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   Travels with Misha.  Pt7

Summer ended rather abruptly. One minute Misha was naked and surrounded by four horny boys and the next she was off visiting schools and towns.

Her father had been blessed with several job offers. His choice was to depend upon his daughter and what she wanted.

Eventually, and somewhat surprisingly for her father, Misha chose a conservative girls boarding school.

Come mid September he kissed her on the cheek and watched as she joined the other girls heading into the red bricked building. With a slight sigh Marcus turned, clambered back into his taxi and headed back towards the station.

A couple of days later he sent Misha a brief email to confirm his safe arrival in Kenya and to hope she had settled in and made new friends.

Misha was still rather missing the attention of her cousins but she had reasoned that she would never get an education if she simply lay back and spread her legs. She wasn't confident that she could say no to her delightful cousins and thus the boarding school had been the obvious choice.

The girl settled into daily life slowly and, apart from the weekly emails from her father, Luke & Adam, she settled into an all female realm.

As the Christmas holidays loomed on the horizon there was a further flurry of emails.

He planned to fly back and spend Christmas with her. They had been invited back to the farm and Marcus had accepted for both of them. The following day she got another message, this time from Adam. It was bland, confirmed the Christmas visit and finished "can't wait to see you again."

She smiled to herself as she wondered which bit he wanted to see most.

The night before school broke up Misha was called to the heads office.

Mrs Dampier was a small woman in her mid forties. She had been widowed in her mid twenties and devoted herself to the school ever since.

"Misha my dear" she started, urging the girl to take a seat. "I've had word that your father has been delayed."

"Oh" whispered Misha slightly dejectedly.

"No, No all is well child. I understand that you are staying with family in Kent."

Misha nodded.

"Well your father will meet you there in a day or two. I've arranged a taxi to the station and you'll be met in London by somebody you know, I'm not sure who, your father was a little vague - is he always so disorganised?"

"Sometimes Mrs Dampier, he can be a little haphazard."

"Um! Well try and be ready for a 9.45 start. Your train leaves at 10.20 and you'll need time to get to the right platform etc."

The following morning Mrs Dampier introduced Misha to Mr Collins.

"Mr Collins is a good and reliable taxi driver. We have used him for many years. He will see you and your suitcase to the right platform and, providing your train is on time, will help you on board with your baggage."

Misha smiled up at Mr Collins, a grey non-descript man who nodded curtly.

That was that. Misha spent the next several hours watching the countryside slip past her window.

Gradually the fields gave way to houses. Large, expensive houses at first and then tower blocks and old streets of darkened brick buildings decorated with splashes of unintelligible graphite.

As the walls got more paint covered and the buildings crowded in the train started to approach the station. Everybody rose at once, struggling to get bags under control and be close to an exit.

Misha waited patiently and as the train started to empty she collected her suitcase and hauled it down to the platform.

Her case had a pull out handle and little wheels and yet it was difficult to control. The weight threatened to take control of her if she wasn't careful so she held back and made her way down the long platform slowly and cautiously.

Misha handed her ticket over to a collector on the gate and looked out over the sea of people milling about in front of her.

She was just starting to wonder how she was supposed to find whoever was meeting her when a hand gripped her shoulder.

"Sorry I'm late miss" growled Eddie. "My own train was late getting in."
"Eddie!" she gushed. "I didn't think it would be you"

"No well, the arms not mended properly yet. Some complication or other, so I'm the least useful on the farm. C'mon, we gotta get back across town in time for our train."

Eddie picked up the suitcase with ease. He held out his damaged arm and Misha took his hand as he made off across the station foyer towards the underground steps.

The underground was hot and noisy and crowded. Whilst they waited on the platform it was too noisy for them to talk. Still, Eddie was taking no chances and his charge was clasped tightly to his side by his good arm.

Misha looked up at the giant of a man and smiled at him.

The tube train was even more crowded.

"C'mon miss, only a dozen stops or so, we can squeeze in."

Eddie dragged girl and suitcase into the crowded compartment. He settled himself against the rear wall of the compartment and tugged her close to him. His right arm lay across her chest protectively.

Well that was what any bystander would see. They wouldn't notice the slight pressure being applied to her budding breasts or the slight circular motion the man used to arouse her covered nipple. Nor, indeed, would they be able to see his other hand sliding slowly up the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt as it went.

"Eddie!" she hissed

"Shhhh" came the response.

For as long as it took Misha concentrated on standing upright and keeping quiet. Eddie caressed her breast and buttocks.

Suddenly they were off. The doors opened and Eddie grabbed suitcase and girl and marched towards the tube exit.

They arrived at the surface just as their connecting train had been announced and Eddie surged on.

Eddie chose a pair of forward facing seats and gave the girl the window seat. He slipped in alongside her.

Nothing was said. Nothing was done. Misha began to think she imagined his hands all over her.

The train lurched off and a few moments later the announcement came that the buffet car was open.

"Be right back" snapped Eddie.

When he returned he had all manner of goodies, chocolate, crisps, tea and coffee and coke.

"Wasn't sure what you like best" he explained as Misha grinned up at him.

 "Tell me about your arm Eddie." She whispered.

Quietly he explained that whilst the break had healed the muscle had wasted more than expected and he had to go slow with the recovery.

"Can't do much heavy work" he snarled.

"But you'll be ok in the milking parlour?" she queried

"I'll be more than ok now me little mate will be helping out" he grinned.

Misha smiled back.

"You look tired girl" he announced suddenly.

"No I'm fine honestly." She replied.

"Well we'll cover you over so you can sleep if you want then." He decided as he unpacked a travel rug from the small back pack he carried and spread it over her.

Eddie wrapped one of big arms around her shoulders and dragged her close.

The girl allowed herself to be snuggled up and did think that maybe a nap would be good after all.

His hand sliding down and undoing the buttons on her blouse changed that.

She looked up and found the man leaning back with his eyes closed. She looked to her right and noted that his hand, the one doing the exploring, was under the rug and out of sight. Finally she looked about her.

The seats were slightly staggered so that those across the aisle were not exactly in line with theirs. She even allowed herself a sly giggle as her blouse finally parted and rough hands and rough wool came into contact with her chest.

The giggle turned to a gasp when her bra was promptly dragged up over her breasts and Eddie took a nipple between finger and thumb.

It had been so long. So very long.

When his other hand slid under her skirt and started tugging at her panties she only briefly considered what to do.

Careful not to move too far and risk the rug sliding off, Misha lifted herself off the seat and used one hand to help drag her panties down whilst the other tried to hold the rug in place.

Eddie pulled her leg towards him, spreading her wide as he did so.

Misha gasped as his finger found her moistening passage and then writhed as quietly as possible as he finger fucked her in time to the motion of the train.

Twice he did her on the journey home.

Finally he told her to go to the bathroom as they would be pulling into the station shortly. 

Misha returned, gave the big man a kiss on the cheek and waited as he gathered everything up.

They stood on the platform for a few moments.

"C'mon" he urged "the car's this way."

He drove out of town in silence.

Finally Misha spoke.

"Thanks Eddie." She hissed

"You wanna thank me girl?" he asked

She nodded, fairly certain of what would come next.

The big man laughed, indicated and spun the wheel. They turned down a muddy track.

Eddie drove for a few minutes to be well clear of the road before pulling in and killing the engine.

Misha undid her seatbelt and moved towards him.

"Not so fast girl" he said "I wanna see those titties. Have they grown any?"

"EDDIE!" she squealed "we can't be too late back."

"No we can't" he agreed "that's why I rushed you across town to catch the earlier train. We're not due to arrive at the station for another hour."

Misha blushed.

"You planned this?"

"uh-huh. Guessed you'd be gagging for it."

Misha looked horrified.

"Look treacle, either get the shirt off or don't. Your choice."

Misha hesitated but began to unbutton her blouse.

"Now the bra" he ordered as her blouse was tossed onto the rear seat.

"Awe shit. Might as well lose the skirt and knickers too huh?"

"Eddie!" she whimpered

The big man reached over and took a nipple in his fingers. He twisted gently and Misha slipped out of her skirt and tossed her panties over her shoulder.

"Good girl" he said as he unbuttoned his fly. 

Eddie encouraged her head down and forced his meat between her lips even as he reached over and slipped a finger deep inside her cunt once again.

Misha gurgled around his rod. He came quickly.

"ok treacle" said Eddie as they approached the track leading to the farmhouse "The boys will be wanting to fuck you sore"

Misha almost whimpered.

Eddie grinned

"But I get you too. No underwear under the farm overalls."

"Eddie!" she tried

He turned and looked at the girl as he pulled up outside of the farmhouse.

The door opened and her cousins were running down the path.

"No underwear" she agreed in a whisper.

In fact Misha slept late. She awoke to a near silent house.

Downstairs her aunt Miriam was bustling about the kitchen.

"Morning sweetie. Want some tea?"

"Where are the boys?" asked Misha as she slid onto a chair.

"School dear. They don't finish until next week."

Misha took her time over breakfast as Miriam chatted quietly.

"If you're planning to help out around the farm you'll need to wrap up warm. Make sure you squeeze several layers under the overalls ok?"

Misha nodded, quietly wondering how Eddie would react to a well clothed helper.

In fact, when she found the man in the yard, he was more concerned that she was wearing enough rather than too much.

"s gonna be a cold winter little miss" he growled "Missed you at milking this morning."

"Sorry Eddie, I overslept"

"No matter. You must have needed your sleep."

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"No much. Your uncle's taken a few cattle to market. I plan to drive out and check the other fields, make sure the water troughs ain't iced up an stuff. You can come along if you like."

Misha beamed.

Before long they were bumping along a track in a big blue tractor.
Misha tried to tell Eddie about her school but it was hard to be heard over the noise of the engine and Eddie had the heater going full blast too.

Finally he pulled in alongside a gate and hopped down from the cab. He pulled a sledge hammer out from under the seat and made his way through the gate with Misha following close behind.

They did four more fields in quick succession. Each time the troughs had a thick sheet of ice on the surface and each time Edie had shattered it with his hammer and then scooped the ice out, checked that the flow was ok and stomped back to the warmth of the cab.

Finally they pulled up at the final gate.

"This is the last field with beasts in" the big man said "Reckon we've earned a break huh?"

Misha nodded

"OK"

Eddie grinned at her as he jumped down from the cab once again.

Ice broken and water checked and they turned back towards the gate.

Once past the gate Eddie grabbed her shoulder and turned the girl to face him.

She was about to ask what he wanted when his fingers tugged the top few poppers of her overalls apart.

"Eddie!" she squealed "I'll freeze"

"Don't you worry lil miss. I'll think of something to warm you up."

He pushed the overalls off her shoulders and they hung around her waist, still secured by the length of twine she had started using last summer.
 
Eddie didn't pause. He tugged her sweatshirt up and over her head and then finally reached for the tee shirt beneath.

He grinned as her naked torso came into view and his grin widened as her bare breasts greeted his eyes.

"No underwear" he murmured

Misha shook her head.

"Good girl"

Her nipples had hardened the instant the cold reached them and she gasped as Eddie's fingers closed around both at once.

He kept her there for several minutes, tugging at her engorged nipples, twisting the flesh until her knees threatened to buckle.

"Show me your bare cunt" he growled

Misha whimpered but quickly moved to the twine belt. Her fingers were numb with the cold and she fumbled for a bit before she managed to get it undone.

Eddie pinched a nipple.

Misha gulped air and then shoved her overalls down. They rested on the top of her boots.

Quickly the girl undid her jeans and pushed them down her thighs to expose her nakedness.

Eddie grinned as one hand left her breast and slipped down to palm her mound.

Misha groaned as he traced her slit with his finger.

"Wet lil miss huh" the big man said as he penetrated her. 

Eddie fingered her for a few moments before withdrawing his finger. He grinned again, grabbed her around her waist and lifted her with ease.

He bundled her into the cab and clambered in alongside the girl.

The door slammed shut and the warmth flooded her senses.

Eddie pulled her across his lap and then rolled her over so she was face up. He played her like a Hawaiian guitar, teasing notes from her as he toyed with her tits and cunt.

Finally he shoved a finger deep inside her and pumped hard and fast.

Misha did her best to spread her legs and he laughed at her wantonness.

He brought her off quickly and then pushed her aside as he undid his own overalls and fought to release his erection.

"Feed" he said

Misha fed. She was hungry. Hungry in a special kind of way and Eddie was happy to fill her pretty mouth with copious quantities of his own special brew.

Afterwards he made her sit between his legs as he drove back to the yard. He stopped periodically to squeeze a tit or finger her cunt and then, finally, he allowed the girl to dress.

The evening milking went smoothly. Eddie and Misha were joined by Adam and Luke and nothing happened other than cows got milked.

The next morning Misha once again turned up for milking. Once again Eddie was frustrated by unexpected visitations from her aunt or uncle and cows got milked.

In fact, the girl went unmolested for three whole days.

Friday came and Adam and Luke came home from school on a high. Only one more day next week and they would finish for the Christmas break. They hadn't managed to get into their sweet cousins panties once since she arrived and they were just starting to get desperate. Surely they'd find some time over the break, unless this evening went particularly well.

The boys announced that they wanted to go and see an old friend who only lived a few miles away. 

They hadn't seen Steve Massing much since the early summer, before Misha crashed into their lives. Steve went to an expensive public school and mixed with expensive public school friends but he had always kept in touch with Adam and Luke, by email mostly, and had invited them over for a few games of pool this evening.

Obviously, the boys invited Misha to tag along - the only remaining issue was the transport.

Their father, Misha's uncle, allowed the unsubtle hints to waft around the room throughout the evening meal.

Finally he relented.

"As it happens, me and your mother have to go into town this evening. I could drop you off on the way and pick you up on the way back."

Adam jumped at the chance whilst Luke realised that they had just given up an evening home alone with Misha. 

The girl gave Luke a sly grin as she slipped away from the table to go and change.

She found a comfortable plaid shirt in brushed cotton. The colours of red, gold and green sang Christmas. Then she tugged on a pair of skin tight blue denim jeans and finished the ensemble with tan ankle boots in soft, supple leather.

Downstairs she donned a heavy wool coat and they were off.

Naturally, Misha found herself between her cousins in the back of the Landrover and, despite forced scowls and growls, deliberately quiet to avoid parental intervention, Misha was pawed constantly.

By the time her uncle let them off at the end of a long driveway Misha was quite flushed.

The fact that she half walked and half hopped the next 50 yards with Luke's hand between her thighs did nothing to help her condition.

Mr Massing answered the door, welcomed the boys and queried Misha's redness.

"Jus cold" she stammered

"well if you're sure. Steve is in the games room. You know the way."

And they were off again. Misha trailing after Luke and Adam as they made their way down a long corridor.

The games room was large enough to accommodate a small family.

There was a pool table at one end, a table tennis table at the other and chairs and sofas scattered around the edges. A pinball tale and huge jukebox occupied one end near a wood burning stove and two doors and a spiral staircase filled the wall to her left.

"Come on in" Steve offered "You must be Misha, you're prettier than Adam said" he smiled.

Misha blushed.

"Hi" Misha she said quietly.

"the doors lead to my bedroom and the bathroom" he answered her unspoken question. "the stairs go up to guest rooms and another bathroom."

"All just for you?" the girl asked as Steve handed her a can of cider.

"Yeah, this way the rents don't have to bother with me. I hardly ever see them except for breakfast." He looked at the girl as she shrugged off her coat. "You're ok with cider?" he asked 

"Yeah sure" she replied hesitantly.

"Fancy a game?" he nodded at the table.

During one perid when Luke was playing Steve Misha found herself on a sofa with Adam. 

Adam had an arm draped around her shoulder and she settled back against him.

She realised that he was gently tracing patterns on her breast through her shirt. She wasn't sure when that had started. Nobody else seemed to have noticed and it felt good.

She turned her head to smile at her cousin and he kissed her. She kissed him back.

The kiss went on and on.

Somewhere in the kiss she realised that Adam was playing with both breasts. 

She broke the kiss and turned towards the pool table.

Steve and Luke were still playing pool. 

Adam took her chin in his hand and turned her back for another kiss.

Adam started to undo the buttons on her shirt. She swatted him away.

His fingers were concentrating on her nipples now. Even with the protection of that brushed cotton shirt and her bra her flesh reacted.

When one hand slipped back to her buttons she kissed him harder.

A hand slipped into the gap in her shirt, under her bra and flesh net flesh.

Misha broke the kiss again.
Steve and Luke were leaning against the pool table watching. Just watching.

She turned her head back to Adam and his lips locked on hers once again.

Misha was dimly aware that he was undoing the other buttons on her shirt, but whilst his fingers danced on her nipple she had no thought to complain.

She felt him tugging to pull her shirt out of her jeans and moved her body slightly to make it easier before dropping her arms so that Adam could strip away her shirt.

The look she gave Steve and Luke was shy and she quickly buried her head in Adam's shoulder rather then meet their eyes.

Adam pushed her bra up and off her breasts and Misha gasped as his lips found a nipple and sucked it in to his mouth.

She knew that her back was arching, that she was putting on a show. She knew that a new boy was seeing her tits. She was almost relieved when Adam reached around and undid the clasp of her bra.

Gently the boy took her bra out of the way and turned the girl to face Steve and Luke.

"Gorgeous" hissed Steve

Misha blushed.

Luke held out his hand and Misha took it and allowed the boy to pull her upright.

Adam followed behind her.

Between them they lay her on the table, amongst the click clack of moving pool balls, and three boys stole looks at her naked breasts before they explored her upper body in minute detail.

Misha writhed under their combined attentions.

She opened her eyes and smiled up at Luke, to her left, and Steve, to her right, as they each mad her nipples perform acrobatics.

Adam was stroking her belly and soft gentle circles. With each circle he dropped a little lower until soon he was brushing against the waistband of her jeans with each pass.

Misha sucked in her stomach and Adams fingers crept under the material in the gap she had created. He wiggled south until his fingers sipped under cotton panties and Misha started breathing heavily. Then he withdrew.

Misha noticed Steve nod in her cousins direction and Adam casually unsnapped the top button on her fly.

She gasped in anticipation as each button popped open and the tension of the denim relaxed around her.

Adam slipped a hand into the gaping denim and cupped her mound through her panties. Misha groaned loudly.

Adam slipped around the table and carefully tugged each boot off of his cousin's feet. Then, he took hold of the bottom of her jeans and tugged, gently but insistently.

Misha glanced up at Luke and Steve briefly before lifting her hips and allowing the jeans to slide down her thighs.

"I'm almost naked" she gasped to nobody in particular

"Let's see her cunt" snapped Steve

Adam reached for her panties just as Luke's mobile rang out. 

The mood and tension vanished as the boy spoke to his mother.

He ended the call with a grimace.

"Pick up in five" he complained.

Steve reached for her panties but Misha was having none of it. She was up and gathering clothing before the boys could react.

"You gotta let us soon" hissed Luke as they marched towards the waiting car.

"s'not my fault" the girl complained.

Saturday saw her accompany her aunt and uncle to go and meet her fathers plane and Sunday became a day of family and visitors and catching up.

Once or twice she looked longingly at the boys. They ached for her.

Misha had breakfast with her cousins on Monday morning and then, as aunt Miriam packed them off to school, she reminded them that this was the last school day and they would have plenty of time after that.

Half an hour later Miriam took a phone call.

"Have you finished your Christmas shopping dear?" she asked as she came into the kitchen.

"Not really" admitted Misha "I was hoping to tag along with the boys when they went to town.

"Umm. Well we'll all be going Wednesday but if you want to go today as well, maybe get something for your dad without him around"

"That would be great. Can we aunty?"

"Well no. I can't but that call was from young Steve. You remember meeting him on Friday?"

Misha nodded

"Well he's obviously forgotten that the boys are at school today and arranged transport into town. He's happy for you to go along though. If you did I could pick you up from his place later. What do you think?"

"Do you think dad'll mind?"

"I doubt it young lady. He's been banging away at his computer all morning. Seems that he might be back in the UK but he's brought work with him."

It all went rather quickly after that.

Steve turned up within the hour. His mother waved happily from the car rather than risk stepping into any part of the farm yard and Misha slipped into the rear sat of the big Mercedes gushing her thanks.

"Don't worry about it.... Misha isn't it. No trouble at all."

It obviously wasn't going to be.

Mrs Massing dropped them off on the edge of town and drove away smartly.

"Is she going to park?" Misha asked 

Steve laughed. 

"She's going for lunch, we're on our own for the day."

Misha felt a small unsettling shiver slip around her tummy but managed a smile anyway.

In fact Steve was the perfect gentleman.

He held open doors, carried her bags, bought her lunch, laughed at her jokes and never touched her or mentioned Friday night.

By 2.30 Misha was almost dead on her feet.

Steve hailed a cab and they drove back to his house chatting happily.

"Got time for a coffee before you ring for a lift?" he asked as he led her along that corridor once more.

"Sure" she replied breezily.

He made coffee and challenged her to a game of pool.

"Ok" she agreed "but you're bound to win"

A few shots in and he offered a tip or two. Misha got a little better.

A shot or two later and he offered to show her how to correct her position.

Misha found herself largely beneath the boy as he wrapped his arms around her and held her hands to position them on the cue. 

He didn't move back.

Misha felt him nuzzle the back of her neck.

"Your hair smells sooo good" he whispered.

"er thanks" she managed

Misha felt his hardness pressing against her buttocks. She felt just a twinge of fear and a rather bigger twinge of guilty lust.

Misha stayed stock still as the boy drew his hands up her arms without lifting the pressure from her rear.

She didn't move when he crept in and kissed her neck, gently but insistently.

When he finally reached around to cup a firm breast she finally dropped the pool cue.

"You don't have to ....." she whispered

Steve took a breast in each hand and ground his erection between her buttocks as he did so.

"oh godddd" she gurgled

Steve leaned in close

"Undo your shirt" he urged.

Misha trembled as her fingers sought out the buttons. No sooner had she undone the first two buttons but his hands were within. Urgent, aggressive, commanding.

Misha hurried to undo the remaining buttons and found herself fighting against him to release the material from the waistband of those ever so tight jeans.

He helped her out of the shirt. 

Misha didn't know who undid her bra. Only that it wasn't there anymore.

Finally, he stepped back, pulled her up and turned her to face him.

Hands rediscovered nipples in a trice.

He bent to kiss her.

"Undo your jeans" he hissed into her mouth.

"ohh shiiit" she mumbled as her hands fumbled with her fly.

She didn't need telling to push them down.

Steve stopped then. Stooped long enough to lift her onto the edge of the table, tug off her trainers and drag the wasted denim off her legs.

He washed over her with his eyes before helping her back off the pool table.

"Wanna see my room?" he grinned

"ok" she replied quietly.

"let's get these off first huh" he said as his hands slipped inside her panties.

She stood before him in just a pair of white socks, just slightly embarrassed.

The coy expression vanished as his forefinger entered the gap between her thighs and she shuddered.

She continued to shudder as he led her across the room that way, her pelvis stuck out and on full display as she staggered to keep his finger inside her.

The door opened and he picked her up to bodily fling her onto the bed.

Misha parted her legs and Steve Massing licked his lips as he undressed.

He fucked her hard, urgently and determinedly.

It was over so very fast and Misha almost screamed her frustration.

Instead, she took a deep breath and curled around to take his wriggly worm into her mouth. She suckled on him and their mixed juices until he was ready again.

"Slowly this time" she urged as she guided him beck between her thighs.

This time she came. She came long and loud and Steve laughed at her as she did.

He watched her dress, let her make the call to aunt Miriam and then dragged her over and made her kneel before him for one more dose of cum.

The next few days were frustrating at best.

Eddie left for his sisters place, apparently they had a huge family gathering every Christmas, and Adam and Luke found very little time alone with their cousin.

Christmas day came and went with nothing but a quick grope here and a fumble there. Most unsatisfactory.

Misha was beginning to think that the hole between her legs might just as well heal up, the boys thought that it already had.

Finally, during morning milking, uncle Tony announced that he and aunt Miriam were off to town that morning. Her father, Marcus, was going along too. She was welcome to come along if she wanted.

Misha declined politely.

She watched the car drive away from her bedroom window. She was freshly showered and naked.
Her cousins had yet to surface.

Misha padded down the landing wearing a smile.

She stood outside the two doors and wondered which boy to wake.

She heard Adam coughing through the door and moved to the other door.

Slipping inside into the half light she could make out Luke, still sound asleep.

Wordlessly the girl slipped in beside her sleeping cousin.

"Hey" she murmured as she sought out his cock.

"What... oh shit... what are you doing?"

"The folks have gone to town. Hae you forgotten what this is for?" she asked as she gave is stiffening dick a squeeze.

"You're naked" he hissed

"Clever boy" she whispered wickedly.

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall next door brought Adam out of his daze.

He slipped out of bed, slipped out of one door and into the other.

"I get her next bro" he stated as his brothers arse pumped up and down.

The brothers enjoyed her twice each that morning. Misha enjoyed all four of them.

Sadly, despite attempts and furtive fumbles that was to be the end of the Christmas frolics.

Sure Luke got his hand into her pants whilst she was peeling potatoes and Adam managed to fire up her breasts one afternoon, but adults were always close to hand and the girl never had a chance to relieve the frustrations that the boys succeeded in building within her.

Eddie arrived back that day the boys went back to school. Even that didn't help.

Eddie managed a handful of cunt and even slipped a finger deep inside the girl, but wasn't allowed to finish his playtime.

Then it was time for Misha to go back to school.

Eddie offered to take her up to London and see her safely onto the train for school but Marcus Caplin was certain that he had the time to see his daughter onto the right train and still catch his own connection for the airport. It would be tight but he was adamant.

Uncle Tony dropped them off at the local station on the Wednesday morning.

Almost as soon as they arrived at the platform the announcer detailed a short delay to the arrival of their train. At about the same time Misha noticed a young man of 18 or 19 watching her. He looked away as she met his eyes but she felt that she had seen him before somewhere.

Eventually the train arrived. They boarded and Misha took the window seat alongside her father. When she glanced around that boy was sat diagonally opposite. Their eyes met and he smiled. Misha smiled back.

Some miles south of London the train ground to an unsteady halt.

The announcement explained a signal problem and promised that they would not be delayed too long.

Marcus Caplin checked his watch for the umpteenth time.

"I'll be fine dad" said Misha quietly "I can get across London by tube and you can go get your own connection."

Her father thought about it before replying.

"No Misha, you're too young. I'll be fine."

"Excuse me" the youth opposite interrupted "I hope you don't mind but I think I'm going the same way as your daughter."

Misha could sense her father tense as the boy moved across the aisle and seated himself opposite her father.

"I'm Martin Hamming and I recognise your daughter from school."

Marcus Caplin stared at the young man.

"I board with my uncle. He's a caretaker at the school. I've seen your daughter about."

"What do you do at the school?" Marcus asked guardedly

"I'm not at the school sir. I'm doing a course at a nearby college and stay with my uncle to save money. I did notice your daughter on the way home for Christmas but didn't get a chance to introduce myself. I'd be happy to guide her across London and see her safely to the right train if it helps."

Marcus Caplin turned to his daughter with a look which spoke volumes.

"We'll be fine dad. I've seen him about" she lied.

"Well if you're sure" Marcus said offering his hand to the youth.

The train lurched slowly off and a small cheer went up in the carriage.

Misha took the chance to study the boy. He was slim, almost skinny. He had bright ginger, curly hair and plain rimmed glasses. Once the arrangements had been made he went back to whatever book he was reading.

"What's your name son?" asked her father as the train finally dawdled towards the platform.

"Martin sir, but my friends call me Marty."

"Take good care of my girl huh"

"Don't worry sir, she'll be fine with me."

Martin led Misha from the platform to the underground and chose his path with confidence borne of experience.

They quickly arrived at the right station.

"We have an hour to kill" Martin announced "Want something to eat?"

Misha shrugged but followed the boy as he walked out of the station and up the slight rise into the hustle and bustle of the capital.

She found herself seated opposite the boy in a steakhouse.

"So what do you do?" she asked

"Well, I'm doing a course in internet communications but I generally do anything geeky" he grinned. "I was going to say hi on the way home but this giant gorilla met you and I stayed back."

Misha laughed.

"That would have been Eddie. He works on my uncles farm."

"You seemed quite close. The way you snuggled up to him on the train."

"I've known Eddie a while." She offered.

"AND, my parents work for the Massings. During the hols I help out in the gardens and stuff. I saw you with Steve Massing too. I think he was teaching you how to play pool."

"Right" said Misha wanting to end this conversation.

Martin checked his watch and started to move. Misha followed, glad to be walking rather than talking.

The train ride was almost silent.

Martin would start a conversation and Misha would close it down quickly. Pretty soon he stopped trying.

He helped her off the train and they went out into the station car park. Here was no sign of Mr Collins.

"Don't worry" offered Martin "My uncle will give you a lift."

Sure enough her uncle was pleased to oblige and the girl, rather surprisingly, found herself at the main door of the school completely unmolested.

A couple of weeks later, on one of those rare Saturdays when the girls were allowed into the local town, she saw him across the road. He raised his hand and waved. A couple of the girls blew raspberries and laughed at the boy. Misha smiled shyly and carried on.

"Perv!" announced Janice Walters "Always hanging around the school checking us out."
"I think he lives there, with the caretaker" Misha offered.

"Yeah, well the caretaker likes to look too I reckon" snapped Janice and all the other girls laughed.

Over the next few weeks Misha came across Martin a handful of times.

When she was alone she would stop and talk for a moment or two. When she was with a pack she would hurry past rather than give Janice and company any chance to ridicule the boy.

"Are you catching the train again?" he asked during one of those rare contacts just before the Easter holiday.

"uh-huh"

"Which one, we could travel together ..... if you want to" he added quickly.

"You don't mind babysitting me across town then?"

"No, I'd love to, I mean, um , er, you're no trouble."

She smiled at the boy as his tongue tied in knots.

"I'll let the family know that I don't need meeting in London then. See you Friday, about 2.00 at the gates huh."

Martin almost fell over his feet as he walked away looking over his shoulder. Misha giggled at him.

This time the girl chatted happily as they headed towards London.

Once there they made there way across town on the tube and were at the next station in good time for their connecting train.

They boarded a crowded train but found a pair of seats towards the rear of one compartment. Misha squeezed in to the window seat and Martin slipped in alongside her.

"I didn't think you liked me" the boy offered as the train pulled away from the platform. "You hardly spoke to me on our last train journey."

"Ah, I thought that maybe you were not so sweet as you seemed."

Martin looked puzzled.

"You kept asking me about Eddie and Steve and stuff."

He still looked.

"Look, just between us, me and Steve fooled around a bit that day, I thought that you might have seen and were trying to, well, you know."

"I didn't mean to look" the boy stated quietly "I was sweeping leaves and glanced through the window."

Misha gulped

"What did you see?" she asked
"Well, you were sitting on the edge of the pool table. Your shirt was off and Steve was tugging your jeans off."

"Oh shit. Did you stay and watch?"

"You're very pretty. I didn't mean too but I couldn't stop looking."

"You, er, you saw, um"

"I saw him lead you off to his bedroom wearing socks" he admitted.

"You won't tell?"

"I haven't so far have I?" the boy replied indignantly.

"No, no you haven't. You are sweet."

Martin laughed

"Sweet, geeky, unthreatening, all of the above." He admitted.

She kissed his cheek lightly. Martin blushed.

Easter on the farm was without her father. They spoke by video link a few times but he was in the middle of nowhere and the reception wasn't that great when they did get through.

Aunt Miriam decide that she needed a women to women chat, lots of almost complete sentences, warnings about boys and talk of clothes when the subject got a little embarrassing.

Misha assured her that she was quite happy in the company of girls her own age but allowed that she got on well enough with her cousins. That seemed to placate the lady a little.

Misha slipped back into her role was a wanton teenage farm worker.

The weather was warm enough for overalls with nothing below. When the chill easterly wind did blow Misha donned a sleeveless jerkin atop the faded blue overalls and smiled as she went of to the milking shed.

During the several days before the boys started their Easter break Misha was mostly in the company of Eddie.

They would generally start the day with a 6.00 am finger fuck at the back of the milking parlour. After breakfast in the big farmhouse kitchen, the girl would accompany the man wherever he was going, usually by tractor and usually with her overalls around her knees as soon as they were out of sight of the farm yard.

Eddie was adept at steering the tractor with one hand whilst the other played between her legs. Somewhere out and about the girl would enjoy her second orgasm of the day and devour the cock that was made available to her.

Of an evening, to give the big man some time off, the boys would accompany Misha to do the milking. Generally, one of them dealt with the cattle whilst Misha milked the other.

It was rare for her to crawl into bed without having enjoyed four or five orgasms and three or four deposits down her throat.

Once the boys finished school for the holidays the pattern changed.

Mornings stayed the same as the boys were given chores around the farm and Misha would service Eddie and be serviced by a fat forefinger in return. Before lunch she would change out of her work gear and she and the boys would be off. Sometimes they went to town, sometimes they stayed at home or out into the countryside surround the farm.

It didn't seem to matter. The boys always found some opportunity for one or both to part her legs and fuck her raw.

Misha loved it.

Once or twice she saw Martin around. She would wave. He would blush and wave back.

The holidays sped by and her cousins were soon returning to school.

Misha still had a few more days and anticipated resuming her Eddie days as before. Aunt Miriam had other ideas.

They shopped, they cooked and they chatted about nothing in particular and then, after three days with nothing between her legs, they visited.

Misha kept her eyes lowered when she was ushered into the lounge at the Massing house.

Aunt Miriam had to attend some committee meeting concerning the summer show. It was likely to be as much a talking shop as anything else. The fact that it was being hosted my Mrs Massing ensured a full committee turnout. Most would never have the chance to get within the walls a second time.

Mrs Massing took control even before Misha found a seat.

"You'll be bored to tears girl" she stated loudly "why don't you run along and see if Steven wants a game of pool or something. Go on, it's just down the corridor."

Misha slipped into the capacious games room.

Steve Massing looked up from the book he was reading.

"Hello Misha. Come to play?"

"Hi" she whispered hesitantly "My aunt is on the ...."

"Yeah, the committee thing. They'll be talking for hours." He said as he rose and moved towards her.

"Your mum suggested a game of pool" she offered

"Did she" he murmured moving closer.

"They're just down the hall" she bleated as his palm reached between her legs.
"They could come in at any time"

"They won't" he said caressing a breast through her shirt with his other hand.

"Jeez Steve, stop it will you?"

"You don't want me to stop really. Do you?"

"Yeah...... I do" she hissed

"ummm" he whispered as he undid her jeans

"Steve!"

His hand slipped within the gaping denim and palmed her again.

"Should I stop?" he asked

Misha didn't respond.

The boy grinned as he pushed her panties aside and pushed a finger deep inside.

Misha gurgled.

"Strip" he whispered insistanly. "Strip or I stop right now."

Trembling fingers fumbled wit her shirt buttons but strip she did. First her shirt, then her bra and then, after kicking off her trainers, she shoved her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

Steve withdraw his finger long enough to help her off with the last remnants of clothing. Then he moved behind her and propelled her towards the patio window.

Misha stopped, breasts mashed up against the cold glass as the boy fumbled with his own fly. He slapped her and she parted her legs. He grunted as his erection found its target and he started to fuck her.

Each thrust made her nipples graze up and down the glass and she whimpered her delight. She waved at Martin as he sat a few feet the other side of the glass, watching quietly. He didn't wave back.

Steve spilled his seed quickly and finished her with his fingers. When she too was spent he lowered her to her knees and forced his flaccid cock between her lips holding her head with one and giving Martin a thumbs up with the other.

After, she dressed and wandered out into the garden. She found Martin weeding a rose bed.

"I'm sorry you saw that" she said quietly.

"He knew I'd be there" snapped Martin bitterly "He did it on purpose."

Misha was quiet.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have told him I liked you."

"I'm sorry Martin" she tried

"Why did you let him do it. Why?"

She sat alongside him.

"Martin, do you ever feel, um, er, excited about girls?"

"Sure I do" the boy snapped back "I'm not queer. Who told you I was?"

"Nobody did." She soothed "Well girls get just as excited about boys."

"They do?"

"Some do - I do" she admitted "look, all through the holidays I've let boys play with me."

He looked hurt and angry at the same time, she hurried on.

"I got used to it. I haven't had anybody to play with as much these last few days and Steve well, Steve knows how to touch me so that I stop saying no"

There was quiet between them.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Martin, but once he started I couldn't stop him."

Martin got up, collected his tools and left.

Misha was sick. Violently sick.

The next couple of days Misha spent alone, in bed. Aunt Miriam was her only visitor.

On the third day she was up, dressed and packed ready for the return trip.

"Are you sure dear?" asked Miriam "We could drive you up to school next week if you like."

"I'll be fine aunty. Martin will take care of me."

"Martin, ah yes, him. Is he ok, I mean, is he capable of getting you back if you're unwell.

"I'm fine, but even if I wasn't Martin would cope. He's brighter than he looks you know."

"He'd have to be" finished her aunt.

Still, Misha was handed over to the red headed boy at the station.

"She's not been well" Aunt Miriam explained, two days in bed, you take good care of her young man."

That snapped Martin out of the gloomy mood that he had arrived with.

He settled her into the seat on the train with care, made sure that she waved to her aunt and uncle and then slipped into the seat next to her.

"Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"

Misha smiled at him.

"It'd be nice if we could be friends again" she whispered

"We are" he said pained "I'll forget it all, I promise."

Misha smiled again.

"Could you get the blanket out of my bag"

It was there in a trice. Martin even started tucking her in at the sides.

"Sit down Martin" she instructed.

He sat. 

Misha covered him with half of the blanket and snuggled up close and closed her eyes.

They dozed on and off until London.

They were on the tube approaching their second station when she leaned into him.

"Thank you" she whispered

"For what?"

"For letting me cuddle up"

"You're welcome."

"And for not trying anything" she added

"I wouldn't, honest!"

Then they were off, moving through the sea of humanity to the surface and their next connection.

They quickly settled into their seats and waited for the train to move off.

For some reason the compartment was close to empty. An older couple were a few seats ahead and a family group were at the other end but otherwise the space was theirs.

Martin went to spread the blanket over the two of them. Misha excused herself and went to the ladies.

She came back just as the ticket collector was inspecting tickets. Then she slipped back into her seat and under the blanket.

Misha found his hand and held it tight. After a moments discomfort the boy settled back to holding her hand.
A short time later she raised his arm up and slid underneath so that he his arm was around her shoulder. The boy stopped breathing for a moment and then started again in a rush. Misha giggled quietly.

She reached up and found the hand hanging loose over her shoulder. Martin allowed himself to be moved, across clothing and then, oh my god, onto skin. 

He flinched and tried to pull back. She held him tight.

His fingers felt a girls nipple for the first time in his life. He gulped but didn't remove his hand when she let go.

"Touch me" she whispered into his ear "just gently with your fingertips"

Hesitantly the boy allowed his fingers to dance over nipple and breast. He was quick to learn. Returning again and again to those touches and those places that resulted in the girl tensing or making small noises.

When her hand sought out his other hand he quickly allowed her to take control. She placed his hand on the waistband of her jeans. He could feel the firm flesh of her stomach above. Her shirt must be wide open.

"Undo me" she hissed

Martin swallowed hard and then fumbled with the top button of her fly. Misha moved slightly to make life easier and, eventually, it came undone.

"Go on" she whispered

The second and third buttons were easy enough and then, as he reached for the fourth his knuckles pressed against flesh where he was certain, in his minds eye, there should be panties.

Misha sensed his hesitation.

"I took them off" she whispered "in the toilet"

Martin coughed to stifle a groan and Misha giggled again.

The fourth and last buttons snapped apart and his hand withdrew a little.

Misha wriggled in the seat a moment and then brought his hand back to where her jeans had been.

"Oh god" he hissed as his hand traced down her leg to find the stiff denim.

His hand moved back up and the girl parted her legs as best she could.

She whimpered into his neck as his fingers finally penetrated her and as his confidence grew she slipped a hand over to unbutton his jeans.

Martin shifted uneasily as the girl undid him and slipped a hand inside. She hurt him a little trying to get his stiff cock out of his pants and he yelped.

"Sorry" she hissed "Christ it's huge"

"Sorry!" he offered

"Don't be" she whimpered as his fingers found that little spot at just the right time.

Misha shuddered to orgasm, crushing his fingers as she did.

"Thank you" she hissed as her head slipped under the blanket.

Martin's eyes bulged as Misha licked the length of his shaft. She wrapped her lips around the bulbous head and he came. She giggled as she gurgled as she swallowed.



