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The Willows

A tale from krisnjamie

Part 2

The summer holidays were soon started and, despite her best intentions, Rachael found herself quickly drawn back to the boys world and that slightly ramshackle cabin.

She had stayed away for almost 3 weeks and so the boys were a little
surprised to see her watching them from the side of the site as they rode their bikes as usual. They wasted no time in following her inside the cabin when she tripped up the steps though and wasted even less time in stripping her of her clothes.

She wasn't wearing much anyway. The thin white t shirt was the first to go, followed quickly by her skirt and panties. This time even her shoes and socks were removed as she was carefully inspected by two hungry boys.

"So you like playing like this huh?" asked Jason as he forced a finger between her legs and probed the outer folds of her cunt.

The girl blushed but nodded.

Darren unzipped his jeans and pulled out his fast growing cock.

He moved towards her, slipped one hand behind her head and pulled her
briefly. Rachael allowed herself to bend at the waist and, despite having promised herself that this would not happen, opened her lips to accept his erection into her mouth.

Jason adjusted his position so that he could reach between her legs from behind and continued to probe her cunt whilst he watched his friend hump into her mouth.

Seconds later and the girl was trying to swallow, cough and spit all at once. Darren released her head but as she straightened Jason started to lose contact with her pussy and she promptly bent forwards again to give him better access.

Darren slipped around her and allowed his own hand to replace that of
Jason.

"Go on Jase" he said "stick it in her mouth."

The noise that came from Rachael wasn't true language. In truth the boys didn't know whether she was happy with the idea or not but as she didn't move as Jason dropped his own jeans around his ankles and moved towards her slightly bent form they assumed she was happy enough.

Even then she didn't bend willingly to take this fresh cock. Jason
copied what he had seen Darren do and slipped a hand behind her neck to draw her head to erection level and was gratified when, once in place, Rachael opened her mouth and sucked his cock inside.

He had never experienced anything like it, had no way of knowing what
it would be like in advance but he was instantly in love with the
sensation.

He bucked his hips to try and thrust his erection deeper into the girl and enjoyed the feelings of power and raw sex as he touched the back of her throat and she gagged slightly and then, he too spurted into her mouth.

This caught Rachael unawares as last time they had been together Jason had only managed a dry climax. Her choking cough was harsh enough for her to stumble off Darren's writhing fingers to lean against the nearest upright.

As her cough subsided she spluttered out something about not expecting that and was greeted by a laughing Jason telling her that he had first come last week.

The boys took care of her then. They guided her to the desk lay her
down, and spent ages caressing and licking her nipples whilst whoever was free probed her cunt rhythmically.

They worked on her until she too had felt her own orgasm quake through her body and then simply touched and petted her until she felt the sudden need to be clothed.

Rachael left as soon as she was dressed and the boys went back to their bikes.

This time on her way home she simply revelled in the feelings that the boys had induced. The naughtiness, the true wickedness registered but only as a delight. There were no guilts, no inward promises not to return, just a smile on her face.

Most days the trio would get together. Most days the boys would have
the delights of Rachael sucking them to climax and then they, in turn,
would entertain the girls body with their hands and lips. There was rarely any preamble but occasionally the group would chat briefly afterwards, whilst getting dressed or simply because they didn't want their time together to end.

It was about this time that Mr Mason, Rachael's father, finally found a job. Money was still tight and so the Masons were prepared to trust their girls and the watchfulness of the neighbours rather than spend unnecessary monies on childcare.

Becky was, of course, put in charge but the sisters had the kind of
relationship that was based on trust, mutual respect and friendship and so each was given plenty of space. Becky had learned not to ask questions about Rachael and her relationship with Darren and Jason.  She was pretty sure that Rachael was messing about with one or other of the boys but as they were always together there wasn't much chance of any serious problems coming up.  

Asking questions of her younger sister had merely strained the
relationship between the girls and no good would ever come of that!

Moreover, when they spent time in each others company the two girls,
despite the age difference, were best friends and would giggle and shout and play and joke with each other continuously.

Their relationship was just as well really. A summer in Cornwall
invariably includes a number of wet sullen days where there is little to do but stay home and make the best of it. Rachael was convinced that if she could make it to the cabin the boys would be waiting but there was no excuse that she could conceive of which would allow her to go out to play when the heavens were emptying their liquid contents quite so continuously.

It was on one of these days that the Rachael made a surprise discovery.

Having persuaded her sister to dash to the garden shed where she was
"sure" she had last seen the Monopoly board she had turned the key in the back door lock and watched as her sister had stood in the rain, trying desperately to get back in and shouting at Rachael to "open up". Both girls had realised that there was another way in through the garage and the internal door and, whilst a rather wet Becky ran around the outside of the house towards the garage, Rachael decided to make herself scarce.

Dashing upstairs she thought of the hiding places available. It took
her seconds to realise that there were no suitable places that Becky
wouldn't know about herself and for her to decide to try and double back.

She dashed back down the stairs and just got behind the kitchen door
before the internal door to the garage burst open and a bedraggled Becky stomped in.

"Rachael Mason" she yelled "I'm gonna really get you for that!" and
knowing full well that her sister would be hiding upstairs she hit the stairs at a run.

Rachael took her opportunity to slide out of the door and into the
garage. The garage was never used as a garage. It stored the garden
equipment, bikes, boxes of old toys and clothes as well as housing dad's workbench and a small filing cabinet where all the household papers were kept.

Searching the area she decided that the small gap between the filing
cabinet and the workbench was her best hope and squeezed herself in as quickly as possible.

She looked as best she could and decided that Becky would be unlikely to see her if she came back out and then she settled down to wait for the hunt to start properly.

Inside the house Becky had checked all of the usual places and was now peering through the clothes in her parents wardrobe. That option having been searched she realised that her sister must actually be downstairs and off she went.

The rear door was still locked and neither of the girls ever used the
front door. That just left....the garage.! Rachael was in the garage.

As quietly as possible she approached the internal door and pressing her ear to the wood she listened for signs of movement. Nothing.  Slowly and silently she turned the key in the lock. Then she shouted out.

"Heya Rache. I know you're in there. You're locked out. Let me know
when you wanna come in and I'll think up a punishment for you."

With that she laughed, grabbed some crisps from the shelf and headed for the lounge to watch some TV.

Rachael knew she had been beaten but she wasn't ready to give in just
yet. Still the garage was both cold and boring. She crawled out from her hiding place and stretched to relieve the muscles in the backs of her legs.

She flicked open one or two of the boxes, recognised some old toys of hers and spent a few minutes fiddling with them before becoming bored and dumping them back in the box. She handled her father's chisels knowing how he would shout at her if he ever caught her "playing" with something so sharp and dangerous and, in a final fit of bravado, she tugged open the top drawer of the filing cabinet.  

She flicked through some of the papers. Old letters mainly. Shoving that drawer closed she opened the next. Bank statements, credit card statements, mortgage statements. That drawer too was quickly closed.

For no obvious reason she ignored the 3rd drawer and instead tugged open the bottom drawer. Boxes of pictures. Pictures of Becky and herself as babies, of old people who she didn't recognise, of Mum and Dad looking much younger.  She leafed through these for some time and then tossed them back in the boxes and shoved at the drawer.  

As she shoved one of the boxes moved and something caught her eye.  

The drawer shut before she could contemplate putting her hand out and she realised how close she had been to trapping her fingers in the sliding mechanism.  

Cautiously she tugged the drawer open again. Remembering where she had seen the flash of colour she lifted out the first two boxes, shoeboxes probably, and then pulled the last one forward and reached behind.

Her hand touched paper, a book or similar. Tightening her grip she
manipulated the objected past the shoebox. From the size and flexibility her mind registered her prize as a magazine of some sort.  She was not prepared for what she finally saw though.

The cover had been torn away and the front page contents list included small pictures of women without clothes on. Flicking through the magazine she saw naked and semi naked women of all shapes, sizes and colours but the set that really caught her attention was towards the rear. There was a woman, dark skinned but not black. She had a shaved head and a blindfold on. She was naked apart from the blindfold and a garter belt.  

Her hands were tied to a pole or something above her head and each of her ankles had been tied to separate posts which kept her legs open.

In the next picture a man was seen, wearing dark shiny trousers and
cupping the woman's breasts. A little further down the page that same man had inserted something, Rachael wasn't sure what, into the women's pussy.

She greedily turned the page. Here the woman had been let down. Her hands were now tied behind her back and her legs were free. She was kneeling in front of the man. The next picture showed her swallowing his large erect cock.

"God, do I look like that when I do it?" she asked herself out loud.

She flicked back over the pages at the other pictures but kept coming
back to this set. She could almost recognise the feelings that she shared with this dark skinned woman from the expressions captured in these pictures. She just wished that she could see her eyes.

Voices outside alerted her. Nothing serious, children playing.  It had stopped raining.

Rachael carefully returned the magazine to its hiding place, restored
the boxes to their rightful resting place and slid the drawer of the
cabinet shut as quietly as she could.

Walking out of the garage she banged on the lounge window to get her
sisters attention.

Seeing her sister finally come out of hiding Becky grinned and shouted at her to go round the back.

Rachael got to the back door but it was still locked. She banged on the glass and shouted for her sister to come let her in. As she did so, the window from the bathroom opened above her and a bowl full of water emptied over Rachael.

Moments later Becky opened the door and the two girls fell into each
others arms laughing all the time.

The following day Rachael found herself in the company of Jason and
Darren. As she knelt before the boys, naked as the day she was born, she allowed her eyes to flit between the two erections. One would always be in her mouth and the other would be patiently waiting. She allowed her mind to wander to those pictures but found her visions distorted somewhat as the first load of cum of the day hit the back of her throat.

30 or 40 minutes later that first load had been joined by a second and between them the boys had dragged a long energy sapping orgasm out of the youngster. The three of them now sat together, mostly dressed, just chatting.

"Umm, Darren" said Rachael "you know those dirty mags that you looked
at."

"Yeah, but they ain't dirty" came the response.

"Well what was in them?  I mean, what were the pictures like?"

The boys, between them, described some of the pictures and some of the letters that they had seen.

Rachael was quiet for a moment.

"So......none of the pictures show men then." She asked

"No silly, who wants to look at men" laughed Jason

"No, No I mean pictures with men and women together?" she spluttered

The boys looked at her for a moment.

"Have you seen pictures like that" demanded Jason "with men and women
doing stuff?" he continued.

Rachael nodded and after only a brief hesitation was persuaded to
describe, in some detail, the set she had spent so long fascinated by.  She would not, however, divulge where she had seen it or when and when the boys became insistent she took her leave of them.

It was 2 days before she ventured back to the site.  Jason and Darren
were there, of course, but so were more than a dozen other kids from the estate, including her friends Jane and Kerry and her sister Becky with the new kids Aaron and Lizzy.

The morning developed into one long game of chase, tag, in all its
variations.

Hot sweaty bodies were the order of the day and nobody paid much
attention to the areas of flesh that became uncovered when one or other person was upended during a chase. Equally, nobody noticed or commented on the occasionally inappropriate positioning of a hand when somebody was "caught" but Becky did notice the amount of time that Rachael spent near Darren and Jason. She couldn't fail to notice her receive the occasional slap across her backside, or a more regular errant hand between her legs and she definitely didn't imagine her sister trailing a hand over the front of each boys jeans from time to time.

As the sun moved gently past its peak the group began to give way to
hunger and little by little trooped off promising to return as soon as hunger was satisfied.

Becky and Rachael were no exception.

Arriving home Becky made her way to the kitchen to make sandwiches
whilst Rachael disappeared upstairs, washed and changed before coming back down.

Becky noticed the change of clothes.  A skirt in place of her jeans and a button up shirt in place of the usual t shirt.

"So whats with the new clothes?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing" replied Rachael "Just thought that these might be cooler when we go back out."

They ate quietly but quickly and were ready to go again when the
doorbell announced the arrival of Aaron and Lizzy. Together the four of them walked back to the buzzing building site and within the hour the crush of children had once again formed into an evolution of games one atop the other.

Becky watched her sister from time to time. She noticed the way her
skirt would rise up to display her white cotton panties and she noticed that Jason and Darren also always seemed to notice.

Caught up in the whirl of the latest game it was some time before she
noticed Rachael again. Or rather it was some time before she noticed that there was no Rachael. Seconds later she realised that there was no Darren and no Jason either. Breaking away from the game on the pretence of a rest she checked the buildings but found them empty.  

She looked around the site, behind the stacks of unused bricks and the piles of sand but found nothing.

Once, very briefly, she thought she heard a young girl laughing off in the distance but she couldn't pinpoint the direction of the sound and was soon forced to return to the game and put her worries aside.

Fairly shortly after the games had got going properly Darren and Jason had made their way to the far side of the site near the boundary with the wood. Rachael had, of course, noticed their departure and, as soon as she was content that nobody would notice, she too made her way to the far side of the site.

Once together the three found their way through the barbed wire and drainage ditch bordering the building site and seconds later were running together through the bracken away from the sound of children playing and into the gloom of the ancient woodland.

The half track that the trio had run along stopped abruptly in a small round grove of trees. The grassy area in the centre shone brightly in the sunlight which punched a hole into the gloom as a result of a tree which had fallen some years earlier. Small flowers were in evidence around the circle providing patches of brighter colours and in the centre, almost as if it had been placed there for the very purpose of comforting a weary traveller, was the remains of that fallen tree now worn smooth with the passage of time and decorated with fungus and lichen - just waiting to be sat on.

Almost in perfect unison the trio sprang over to the trunk and slipped onto its round warm surface, settling down and listening out for sounds of pursuit.  

There were none.  

Far off they could hear the shrill cries of the children still playing their never ending game but that was in another world.

Something sparked a game of tag between the three of them but it was a poor pretence and Rachael was soon "captured".  

Taking the roles of conquering hero's the boys grabbed her by the arms, one on either side, and marched her over to the tree trunk.  There she was invited to talk, to tell them where the enemy camp was and to confirm when the enemy would launch its attack.  

This she refused to do.  

The boys thought for a moment before Darren, taking the role of commanding officer, gave Jason the order.

"I think we should search the prisoner." He said.

"Yes sir!" barked Jason.

Darren moved behind Rachael and held her arms in his own vice like grip.

Jason started with the very top button and slowly, ever so slowly, undid each of the buttons on her shirt in turn.  

He pushed the now open shirt off of her shoulders towards Darren who took a moment to release her arms and slide the shirt off of her young playful body.  

Tossing the shirt to one side Darren resumed his grip on her wrists and Rachael shivered slightly.

She knew what was coming.  

She knew that in a few moments she would be as good as naked in front of these two boys. This was a regular occurrence of course.  

What wasn't regular was the fact of being out of doors, with no protection against prying eyes if there were any.  

Darren's voice returned her to the present.

"Well soldier.  Have you found anything?"

Jason made a show of running his hands all over her chest before
declaring that he had not.

"Very well" barked Darren "strip her."

Jason fumbled with the skirt whilst he looked for the catch which was at the side. Unable to find it quickly enough to satisfy his own impatience he lifted it with one hand and roughly grabbed the waistband of her cotton panties with the other. 

Tugging smartly downwards he sent the garment tumbling to the girl's ankles. A prompt from Darren at the rear and the prisoner stepped out of them and watched as they were kicked out of the way.

Responding to a signal from Darren Jason joined his friend behind
Rachael and took over holding her arms.  

Darren undid his belt and tugged it out of the loops at the top of his jeans before wrapping it around Rachael's wrists and managing to knot it relatively securely.  

Then, having noticed the clasp to the skirt which his friend had missed, he marched around to the front of the girl and waited whilst Jason joined him.

Somehow his fingers knew what to do and a mere second after he reached towards that clasp the skirt came undone and slipped soundlessly to the floor.  

Naked now except for her trainers and white cotton socks the girl
tried to free herself from her bonds. She didn't try too hard of course and promptly resumed her stance as helpless prisoner as Jason slipped a finger inside of her.  

They led her to the tree stump and Darren climbed onto it.  

Whilst Jason continued to finger her Rachael watched Darren undo
his jeans and slide them down his thighs. She watched as he released his erect cock from his underwear and watched it bob in front of her eyes. She noticed him bend slightly at the knee and imperceptibly thrust his hips towards her before she leaned forward sufficiently to let that piece of flesh to which she had become so accustomed slip between her lips.

As Darren climaxed he started to lose his balance.  The result was that his cock slipped out of the willing girls mouth before he had finished depositing his load down her throat and the second and subsequent eruptions splattered over her bare chest instead.

As he scrambled to his feet Rachael looked around for the inevitable
second cock and was quickly rewarded with the sight of Jason tossing his jeans aside, dropping his boxers and stepping out of them and then climbing into position on the tree stump before her.

He too climaxed relatively quickly and by design made a point of
spraying his cum all over her chest.

Something about there situation or her helplessness got to the boys and they attacked her. Her nipples were tugged and chewed with significant vigour and her legs were forced wide open so that Darren forced 3 of his fingers into her repeatedly and she came. She came in a different way to before. She couldn't stand, her legs buckled, sweat oozed from her and her head swam.

Her head was still swimming as she was led back towards the rising
sounds of the children playing on the building site and it was only when outlines of brightly coloured tops came into view through the trees that she realised her lack of clothing and the fact that her hands were still tied tightly behind her back.

As she came to that realisation the boys laughed at her.  Undid her
bonds and tossed her clothes to her. She dressed slowly, almost in view of the other children and almost daring them to look this way and see her.

Becky was engrossed in the game.  

British Bulldog. The pack had to run from one side of the "field" to the other. Anybody caught joined the other catchers in the no mans land and the winner was the last to be caught.

There were already 4 children as catchers and each run it became more
likely that she would be caught and join them.

As the pack left the safety of the sidelines she identified the nearest chaser and moved smartly away from his reach. A hand swiped across her backside hard and she turned accusingly to face.... Darren.... she hesitated to look for Jason and Rachael and in that moment she was lost to the catchers.

Standing there with her fellow catchers in no mans land she looked at
her sister. 

She looked ok. A little flushed but nothing unusual for a kid
playing this kind of game.  

Jason looked different though. The rush started and she and her fellow catchers hunted down more of their friends including Jason.

Standing slightly behind Jason to face the next rush Becky realised what it was that was different. The logo on his Nike t shirt was now on the back. He had his shirt on back to front. Then the rush came and she hunted for glory instead of thinking.

The weekend came and went with both girls being kept busy by their
parents. Rachael could find no excuse to slip away and so, on the
following Monday morning, as soon as she heard the click of the front door as her mother left for work, she sprang out of bed. She couldn't be sure of finding the boys already on site but she could hope.

After washing she checked the sky.  It was going to be a fine sunny day.

She pulled out a thin halter top and slipped it over her head and into place.  

She found a short denim skirt and also tugged that into place. 

Almost as an afterthought she pulled out some panties and slipped them on.

She didn't bother with socks but slid into her trainers and out of the door as quietly as possible.

Becky heard the creak on the stairs. She had been straining to hear
that sound, any sound, for quite some time. She slipped out of her own bed, fully clothed except for shoes. Chose a similar pair of trainers to those her sister was wearing and put them on.  

As she left the house she saw her sister disappear around the corner and on towards the building site.

As Rachael walked up the road Darren and Jason rode past her on their
bikes. They gave a determined wave.

"Hi Rache.  How you doing?" enquired Jason before the two boys raced off together.

Rachael quickened her pace.

That early in the morning the site was deserted when she arrived. 
Deserted apart from Darren and Jason who had stashed their bikes around the back of the cabin and were waiting for her in the doorway.

With a quick glance over her shoulder she slipped through the gateway to the site and positively skipped over to the cabin.

Breathlessly she apologised for not seeing them over the weekend whilst Darren hoisted the top up and over her head.  She noticed Jason fumbling around at the far side of the well used desk and was surprised, but pleased, when he came back with a small amount of rope.

"left over from mum's new washing line" he answered her unspoken
question.

Her hands were secured behind her back and then hands reached up under her skirt to grab and remove her panties.

"I nearly didn't wear any" she giggled

She kicked off her trainers and allowed herself to be led to the one
area of the cabin which still showed some evidence of carpeting.  There she knelt quietly whilst the boys secured her tied wrists to her ankles.

Becky had seen the two boys approach her sister, had seen them wave and ride off and had noticed that Rachael seemed to quicken her step.  She followed quietly and cautiously. After all she was fairly sure where they were headed.

She noticed Rachael look around her as she entered the site and was
grateful for being both a long way back and shielded by some enormous bush.

Her sister disappeared from view and she hurried her own steps, anxious to discover exactly what was going on.

As she entered the site she could here some mumblings from inside the
cabin and as she got nearer was able to make out a few words, though nobody was saying much.

".....didn't wear any" she heard her sister say

The door had been pulled too and Becky looked around for some way of
being able to look in through the windows. Most of the windows were
protected by small grates and were too high to be of any use to Becky.  

She moved cautiously around the cabin, taking great care not to bump into anything on her way.

On the other side was the back of a reasonable stack of breeze blocks
and she made her way over to the stack.

Finding a way up on the other side she clambered as quietly as she could to the top of the stack. Peering over she could see into the cabin from above but could see nothing except a portion of desk and the floor. She scrambled around and managed to find a gap where she could get down to pretty much window level. From there she scanned the interior as best she could.  

Nothing.  

Wait. There was movement at the far end.  

She leaned in closer and managed to make out Darren. Jason was with him. They had their backs to her. There was no sign of Rachael and she was beginning to think that she might have made a mistake.

In fact she was starting to claim leverage points to lift herself away from the window as quietly as possible when it happened.

Suddenly, and without warning, Darren's jeans were pushed downwards. 
Becky held her breath.  

Darren wasn't wearing underwear.  

I'm looking at a boys bare bum.  
Why is he stripping off in front of Jason.  

Which thought came to her first and which was most relevant I do not know. Frankly neither did Becky because even as she pondered these mysteries Jason followed suit and she was faced with two bare backsides.  

Jason, she noted, did wear underwear. Striped boxers but these had slipped down his thighs remarkably quickly.

She watched as the two boys stood side by side, seemingly unmoving save for an occasional movement of hips from one or other of them.

Inside the cabin the two boys stood side by side in front of their young captor. Jeans were pushed southwards and young erections bobbed alongside each other briefly before one was taken into that dark sensuous place that they craved so much.

In turn they pumped their young seed into that willing receptacle before deciding to reciprocate.

Becky couldn't believe her eyes, the boys moved apart a little awkwardly given their jeans wrapped around their knees and she had the first sight of her younger sister, naked from the waist up, a dribble of something at the corner of her mouth.  

She almost lost her concentration and balance at the same time but recovered herself and continued to watch as the boys hoisted Rachael by her arms and started carry/dragging her towards the desk in front of the very window through which Becky was peering.

She scrambled backwards, up the stack to gain some height, some privacy but without wanting to lose sight of her sister and these boys.

By the time she had repositioned herself so that she felt content that she could see without being seen her sister was lying on her back on that battered old desk.

The boys seemed to have tied her hands above her head and, as she
watched, were tying her ankles at the other end.  

She looked carefully. 

There was no doubt about it. Rachael was topless. Becky was horrified. 
How could she strip in front of the boys like that?

Becky realised that she was a little disappointed not to be able to see the boys naked bottoms at the moment but decided that it would be safer just to see what was to be rather than try and move about any more.

Darren moved up to Rachael's head.

"I think you quite like being tied up" he whispered

she giggled

"I think you quite like being naked" he continued

she giggled again.

Darren moved down and reached for the hem of her skirt.

Outside Becky gasped. "oh no he's gonna look at her panties!"

Darren flipped the skirt up, scrunching it as he did so that it covered no more than it had to. Rachael's naked sex lay waiting, expecting and desperate.

Becky gasped again......  "no panties!"

From her vantage point and through the grime on the window Becky watched as the two boys mauled her sisters body. She watched as they nibbled and sucked on her budding nipples and she stared in horror as they probed deep within her cunt with not one, not two but three fingers at a time. 

She witnessed her sister beginning to react. Saw the hips rising against each desperate thrust from the boys and noticed how her body shook when she finally climaxed.

Her own hand had slipped into her panties past hurriedly undone jeans
and as she watched her sister being untied, saw her dressing and chatting with the boys, she brought herself to a shatteringly long and hard climax.

She bit her lip to stifle any noise and in doing so had to relax control of some other muscles. The result was grazing to knees and hips as she writhed amongst the concrete blocks but she really didn't care right then.
   

