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Written: 29 January 2020

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Memories Pt3.
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M/F, b/F Incest, Underage, Public sex, First time, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Beast

John had to work until Saturday afternoon to finish up a stock take at a store in the North of England, so all I'd had since my chat with Edith was masturbation at my own fingers while writing or chatting on-line with John, on Saturday morning I was getting myself ready for a good fucking, Dawn and Sarah would be going off to dance classes at eleven-thirty and John was due home shortly after. I was in the bathroom painting my face when Sarah pushed Dawn through the bathroom door, Sarah said, "Go on...tell her!"

Dawn was twisting in the wind, she was reluctant to talk but Sarah pushed her again, "Mum...I'm sorry but I'm a little late!"

I checked my wristwatch, "You're not late darling, your first class isn't until eleven thirty so I've got ages to get you there yet!"

Dawn looked exasperated, she looked to Sarah for help, Sarah heaved a heavy sigh, "The thing is mum, Dawn didn't mean late as in late for dance class...she's late...a week late...you know what I mean!"

"A week late...you mean her period is a week late?"

Dawn nodded her head, her face looked totally miserable...

I thought about it for a moment before saying, "It isn't unusual for a girl of your age to miss a period now and again while her body is getting used to its new role as a woman!"

Dawn looked even more miserable now, "The thing is mum, I've been having sex with boys!"

"Boys darling, which boys?"

"Boys in my class...mainly!"

"And how often have you had sex with these boys?"

"Most days for about the last year."

"Well then, we'll need to visit the doctor on Monday, just to be sure, once we know for sure, one way or the other, we'll have to go and see the various boys' parents!"

The prospect of visiting the doctor had terrified Dawn but mentioning the boy's parents, that made her even more uncomfortable.

I collected Jennifer, the ten year old girl that trained with Dawn and Sarah from down the road, took the three girls to dance class in my car, I spotted Tony Costello hanging around outside the hall where the classes were being held. Dawn's face turned bright red as soon as she saw Tony standing there.

While Dawn and Sarah went into dance class, I walked over to Tony and I asked him how his father was. He seemed surprised that I'd gone to him willingly after our last meeting, his right hand went straight to my backside, feeling my arse through the back of my dress.

I slapped his hand away and said, "All I want to know is, how your father is doing after his accident earlier in the week."

Tony said, "I guess that you aren't on heat today, you're wearing knickers under your dress."

I suddenly realised why Tony was standing where he was...he could see into the dance studio, he could see all of the young girls as they danced and pranced around in the old village hall dressed in their white, ultra thin, leotards. I noticed that several of the younger girls seemed to be focussing on Tony as they danced...as if they were dancing just for him.

As Tony watched Dawn and Sarah leap in the air...gazelle like with eighteen other girls of a similar age he said, "He's back home now, they had to put a metal plate in his arm but he should be back at work in a few weeks...not out on the beat, just paper pushing in the back office until he's up to full strength..." Tony grinned at me and he nodded his head in Dawn and Sarah's direction, "...Dawn and Sarah are both on heat...I can always tell, they don't wear knickers under their leotards. All I have to do is pop the middle two poppers between their legs and I can fuck them without taking their leotards off, no one around us even realises that we're fucking!"

I looked more closely at my daughters, Tony was right, neither of my daughters were wearing knickers...I looked at the other eighteen girls, only two girls were wearing knickers, all the rest were dancing wearing just a leotard with nothing at all under.

Sarah was now on the right of the hall, she was standing with her right leg back slightly, her left leg slightly forward, knee bent a little, her arms in front, just above waist height, she was bracing herself to catch...the role that would be taken by the male dancer...if the dance class had attracted any male dancers but in our area, there was one hundred girls in ballet classes to every boy...and one fifth of a boy couldn't catch a girl, no matter how small she was.

I watched as Dawn took a long run up towards Sarah, that caused my eyes to open wide, Dawn had never performed a leap that needed to be caught before, she was still at least six months younger than a girl would usually perform such a leap, six months younger and two grades below the proficiency level usually needed for such a complex dance move.

Dawn was graceful, she left the floor, her leap was perhaps a little too high, Sarah had to make a slight correction in her stance and raise her arms a little, Dawn's arms were in cruciform, straight out at her sides, there wasn't a moment's hesitation on her part, she trusted that her sister would catch her perfectly. Sarah's hands caught her sister by her hips and lifted her above her head like a rag doll. Dawn kept her body perfectly straight as Sarah turned on the spot and lowered Dawn back to the floor.

In turning Dawn, Sarah had pointed her wide open legs towards where Tony and I were standing, I saw Tony's mouth turn into a wide grin, the crotch fastening on her leotard was half open, only the outer two poppers were fastened so as Dawn's lower body froze before being lowered to the floor, it looked like her pussy was winking at me...well, winking at Tony probably. As Sarah lowered Dawn something strange happened, the winking pussy suddenly turned red, the force of the leap and catch had turned her period on...cleared the log-jam, the mucus plug blocking her cervix had been dislodged and her period had been turned on with a vengeance, spreading out across the crotch of her leotard.

It took Dawn around five seconds to realise that she was in a mess, she finished her dance move with a rapid pirouette, she didn't stop, she ran through to the changing room, grabbed her coat and wrapped it around her waist to hide the start of her period from view and she ran out to me with a massive grin on her face. She ran over to me and said, "Mum...I've 'Come-on', so no need to visit the doctor on Monday!"

I think it was said as much for Tony's benefit as for mine but I knocked a little of the smile off of her face when I replied, "That's what you think young lady...now that your period is here, you're going to have to tell the doctor what you've been up to and hope that he will put you on birth control or you're going to have to stay home until you're twenty-one years old at least!"

Well, that certainly took the wind out of Dawn's sails and just at that moment, John phoned to tell me that he was just leaving the motorway at junction fifteen, so he'd be home in five minutes. I told Tony to give my regards to his father and dragged Dawn off to home to get her messy episode cleaned up and get her into knickers and a sanitary towel.

As I drove Dawn back home I wondered just how John would feel, he'd been away all week and we'd masturbated together over the internet every day and he was expecting a 'Daughter-free' afternoon today...

I parked my car at the side of John's car on the drive, I could see him through the living room window, he was in the kitchen and he was undressing, putting his suit on a hanger for me to take to the dry-cleaners on Monday morning. As I walked down the path to the back of the house I marvelled at the change in my husband...just one year ago, John would have arrived home on a Saturday and run straight to our bedroom...not for sex...he wouldn't even remove his tie before he was in the bedroom. He would usually undress in the bedroom, put his dressing gown on, then run to the family bathroom, take his shower, he would have been correctly dressed before leaving the bathroom but because of that, I would often have to go to the bedroom on Monday morning to try and find which suit to take to the dry-cleaners because last weeks suit would be hanging in his wardrobe with the rest of his suits.

By the time I reached the back door, John had stripped down to his underpants, he was going to use the bathroom behind the kitchen for his shower. I cleared my throat as I walked in the kitchen and gestured behind me with my head, John was just uncovering his bottom when he looked past me and saw that Dawn was following me, his underpants were suddenly pulled up again. John had been excited when he realised that I was home and his flagpole was standing proud inside his underpants, its little eye trying to peep over the waistband of his pants but as soon as he saw Dawn walking in behind me his flag suddenly slipped to half mast or lower and it shrunk down out of sight inside his underpants.

Dawn dodged past me and ran to her father, she wrapped her arms around him, hugged him, pressing her cheek against his bare chest and as she kissed his chest, she said, "Was it hell out there in the trenches daddy?"

John looked totally shocked, it wasn't her question, she asked him the same thing every week when he got home after a week away...usually the question would have come a few hours later in the day, John would have been dressed, Dawn would have been wearing her casual cloths after Dance class and usually I'd have already spent two hours at least working on his week's sexual frustration problem...John struggled to make his usual response, "I went over the top with my head held high and did battle with the enemy to bring home the bacon!"

As Dawn pulled away from her father I saw her rub her hand down over her leotard covered breast, there was a wet spot on her leotard, directly on top of her breast. I looked from the damp spot on Dawn's chest to the front of John's underpants, his cock was at full vigour once again, the little eye was actually on show above his underpants and it was salivating like mad.

Dawn ran into the bathroom and turned the taps on, to fill the bathtub. I had removed the washing-up bowl from the kitchen sink and was filling the sink with warm water and a scoop of biological washing powder, "Dawn, I need your leotard to get it in soak...check your jacket please, see if that needs to go into soak as well."

Dawn appeared in the doorway again, she was naked, she had her jacket in one hand and her leotard in the other, John's face went bright red and he jumped...inside his underpants, his cock jumped but his whole body followed as he jumped into the air and he turned his back to his daughter.

"My jacket looks okay but I think my leotard is beyond saving."

"I'll wash it, it'll be okay for practicing your dance at home or you could use it as a base for a fancy dress costume!"

Dawn slipped back into the bathroom, leaving me holding her jacket in one hand and her leotard in the other. I hung the jacket up and then plunged her leotard into the warm soapy water.

John came up behind me and he reached around my body as I worked the soapy water into the crotch of Dawn's leotard, he cupped my breasts through my dress, he bit the nape of my neck playfully and then had an afterthought, he looked towards the bathroom door, "She didn't shut the door."

"They never do, neither Dawn nor Sarah are the least bit shy, they usually tone things down a little at the weekends when you're home but in the week...this could be an extension to Blackthorns Sun Club!"

"Is that the nudist club on Riseley Road, on the other side of Bedford?"

I grinned at him and nodded my head.

"And why did Dawn think her leotard is beyond saving?"

I pulled the garment out of the soapy water, the worst of the blood was already gone, I fastened the four poppers between the legs and gave a gentle pull, the two outer poppers held manfully but the two in the middle just gave way with no resistance at all. I dropped it back into the warm water to finish soaking and took a hold of his cock to use as a leash to guide John towards the living room and the staircase beyond.

"Vicky...I'm feeling a little guilty that I'm about to use this..." he gestured down to his cock in my hand, "...when it was Dawn that made it grow on me!"

"I'm sure that Dawn would be flattered to know that she did that to you...would you feel happier if we went out for a walk until you calmed down and then come back and let me build your tower back up myself?"

"I'm certain that Dawn has no idea that she has that effect on anyone...never mind her own father."

"I'm afraid that I'm about to burst a little bubble of certainty in your life...why do you think that the middle two poppers on Dawn's leotard are strained?"

"Well, they aren't the most durable of things, just little poppers..."

"But the outside two poppers take a lot more strain when Dawn dances and if Dawn only opened the poppers when she gets into or out of the leotard, all four buttons would be equally strained."

John looked a little confused but he was distracted as he looked past me, I was still pulling him towards the stairs by his cock, he saw a boy at the end of the drive standing at the side of a pushbike and looking nervously in our direction.

John said, "What are you implying darling?" absentmindedly as he watched the boy dressed in a Manchester United football strip leaning his pushbike against our fence.

"I think that the two buttons in the middle of the leotard's crotch are opened far more often than the outer two."

"I don't know why she would..."

I butted in with, "Boys darling...our youngest has discovered boys."

"But she's only fourteen years old, Sarah's two years older and she isn't interested in boys yet!"

I let go of his cock and patted his face, "I hate to have to break the bad news to you darling but I think that both of our daughters are just very good at keeping things on the 'Q.T'. I suspect that they have both been sexually active, with boys, for a very long time."

John nodded his head towards the boy, no longer in the street but edging nervously down the side of my car, "Who's that boy?"

"That's Tony Costello, I think he is Dawn's current sexual interest."

"How do you know him?"

"Well, he was outside the dance studio waiting for Dawn when we got there...and when I brought Dawn home with me, he's just peddled the five miles from the studio to get here."

John pulled a dressing gown on while I went to the front door to see what Tony wanted.

He looked sheepish and furtive, "Oh, hi again Mrs Clarke...I was wondering if Dawn could come out to the park with me!"

"I'm sorry Tony but Dawn's in the bath at the moment and I don't allow her to go out after having a bath."

Tony looked disappointed but then he smiled at me and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you Mrs Clarke...could you tell Dawn that I'll see her at school on Monday please?"

I looked over my shoulder at John, he was eyeing Tony up suspiciously, I turned back to Tony, "Perhaps you'd like to hang around the house with Dawn for an hour or so...listen to some music or something?"

Tony brightened up, "I'd love to...if that's okay with you and your husband!"

I stepped aside and let Tony into the living room, I pointed to the sofa, "You can sit there..." the sofa of the girl's living room was a significant placement, it implies that the girl will be allowed to sit next to the boy, directing him to one of the single seats would have implied that I intended to keep them apart.

John sat in the seat opposite Tony and engaged him in conversation. I butted in and asked Tony if he'd like a drink of something, he looked towards our cocktail cabinet longingly but replied, "I'd love a cola or fruit juice if you have one please."

"I have a light beer, you could have a glass of that if you like."

I got another grin and Tony nodded his head.

I went through to the kitchen and collected a can of light beer and then went to the cupboard that we stored our glasses in and as it was at the side of the door leading through to the bathroom. I popped my head around the door, Dawn was almost totally submerged under the water, only her nipples and areola were actually still above the surface of the water. You could have mistaken her for being dead if it weren't for the occasional bubble escaping from her mouth. Dawn was once again exercising her lungs...filling her lungs totally and then sinking under water and trying to hold her breath in for as long as possible, counting Mississippi's until she had to surface and take a breath, trying to beat the count that she had reached the time before.

I reached under the water and shook her shoulder, she came out from under and gasped for air, "Mum, I was going for a 'PB' then!"

"I just wanted to tell you that Tony Costello has called for you."

"Can I answer the phone in the bathtub please?"

"Not on the telephone, he's in the living room arguing with your father because Tony's wearing a Manchester United football strip and tour father thinks he should be supporting the 'Cobblers'!"

"God mum, dad's so embarrassing!"

I showed her the can in my hand, "I'm giving Tony a glass of this...I told him that he could hang out with you for an hour, listen to music or something...would you like the other half of this?"

Dawn grinned and nodded her head and she jumped to her feet in the tub and started soaping her body, "I'm going to need a pair of knickers from my bedroom and a sanitary towel from the upstairs bathroom mum."

"There are knickers out on the washing line that should be dry by now and I have some of my panty liners in the cupboard under the sink here, I'll pour the beer out and then go out and fetch you some knickers."

I split the can of beer over two glasses and then went out into the garden. Sarah and Dawn were both almost exactly the same size so they usually shared their knickers...well for school at any rate, Sarah had spent a little of her own money to buy a few pairs of more colourful knickers for herself, while Dawn usually spent her money on books. The washing line had ten pairs of white school knickers hanging out to dry, they were all exactly the same size, full body, the waistband reached up to the girl's bellybuttons and the leg holes were parallel to the floor when worn. There were, however, two pairs that weren't school knickers, two pairs of Sarah's knickers, one pair were light blue, the body only half as long as her school knickers where the leg holes were raised from the crotch to the side seam by around ten degrees to give them a better shape, the second pair were Fire Engine red, the front and back were as long as the blue ones but the legs were 'French' cut, sloping from the crotch up by closer to forty-five degrees, the sides were only an inch from the waistband at the outside of the legs so that they had the look of almost being thongs.

I pulled the red and blue knickers off of the line and took them both to Dawn.

"I can't wear them, Sarah will kill me!"

"All the others are still damp, it takes cotton longer to dry than nylon...I'll sort everything out with Sarah when she gets home."

I left Dawn rinsing her body clear of soap and took two glasses of light beer into the living room, I put the first glass down in front of Tony on the left hand side of the coffee table and the other glass down on the right, John looked from the second glass of beer and up to my face, "Am I driving somewhere?"

"That glass is for Dawn darling, not for you!"

John returned to his 'Free and frank' discussion with Tony, "Okay...I'll accept that as you were born in Manchester and lived there until you were ten years old...you do qualify to wear the Manchester United football strip..."

I took John's hand and pulled him from his seat, cutting his monologue short and as we reached the stairs, Dawn padded through from the kitchen, she was barefoot and wrapped in two towels, a small towel wrapped around her head like a turban and a full sized towel wrapping her body, from her neck almost down to her knees. John tried to stop me pulling him up the stairs as he watched Dawn slink, cat like, over to the sofa, she didn't sit on the middle seat next to Tony, she sat on the right hand side of the sofa but she didn't sit 'Normally', she sat with her back against the armrest and lifted her feet over Tony's lap, rubbing her bare feet over the bulge in the front of his thin white nylon football shorts. I tugged at John's hand again just as Tony's right hand slipped onto Dawn's left leg, between her knee and the bottom of her towel.

Because of the way that Dawn was sitting, the towel around her body had ridden up and there was a flash of red nylon showing under the towel.

John was very reluctant to leave Tony and Dawn alone in the living room listening to music.

I finally managed to get him into our bedroom and pushed him towards the bed, as I was pushing him I was also pulling his dressing gown off over his shoulders, he was wearing just his underpants and I was pulling my knickers down, "Vicky, I'm not happy about Dawn being down there alone with that boy dressed in just a towel!"

"Are you worried that he might fuck her down there?"

John nodded his head.

"Well, if he does...we'll know, he's wearing white nylon shorts and Dawn is wrapped in a white towel and as Dawn has just started her period we'll know if they have, we'll see the evidence all over the place."

I didn't pull John's underpants all the way down, I just uncovered his cock and pushed him onto the bed on his back and I jumped on top of him...straddling his hips and guiding his cock into my pussy. I fucked John hard, he was ready to climax in sixty-five seconds but I managed to just pause my fucking for long enough to kill John's climb and I managed to keep fucking him for twenty-five minutes in total before I let him finish off in my body and it was a hell of a spout, flooding my inner body out.

I checked the time as I panted down from a series of massive orgasms, it seemed so unfair that I could have many dozens of orgasms in one fucking session but John only got to have one...two if he was extremely excited when he started fucking or if we had many hours free to fuck...I though, didn't have many hours to fuck, much as I would have loved to spend the time fucking, I needed to get dinner started. I'd been given a massive steak by John's father, it was over forty ounces in weight, three inches thick and it had come from an experimental beast that was a cross between a Holstein Friesian bull and a Zebu cow, the bull had weighed close to three thousand pounds and the mother was over two thousand pounds. The cow had been bred at the agricultural collage in Leicestershire, close to Melton Mowbray and it, as well as its brothers and sisters, were passed around local farmers to be fattened up and slaughtered to see how palatable their meat was.

Ron had tried out the first cut of meat from the slaughtered cow and found it to be a little tough so he suggested that I might like to make my share into a casserole, cook it long and slow to help break down the Collagen and see if that would make the meat more palatable. So I needed to get the casserole started as quickly as possible so that it would be ready for dinner time.

I was ahead of John going down into the living room, John had to wipe my juice and his spunk from his cock and pubic area before getting dressed, all I needed to do was give myself a quick wipe out and let my dress fall back into place and I was off down the stairs.

The music was a little too loud for Dawn and Tony to hear me approaching the living room and as I walked in, Dawn's head was in Tony's lap, her hair was in the state that we call a 'Dawn-de-lion' so most of Tony's lower body was hidden...mind you, the way that Tony was puffing and panting, it was a good job that Dawn's hair only looked like the seed pod of a dandelion and didn't copy its actions or Dawn would have been bald and I would have been able to see exactly what Dawn was doing to Tony. I'd guessed that she was sucking his cock but her massive mane of hair hid things very well.

I cleared my throat and Dawn pulled her head up quickly, I spotted Tony pulling the front of his football shorts back into place, "You should have brushed your hair before it dried Dawn, it'll be murder to tame that mop now."

"Can you help me please mummy?"

"I've got to start dinner now darling but I'll comb a little relaxer through your hair as soon as I've got the casserole in the oven."

When John got down into the living room, Dawn and Tony were both lying on the sofa, legs tangled together, Tony's face against Dawn's arm but his hand was on her bare thigh, just millimetres away from her knickers.

I was cutting the steak into three inch cubes, I had a bag with a little plain flower, salt, pepper, garlic salt and mixed herbs, each cube of steak was popped into the bag, shaken in the dry powder mix and then popped into a smoking hot, heavy pan to seal all six faces of the meat before popping it into the cast iron, 'Dutch Oven', with the rough cut root vegetables and beef stock ready to pop into the oven for several hours.

I heard John telling Dawn that he thought that it was time for her to get dressed and she ran up the stairs to her bedroom and after popping the last meat cube into the pot and then the pot into the oven, I followed her up to her bedroom to try and turn the 'Dawn-de-lion' hairstyle back into something resembling a human head.

While I was beating Dawn's hair down my phone rang, it was Claire, Jennifer's mother, she was at the dance studio and she was reporting the fact that Dawn wasn't there and the dance teacher had no idea where Dawn was, "She said that Dawn pestered her to allow her to try a leap and catch but she thinks that Dawn may have hurt herself because as soon as Sarah finished the catch and lowered her sister to the ground gracefully, Dawn just ran off and she hasn't seen her since...and that boy that is always hanging around the school seems to have disappeared at the same time."

"It's okay Claire, I was still there when Dawn ran out, she's here at home with me and the boy cycled over here to be with Dawn."

"Oh, you know about him and Dawn then?"

"I found out about him this morning."

"Okay, the girls are ready, we'll be home in fifteen minutes."

I was lying in wait for Sarah as she walked into the kitchen, she was wearing a wrap over skirt over her leotard but nothing extra on top so her breasts were very much on show as she wasn't wearing a bra and the leotard material was so thin and stretchy.

I explained that I had given Dawn her red bikini brief knickers and to stop her going supernova at that news I asked her where she had bought them from so that I could go there and buy her a replacement pair. I was surprised that Sarah couldn't remember where she'd bought them from, she had told me that she had bought the new colourful knickers herself from her savings so she should have known where I could get replacements from.

I left Sarah in the bathroom getting her bath ready and for the first time in months, Sarah closed the bathroom door before undressing. Dawn had finished getting dressed and had returned to the living room, she was wearing a short 'Peasant' dress, the top of the dress was self supporting , the shoulder straps were basically just decorative and hung over the outside of the tops of her arms, showing off her beautiful long neck and shapely shoulders and, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress.

There was a burble, the sound of a text message coming in to a mobile phone, Tony lifted his bum off of the sofa and fished his phone out of his back pocket, I watched his thumbs moving over the little keypad on the small screen, it looked like he typed in 'Maid of Orleans' which was the name of a fancy clothes shop in Kettering, not the kind of shop I'd ever go into though, the staff had orders to shoot anyone over thirty trying to gain access, it was definitely a clothing shop for the twenties and under, Tony typed in '£20' before pressing the send key to reply to the message.

I waited for Tony to press send on his phone and then I asked him if he'd like to stop for dinner.

"I'll have to ask my mum if it's okay Mrs Clarke...but thanks for the offer."

Tony phoned his mother and while he was talking to her I went back into the kitchen, dinner would be the rustic beef casserole that was already in the oven and French baguettes that I would fresh bake while the casserole was cooking.

Sarah came out of the bathroom drying herself, unlike Dawn, Sarah hadn't bothered to wash her hair...nor even get it wet, it was still pinned into the tight braids that she had put it in to practice her dancing, "Mum, I've remembered where I got my red knickers from, it's a shop in Kettering called 'Maid of Orleans' and cost around twenty pounds."

I was kneading the dough, fortunately with baguette dough it didn't need lot of kneading so I didn't even look in her direction as I replied, "I'll go over there on Monday and buy a set in Dawn's cup size, the panties will be the same size so Dawn can have the bra and you the knickers."

Sarah pondered that statement as she unpinned her hair, "Erm...or, you could buy two sets in Dawn's size and one in mine so that we could both have two sets each!"

"You think I should spend sixty pounds...just so that you and Dawn look sexy for your boyfriend!"

I deliberately didn't say boyfriends because it looked like Dawn and Sarah seemed to be sharing time with Tony as his girlfriend. Sarah started brushing her hair through and looked like she was heading towards the living room, "Erm...Sarah, Tony's in the living room with Dawn and your father so please make sure that you're covered before you go through and go straight up to your room and get dressed please."

I left the dough to rise in the cupboard that held the hot water tank, I'd have at least an hour before I'd need to knock the dough down and shape it into baguette form and leave it for a second rising so I decided to take John out for a walk for an hour.

I washed and dried my hands and then went through to the living room, Sarah had just returned and I was surprised to see that she was dressed exactly the same as Dawn, the same peasant dress but she wouldn't have the same red, French cut, panties as Dawn under it, she would probably be wearing her blue knickers...not quite as sexy as the red ones but the blue knickers were far sexier than my daughters usual panties.

I dragged John to his feet, he was very reluctant to leave the house with Tony sitting on the sofa with Dawn and Sarah but I was forceful and pulled him through the front door. John started to complain about leaving the three teenagers alone in the house, I looked through the living room window, Tony had moved out of the left seat on the sofa and was now sitting in the middle seat, Dawn was still on the right but now Sarah was sitting on Tony's left.

"We can stay home if you like but I'll be dragging you up to the bedroom again because I'm still horny...so you won't be sitting in the living room to keep Tony off the girls."

John reluctantly allowed me to pull him away from the house, I said, "How would you like to take a walk out by the Gypsy camp?"

John grinned at me, "You hoping that the police have let young Dan Pickering out already?"

"He was out the day after he was arrested...his van wasn't so lucky though, he tried to use the usual Gypsy argument that the vehicle is part of his house but, unfortunately for him, there was no tow-bar on the van, so it couldn't be used to tow his caravan and because of that, he needed to pay car tax on it and he hadn't bothered to do that so his van is going to be crushed so Dan won't be using it to strip lead off of any more church roofs."

"I'm sure that he'll soon have a new van and be up to his old tricks again!"

"Well, new to him anyway, I'll bet it'll end up being just as old as the one the police are about to crush but I'll bet that Dan fits a tow-ball on the back of his next van, even if he just bolts it onto the rear doors!"

That made John laugh and I felt him relax.

John's father had a field that adjoined the Gypsy camp on two sides and as we started to pass that field, with the Gypsy camp in sight I spotted a lone figure in the field, a mountain of flesh, no mistaking the bulk of Dan Pickering but why was he standing in the middle of a field that was lying fallow for the year. John's father had planted buckwheat in August of the previous year as soon as the main wheat crop had been harvested and in April of this year he had ploughed the buckwheat back into the ground to allow it to rot down for the rest of this year and his plan was to get his new cash crop planted as soon as the last frost the following spring so today there was just a green sward across the thirty acre field.

Suddenly Dan wasn't alone in the field, a Lurcher bounded up to him with a rabbit in its mouth. Dan dispatched the rabbit with a blow from his heavy walking stick and popped the body into his bag before sending the dog off again to find the next rabbit. Technically Dan was poaching, a minor criminal offence, no more than a fine if taken to court but as Dan had just been released from police custody awaiting trial, any criminal act committed before his court date could result in a custodial sentence.

John's father owned the land and John was taking an interest in Dan taking rabbits from his father's land, "Hey, is that the guy that was driving the van last week when they were trying to rob the church...the one that you said had the massive cock darling?"

"Yes, that's Dan Pickering,"

John climbed over the gate and strolled across the field toward Dan, while John was talking to Dan the Lurcher bounded back with yet another rabbit in its mouth and this time, after Dan killed the rabbit with his walking stick, he slipped a loop of string through the dog's collar instead of sending the dog off to find a new rabbit.

John came back to where he'd left me standing at the gate into the field. John had climbed over the gate to get into the field but he actually unlocked the padlock and opened the gate to let Dan and his dog leave the field. Dan said hello to me as he stepped through the gate, "I never really thanked you for helping me to get free from my window when that lesbian Betty Dunbar refused to help me."

I felt my face heat up a little when I remembered pulling Dan's trousers down and exposing his monster cock while I was trying to get him free from his van's window.

"You seemed to have a history with Sergeant Dunbar."

Dan grinned, "We went out together for a while when we were teenagers. That was just before she became a police cadet, I took her out on a date and giving her a damned good fucking and then took her home in my car and when we got to her house, she had me nicked for driving without insurance. That got her a place at Hendon where she became a fully fledged bastard and a card carrying lesbian...she was the youngest police sergeant in Northampton police's history!"

The three of us walked down the road towards the entrance to the Gypsy camp, John had his arm linked in mine and as Dan peeled off to go into the camp, I was about to walk past but John pulled me into the camp after Dan.

We walked over to an elderly woman squatting in front of an open fire with a massive caldron hanging from a tripod made from cut tree branches...I knew that they were cut branches rather than windfall because the sap was boiling and steam was rising from the branches from the heat of the fire. I'd have to walk around the estate to see just how much damage had been caused to our local tree stock. If the branches had been cut with a saw, they would usually heel reasonably okay but if they had been pulled or snapped, the tree would need cleaning up to prevent infection or insect infestation that could kill the tree.

"I've got four rabbits for the pot 'Ma'...the farmer's son caught me poaching so I need to use our caravan to pay him for the rabbits!"

I thought, 'So that's why his crappy old van didn't have a tow-bar, he's still living with his mum and dad in their caravan so he didn't have a van of his own to tow."

Now growing up, the predominant comment about Gypsies were that they were dirty and that they were thieves...I already had the proof that they thieved but that was by our standards, the Gypsy belief system was similar to that of an Ant, the Ant leaves its colony and it picks up anything it finds in its path and returns it to the colony, the Gypsy was the same, anything that he saw just lying about was just salvage to be scavenged for the good of the community, the only things that were out of bounds were those things that their owner had his or her hand on at the time the Gypsy passed.

Dan led us to a massive caravan, it gleamed in the sunlight, it was all chrome and clean white paint on the outside. Dan looped the string holding the Lurcher at his side over the handle of the caravan's tow-hitch and guided us inside, I thought that the caravan was sparkling clean on the outside but it was even cleaner and shone even brighter on the inside There was a glass fronted cabinet opposite the door that was full of Royal Dalton pottery, we could have been stepping into the dining room of Rockingham Castle rather than the living room of a Gypsy caravan at the side of a main road in Northamptonshire.

John stepped into the caravan behind me and closed the door, I stood just in front of John and Dan stood in the middle of the room...being a caravan, he was only two feet away from me, caravans didn't have the most space in the world, even massive caravans like Dan's parent's van.

Dan pulled his T-shirt off over his head, he had breasts that were almost as big as mine, great folds of fatty flab. He pushed his trousers down and once again, no underpants. His cock was flaccid and hanging down below his abdomen, I looked over my shoulder at John, he was grinning like an idiot...

My attention was drawn back to Dan as he said, "I might need a little help with this, your husband is putting me off my best game!"

I felt John's hand between my shoulder blades; he was pushing me towards Dan. I automatically reached out with both of my hands and gripped Dan's cock, hand over hand...even flaccid, both of my hands had space to hold his cock without overlapping so he was at least eight inches long even when flaccid.

Dan looked over my shoulder at John, "Is it okay if I kiss her?"

John must have nodded his head because Dan's left hand suddenly hooked behind my head and pulled my face into his. As Dan kissed me and I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, I felt blood pumping into his cock, inflating it, he grew at least another four inches longer and his cock swelled to the point that I had difficulty keeping my fingers closed around his cock.

I felt John's hands move down from my shoulders and to my hips, he was gathering the bottom of my summer dress in his hands and pulling it up. I broke my kiss and looked towards the front window of the caravan, it was a massive panoramic window, it was open by three inches, hinged at the top and the window stays locked into position against any possible wind. I could see eight men gathering around the cooking pot as Dan's mother prepared the rabbits for the pot. I was glad that the windows had nets covering them...not net curtains like I had at my windows at home, in the caravan the nets were fly screens that sealed the openings when the windows were open to stop flys invading the inside of the van.

My dress had reached my armpits and I had to let go of Dan's cock so that John could pull it off over my head. Once my hands were off of Dan's cock he bent his knees and rubbed the head of his cock along my gash, he wasn't properly lined up but he still straightened his legs, lifting my feet off of the floor. I almost screamed with the pain of Dan's cock entering me at high speed and with great force as my feet touched down on the floor again, the almost scream only happened because I was slightly taller than Dan so at least half of his monster cock was still outside my body...the scream came when Dan reached for the backs of my knees with his hands and lifted them up off of the floor, forcing the rest of his cock into my body.

I saw all eyes on the outside of the caravan look in my direction, I was sure that they couldn't actually see anything through the mesh screen but their eyes seemed to be focussed on my face as Dan set up a rhythm, fucking me as hard and as fast as he could.

As Dan fucked me he must have realised that he would have to work really hard, holding me up off the floor as well as fucking into me so he shuffled across the caravan and pushed my arse against the counter top to take my weight off of his arms. If I thought that I was being fucked hard before, as soon as my bum was against the counter Dan really went to town, now I wasn't just screaming, I was verbalising as well, I had started one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.

Over my mind blowing orgasm I heard the faint voice of the old lady outside, "Come away from that window, it's only my lad teaching that Gorja's a lesson...teach him not to bring his wife to a Gypsy camp for sex..."

It seemed to take Dan forever to finally climax and end my fucking, I was so sore after taking Dan's monster cock that my legs were stiff and wide apart as I collected my dress from John. I pulled it over my head and left the caravan. I was stopped outside by an elderly man that I took to be Dan's father, he said, "If you wanted fucking by a Gypsy...you should try any of my cousins instead of Dan, we'd give you as much fun as Dan and you'd still be able to walk without pain after...you come back any time now and we'll all fuck you and you still wouldn't be in that much pain."

I linked arms with my husband again as we left and walked away from Dan's caravan, John had my left arm linked in his right and the string that had been looped through the dog's collar in his left hand. Even though every step was painful as we left the Gypsy camp, I still had a broad grin on my face all the way home.

John had such a massive bulge in his trousers that I pulled him into the field at the side of the Gypsy camp as we passed the still open gate and dropped to my knees to help him get rid of his erection. I used my hands and mouth to get him off and when he exploded, his spunk overwhelmed me, no matter how hard I tried to swallow it all down, his spunk forced its way down my nose and spurted past the seal between his cock and my lips.

When I got control back I grinned up at him and said, "It must have really turned you on watching Dan fuck me...far more than usual..."

John interrupted me, he reached over my back and pulled the back of my dress up before knocking me onto my hands and knees and brought Dan's Lurcher behind me to lick at Dan's spunk that was running like a river out of my cunt.

"That and knowing that I'd be taking possession of Dan's stolen property until I can contact the vet to check the dog's chip and find out who owned it before Dan found it."

I was being given yet another climax from the dog's tongue and panted, "How did you know the dog was stolen?"

"It has a leather dog collar on but the ID tag has been cut off, a gypsy wouldn't spend money on a leather collar...the same way that Dan wouldn't buy a proper leash, when a length of bailing twine is free..."

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