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Written: 05 March 2018 Already seen Rape Chat part 2, click here to read part 1 or here to read part 3 or here to read part 4 Rape Chat part 2 by Isabella Story Code: M/F, M+/F,m/f, Incest, Bro/Sis, Rape Fantasy His hand on my bare buttock and he was searching out for any sign of knickers under the flimsy kimono. I remembered the photograph that Simon had taken through my utility room window, I wasn't certain if his view into my kitchen was anything like as good as his view into my utility room but remembering it, I pushed Ron's hand out from under the back of my kimono just as he reached the strip of red dental floss that was laughingly called the back of my thong. "Why don't you go into the living room while I find space in the fridge and freezer for all the sausages and bacon you've brought us, I'll bring the coffees through as soon as they finish brewing?" "Well, I'd rather stay here with you, especially with you bending over to get stuff in the fridge." "Ron, there's no privacy in this kitchen ever since they built the new houses down the side of us, far too many windows looking in here now, I promise that I won't get changed while your back's turned." Ron reluctantly left me in the kitchen to put the meat away but I got the impression that he had other meat in mind that he wanted to put away! As I filled every nook and cranny of my fridge and freezer with pork from Ron's farm I heard the sounds of furniture being moved around in my living room, I thought it funny that Ron was moving furniture around while I was doing the mundane jobs I had to do in the kitchen. I filled two cups with coffee and walked into the living room and found that one of the easy chairs had been moved to a place under the living room window and slightly blocking my way into the living room, I had to step over Ron's outstretched legs to get into the room. Ron grabbed me mid stride, my back was to him and one leg was either side of his. I couldn't do anything because I was holding a cup of scalding coffee in each hand, I just ended up sitting on Ron's knee with my hands full. It took me a while to get my hands free, putting the coffee cups on the floor at the side of the chair and as I did that Ron was pulling at the front of my kimono open, exposing my breasts and the front of my red thong. Ron's hands were busy fondling my body, being quite rough with my tits and also trying to pull my knickers out of the way, exposing my denuded pussy and as he did, I looked over my shoulder so that I could kiss him as he explored my body with his hands. Ron took me to a massive orgasm with his fingers as I explored his mouth with my tongue. Ron pulled his fingers out of my cunt and started to turn me to face him, his trousers were already open and his cock had left a wet patch in my kimono around the small of my back. Ron didn't have a long cock but it was a fat one. I gripped it in my right hand, I took hold of it by his balls as he was finally getting my legs either side of his knees and as he pulled my body up his legs my right hand pulled up his cock as my body slid up against his. I watched a huge ball of pre-cum form on the web of skin between my thumb and index finger. My mouth covered his again and I was pulling his cock away from his body and towards my pussy, rubbing his thick pre-cum over my newly denuded mound, rubbing the head of his cock closer and closer to my gash and my soaking wet cunt. There was a squeal of breaks two feet away from where I was sitting, I'd heard that sound often, Johnny had replaced the front pads of his disk brakes but couldn't find any copper grease to seat the new pads on, he would refit the pads the next time he had a little time to kill and of course, once he had purchased a new tube of copper grease. I opened my eyes, Ron's cock was about to breach my labia, I was holding his cock at the doorway to my body. Johnny was on the drive, my eyes flicked to the clock, he'd only been gone for twenty-five minutes, the last five minutes of his espoused thirty minutes errand was all important, it would have given Ron the time he needed inside my body to climax himself as well as give me a damned good fucking in the process but Johnny had come home early, thus denying his father the chance to cum in me! I pushed myself away from Ron, he twisted his head to look out of the window, "Fuck it, he's home early...can I come back when Johnny's out at work in the week Vicky?" I bit my lip as I pulled my knickers back into place and covered my body with my kimono, I wanted to say no but I just let my head rise and fall once, I knew that Ron would take that as a 'yes!' and that he'd probably be around on Monday morning, about thirty seconds after the school bus picked Sarah and Dawn up to take them to school and thirty minutes after Johnny had left for work. Ron crossed with Johnny at the front door, Ron walked down the drive, he was sniffing the two fingers he'd pushed up my quim, the two fingers that had given me so much pleasure that I hadn't managed to reciprocate. "So, where did you go for not quite half an hour?" "I went to the car park at the park to spy on Sarah and Dawn... "You didn't!" "I did!" "What did they say?" "They didn't see me, I stopped in the car." "Well how could you see them from the car park if they were watching the boys on the football pitch?" "They weren't over at the football pitch, Sarah was sitting on the picnic table letting Robin inspect her tonsils with his tongue and Dawn was performing cartwheels in front of the table so Robin's friends could see her knickers...and more besides!" "How come you didn't make a scene?" "I was about to but as I opened the car door I realised something, in just eleven months and two weeks' time, Sarah will be able to get married and have babies of her own...a very sobering thought...I just closed the door and drove back home. And...was I right about my dad? Did he hit on you harder because you were alone?" "He did!" "How far did he get?" I closed my right hand into a ball then I extend my index and middle fingers, then I used my left index finger to indicate a point above my second knuckle, "About this far!" "I'm surprised that he didn't try to get all the way!" "He would have, but I had to sort out where to put all the meat before he could drag me onto his lap and you came home early." Johnny looked down at the floor beside the moved easy chair, two untouched but cold mugs of coffee sat there, "He didn't even get to drink his coffee!" "He had other things on his mind!" "Did you let him?" "I thought that was the idea of you going out, to see how far your father would go, I thought that was what you wanted..." Johnny grinned at me, "I'm sure that you would have loved it if he'd gone all the way, he must be good...he's had a lot of practice!" "I think he'll be coming around on Monday morning, as soon as I'm alone, so if you don't want me to be another notch on his bedpost, you'd better say so now!" "No, I think you'd love a good long fuck from my dad...just so long as you tell me all about it when I get home from work." "Pervert!" "And talking of perverts, I was parked next to that guy from the new house in the car park, he must be a twitchier or something, he was sitting in his car with a camera poking out of his side window that must have been two feet long!" "Did it look like he was photographing birds?" "Well, I think he was pointing his camera at the woodland at the back of the park, there's a kingfisher over there that people often come here to try and photograph it because it comes from Morocco or someplace...mind you, he could have been snapping pictures of Sarah and Dawn messing around with the boys." Of course, the man with the camera with the telephoto lens was Simon, I wondered if I'd be getting a photograph of Dawn flashing her knickers in the park the next time I signed into the rapist's chat room...if I ever did sign in to it again that is. Johnny kissed me and he pulled the front of my kimono open, he rubbed his hand over the front of my knickers, "My dad juiced you up well, the front of your knickers are soaking." "I think that could be his pre-cum, he was overly excited." "He had his cock out?" "He was just about to bury his bone when you pulled up, squeaking like a demented mouse after cheese." "You were that close...I'm sorry I turned up so early." Johnny pushed me behind the easy chair so I was right in front of the living room window; he pushed me forward over the back of the chair and took me from behind. He didn't take my thong off; he just pulled the dental floss back strap to one side and slipped in on a tide of my inner juice, generated by his father's fingers. Johnny brought me to a shuddering climax quickly; I think that it was in part because I was reminded of the previous day and being tied over a tree branch where a woman had been raped recently and partly with the memory of his father's close encounter a few minutes earlier. Johnny got me off but he didn't climax himself, as soon as I got my breath back he pulled out, still rock hard. I felt him rub his cock head up and down the valley between my buttocks. I felt him dwell over my anal muscle and he pressed in. I pushed my body upright, "Whoa there cowboy...what are you planning on back there?" "I was planning on trying to get my cock in there!" "I don't think so mate!" "If I were really raping you I could do it any way I wanted too, you'd just have to put up with it!" He did have a point there, I was the one who started the whole rape fantasy thing and it seemed to have had the desired effect on my husband, we'd had more sex in two days than we'd had in the previous six months but I wasn't sure that I was ready to have that kind of invasion of my bum. I twisted my body out of the way, throwing my husband's cock away from my bum crevice. "I'll have to remember to tie your wrists to the arms of the chair next time and your ankles to the back legs of the chair so I can do as I please next time." I spotted a movement through the window, a face on the left of the drive peeping out from around the privet hedge, fortunately Johnny's body was hiding my nudity from whoever owned the face that had popped out and back just as quickly. I pulled my dressing gown closed and stood in the middle of the window...no I wasn't imagining it, I could see the tops of people's heads just out of sight around the hedgerow. "I need to get changed, if you really want to try it that way you're going to need a lot of time and even more lubrication before you start down that path." I'd instantly decided that I needed to give Johnny his head on the things he wanted to try if I expected him to play things my way as well. Once in my bedroom I looked into the lane outside our garden, I could now see Sarah and Robin, Sarah had her back pressed into the wall of privet and Robin was in front of her, their lips locked together. Dawn was a few feet away, she was on the tips of her toes, her arms around Ben Smith's neck, Ben was the same age as Robin so he was four years older than Dawn but he didn't seem worried about that, he was returning Dawn's kiss just as enthusiastically, his left hand was on her bum and his right hand...well. I couldn't really see his right hand but from the position of his arm, it looked like he was rubbing Dawn's pussy through her dress. I was about to bang on the bedroom window when I was taken by surprise when Dawn let go of Ben's neck, she dropped away from him and I saw his hand was between her legs, cupping her vagina through her dress, she stepped away, turning to face Paul Maitland, he was pulling his jogging trousers away from his waist, Dawn looked down inside his trousers and then she pushed her right hand down inside them and she raised herself onto the tips of her toes again, hooking her left hand around the back of Paul's neck. As they kissed I could see her right shoulder lifting and falling as she rubbed Paul's cock on the inside of his trousers. There were two other boys in the group and as Dawn kissed Paul, his brother Glen and William Patterson closed in behind her and were rubbing her bottom through her dress. I lifted my hand to knock the window to show my daughters that I was watching them when I heard, "Robin!" from across the road, I looked across; Robin's mother was standing at her open front door calling her son. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago to clean out the rabbit hutches...it's your turn!" Robin gave Sarah one last kiss and he set out to cross the road, Sarah turned, she looked up at my bedroom window and her face changed from a contented grin to a look of shock, she hissed "Dawn!" at her sister just as Ben Smith was moving back in, he was reaching between Dawn and Paul to squeeze her breasts so now Dawn was the focus of attention from all four remaining boys. Five faces looked in the direction that Sarah was looking and it was like a hand grenade had been thrown into the group as four boys jumped away from my thirteen year old daughter and rushed off home. I was surprised by Dawn's actions, she was two years younger than Sarah and the boys were all older than Sarah but Sarah had been the one that stuck to one boy while Dawn was playing around with four others. I watched as Dawn smoothed her clothes down and wiped her right hand on a tissue before she followed Sarah into the house. Neither of my daughters were the least bit bothered that I'd seen them with boys, mind you, I know that I should have challenged Dawn's behaviour but I didn't so it was me that was sending out totally the wrong messages there. "When are you planning on doing your homework Sarah?" "I've got plenty of time to do my homework mum!" "Well, if you don't want to do your homework today, you could do it tomorrow instead of going to Abingdon Airfield Racetrack with your grandfather." "Mum, I've got to go to Abingdon tomorrow; the examiner from British Amateur Autosports Association is going to be there to test me for my race licence, I've been practicing for it for weeks!" "School work is more important and you only get to do dance classes and drive your grandfather's old banger if you're keeping up to date with your school work." Sarah 'Flounced' to my computer and turned it on, "It's not a banger, it's a veteran Vauxhall VX 4-90 racing saloon car and it's better now than it was when it was manufactured in the dark ages...I'll do my homework right now!" I responded to her comment even though I knew that I shouldn't, "Not the dark ages darling, not even the middle ages, but that car is twenty years older than I am and I'm not sure that it's really safe for you to go hurtling around that race track at over a hundred miles an hour!" Sarah looked over her shoulder and grinned at me, "Mum, you do exaggerate, that car only has seventy-four break horsepower and it's never gone faster than ninety-five miles an hour in it's life before." My turn to 'Flounce' now, I 'Flounced' into the kitchen and started cooking dinner and two minutes later I got, "Mum, there's a funny message on your computer, what should I do?" I popped my head around the kitchen door, there was the file transfer box from the rape chat room filling the middle of the screen, fortunately there wasn't a mention of rape on the message box, just that 'Simple Simon' had sent me files. 'Funny, I can't have left the rape chat room running, Sarah had to turn the PC on from cold!' I thought to myself. "Could be a virus scam darling, you go and keep an eye on the potatoes for me while I look into it, don't let them boil over!" I sat at my PC, Simon was sending me files but I had no idea how until I spotted that the rape chat room was sitting on the TSR tray, programs that would keep running on the PC in the background even after they were turned off. I checked that no one else could see my screen and then I accepted Simon's files. As I expected, the pictures were of Sarah and Robin and Dawn performing for her four boy fan club. The picture of Sarah and Robin showed him kissing her and in the blank space that should have been grass, Simon had super-imposed an ultra close up shot of Robin's right hand, he had lifted the front of Sarah's top and I could clearly see her left breast in his hand as he fondled her. I got a real shot of adrenaline through my body and a twinge in my pussy from seeing Simon's collage and then I opened Dawn's picture, I only knew it was dawn because I recognised her dress even though it was inside out. Dawn was in the middle of a cartwheel, frozen in time in the photograp. I could see both of her breasts and her knickers as well as the shoulders of two of the watching boys. Simon had placed another super close up picture in one corner of Dawn's photograph, a close up of her knickers. Dawn had pulled her thin nylon bikini brief panties up tight and the photograph showed the outline of her pussy lips, the nylon pulled deep into the valley between her labia, there was even a very clear shadow, a darker area on the crotch of her knickers showing that she was wet down there, very wet. I quickly closed the photographs and then I right clicked on the TSR icon for rape chat and closed the program before I went back into the kitchen and sent Sarah back to my PC. I'd need to get into the chat room settings and stop it auto loading on start up and also stop it remaining in the background after I closed it down. I really couldn't afford that kind of slip up in the future. As I dished up dinner I was presented with Sarah's homework and her homework book to sign to say that it was all her own work, as I read through her assignment I thought, 'No one else would want to admit to helping her with that load of tripe!' "Well, I'd have preferred that you had put a little more effort into it but I'll sign it off this time but if you want to keep driving and doing dance classes you'll need to put a lot more effort into your homework in the future." We ate dinner quickly and after dinner Dawn sat at my PC to do her homework, she, at least, could have done her homework on Sunday, she didn't usually go racing with her grandfather and Sarah, she usually stopped at home reading or going through her ballet exercises. I reminded Dawn that it was her bedtime at nine-thirty, she asked for a few more minutes as she was really close to finishing her homework. At nine forty-five she presented me with her homework and her homework book. Dawn had put in a lot more effort than her sister had, it was quite well written and supported with lots of colourful graphs and pictures. I smiled as I signed her homework book. "Muuujuuuuuum..." "Yes darling!" "Mum, can I go over to Emma Maitland's house for Sunday lunch tomorrow...weell, all morning and afternoon actually." "Emma Maitland...you mean Paul and Glen's sister Emma?" I saw Dawn suppress a smile as she nodded her head, "Yes, Emma Maitland's house...can I...can I please? We need to practice for our dance piece at the school's summer pageant " Okay so I'd witnessed Dawn playing with Paul's cock earlier, seen her kissing him passionately and seen his brother grappling with her arse through her dress and now...now, she was asking me if she could spend several hours at Paul and Glen's house under the pretence of practicing for her dance recital...I knew I should have said no, if Dawn was willing to wank Paul off in the street, what would she get up to in the privacy of his house. "Will Emma's mum be there?" "Probably, possibly...I'm not sure, Ann works some Sundays but Emma's dad will be there...definitely, Emma's dad...he'll be there all day." I wasn't sure that Ray Maitland's being home all day was a plus point or a negative one, Ray Maitland was a very good friend of Johnny's father, similar in age as well as reputation and the fact that he was on his fourth marriage and had nine children ranging in age from forty to four years old with the four wives that we knew of, there were rumours of even more children that were from flings that Ray had with other local girls. Angel Maitland, the youngest at four years old and his daughter with Ann, a girl that I used to look after for her mother after school when I was a teenager was just twenty years old, she married Ray on her sixteenth birthday and presented him with Angel two weeks later while they were still on their honeymoon... No, I wouldn't class Ray Maitland as a suitable chaperone to stop any monkey business between his seventeen year old twin sons and my thirteen year old daughter. An image popped into my head, an image of Dawn performing cartwheels in the Maitland's living room but in my vision I didn't see her nasty nylon knickers stretched tightly over her lower body, she was cart wheeling in the nude and Ray was sitting on his couch rubbing an impossibly big cock as Paul and Glen grabbed at Dawn's body as she terminated her cartwheel with a kiss to Paul...ooops...Paul just lost all of his clothes in my mental picture, Dawn was kissing Paul, and Glen also naked was kneeling behind Dawn, one hand on each of her buttocks, his thumbs hooking into the valley between and he was pulling her open...leaning forward, I shivered as Glen licked his brother's cock head that had just popped into view between Dawn's buttocks... "Mum...MUM, may I go...please?" I shook off my mental picture but couldn't shake off my smile... "Okay, you may go but just behave yourself while you're there, Ann has a lot on her hands looking after her baby as well as Ray's other kids!" Dawn almost punched her fist in the air as she ran to her bedroom before I changed my mind. I sat at my PC and logged into the rape chat room, I looked at the list of chatters online but didn't see 'Simple Simon' in the list. I sat reading the public postings, I'd seen most of them before, chat rooms like this often had spiders or bots that just reposted the same message over and over again in the hopes of snaring a gullible pervert to enter into a private chat and take a posting that would carry a Trojan virus and infect their computers. The chat was pretty boring, there seemed to be few real people in the chat room and the bots and spiders were just sending out messages to each other. At ten o'clock the phone rang, I picked it up, "Hello..." "Send Johnny to the pub...NOW...we need him here urgently!" It was a stunted conversation, the man calling me didn't really have time to go into detail but I insisted on it, in the end I covered the mouthpiece with my breast, "Johnny...the darts team desperately need you, long story short, the two captains of the darts teams had a disagreement, the Corby team captain can play with a broken nose but our captain can't play with two broken fingers and apparently, you're on the list as third reserve for our local darts team." Johnny was already pulling his shoes on, "Why don't you come with me, be a laugh watching me trying to hit the dart board...you'll get loads of drinks bought you by the guys, lots of drinks and a ton of attention..." Johnny winked at me at that point. "The girls are in bed, I can't come." "Come on, Sarah's fifteen...you were looking after other people's kids when you were fifteen...and Dawn is thirteen, legally she is old enough to look after herself." "I'm not dressed for going out." "You're kidding me, you went to the pub last night with your arse hanging out of the back of your jeans and your fun bags almost popping out over the top of your old top! Come on, come with me." "That was a pub in another village, not where we live, where everyone knows me!" "I think my pals here in the village deserve an eyeful of your gorgeous arse and beautiful tits too, come on, come with me!" "Oh, okay, but you'd better go on without me, Bob said that the rules of the league state that all games have to be completed by ten forty-five at the latest so they need you there as soon as possible! I'll take a few minutes to do my hair and paint my face." Johnny stopped at the open front door, he had passed through but then he stopped himself and looked back in the living room, "You could dress the way you were yesterday if you like!" then he winked at me as he ran down the drive. I did my hair, painted my face quickly and then I stripped totally naked, I had washed and dried my jeans and T-shirt from yesterday but hadn't ironed them but I still put them on. My jeans felt very strange against my bare pussy, yesterday I had a full bush of wiry red hair to keep the rough seams of my jeans away from my magic button but today, nothing stopped the coarse material pulling up into my crack. I remembered the picture of Dawn doing her cart wheel and the way that Simon had done a close up of her camel toe, the mirror confirmed that my own vagina looked similar to Dawn's pussy in that picture, a shiver ran through my body and the seam splitting my body turned a little darker! I left a note for Sarah and Dawn, just in case they woke and came looking for us. It was just turning dark when I walked down the drive from our house. The pub wasn't far from home but by the time I got there it was properly dark. I spotted a shape lurking in the car park, it was hanging about by a car in the furthest corner of the car park, way away from anything else. I thought that the man in the shadows was a thief but then I realised that the car was moving...not driving around type of moving, just shaking from side to side like a dog shaking off water in slow motion. There was obviously a courting couple in the car and the shadowy figure was peeping at them. My curiosity was piqued, so instead of going into the pub I walked around the outside of the car park, coming at the car from an even darker point. With the light now the other side of the car I could see the man who had been in shadow, it was Ray Maitland, my whole body quaked when I realised that it was him, especially after my mental image of him and Dawn in his living room. As I got closer I could hear a whispered conversation between Ray and no one in particular, "Go on Emma, take him all the way in...milk the bastard...show daddy what you're made of darling...good girl...that's the way...make him happy!" I didn't need to look closer at the couple fucking in the car, it was his thirteen year old daughter and he was watching her fucking a man in a pub car park. I didn't have to look between my legs to know that I was even wetter down there now than I had been when I left home. Johnny had just taken a turn at the dart board, he'd scored twenty-six, leaving him four hundred and seventy-five left out of his five zero one starting score. 'Good thing they don't need a double to start in this league or Johnny would still be on five zero one when the other player had finished.' ran through my head as I watched Johnny pulling his darts out of the board. I looked over the scorer's shoulder, Johnny and the Corby team captain had already played one game and Johnny still had over two hundred left when broken nose had finished. Johnny had started this second game and scored abysmally. Broken nose had a good laugh at my husband's expense. There was a murmuring around the room because I'd come to the pub, I was the only W.A.G there...or should that be W.O.G.. Was it Wives And Girlfriends or Wives Or Girlfriends. I was never sure but broken nose from Corby had picked up on the murmur and he laughed out loud. He was taking place on the line, addressing the board with three imaginary shots and as he let fly he said, "Are you sure that the Clarke on the reserves list is Johnny Clarke and not his wife?" His first dart struck the double top square in the middle scoring him forty points...he was laughing so much that his next two darts were just off his aim but he still got two in the single twenty giving him a total score of eighty and leaving him four hundred and twenty-one left to get. There was a mumbled, "Vicky couldn't be any worse than Johnny." from the rest of our team and as broken nose pulled his darts out of the board he looked over his shoulder at Johnny and said, "What about it mate, why not let your wife take your place, she might get below a hundred by the time I've won the game and match." Johnny looked really angry, he'd persuaded me to come to the pub for a little fun and now I was being used as a thing of ridicule. Johnny gave me an apologetic look but I smiled at him and held my hand out for the darts he was holding. The look of apology turned into a look of curiosity but he handed me the three darts. I stood at the line, the men's line even though there was a women's line six inches closer to the board. I threw the first dart, it hit the treble top, it didn't hit it hard though, it looked like it could drop to the floor at any moment. I shuffled to my right slightly and threw another dart. It stuck in the treble top to the right of the first dart, again, not a hard strike and the dart was on the verge of falling. I moved to the left and let the third dart fly. I fluked a third treble top to the left of the first two darts. I hurried over to the board and as my hand rose to collect the darts they finally fell out into my palm. There was a screamed, "One hundred and eighty!" The scorer wrote two hundred and ninety-five points left. I walked over to our captain and said, "I really need heavier darts, the pub darts are too light for me." I was presented with the captain's own tungsten darts; they were slim with real goose feather flights and to the team's knowledge, no one had ever been allowed to touch the captain's darts before. I gave broken nose a sweet smile as he took the line, it was his turn to score twenty six, just like Johnny had done when I walked in, a single twenty, five and one. So he was on three hundred and ninety-five. My next three darts thudded manfully into the board, no chance that they would fall out this time, two in the treble top and the third in the double top. The scorer called out, "One hundred and sixty!" One hundred and thirty-five was chalked up as my remaining score. Broken nose looked very upset when he took to the mat, he managed a triple twenty and two single twenties, one hundred scored, leaving him with two hundred and ninety-five to get. My turn started out with a treble nineteen, leaving me with seventy-eight to get. My second dart hit home in the treble twenty and my last dart struck home in the double nine. Our team was jumping about, whooping and cheering me on. I'd saved the match...saved but not won, there would need to be one final game and we would win or lose the tournament. Unfortunately my second game wasn't as magical as my first but we were both down to needing a double to finish the match, I was fortunate to get my double before him so the game went right down to the wire but our team won in the end. Broken nose was mad as hell but in the end he came over and he shook my hand, "Good game Mrs Clarke, thanks for stepping in and making it worth playing." He gripped my hand rather strangely, his palm didn't cross mine at ninety degrees, his hand was at almost one hundred and eighty degrees, his index finger was pressing on the thumb side of my wrist and his middle finger was above my pulse point and as he shook my hand he flicked his middle finger from side to side over my pulse point and he smiled at my confused look as I tried to work out what he was doing. Then he surprised me again by offering me a drink. "I think they've called time, they don't stay open so late in our village, not like your big town pubs!" I pulled Johnny to one side, "I think that the captain of Corby's team might be a freemason, he's just given me a strange handshake, a bit like the way your dad shakes people's hand when he's trying to get business." I demonstrated to Johnny what broken nose had just done to my hand. "That's not a Masonic hand shake, it felt a little like the way men in Glasgow let women know that they wanted sex, they'd go to a bar or night club on Sauchiehll Street and hold the girls hand that way, if the girl was interested, she would do the same thing with her finger. It saved a lot of time and money if they both wanted it, they'd just go off someplace and screw...but that was a long time ago!" "You were right, I'm sorry, the landlord said the bar was closed so no drinks!" I turned, broken nose had come up behind me, his eyes were fixed on the pink gash under my back pocket. He smiled but didn't look up at my face, his eyes were now fixed on my camel-toe, emphasised by the ever darkening denim spreading out from the central seam. "Probably a good thing, I still have four drinks that our team bought me even though I'd refused their offers. If I drink everything Johnny will have to carry me home." I swished my hips from side to side, just to break the lock between my pussy and broken nose's eyes. "Hey, do you come from Glasgow originally?" His eyes raised slowly from my crotch, dwelled a while on my breasts and then he grinned, "I am, how the hell did you know that? My father moved us down to Corby when I was just a toddler, like lots of Scots, my dad got a job in the steel works after the docks closed on the Clyde." "I didn't, when I showed my husband how you shook my hand he said he'd seen it before in Glasgow on Sauchiehll Street, when a Weegie was after sex from a woman!" Broken nose's smile dropped to a frown, he stepped back a pace and raised his left hand to guard his nose, he was expecting Johnny to lash out at him, I turned my back on broken nose and leaned in to kiss Johnny. I felt his mouth curl into a smile and I raised my eyebrows twice, I was asking him a question with my eyes. Johnny leaned in and whispered, "If you want to...I'm okay with it!" I turned back to broken nose, I offered him my hand to shake, this time, I was the one to take up the awkward hand position, "Was I supposed to do this when you shook my hand earlier?" I copied the middle finger movement against his pulse point, he relaxed a lot when I offered him sex the Glaswegian way, he relaxed his guard and then he remembered that Johnny was standing right behind us, he looked at Johnny's face just as Johnny slapped my bum. "Come on, there are four brandy's here with your name on them, just pour them all into the one glass and only have one of the coca cola's to water them down." Johnny combined all four drinks in the one glass and poured just the same amount of cola into the glass before handing it to me. I drank it all down almost in one gulp, my head spun like a top from the sudden rush of alcohol. Johnny took my arm and he guided me into the car park at the back of the pub. The fresh air hit me, mixed with the alcohol in my system turning my legs to jelly and almost making me expel the alcohol I'd just consumed. Johnny had his arm around my waist and was almost carrying me. I thought we were going home but Johnny dragged me around the back of the pub, broken nose was following us closely, once in the dark I felt broken nose's hand on my bum, his fingers exploring the gash under my back pocket. At the back of the pub there was a climbing frame and a swing. My daughters had often played there in an afternoon but now my husband was dragging me there, he propped me against the climbing frame and dipped his hand into his trouser pockets, he pulled out some of the bailing twine that he'd found at the second rape site the day before and now he was looping the course manila string around my wrists and he was tying them to the crossbar at the top of the frame. I stood there with my hands in the air as if I had a gun on me and Johnny opened my jeans and pulled them down, not just down to my ankles, all the way off. Johnny spread my legs and tied my ankles to the outside rails of the climbing frame. I looked over my shoulder; broken nose was pulling his zip down and heaving his hard cock into the cool night air as Johnny finished tying my legs wide apart to the climbing frame. I'd agreed to sex with broken nose but I had thought that we'd be doing it at home, in the comfort of my bed, not out the back of the village pub with me bound to a children's toy. Broken nose grew a second head and then a third, it hadn't occurred to me that with Corby being so far away he would have car shared with three other men and at that moment, his car buddies were lining up behind me. As broken nose moved in behind me Johnny pulled my top up past my head, blocking off my view of the world and at that moment I suddenly felt broken nose's cock invading my cunt from behind. I blasted to an instant orgasm, not just from broken nose's cock but from being naked in public with four men watching a fifth man fuck me. My excitement didn't diminish as broken nose filled my cunt with his thick jelly and before a single sperm dripped out of my cunt it was being pushed back into my body by a second cock. The second man wasn't satisfied with just fucking me, he was mauling my breasts too, treating me very roughly and doubling the strength of my orgasm. I started to howl at the moon and realised why Johnny hadn't taken me home to be fucked, my verbalising would have woken the kids. I felt a stinging slap on my buttock and Johnny's voice telling me to be quiet. Johnny's slapping my arse caused the second man to cum and he was quickly replaced by the third. I didn't stop climaxing for over an hour until all four men had filled my cunt. It was midnight by the time all four men were finished with me. Johnny untied the ropes holding me to the climbing frame, the hour of constant orgasms had driven off the effect of the alcohol and once I got my jeans back on I was able to walk home quite normally, my arm wrapped around Johnny's shoulder in love rather than for support. Once again I walked home with a tide mark on my jeans that went past my knees, I would have said a tide mark of shame as it was the product of four men's semen but the kisses that Johnny lavished on my face as we walked along meant it was tidemark of pride. I had a shower when we got home and used the shower head to wash clumps of male tadpoles out of my vaginal cavity so I'd be ready for Johnny if he wanted to fuck me. I wrapped myself in a bath sheet and waddled into the bedroom, Johnny was in bed, no pyjamas on, just totally naked. I clambered into bed with my husband, I was as naked as he was, he had a look of excited expectation on his face and a pot of petroleum jelly in his left hand, "As you've had four men in your cunt...I thought you might let me try it the other way just this once!" I didn't need a picture painting, we'd fucked earlier, Johnny had given me my orgasm but he hadn't had one himself, he'd wanted to fuck my arse but I'd refused him, now though, I was well fucked by four men with my husband's help so I wasn't about to refuse him this time, I just rolled onto my stomach and lay on the bed face down with my legs wide open. Johnny spent thirty minutes buttering my anal muscle, easing the tip of his little finger in me first and gently working his way into my body, pushing the thick jelly up inside my bum until I was ready to take his cock up my bum. Johnny spent the next fifteen minutes getting his cock up my bum, technically he didn't fuck my arse, he did get his cock all the way up my bum without too much pain but as his balls approached my buttocks he fired off prematurely. I thought he'd be devastated climaxing so quickly but I was wrong, he was over the moon that he'd been able to deliver his seed so far up my arse. I had to run to the bathroom for a crap, spunk up the bum was as good as any enema, I'd have to remember that the next time I was constipated! Johnny was asleep by the time I returned from my toilet trip, he was still naked but I chickened out and pulled a nighty on. I still felt liberated though, my first time in bed to sleep without a bra and knickers on under my nighty. I wanted a lie in on Sunday morning but Sarah woke me at seven o'clock, she was wearing just her knickers and a t-shirt, no nighty on top. I saw her throw her father a sneaky look when she realised that he was naked in bed at my side, I realised that she got a peek at his sleeping cock when her cheeks flushed a deep pink and her mouth curled into a smile. I was frying eggs for mine and Sarah's breakfast when the back door suddenly opened, Johnny's father walked into the kitchen and Sarah jumped out of her seat at the kitchen table and offered her place to her grandfather. "Would you like breakfast Ron?" "I've eaten thanks darling but I'd love a coffee." I started the coffee machine, "You're earlier than usual this week Ron!" "I think Sarah needs a few laps of the track before the examiner takes her through her junior racer's test, licenses aren't easy to come by for under sixteens and girls have to be twice as good as boys to pass." I looked over at Ron, Sarah was leaning her hip against his side, his right arm was over her lower back, his hand resting on her thigh, just below the leg of her knickers. As I turned Ron spotted that I was naked under my nighty and he smiled at me and as he smiled I saw his fingers were stroking up and down over Sarah's leg and knickers, reaching up to where her t-shirt started and his hand slipped under onto her waist above her knickers. Sarah's eyes suddenly flicked over to me, her cheeks flushed red again and she looked slightly embarrassed that her grandfather's hand was up under her t-shirt. I didn't say anything; I just buttered her toast and slipped two fried eggs on top of it. Ron patted his lap with his left hand and Sarah rolled around to sit on Ron's lap, his right hand still under her t-shirt as she sat to eat her breakfast. I sat opposite her and saw Ron's hand creep slightly from Sarah's waist and up until his hand was on her ribs, just under her breast. Sarah ate quickly and Ron sipped at his coffee, I ate at a more leisurely pace. Sarah finished quickly and jumped off of Ron's lap, "Remember what I told you, just wear a cotton bra and cotton knickers under your race overalls, the examiner will want to check that you aren't wearing any man-made fabrics under your fireproof suit." Sarah ran off but stopped at the door, "I think all my bra's are a mix of cotton and man-made fibres, would I be better off wearing just a cotton t-shirt under it or nothing at all?" Ron looked at me, "The examiner would prefer to see nothing at all under your race suit darling!" Another shiver ran through my body at Sarah being told to wear nothing at all under her race overalls, Ron spotted my body shivering at his comments and as soon as Sarah was out of the kitchen he lurched out of his seat and came over to me, he pulled the front of my nighty up and over my head to see my naked body. He pulled my legs wide open and rubbed his hands all over my body. I could see Sarah's foot in the kitchen doorway before Ron let the front of my nighty drop down to cover my body. The front of Sarah's overalls weren't quite fully zipped up and the strap that closed the top was open as well, "Right, let me see what you are wearing under your fireproof suit young lady!" Sarah just pulled the zip down, no bra, no knickers either, "Good girl, just like that when the examiner asks you, nothing dirty, just make sure he sees a little fur before you close the zip again. I gasped but Ron put his hand on my shoulder, even the gay examiner will appreciate the flash of flesh, girls really do have to go the extra mile to qualify!" Sarah pulled the zip back up close to her neck and picked up her helmet, her fireproof balaclava and gloves. Ron opened the door for her and, as she walked past him I saw the back of her racing overalls, 'Wellingborough And North Kettering - Farm Machinery Suppliers' emblazoned across the back in two inch high letters. I couldn't help but take the capitol letters and spell WANK-FMS and imagine 'Wank females'. I knew that Ron's old Vauxhall VX 4-90 was a tax write off because of the advertising for his farm machinery business but after seeing the way he'd just encouraged Sarah to dress, I was wondering if there was more to their relationship as grandfather and granddaughter! Sarah had woken Dawn when she was getting ready to go out racing and as I was sitting there with images of my eldest daughter flashing her body to the race examiner to ensure that she would get her race license, Dawn was heading for the door in her long summer dress, the one she wore the day before with only knickers on under, I stopped her, "Dawn, that dress must be dirty, you wore it all day yesterday!" "I only wore it for a little while in the afternoon, it's still clean." I stopped her leaving, pulled her to me to sniff her dress but as I pulled the back of her dress away from her body I saw naked bum through the gap I'd just created, "You don't have knickers on under your dress!" "I don't have any clean ones...anyway...me and Emma are going to change into our leotards to practice our dance routine and I never wear knickers under my leotard." "I have some of your clean knickers in the utility room, you can't go out of the house in a dress like that with nothing at all under it!" Dawn pulled her knickers on and headed for the door again, "And what about breakfast young lady?" "Oh mum, I told Emma that I'd be at her house by eight o'clock!" Dawn compromised on breakfast, she took a breakfast bar to eat as she walked to the Maitland's house. I washed the pots that I'd dirtied making breakfast and as I was drying them I spotted Dawn's bag...stopping her leaving to put knickers on had made her put the bag with her leotard and dance shoes in and she had run out of the house eating her breakfast bar, leaving her bag behind. I found a dress in the utility room, it was clean and dry but hadn't been ironed, I dumped my nighty in the washing hamper and scoured the utility room for knickers. There were none that were clean. I could have gone to my bedroom to get some but that would probably have woken Johnny and he really did like to sleep late on a Sunday whenever he could. I pulled the dress on and headed for Emma Maitland's house with Dawn's bag in my hand, and I was dressed in exactly the same way that I'd told Dawn that she couldn't to leave the house. 'Hypercritical or what?' I knocked at the Maitland's front door, there was no answer, there was also no car on the drive which meant that Ann Maitland had probably gone to work today. I went around the back, there was very loud music playing, no wonder no one could hear me knocking the front door. I knocked the back door, still no response so I walked a little further, I was about to knock on the back window when I saw Emma Maitland, she was naked and she was dancing around with Glen, her older brother, he too was naked, naked and rampant. I froze as Glen dragged Emma down to the carpet and climbed on top of her. I wasn't at all shocked seeing Glen and Emma fucking, in farming communities, incest was commonplace, just the geographical remoteness and lack of opportunity to meet other young people made it more common but...although we lived in a rural community, there were others around so the same argument wasn't valid. Ray Maitland walked past the window, blocking my view of his daughter and son screwing on the floor. Ray too was naked and in his arms was his youngest daughter, "See Angel, no need to be scared of Glen or Paul, they won't hurt you...why don't you take your vest and panties off and have a little fun!" 'Where the hell is Dawn in this bacchanalian orgy?' passed through my mind and then I spotted her, she was on her hands and knees on the floor in the corner, she was naked and Paul Maitland was behind her fucking her doggy style. I was outraged, I was disgusted, I was ...I was...I was fucking horny. I went back to the back door, I opened it and I put Dawn's dance bag on the floor in front of the kitchen door. I was on my way home, I knew that Johnny would prefer to sleep-in but now I had to wake him up to screw me. I opened the Maitland's back gate and walked straight into William Patterson and Ben Smith...and when I say that I walked straight into them, I collided with them and bounced back into the Maitland's back garden, falling flat on my arse. My dress was in total disarray; my pussy was totally exposed to the two seventeen year old boys as well as my left breast. I was startled and slow in covering up. I tried to stand but my left arm wouldn't bare my weight. Ben Smith ran around the back of the house and he returned with Ray Maitland. I couldn't believe that Ray had come out of the house still totally naked, he could clearly be seen from the street. Ray helped me to my feet and he pulled me into his kitchen much against my will. I sat at Ray's kitchen table and Dawn made a sheepish entry into the kitchen, she was wearing her dress and Paul was wearing his underpants, he was still very erect and he stood with his arm over Dawn's shoulder as he watched his father checking my wrist. "Grip my fingers!" I closed my hand over two of Ray's fingers. "Squeeze harder!" I increased the pressure, "Well, it isn't broken or you wouldn't be able to grip my fingers so tightly." The prognosis was a bad sprain and Ray Maitland searched in the kitchen drawer for a crepe bandage. William Patterson was holding Dawn's hand and he was pulling her towards the back room, she was shaking her head and trying to stop William pulling her out of the kitchen. I'd actually seen Ben Smith go through to the back room a few minutes before and as he left the kitchen he was pulling his shirt off over his head and when Angel came from the back room and into the kitchen I saw a very naked Ben Smith kissing an equally naked Emma Maitland in the back room. Dawn cleared her throat, I looked at her, she blushed a deep red, cleared her throat again, "Mum, is it okay if I go back to my...erm...dance practice with Emma?" Ray took my hand and started to wrap the stretchy bandage tightly around my wrist, he stood in front of me with his cock touching my fingertips, I looked from Ray's erection to Dawn's blushing face and I nodded my head. Dawn almost ran from the kitchen to the back room, the door opened on Emma straddling Ben Smith's lap on the sofa and her brother Glen was behind her lining his cock up with her bum. Ray wrapped the bandage over my thumb and back around my wrist again, "Flex your fingers so I can make sure the bandage isn't too tight." Flexing my fingers in the position he was holding my hand meant that I was gripping and releasing his cock as Angel watched. Angel lost interest in her father and me and she ran to the back room again. She opened the door and I saw Dawn on the sofa, she was naked, straddling William Patterson's lap the way that Emma was on Ben's and Paul Maitland was lining up behind Dawn the way his twin brother was doing to their younger sister. I didn't have much time to process the fact that Dawn was doing something with Paul that I'd only just got around to allowing her father to do to me, Ray was pulling me to my feet and he was guiding me towards the stairs up to his bedroom. I resister momentarily and then thought, 'What the hell, I'll be just another notch on his bedpost but...' ...to be continued 9,800 Words.
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