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Read part 1 of this story here My Father's Birthday Present

Read part 3 of this story here After The Clay Pits

Down at the Clay Pits
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, g/g, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Oral

I heard my mum and dad get up and was about to join them for breakfast but Emma wrapped her arms around me and pulled me back against her, she kissed me and we both went to sleep again. It was past nine o'clock the next time I opened my eyes and the house was totally silent.

I got up and had a drink of orange juice and Emma bounded into the kitchen, "What's it look like outside? Is it going to be a hot day?" I looked to the window, the sun was bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, "Looks like it's going to be very hot, not a bit like last year, didn't we have snow on the first day of the summer holiday last year?" Emma giggled, "It rained every day for the first week and it rained most days of the summer in twenty-twelve."

Emma opened the back door and stepped out into the garden in her see-through nighty, her face turned up towards the sun and her arms stretched out on either side of her body, "God, this sun is fabulous, we've got to go to the clay pits right now, before any clouds pop up and spoil the day."

I was trying to convince Emma that we should have breakfast before deciding on what we were going to do with our first day of the school holiday. Emma dragged me up to my bedroom, "Where's your bikini?" "I don't have one." "You do, I saw you wearing it last year!" "I didn't wear one last year, it rained all the time," "Well, okay then, you wore one the year before." "That bikini will be too small by now." "In bikini terms, smaller is better!"

At Emma's insistence I tried on my old bikini top, to be honest, two corn plasters would have covered everything that needed covering, so, although my bikini top was small, it still covered everything. When I last wore the bikini, I hadn't bothered to wear the top anyway, just the bottoms. I had to untie both strings on the bikini bottoms because my arse was quite a bit bigger than two years earlier, Emma had to help me to hold the triangles of material in the right place as I tied the strings on each side again, Emma looked at me, "Perfect!"

I started to pull my bikini bottoms down again, "What are you doing?" "Taking them off," "No, leave them on, just put your dress on top of them, that way, you won't have to change at the clay pits." "But you don't even have a bikini here." "We'll go to my house on the way to the clay pits; I'll put my bikini on there."

Emma didn't bother to put her bra or panties on, just pulled her dress on over her head. We walked to her house arm in arm, she didn't go to her bedroom to pick out a bikini to wear, she went into her parent's bedroom, pulled one of her mother's draws open and fished around at the back of the draw, she pulled out a large torch, "You want a ride on this?" Emma twisted the battery cover and the torch burst into life, but instead of a light it began to buzz wildly, "What the fuck!" "It's called a vibrator...." Emma put the rounded end to her nose and sniffed, "....my mother would have left my dad years ago if it hadn't been for this, she's supposed to wash it off after using it but she never does. Here, want a smell?" I turned her down gracefully.

Emma's mother had a whole draw full of bikinis; the material on the one Emma chose had actually got smaller triangles than on my bikini, even though it had been designed for an adult with big breasts. Emma slipped her dress off and then put the bikini top on, the triangles only covered half of her breasts and the bikini bottoms didn't even cover all of her bush but she was happy when she looked at herself in the mirror, "What do you think?"

Without thinking, I said, "You look like......" the look on her face made me stop, I had been about to say, 'Whore', 'Tramp' or 'Slut' but she was beaming with pride so I finished my sentence with ".....super model." Emma pretended that she was posing for a high fashion photographer. Emma pulled the same dress that she had worn the day before over her head, she didn't even put the nighty she has worn at my house into her laundry basket, she just dropped it on her unmade bed. "Doesn't your mother make you fix your bed before you go to school?" Emma shook her head, "I never make my bed." I shouldn't have been surprised though; her mother and father's bed hadn't been made up either.

We had actually put little or no thought into our trip to the clay pits, Emma had picked up an industrial sized bottle of sun protection cream and we both had two towels but that was all we had thought of, well, I also had a clean pare of knickers rolled up in my towel but that was more than Emma did.

It was eleven thirty by the time we reached the gates across the drive into the clay pits, the clay had been used to make bricks but the last clay had been quarried out of the pits before my father was born and for most of my life, people had used the pits as a 'poor-mans' seaside destination, sunbathing on the side of the deep water lake and swimming in the water which was probably one hundred times cleaner than the sea.

Where there had been a few rusty steel posts and red chain-link fencing lying on the floor there was now a brand new fence and gates across the driveway. Emma spotted the bell push; she pressed it, giving three short blasts that could be heard all over the site. We heard the sound of an engine from way below the edge of the hole in the ground and while we waited for 'MK Don to drive up the long and winding road, I read the planning application posted on the gate. The site had been acquired for use as an asbestos and other low level hazardous waste dump.

Don had an old Land Rover that chugged slowly up the steep roadway, he gave us both a broad grin as he unlocked the gate and let us in, "Jump in the front of the car girls, I'll give you a lift down to the pool."

At the water's edge, four old wooden pallets had been carefully laid out in six foot by six foot square, it looked just like a king-sized bed frame sitting at the water's edge, "You girls can just lay out your towels on the deck over there; it'll be the perfect place to sunbathe." Emma didn't need to be told twice, she was on the pallets in a flash and her towel spread out like a blanket, then her dress came off without a single hesitation, "You're not a bit shy are you?" Emma just giggled; I was still walking from the Land Rover towards the pallets, "Would it make you shy if there were more men here?" I was just slowly spreading my towel out on the wooden 'deck' as Emma thought for a moment, "No, I don't think so."

I was looking at Don as I pulled my dress off over my head slowly, he had something running in his head, he was kind of looking at us, without really looking at us if you know what I mean. "Hey, have you girls eaten yet?" Emma called out, "No." "You girls like pizza?" We both nodded out heads to that question, "How about beer?" Emma nodded, I shook my head, "I don't drink beer!" I called back. "You like Coke Victoria?" "Yes!"

Don walked to the port-a-cabin that he was using as his office. Emma got me to rub sun oil all over her body, I noticed that Don kept stepping out of his office to watch us and every time Emma noticed him look, her body shivered under my hands. At twelve o'clock there were three short rings on the bell. We watched as Don drove up to the road, when he reached the gate, all we could see of his Land Rover was the roof.

As we watched, the roof of another car came into view, the other car drove down the slope ahead of Don, I realised that Don must have been locking the gate while his friend drove down the steep toad. The man waited in his car until Don parked next to him. Don and the man stood chatting for a few moments; I read Don's body language as, 'Follow my lead.'

Don took a carrier bag from the other guy's car, it looked like it was full of cans, the other guy was carrying two massive pizza boxes. They walked over to us, Don cleared his throat to get our attention but he needn't have bothered as Emma and I were both watching every movement they made, "Can we join you girls while we eat our lunch?" Emma smiled at him and nodded her head.

"This is Steve, he has his own contracting business, he's the guy who will be pumping the pool out in a few months' time, he's here to sort out where his 'equipment' has to go so I suggested that he might want to bring me a little bribe of beer and pizza to share with you girls."

Don handed Emma a can of beer and he dug down through the bag to find the Coke for me, then Steve put the pizza boxes on top of our towels, both Don and Steve then took their shirts off. Don stopped Steve from opening his trousers, "Erm, girls, we didn't know that we were going to get the chance of sunbathing today so we didn't bring trunks with us, would it be okay with you girls if we sunbathed in our underpants?"

Emma looked from Steve to Don, "Well, underpants are just like swimming trunks aren't they?" Both men stripped off their trousers like synchronised swimmers and then, both wearing just their underpants; they both joined us on the towel covered platform. We all shared the two large pizzas one was ham, mushroom and pineapple and the other was meat feast, one quite sweet and the other a little spicy. As we ate Emma was 'encouraged' to finish her can of beer and start another one, Emma was definitely the centre of attention of both men.

When the pizza was finished and the boxes tossed onto the baked clay surface a few feet from the sunbathing platform, Don cleared his throat, took another sip of his beer and, holding the can in front of his mouth to cover the smile he was trying to hide, he said, "How do you girls feel about nude sunbathing?" Emma smiled, "I've been to Brighton beach with my mother before, I've seen loads of nudist men." "Would it freak you out if me and Steve went nude here today?" "No!"

I swallowed hard at Emma's reply, this was getting a little serious, we were both almost naked, locked inside the fenced off quarry, no one knew we were there and now, Emma was encouraging both the men with us to strip off totally.

I was trying to use my Coke can to hide my face as both Don and Steve stripped off totally, both men were very well behaved, their cocks were soft and curled up against their bodies. Don was nodding at Steve, nodding towards me, Steve was shaking his head, Don pulled a serious face and Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"What do you think about sunbathing in the nude Emma?" "It's okay." "Would you like to join me and Steve sunbathing in the nude sometime?" "Yes!" "How about now?" Emma looked over at me, I was well used to the look she got when the devil was inside of her, she shrugged her shoulders and then turned her back to Don, offering him the bow at the back of her bikini top.

Don pulled just one end of the string; he looked impressed that Emma hadn't tied a double bow. I watched as Emma's body shivered when Don pulled the string over the top of her head and released her breasts to our view. "Can I put some of your oil on your breasts for you?" Emma nodded her head and lay back with her head on Don's lap.

As Don took great delight in massaging oil into Emma's bare breasts he whispered, "Can Steve take your pants off while I oil you?" Emma purred and nodded her head. As Steve pulled the knots at each side of Emma's bikini bottoms, Don looked over at me, "Aren't you going to join us Vicky?" I shook my head; I was slightly shocked that Emma was letting both men touch her now naked body.

As Steve began to oil her lower body, Emma reached above her head and placed her hand on the now, very excited, cock just to the side of her head. "You can't do me; I'm a virgin and too close to my dangerous time!" Her fingers curled around Don's cock as Steve began rubbing sun oil into Emma's pussy mound. Emma began to masturbate Don and she opened her legs so that Steve could rub oil over her labia and in between her legs.

"What about you Vicky, aren't you going to give Steve a hand like Emma is doing for me?" Steve turned his attention to me, he shuffled across the towel and put his arm around my shoulder, his cock was longer and thinner than Don's cock and it was standing like a flagpole.

Steve kissed my cheek as he moved into position to hide me from Don and Emma's view; he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his body. Steve kissed his way around my cheek to my lips and I responded to his kiss in some automatic way, opening my lips as Steve brushed the tip of his tongue across my lips. Steve lifted my right hand and placed it on his cock, he had to actually reposition my grip and encourage me to stroke his cock up and down and as his tongue slid in and out of my mouth, he eased the knot on my bikini top open.

I looked nervously over Steve's shoulder as he kissed my upper chest, Emma was now on her knees and she was sucking Don's cock as she wanked him off vigorously. I felt fingers tugging at the string fastening my bikini top and as the knot gave way, Steve's mouth slipped over what there was of my left breast, he managed to suck it all into his mouth, my hand slowly stroking up and down his cock shaft.

Steve flipped my bikini top off over my head and moved his mouth over to my right breast; he sucked really hard as if he was trying to give my breast mass a 'love-bite'. I felt sticky pre-cum in the palm of my hand as I rubbed up and down, I was slightly distracted looking down at my hand and the bubble of pre-cum that formed in Steve's cock-eye every time my hand reached under the frill of his cockhead.

Steve used my distraction to pull the ties at the side of my bikini bottoms and he lifted my bottom slightly as he pulled the material from under me. Steve used both hands to hoist me up, turn me to face him and he pulled me down onto his lap, I managed to plant my feet on the deck to stop myself being impaled on Steve's cock.

I was now looking over Steve's head as Don shot off his spunk, Emma drank it all down greedily but she still ended up with a little over her face too. Steve had taken over masturbating himself, and I was crouching above his cock head, I was amazed at just how accurate Steve's aim had been, my pussy was lined up exactly with his cockhead.

"Lower yourself just a little bit more!" There was an edge of desperation in Steve's voice, his breathing had changed a little and I guessed that Steve was very close to his climax. Don slipped out from under Emma's mouth, he handed her another beer and he came round behind me, he began to rub between my legs and he put his chin over the top of my head and his armpits touching the tops of my shoulders.

Don reached his arms over my body and put the fingers of his right hand on the labia on the right side of my cunt and the fingers of his left hand on my labia on the left side of my cunt, then he pushed me down using his chin and his arm pits and as he pushed me downwards, he pulled my labia apart.

I was fighting Don a little as he pushed me down, Steve was gasping for breath and the first jet of his spunk fired off and splashed up into my open vagina, then Don managed to push me a little lower and Steve's cockhead pressed against my cunt and he injected several more jets of his cum directly into my opening.

I was offered a beer, I refused, I asked if there was another Coke, Don looked into the bag, "No more Coke sorry, sure you don't want a beer?" I desperately thirsty so I agreed to a can of beer, not really fully understanding that beer wasn't really a thirst quencher. Don and Steve started to dress and Don asked, "Hey, can you girls come back next Monday?" Emma said, "Yes!" I just scowled at her, I knew just how close Steve had been to fucking me and taking my cherry, it was only because he had stopped kissing me that had allowed me to come to my senses and stop him, and even then, Don had come close to pushing me down onto Steve's cock.

Emma and I were left alone while Don and Steve drove up the roadway to the top of the quarry, Emma looked over at me, "Can I see what Steve tasted like?" "What?" She nodded down between my legs, "You know, down there!" Before I had the chance to say no, Emma had pushed me onto my back and she was licking Steve's cum off of my labia before she dipped her head down lower and she began to eat Steve's cum out of my cunt.

3,169 Words.

Read part 1 of this story here My Father's Birthday Present

Read part 3 of this story here After The Clay Pits

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