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Loving in the Back to Backs part 2
by Isabella

Story code: M+/f, m/f, animal Sex, historical, Anal, Oral, Masturbation, Public sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Prostitution, Incest, Beast, Under Age

I had never been awake so late at night in my life before and was really tired, the Oldfield boys were all sleeping soundly when we got into our bedroom, they continued sleeping soundly even though John was deliberately clumsy in the hope that one or more of them would wake but they didn't. We both stripped off but didn't bother to put on our night things and as usual on a hot evening, John just stripped the blankets off of the bed and we cuddled together.

"I'm torn," "Why?" "After watching you suck the cocks of eleven men, a dog and a ram, I really want to feel what it's like to have my cock sucked until I cum." "Haven't you done it before?" "Never." "What, not even with your first wife?" "She would never have done that in a million years." I sat up in bed, I was a little shocked. "How many women have you fucked so far?" John thought for a moment, "Eleven." "What, you've fucked eleven women and not one of them has sucked your dick for you?" John laughed, then he said, "I've fucked eleven women and you're the only one who I have known that was willing to suck a dick, you are also the only woman I know who would say fuck or dick."

It was my turn to think now, I lay back by my husband's side and we started cuddling again, "Is it unusual for a woman to like sex or want to do so many different things?" "You're one in a million, every man I know wishes his wife would suck his cock from time to time, I think I'm very lucky that I've found someone who likes sex and wants to do anything that would please me so completely."

"So, why are you torn?" "Well, I want to fuck you before I go to sleep but I really want to get sucked but I know I can only manage to cum once before I go to sleep." I wriggled out of my husband's arms and down the bed; I started to suck his cock using every ounce of skill that I had picked up in the past few days. I worked hard to get as much of his cock into my mouth as possible; in my limited experience it seemed important for men to feel a girl's lips against their balls if their cock is in her mouth.

John's cock was longer and fatter than most of the men I had sucked so far but I guessed that getting in my mouth as far as possible would still be important to him, there was a bit of a problem with that though, my mouth wasn't deep enough to get more than half of his cock in, I wriggled a little, thinking that if I could get a different angle on his cock I might get him in a little deeper.

Suddenly his cockhead struck my oesophagus and it made me cough but at a bad time as I was slightly off balance and as I coughed I slipped and suddenly my lips were pressing against his balls. My gag reflex was pumping phlegm out to try and sooth the irritation in my throat and because of all the extra liquid in my mouth my body automatically started to swallow. "Fucking hell I'm close!" John spluttered out, I felt his balls contract as he shot a little pre-cum in readiness.

I yanked my head back as quickly as I could causing my husband to gasp with pure pleasure, I spun my body around and lifted my leg over my husband's hips and in the same second as my mouth left his cock, my cunt slid back over it and as my husband lay on his back totally still, a shocked expression on his face I rocked back and forth as hard and fast as I could without letting his cock slip out of me.

Eventually John got over his shock and started to enjoy me fucking him instead of him fucking me, I watched intently as I fucked him, looking for the tell-tail sign that he was close and as soon as I saw the first shudder of his body as he approached his climax I jumped off of min, almost cart-wheeled around to get my mouth back onto his cock.

I managed to remember the exact position I had been in when I had slipped earlier, I repeated that position again and I deliberately let my whole weight fall forward, in one movement my husband was buried deep in my throat once again. I started to lift my head slowly until I felt the ridge behind his cockhead stretching my oesophagus again and I stopped, remembering how far my mouth was from his balls and then I lowered my head slowly.

John didn't seem half as excited this time as he had the first time I took his cock in my throat, then I remembered that last time I was swallowing, so, when my lips hit his balls this time, I began to swallow again. I lifted my head slowly again, remembering to swallow all the way up, this time I could feel the difference in my husband.

John started to respond and as I dropped down again he lifted his hip up to meet me, that was it, I began to lift and drop my head faster and faster and John's body began to shake as he rocketed close to his orgasm. John started to grunt and swear quite loudly. In all the times we had fucked so far I had never heard him get so verbal, then his body turned stiff as a board, I carried on moving my head, watching his balls as they contracted and relaxed, pumping his semen deep into my belly.

Even after my husband was totally spent I continued to 'work' his cock in my throat until it got so soft that he fell from my mouth. I wriggled back into his arms, "Well, what was that like?" "God Victoria, it was like going to heaven, it was the most special thing I have ever felt in my life before, now I know why men who get to do oral sex with a woman brag about is so much and infect the rest of the male population to want to do it too."

We both fell asleep facing each other and cuddling together but the morning came around far too fast, it was a good thing that the Oldfield girls were making breakfast so that I didn't have to wake up even earlier than I had too.

I hadn't moved a muscle all night so when Rebecca woke me I was desperate for a pee, I ended up, still naked, using the chamberpot as the Oldfield boys got dressed all around me, John was looking at me squatting and he smiled, a mischievous look on his face, then he said, "Hey Mark, Victoria came up with a new trick last night." And as I squatted on the po, John got Mark to feed me his cock. It wasn't so easy to do what I had done for my husband in that position, me sitting on the potty while Mark stood above me but as Mark was as long as John but his cock a little thinner, I managed to swallow his cock into my throat eventually and I brought him off without either of us moving, just by me swallowing.

As I swallowed, John was on his knees at my side, watching closely and then he felt my throat, he could feel Mark's cock in there and he could feel me swallowing as well, he whispered, "Fucking Hell!" When he realised that Mark was shooting and neither of us had moved.

The Oldfield boys left John and I alone and as John was dressing he felt in his pocket, he gave me sevenpence, "Here, I only spent tuppence last night!" "No, I gave you my money, keep it!" John thought for a moment, "No, you keep it, you earned it, why don't you buy a nice dress or something?"

I hid the coins, got dressed and collected the chamberpot, one of the worst jobs I had to do was to take the po down to the court yard and empty it into the barrel ready for collection by the night-soil man. Empty the pot, wash it out and empty that too, then get a shovel full of ashes from the fire and sprinkle them on top of the content from the po. Mrs. Oldfield called out to me to empty the bucket that stood beneath the seat in the outside toilet too. Another disgusting job, especially after a hot night, the content in the bucket must have been there for several days!

After breakfast and the men had all left for work, one of the neighbour ladies called around, she didn't want anything in particular, she just wanted to show off a new pinafore dress that she had brought the day before. I was more impressed than the Oldfield girls, I looked it over very closely, a sleeveless, short length dress that was worn like a coat over one's normal clothes to protect them while cooking or cleaning. There were no buttons down the front but a small hole in one side seam and two lengths of belting sewn onto the open edges, the front was also much wider than on a normal coat or dress. The longer of the belts was passed through the small hole and passed around the woman's back and tied at the other side with the shorter belt, giving the pinafore dress a double front as protection against spillages.

Pinafores weren't a new idea but this new style was, my interest wasn't peaked by the pinafore but by what that dress could become. I held the image of the dress in my head and excused myself from sewing buttons onto card and took a walk into the market. One advantage of living in Inge Street was it's close proximity to the main markets. I found a stall that was selling small pieces of material that were no longer needed by the clothing manufacturers, I even found a good length of lightweight cotton, that had a printing fault in it and I was able to buy almost a full bolt of the material for just threepence.

I had spotted the cloth that was sold to cheese makers too, very thin, open weave, cream coloured as it couldn't be bleached as it was going to be used for wrapping food. I brought a penny worth of that material too and spent a farthing on thread before heading home with all of my purchases.

When I got home I used some brown paper and one of my old dresses to make a pattern so that I could cut a new dress in the wrap-over style from the material I had brought. I also found an old pair of young Daniel Oldfield's trousers and slipped them on, I got some strange looks from the Oldfield women, the material wasn't quite right but the fit was close to perfect, I used the old trousers to make another paper pattern.

I cut the cheese cloth material to fit the seat of the trousers but with very short legs, then I sat and sewed the side seams very carefully with small stitches, I was quite a good seamstress and quickly had the two halves sewn together, I also turned the waist and the legs over and stitched them too.

I slipped the new drawers on, they fitted very well but fell down, Mrs. Oldfield suggested I use a ribbon belt to hold them up but Ruth chipped in, why not find some elasticated material, cut it into a thin strip and make it just a little shorter than your waist measurement?" I gave Ruth a penny and sent her out on the hunt for elasticated material.

I had left the material a little longer on the legs than I had needed too and I began to sew small hearts and clover leaf patterns an inch wide around each leg, I had used the sewing to pull holes in the material, just wide enough to thread thin ribbon through the holes, brilliant scarlet ribbons, pulled a little to narrow the legs and then ties on the outside of each leg with a tiny bow.

As soon as Ruth returned with a sheet of elasticated material I cut a strip a quarter of an inch wide from the end. I held the material around my waist, marked the point where the two ends met. Then I cut the material, I cut it a full inch shorter than my waist measurement, I fed the elastic through the waist of my new drawers but naturally it didn't make it all the way through as it was now way too short. Ruth helped me by pulling on the two ends of the elastic while I sewed an overlapping join carefully so that the elastic wouldn't part and let me down.

I pulled my new drawers on again, they looked so sexy, they covered my lower body but you could still see my dark hairy triangle through the front, so I was covered up but not hidden from view. After lunch it was the Oldfield's turn to use the wash house in the court yard and while I washed the pots Ruth and Rebecca started carrying the thirty-six buckets of water needed to fill the wood-fired copper, after the first two buckets were poured into the copper, an inch of red carbolic soap was cut off of the end of a block of soap and dropped into the water.

While the water came up to temperature the girls collected all of the family washing from around the house, sheets, towels, blankets and clothes, I was allowed to stay in the kitchen instead of helping out in the washroom, which was very hard work for ten people, Mrs. Oldfield wanted me to make three more pairs of drawers, two pairs to the same measurements and one pair slightly larger for her to wear.

As I had the pattern already and was so fast at sewing, I had all three pairs of drawers finished by six o'clock, they had finished the washing and had emptied the copper, as the fire was still lit, they had to put a gallon of water in it to stop the copper being damaged.

I cut a small sliver of soap and dropped it into the water as it bubbled away and without giving a second thought, I dropped all four pairs of drawers into the water and stirred them around. I wasn't really use to washing in actual boiling water, my family never did that at home, we only ever used hand-hot water back on the farm.

The skimpy items of clothing weren't really dirty, they had never been worn and only one pair had even been tried on so I didn't wash them for long before dragging them out with the dolly and dropping them into cold water, as soon as the soap was rinsed out of the clothes, I realised my mistake, I should have removed the ribbons from the legs. The colour had run from the ribbons into the rest of the drawers, so now, instead of being a delicate cream colour, they were bright red, I was crestfallen, a whole days work totally ruined by careless washing.

I was going to throw the drawers away and start again; at least I had plenty of material left to start over again the next day. Mrs. Oldfield walked in at that moment, while I was devastated, she was delighted, she didn't bother running them through the mangle and before she hung them on the washing line, she pulled the ribbon from all eight legs.

The new drawers were on the third line so well hidden from view so no one else could see them. When the men got home nothing was mentioned about my productive day, we all ate and after the pots were washed and the men were sitting around in their night shirts drinking beer, I went out and checked on the washing, it was all dry; the drawers had dried the quickest as they were so skimpy.

I folded the drawers into the sheets to keep them hidden and carried them into the house, all of us girls went up to make the beds up and while we were out of the room, we all put our new drawers on after I replaced the red ribbon in all eight legs. The girls loved their new sexy underwear. We all went back into the kitchen and lined up in front of the table, then on cue, we all lifted our skirts to show the men our new clothes.

Mr. Oldfield was so impressed that he took my hand and guided me up to his bedroom, John and Mrs. Oldfield followed up after us and the four of us shared the big double bed in Mr. And Mrs. Oldfield's bedroom, as John fucked Mrs. Oldfield and Mr. Oldfield fucked me, the Oldfield kids slipped past the bedroom and all went up to the top floor, we could clearly hear every gasp and squeal from the room above us as we were fucking.

We actually all slept in those groupings all night, Mr Oldfield fucked me at least eight times during the night and John fucked Mrs. Oldfield several times as well. In the morning, I had a cunt full of Mr. Oldfield's spunk, I put my new drawers on and only them to strut around a little to see how it would look if I were wearing them when I put on a show. Within a second I realised that the drawers needed something else, the spunk in my body was just running from my cunt and there was nothing to stop it dripping all over the floor. Naturally, I took a hold of a towel and started to mop between my legs, then I realised what was missing and still wearing just red drawers I went to the kitchen and began to make another pair of knickers.

I refined the design to create an overlap between my legs, double the thickness of the cheese cloth might be enough, I tried them on before they were finished and the liquid that was still falling from my cunt just dripped straight through once again.

I went to the box of rags used for cleaning and found an old, torn, under skirt. I cut a small oblong from the thick cotton and unpicked the stitching between the legs of the new design, then I laid the thick cotton between the two layers of cheese cloth and sewed them together again.

The sexy thin drawers didn't feel quite so nice between the legs now but once I put them on I realised that I had hit on the answer. Mrs. Oldfield had discovered the same problem that I had found and as she came into the kitchen she said, "Now I know why they make drawers as two separate legs that are open between so a woman can dry herself properly.

I handed her the mark two design and even though I had worn them and made the crotch area wet with her husband's sperm, she still pulled them on and was mightily impressed. I started working on more pairs of knickers while Mr's Oldfield and her daughters made the men their breakfast. Over the next few days I got help from Ruth and Rebecca, I designed and made cheese cloth tops, both blouses and camisole tops, Mrs. Oldfield found pictures of sexy corsets, not made to hold a stomach in but just to provide a sexy covering to a girl's body, she also found pictures from France of bandeaus (brassieres) that were being advertised to 'Parisian Ladies'.

Mr. Oldfield had become very interested in the clothes that I was making and had used his contacts to get me many lengths of fabric, all kinds but each one picked because of how soft and sensual they felt against the skin or a certain thinness that would allow the female body to be both covered and yet exposed at the same time.

I had to keep on top of Ruth and Rebecca as their sewing wasn't close to as good as mine but they were getting better and better with every stitch. By Sunday morning I had made enough clothing of different types to be able to wear twenty separate garments at the same time, just six days earlier, I had performed a striptease to music in my head with only two items of clothing to take off, when I went to perform in the stable the next day, I would have a choice of twenty different items, each a little more revealing and a little smaller than the last to keep the men interested for up to an hour as I undressed.

Herbert came up with the idea that the dance portion of the show would be better with some real music for me to dance too and so he brought one of his friends in with a violin and on the Sunday afternoon, I dressed in my bedroom while the kitchen floor area was cleared and when I got down in the kitchen, I danced and stripped off for fifteen men in the kitchen, fifteen men and the Oldfield women too. I had put on all twenty items and was sweating like a pig when I started dancing.

Most of the men who weren't Oldfield's or my husband were men who were supplying things for the show the next day and their payment was going to be the show and a little extra after the show. As I danced Ruth and Rebecca were copying what I was doing, they were following the movements but not actually stripping off.

The fiddler chose very fast and bouncy tunes to play for me as I danced and the clothes I took off received great reactions from the men watching, when I was finally naked Mr Oldfield suggested I took the man supplying the music to my bedroom. I, totally naked as I showed the way, he, he didn't even bother to open his trousers fully, just pulling the flap down and taking his cock out of the front of his long johns. While we fucked, Ruth and Rebecca joined us in the bedroom with two other men who didn't want to wait until I had finished with the fiddler.

The three of us had sex with the men and when they had finished and they went back down to the kitchen, three other men came up, I had used the bladder and tubing to wash myself and the other two girls out before the next men joined us.

The man who chose me had a very long but very thin cock so instead of just laying on my back for him to climb on top I encouraged him to lay on his back and I began to suck his cock, Ruth was watching me closely and when my lips finally reached the man's balls, both girls and the men they were fucking stopped to get a close look at what I was doing.

As soon as I brought my man off I helped Ruth and Rebecca to do the same for their men, both girls were older than I was and should have been able to copy me quite easily and once they had overcome their fear, they both managed to swallow their man's cocks. I was watching the men's faces, as the girls swallowed their cocks into their throats, both men looked totally surprised and when I told the girls to keep swallowing as they moved their heads up and down the men went wild and shot off very quickly.

I found the bottle of Gin that John and I had brought home from the barracks and all three of us girls took a swallow from the bottle while the men were walking down the stairs. Mrs. Oldfield popped into the room, "There are three more men, is it okay to send them up? Or do you need a little time to clean up?"

Ruth said, "We're all nice and clean, send them up!" When the men came up, we let them make their choice as to which of us they wanted to lay with and after they had made that choice, we asked which way they wanted to take us, mouth or fanny. They all started fucking us normally, then I heard Ruth's man ask if he could swap to her mouth and as soon as the other two saw what she was doing for him, they all wanted to use our mouths and throats.

I passed around the Gin once again and we all lay naked on the bed, just chatting, something we never did as a rule, we were usually working as we chatted, in just one week I really felt that Ruth and Rebecca were my sisters and I wasn't missing my real family one little bit.

Mr Oldfield came into the room, he had brought up my clothes from the striptease earlier, "I've taken orders for several of these from the men who were watching, they will get their wives to pop around on Tuesday or Wednesday to pick out exactly what they want you girls to make for them, mother is working out roughly what each garment will cost to make in your size and she'll add more if they need more material or extra work. Collect your clothes girls and off to bed with you."

I stopped Mr. Oldfield leaving the room to follow his daughters down to their bedroom, "What animals have you organised for the show tomorrow?" "I'm still not sure yet, definitely a dog and the last man you fucked owns the boar, he'll definitely be there, especially as you've just paid him for using his pig." "Nothing more definite than that?" "Well, we'll be in the stable, so, chances are there will be at least one horse or donkey but that isn't definite." "Really, what have you been telling people about the show to get them there?" "Just that you're young and that there will be some animal sex involved, that was enough to get their interest."

I lay in the middle of the double bed for my husband and the Oldfield boys to come up, as I lay there and before I heard the footsteps on the stairs I heard Rebecca trying out her new oral sex skills on her father.

John sat on the single bed and watched as I let the Oldfield boys fuck me, each one filling my fanny with spunk but John stopped me washing in between them and when I was loaded with four loads of cum, John blew the candle out and pulled me onto our bed and he crawled between my legs and he began to lick me all around, just like the dog had done the night before, he lifted his head at one point, "We should get a dog, he could do the cleaning up," and then he went down again and started actually licking out between my legs as he drank four men's cum from deep inside of me.

I do hope that you liked this instalment of the story and of course, there is still the Monday show to come, I will be thinking about that and get part three written as soon as I can.

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