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"Well I've heard lots of names for a dick, but that's a new one on me. Come on one of you, lift our Kate down and we'll take her inside, so she can show us what a little mover she is."

Before anyone took a hold of me, "Hang on a minute. You promised no touching. Haven't you got some step ladders?"

"Bloody hell Kate, don't tell me you object to someone lifting you down."

"I know your men, it starts with hands on my waist, and before I know it, they'll be sliding them up inside my blouse. Just bring some steps, and I'll get myself. Ouch oh my bottom."

As I'd been talking, I'd shuffled myself forwards to the edge of the wood pile, so as I could climb onto the step when they arrived. But this little skirt had slid from under me, and the bare cheeks of my bottom were on the rough wooden planking. My shuffling had impaled me on a splinter. I guess only small, but god did it sting.

"What's wrong?"

"I've got a splinter in me."

"Silly girl, Jim, reach up there and lift her, but make sure you lift her backwards first, to pull her off the splinter. And you Kate, don't struggle, if you'd have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn't have happened."

Jim reached up, hands on my waist, and lifted, pushing me backwards at the same time.

"Ouch!"

I was up from the wood pile, and now he just tipped me over his left shoulder, and carried me like I was an old kit bag. My arms were dangling down his back, and he had both his hands on the inside of my legs about six inches above knee height.

"Bring her into the van." Called Stan. Jim did as he was told, and then lowered me onto the bed/settee in the end of the caravan. Stan knelt down in front of me and took hold of my ankles.

"Come on then, let's have your bottom up, and get that splinter out for you."

And with that, he was lifting my legs up and tipping me onto my back.

"Here Jim, you hold these for me." He said as he passed my ankles to Jim, with me now held on my back, ankles almost touching my shoulders. Which, of course, meant my legs were parted some-what.

"Please, is this necessary?"

"We've got to get it out for you; you wouldn't want it turning septic. Now just hold her still. Let's see now, are I think that's the little bugger. It's right on the edge of your panties."

"Can you see it?"

"Well I can see where it's scratched you. But I think it's broken off, I'm not sure if there's still some left in."

"Maybe it'll be ok; I can put some cream on it tomorrow."

"Don't be a silly girl, I'll hold your legs, and let Jim have a look; these young'uns have got better eyesight."

They swapped places, taking no notice of whether I wanted to be in this embarrassing position or not. Now Jim was kneeling down out of my line of sight, and the anticipation was driving my libido into overdrive, just being held in this position waiting for him to touch me. What you have to realise, is that although I said the splinter was in my bottom, where it actually stabbed me was as Stan had already pointed out, just on the outside of my panties. But it wasn't around the back on the cheeks of my bottom; it was on my inner thigh, alongside my now pulsing pussy lips.

"Uhhh."

As his fingers made contact I took in a sharp audible intake of breath.

"Sorry did that hurt?"

"No. I didn't mean to do it; you just took me by surprise."

"Well I'm just going to squeeze it a little, to see if I can get it to pop out. You tell me if it hurts."

His fingers began touching all around the area, but obviously, as his fingers probed around on one side, they were actually touching the outer flesh of my pussy lips. And I guess it comes as no surprise; that with each and every stroke or probe, a shock wave rippled up my pussy.

Just that would have been bad enough, but as his fingers and thumbs pressed and probed; his remaining fingers of one of his hands strayed inside my panties, and were just gently rippling their way back and forth over my pussy lips. I bit my teeth together to prevent myself from letting out any of the groans or gasps of pleasure that my body was driving me to make, but there was no way of preventing my pussy from pouting its lips.

Then with my lips pulsing, as they closed I could feel his finger ends inside my hole. He was just gently sliding them in and out, only the very ends of his fingers, but with this, it confirmed what I'd thought, that this interference was deliberate! But as I tried to protest with my mouth, it was as though my throat was dry and my words refused to leave my lips. But if the lips of my mouths were dry and paralysed, the opposite was the case with my pussy. It was positively dripping, and opening for his every probe.

"I'm sure there's something still in here, but I can't seem to get it moving. Can you just open her legs a bit wider boss, and I'll try sucking on it, see if that does any good."

"I... P-Please... No!"

Stan had just taken my ankle that he was already holding, and spread them wide open. Then hearing me trying to make some kind of objection, he asked. "Are you ok?"

"Please no, just leave it now."

"Don't be a silly girl; it's got to come out. Just let me know if it hurts you."

And Jim just carried on as though I'd never spoken, although I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. It felt like his fingers that were inside my knickers, were easing my gusset across! Then as his mouth made contact with the splinter area, his little fingers were pulled out of my pussy, to be replaced by his first two fingers, the size and length left me in no doubt about this. But my pussy was so wet and willing; it was as though it was sucking them in.

"N-No, please, No."

"What's wrong, is it stinging?"

"Oh god! No. Please tell him to stop."

"Hang on Jim, she's getting upset."

Jim sat up, but his two fingers were still deep inside my pussy.

"She don't feel all that upset, I got the impression she was enjoying it."

And with that he began giving my pussy a few long sliding probes, whilst waiting for my reaction. My pussy loved it, and my hips lifted to let him know the fact. It sent such a thrill through my body, while he kept his fingers moving, I was at a loss to get my words out.

Then he stopped, fingers still deep inside me, and he waited for me to speak. It must have taken me at least half a minute to get myself together.

"Please don't. You promised no touching. I I know I'm at your mercy, but please no more."

He slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them to his mouth, making sure all the onlookers through the door and windows, all got to see what he was doing.

"That is one sweet tasting pussy you've got there Kate, I can't believe you don't want to try a length of my dick up there."

"Please no. Stan please. I've said I'll do a strip for you. But please, let me get up now."

Jim answered, "Hang on love; I haven't got that splinter sorted yet. If I keep my fingers out of your little twat, do you want me to have another try to see if I can suck the little bugger out?"

"It makes sense Kate my love; it'll only turn bad if you leave it." Chipped in Stan.

"Ok, but please try not to show too much of me off to all these others."

Why I said that I don't know, I'd already agreed to do a strip for them. But Jim put his face down, and his mouth began to suck around the splinter area. But his tongue was also licking, and as it lapped my flesh, my pussy pulsed. He'd only been back down there a few seconds before I was heaving my pussy into his mouth. Well I was heaving, but I guess he'd moved his mouth across. But whoever was at fault, the result was the same, he was locked onto my pussy, and I was helpless to protest.

He knew how to eat pussy, by god did he know. My whole being was transported to another planet, as his tongue circled my clit and lapped up and down my slit. He'd been giving it to me for some minutes before I realised I wasn't being held, and I was heaving like I was possessed by a demon. Then his mouth left my pussy, and I first felt like I wanted to call him back, I really needed finishing off. But then I opened my eyes, thinking he had taken his mouth away, only to replace it with the big dick he'd told me about.

But no, Stan was kneeling down, and within seconds had taken over sucking my pussy. His technique was different, but just as effective, but this was the first time I've been sucked by a man with a beard, and boy was it good. He took me to my climax, sending my body back to the planet pleasure for its second trip today. When I did come, they both stood to the side so as the onlookers could all get a good view of me writhing around with my pussy dripping sticky fluid.

"Are you ok?"

I'd just about come down to earth, and was now feeling very embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed.

"You promised me no touching."

"Well no harm done, and you did seem to be enjoying it."

"But all the same, you promised."

"Come on no sulking, we didn't hurt you. Anyway, we could easily have given you a good old fucking, but we didn't. So surely you must be grateful for that?"

I thought for a second and realised he was right, I'd expected Jim to have fucked me once he'd got me that turned on, so I guess I hadn't got off to badly.

"I guess so." I replied.

I'd sat up by now, and pulled my gusset back across to cover up my pussy.

"Come on then, show me just how grateful you are."

"Oh no. What do you want now?"

"Don't be a spoil sport, come on you told me earlier you were a working class girl, like us lot. Don't go getting all snooty now."

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Come and sit on my knee, just a little kiss and cuddle."

"Just you?"

"Of course, just me, come on, let's be having you."

As I got up and walked towards him, "Ok, but no monkey business."

I sat my bottom back onto his knee, and he pulled me up close to him, lying me back in his arm as he lent across and we began kissing, tongues were swapping juices almost immediately, and the on looking audience were all making their own comments.

It didn't take long before my initial anxiety melted, and I was responding to his advances in a willing manner. Even when I felt his other hand working its way up inside my blouse, popping the buttons as it advanced on it way to my breasts, I still let him have his way without protest. I suspect Jim must have been helping him, as I felt my bra releasing, and being pulled aside. So now I was deep into a heavy petting session, with my blouse open fully at the front, and no bra. Stan was manipulating my nipples, and the sexual arousal was once again building in my body. I knew if I let him carry on, I'd get back to the point like before where all my resistance would just melt. So I managed to pry my lips from his.

I said, "Gasp! Ok. I think we'd better call that it."

"Oh come on, I was just getting into my stride."

"Yes, that's what I was afraid of. Come on, you said just a little kiss. And I've let you, well you know, you've had my bra off. If we don't stop now, I can see you going all the way."

"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to, I don't believe in using force."

"I wasn't saying you would force me, but you know how to make a girl forget her modesty."

"So now we have it; it isn't me you don't trust, it's you. That gives me an idea for a game."

"Oh no, what are you cooking up now?"

Well you've already agreed to strip for the lads, but by now, they've seen both your tits and pussy, so getting dressed just to strip off is a bit pointless."

"So what are you expecting me to do now?"

"A little game of hide and seek. You hide, and we all come looking for you. The one that finds you gets to snog (kiss & cuddle) you for ten minutes."

"So if I agree, how many times do you expect me to do this for, in other words, how many men do you expect me to have a snog with?"

"Well there's only ten of us here, so surely that isn't too many?"

"If you're all gonna get a go at me, what's the point in me hiding? Anyway, I think if I let five men snog me, then that should be good enough."

"So you're game for it, it's just how many times you do it that you're not sure about?"

"I'm not sure what I'm letting myself in for. I hide, you all look for me.

Then what? Who ever finds me, gets me on the floor there and then, and starts snogging me? Who counts the time? Can I be sure he won't do anything else but snog me?"

"Ok this is how I see it, first you strip off completely."

"You've got to be joking?"

"Why, you agreed to strip, and we've already seen the goods. Its lovely hot weather out there and we'll give you a big pair of boots to wear so you can splash around as much as you like, and without your clothes on, you won't get any of your stuff mucked up."

"Ok if I do agree to go around naked, and then I hide, what happens when someone finds me?"

"He has to call us all in, and bring you back here to the van. Then we give him ten minutes with you on the bed."

"So I'm naked on the bed, and he has tem minutes, but just kissing?"

"Well like we said earlier, no force, if you say no, we will stop him."

"So if he gets me worked up, you'll let him go all the way?"

"Only if you do. If you say stop, we'll stop him, surely you can resist for ten minutes?"

"I'm not sure about this, doing a strip is one thing, but letting you animals loose to maul me is something else."

"Come on Kate, it'll only go as far as you let it. And if you don't, whose to tell if one of them wont get upset at not having had a chance to touch you, and will then go blabbing to Brian about you letting Jim and me eat your pussy for you."

"Hey! That's not nice. You tricked me into that, and anyway, it isn't fair you threatening me."

"Don't get all upset, I wasn't threatening you, I was just saying, the lads have been patient so far, and they haven't had as much as a sniff of your pussy. This is only a game, and it will only go as far as you let it, so why are you worried?"

"I'm still not convinced I can trust you to stop anyone?"

"I give you my word; all you have to do is say a simple no."

"And you promise there won't be anyone holding my mouth shut?"

"I swear on my mother's grave."

"Oh well here goes, just five times though, and no more than ten minutes each."

"You got it. Here's some boots to put on, they'll be too big, but they'll protect your feet while you're out there. Now get that skirt off, and we'll give you a count up to fifty to let you hide."

I stripped naked, and pulled on these big heavy boots, it took me all my time to lift my feet to walk. I must have looked a right sight. Then as I made my way through the men gathered around the doorway, the hands went everywhere, making it difficult to get away from the van. The mauling went on for up to maybe a minute, then Stan called out of the door.

"Ten, eleven, hey why haven't you gone yet?"

"This isn't fair, I never said I'd let them all grope me at once."

"Come on lads, let her go, I'm already on nineteen, twenty."

The hands began to slip away, and I splashed and skidded my way across the building site. Once out of site, I found an old plastic sheet covering some bricks, and knelt down pulling it over my head. There I stopped, waiting for the inevitable. I didn't have long to wait, and as the sheet was lifted, the sunlight flooded in, and the man shouted.

"Found her!"

I stood up, and the man took hold of my hand, which he immediately pushed down the front of his shorts. But he also made sure I wrapped my fingers around his already hardening dick. As soon as my fingers encircled it, I felt his blood pulsing, as it filled, swelling in my hand. But it wasn't really his dick that I had to worry about, it was my own pussy!

His dick hadn't got the monopoly on blood pulsing. My pussy was throbbing that badly, it really was affecting the way I was walking. And he wasn't helping, using one of his hands to stroke my inner thigh, whilst sucking my nipple as he walked along backwards towards the van. By the time we got to the van, I was ready to fuck, my pussy was on fire. As he sat me down and lowered me back onto the bed, I instinctively let my legs fall open.

This man went down on my pussy with his mouth, and I heaved my hips high, reaching down with my hands holding his head. How long it was before the others joined in I have no idea, but as the sensations began to hit me, radiating from my nipples, I realised I had more than one mans attention. But I was too far gone to worry, and anyway, it was only a bit of heavy petting. How the men had actually got themselves arranged around the bed to get access, I have no idea, but Stan had taken hold of my head, and turned it towards where his face was ready to resume his French kissing.

Every part of my body was receiving some kind of attention, I even had someone massaging and sucking my toes. My eyes were closed more than they were open, and as Stan withdrew his tongue from my mouth, I opened them momentarily, to see who was going to replace him. But he gently stroked his finger ends over my eyelids, and I let them fall shut again. Then I felt something soft touching my lips, and at the same time, the hand under my head pulled it forwards.

I opened my eyes, but his dick was already inside my lips, and driving in deeper. At first I tried a little struggle, but knew I was not strong enough to force him out, and no way dare I bite him. Besides, I told myself, I'd been thinking about sucking that big fat knob-end of his all day. So I sucked and he got really hard, and began to shaft his length in and out of my mouth. Soon it was pushing at my windpipe, and I took a deep breath, ready to allow him entry. Oh yes I could now feel his big fat bell-end squeezing its way into my throat, it felt so good.

But it wasn't just my throat being stretched; my pussy was also being opened up, as the man who found me in hiding, began to slide his dick up my pussy. I was by now totally out of control, and even if they'd all wanted to fuck me one after another, I wouldn't have had the willpower to even try to protest. My body wanted a fucking, and boy was it getting one. Well two actually, Stan was still fucking my throat, going at it like he hadn't had a fuck in years. While who ever it was rammed my pussy in a very aggressive manner. Not that I minded, I could take it as hard as they wanted to give it, but compared with my Brian's gentlemanly love making, it was really hitting the spot.

Then I felt Stan shooting his cum into my throat, and as he pulled out I licked up any excess that spilt. It was only seconds before someone else was presenting their dick for my mouth, but as I'd said, I was now game for anything. Then I felt the man who was fucking my pussy, fingering my bottom. Now I had been fingered back there by a previous boyfriend, but I'd never let him take it any further. That was many years ago, and my Brian had never even gone anywhere near touching it.

Of course, over the years, reading articles, and seeing porn videos, I'd often wondered what being fuck in the bottom would be like. This man appeared to be using the fluids coming from my pussy to wet my bottom, and help him get his fingers up it. And he also appeared to be having some success, as I'm sure he now had two fingers poked up my bottom to their full length. He hadn't just rammed them in suddenly, but he'd been working gradually, starting with just a finger end, and I have to admit, the finger fucking he was giving my bottom, was actually quite a turn on.

Then he drew his dick from my pussy, and I felt it touching my bottom, I wasn't scared, and I guess in a way, I was actually quite curious, and kind of looking forward to it. Then he pushed, and I felt my bottom stretch. God was he big; I took a sharp intake of breath, and almost choked on the dick in my mouth. I couldn't even grit my teeth, as the man fucking my throat was still giving it full-bore.

But he got his dick up, and began to pump it hard, and within no time, I was lifting my bottom up in harmony with his shafting. It wasn't long before he was cuming in my bottom, and like all men, seconds later it was pulled out, and he was gone. But the next man, eased me across the bed, and then rolled me on top of him. I was soon squatting my pussy onto his hard dick, and the man who'd been fucking my throat, moved down the bed. I obviously knew what was coming next, and this was going to be another first for me, two men at once. Well up my pussy and bottom that is, I'd done the pussy and throat before in my student days.

So now I held still while the man mounted my bottom and god was this a stretch. Fucking hurt! Yes it fucking hurt, but the pain was driving my body wild. I had just let out an outburst, "Oh fucking yes! Go on fuck it! Come on boys; fuck me harder, I want more." Then someone appeared kneeling in front of me, presenting their dick for my throat. So that put an end to my dirty screaming, and I began to have my first triple penetration!

I can remember some of the men that followed, but it all began to blend into one long night of fucking. I say night, because when they finally gave up, not only had the sun gone down, it was also dark outside. And even then, I spent the night with Stan in bed one side of me, and Jim the other. And I'm not sure if the fucking I got in my dreams was real or not. One thing I do know; was that I awoke with Jim fucking my bottom.

It was nearly 11:00 o'clock before the Land Rover appeared on the mountain road, and maybe quarter past before my mom stepped out. All the time during the morning up until then, whenever any of the men had fancied a fuck, they'd just sidled up to me, took hold of my arm, and said, "Come on lass." Or something similar. And I'd just meekly let them walk me to the van, and opened up for them. I'm not sure why, but I guess I knew I couldn't actually stop them, and unless I did as they wanted, they had plenty they could tell my Brian, that would definitely kill any wedding plans.

I'd even had one or two of them suggesting they were going to fuck both me and mom when she arrived. So as soon as I'd had a quick word with mom, I got Mr Green (the man with the 4 x 4 who'd brought mom) to one side out of earshot of anyone.

"Look, I can't explain now, but would you like to be pushing this big cock of yours up my little pussy?"

At the same time as I'd said it, I'd put my hand on his fly, and felt for his dormant dick. He'd about choked, as I'd said the word cock and pussy, but his dick began to harden the instant my hand stroked across it.

"W what did you?"

I stopped him short, "Sorry to be so crude, and I can't explain just now, but if you'll take both me and mom back over the mountain right now, I'll meet you when and where you like, and let you fuck me. Please just say yes."

"W well, yes. Of course, I will. But…"

"I'll explain later, but please don't let anyone talk you out of it. Please, I'll suck your cock, or do what ever you want, but take us right now."

I turned and walked to my mom, took hold of her arm, and walked her towards the man's Land Rover.

"Where are we going?"

"Home, Mr Green has agreed to take us now."

"But I thought we had to be here for when Brian arrived?"

"No, I want to get back; we can phone Brian when we get over the mountain."

Just then Stan noticed us walking to the vehicle,

"What's happening then?"

Oh its ok, Mr Green is taking us home."

"But I've just put a brew on; you have to let the poor man have a cup of tea. Anyway, you're supposed to be here to wait for you fiancé. Never mind her Harry; you come and get a cuppa."

But as my eyes met Harry's, I let him know without words, my offer meant him coming now.

"Its ok Stan, another time, I've got to get the two ladies back home. I'll catch you again some time."

And with that he turned and made his way back to his Defender, climbed in, and we were soon bouncing our way along the muddy track, on the long steady climb over the mountain.

Mom was curious as to why I'd wanted to leave so quickly, and I'd made some silly excuse about needing to be back in town to meet someone. She appeared to accept this, but I'm not sure it sounded very real. On the way home I phoned Brian, and explained I'd be at mom's house later, and how we'd got out of the valley. He didn't sound too pleased, but I thought what the hell. Once we dropped mom off at her home, I then made arrangements to meet Harry the next day in the car park of a local supermarket, so he could take me to his farm.

The evening with Brian at mom's house was uneventful, and he'd left to go home by ten. I had a good nights sleep, and god did I need it. Next morning I walked to the supermarket, and there was Harry waiting, I climbed in, and we were off. He pulled into his farm yard, and we both got out.

"Where are you going to have me?"

"In my bedroom. Where else?"

"So your wife isn't home?"

"I'm not married."

"You live alone?"

"No, I have three sons; they help me work the farm."

Just then a man aged in his twenties walked out of one of the farm buildings, and on seeing us, began walking towards us.

"Is that her dad?"

"It certainly is; I told you she was a cracker."

"Oh god dad, I can't wait to see her naked."

I realised I was now in for a fucking by not just one man, but it looked like four of them.

I'm not going to go into detail about this fucking session, as it was by comparison quite tame. They were all psyched up to fuck me, and I thought as I'd promised, it was pointless being picky about there being more than one of them. But as it turned out, they were real gentlemen, taking it in turns, only one man in the room at a time. It was a very vanilla sex session, apart from me taking one man after another. I guess they all had about three or four goes at me. And after thanking me, Harry took me back home.

I married Brian as planned, and we moved into our dream house. But over the next twelve months, Brian employed the same builder to landscape the gardens! And once I was his wife, he made me give-up working, so I was at home most of the time the builder was there. Well you can guess the kind of things that went on. Or maybe, one day I'll get around to telling you all about it.