Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour 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.

Isabella's first infidelity
by Isabella

Published: 01 July 2009

Story Code: M+/F, Voyeur, Exhibition, Incest, Beast

I learned very early on in my relationship with James, my husband, that I couldn't trust his mother with any secret or confidence. Even before James and I married, anything that I told her was back with James before I had a chance to tell him myself. James's father though, well I didn't know about him, he seemed totally disinterested in anything that went on around him, he was totally absorbed in the TV or his computer. Because of the way I was brought up I had absolutely no friends, when James and I married we moved into an apartment in London, James was a high-flyer in the company that I worked in, he had met me when he stood in for our manager when she passed away, in just six months he turned a low to medium store to one of the most profitable in the company, then he was moved to head office in London, he asked me to marry him, well not exactly true, he asked my father and mother if he could 'walk out' with me, he made it perfectly clear that his intentions were to marry me as soon as he could, he had my parent's blessing before he even told me that he was interested in me.

James had a degree when we first met, a double first, business studies and theology, when he moved to head office he started a masters in business studies as an external student at Edinburgh University as well as his new job as deputy head of procurement. We married when James was half way through his masters, I still didn't have any friends and living in an apartment in London made me feel even more lonely and isolated, I worked in the Camden branch of the chain of stories that I had started out in when I left school, the same store chain that James worked in, that was until Amy came along in 2003, I met a few other new mothers in the area but I wouldn't have called them friends, Amy was James's present to himself for passing his MBA, he got a pay rise and a promotion into the marketing department. I, of course, had to give up work to look after our daughter, when Amy was fifteen months old James came home all bubbly and excited, he had been promoted to Regional manager for all the stores in the East of England, there were only four regional managers, London region, East of England, West of England and Scotland, Laura was his present to himself for his new promotion and freedom, freedom to run a multi-million pound business the way he wanted to run it and the freedom to travel around almost one hundred shops.

The apartment was getting a little small for the four of us, James was supposed to entertain as part of his job and although the company was willing to pay for restaurants, it looked far better on James if he could entertain occasionally at his own home. James began to search the eastern counties for a suitable home, When Laura was fifteen months old James came to me right in the middle of my fertile period, he wanted sex but I wasn't ready for a third child with two still under school age, I offered him sex if he used a condom but I knew he wouldn't accept that offer, he was a fanatical Roman Catholic and birth control of any kind was out of the question. James definitely had the hump, he had tried to persuade me to let him have sex, then he tried to bully me into it, then he tried blackmail, I was steadfast, I didn't want sex without protection for eight more days. At three o'clock in the morning I was suddenly awakened by a violent assault, James had moved me onto my back, he had cut the front of my night dress and across the gusset of my knickers, before he finally launched his body on top of mine, he held both of my hands together over my head in one hand and placed his other hand over my mouth, his knees on the lower half of my night dress held my legs down and his cock had free access to my pussy because of the large hole he had cut in my nighty and my cut-away knickers the net result came along in nine months, our first son, William.

We moved into a small village in Northamptonshire, one village away from where James was brought up and just a few miles away from where I was born, but we were still classed as outsiders by the rest of the villagers because we had brought the largest house in the village at a price that few local families could ever hope to afford. Anyway, to the point of my story, I had no friends; I was stuck in a small village with no amenities, no transport and no friends. When Amy started school and Laura moved into playschool I was really bored, I saw James's parents regularly, June, James's mother would take William to her house for the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the days that Amy and Laura were both at school all day, the idea was that I had seven hours to do housework, or go into town to shop. James's father, Ron, often popped around to see the kids while he was out and about, he had a farm machinery and supply company and was often passing by between meetings. I knew that whatever I told June would get back to James before her car left our drive, I wondered if Ron was the same, so I decided to tell him how lonely and bored I was. I was surprised when James didn't mention anything about my complaint when he got home, maybe I could trust Ron more than I thought.

Ron hadn't ignored my complaint about being bored though, he turned up one day with his tool kit and his old computer, he cleared a space at the back of the dining room to build the computer, he put a wireless network card inside it and ran a cable from the network card, through the window frame and up the outside of the house, he put what looked like a small TV arieal, on the eaves and he pointed the aeriel across the fields towards one of his nearby barns on his farm behind our house. Suddenly I was connected to the Internet and would always have something to do during the day.

Over the next few weeks I dipped in and out of the internet, Ron had placed a lot of links in the favourites list, there was a website that had over ten thousand knitting patterns, I wasn't big on knitting before visiting that site but knitting did soak up a lot of time and the site took a novice knitter right from the first casting on to ever more complex actions, there were even short video clips to show exactly how to do something, there was a forum where knitting related questions could be posted and it seemed that every question was met with a barrage of answers within minutes. There were also links to a series of sites under an umbrella of 'True Love Stories', I lost many hours reading 'Mills and Boon' styled stories of true love and romanse, you know the kind of thing, single man meets single woman, there is a lot of hand holding and shy looks, the story always had the couple standing in front of a minister before standing in front of the bedroom door and the story usually ended with 'He carried her across the threshold into the perfumed honeymoon suite, the door closed slowly and ...'! I didn't know if the three dots meant that they had sex three times but that was the place the story usually ended. There were other stories linked by Ron from the favourites menu, Ron had marked them as, 'Moderate Love stories', 'Advanced Sex Stories' and 'Very Strong or Taboo Stories' I opened one of the moderate stories, I was alone, the girls were at school and William was sleeping, I only read a few pages but stopped when I realised that I was blushing as I was reading the story, if the Moderate story made me blush what would the Advanced stories do to me, and what the hell could be in the Strong or Taboo stories.

Whenever I started the computer up a program called MSN Messenger started automatically, out of curiosity once I clicked on the MSN tab, it had my name at the top of the window, well not my name exactly, it had 'Isabella-30-uk@hotmail.co.uk'. There was nothing else in the window apart from two headings 'Available' and 'Off Line', it was all very boring so I didn't open it again, that was until the day that I turned the PC on and there was another window open, someone called 'whosanaughtyboythen@hotmail.com' wanted me to add him, I chose the 'OK' button, the MSN tab flashed so I opened it, now there was a listing under the 'Off Line' list, 'whosanaughtyboythen@hotmail.com' was now in MSN Messenger, as I looked at the MSN window the name disappeared from the 'Off Line' and reappeared on the 'Available' side of the line, then it changed to 'Mark Jonty', then another window opened all by itself, there was a picture at the top of the screen, young man, head and shoulders picture, there was another picture at the bottom of the screen, it looked like a green pawn from a chess set.

Mark and I chatted together, apparently he had searched through Hotmail for people living in the Northamptonshire area and had found my address from there, we chatted about inane stuff, what schools we went too, favourite colour, favourite music, favourite film, TV series, radio programs, all the things that I had missed exploring with my husband because we had known each other for two years before he asked me out so we sort of knew each other before we needed to get to know each other. I thought that we had been chatting for thirty minutes so when I realised that we had been chatting for three hours I was shocked, I had left William sleeping on the sofa at twelve o'clock when I had switched the PC on, he had finished his nap and had moved out of the living room, into the play room and was playing with all of the toys that his sisters would never let him play with if they were around, I made my excuses to Mark so that I could go and look after William, "Issy, before you go, can I see a picture of you?" That came as a bit of a surprise to me, out of the blue, "Sorry Mark, I don't have any pictures of me on the computer!" And with that I closed my screen.

William was happily playing with a nappy so wet that it had escaped out and soaked his clothes, he was so messy that I ended up having to bath him and change his clothes from head to toe, the bus dropped the girls off at the end of our drive while I was dressing William, I had done nothing of the list of things that I had planned for the afternoon, I had to change what I had planned for the children's tea as I didn't have time to cook what I had originally planned. James phoned, he would be home late, around eleven o'clock, he gave me a list of things he would need me to make sure that were clean and ironed for him as he would be going to Newcastle for a few days and needed a bag packing. After I put the children to bed and had made sure that everything James needed was packed into his case I turned the PC back on, it was just eight o'clock and before the screen had opened properly there was the message from Mark, welcoming me back, again we started chatting about the inane, Mark was a milk man, he worked four in the morning to around noon, when I had logged back on he should have been going to bed but he wanted to get to know me better as we chatted he changed the head and shoulders picture of him to a picture of him standing by his milk float . I felt very comfortable chatting to Mark, in real life I was so shy that I wouldn't dream of chatting idly with a stranger like I was chatting with Mark, I felt thirsty but I didn't want to break off the chat even for the few moments it would have taken me to make a drink. Again what felt like a thirty minute chat had taken the whole evening, I only terminated the chat when the lights from James's car pulling on to the drive lit the living room up and I had to say a very quick goodbye to Mark, I checked my watch, it was eleven thirty, chatting online was something of a time thief. Mark had again asked if I had a picture of me, "Nothing rude, just something I can look at to see who I'm chatting too!"

The next time Ron popped in to have a coffee and play with William and Laura for a few minutes I asked him if he had a digital camera as I would like a few pictures of the kids and me on the computer. When Ron said that he would pop in the next week I must have looked a little disappointed, it was Wednesday and I had two children at home it made sense to take the pictures on Saturday or Sunday while I had all three children at home, especially as I had made the comment about wanting pictures of me and the children on my computer but if Ron could only make it the following Wednesday I'd have to just keep apologising to Mark when he asked to see a picture of me.

After Ron left I had an hour's chat with Mark, I told him that I had asked my father in law to take some pictures but that he couldn't do it for a week. Then Mark sent me a picture of himself, he was on a foreign beach, brilliant sunshine and all he had on was a pair of swimming trunks, I thanked him for showing me his picture and apologised once again for not having any photographs to send him in return. On Thursday Morning June turned up to take William off of my hands as usual, I settled in to read a little, I decided to take a look at the more advanced stories, to see just what was so 'Advanced' about them. Advanced wasn't the word for it, unlike the true romance, 'they held hands and walked along the river bank, they said nothing, there was nothing to say, they were in love and simply being there together was enough!' The story I opened first had a short paragraph as an opening explanation, then went straight into the story... 'I was standing in the queue at the super market, I only had an hour for lunch and it looked like I was going to spend the whole hour in this damned queue, I heard a woman's voice behind me somewhere saying excuse me please, someone pushed me forward with their body, there was no place for me to go so I stood my ground, after a few seconds I reached behind me to push the person back, my hand pressed firmly against a man's rock hard cock. I suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed, I looked over my shoulder to apologise, that was until I saw the huge grin on the face of the tall young man behind me, I panicked slightly, I didn't really have time to wait in the checkout queue that seemed like it wasn't moving at all, so I bent down to place my shopping basket on the floor, as I did so I felt the rod on the man behind me being rubbed across my bottom, even being thrust against my crack as it passed over, I let go of my basket and left the store. As I reached the street I looked back, I needn't have bothered; I could almost feel the breath of the man on the back of my neck as I walked along. At the end of the supermarket he caught up to me, he took my elbow in his powerful hand and guided me into the alleyway leading to the car park at the back of the store, I was pushed into a recess in the long wall, an emergency exit from the store so that the doors could open outwards but not hit people walking in the alley. I was forced to my knees and as I looked up all I could see was the young man's rock hard cock, now bare, his trousers opened and underpants pulled down, he pushed his phallus against my lips hard, I tried to stop it forcing its way in but was unsuccessful, my hair was now wrapped around his fist and he was pulling my head hard against his groin, he had only one thing on his mind and that was to force the head of his cock as deep into my throat as possible before letting his spunk fly into me, all the while I could hear people walking to and from the car park behind the man's back!'

I almost jumped out of my skin, I was breathing heavily, sweating and blushing a deep red from what I was reading and had totally missed the sound of Ron coming in through the kitchen, he stood behind me and cleared his throat. I realised that I was sitting with one hand in my lap and might have even been touching myself inappropriately I was so engrossed in that disgusting story. Ron leaned over my shoulder and looked at the screen, "I liked that story a lot, you'll love the final chapter even more!" I took my hand away from my lap and went to turn the monitor off, Ron intercepted my movement, he pulled my hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it, as he kissed he was sniffing at my fingers, I didn't know just exactly what I had been doing with my hand between my thighs but the smile on Ron's face told me that it was probably more than I had intended to do. "I got the impression yesterday that you wanted me to come over and take your pictures sooner than next week!" I blushed even more than I had from reading the story, "So, who is it on the Internet that wants to see some photographs of you?" I had to gasp in air, how the hell did Ron know that I wanted the pictures for someone online?

Ron took out his camera and took a few photographs of me sitting at his old computer, then he asked me if I wanted to change into something more suitable, I didn't understand what he meant, "You know, something a little more revealing, something that will show off your charms better!" I couldn't believe that my husband's father would be suggesting something like that. "Has the guy sent you any pictures of himself?" I was very embarrassed, I wish that Mark hadn't sent me his picture, or that I was able to lie about it, instead I had to open my received files folder and show Ron Mark's photograph, Ron started to zoom in on the photograph, he had centred Mark's swimming trunks in the middle of the screen then zoomed in until Mark's cock seemed to fill the whole computer. "He looks like a big boy!" Ron was shocking and surprising me, especially when he asked if Mark had sent me a picture of him in the nude, he had the mouse pointer hovering over Mark's balls, covered of course by swimming trunks, then he followed the bulge outline of Mark's cock in a circle, it reached right up to the waistband of his trunks before turning back down again, my mouth was very dry now and my heart was beating so fast and so hard that Ron must have been able to hear it. "If it's that big when it's flaccid just imagine what it will be like when it's out in the open and excited?" Ron was looking at my face, he laughed at the shocked expression on my face. "I know that you're not really into nudity, I don't get involved but I listen to James and his mother chatting, have you actually seen him naked yet? Or has he ever seen you?" I shook my head, "So do you want to change your clothes so I can take some photographs that will interest Mark or not?" I couldn't speak, all I could do was shake my head shyly, "I'm sure that I've seen you in a pair of white satin trousers before!" I shook my head, "Too tight since I've had the children!" "I'll bet they would still look great, especially with that white silk camisole top that June bought you that first Christmas that you started going out with James, have you ever worn it?" Again I shook my head.

Ron took a few more photographs of me, he pulled me out into the garden so that he could take a few pictures of me in the sun, but more importantly standing up, he posed me this way and that, I realised that he was trying to show off my figure as much as he could, even though I always dressed to hide my body as much as possible. He kept talking about Mark looking at my photographs and getting excited, I don't know about Mark getting excited but I certainly was, I just wasn't use to this much attention, not from anyone, as I've already said, James and I didn't have the usual courtship, we didn't need to find out anything about each other, we already knew each other and James had been too busy studying or working to pay me a lot of attention but I had been happy with that at the time. Ron kept on at me and on at me, did I still have the white satin trousers? Did I still have the camisole top? Eventually I nodded my head, "I still have both, the trousers are too tight and I've never even tried the top on!" "Put them on, let me take a few photographs of you dressed all in white!"

I went up to my bedroom, I closed the curtains, stupid really, no one could see into my bedroom, I lived in a small village, on the edge of the built up area, it wasn't that I didn't want anyone else seeing me but that I didn't really like to see myself undressed, I took off my t-shirt and my jeans, I found the white satin trousers at the back of the wardrobe, I was about to step into the trousers when Ron knocked on the bedroom door, I literally crapped myself, I thought he was about to open the door. "Isabella?" "What?" "If your trousers are as tight as you say then you sould try putting them on with nothing under!" "I can't do that!" "Just try it for me! Oh and don't put a bra on under the camisole either!" "You go back down stairs please!" "OK!"

I stood waiting in just my bra and panties, waiting for Ron to either open the door or go back down stairs, when I heard the stairs creaking I don't know if I was disappointed or not, there was no doubt that I was turned on, Ron had taken me from the erotic fantasy world of the Internet story to the erotic reality of a man taking suggestive pictures of me, and now asking me to dress in a certain way for him. I took off my knickers and pulled the trousers on, the satin material that made up the trousers was very thin, it wasn't very comfortable but it did stretch to accommodate my lower body, very tight but I was in them, I then took off my bra and slipped the silk camisole over my head, I looked at myself in the mirror, even in the half light I realised that I was showing more than I would normally be prepared to show, in the privacy of my bedroom, never mind in front of my father in law. I chickened out, I pulled my dressing gown on top of the white top and trousers and went down to tell Ron that I had changed my mind. Ron however had spotted something in my subconscious, I was still wearing the clothes under my dressing gown, Ron told me that he understood, he made us a cup of tea, got me to sit in front of my PC, the picture of Mark's huge flaccid cock was there on the screen still, Ron must have been looking at it while I was changing, I can't remember exactly what Ron was saying to me but I could feel the heat building up in my face again as the hot blood flooded into the capillaries turning my usually pale but interesting complexion into a bright red mask, the heat wasn't only building in my face, it was heating up in the tight satin trousers I was wearing too.

Ron was back into busily talking me into letting him photograph me again, he tried to take a photograph of me sitting in front of my PC, I put my hands in front of my face, I really didn't want Ron to take my picture in my dressing gown, Ron was sweet talking me, he flipped the PC screen to the story I had been reading, he moved through the story to the final chapter, "Here read from here!" Ron pulled a chair up behind me, I was reading the story, the woman from the supermarket at the beginning of the story, she was with the stranger who had forced her to suck his cock in public and in the final chapter she was at a party with the man and he was making her do a slow strip tease for all of his friends, "Would you like to do that for Mark?" Ron whispered in my ear. A shiver ran through my body, I felt Ron rubbing my shoulders through the thick material of my towelling bath robe, my heart and pulse were both racing once again, I had a cup of tea and was drinking it but my mouth still felt dry, "I could baby sit for you one afternoon so that you could meet Mark if you like!" God, that comment made me jump, Ron's fingers massaging into my shoulders were no longer working hard through thick towelling, he had slipped the collar of my dressing gown open and was working his fingers into my bare skin. I was swallowing hard, the story had reached a climactic point, I closed my eyes and imagined that I was the woman in the story, her lover showing her off to his friends, offering her, offering me to them, for them to look, for them to touch, for them to fuck!

"Come on Issy, let's go in the garden and take a few photographs for Mark!" I allowed Ron to take me into the back garden, he took a few photographs of me in my dressing gown, then he got me to open the front and he took a few more pictures, finally I was standing in the open in just the tight white satin trousers and skimpy top, I was so excited that I was really glad that the top was lose so that it didn't show off my huge erect nipples, it felt like Ron had taken about a hundred photographs, all the time he was talking to me about what I could do with Mark if he were there with us right then, I don't know how he did it but Ron talked me into putting on my shoes and getting into his car. We drove to a pub, five miles away from our village, Ron took me inside, the place was full of men, mainly farm labourers, the pub was more a sawdust on the floor and spittoons in the corner kind of pub than a trendy wine bar. Ron took me into a corner table and fetched us both a drink, I didn't drink usually and tried to refuse the huge glass of white wine that Ron put down in front of me. Ron just kept up a barrage of sweet talk and pushed the wine on me, I was still totally in a fog of sexual frustration and excitement, my dry mouth and difficulty in swallowing caused by my highly aroused sexual state, even after drinking almost a half a pint of very strong white wine my mouth still felt dry.

The bar started to empty as the men went back to work, Ron seemed to know every one of them, they all said good bye to him as they left, one man, Shawn, tall, slim, muscular and very fit looking came over to our table, his eyes were fixed on me as he talked to Ron, he was standing up looking down on me, Ron saw that he was trying hard to see down the front of my loose camisole top, I felt Ron's hand between my shoulder blades, he was pushing the top of my body forward slightly, this caused my top to fall forward more, Shawn could now easily see down the front of my top, the first man in my life to look at my naked breasts, apart from my doctor of course, and I usually opted to see a female doctor whenever possible. "Well Ron, do you have time to pop over to the farm to take a look at the harvester and see if you can do us a deal on a new one?" "I'm sorry; I'm a little busy with my young friend here this afternoon!" "It's not like you to pass up an opportunity to make a sale Ron, she must be special!" "There's no sale, Old Bill will never fork out for a new key for the harvester never mind a new harvester!" "You make the offer; I'll talk old Bill into buying the damned thing! You can bring your young friend with you, I'm sure she would love to see the farm on 'stud day'!" Ron tipped what was left in his glass into his mouth, "Come on Issy, get that down you!" Ron nodded toward my glass, Shawn walked to the door and stopped looking back towards Ron and me, "What's 'stud day'?" "Don't you worry about that, just get the rest of your drink down you, Shawn is waiting!"

Shawn was sitting in a dirty old Land Rover, Ron opened the passenger door and told me to get in, luckily, or unluckily, there were three seats in the front of the Land Rover, I sat in the middle seat, Ron on my left, Shawn drove along the road, each time he changed gear he touched my legs, Ron whispered in my ear to slide forward slightly and to open my legs a little more. I could feel that my face was bright red again and I didn't do as Ron asked, he put his hand behind my bottom and pushed me forward slightly. Now when Shawn changed gear his hand came very close to my crotch, he rested his hand on my inner thigh, the material of my trousers were so thin that I could even feel the calluses on Shawn's hand.

At the farm Shawn led us into a paddock, there were four men there already, they were man-handling two huge horses, one mare, she seemed to be trying to get her bottom away from the other horse, a huge stallion, showing signs of his excitement. Ron took several photographs of me with the two 'dancing' horses and four attendants as a backdrop; Shawn was chastising one of the men, "I thought you said that she would stand today!" "She should stand, it's her time, she's just new to it that's all, she's just frightened!" I knew that feeling. Shawn started helping to hold the mare still, he called to Ron to lend a hand too, Ron took my hand and led me into the paddock, right up to the side of the stallion, the six men between them managed to get the two horses into position to mate and I was right there, watching from just two feet away, the stallion thrust forward a few times without any success, Shawn was pulling the mares tail to one side and said, "Come here Isabella, help the old boy to get in!" I just stood there shaking, I was frozen to the spot, just staring at the huge cock hanging down from under the stallion, "Isabella, come on girl, help him to get in before we lose her!" Shawn was shouting at me now, I just acted on auto pilot, I reached out and took the horse's cock between my hands, and it needed two hands to control the wild stabbing the stallion was putting into trying to get 'connected'. I had little real idea what I was doing, I was standing, legs straight, back bent, reaching under the stallion, suddenly his cock whipped out of my hands and up the mare's vagina, Ron had released the mare and was snapping photographs of me as I handled the horse's cock and it slipped into the mare, I realised that Ron was also taking pictures of my tits, which were very much on display as the lose front of my camisole top gaped open, Ron wasn't the only one who was showing an interest in my exposure!

The sex act of the horse is very powerful, mesmerising and fascinating but it is over in a flash, I was still bending forward with my hands under the stallion, close to its cock as he finished and his cock dropped out of the mare showering my hands and forearms with horse cum. The two horses trotted off happily together once the act was over, leaving six men, standing looking at me, still bent over, still showing off my tits but now not looking at a massive horse's cock pounding in and out of the young mare cunt, I was looking at my spunk covered arms. Shawn handed me an old sack to wipe my arms and hands with.

My head was spinning, I was still on auto pilot, Shawn took my arm and led me into the stable block, there were a line of small stalls and at one end a larger area that had been home to a horse drawn trailer before the farm was mechanised, there was a pile of straw bales that the four farm hands moved to make a kind of stage, one bale high and about four meters square, they then covered it with an old tarpaulin. Shawn led me over to the stage and pushed me on to it, Ron was taking pictures of me standing on the stage, all I was doing was standing there, the other five men were all just standing around looking at me as Ron took his photographs. Ron told me to pull the waistband of my trousers up a little more, I did as Ron asked even though it made the trousers more uncomfortable, the men all cheered and clapped, Ron told me to turn around, no he didn't, he said, "Give us a twirl Issy!", I turned my back on the men, I turned slowly and by the time I was facing the men again they were all staring between my legs, pulling my trousers up had pulled the thin satin into my pussy, it looked like I had a pair of saddle bags hanging down inside my trousers, I also saw a rather telling wet patch spreading out from between my legs, as I bent forward to look at the wet patch growing my top fell forward again showing my tits off again, not that anyone but Ron was looking, looking and taking photographs.

"Top!" "Top!" "Top!" "Off, off, off!" The four labourers were chanting over and over, I froze again, I was starting to worry that I was the only woman in the stables and there were six men getting over excited, six men and me. Ron passed his camera to Shawn and joined me on the makeshift stage, he came behind me and began to massage my shoulders again with his powerful hands, he dipped his head down so that he could whisper in my ear, the chanting of the four men was starting to deafen me, "What's the problem Issy? They have all seen your beautiful tits already, most of them have seen them twice just down the front of your top though so why be shy now, just let them see you properly, I promise that I won't let anyone touch you that you don't want too, and no one will go further than you want them to go, OK?" Ron didn't give me a chance to think of an answer, his lips began to brush against my ear sending thousand volt shocks through my body, as he kissed his way down my neck his fingers massaging my neck were moving the shoe-string straps of my camisole top out towards my shoulders, I wanted to stop him but I was mesmerised by the flashing of Ron's camera as Shawn used it to take photographs of Ron slipping the straps of my top over my arms allowing it to fall past my waist and on to the floor. I was now standing topless in front of five men with my father in law slowly raising my arms, my top lay around my feet like a silk puddle, my armpits are natural, as soon as the men saw the hairy tufts they began stamping their feet and wolf whistling, one of the labourers shouted out loud, "Is your cunt that hairy too?" Ron made me grasp my right wrist with my left hand above my head, then he started to run his hands down my arms and onto my body, he was still standing behind me kissing the small of my neck and now his hands were massaging my breasts, Shawn was firing off photographs as fast as the camera would allow, Ron's hands were now slipping down over my stomach, down to the button holding the top of my trousers closed. It took just a second for Ron to have the button and zipper open, it took a little longer to roll the tight fitting legs down, my foot was lifted and placed outside the pool of cloth that had been covering my body, my hands were still locked above my head where Ron had left them.

Totally naked, standing in front of five men all shouting at me, all vying for my attention, an attention that frozen to the spot as I was, I was unable to give them. Ron's fingers were toying with the hair between my legs, he was whispering in my ear again, "Are you in your safe period or are you fertile?" I was shocked out of my frozen stance, my arms dropped to my sides, "If it isn't safe then no one will fuck you!" I did the mental calculation and then turned to look at Ron, "Fertile period, slap bang in the middle!" Ron looked disappointed and then his hand slipped between my thighs and he began to masturbate me, and he wasn't doing it the way that I did it to myself when frustration got the better of me, he was doing it violently, no, harder, fast, fingers inside me as deep as they could go, he found a spot deep inside me that I never knew existed, high on the roof of my vagina, lots of pressure and rapid movement, my back was to the 'audience' and Ron had taken me to such a sexual high that I was actually fucking his hand, trying to match the feeling deep inside my body with a little extra clitoral stimulation too, Ron was kissing me on the lips too, deeply, passionately, tongue fighting mine inside my own mouth, Ron was nothing like his son, James must have got his religion from his mother because there was no way that Ron was religious, well it felt like he was a god, the way he was making me feel, the stables were silent now, expectant men staring at my back as my hips pounded against Ron's hand and body.

Ron kissed his way round to my ear, and he whispered again, "You want to give a few of the guy's a blow job?" I pulled my head back away from him, I turned to face him and I started to say that I had never done anything like that but Ron pressed his finger against my lip, "I know that you've never done anything like that before, if you don't take their cum in your cunt they will expect you to take it in your mouth!" "You said that you wouldn't let them do anything to me that I didn't want them to do!" "If you don't give them a blowjob they might put you to work on one of their animals to get their kicks!" Ron kissed me on the lips, then he patted the side of my face and walked back to the men. He explained to the men that they wouldn't be able to fuck me but that they could use my mouth this week, he turned to look at me and said, "I'm sure if you give her a good time she'll be a regular and willing feature at 'stud day' in the future!"

The men all got into a huddle; Ron took a few more pictures of me in the nude as they discussed things, then Shawn left the huddle, he held out his hand to me, I took it and he helped me down off of the platform, he began kissing me and his hand went between my legs, he wasn't anywhere close to the fingering expert that Ron was but he was a more passionate kisser. I watched as two of the men removed one of the straw bales from my stage, they covered the straw with the piece of sacking that I had wiped my hands on earlier, Shawn moved me slowly backwards and eased me down so that I was sitting on the edge of the straw bale, as Shawn broke off our kiss he had already dropped his trousers, he stood up and right in front of my eyes he seemed to go on forever, I had never seen a man's cock in real life, I had felt James's cock with my hand and felt it between my legs but Shawn's cock seemed to be twice the size of James's at least. Shawn pulled the foreskin back on his cock and pushed it toward my mouth, I opened for him, then I had to pull away, there was fluff on Shawn's cock head, the fact that he was wearing jeans without under pants didn't help at all, after de-fluffing my mouth I moved back into position, Shawn filled my mouth, he was giving me directions on what to do, my teeth kept touching his cock which he didn't like, then he pushed his pelvis forward, stabbing his long cock against the back of my throat, I gagged and pulled away, "God you're fucking useless at this!" Shawn said, he put his hand on my forehead and pushed me onto my back, I crashed down hard, my bottom was right on the edge of the bale at one end and it only just reached my shoulders at the other. Shawn rushed around to the other end of the bale, he forced my head back against the end of the bale and pushed his cock back into my mouth, now it wasn't so much that I was sucking him, more that he was fucking my face. I felt a course rope being tied around my right ankle, my right wrist was then added into the knot, the rope was passed around the end of the straw bale, under my head, then my left wrist was tied to my lift ankle with the same rope, my legs were being pulled back and away from the bale, then a mouth clamped down onto my cunt, whoever it was doing oral on me was an expert, alternating between licking as deep as his tongue could go, then moving to put maximum suction directly over my clitoris, as he sucked my clit out from under its protective hood I got electric shocks, not thousand volt shocks this time, million volt shocks, even though I was tied down my body was trying to free itself from the bale, the mouth between my legs stopped delivering it's pleasure assault and whoever it was delivering that pleasure said, "God look at her go, it took a while to free her clit but now it feels like a little cock in my mouth, somebody get the portable milking machine!"

As Shawn was fucking my mouth, from time to time his cock head hit the back of my mouth and crashed violently into my epiglottis, each hit made me feel like I was going to choke to death but as each assault hit rapidly, one after the other the feeling of gagging and choking reduced. As I relaxed more I felt the heat of Ron's camera flash on my shoulder, he had turned his attention from my lower body and was now just inches away from my face photographing Shawn's cock pounding into my mouth. I could hear the strain in Shawn's breathing now, he was close to his own climax, I had never known it to take so long for a man to ejaculate, James never took longer than thirty or forty seconds from his cock entering my vagina to him rolling off of me, and he hardly changed his breathing pattern while he was doing it. Shawn suddenly raised himself on to his tip-toes, his body fell forward forcing the back of my head hard against the end of the straw bale and his cock slipped an inch or so down my throat, the size of Shawn's cock entering my oesophagus caused my wind pipe to be crushed blocking off my Oxygen supply, everything seemed to go quiet, I could still feel the rhythmic pulse of heat on my face as Ron snapped pictures as fast as he could. I felt Shawn's cock swell slightly at my lips, there seemed to be a wave rippling along the length of his cock, something was travelling at speed along the length of his pipe, at the tight restriction where Shawn's cock shaft passed my epiglottis it seemed to be held up, I felt the second wave pass my lips and start its journey while the first was still trapped at my throat, when the two waves crashed together I felt my throat widen and there was a blast of heat deep in my throat as a high pressure jet of Shawn's sperm blasted out of the end of his cock, the third, fourth, fifth and sixth wave raced into my mouth and beyond, "Oh God, oh God! Take it all you bitch, yessss!" Shawn tried to keep his cock fixed in my throat but as his erection began to wane the muscles at the back of my throat expelled it, there were two further little hiccups of spunk as Shawn's climax subsided, I had never tasted anything so disgusting in all my life.

Shawn pulled his cock out of my mouth, I wanted to spit out the disgusting slime that he had deposited in my mouth but before I could another cock was pressing against my lips and forced into my mouth, the second cock wasn't anywhere close to the length of Shawn's but it was almost twice as fat, it was straining my jaw just to open my mouth wide enough to let it in, as he started slowly fucking my face I felt something cold and hard touch my clitoris, then I heard the sound of a milking machine starting up, nothing in the world has quite the same sound, suddenly there was pain then pleasure as the thin pipe that had its milking cup removed started to drag my clitoris inside with a lot of force. It didn't take the second man long to cum, there was only three jets of sperm but each jet totally filled my mouth, as his cock was so fat the only thing I could do was swallow, and I had to swallow quickly before his spunk choked me or worse, returned to the world down my nose. My mind was totally off the disgusting taste and the slimy feeling of the sperm, I was crashing from one climax and into the next caused by the mechanical sucking machine, it felt like I would have levitated off of the straw bale if I hadn't been tied down the way I was.

The third and fourth men used my mouth in much the same way as the second, I expected the fifth to do the same but there was a break in proceedings, The fifth man was Tom, he stopped the milking machine and pulled the pipe off of my clitoris, he propped an upside down bucket under my head to take the strain off of my neck, he was stroking my forehead as if he really cared for me, he talked to me for a few minutes while my muscles all calmed down from their orgasmic spasms and my breathing and heart rate returned to normal. When Tom was satisfied that my body had stabilised itself he eased the bucket out from under my head, "Right Isabella, take three deep breaths, as deep as you can then hold it in on the third!" I followed Tom's instructions, as I took my three breaths Tom removed the bucket and lowered my head slowly, Shawn moved to my side and he took a hand full of my hair, he pulled my head back so the back of my head was fixed against the end of the straw bale, as soon as the third breath was in my lungs Tom struck, his cock fired into my mouth, in one shot his cock head passed my epiglottis and lodged deep in my oesophagus , then he fucked my mouth with very rapid, short strokes, something like the speed that rabbits would mate. As soon as his cock head settled in my oesophagus my wind pipe was closed off, after a minute I began to panic, if Tom hadn't pinned my head back I would have been trying to move my head so as to shake his cock loose and let me take a breath, I heard Ron once again snapping photograph after photograph, he wasn't only taking pictures he was timing events too, "Tom, ninety seconds, if you're not close you have to give her a breath!" Tom said through gritted teeth and panting for breath, "Close, very close!" Then there was a guttural growl in Tom's throat, things were starting to lose colour, the world around me was turning very gray, then there was a stream of spunk, not short spurts like the others, a long steady stream, much as I would imagine it feeling if Tom were peeing rather than climaxing, Shawn whispered, "Next time you come, you need to masturbate Tom and see just how far his 'Jiz' shoots when he cums, and he cums a bucket full too!" Shawn was whispering but he was starting to fade out on me, then, almost as suddenly as Tom's cock invaded my mouth it left, there was still sperm running from the end of his cock, enough to fill my mouth and leave a trail right across my face, then he pulled his hand from his balls to the head of his cock and deposited all that was left in his pipe across my breasts. I began to gasp for air and sounds and colours started to return to my world.

Shawn untied me and as I sat up he was holding the bucket in front of me, as I sat up my stomach felt like there was a volcano going off inside it, then I vomited uncontrollably as five men's semen mixed with the acid in my stomach and made for the exit as fast as it could. "Have you ever sucked a guy's cock before?" I shook my head, Shawn patted my shoulder, "Well, well done, sterling performance for a first timer!" I looked at Ron, I was confused, why had he brought me here to the farm to be used by five men if he wasn't going to join in himself, a shiver ran through my body, Ron was my father in law and I was disappointed that he didn't want to fuck my face, what had happened to me in so few hours? The truth was though that it wasn't just the few hours, I had been reading 'Romance' stories on the Internet and talking to a very good looking young man. And then I looked down between my legs, I had a tiny cock where there used to be a tight hood holding my sensitive bud back, there was another huge change, I was looking at my clothes and wasn't rushing to put them back on as soon as I could, I was more than comfortable being naked in that smelly old barn with one fully dressed father in law and five half naked farm labourers.

Two men left the barn, still naked from the waist down, Tom brought me a drink of water and a cloth to wipe his sperm off of my face, neck and breasts, Tom then sat on the straw bale that I had been tied too and pulled me onto his knee, he was kissing me and using his fingers to bring me to another climax. Course bread, butter and cheese from the farm's own dairy were brought in by one of the men and the other had a huge pitcher of ice cold cider, I was given a half pint glass of cider to drink, the alcohol going into my throat caused a burning sensation until my throat was anesthetised by the alcohol.

I couldn't help laughing as we all sat around eating bread and cheese and drinking cider, all very civilised, that is until you looked and saw the men were naked from the waist down and I was totally nude, after the snack the men all stood in a circle discussing something that I was obviously not included in, I began to laugh again, all I could see were three bare bottoms facing me, Ron looked over at me, he had a concerned look on his face, I heard him say, "No, not that, not if you want her to come back next week!" Tom started to scratch his bottom causing another little fit of laughter from me. Shawn then clapped his hands together, "It's settled then, cream shower it is!"

The group dispersed and two of the men came and stood either side of me, Shawn and Tom were carrying what looked like a vaulting horse or a pummel horse. I was grabbed and carried to the straw bale that I had sucked five cocks on, as I was held down the wooden horse was placed over the top of me, my wrists were tied to the legs at one end and my knees were tied to the other, Shawn reached under the horse and unscrewed what looked like a very large stainless steel vacuum flask, "This is the collection housing, it usually has a sterilised liner inside it, I realised that the end directly above my face looked like the back half of a horse, the huge collecting jar even looked like a steel cock. Shawn rubbed cream from a tube on the back of the vaulting horse, "This is ninety percent lubricant with ten percent pheromones!" There was a lot of noise at the far end of the stable, the end where the small stalls were housed, Ron came into view, he had his mobile phone to his ear, "Hello, I'm a little stuck at the moment, you know how James told us that Isabella was bored at home all the time.......Yes well, I had a call to make next to Meadowhall at Sheffield so I thought that I'd take Isabella to look round the shops while I did my business.....no, I should have easily got to Sheffield and back in five hours but I got a call to look at a harvester in Manchester, now the farmer wants me to give him a firm price in part exchange for a new harvester, it's going to take me three or four hours to do the inspection and the paper work on a new harvester. So can you pick up the girls from the school bus and keep them at home with you, I'll have to book us into a hotel up here for the night...... no I'll ring James, he can sleep in his old bed with William and the girls can sleep in the spare room!" Ron's voice was drowned out by the sound of horses hooves, a heavy horse, I looked in the direction, it was a huge black Clydesdale stallion, as it came into the large area it suddenly threw back its head and flared its nostrils and let out a loud whiney. The horse was now dragging the men leading it, eventually they just had to let go of it, it jumped on the back of the vaulting horse above my head, Shawn assisted it with its aim and suddenly there was the horses cock directly above my head.

Call me naive but right up until it happened I didn't understand what was going on, I could see the cock of the Clydesdale, as it fucked the artificial mare, with every thrust of the horse's cock it seemed to be getting closer and closer to my face, it crossed my mind that I was going to be expected to suck the horses massive cock, then there was an eruption, the horse had only been on the artificial mare for twenty seconds or so, his spunk hit me from the top of my head to the tip if my toes and formd a thick film that covered my entire body, someone moved in quickly and scooped horse cum out of my eyes and nose and wiped over my mouth, two men led the horse away and one cleaned down the artificial mare, then the mare was lowered slightly, another stallion was brought in and repeated the spunk shower, this time there was far less spunk. I was untied and the artificial mare was removed, I was helped to my feet where I stood, frozen, legs apart, arms away from my side, the disgusting feeling of thick cum rolling slowly down my body. Shawn took my hand and led me into the paddock at the rear of the stables, he used a cold water hose to rinse the horse cum off of my body, when he came to rinse my pussy he pinched the end of the hose to turn it into a powerful jet that he aimed directly at my still elongated clitoris and I rocketed off into another climactic orbit. A large bath towel was provided for me to dry myself off; I managed to give myself another orgasm just from drying between my legs.

I dressed in my very tight trousers and very loose camisole top again, just walking with the tight material of my trousers pressing against my seemingly permanently engorged clitoris was like walking along a pair of electricity cables, live under my left foot and neutral under my right, the electricity meeting dead centre.

I kissed the four labourers and allowed them one last feel of whatever they wanted to feel, then Shawn drove Ron and me back to the pub, "You better make sure that I get that new tractor order after this Shawn!" "The tractor order depends on what happens next week on stud day!" Both men looked at me, so I was part of Ron's sales team whether I liked it or not. I kissed Shawn and promised that I would be there the following week if I could make it and then Ron drove me to Milton Keynes.

We went to a small beauty parlour, I got lots of funny looks from the women working in the shop because of the way I was dressed and the fact that I was with a man who was old enough to be my father, Ron instructed them to wash and style my hair, they could deal with any split ends but they couldn't reshape or cut it in any way and to give me a facial and light make-up, Ron didn't want me to have to answer any difficult questions from James the next time I saw him. Ron left me in the beauty parlour for ninety minutes while he did a little shopping of his own.

Ron had a carrier bag from 'Where the Girls Are', that worried me slightly as I would never go in that shop, I would never dress in any of their clothes in the past. Ron also had a bag from 'Ann Summers', I blushed just from seeing the bag, I blushed more when I saw the beauticians giving each other 'knowing' nods. "Do you have a room where my daughter can get changed?" Ron was directed to a small changing room at the back of the shop, Ron took my hand and led me to the room, he sat on the seat in the room and told me to undress. Ron put the bag from the sex shop to one side; I had expected it to contain ridiculous underwear but if it did it wasn't for me, Ron took out a white Lycra top, in his hands I thought that it would have been just slightly too large for my six year old daughter, "That won't fit me!" "It will, put it on!" I pulled the neck hole over my head, struggled to pull the material wide enough for me to get my arms through the arm holes and struggled even more to get the front down over my breasts. The top only went an inch below my breasts and as I stopped pulling it down the material started to pull its self back to as small as it could, it pulled and supported my breasts like a sport bra, I realised that it was more like a running top for a female marathon runner, it would hold my breasts in one place no matter how fast I ran or high I jumped. Perfect for a sports woman but not for wearing at six o'clock in the evening in Milton Keynes, the bottom was a two inch wide Lycra band with a disk of material sewn onto it. I had spent most of the two years since giving birth to William trying to get my figure back, I had done it after each birth, I, completely without foundation, had thought that the reason James didn't come near me after we knew that I was pregnant was because he was put off by my swelling belly, so as soon as I could I began to work out, by the time I had a totally flat stomach James would start having sex with me again, that reinforced my thoughts that James was put off by my fatness during pregnancy, I had missed the fact that it was fifteen months rather than the flatness of my stomach that attracted James, he wanted all of his children to be born two years apart, when I slipped the skirt on I positioned the tight band on my stomach but the disk of material didn't actually cover my hairy bush, I had to pull the waistband down to my hips so that the hem covered my bottom and pussy. Because of my very flat stomach the waistband pulling tightly on my hips meant that it didn't actually touch my stomach at all, if you stood close enough to me you could see my feet between my body and the skirt that Ron wanted me to wear.

Ron took me from the store, dropped my dirty clothes off at his car then took me down the High Street, everyone was looking at me because of the inappropriate way that I was dressed for late afternoon in the town centre. We went to a little restaurant where we were treated like royalty, every member of staff came to our table including the guy that washed the pots, just to get a look at me and the way that Ron had dressed me, Ron deliberately made the meal last as long as possible so that I was on show for as long as possible. Even though I was embarrassed, it was an incredible turn on to have so many men staring at me in the restaurant, so many men who wanted to fuck me, at nine o'clock we headed for my house, we drove past Ron's house, James's car was on the drive and the light was on in James's old room, then we carried on to the next village where James, I and the children lived.

It took Ron no time at all to convince me to let him fuck me without a condom; the list of reasons for allowing him to fuck me was long, but the two that clinched it for me were, 'Because Ron was James's father, if he made me pregnant, the child would be genetically close enough to my other children so that it wouldn't stand out' and 'If you don't want another child I'll take care of it so that you don't have one'! Ron was as different a lover from his son as chalk and cheese, James was an: in the dark, dressed in night clothes, in bed only, missionary position kind of lover, Ron was definitely a lights on and totally naked kind of lover, James would only fuck until his climax then it was all over, Ron would build me up and just before the point of his climax he would alter to using his mouth or fingers so that he could relax before fucking me all over again. At one point Ron had me propped up on a pile of pillows so that I was looking down at my own pussy as he knelt between my legs using his hand to move the tip of his cock rapidly back and forth across my clitoris before telling me to look closely as he plunged his cock deep into my cunt totally blowing all of my fuses, "Just imagine what it would look like if you let me shave you, then you could see every inch of my dick going in instead of losing sight of it in your forest!"

We had to get up early in the morning in case James called in at home before going to work, I had to dress in the clothes that Ron had bought me again in case James spotted that different clothes had been taken, it also gave Ron the chance to show me off again at a local transport cafe where we went to have breakfast, the cafe was on the A5, it had a huge car park where the truckers spent the night sleeping in their cabs, as Ron had expected, me being dressed in such revealing clothes was causing a lot of interest from the few truckers up at that time of day. One trucker asked if he could join us at our table, even though there were plenty of unoccupied tables, there was a lot of small talk, lots of leering from the trucker, he was trying hard to see down the front of my skirt, as hard as I tried to hide it there was hair visible from above. Then Ron took me by surprise, "You can take her to your cab for twenty minutes, strip her naked and she will give you a blow job for fifteen quid!" "What about full sex?" "No, just naked and blow job this time, maybe next time she will be ready to fuck as well!" I watched as the trucker handed over three five pound notes to Ron and took my hand dragging me off to his truck. I was naked almost before my bottom touched his seat, then before he gave me his cock to suck he took a picture of me sitting naked on his bunk, he added the picture to a text message that said," A5 overnight stop north of Milton Keynes, £15 for oral" When the send to option came up he selected all contacts and sent the message, "That will cost me a fucking fortune sending that message so you'd better be worth it!" As I closed my mouth over his cock I could hear the sounds of nearby mobile phones announcing that they had received a picture message. I put all of my newly acquired cock sucking skills into bringing the trucker off as fast as possible, just as his balls started pumping his juice into my mouth Ron was knocking at the door, "Hey, come on, time's up, if you want more fun it'll cost extra, and there's a queue out here!" The trucker opened his door to prove that we were finished, Ron snapped his fingers and told the trucker to pass him my skirt and top, "She won't need them; it will just slow things down!" I was pulled out of the cab, totally naked, into the cafe's car park, fortunately the crowd of truckers prevented the car's driving along the A5 from seeing me naked, then Ron took fifteen pounds from each trucker in turn and I just knelt on the cinder surface and sucked one trucker after the other. Ron was distracted for a split second and as his watchful gaze left me I was pulled to my feet and one trucker fucked me from behind as another forced his cock deep into my throat, I was struggling to free myself but other truckers joined in and held me in place, Ron realised that he had been tricked and I heard his mobile phone click as he took a photograph of the men abusing me, then I heard three identical tones on his phone, "Hello Police, I think there is a young girl being gang raped by a bunch of truckers in the overnight truck stop just north of Milton Keynes on the A5, I've sent a photograph of it in to the crime stoppers email address!" Then Ron walked along the line of parked trucks taking photographs of the front of each truck, when the truckers had finished with me they threw me to the floor and rounded on Ron, "Don't be rash guys, this is three-g, the photographs aren't in the phone they are online!"

The truckers all split as fast as their eighteen wheelers could move, Ron threw me my clothes and as I dressed several of the drivers passing on the A5 could clearly see me, clearly from the way they were swerving from side to side as they tried to get a better look at what they thought they had seen. Ron pushed me into his car and managed to squeeze the car across the crowded A5 and down a 'B' road almost opposite the cafe, as the A5 disappeared from the rear view mirror, two police cars screeched across the A5 trying to stop the last few truckers from leaving the cafe.

"You better take me home now; you're dangerous to be around in public!" "Did that trucker cum inside you?" I nodded my head, Ron wiped his mobile phone on his trousers and threw it out of the window of the car, I looked puzzled, "It must have been stolen last night, or at least that's what I'll tell the police when they finally track me down!"

Ron didn't take me home, instead he took me to a friend of his who was a doctor in Northampton, there I was given the morning after pill and a birth control injection, Ron told me that I only needed to be on it until William started school then I could start popping out babies all over again to keep James happy!

Ron dropped me off at home and we had sex once more, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the back garden and the shower before Ron went back home to his wife and my daughter Laura and son William, he gave me the rest of the day to sleep and recover before he would bring my children home, he left me with a parting comment, "I'll make sure that you have a few nice clothes before stud day next week!" And then he left.

I do hope that you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It is all fiction, well the sex parts are, please remember only a fool would engage in unprotected sex with strangers and only an idiot would go out with Ron my father in law;-)

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