmith ran out of padlocks he had to replace so many, he's had to go back to his workshop in Northampton to get another box of new padlocks."

Ronny had reached the end of his statement as well as the end of my right buttock; he had satisfied himself that I was commando as well as braless under my thin muslin dress.

"I reported the loss to the police and their local patrol is waiting at the traveller's encampment to see if any of the little buggers turn up with our kit."

Ronny's hand had slipped onto my left buttock now, his fingertips pressing into the crack between my buttocks, I now had to make an executive decision, I knew that Johnny's brother Ronny would fuck me at the drop of a hat, I'd been in the family for eighteen years and I'd seen the way the Clarke boys worked a party, they would cut a prospect out of the herd, Paul would engage the woman's husband in seemingly innocent conversation while Ronny and his father eased the woman away to some private place. My Father in law usually took first pickings and then Ronny would have sloppy seconds while his father went back to the party to relieve Paul so that Paul could go in to bat third.

I often thought that it was a shame that my Johnny had missed out on the Clarke gene for sexual proclivity. Ronny disturbed my thoughts as he tried to lift the back of my dress whilst rubbing his hand up and down my buttocks. I had a momentary yellow streak and stepped away from Ron, I blurted out, "They might leave our kit in the willow spinney by Sandy Beach if they spot a police car waiting for them, they'll just leave the kit in the willow spinney and go back for it later when the police give up waiting for them."

Ronny was almost chasing me as I moved away from him, I wondered when he'd last had sex, was he as desperate as I was for it...was he really any good at fucking...he'd certainly had a lot of practice, I'd seen him leave parties with more than thirty different women. I was now cornered by the boot of my car and the doors to the barn. Ronny's left hand was on my belly and his right hand was back on my arse again and he was leaning in for a kiss. I felt heat and hardness against my hip through my dress, far too much heat for his cock to be inside his trousers and underpants, his cock was obviously out of its holster already and he was trying to lift the bottom hem of my dress again.

The only way I could escape was to duck down and twist away from him. My chin made contact with Ron's cockhead in the total darkness and it was a real shock for me. I'd thought that Johnny had a reasonably sized cock but the mushroom head of his eldest brother's cock was massive, in the dark and from the feel of it against my face, it felt like it was the size of the flange on a stallion's cock, just more rounded than flat.

Ron pushed his hips forward, he'd felt my lips brushing over his cockhead and he wanted to press home his advantage. I almost spurted out of the ever reducing gap between Ron's hips and the barn doors; I shot backwards leaving my dress behind. I had to windmill my arms to get my dress to fall back down over my body as I stood in the yard in front of the barn glad that it was a moonless night.

"I'm going to walk across the field Ronny, try to see if I can find that stolen kit before it's too late!"

Ronny was almost as disappointed and frustrated as I was as I handed him my car keys in case he had to move my car for the locksmith when he arrived and I told him that I'd pick up my car in the morning.

I walked across the field to the river bank and then walked towards Sandy Beach. I saw dancing orange fireflies at the edge of the woods, I realised of course that it wasn't a natural occurrence, British fireflies were more lime green or yellow than orange, the lights I could see waving around were more to do with tobacco than flying insects. I knew that the police were close enough for me to shout out or scream and they would come running so I took a deep breath and just walked straight to the clearing with the two smoking men. I almost tripped over a trolley that was stacked with stolen goods from Long Barrow Farm.

"Hello guys, I've come to get our kit, if you just stand back I won't shout out for the 'Old Bill'..."

Strong hands grabbed me from behind and pushed me to my knees and before I could cry out my mouth was full. I hadn't seen Ronny's cock in the dark but I'd felt it against my mouth a few minutes earlier and what was being forced into my mouth felt exactly the same as Ronny's cockhead. Other hands were on my body, pulling my dress up my body. The cock slipped out of my mouth and my dress was pulled off over my head. I was lifted off the floor and dragged into the wood, to the dirty old mattress that Dawn had been fucked on earlier that day.

I could see the dancing cigarettes move to my feet, my legs were being pulled open by the two travellers that had stolen our stuff earlier but the man pressing my shoulders down wasn't a traveller, he smelled too clean, he smelled of the new, Limited Edition Hugo Boss Body Wash and I only knew how that smelled because I'd given a bottle of it to my brother-in-law, Ronny, just a week earlier for his birthday present.

I felt the huge mushroom pushing against my labia, I was putting up a token fight but that was all, I kept looking from one side to the other, the two men pulling my legs wide open were still smoking and each time they sucked air through their cigarettes the glow lit their faces up as well as my body. I was a little shocked to see that the two faces in the orange glow were the two boys that Sarah had wanted to have sex with earlier, hardly over eighteen and happily helping a stranger to rape a woman.

I cried out as the huge knob finally opened my flower...it wasn't because I was dry and unready for it...I was dripping wet and in desperate need of a good fucking but it had been a very long time since anything that big had opened my body up...not a long cock but massively wide!

I caught enough of a view of the man fucking me in the glow of the cigarettes to know deep down that it was my brother-in-law that was fucking me but I cast that thought out of my mind as I wriggled and squirmed under him...taking a pounding rather than lovemaking but I didn't care, I didn't want to make love with my brother-in-law, I just needed to be fucked and fucked hard.

I started to climax and climax hard under Ron's body and it was such a hard orgasm that I lost all track of time. Johnny would have gotten me off while fucking me but only a short lived orgasm before he lost his hold on himself and splashed down in my cunt and that would be 'all she wrote'.

I realised that my legs had been released because I'd stopped kicking and then I found myself wrapping my legs over his hips and I was encouraging him to fuck me harder and harder.

I'd been fucked longer and harder than ever in my life before and I was still begging for more and as he grunted down into me all I could do was cry out a very long, "Noooooooooooo!"

I was suddenly empty but I was so washed out by my strength sapping climax that I didn't move, I heard the sound of the trolley being pulled away from the clearing and back towards the southern barn. The first of the two young travellers was on top of me now...no pleasant smell of 'Limited Edition Hugo Boss Body Wash', more the smell of body odour and dried skunk spray but I didn't care, I just lay there and took another five minutes of fucking from each of the two boys.

I remained on the stinking mattress for ten more minutes after I'd heard the boys leaving the willow spinney. As I lay there in the afterglow of sex I worked out how Ronny had beaten me to the spinney. I'd walked the long way around because of the dark but there was a far shorter path that I would have taken if it had been light, a public footpath that used ladders and styles to cross walls, harder to navigate in the dark but that was the way that I decided to return to my car. Ronny, if it was Ronny that fucked me, would have to take the much longer path as he was pulling a heavy trolley.

My rapists had fortunately hung my dress over the same branch that had earlier supported Dawn's bra and knickers so I was dressed in a second. I ran across the field like a demented spirit in the darkness with my thin muslin dress streaming out behind me. I'd thought that it would be difficult to pick up the footpath as it was so little used but the signposts delineating the points to cross the wall had a white acorn painted on them and that alone stood out in the darkness.

I reached the southern barn; my car was two feet away from the barn door and the right hand door was being held closed by a bent twig jammed in the hasp and staple, Ronny's Land Rover was still parked exactly where it had been left when he drove up to me earlier.

I lowered the tailgate of Ron's car and even though it was a struggle, I heaved my arse onto the tailgate to sit and wait for Ronny.

It was Ronny's turn to be shocked now as he walked around the back of his Land Rover and spotted me sitting there. He coughed and spluttered a lot at being caught pulling the trolley full of farm machinery that I'd set off to find, he was trying to say that he'd spotted two travellers pulling the trolley across the field behind the barn. I stopped him mid lie, "Ronny, I saw the trolley in the Willow Spinney at the side of Sandy Beach, how did you get it back?"

Ronny swivelled his hips like Sarah and Dawn did when they were caught out up to mischief, he looked at the barn door and then reformulated his lie."

"I opened the barn and found three travellers locked inside by your car, they had intended to take all three items of large plant but couldn't. I made a bargain with them, if they showed me where they had stashed the rest of our stuff; I wouldn't call the police in. They hadn't planned on leaving anything behind so they hadn't bothered with gloves and they were trapped in the barn for so long that they used it as a toilet so we'd have finger prints as well as DNA evidence against them."

"I'm still surprised that they didn't brazen it out, claim that they'd wandered into the barn looking for a lost dog or whatever and that I'd locked them in the barn illegally!"

"Well, I guess that they could have used that excuse but I pointed out to them that they might find a bitch on heat in the woods!"

That caused a smile to cross my lips in the darkness, Ron describing me as a bitch on heat.

I didn't really care that he didn't want to take the blame for being the first man to fuck me other than my husband for twenty years. I'd been royally fucked and had finally gotten rid of my sexual frustrations for the time being at any rate.

The track behind the Land Rover lit up again, a third vehicle was driving towards the barn, it was one thirty in the morning and the locksmith had finally arrived at the southern barn. I left Ron with the locksmith fitting a new high security padlock to the barn door.

I managed to drag myself into bed without waking Johnny, a good thing too as I still had three deposits of spunk in me. Johnny woke at five o'clock; I'd been asleep for just three hours by then so didn't want to wake up when Johnny shook me. He was looking for sex and I didn't know just how much spunk I still had in my pussy from four hours earlier so instead of opening my legs for him, I opened my mouth again and gave him his second blow-job of the night, swallowing all of his seed for the second time in many a year.

Once again I didn't drink anything after taking a mouth full of spunk from my husband's balls; I just went straight back to sleep with his salty residue still in my mouth.

Sarah knocked on my bedroom door, "Mum, it's nine o'clock and there's nothing cooked for breakfast."

Well...that was a weird ending to a sexy dream...wait a minute, my mouth tastes disgusting and there's a crust of dried spunk on my left cheek as well as a crust of dried semen sticking the back of my nighty to my arse.

"Mum...are you in there?"

I dragged myself out of bed and staggered to the bedroom door, there was pain between my legs as if I'd been...oh yes...I remembered, from no use to abuse in just a few hours, I was suffering from a sore fanny!

I cooked scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast and as I presented it at the breakfast table I got two turned up noses, "Mum...really! Don't you think we're going to see enough eggs in the next two hours?"

"Dawn darling, there are sausages and bacon in the fridge, you know how to cook them both for yourself but you'd rather wait for me to cook for you so make..."

Cut short, I had a stinging feeling between my legs and had to run for the bathroom where I sat on the toilet just as a large lump of jellified semen flopped out of my cunt. I applied a good dollop of soothing cream to my tender area and pulled on clean knickers, even though I really did need a bath after the fucking I'd taken the night before!

Sarah and Dawn were about to go over to home farm, they had to check on the poultry, make sure that there was enough cooling air flowing through the sheds, check on the water level and that the feeder hoppers were full. For the first time in years I went with them, they were like little scientists, the Sheldon Cooper of the chicken farming world...well, apart from the fact that they hadn't bothered to put on their protective clothing, they'd left their goggles hanging on the peg next to their gasmasks that they also hadn't bothered to wear or the coveralls that were mandatory when working with the feed additives. In the store room there was a stainless steel cement mixer, the kind that had a lid to close the mouth of the mixer before you started it running but that didn't look like it had ever been used in months either.

Sarah cut the top of a twenty-five kilo bag of corn seed and between them, my daughters lifted the bag and emptied it into the mouth of the mixer and then they started it rotating. Sarah filled a measuring jug with corn syrup and tipped the lot in on top of the tumbling corn seed, Dawn had the pot of oestrogen powder, she used a large spoon to dig into the pot and shook two heaped tablespoons full of the drug into the mix. I had to step back as a cloud of oestrogen dust rose above the mixer.

I remembered back to when I was sixteen and did a similar job down at Manor Farm, I'd worn all the protective clothing going and had mixed exactly the same feed for my chickens but I'd put everything into the mixer, then I'd fit the lid and screw it down tightly before starting the drum tumbling. Because I'd put everything in the mix in one go before starting it tumbling, it took a full hour of mixing before I could be sure that everything had mixed in thoroughly. After taking every precaution possible I had grown massive breasts and my periods had stopped after being regular as clockwork from my first period at the age of ten. No wonder that Sarah and Dawn weren't worried about getting pregnant as they were both taking so much more of the oestrogen in while mixing the feed and feeding the chickens.

I pointed out that they should have been taking all the safety precautions but they just said that it took too long if they did everything right. Because they started the mixer running before adding the syrup, everything after that went onto already wet seed and by slowly adding the various elements of the additions it all actually mixed thoroughly in a quarter of the time.

I actually helped them take buckets full of chicken feed from the mixer and took it into the hen house, walking ankle deep in young chickens to the feed station and tipping the bucket of grain into the hopper. It took me right back to my sixteenth birthday and the first time I'd walked through the hens, I was wearing a boiler suit and wellington boots back then, goggles and a breathing mask, latex gloves on my hands and a hat with a built in hairnet at the back. I'd never noticed the sharp beaks of the chicks pecking at me as I walked through back than but today, I was wearing trainers and a summer dress, no protective clothing of any kind, not even any knickers.

Sarah and Dawn had one last feed mix to prepare, a smaller quantity to feed to the one thousand hens in the laying shed, one thousand hens and one cockerel to keep all those hens fertile. There would be no oestrogen mixed in with the feed but there would be calcium to help the hens produce strong shells around their eggs. The hens sat on laying boxes, they each produced two eggs a day, the eggs would drop through the bottom of the laying box, they would be scanned, weighed and taken away by conveyor into the incubation room. Everything was automated for the first three weeks and then the tray of three week old eggs would be moved to the hatching room., two thousand chicks a day that would be dried out under infra red lamps for a day and then they would be moved on to the first rearing shed.

I heard the grumble of the Chevrolet engine in Ronny's Land Rover dragging a heavily laden calf transporter into Home Farm's yard. I rushed out to meet him...stopping myself demurely at the door of the feed station. Sarah and Dawn were already in the yard to greet their uncle. Ronny fixed me in the eye as he kissed and cuddled my daughters, he whispered, "You're getting bigger and bigger every day...what do you have on today girls?"

Ronny had an arm over each girl's shoulder and his hands were patting their bottoms through their thin summer dresses. I actually knew what they had on under their dresses, I was dressed exactly the same as they were and as Ron patted their bottoms I could see that there was just pink flesh under their thin dresses. Sarah said that they were planning on having a picnic lunch and a swim at Sandy Beaches later...she'd put a different interpretation on her uncle's question.

Ron grinned over at me, "Don't you have a good morning kiss for your favourite brother-in-law Vicky?"

I looked from Ronny's grinning face to my daughter's faces, they both grinned at me as they stepped away from Ronny's side. Ronny held his arms out to me, inviting me in to kiss him. as my lips met his he draped his right arm over my shoulder, his hand went straight down to my buttocks, his hand spamming both cheeks and he pulled my abdomen against his erection and as he did his right middle finger pressed the material at the back of my dress into the cleft between my buttocks. I pulled my lips off of his and looked over my shoulder, first down at Ronny's hand and then at Sarah's and Dawn's faces, their grins had widened considerably.

I cleared my throat and tried to wriggle my hips to shake his hand off of my arse but the movement just helped his finger to press in deeper between my bum cheeks and my abdomen ground against his rock hard cock. I managed to force myself to step back away from Ron's cock, I cleared the sticky phlegm of pent up emotion from my throat and managed to get, "Where did you pick the calves up from?" out.

"Derbyshire, there's a farmer selling his calves off cheap because he doesn't have the feed for them in this drought."

"You've been to Derbyshire and back already by this time of the day?"

"I hitched up the transporter as soon as you left me this morning and drove up to Derbyshire while the roads were quiet, I slept in the back of my truck for a couple of hours until the farmer had finished his milking. He has so little pasture left to feed his herd that his milk yields are down by thirty percent."

My shoulders were gripped from behind, "And talking of reduced milk yields..."

I turned to face my husband and gave him an embarrassed smile as his brother's hands slipped down onto my hips and pulled me backwards against his cock again, this time his dick was pressing into that space that his middle finger had been pressing moments earlier. I managed to stop my embarrassment showing too much in my face

"...I've had to separate out five cows this morning because of low yields, their tracker shows that they're spending most of their time walking around rather than eating...a sure sign that they're ready for mating."

Ronny butted his hips against my bum, pushing the lump in his trousers deeper between my legs as he said, "I'll call the vet in, he can inseminate the five cows and give my calves their medical checks at the same time."

Johnny nodded his head and thanked his brother, then he kissed me and said, "I'll get the rest of the herd back out to the pasture then."

Ronny kissed the back of my neck and whispered, "Want to come for a ride in my Landy?"

Johnny was less than six feet away from us, walking towards the holding pound behind the milking shed when Ronny turned me to face him again, "Well?"

"Where to?"

Sarah giggled and whispered under her breath to Dawn, "Probably just here in the farmyard if I know Uncle Ronny!"

I managed to peel my body away from Ronny's and herded Sarah and Dawn back home, I was talking more to myself than to the girls as I pondered, "I wouldn't have thought that the back of an old Land Rover would be comfortable enough to sleep in!"

Sarah kicked at a stone on the driveway absentmindedly, "Uncle Ronny's Land Rover has a double bed in the back, it's more comfortable in there than my bed."

"How would you know that Sarah?"

Sarah blushed, she looked over at Dawn and grimaced, then her shoulders sank a little, "Uncle Ronny let me and Robin use it last Friday evening when we were all at the Young Farmer's Club Disco."

I know that I should have asked her how she and Robin had 'Used' the bed in the back of Ronny's Land Rover while the rest of us were at the Young Farmer's Disco but I didn't because I didn't really need it spelling out. The main problem with living on a farm was that sex was treated so casually, animal husbandry was all part of the farm business, Sarah had been taught by her grandfather how to pick a ram to service our sheep at the age of around six, she knew how to feel a ram's balls to see if they were mature and healthy and had the fibre to service three hundred to four hundred sheep in one night. Sarah often picked which of her grandfather's stallions covered his mares and was always there when the mating took place so no wonder she was sexually aware and advanced for her age.

I made up the girls picnic and put it in our old wicker hamper for them but this time I made sure that they had towels in the hamper as well as swimming costumes. I walked out with the girls; they walked down to the river, their heavy picnic hamper on a hand trolley with fat tyres to make it easier to pull over the riverside path to Sandy Beach.

I saw Johnny guiding the cows to the high pasture, they had spent yesterday on the lower field, we had several advantages over the poor farmer in Derbyshire, our fields were in a valley that had thick alluvial soil deposits over heavy clay that helped to retain water in the summer, the farm in North Derbyshire was a thin soil over rocks so as soon as the summer started their grass pasture land dried up. We also had four times as much land as we needed for our dairy herd so we could rotate the cows around the fields to allow the grass to recover.

The lower field that the cows had been moved from were being spiked, Ronny and Paul were driving tractors with heavy drums behind that had six inch long spikes all over their surface, the roller and spikes would spread out all the cowpats left behind as well as open up deep narrow holes. The plan would be to spike the whole field during the afternoon and when the sun dropped below the line of the hills, a huge tanker full of water would be towed over the field, spraying water all over, drenching the field and filling up all of the holes left by the spiking.

Johnny's father drove up behind me with the farm's biggest tractor pulling the water bowser. He stopped at my side, "Vicky, are you doing anything this afternoon?"

"Nothing special Pa'...why?"

"Well, I was going to use this tractor to drive the pump to fill the water tank but now I need the tractor over at Manor Farm this afternoon as well, any chance of you nursemeaiding the small petrol pump to fill the water tank from the reservoir for me?"

Well, it wasn't really for him, it was for the farm, for Clarke PLC, the company that fed and clothed the whole family and anyone could sit at the side of a petrol powered pump, making sure that it runs okay, keeping it topped up with fuel, making sure that the filter wasn't clogged with weeds from the reservoir, even Dawn could do it so I nodded my head.

I was told to climb up into the tractor's cab at the side of my father-in-law, once the door of the hugely powerful tractor's cab was closed the noise of the massive diesel engine disappeared, the tractor had the latest 'Q-cab' technology.

Ron Senior set off again driving towards the reservoir; he looked over at me and smiled, "Young Ronny said that you had a little fun while you were on guard at the Southern Barn last night!"

Ron accompanied his comment with his hand slipping onto my knee, he looked all around, I could still clearly see my husband fussing around the cows as he guided them through the gate into their new pasture, I could see the two smaller tractors working on yesterdays pasture, rolling and spiking it. The bottom hem of my dress was being pushed up my thigh, my father-in-law didn't seem to care that we were a little 'On display' being so high up in our glass cockpit.

Ron Senior had exposed my thigh to the point that the wisps of ginger hair were on show to him, he looked from the stray hairs at the top of my thigh to my eyes and he gave me a broad grin, "Pity I don't have an hour to play with you up at the reservoir...maybe tomorrow, any chance of a blow-job on account darling?"

Well, filling the tank with water was for the good of the company but giving Ron a blow-job would only make him happy, I looked around nervously, 'Far to open!' jumped into my head, I wasn't a massive fan of oral sex but I'd taken two shots of Johnny's cum in my mouth in the previous twenty hours and I'd had his eldest brother's cock in my mouth but not his cum. Ron saw that I was looking around nervously at how exposed we were, he pulled his jacket off of the hook behind his seat and he wrapped it over my shoulders, pulled it up behind my head and then applied pressure on the back of my head.

I allowed my head to be pulled down to his lap and his open fly. Ron Senior's cock was similar to his eldest son's cock, a little more wrinkled and an inch longer but the massive mushroom was almost exactly the same. The bounce of the tractor as he drove along did most of the work for us, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth with every bounce. Ron's timing was exceptional; he filled my throat with his spunk as he pulled to a halt at the side of the reservoir. He produced so much spunk and it was so thick that it was difficult to get it all down into my stomach.

I was thanked and Ron kissed my cheek, he handed me a key, "Open the brick shed, the petrol pump is in there."

I unlocked the store room and dragged the portable pump out into the open while Ron reversed the bowser down to the water's edge. Ron jumped out of the cab and pulled the trailers vacuum lines off of the tractor to lock the brakes on and he disconnected the power line to the trailers lights.

There's an arrow stamped into the connector flange on the pump, the hose with the filter on it goes into the water. I linked up the pumps four inch hose pipes, dropped the filter in the reservoir and then I had to climb up onto the top of the water bowser and push the other end of the pipe into the empty tank. I'd have to move the feed line during the fill because the bowser had four separate tanks.

The tractor had a power take off pump that would have filled the bowser in around an hour and a half but the small petrol powered water pump was less than half the capacity so would take around four hours, it would need refilling with petrol every hour and the filler pipe would have to be moved about as often.

"Dad, where's the petrol can?"

Ron looked in the storage shed and grinned, "Your husband is safety mad, he didn't like the idea of leaving ten gallons of fuel up here in the shed in all this heat, I'll have to send someone up with the extra fuel, we've got an hour before you need it!"

Ron drove away in the tractor, leaving me pumping water up into the bowser, I was surrounded by fifty million gallons of water and didn't have a drop to drink, just the foul taste of my father-in-law's spunk in my mouth. I'd had the taste of spunk in my mouth now for so long that it stopped tasting so disgusting.

I could smell un-burnt hydrocarbons in the air from the pump, the mixture was a little on the rich side, it made the pump easier to start but it used up the fuel faster and also it would cause the spark plug to soot-up, that would eventually kill the pump and then I'd need to remove the spark plug, clean it and restart the pump again. I found the mixture screw under the carburettor and backed it off one notch. The air around the pump smelled a lot sweeter, the pump ran a little quieter and I wouldn't have to fill the fuel tank so often.

I was keeping an eye on the sight glass, the glass pipe that ran up the outside of the water tank to show the level of the water inside the section of the tank that I was filling. That section of the tank usually took an hour to fill with the small petrol water pump but the pump seemed to be working more efficiently with its weaker fuel mixture and it had filled the section of the tank in fifty minutes. I was in the process of returning the fuel mixture screw back to where it had been when I started the pump and I was about to kill the pump when I was distracted by the sound of an approaching quad bike.

I held my breath, wondering who my father-in-law was sending up to me with the fuel cans, it was obvious that Ronny had told his father that he'd fucked me and that I was acting like a bitch on heat. As I had just sucked my father-in-law's cock and I'd allowed Ronny to fuck me last night, I half expected Paul or Simon to be my father-in-law's chosen stud...'What the fuck'...

A water spout shot into the air from the filler point on the water tank, freezing cold water sprayed over a fifty feet radius, drenching me in my thin muslin dress. Cold shock caused me to stop what I was doing and it was a full minute before I pressed the engine kill button on the water pump.

I hadn't planned on being out, especially not up at the reservoir playing pump-woman so I had no towel or change of clothes. I climbed on top of the water tank, pulled the feed pipe from the first tank segment and then, as I lugged the heavy pipe over to the second filling point I looked along the track, the quad bike towing a trailer came into sight, my heart skipped a beat to see who was driving it and then disappointment set in, it was Johnny on the quad bike bringing me my fuel.

I climbed down the ladder and stood by the pump until Jo0hnny reached me, he had that massive, silly grin on his face when he reached me, "Pop told me to bring fuel for the water pump and fuel for you too, he sent you a bottle of his favourite wine as well..." Johnny stopped in his tracks when he saw just how much of my body he could see through my soaking wet dress, "...it's a good thing that my dad sent me instead of Paul or Ronny up here, I don't think you'd be able to fight either of them off if they saw you like that!"

My breath caught in my throat, "You don't think that your brothers would make a pass at me...do you?"

Johnny laughed out loud, "My brothers keep asking me if I can set you up for them, they're desperate to fuck you, all three of them!"

"Really...all three of them, Simon's a little too young for all that isn't he?"

"Don't you believe it, he's as randy as the other two put together!"

"And what about you?"

"I'm not as randy as my brothers, not as desperate for sex as them but seeing you like this, all soaking wet and your dress totally see through, I'm finding it hard to control my urges!"

"I already gave you two blow-jobs in the last twelve hours, you can't still need sex!"

"Seeing you like that had revved my engine back up again."

Johnny grabbed at his crotch and pulled his trousers to show off his erection through the material. I smiled at his action, more like his brother's or his father's actions than my husband's but it made me laugh as I looked all around to see just how private we were at the side of the massive red tank on wheels. Johnny was filling the fuel tanks on the pump unit and he started it by pulling on its rope starter.

There were three belches of blue smoke from the water pump and then it purred back into life as it had been earlier. I backed off the mixture screw to run the pump lean again. I was still looking down at the pump; I cleared my throat, "When you just said that Ron and Paul have been pestering you to set them up with me...what exactly were they asking you to do?"

"You know the kind of thing, get you a little drunk and make some excuse to get you out into the barn...or into a field...take you over to Sandy Beach for a swim in the lake...talk you into skinny dipping while they watch. Get me to start your engine for you and then let them take over."

"So what...you get me tipsy, get me naked and just walk away and leave me with your brothers...is that what they expect?"

"God no, they'd expect me to hang around to watch what they did to you."

I stood up, I'd been pretending to alter the mixture settings as we talked, even though any fool would have spotted that the engine's pitch hadn't altered since the first touch of the mixture screw.

I backed away from the water pump and my bum hit the front of the quad bike.

"Why would they want you to watch them screwing me?"

My heart was beating at a million beats per second now, it was the first time we'd really chatted about sex since we were first courting and we were working out the ground rules, including the question of fidelity, even back then Johnny had told me that he wasn't the jealous type and that I could have other lovers if I wanted to, if it would make me happy.

Actually, it wasn't so uncommon in my limited experience of men, out of five previous lovers before Johnny, two had told me that they weren't looking for an exclusive relationship but it had transpired that what they meant was, 'We want to fuck other women in front of you but we don't want you to let another man touch you!'

Since Johnny, my wild sexual past had been totally forgotten, I'd married the quietest man I knew, a man who was usually totally happy with a very minimal sex life.

Johnny joined me at the front of his quad bike, he was pushing his foot between my ankles, spreading my legs as he pushed me backwards. "Stop...what are you doing, the front of your quad bike is bloody filthy, you'll mess my dress up."

"Well, we're all alone here, just take your dress off, you wanted sex last night, have you gone off the idea today?"

I let Johnny pull my dress off and he threw it towards the trailer at the back of the bike, he pushed me back again, my buttocks were on his speedometer cowling, my lower back over the quad bike's fuel tank and my shoulders and neck on the padded seat. Johnny dropped his trousers and started to ease his cock in my cunt, I gasped with pleasure, "Why would your brothers want you to watch them fucking me?"

Johnny grunted as he slammed his hips against mine, drilling his cockhead deeper into my cunt. Johnny's cock was a little longer than Ronny's cock, about the same length as his father's cock but Johnny's cockhead wasn't anywhere near as fat as his brother's or father's cocks. I got the 'Huh' of effort from his lungs and then he said, "Ronny is sure that I'm not fucking you right, he wants to show me how you deserve to be fucked!" there was another 'Huh' as Johnny rammed his cock into me again.

I'd started to climax, more because of the image in my head of Ronny fucking me than the actual sex act, the mental image as well as my position. Johnny was a different man as he fucked me out in the open stretched over his quad bike, the usual five to ten minutes of frenetic fucking in bed and in the dark were right out of the window...much the same as we were. I was uncomfortable in my position but my orgasm was kicking that thought into touch but I think the thing that was keeping Johnny pumping into me for so long was the altitude of my cunt...being as I was bent backwards so far and my hips were so high that Johnny was on the tips of his toes as he fucked me and he kept slipping off the horse and having to start his gallop all over again.

We were still fucking as the second water spout fired up into the air, drenching us both in freezing cold water.

Johnny rolled away from me and ran to the pump, before I could stop him he'd hit the kill switch.

I rolled off the bike slowly and while Johnny refilled the petrol tank on the pump again I climbed up on top of the water bowser to move the filler pipe over to the third segment of the tank. I stood at my full height on top of the bowser, I could see right over to the field that Paul and Ronny were working in, getting the field ready for the water that I was pumping into the tank. If I could see them...they would be able to see me and for the first time in my life, I didn't care that everyone in the area could see my naked body.

Johnny was fighting the pump, he was pulling at the starting cord for all he was worth but the pump wouldn't start for him. I climbed back down from the tank and stopped Johnny pulling at the starting cord while I enriched the fuel mixture slightly, I gave the rope one yank and the pump started.

Johnny checked his watch, "The vet will be here in ten minutes, we'll have to take a rain check on our fun until tonight." Johnny left me naked and disappointed once again at the side of the water pump.

I hung my dress up to dry in the sun; I'd moved it outside the radius of the water spout because I expected at least two more geysers out of the water tank before I'd be able to walk home.

Johnny had brought me food as well as the bottle of red wine that his father had sent for me to share with Johnny; I ended up eating and drinking alone, in the nude, in the sun. I drank the whole bottle of wine to myself and ate very little of the food so when the third water spout went off I was very merry and ended up dancing naked in the shower of freezing water.

I went through the process of resetting the carburettor before pressing the kill switch and climbing up the ladder onto the top of the water tank, I moved the filler pipe to the next segment of the bowser and then I looked towards the farm. Both tractors had stopped working in the meadow, the spike drums were lined up by the main gate but the tractors were nowhere in sight. Another wave of disappointment washed over me...I don't know what I expected...what I'd hoped for...well, I did really, I was hoping that either Ronny or his dad would come and join me. Sex with my husband had been great, better than usual actually. Fucking out in the open, out in the daylight, seemed to have sparked something inside my husband and the sex stretched out over his quad bike had been...well, as good as it used to be BC.

I should have been well and truly satisfied sexually. I'd been fucked by my husband for a whole hour, a good fifty minutes longer than our usual lovemaking but...well...I'd tasted forbidden fruit...sex with three men who weren't my husband and I'd tasted my father-in-law's semen as well. God I'd had so much sex in the past twenty-four hours that I shouldn't need it again for a year but here I was, an hour after an hour long fuck with Johnny and I was wanting sex again!

Something at the back of my head whispered, 'Just like I used to be before I got married!' I sat in the sun ruminating on how I was before I married Johnny. I'd put my calming down to being married to a man with a low sex drive but it dawned on me, 'What if it was the chemicals I was exposed to when I was first at work?' I'd taken all of the precautions back then but after feeding the chickens I'd take all of the safety clothing off but there would be residue on my coveralls and I could have picked up small traces of the chemicals as I undressed and now that my daughters were being so casual feeding the chickens I could be picking traces of the same chemicals when I was doing the laundry. That could certainly explain why I was like a bitch on heat all of a sudden and why my breasts suddenly felt uncomfortable as if I were going through a growth spurt just like I did when I was sixteen!

The bowser was finally full and I'd dragged the pump back into the brick store room and popped what was left of the unused petrol in the shed as well. I locked the door and got dressed. I walked to Sandy Beach, I had no idea if Sarah and Dawn would still be there or not but I was on a sexual high during the whole walk at the thought of what might happen to me if I were caught in the willow spinney by one or more of the traveller men.

The beach was empty when I got there, I could see where Sarah and Dawn had been because of the flattened down area where their picnic blanket had been on the sand as well as the wheel marks of the trolley they had used to drag all of their stuff to the beach.

I went to the clearing in the spinney to see if there were any signs of sexual activity but the old mattress was missing. Now that was very confusing, had the mattress been moved to another clearing in the spinney?

I walked all the way through the spinney to the road side of the woods and as I got a good look at the lay-by area it was empty...sorry, not empty, there was a police car there with its blue light flashing blocking the entrance to the lay-by off and a council lorry parked in the lay-by clearing away all the rubbish left behind by the travellers.

I walked to the lay-by and spoke to the policeman who was stopping anyone driving into the lay-by while the workmen were cleaning up. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the way that I was dressed. As we spoke, he looked at my face once and from then on his eyes were flicking from my breasts where my areola could be clearly seen through the thin material and down to my pussy where the ginger triangle was beaming out through the thin dress.

"You must have worked quickly this time to get a court order to move the travellers on...I thought that you couldn't move them on for seven days while the social workers were looking into the travellers needs!"

"We didn't move them on...I was sent out here after we got a report from a local farm that some small but expensive items had been stolen, I told the travellers leader that I'd be here all night to keep a look out for any stolen property and while I was with their leader I got a radio message telling me that the police incident room would be here first thing this morning so there would be a permanent police presence here until the travellers left. The one thing that the travellers don't want is to be watched twenty-four seven so they moved on during the night."

"Sounds like we need an old caravan to be painted blue and left here to look like a permanent police station!"

I saw wheels turning in the police officers brain and he smiled, "Would be useful to have a caravan with a double bed in it so that we could have a rest while we're on a long shift...somewhere we could get some home comforts and a warm place to rest." He winked at me as he said warm place to rest.

"Well, I guess I'd better go and check the woods while the council men are here, yesterday there was some furniture that had been dumped by the footpath!" this time I winked at the policeman. He looked away from my body for the first time and over to the council workmen to see how much they still had to do.

He looked back at me, "I'd better come with you...we're still looking for a generator and three petrol chainsaws, if they were dumped in the woods as well, there could be finger prints on them."

My pulse rate raced as I walked with the policeman to the woods. I walked to the space where the mattress had been and pointed to the empty space, "There was an old bed here, looks like the travellers took it with them."

I felt his hand brushing against my bottom. "I think I might have seen two young men carrying a mattress to one of their caravans."

I stepped a half pace backwards so that his hand made firm contact with my bottom and then I looked down at the front of his trousers, "You look a little uncomfortable. I hate to have too many clothes on when it's this hot outside!"

I saw the smile on his face again, "I like to wear less in the heat as well."

"Well, it looks like you'll be here for at least another hour...perhaps you could get more comfortable over here in the woods."

"You look very comfortable in that thin summer dress...do you ever walk out in the woods with less than that on?"

"I'd have to be naked to have less than this on!"

"Well, there isn't a problem with that in here is there, as far as I know, the woods are classed as private property...just so long as you can't be seen from the footpath by the river!"

I gave out a little giggle and then pulled my dress off over my head...I would have done it from the age of sixteen to around nineteen but since I was around twenty years old I'd settled into a rather boring and mundane lifestyle of housewife and mother but suddenly...sex was on my mind all the time, just sex...didn't matter if it was my husband, someone I knew or even...like now, a total stranger!"

I gripped the bottom hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head in one go, I even hung it on the same branch that Dawn's knickers and bra had been hung on the day before.

I didn't undress the policeman, just his trousers to get his cock out into the open and I turned my back on him, leaned forward and gripped a sapling as he got in behind me and bent his knees to line his cock up with my cunt, he stood up quickly, impaling me on his cock and lifting my feet off the floor.

It wasn't a massive fuck, I reached my orgasm a moment before he did and my orgasm was probably the trigger to his own as I was very noisy. I hadn't even asked him his name, I had his epaulette number so I would be able to track him down if I needed too but it was unimportant who had just fucked me...just so long as I'd been fucked.

He was zipped closed and gone in sixty seconds, leaving me standing naked in the woods on my own with semen running down my inner thighs. I couldn't remember a man's jizz being that thin and watery before, not since school and the boys that used to jerk off or get jerked off behind the bike sheds at school.

'Okay...you've been fucked...so you can go home now satisfied!' that's what went through my head so why was I still in the willow spinney, just walking around the footpaths in the nude hoping for second helpings.

I gave up after an hour, the travellers being in the lay-by for the past few days had discouraged people walking on the footpath out in the woods so I just pulled my dress on and went home.

Johnny was in the living room, "Hi baby, I went down to the reservoir to collect you and saw everything was put away and you were gone."

"Yes, I took a stroll down by the river to see if Sarah and Dawn were still down there but they weren't."

"No, they were here when I got home making a mess in the kitchen, I told them that it was okay to listen to music in Sarah's bedroom...erm...that Finch boy was here, I told them it was okay if he went to Sarah's room with them...just so long as Dawn stopped in the room with them."

I said, "That Finch boy is Robin!" 'And Sarah won't care if Dawn is in the room with them, it won't stop her letting Robin fuck her!' went through my mind but remained unsaid.

I went into the kitchen to repair the damage my daughters had caused in there trying to bake cakes, well, they'd got as far as making the batter but it had separated out and looked terrible, I added a little flour and used the electric mixer to recombine the batter together. I then spooned the batter out into cupcake cases and popped them into a pre-heated oven to bake for twenty minutes while I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.

I got a jug of buttermilk and put it and three glasses on a tray with a dozen cupcakes and took them up to Sarah's bedroom. I was one glass sort, one of Robin's school friends was in the bedroom as well as Robin, Sarah and Dawn. Robin was two years older than Sarah so his school friend was four years older than Dawn but that wasn't stopping him sticking his tongue down her throat...well, at least they all still had their clothes on. I couldn't imagine what Johnny would have done if he'd deen his daughters out playing by the river with the traveller boys yesterday!

I was about to say don't let your father catch you snogging with boys in your bedroom but I changed my mind.

I looked through the fridge, I had quite a few things that were running full speed to their end dates, it would take a NASA scientist to work out an algorithm to ensure that everything got eaten without anything ending up spoilt. I wasn't really thinking a plan through but I suddenly worked out a way of having everything eaten without any of it going to waste.

I was drying my hands when I went into the living room, "Johnny, I've got a lot of food that needs cooking and eating, shall we have a little party?"

"Sure, who should we invite?"

"Just a few people, your mother and father and your brother's and their wives."

I saw a sly grin on Johnny's face, "Okay but it's a bit short notice, they might be busy."

"Well, just do the best you can, I'll start cooking up pigs in blankets and baking the pizzas we have left over."

I stood outside the living room door listening to Johnny on the phone to his father, "...Well dad, you could arrange something for mum and the rest of the girls to do tonight, there must be something on in town and get mum to invite Sarah and Dawn too, it'd be better if they were out of the house tonight and then you guys come round in two hours time."

I ran to the kitchen and started wrapping sausages in bacon and pinning it in place with wooden cocktail sticks.

"Bad news darling, Mum is inviting the girls to go out to a concert in Northampton tonight, she was going to invite you, Dawn and Sarah as well but I told her that you couldn't go because you'd be busy here cooking food for us."

I smiled inwardly and thought, 'If I'm still desperate for sex after the party I'm going to have to stop the girls working with the chickens!'

14,559 Words.

Click isabella-30-uk@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to comment on this, or any other story by Isabella.

Please help to support ASSTR by making a donation HERE