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Written: 23 June 2020

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Lockdown Pt2
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, MM/g, M/M, Under Age, Incest, Bestiality, Grandfather/Granddaughter, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

We were all finished up and back at the swim within the hour, I was full of beans and happy as Larry, my dad looked less happy, he was finding it painful to sit down after taking two hammerings up his bum!

By the time we got back to the Land Rover, I needed a pee and my dad told me to squat down between the back of the Land Rover and the front of the trailer so that I was almost totally out of sight of anyone who may have been out and about walking.

When I finished peeing my dad handed me an almost empty pack of travel tissues, just two of the man-sized paper tissues left in the little plastic pack.

"Use both of them to clean yourself out inside and out or you'll make a mess on the Land Rover's seats darling!"

"Won't you need one?"

"No, I cleaned myself in the woods when you were kissing Richard and Alan good bye."

I helped to get out of the car park and locked the gate while my dad sat blocking the road off with the Land Rover and trailer. I ran back to the passenger door of the Land Rover and jumped in, as soon as the door was closed, my dad drove towards the Kettering Road.

We hadn't even reached the Kettering Road before my father's mobile phone burbled, it rang once, then a second time and the car radio turned itself off and my grandfather's voice came out of the radio's speakers, "John, you finished working on the riverbank yet?"

"Yes dad, I'm just leaving now, I'm on my way to the farm to drop your Land Rover off."

"I need a favour from you, I've ordered some sand, Thermalite blocks and cement From Goodman's but they can't deliver until tomorrow and Paul needs them this afternoon...can you divert to Kettering and pick them up. Drop them off at the building site as soon as you can, just drop the trailer off with your brother...shouldn't take you too long!"

"Have you got an order number for me?"

My dad passed me his notebook and pen so that as my grandfather read out the order number, I could write it down for him."

The call was ended without my opening my mouth...officially, my mother and I were supposed to be safeguarding, today was the first day that we were even supposed to step a foot out of the house but we were still supposed to keep six feet away from anyone else, even people from our own household.

Dad stopped at the Junction with Kettering Road, to the left was home and to the right, Kettering Town and Goodman's builder's merchants.

"I think I'll drop you off at home so that you can have your lunch with your mum while I make the delivery to the building site!"

"Oh come on dad, you can't be serious, I've been stuck in home for three months now, this is the most interesting thing I've had to do since March!"

My dad looked troubled, "Okay, you can come with me but, when we get to the building site, you would be better off if you stopped in the Land Rover while I unhitch the trailer!"

"Why?"

"Well, you know how, whenever we bump into Paul, he puts his arm across your back and he pats your bottom?"

I nodded my head and said, "But...all of the men in our family do that to me every time they meet me or my mum, Grandpa does it all the time...even my cousins at school do it to me when we're at school!"

"Yes, even men who aren't related to us will do it, well, the ones that were brought up in our area at any rate. The thing is, the men aren't just patting your bum to be friendly, they are checking to see if you're wearing knickers under your dress...you must have noticed that men don't do it if you're wearing jeans!""

I nodded my head, I had noticed that men weren't so eager to welcome me if I was wearing jeans, "You mean the men from our village?"

"Not really...even men who live as far away as Wellingborough and Kettering will do it if they think that you're a Desborough girl."

"I've heard people call me a Desborough Girl before but I never really knew what it meant, we don't live anywhere near to Desborough."

"It refers to any girl that was born on old Lord Desborough's estate, they're the girls that have the reputation of giving free sex to any man if they are caught out in public without their knickers on and if Paul sees you out of the Land Rover, he will definitely come over to feel if you have any knickers on under your dress...so it would be much safer if you just stopped in the Land Rover while we're at the building site."

"I've never heard of Lord Desborough before, where exactly is his estate?"

"Well, my dad owns about half of the old Desborough Estate now, his Lordship was a Catholic, he lost thousands of acres of land when he refused to denounce the pope when King Henry they eighth wanted to get divorced from one of his wives. Desborough Town is where his manor used to be"

"So they named the town after the Lord then?"

Dad laughed, "No darling, the Lord was named after the town, I think his real name was Poulton and later on, one of his descendents was part of the Gunpowder Plot in sixteen oh-five, he tried to kill King James the first because of the way his grandfather was treated by Henry the eighth.

We had to wait at the Kettering Road junction for a tractor with a heavy trailer to pass and then we turned right towards Kettering following the slow moving tractor on the road to Kettering and as we crossed the bridge over the canal I saw Richard and Alan 'Buzzing' around a woman out walking in a summer dress. It looked to me like they were wasps flying around something sweet and I could see that Alan was trying to touch the woman's bottom.

My dad smiled, "I'll bet she thought that she'd be safe coming out without knickers on during lockdown...no one is supposed to be closer to her than six feet anyway...looks like she was wrong!"

I watched the woman turn and back away from Alan but she backed into Richard in error and just before we passed out of sight, I saw Richard lift the back of her dress, exposing her totally bare bottom...and as soon as it was proven that the woman wasn't wearing knickers, she stopped fighting Richard and Alan off.

My dad took one last look, "I'll bet they end up in Spinners Wood...now that Richard and Alan are sure she's left her knickers off, she knows that she's about to be fucked!"

I looked at my dad's face and smiled.

As we drove slowly behind the tractor, my dad was pressing the point that he thought I'd be much safer if I stopped in the Land Rover when we got to Uncle Paul's building site. I wasn't too bothered really, we were only going to be at the site for a few seconds anyway.

As we turned the last corner before Goodman's yard, we came to a sudden stop, there were eight vans and trucks waiting to get into the yard to collect building materials.

My dad said, "Damned, lunchtime, we'll be here for at least an hour now!"

It was quite hot out on the street, no shade of any kind and now that the Land Rover was stationary, there was no cooling breeze rolling over the cab. I saw my father look at all the builders and delivery drivers standing around their vehicles, they were drinking coffee or eating sandwiches from Goodman's Café and chatting together boisterously, the way boys usually do when they get together in a group.

"It would really be better if you kept out of sight, at least four of these men will recognise you as a 'Desborough girl' and they are likely to come over to check you out."

"Dad, can I have a can of pop from the Café please?"

"Sure, but in a minute, I could do with a coffee as well, but I need to shovel what's left of the ballast all together by the hitch end of the trailer to make space for the building blocks and sand."

I opened the windows as wide as I could, I even opened the tilting front windscreen to try and capture what breeze there was about. I didn't have anything to do so I was just watching the group of men and straining my ears to hear what they were saying. Two men that I would describe as handsome and well groomed, better dressed than the average builder that I had seen were looking at us...not me, I don't think they could see me with the sun glinting off of the front windscreen...they were looking at my dad and as they watched him shovelling ballast on the back of the trailer, they separated from the other drivers, put a little space between them.

I looked over my shoulder, my dad was on the trailer with his shirt off working in the sun and suddenly I could hear the two men, "Is that the guy that hangs around the public toilets on London Road?"

I saw the slightly taller man look my father over closely, "Yes, I think you're right...he likes it up his bum, I think he's married but he doesn't get what he wants at home so he comes out to play with us!"

I looked back at the two men, the shorter of the two looked up the line waiting to collect their stuff, "They're loading a ten ton truck by hand in the yard, so no one is going to move an inch for at least twenty minutes!"

I watched as the shorter man turned back in my direction, they looked like they were brothers or close relatives at least.

The shorter man smiled at the taller one, "Why don't you go and have a chat with him...see if he's interested...you can go down between the factory and the back of the Café, the factory has been closed for ten weeks...ever since the start of lockdown."

"Can you remember his name?"

"No, but if he wants a fuck...he won't care what you call him and if he isn't interested...then it doesn't matter one way or the other...I usually call men I don't know John, like Dell-boy does on Fools and Horses!"

The taller man walked right past me, he didn't even look in my direction, my dad had just bent down with his back to the man and I saw a massive grin cross the man's face. I watched in the wing mirror as the man stopped just behind my dad, he reached out and touched the back of my dad's calf, "Hello John, not seen you on London Road for a few weeks!"

My dad almost jumped, he straightened his back instantly and looked down and back. The man's hand had moved away from my dad's calf about an inch, my dad smiled at the man and then I saw his hand touch the back of my dad's leg again, no, not touch, he actually stroked his hand from mid calf to the back of my dad's knee.

"Hi Colin...No...not been out for ten weeks, safeguarding rules...you know...I've only been out and about for a couple of days and I had some urgent jobs that couldn't wait."

I saw Colin look all around, his hand was still on the back of my dad's knee, then he smiled up at my dad, he smiled and said, "There's a little private place behind the factory, it's on lockdown...no one has been near the place for three months...Interested?"

I saw my dad look straight at the back window of the Land Rover, at the back of my head.

My dad looked a little worried but he said, "I'm really interested but I have someone with me!"

"Would it make any difference if I told you that my brother is here with me and he likes to double team with me!"

The look on my dad's face reminded me of yesterday, the way I'd felt when Richard told Brutus that I might not come back if he was too hard on me, I was determined that I wouldn't muss out on any future fun and my dad had that same look when Colin mentioned his brother and a double team.

Colin looked back at his brother and gestured with his head for his brother to go over to the factory, "I'm sure that your friend won't be jealous if you nip off to have a little fun for five minutes!"

My dad jumped down off of the trailer, he looked in my direction but he didn't come to me, he just followed Colin's brother down the back of the closed down factory and Colin was a few paces behind my dad.

I let Colin get out of sight and I grabbed the Land Rover's keys from the ignition and locked the doors before running after the three men.

They weren't very far out of sight, my dad and Colin were standing snogging, from my vantage point, my dad was being the girl and Colin very much the man...the aggressor. Colin's brother was working on my father's trousers as Colin and my father kissed.

My dad's trousers weren't just pulled down, they were taken all the way off and my dad was standing there between the factory's wall and the back of Goodman's Café, totally naked.

Colin turned my dad away from him and pushed him forwards, my dad opened the other man's zipper and while Colin lined his cock up with my dad's bum, my dad was already sucking Colin's brother's cock.

I kept looking from the fucking trio to the line of trucks. Colin's brother was right, nothing moved for twenty minutes but after twenty minutes I saw the large lorry drive past our Land Rover and heard trucks starting their engines.

Colin didn't look like he was in any hurry to finish fucking my dad, he was just going at him with long, slow, thrusts, even long after my dad had got his brother off.

I cleared my throat, "Everyone's moving up, they've just taken two vans into the yard for loading."

Colin's brother almost had a heart attack, my voice coming out of the blue like that, Colin said, "Fucking hell...who's she?" as he pulled his cock out of my dad's bum,

Dad gave me an awkward look, "That's my daughter!"

Colin looked at me and then he kissed my dad again, "...will you come back for five minutes once we've moved up so I can cum?"

Dad looked at me and he nodded his head. Dad pulled his trousers back on and as he stood up to fasten his zip, Colin kissed him again, right in front of me. Colin walked past me and he ruffled my hair, "You like a bit of cock girl?"

I looked up at his face, smiled and I nodded my head!

"Come back here with your dad when he comes back, Dave loves fucking little girls and he'll have his erection back by then!"

Dad wrapped his arm across my back and kissed the top of my head, "You know that you don't have to come back when I do...don't you?"

"Come on dad, I only discovered sex yesterday and now that I know how much fun it can be...I want to do it all the time!"

He smiled at me, Colin and Dave's truck wasn't directly in front of us, there was one truck between us. I watched Colin drive their truck forward while Dave went into Goodman's Café. I gave dad his keys back and as he drove forward, I walked at the side of the Land Rover. I looked in the Café's doorway, Dave was buying a pack of condoms rather than food from the woman behind the counter. I looked at Colin, he was dropping out of the truck and without even looking towards my dad, he walked back to the gap between the factory and the Café.

I looked at the door of Colin and Dave's truck, it said, Desborough Landscaping Services, Kettering.

That was confusing me to have the names of two towns on the door rather than a company name.

Dave followed his brother leaving me and my father to follow on behind them.

"Dad, is Colin's company from Desborough or from Kettering?"

"I think the company name must be Desborough and they're from Kettering...they could even be distant relatives of yours!"

"How?"

"Your mother's maiden name was Desborough because her family originally came from the Desborough Estate...way back, people didn't have last names, like I'd just be John, if there were more than one John, they might have called me John Fisherman...because I look after the fishing rights. Up until sixteen sixty, people who lived on the Desborough estate were deemed to belong to Lord Desborough so they all took that name when people had to have two names."

"So, I could be a distant cousin of Dave and Colin then?"

"Probably better not to mention that to them until after we've had the fun that we want from them."

Colin and Dave both had their trousers off and were waiting for me and dad to walk around the corner. We both took our lovers from behind...I guess it saved me having to kiss Dave but on the plus side, me and dad could help to hold each other up and we could kiss while we were both being fucked. The brothers climaxed at the same moment and they pulled their trousers back on.

As Colin was fastening his belt, my dad said, "Hey guys, is your last name Desborough by any chance?"

They both grinned and nodded their heads.

"We have a few Desborough's in our family history, where is your part of the family from?

Colin looked at his brother and then he said, "Our parents are Rose and Denis Desborough, their part of the family were reed cutters at Spinners Reed beds for the basket weaving industry in Desborough...well...until the Chinese flooded the reed market with half priced reeds. Some city bloke came in and drained the reed beds to turn it into a field."

I saw my dad fighting off a grin, "The farmer didn't drain the reed beds, he scrapped back the top soil down to the clay layer and he used the farm as a dump for his building company, he raised the level of the land and then he capped the rubbish with the top soil again."

"Oh, you seem to know a lot about it."

"Yes, I have links with that family too, he would still be using it as a dump but the EU put a tax on every ton of spoil that's put into landfill. So that field is now just a large meadow for silage grass and grazing animals."

There was the sound of vehicles starting their engines again so Colin and Dave left me and my dad in the hidden space.

"You look like you recognised their parent's names dad!"

"I did, Rose is your maternal grandmother's name but I don't remember your maternal grandfather being Denis."

"How com I've never been told my mum's parent's names?"

My dad guided me back out to the Land Rover.

As we walked back my dad said, "The thing is, your mother didn't want you to know anything about her parents because they were a bad influence on her when she was growing up."

"How?"

"From about as old as she could walk, her mum was pushing her to have sex with boys and men, your mother didn't want them to know anything about you or you them so they couldn't influence you sexually."

"My mum seemed to be paranoid...she tried to keep every mention of sex away from me, I think she wanted me to grow up to be a nun."

"You think you had it bad...I couldn't do anything if you were in the house, your mother didn't want you to have any sexual images until you were ready for sex...you can't imagine how happy I was yesterday afternoon when your mother told me that you'd finally had sex so I didn't have to keep things hidden any more."

"Dad...finally...I'm only ten years old now...I'm not supposed to do anything with sex until I'm sixteen!"

"Darling, you must know that none of your school friends are still virgins."

I thought about it for a moment, he was right, well, at least my friends talked about sex as if they had already started having sex of one kind or another.

When we got back to the Land Rover, Colin and Dave were in the yard and being loaded, we rolled forward, we would be the next to be called into the yard, dad suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "Phone..." there was a beep and the robot voice in the mist said, 'Telephone active', "...Victoria!"

There was an eleven tone tune and a deep 'Purr...purr'.

"Vic...oh hi darling...I was expecting you home by now!"

"Hi darling, I was on my way home but my dad gave me a call, he asked me to pick up some building materials and deliver them to Paul in Wellingborough."

"Oh, okay, shall I wait for you before I have my lunch?"

"No, we're right outside Goodman's Café, I'll get us both a sandwich and a drink here before I go on to Wellingborough."

"Okay then, I'll see you later...bye!"

Dad looked at me and then said, "Erm Vicky...before you go, do you know two brothers called Colin and David Desborough?"

"Are they about two or three years older than you?"

"They look younger but they say their parents are Rose and Denis Desborough, Reed cutters from Spinners farm."

"Well, Rose is my mother...as you know so David and Colin could be my half brothers!"

"Well, if they are both your mother's sons, that would make them your half brothers!"

"Not necessarily quite that simple, Denis caught David and Colin fucking Rose and he walked out on her taking all the kids with him. So one of them could be my half brother and the other could easily be my father, both Colin and David were old enough to make a girl pregnant at that time but the added complication is that Denis could still be my father. I was born before they finally got their divorce, my mum married Victor Desborough after I was born but I'd already been called Victoria so everyone would assume that I was Victor's daughter and not her first husband's."

My dad gave me an awkward glance, "So, Colin or David could actually be your father, your brother or your half brother!"

"Don't forget that one of them could be my uncle as well, if one turned out to be my father, the other would be my uncle!"

"Wow darling, your family is really screwed up!"

"Yes, in more ways than one!"

My dad took a twenty pound note from his wallet and handed it to me, "Pop in the Café and get me a bacon sandwich please darling, get yourself whatever you want as well...oh, and get a new travel pack of tissues and a pack of condoms please darling!"

"They won't sell me a packet of condoms dad!"

Dad looked at me and smiled, "Darling, to people around here you do look like a Desborough girl, they'll sell you condoms!"

My dad ran back behind the factory while I was buying our food. When I placed my order there wasn't even a questioning glance until I got to the condom part of my order, the woman behind the counter looked me over and then she picked up a paper bag and dropped a pack of three condoms into the plane brown wrapper. As I was waiting for the food I thought, 'Who the hell sells condoms to a ten year old girl without so much as a question?'

When I got back to my father, he had been called forward but he waited for me to climb in at his side, he opened his window and told the guy on the gate his order number and his father's company name. We were directed to the top of the yard where the Thermalite blocks would be loaded in the middle of our trailer and the bags of cement powder would be stacked on top of the concrete ballast. Once we'd taken on the blocks and the cement powder, my dad would have to drive to the aggregate storage area to have a half a ton of soft sand dropped at the back of the trailer.

As we waited for the man loading the blocks into the trailer, my dad popped a used condom into the bag the condom pack had been in, "Dad, what was that?"

"The condom that David used on you...I have a sample of Colin's DNA in me that I'm going to pop into one of those condom you bought for me...I'm going to do DNA tests on your mother as well, see if the tests can shed any light on the relationships between you all."

My dad took a clean tissue and collected some of the leakage from his bottom that Colin had deposited in there and he popped the tissue into a fresh condom, tied the neck and then he popped the other two condoms into his wallet for later use.

We were told that the blocks had all been loaded and we could move down to the sand loading area.

"How much do you like my brother, Dawn?"

"I like him a lot, I think he's handsome...very handsome and he has a great sense of humour...why?"

"Well, you know that I told you to stop in the Land Rover while I drop off the trailer?"

"Yes!"

"Well, it seems a little churlish to keep you out of Paul's way...just because you aren't wearing any knickers, after all, you've already had sex with me today as well as one of your uncles on the Desborough side of our family...or possibly even your grandfather...so if you want to have a little fun with my brother, it is up to you, if you do, then I'll take the time to unload the trailer and take it back to my dad's place to give you half an hour to have your fun...if you want to that is!"

It took a while to reverse the trailer onto the building site and I just sat in the passenger seat while my dad made the complex series of manoeuvres.

The building site had been a five bedroom detached farmhouse that the village had caught up with over the years, all that was left of the original farm was the house and a half acre garden. My grandfather had bought the house when it was firmly ensconced in the green belt around the small village so it had no added value above the value of the large house but it still cost my grandfather three hundred thousand pounds. Grandfather had rented the house out for ten years until the village caught up with the house and the land suddenly exploded in value as building plots but that increase in value was as nothing compared to the uplift in value from building the new houses yourself. Grandpa's building company was building three large, four bedroom, executive detached houses in the back garden of the old house, reached by a class 'A' access to the left of the old house and on the right hand side of the old house, they were building two, slightly smaller, three bedroom, semidetached houses. While they were there on site building, they were also converting the old farm house into two, three bedroom, houses out of the one large house. Grandpa was putting the three big houses on the market at a million pounds plus each and the four semi detached houses up at three hundred thousand pounds plus each...so he stood to make over four million pounds on the sales which would equate to a gross profit of well over a million pounds on something that had only started out costing three hundred thousand pounds that had more than paid for itself in ten years worth in rent.

I spotted my Uncle Paul on the roof of the old farm house, because they were splitting one house into two, they had to build a firewall right from below the ground floor's floorboards, right up to the roof, they also had to put a firebreak between the battens holding the tiles to the roof and it looked like that was what Paul was doing up on the roof, removing tiles and sawing through wooden battens and making a space for the brick wall to be finished off under the tiles..

I have to say that I had a feeling of disappointment at seeing Paul up on the roof, it meant that he wouldn't be rushing to welcome me to his building site, wrap me in his powerful arms and feel my bottom to see if I'd finally joined in with the Desborough tradition of young girls looking for uncomplicated sex with adult men.

I still jumped out of the front passenger seat though, if I couldn't get any action from my Uncle Paul, I could at least help my dad unload the trailer.

Paul waved down at me, he shouted out, Hi darling, looking for a little after safeguarding fun today?"

I grinned up at him and nodded my head. This was definitely way out of our usual greeting range because my dad had never taken me anywhere that any members of my family had been working before...well, apart from grandpa up at the farm and my grandfather would never have shouted me, no matter what my grandfather was doing, he would break away and come to me to have a cuddle with me.

Dad shouted back at him, "Hey brother, any chance of a hand with unloading the trailer?"

Paul looked really pissed off at my dad for calling him down from the roof, it was no small effort to get down from the scaffolding up the front of the building.

Paul walked straight past me to his brother and my dad put his hands up to stop him in his tracks, "Whoa there brother dear, is that any way to greet your niece?" my dad emphasised his statement by raising his eyebrows twice!

Paul stopped and turned to face me, all he was wearing was soft grey cotton shorts and massive boots with thick socks on...well, that and a sheen of dirt all over his body, the dirt sticking to the sunscreen he had plastered all over his body. It seemed to be my usual state in the last two days, my eyes permanently scanning the front of a man's trousers to see if he had an erection, Paul's thin cotton shorts left nothing to the imagination, even though his wasn't hard, I could still see the outline of his sleeping cock through his shorts.

Paul grinned a stupid grin at me and then he walked back and he looped his arm across my back and he pulled me into his side, he went to kiss me on the top of my head but I tilted my head upwards for the first time during any greeting so instead of kissing me on the top of my head, he kissed me on my lips. He froze for a moment and then his hand reached for my bum and patted it once instead of twice, one pat and he felt that I was without my knickers, so there was no second pat, he was rubbing his hand all over my bum.

Paul pulled me into his side even tighter and I felt his cock grow into my ribs, he pulled his mouth off of mine, "So how many boys have you had sex with so far darling?"

"Just one boy..."

Paul must have sensed that I was about to say more but had stopped myself, "What, one boy and a man then?"

"I've had sex with one boy, four men so far and..." I stopped talking again and looked at my dad, Paul chuckled and said, "One boy, thtrr men and your dad perhaps?"

"No, one boy, three men, my dad!"

"So, you were about to say and, was it one boy, three men and your mum then?"

I laughed, "No, one boy, three men, my dad and a dog!"

"Wow, so how long have you been screwing to get around to having sex with a dog?"

"I started yesterday!"

Paul looked really impressed, then he looked at my dad and he grinned...my dad was already pulling the Thermalite blocks off of the trailer and was stacking them at the side of the cement mixer.

"I'll get Winston to help you unload the trailer John...just give me a minute!"

I saw my dad's mouth turn into a massive grin and he nodded his head at Paul.

I was pulled away from the side of the trailer, "Are you shy Dawn?"

"I don't think so...why?"

"Well, I was hoping to increase your tally by five more men, me and four of my guys but that would only work if we all do you together!"

I smiled at him and nodded my head, "That's okay by me Uncle."

Paul dragged me down the side of the old farm house, There was a black man with a shovel digging out a footing trench at the back of the old farm house, his name was Winston and he was the biggest man I'd seen in my life, not to mention one of the few black men I'd seen in real life.

Paul called over to him, "Hey Winston, go and give John a hand unloading the trailer, you can have your break after you finish that."

I watched the big black man clamber out of the trench, the front of his trousers were already starting to tent out as his erection grew and it looked like he had a third leg inside his shorts. I didn't want to seem eager but I couldn't stop myself saying, "Erm...Uncle Paul, isn't Winston coming to watch us?"

Paul pulled me into his side again and he kissed me, "No darling, Winston is the kind of man who wouldn't enjoy watching me fuck you or fuck you himself, he likes your father's type best."

"What's my father's type Uncle Paul?"

He chuckled, "A married man who should admit that he's gay...Winston likes them best because they are grateful for his big black cock up their bum!"

A thought struck me, "Paul, do all men like to have sex while other men watch them?"

"No darling, only ninety-five percent of men like to be watched, the other five percent are too shy. The pity is, women are the other way around, only five percent like men to watch them while they fuck."

Paul put his fingers in his mouth and sent out a massive four fingered whistle, followed by a loud shout, "Lunch break guys, Desborough girl in the site office for lunch!"

He looked at me and smiled, as I was pulled through the door of the caravan that Paul was using to keep his valuables in. I could hear the thunder of heavy boots moving fast to get out of the new buildings at high speed. Paul dragged my dress off over my head.

Paul was laying me on the floor on my back as four men fought to get through the narrow doorway at the same time as Paul pulled his shorts down. I started kissing Paul as he filled my cunt with his lovely cock, he wasn't as long as my dad but his cock was fatter, suddenly I felt warmth on my cheek, I pulled my mouth away from Paul's lips and turned my head to look at what was touching my cheek, it was another cock and I just took it in my mouth. Lunch hour was just a round of me sucking one cock and then having it move from my mouth to my cunt to be replaced in my mouth by the next cock.

I had a whale of a time with my Uncle Paul and his workers but the sex was just a whirlwind of sucking cocks and being fucked and I guess that if Paul wasn't in a hurry to get his men back to work, I'd have been there all day being fucked by each man several times over.

Paul called a halt to my fun and sent his men back to work. I pulled my dress back on and walked out of the site office. Winston was back digging the footing trench across the back of the old house. The old house had an outside toilet, a large coal store and 'tack' room from the time that the farm had horses, those three buildings had all been knocked down and the building line off the end of the old tack store was being used as the new footprint for the two houses being made out of the old farm house, giving them both a new kitchen and dining room as well as a utility and shower room with a toilet, the things that made an ordinary house into a luxury, executive house and push its value up.

When I reached the Land Rover, the trailer was empty and my dad was sitting in the driver's seat with a contented look on his face as well as a silly grin. He looked at me and said, "Did you have fun darling?"

I nodded my head, "Yes thank you daddy, a lot of fun but I'm very sore now...how about you?"

"I had a lot of fun too darling but Winston has made me very sore too."

We drove the Land Rover back to the farm, reversed the trailer into the big equipment barn and then parked the Land Rover at the side of it. I was a little disappointed that my grandfather's car wasn't in its usual parking place...dad saw the look of disappointment on my face, "Don't worry darling, your grandfather will hear that you've started having sex soon enough, I'm sure that Paul will tell him, if your mother hasn't already let him know...you'll get to play with my dad before the weekend, I'm sure of it."

Before we went home, my dad picked up five sample bottles for the laboratory the farm used to run samples like semen samples from rams, bulls, horses and boars.

We drove home where my dad took a cheek swab from me and my mother to pop into two sample bottles, he popped the sliver of tissue containing Colin's sperm sample, he took his own cheek swab and popped that in the fourth bottle and then he popped the condom that David had used on me and dipped a swab into that liquid and popped that swab in the last sample bottle.

While my dad was filling in all the paperwork for the tests he wanted the laboratory to perform on the samples he had taken, my mum asked me what I'd been up to all day while I was out with my dad. I gave my dad a guilty look and he chose that moment to drop my dirty knickers on the kitchen table. Mum smiled at my dad and said, "And did you take advantage of our daughter taking her knickers off?" Dad grinned and he nodded his head.

Now mum thought that my only sexual experience so far was with William Kinch so her first thought was, 'Did her father hurt her?'

"Are you sore darling?"

I nodded my head, "Just a little!"

"I'll run you a nice soothing bath with plenty of salt in it!"

I climbed into a shallow bath with some nice perfume infused into it as well as a dose of salt and a cap full of body oil. It wasn't a bath for cleaning myself in, soap wouldn't form a lather in the extremely salted water, it was just something to relax in and allow the perfume and salt to soak into all of my tender little parts.

Mum came into the bathroom with a glass of white wine in her hand, I thought, 'Mmmm...little early to be hitting the sauce mummy dear!' but she wasn't sipping the glass, she handed it to me, she said, "I think that now you've taken your first steps into womanhood, you can have an occasional glass of wine if you like it!"

I changed my mind about it being too early in the day to start drinking alcohol and even though it was eight years too early in my life to start drinking, I greedily accepted the glass and took an overly large swallow of the wine before my mother could come to her senses and take it away from me again.

As I swallowed the wine my mother brushed the tips of her fingers over my little 'chest bumps', "You know darling, I'm sure that these little puppies have grown a little in just one week, do they feel sore or tingly?"

I nodded my head, "They have been feeling tender all week."

"You're probably due for a bit of a growth spurt...I have a cream that encourages blood flow to the surface of the skin, it will tingle a lot more and even feel warm but it will encourage the growth to focus in the area that the cream is massaged into."

Mum went into her bedroom and when she came back into the bathroom, she was unbuttoning her blouse, she exposed her breasts, she had very large breasts and her areola looked about the size of a saucer and her nipples were hardly defined at all, she dipped the tip of her finger into the tub of cream, picked up just a single spot of the cream and she rubbed it all over the nipple and areola of her left breast...it took just the time for her heart to beat twice and suddenly her nipple grew to more than an inch and her areola surrounding her nipple shrunk to about a quarter of an inch wide band around her engorged nipple. I couldn't help giggling at the rapid and remarkable effect that the cream had on her nipple.

She covered her finger tip in a thick dollop of the cream and started to massage it in circular motions all around my left chest bump, as soon as the cream touched my chest, I felt heat and a much increased feeling of tingling under the skin, she moved over to my right chest bump and did the same, now my whole chest felt like it was on fire and the tingling felt like a washing machine on a fast spin with an imbalanced load in it.

Mum only stopped massaging my chest when my dad called her down to the living room to take a phone call.

While mum was gone I finished the glass of wine and lay back in the water, the heat and tingling in my chest felt like someone was still playing with my boobies.

Mum came back into the bathroom, "That was your grandfather...you know how before lockdown...I used to go out every Friday night and leave you at home with your father to look after you?"

I nodded my head, "Dad always said that you were recharging your batteries."

"I was darling, I used to go to your grandfather's house and play with him all night...he's asked me to go over tonight and take you with me...I told him that you might be too sore to..."

I stopped her dead in her tracks, "Mum, I want to go and play with grandpa as well!"

She smiled at me, "You are definitely a full blooded Desborough girl...once you taste your first bite of the forbidden fruit, you want the whole fruit basket all in one go."

Mum seemed to be worrying about something...she was stumbling about a bush, going round and round in circles as my bathwater cooled down.

"Mum, just say it, stop beating about the bush!"

"The thing is darling...well, you know how adult lives can be really complex..."

"Mum, stop, I'm getting cold in here, just spit it out...pppplllllleeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeee!"

Mum took a deep breath, "Well, the thing is..." I gave her a stern look, "...if your grandfather is playing with you, he might make me look after one of his animals..." she gave me a coy glance, "...and your father has been pestering me to let him watch when I'm looking after an animal, so you might see something that you might not understand!"

"You mean like you having sex with Benji or Sultan?"

Mum looked surprised that I understood that women could have sex with dogs. A little of her embarrassment left her momentarily but soon returned, "It may not be just Benji or Sultan, your grandfather might need 'Arab Boy' to have a little exercise!"

"You mean Grandpa's Caspian pony?"

"Arab Boy isn't a pony darling, it's a real horse, just a miniature version."

"So, you let Arab Boy have sex with you as well as Benji and Sultan?"

Mum's face turned red as she nodded her head."

"Wow, cool...I'd like to see you and Arab Boy playing together!"

Benji was a Border Collie, he was a stud dog that my grandfather used as a sheep dog around the farm and to win prizes in sheep dog competitions and those prizes increased Benji's stud fees to make champion sheepdog puppies just like him. Benji was a ball of fur that loved to play and have fun while Sultan was a much more serious dog, Sultan was a Doberman Pinscher, he was a stud dog as well but he was a very serious dog, he considered himself to be human and he was, in his eyes, 'The Boss' of all the animals on the farm. I often saw Benji trying to involve Sultan in his games, he would often stand under Sultan...that was a mark of the difference in size between the two dogs, Sultan would walk across the farm yard with Benji running under his belly from side to side and Benji didn't even have to crouch down to pass under Sultan.

After I'd marinated in the salty, perfumed and oiled water, my mother exfoliated me all over with a small hessian bag filled with jumbo oats and 'Dead Sea' salt. By the end of my pampering session, my skin literally glowed and the cream that mum had rubbed into my chest was still hot and tingling an hour after she stopped rubbing it in.

We ate a light evening meal and both my mother and I dressed in exactly the same way, white, sleeveless, shift dresses and white trainers and nothing else. I was surprised that my dad was coming with us, my families hidden sexual past was quite an eye opener to me. Having just discovered that almost every Friday evening, my mother left me and my father at home to go and have wild sex with my grandfather...I'd thought that it had been behind my dad's back but it turned out that it was just behind my back, my mother had a wild Friday night with my grandfather and my dad had his fun on Saturday evenings at the London Road toilets with my mother's full knowledge.

We walked from home to the farm, we didn't go into the farm house, we went straight to grandpa's barn. My dad just stood there and watched as grandpa unwrapped me, grandpa asked me which of his animals I'd like to see mating with my mother.

I pointed to Arab Boy.

"Do you think Arab Boy's clean enough to mate?"

"I don't know...how would you check?"

I was taken to Arab Boy and my grandfather was giving me directions about how to check around the horse's flange, how to clean the waxy build up from behind his flange. I cleaned his cock for him and as I cleaned it, it grew into my hands, it was huge, almost as long as my arm...I whispered, "Does my mum get all of that in her pussy?"

Grandpa laughed and said, "No darling, not all of it but she does get a lot of it up her though."

I'd sucked a few cocks in the last two days, I'd taken William's whole cock in my mouth easily, I'd thought it would be impossible to take Richard's cock in my mouth but I managed it...and managed it with reasonable ease...now I was looking at Arab Boy's cock and wondering if I'd be able to get something that big in my mouth.

When I'd been cleaning the massive cock, I'd felt just how flexible the flange was, the huge mushroom shaped disk of skin surrounding what looked like a tiny man's cockhead surrounding the hole where pee came out. I was absentmindedly playing with Arab Boy's cock, folding the flange back against his cock to see just how thin I could make it.

Grandpa laughed out loud, "I can't believe it, Dawn's contemplating if she can get a horses cock in her mouth right now!"

I looked up at grandpa and smiled at him.

"Go on darling, you try sucking Arab Boy's cock while your dad gets your mum ready for the horse to fuck her!"

I had to shake my head from side to side to get his cock in my mouth and once his flange passed my lips, it almost locked his cock in place in my mouth, it wouldn't easily go any further in or even slip out easily.

"Can you feel the little cockhead at the bottom of the flange with your tongue?"

I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod my head, that movement made Arab Boy buck his hips forward, his cock only moved in my mouth a fraction of an inch, the rest of the movement was taken up by pushing my head away from his hips.

"Right, you massage his little head with your tongue but not too hard, if he climaxes in your mouth it'll blow your head off and I won't be able to get him to fuck your mother after...just give him a bit of pleasure, it will make him more energetic when he covers your mother.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, my mum was being pushed forward on top of two hay bales stacked on top of each other and my dad was behind her fucking her as I started licking the small knob of sensitive skin at the bottom of Arab Boy's cock. He was now humping at me as if he was fucking me.

I heard dad running through his orgasm, gasping as he filled my mum's cunt with his spunk.

"She's ready dad!"

Grandpa had to help disengage me from Arab Boy's cock because his flange was stuck behind my teeth.

The horse was untied from the hitching post and grandpa led the horse around to where my mother was waiting for him, still face down on the two hay bales.

"Arab Boy always needs help to get mounted in your mother, do you want to have a go at helping him get into her?"

I nodded my head.

Arab Boy was certainly eager to get at my mother after having his dick in my mouth for ten minutes, teasing him, taking him to the brink if his climax over and over again but stopping him short each time. It was a struggle to catch his cock and aim it in the right place but once it entered her cunt, he started thrusting manfully or should that be horsefully into my mother's pussy.

Granddad pulled me away from my mother, how would you like me to fuck you darling?"

"On my back please grandpa so we can kiss as we fuck!"

I was laid out on the cold concrete floor in a position where I could see Arab Boy fucking my mother and as Grandpa slipped his cock into my pussy, Arab boy reached his end game, he'd got just over half of his cock up my mother before he gave up trying to get deeper and as he backed away, his spunk flooded out of her cunt like someone had thrown a bucket full of slime all over the floor.

Grandpa actually triggered his own explosion before he'd given me my orgasm, my dad asked my mother if she'd had enough and she said that she could take Arab Boy all over again if he'd be allowed to fuck twice in one evening. My dad did the next best thing, he clenched his fist and he punched it into my mum's pussy, using his whole forearm and fist to get my mother off again for her third orgasm of the evening.

Grandpa was apologising for finishing so quickly...finishing before I'd got off, I smiled at him and told him that it was okay...that I'd already had plenty of sex earlier in the day.

"Well, shall I take over with your mother and let your dad fuck you...look, he's hard again already!"

"Okay, you take over from my dad because I want to play with him but I want to play with Benji as well."

I made my dad get on his hands and knees and I pulled Sultan up behind him and I encouraged the Doberman Pinscher to mount my dad and I guided his cock up my father's bum before getting on my hands and knees in front of my dad and called Benji, patting my back to encourage Benji to mount me.

Grandpa called out, "Dawn stop, you can't take a dog without help!"

I wiggled my bum, lifted slightly and lowered and suddenly Benji slipped in, my mother laughed through yet another orgasm and as he gasped she said, "Dawn's a Desborough girl...through and through!"

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