Τα σκουριασμένα χείλη, είναι ένα από τα cd που έχω λιώσει, Manifesto. Nα υποθέσω ότι θα ακολουθήσουν κι άλλα τραγούδια από το ίδιο;
"στα σκοτεινά με την κουβέρτα κουκουλώσου, το ξέρεις είμ' ο άνθρωπός σου ...
το ξέρεις πως σε κουμαντάρω"
...και απορώ, το πρόσωπό σου δεν μπορώ να θυμηθώ και θέλω όλα αυτά τα βράδια να σ' αγαπήσω πάλι απ' την αρχή, μωρό μου μα δεν έχω άλλη αντοχή
"σπάζοντας το φράγμα του έρωτά σου και του ήχου επάνω μου συντρίβεσαι και στα μπετά του τοίχου"
Οι στίχοι του τζετ, νομίζω ότι είναι οι πιο σεξουαλικοί της ελληνικής δισκογραφίας. Στα μεγάλα ντουζένια του τότε ο Κραουνάκης, έδεσε ταμάμ με τον Τριπολίτη και βρήκε την ιδανική ερμηνεύτρια.
Είσαι σκέτο παρακράτος, Manifesto, που μας θυμίζεις τέτοια πράγματα μεσημεριάτικα. ;-)
Περαστικά - τι κόλπο είναι αυτό; Μήπως διάβασες τίποτε και σου ανέβηκε το αίμα στο κεφάλι; Να τα προσέχεις τα blogz, είναι αβυσσαλέα η πίκρα που κυκλοφορεί 'κει όξω.
Hi this is Virginia again; if you can remember I had been in a wicked mood that afternoon, and I going again, and I somehow
there’s lots more exciting treats in store for lady Virginia when she visits her other uncle who was busy taunting daddy just to see him squirm. This was the day after my second performance in
the barn, and after realizing that my dear sweet daddy had been happy to fuck an innocent young
girl. Even though he hadn’t realized it was his own daughter, it still meant he wasn’t the same
daddy that I had always loved and respected.
Anyway, I had left the drawing room, and was on my way to my bedroom (even though I didn’t live
here anymore, it was a large country manor house, and I still had a bedroom here), with daddy
following. He was catching up with me and by the time I reached the top of the stairs, he’d had
caught hold of my arm.
He swung me around, and said, “What’s got into you today? And who the hell told you about last
night’s shindig”? “Don’t you think we aught to wait till we get to my bedroom before we start talking about last
night? You never know if one of the servants might be listening somewhere”, I said as I pulled my
arm back and started walking again. Daddy followed, we arrived at my bedroom door, I unlocked it and we both went in, and I locked it
behind us.
“Right my girl, you’ve got some explaining to do”, he said in his typical authoritarian tone of
voice. “No daddy. I think this time its you who need to do some explaining, or I’ll be having a little
heart to heart with mummy, I’m sure you wouldn’t like that”, I said in the boldest voice I could
muster. “Heart to heart. About what? Who’s been telling you stories about last night? What ever you’ve
herd, it’s all a pack of lies”, he was getting agitated again. “Come come daddy, I thought you’d recognize the smell of my cunt, you were licking it for long
enough last night”, I could tell by the look on his face, he was beginning to realize the truth. “You mean that was you? Last night with all my friends, an.. and the horse”? He was having
difficulty saying the words.
“Yes daddy it was me. But I wasn’t doing it voluntarily. I was being blackmailed”, I snapped back. “Blackmailed! By who”? “You’re so call friend who organized the show”. I then went on to explain the events that had led up to last nights episode, as you will all know
about if you’ve read parts 1 & 2 of this saga ‘Lady Virginia’s Night to Remember’. “My dear if only I’d known. I would never have let last night happen to you”, he said sadly, with
a tear in his eye. “But that’s not the point daddy. You were happy to see some other poor innocent young girl getting
raped, and even rape her yourself. Just because you didn’t know it was you’re daughter doesn’t
make it right”, I scolded. “Yes dear I know. What can I say? I’m so sorry, and so ashamed. What can I do to make it right?
Please anything. Anything at all, just say it’s yours, I’ll do what ever it takes”, he was
begging.
“KNOCK KNOCK”, on my bedroom door. “Excuse me Miss Virginia, there are three gentlemen down stairs to see Milord”, it was the
butler’s voice from outside the door. I took a rapid guess that they would be some of last night’s revelers, come to re-live the
evening’s events, “Send then up here Parsons. Daddy will see them in my room”, I said before daddy
had chance to speak. “What did you do that for”? Daddy asked. “Do you really mean what you said that you would do anything for me”? “Yes of course”. “Anything? Without question or hesitation”? “Yes. Just say what”.
“I want you to see what you and your friends are really like when you get going. Here’s a piece of
paper, write in big words ‘Do you recognize this cunt? Anyone want second helpings?’ Under that
draw a big arrow pointing downwards, and pin the note on my back, to the waist of my skirt. Then
go and wait in my wardrobe with the door slightly ajar so you can see what’s going on. Don’t come
out for fifteen minutes. I think by then you’ll realize what animals you have for friends”. He looked at me in amazement, “but why”? “You said without question. Without hesitation”, I said firmly. He reluctantly wrote the note and pinned it to my skirt, I unlocked my door, went back to my bed
and kneeled over the side with my bum in the air, and waited. Daddy was in the wardrobe as
instructed.
“KNOCK KNOCK”, on my bedroom door. “Come on the doors open”, I shouted. I herd the door open and the foot steps approaching. They
stopped. Then they started again. “What the hells that”, the first man said. “Where the bloody hell did the dirty old bugger find her”, said one of the voices. My skirt was up
and the fingers were probing, and poking. In less than a minute the first prick was making an
entrance. “Oh shit, I’d better lock the door”, said one of the voices. The first man was getting into his stride, and I began to respond, soon the feelings were once
again welling up inside and I couldn’t help becoming an active participant.
He shot his load up my cunt, before I was ready, and I kept on thrashing up and down even after
he’d pulled out. One man had climbed on my bed and was laid upside down, prick sticking up like the Eiffel Tower,
“Come on get her on top of this”, he said. The hands helped me across, and I was soon riding up
and down, forcing the prick deep into my cunt. As expected I felt fingers probing my arse using
the slime from my cunt to lubricate it. Then up went another prick, deep into my arse. I lifted my
head slightly, and could see my daddy peeping from the wardrobe with his eyes all a glaze. I
managed to free one of my arms, and without any of the men realizing, I beckoned to daddy to come.
I held my mouth open and pointed inside and beckoned him to come. I kept repeating the gestures,
and before long, as with all men, his conscience gave up and the brain in his prick took over. The
wardrobe door opened, and daddy walked out.
“What the bloody hell were you hiding in there for”, said one of the men. Daddy didn’t answer, but
his zip was down, and his stiff prick was out and heading for my mouth. “Ah!” I nearly choked, as
he rammed it in my mouth, and deep into my throat. He was angry, partly with me for tempting him,
but I suspect also with himself for not being able to resist. He rammed mercilessly, and as the
man in my cunt shot his load it started off a chain reaction. His spunk was shooting deep in my
vagina, which started a spasmodic contraction. The man up my arse shot his bolt, and daddy pumped
his semen direct into my windpipe. I blacked out for a few seconds, and came round writing, and
jerking as if I was having a fit. All four men looked terrified, and were trying to get me to calm
down.
“KNOCK KNOCK”, on my bedroom door. “Is everything alright in there”, it was mummy’s voice. The men looked panic stricken. Then daddy spoke, “Yes dear. Virginia just got a plum stone stuck in her throat, but she’s alright
now”. The door handle turned, but the door didn’t open, “Why’s the door locked”? “Just Virginia playing games with her Uncle Charlie, she’s hidden the key somewhere, you know what
she’s like. She’ll never grow up. As soon as she gets her breath back we’ll be down”, daddy was
lying like a real pro. “Ok dear see you downstairs in a minute”, and mummy disappeared. “Bloody hell Harold, that was close. Hey! I’ve just realized that’s you’re Ginny, not the girl
from the barn”, I was now calming down and could recognize my uncle Charlie; one of daddy’s
hunting friends.
All of the men now realized who they’d been fucking, and they were all in a state of confusion. I sat up on the bed, “Well daddy now do you see what I mean”? “Well yes. But you were the one that led us on”, said daddy. “So if I told you to jump in front of a bus you’d do it would you? You knew it was me, but that
didn’t stop you fucking my brains out, did it. Can’t you see you’re all a load of perverts”? “Hang on Ginny”, said Uncle Charlie, “We didn’t know it was you, and you didn’t look like you were
being forced, in fact I got the feeling that you enjoyed it as much as us”. “Maybe I was once you’d got me worked up, but last night I was blackmailed into performing for you
lot, other wise there is no way I would have been there”, I protested.
“Look dear lets all calm down, get straightened up and go down to mummy, we can discuss this after
we’ve had a nice cup of tea”, said daddy. A nice cup of tea, the English answer to every problem.
We did as daddy said and we all got tidied up, and went down stairs to the drawing room where we
sat and drank tea, and biscuits with polite conversation. Mummy wanted to look down my throat; I don’t know what she was expecting to see. I was just hoping
she wouldn’t recognize the smell of daddy’s spunk down there. After tea daddy said, “Well I think us gentlemen will retire to my study for a brandy and a cigar.
We'll probably be discussing some hunt matters, if you care to join us Virginia”. “Ok daddy”, I said as I got up and followed them.
The door of daddy’s study was locked behind us, and daddy said, “Right Virginia. What are we going
to do about that bastard Morison and his sons? He’s not going to get away with raping my
daughter”. At this I re-told my original ordeal to daddy’s friends, and although they were all fired up and
angry about how I’d been tricked and blackmailed, the re-telling had got me aroused, and by the
bulges in the trousers of my audience, I knew they were as well. I seriously wanted another
fucking, but how to get them to make the first move. “Oh daddy have you got any cream in your first aid box”? I said, as innocently as I could. “Yes dear here’s some”, he said as he handed it to me, “Why have you got a sore”? I could see Uncle Charlie had a huge erection, so I passed him the cream, saying, “I still hurt,
where they thrashed me with those nettles. I slid down my chair, lifted up one of my legs onto
uncle’s shoulder, lifted up my skirt and pulled the gusset of my panties across to one side,
exposing my cunt. “Right deep into my lips, is where it's itching”. Uncle Charlie looked around at the others, put some cream on his first two fingers, and started
stroking, “Is that ok”? I lay back more sliding down the chair, which pushed his fingers into my hole, “Oh! Yes. Up there
uncle. More, go on push more please”. “Oh dam it. Come on get her on the couch, she wants it as much as we do”, said uncle.
I was soon stripped off and being fucked again, laid on top of Uncle Charlie who was up my cunt,
daddy was stuck up my arse, and one of the others was deep in my throat. This session lasted for a
least an hour, with each man cumming more than once. I had three good orgasms, and several minor
ones. After they’d all satisfied themselves, they were sorting themselves out, and I was laid
spread wide across the couch, dribbling from every orifice. Daddy’s dog, a big Doberman, had made
his way across to the couch, without attracting anyone’s attention. He was now licking the cum
that was running down my legs, as it dribbled from my cunt. I realized his tongue was getting
closer to my cunt with every lick. Several of the men had now noticed him, and were watching to
see what my reaction would be. I lay still and soon the tongue was lapping at the lips of my cunt.
I lifted with each caressing stroke, and now he was pushing the big fleshy pink tongue into my
cunt. It opened as if to say come in, and he lapped away, I was obeying his every command, and
reaching another monster climax. “OH! GOD. Ooooo yess yess yess Ooooo Yes”. My juices flowed
freely, and he drank them all down.
He was now climbing on top of me, “No boy. Down, boy. Daddy make him get down”, I pleaded. “That’s not fair. He’s just given you what you want, what about him”? Said Uncle Charlie. “Yes dear you’ve got him all worked up now, its only right that he gets chance to shoot his load”,
said daddy. “What. You want me to let him fuck me”? I asked. “It’s up to you. You could give him a blow job if you’d rather”, said daddy. “But daddy his prick is huge”, I pleaded. “Come on Virginia, after the way you took that horse. I don’t think old Boston’s got anything to
rival that big stallion you fucked”, said Uncle Charlie.
“Well ok. But if I let him have me, you’ve got to make sure he doesn’t get his knot up”, I said
reluctantly. “Why not”? Said Uncle Charlie. “Because once it’s in he can’t get any long strokes with his dick, and when he’s cum he’ll carry
me around like a rag doll stuck on his knot”. “If you relax and let your body take over, you might find it quite pleasurable. Most girls react
like you the first few times, I promise it’s an acquired taste. As for him carrying you around, as
soon as he’s cum, reach back with your hands, and caress his balls. He’ll get right back into his
stroke, and fuck you again. Let him have three or four fucks till his sack is empty, and he'll
slip out quick as a wink. Now come on Ginny get down on the floor and let poor old Boston have his
reward”, my uncle spoke with all the authority of a wise uncle.
I got in position on my hands and knees, and Boston mounted instantly, his prick jabbing around
looking for an entrance. It didn’t take him long to find my wet hole and push his long hard prick
right up till his knot rammed against the lips of my cunt. With each stroke I could feel his dick
swelling inside me, and each time his knot pushed against my cunt, it opened slightly more than
the last. I could tell the knot would soon be firmly secured inside me. I was right, as within
half a dozen more strokes, “Oh God. Uhh”, I let out and uncontrolled moan that signaled Boston’s
triumph. I tried to do as uncle suggested, and go with the flow, and to my surprise, although the
knot had stopped the prick from stroking long and hard, Boston’s pumping was now inflating and
contracting his shaft inside me. I was soon complementing his swellings with a simultaneous
contraction which was squeezing his prick. His pumping got more frantic, as did my contractions;
we were both getting this show on the road, much to the delight of our audience. I know I loved
every moment, and I’m sure Boston did to.
I could sense when he was about to cum, and my climax was building exactly right. Or could it have
been him that was sensing my climax, and timing his to coincide with me, I don’t know. But no
matter who did what, we both came together, and boy was it good. I was so shagged out, that I
would have fell to the floor, except that I was hanging from his knot. I lay suspended, in a daze,
when I realized that Boston was climbing off and I thought, ‘Oh no. He’s going to drag me around
the floor’. I remembered what uncle had said, and reached for his balls, using the juices that
were around my cunt area, I stroked and gently squeezed his balls. Uncle was right, Boston was
soon re-mounted, and we were off again. This procedure was repeated at least six times, each time
taking no longer than three or four minutes. After the sixth time, he had no sooner shot his bolt
before the knot slipped out without any effort. Boston walked back over to the fireside, lay down
and after licking his prick clean, was snoring within less than a minute.
I was warmly congratulated by all for my performance, and they all took great delight in helping
to clean me up. Daddy had a ready supply of wet wipes; cloths etc. that led me to believe that
this was not the first time that group sexual activity had taken place in his den. “Right, now we’ve all had a bit of fun, we’d better get our thinking caps on and decide how were
going to sort out this problem”, said daddy. “Well I recon an eye for an eye”, said Uncle Charlie. “I know someone who could find those
immigrants for us, and for a price we could get them to bugger the farmer and both his sons”. “What about the immigrants themselves. They could do with sorting”, said Major Green (one of
daddy’s friends who was master of the hounds, who up to now hadn’t said much).
“I have a medical friend who could make up a concoction that we could mix with a drink to knock
them all out cold for an hour. We can get them all lashed down, and we could use the dogs from the
hound pack to have a mass buggering. We could even video it to make sure we get back all Morison’s
copies of Ginny's little film”, uncle Charlie was really taking this seriously. The next hour was like planning a military campaign; they went through every gruesome detail of
the fate that they were going to bestow on my abusers. They even said they would get back the
video of the school art mistress, to free her from blackmail. Although all this seemed cruel and
sadistic, I felt glad that he was going to get what he deserved. The one thing that bothered me
was when daddy suggested that it might also be a good idea to show farmer Morison what it felt
like to see your daughter being raped. Jennifer Morison was apparently going to be eighteen in two
week’s time, according to uncle Charlie. I wasn’t sure whether this rape was to punish Mr.
Morison, or because they wanted an excuse to abuse another young girl. The plans were completed,
and we were all to meet at uncle Charlie’s house in three days time to check on what progress had
been made.
Three days passed, Uncle Charlie opened the door to his house and showed me in. He lived on his
own in a big old house, having only two servants to look after him. One was a twenty year old
cook, the other a nineteen year old general housekeeper/maid. Uncle Charlie walked me into his big
lounge, where daddy and all the other men from our last meeting at daddy’s house were all sitting
around drinking. There were three other men who I didn’t recognize, and uncle took me around and
introduced them all to me and me to them. One was a medical man, the other two were rough looking
characters, who I was informed were gipsies. The medical man was here to give advice on the knock
out potion, and the gipsies were going to find the whereabouts of the immigrant pack.
I sat down and the maid brought me a drink, she was wearing a very short dress, and as she bent
down to give me my drink the men opposite didn’t hide the fact that they could see her knickers.
She went around to each man that beckoned, and several times a hand would slide up her inside leg
and squeeze her crotch. She was obviously used to this behaviour, as she didn’t pull away or make
any form of protest. Uncle sat next to me and leaned across and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to let Jane (the maid)
and the cook have the night off so that we can discuss our plans in secret. Before they go, would
you mind if I get them to do a strip? If you want you can wait in my music room”. I thought for a
second, and then trying to make light of it I said, “No I don’t mind, I might as well stop here
and watch. I don’t expect they’ve got anything I haven’t seen before”.
“Right gentlemen”, said uncle loudly as he stood up, “Jane and Babs my two wonderful young ladies
are going to give us a little performance. Ok Jane would you like to give Babs a ring”. She pulled the cord at the side of the big fire place, and moments later a stunning blond was
entering the room. “Ok gents; put your hands together for my dancing domestics. Music Jane, and lets see what you can
do”. Jane turned on some loud pop music and both girls started dancing, not as though they were at a
disco, but lap dancing style, moving from man to man. I must admit they did look sexy, not that I
in any way fancied either of them, I’m not into that.
After about five minutes I was moving to the music whilst still sitting down, like we all do
without being aware of it. “Go on Ginny, get up and show them how it’s really done”, uncle whispered in my ear. “No don’t be silly, any way you said they were going to strip” “So what don’t tell me you’re shy”? “GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY.” Uncle was loudly calling and clapping. Soon there was
a chorus from what looked like all the men including daddy. Uncle put his hand under one arm, and
a man the other side did the same, and they encouraged me to my feet. Once I was up it seemed
silly not to join in, and I was soon dancing as sexily as the other two.
The dance gradually ended up as a sort of competition, each girl going a bit further than the
next. Within ten minutes we were all three naked, and starting to rub ourselves against the men.
The situation soon got out of control and Babs was the first to be pulled down onto the floor,
Jane and I soon followed. When the first man dropped his trousers, Jane shouted out, “HEY WE
DIDN’T SAY WE’D GO THAT FAR”. The music stopped. “OK GENTS. Enough’s enough. Let the girls get up now, they’ve been good
sports”, uncle Charlie ordered. To my surprise the man pulled his trousers back up, and we were
all helped up. I have to admit, I was more that a little disappointed, I was starting to get
worked up. All three of us got dressed, Uncle Charlie thanked his girls and said, “Ok you can get off out for
the night, I’ll see you both tomorrow”
When we heard the front door bang shut, Uncle Charlie who was standing by the stereo, looked over
to me, he had a wicked grin on his face. “Come on Ginny, show your favourite uncle a bit more of
your sexy dancing”, he started the music. I sat there not knowing whether to get up or not, and
then he started again, “GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY.” As before, calling and clapping
and as before the chorus joined in. I was helped to my feet, and slowly started; it seemed more
difficult without the other girls. I stopped, “I’m sorry. I can’t get going like this; it was alright with the other girls”. Uncle moved in close, and beckoned others to join, there were soon men all around me. Their hands
roamed all over my body, and we were soon dancing again. Now it all got
owns a safari park zoo on his country estate, and of course Morison’s daughter cant really get off
without a fucking, can s didn’t feel shy anymore. I was rubbing myself up and down anyone who wanted take part. They were
all on the floor, even dear old daddy. They all had stonking hard-ons', and I delighted in sliding
myself against them allowing there pricks to lift the hem of my short skirt, so the hard prick
could rub my crotch.
As I danced they were removing my clothes, and when I was naked, I was lowered to the floor. The
music changed to a soft romantic Ballard, and the first man to enter was daddy. They all cheered
as he pushed his prick right in deep, and I lifted my legs high and wrapped them around his waist. “Come on daddy fuck you’re little Virginia. Give me that lovely big prick”, I said, I was
determined I was going to enjoy this evening. “Hey Harold, if you want her cunt, get on your back, so I can have her arse”, said Uncle Charlie,
as he pulled at daddy’s shoulder. After a couple more strokes, daddy reluctantly pulled out, and got up. “You get on the floor, I’ll
have her arse”, said daddy to Charlie. The two of them got there rhythm going, arse, cunt, arse,
cunt, and I was just settling down when a prick was presented at my mouth. I opened up, and in it
went, soon making its way into my throat. I developed my breathing to coincide with the pumping,
and this was how I spent the next two hours, one man after another fucking away.
When they all spunked in every hole they could find, I was left lying on the rug in front of the
fire, while they all discussed the downfall of the Morison family. Yes they had now included Mrs.
Morrison on there hit list, she was to be fucked by Iceberg (the stallion). There discussions and plans were coming to an end, and I was still laid on the floor. I lay with
my legs wide open, and I knew they all kept taking a look. It somehow felt nice to be craved by so
many men. “Right well I think that’s the night business over. How are you now Ginny”? Said uncle. “Ok. Why. What wicked plan have you got for me now”? “It’s only an idea. If you don’t fancy it, or you can’t take anymore fucking yet, I’ll understand” “Go on, what or who do you want me to fuck now”?
“Morison isn’t the only one with a stallion”, he said. “What you don’t mean Thunder”? “Why not? He’s a thoroughbred, and you’re from royal stock, I’m sure daddy won't mind”. Why I was more worried about the cold temperature outside, than I was about a full-size stallion
up my cunt, I don’t know, but my answer even surprised me. “Won’t it be cold out there in the
stable”? “If that’s all your worried about, I’ll bring him in here”. “No I didn’t mean that”. “Well are we going to see you fuck him or not. These gentlemen are risking a lot to get you’re
revenge for you. I’m sure you’ve got cravings in your cunt for a prick that can reach inside your
belly button, and a little show would demonstrate how much you appreciate there help.
“Ok. But where are you going to tether him to”. “Tether? Why do we need to tether him”? “Because his prick would damage me”. “Don’t be silly. You’re a big girl now. We don’t want one of these staged shows like you gave at
Morison’s. We want this to be natural, you bending forward, the horse mounting you. And you,
standing your ground, until you can’t take anymore”. “I don’t think I could do that, I’d rather you tethered him to make sure I don’t get too much” “I sorry Ginny, but nobody going to tether my horse, that’s a thoroughbred stallion, and I don’t
want him getting hurt. Now do you want him bringing in? Or should I ask your daddy if he thinks
you’ve been a naughty girl? Because you know that naughty girls have there bottoms smacked. And
I’m sure all these men will be disappointed, and will want to take out their disappointment on
your bottom with my horse whip. What do you think Harold”?
They were supposed to be planning to punish people for abusing me, and now here was my uncle and
daddy, threatening even worse abuse, than that I had already been subjected to. “Daddy please,
I’ll take the horse, but please make him tether it”. “Don’t be a silly girl Virginia; you know we wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You’ll love it,
once you get going, I never seen any girl as small as you fuck a horse like you do. You’re a
natural at it. Be a good girl, and put this uniform on”, daddy was holding up a St Winifred’s
school uniform, like the one they raped me in at the farm. I knew I was going to have to fuck the horse, so I got up and put on the uniform. By the time I
was dressed, the horse was being led into the room.
His prick was out of its sheath, and had been lubricated, it hung down to the floor, and steam was
radiating from it. I had on the uniform, with short skirt, no knickers; I was led to the edge of
the dining table, and told to lean forward, putting both hands on the table. The horse was
sniffing my crotch, and his long tongue licked across my cunt. I glanced back and could see there
were men playing with his prick, when suddenly, “WATCH OUT”, someone shouted, as he rose high in
the air, and his hooves landed on the table either side of me. His first lung sent his prick up my
back, he drew back and lunged again, this time smacking my arse and sliding once again up my back. “This time”, someone shouted. It smacked my cunt, and slipped under me, there were groans of
disappointment from the onlookers. “Come on Thunder. Make this a good’n.” I recognised Uncle Charlie’s voice.
I don’t think Thunder understood, but, anyway this was a good’n. It smacked against my cunt,
buckled slightly, then the cunt stretched, and it was on its way up. “Shreeeeeeeeek. God fucking help me. Oh NO”, the pain was unbearable. It didn’t stop going up till
it hit my cervix, at which point I was lifted from the floor, and rammed against the edge of the
table. He withdrew, and in again, smack on my cervix, and my legs were rammed against the table
again. I cried out, and screamed for all I was worth, my belly was inflated, my cervix was being
demolished, and the table edge was cutting into my legs. Someone shouted, “MOVE THE TABLE, HE’S GOING TO SPLIT HER IN TWO”. The table was dragged along,
but the stallion just shoved me with it. He was now getting into his stride, and I was screaming
less, even though it was still hurting. “See she’s getting the hang of it now”, uncle’s voice again. The horse was still banging me up against the table, and still getting full depth, but, in truth
uncle was right, I was getting used to it. My belly was no longer feeling over inflated, and the
thrusting prick was stirring the same feeling that Iceberg had got going before. The pain as he
slapped my cervix, was subsiding, it was only my legs being rammed against the table that stopped
me getting into the swing.
I struggled to make contact with anyone that could hear me, “Get me. Ah. Get Me Oh God. A Cushion.
Ah My Legs Oh God”, someone had realized what I was trying to say and men from either side were
attempting to get cushions in-between me and the table on each of the back strokes.
The pain in my legs was now numbing and I was being humped like never before, when the horse prick
exploded like an old fashioned ships canon, shooting his spunk up my cunt, his prick flying out
backwards like the re-coil action, and then it kept on shooting spunk everywhere. The horse got
down, and stomped around the room, I lay still totally exhausted. I hadn’t cum, but I thought my
ordeal was over. I was just about to try and stand, when the hooves landed once again on the
table. His first thrust missed, too high, second thrust too high again, third time lucky, for
Thunder, that is. He didn’t seem quite as violent this time, or maybe I was getting used to it,
anyway, this time the feelings that had started welling up inside, were really being brought to
the boil, and when he shot his load I was ecstatic. He pulled out continuing to squirt spunk
everywhere; I slid from the table and lay on the floor, under the shooting prick. I was covered
from head to toe, and I lay there writing about.
Needless to say this performance had got them all aroused again, and they were too impatient to
even wait until I had stopped cumming. I was lifted up, turned over, laid face down and someone
was immediately fucking my arse. I think it was daddy, but I can’t be sure. They must have all
took turns, but all I can remember is just a procession of pricks, one after another endlessly
pumping spunk into my arse. And my lower intestine was filling up, making me feel bloated, as
though I needed the toilet. When they had all been satisfied, I was helped up to my feet. I stood
there with spunk running down my legs as it flowed from my arse, they were all making crude
comments even daddy. The evening broke up and everyone started to leave.
Uncle said if I didn’t feel like driving home I could spend the night at his place, so I agreed.
Then Daddy also decided it was a bit late for him, so he said he would stay as well. They walked
me into the bedroom, and I might have known, we all three spent the night together. I don’t know
how many times they fucked me, because I fell asleep. I was woken in the morning by daddy fucking
away at my arse, I don’t know where he gets his energy from, but I know where he shoots most of
it. Up my arse! But I suppose he is my daddy, and I can’t help loving him. Uncle Charlie seems to
like my cunt best, but I’m sure he’s the most perverted out of the two.
When we got up before we'd had breakfast, uncle took me for an early morning stroll in the
gardens, the sun was out, and it was a pleasant morning. We walked through the rose gardens, and
as we were crossing one of the lawns we approached two of his gardeners who were tending a flower
bed. As we were alongside them, he tripped me over. Whilst I was scrambling around on all fours,
he lifted up the back of my skirt, and pulled down my panties. I thought he was just showing me
off to the gardeners, for a perverted laugh, so I didn’t put up a struggle; I just kept still so
they could get a good look. Next second I felt the paws of one of his dogs on my back, and uncle
held me firmly while the animal mounted. He kept a tight hold while the dog jabbed away looking
for my cunt, and made sure I couldn’t get up until he could tell I was firmly knotted to his dog.
He then released me and left me there in the garden while he went in for breakfast.
As soon as he’d gone the gardeners gathered around, by now there were four of them, one had a
bucket of ice cold water which he threw at the dog's ramming prick. It sent a freezing cold
shudder right through my body, the frightened dog turned, and pulled to get himself free. His knot
pulled out with a loud, “Flop”, as he scampered away, at the same time I let out a scream, as it
seemed I’d been torn open by his knot. But at least they’d saved me from the dog, I thought.
Within seconds I was being rolled over on my back, my legs pulled open, and I could now see the
huge prick the gardener was going to plant in me. Boy did he sow his seeds deep; he fucked like he
hadn’t had a fuck for ages, and his spunk kept coming for ever. It goes without saying that they
all had a good fuck, but when they’d finished, instead of letting me get up the bastards
re-positioned me, and held me while the dog got mounted again. Daddy and uncle came out after
they’d had their breakfast, and Uncle Charlie said, “You’re not still fucking that poor dog are
you, you’ll wear him out”!
When the dog was finished with me they helped me back to the house to get cleaned up. I went home
and waited for daddy to contact me, to tell me how the arrangements were going. A week went by,
and daddy arrived at my house, without any warning. This was unusual, as he had never visited
before without mummy, but this time he was with Uncle Charlie. My husband had answered the door, and invited them in. “It's your dad and Uncle Charlie”, he said
as he came in the room. Daddy came across and we kissed and greeted each other as usual, then Uncle Charlie did the same.
But Uncle Charlie used the opportunity to push his tongue down my throat, and slipped a hand up my
skirt, squeezing my crotch. “Bloody hell Charlie, don’t make a meal of her, she’s a married woman now you know”, said my
husband jokingly. From where he was standing, he couldn’t see Charlie’s hand up my skirt, or tell
he had his tongue down my throat. “Take no notice, them pair are always larking about”, said daddy with a laugh.
“Well to what do we owe this pleasure? We don’t usually get a visit from you pair”, said Bob. “There’s a point to point meeting in a few weeks time, and we’ve found a stallion that we think we
could enter Virginia with”, said daddy. “Oh well if you’ve come to talk horses, I’ll leave you to it”. Uncle Charlie had now put me down, and he turned to Bob and said, “Well actually we wanted to take
Ginny to see the animal; we won’t be more than a couple of hours”. I didn’t know what was going on, and they obviously couldn’t tell me in front of Bob, so I just
went along with them. “What kind of stallion is it Charlie”? I asked. “A big grey hunter, with lots of spirit. He’ll go like the wind with you riding him”, he said. “Are you coming with us for the ride Bob?” I asked. “No chance. I’ll go down the local and have a few beers with the lads. See you when you get back”.
As we left the house I asked Uncle Charlie if we were really going to see a horse. “No don’t be silly that was just an excuse to get you out of the house”, he said. “Well have you some news about our little plan then”? “No.” “Well what did you need to see me for”? I asked. “I’ll give you one guess Ginny, and the bulge in my pants is a clue”. “Uncle Charlie! You don’t mean you came round and dragged me out so you could. You know?” “That’s exactly what I do mean. I’ve got a pair of bollocks that are full to exploding. Me and
your daddy thought that you wouldn’t mind having a top-up by now. I’ll bet you haven’t had any
spunk up your arse since last week. You must be getting randy by now”? “Well I can’t believe your cheek, your lucky I don’t report the pair of you for rape, after last
weekend”. “Don’t be silly, you loved every minute, and anyway I know from the squeeze I was giving you a
minute ago, that your cunts already wet . So don’t pretend you don’t want it”.
We had all got into daddy's Range Rover and he drove off down the road, within a hundred yards he
turned into a farm gateway and pulled into the field. “Your not going to fuck me out here are you”? Daddy turned round from the drivers seat, and looking back at uncle and I said, “No don’t be
silly, were just waiting for Bob to go off to the pub, and then we’ll go back to your place. It’ll
be nice to fuck you in your own bed”. “Daddy! You don’t care do you”? “What do you mean”? “Well. It’s bad enough fucking your own daughter, but wanting to do it in my marital bed, when
you’ve sent my husband down the pub.” “There he goes. Right lets not waist any time, I can’t wait to get that cunt of yours wrapped
around my prick”, said daddy as he pulled back onto the road, and sped towards my house.
They didn’t waist any time, hands all over me as soon as we got in the door, by the time I’d
reached the bedroom I was naked. Daddy was soon stripped and on his back waiting, I mounted, and
waited for Charlie to get stuck up before I got going. His fingers were poking my cunt alongside
daddy’s prick; he was getting some juice to lubricate my arse. When he’d managed to work a couple
of fingers up my arse, he started pushing with his prick until I felt his balls slapping my bum.
We all three set in motion, and I was soon drifting on cloud nine. Talk about happy families, the
first fuck lasted only about five or ten minutes, but we managed to cum together. Next fuck daddy
wanted to use my mouth, and uncle wanted my cunt. This time daddy came first, and me and uncle
came together after about twenty minutes.
Now uncle said, “how about taking both of us up your cunt at the same time”? “Ok, but take it easy, till I see what its like”. Uncle lay on the bed on his back, I lay on top of him on my back; he slid me down till his prick
was right up. Daddy got on top facing me, and pushed his knob end at my clit, rubbing it up and
down. On one of the down strokes, as his prick came into contact with uncle’s prick, daddy gave a
massive push, my cunt opened, and he was in. Once he had pushed it right up, they both had hold of
me and were lifting me up and down giving nice slow long strokes. I soon got turned on and by
wrapping my arms around daddy was able to take my own weight, and pump myself up and down to make
sure I got the full length. I had my tongue down daddy’s throat, I felt like I was in heaven
(although I’m not sure god lets his angels fuck like this). Once again we had a simultaneous
orgasm, and they both left their pricks in to soak, until they melted and slid out.
We lay on the bed all three of us were fucked out, but I knew within minutes, one of them pricks
would be stirring again. We lay there silent, and suddenly realized there was a car coming up the
gravel drive outside. I shot out of bed, ran to the window, “Come on you two, it’s Bob”. We all rushed around getting dressed, and I was trying to clear as much spunk as possible out of
my cunt and around my arse. I slipped on my panties, and was straightening the bed when I heard
the front door. Bob walked straight through to the lounge, obviously expecting to find us there,
because daddy’s Range Rover was parked in the drive. When he didn’t find us he came out of the
lounge, and shouted, “GINNY. GINNY WHERE ARE YOU”? I went out onto the landing, “Were up here, I’m just showing daddy some of my old rosettes from my
gymkhana days (this is a junior form of horse jumping). We’ll be down in a minute”. We quickly
made ourselves presentable, and made our way down stairs.
We all walked into the lounge, and I headed for the drinks cupboard, uncle followed me. “You weren’t down the pub long”, said daddy. “No. None of the lads were there; they must have all gone into town. I had a quick pint and left.
Anyway, what about you three, I thought you said you were going to be a couple of hours”? “Yes, but I got a call on my cell phone while we were on the way over there, to say the horses
owner had been taken ill, so we’ll have to make it another night. Now while this conversation was
going on, I’d got myself a drink, and walked over to the back of our settee. I was standing there
leaning forward over the back of it, with a drink in my hand. Uncle had pored three drinks given
one each to daddy and Bob, and came and stood behind me. I saw him lean forward and put his drink
on the table at the side of the settee, and return to standing directly behind me. Hidden by the
settee back, he now proceeded to push his hands up the back of my skirt, into my panties, and was
fingering me. The conversation was going on between all of us including uncle, and Bob didn’t
suspect a thing. I was struggling to keep still as he probed and stroked my cunt and clit.
Bob said he needed to go for a pee, and as soon as he left the room, uncle pulled down my panties. “What are you doing? He’ll be back in a minute”, I said. He didn’t answer, just put my panties in his pocket, lifted the back of my skirt, and his flies
must have been undone, because he pushed his prick up my arse. Bob returned, and uncle was
standing directly behind me, one hand on the settee back the other with a drink, and his prick
deep up my arse.
“Why don’t you pair come and sit down, you don’t look comfortable standing there”, said Bob
looking at uncle and I. “I prefer standing when I’m getting stuck in with a drink. And your little wife’s bum makes a nice
cushion”, said uncle. “It’s a good job that you’re her uncle, if anyone else got that friendly with her, I’d soon sort
them out”, said Bob trying to sound macho. Uncle stood there, and gave me a pelvic thrust, pushing it up higher, and lifting me slightly, so
I almost lost my balance. I then felt the warm spunk shooting from his prick, he’d cum just by being stuck up there, without
any pumping, having Bob in the room had really turned him on. Soon the prick shrank and slipped
out, uncle turned so he was facing away from Bob, and walked towards the drinks cabinet. While
putting his glass back, he used the opportunity to put his prick away. Once decent again, he said,
“Come Harold, we‘d better be getting home. See you soon Ginny, we’ll have to do that again next
week”.
This story was supposed to be about me getting revenge on the bastards who’d raped me, but so far,
I had only succeeded in getting even more abused. The truth was that I must be what is commonly
known as a slut, because I like fucking, and the more weird the situation the more of a kick I get
from it. Judging from the behaviour of both daddy and Uncle Charlie, it must be a family trait,
perhaps all the British aristocracy are a collection of perverts.
Anyway, three days later I got a call from daddy to say that they’d found the immigrant gang, and
come to a financial arrangement with them. He said they would be having a meeting tonight at Uncle
Charlie’s, with the same people present, to discuss the final details of the operation. He said I
didn’t need to be there, but if I felt up to it, it would be a nice gesture of appreciation for
the effort that these people were taking on my behalf. I knew at the back of my mind that I’d end
up being mass fucked again, but I still said I’d meet him there at 7:00 pm.
When I arrived they were all in uncle’s lounge, waiting for me, and strait away they started
discussing the details of the night of the revenge. The plan was to dupe Mr Morrison and his sons
into arriving at there own barn, the one they’d raped me in. Then the same immigrants that had
raped me, who had now been bribed to do our bidding, would tie the Morrison’s' to trestles that
had be specially made for the event, and gang rape all three of them. The drinks that had been
provided for the immigrants, were drugged, and they would all be asleep within an hour. At this
point we had hired people to tie the immigrants to more of the same sort of trestles, and the dogs
from the local hunt pack would be brought in, aroused, and let loose on each immigrant as soon as
he woke up. This is when Daddy and Uncle Charlie would make them selves known, and explain to the
victims why this retribution was being dished out.
They would tell Morison that the video they had just filmed would be made public unless all copies
of the videos of both me and the lady from the school were returned. At this point Mrs Morison was
to be lashed onto a trestle in one of the stalls, and iceberg was to be brought in and let loose,
just to prove they meant business. They would then bring in the birthday girl, his daughter, and
strip her. At this point they would stop, saying if the videos weren’t returned within a week,
they would complete the daughter’s fate.
After all the detailed planning was completed, I once again was asked to give a little performance
for the assembled guests. It followed much the same course as last time, starting with me dancing
around the room being stripped by each man as I danced in front of them. Once stripped, they
fucked me two or three at a time, using cunt, arse and mouth all at the same time, sometimes using
my cunt for two pricks at once. As usual, even though I was out numbered seven to one, they were
all fucked out, but I was still up for more. Someone suggested the stallion again, but I declined
the offer, because I had been badly bruised last time. They were disappointed at this decision, so
I said I would take Uncle’s dogs instead. He had three big Dobermans; it was one of these dogs
that had fucked me in uncle’s garden last time I was here. This idea was greeted with lots of
enthusiasm from all, especially the dogs, once they realized what was in store for them. I was
mounted and fucked by each dog, and each time they finished, I had to keep re-exciting them to get
them re-fucking until I’d fucked their balls dry. One of the horny bastards gave me eight fucks in
a row, before he’d had enough. Needless to say, this display re-awakened the men’s interest, and I
had one last session, but it was only a short one.
The fateful day of the retribution came and went, the next day uncle phoned to say the Morrison’s
had been dealt with, and the whole evening was a complete success, all videos returned. He asked
if I could be at his house for 7:00 pm for a celebration party, and once again, I knew at the back
of my mind that I’d end up being mass fucked again, but I still said I’d meet him there at 7:00
pm. When I arrived i found the same group were there, and they started to tell me about what had
happened to Mr. Morrison and his sons, but I said I wasn’t interested in male rape. So they just
assured me that all the male perpetrators of my misfortune had been punished. I said I was however
interested in what had happened with Mrs. Morrison and the horse, so I got a detailed description
of her screaming at first, and later moaning with pleasure. The daughter had as planned, been
stripped, but not fucked. They said Morrison had brought around five copies of the video of me
with his horse, and ten of the school mistress.
When I said I couldn’t wait to burn them, uncle said he’d thought he would offer each of the
guests here a copy apiece for their help. I agreed, and uncle said I’ll have a couple more copies
of your video made, so we can all have one each. “Surely you and daddy don’t want the one with me on?” I asked. “You must be joking”, said uncle, “I’ll wank myself silly to that”. I thought to myself, he’s a horny old sod, and my dad is just as bad. Uncle asked if I’d mind if
they watched the video of the school mistress, I said I didn’t, and we all sat around the big
projector screen telly watching. The video had been taken outdoors, covertly, so there were no
close up detailed views. It showed the lady (the school mistress) and a man (my uncle Charlie!)
stripping off there hunting clothes, and getting down to fuck, their horses were tied to nearby
trees. While they were fucking, you could clearly see the prick on the stallion in the background
growing, as it watched, or smelled the fucking. When my uncle gets up from the lady, she is still
hot, and obviously not yet satisfied. Uncle helps her up and leads her to his horse, bends her
down, and manoeuvres her backwards under the horse, lifting the prick into position. The horse
enters her, and uncle holds her by the shoulders, allowing the horse to push his member home. The
fuck last only about two minutes, and ends with the prick blasting out shooting everywhere.
This video certainly had me turned on, and as soon as it stopped the men in the room proved it had
done the same to them. The evening continued as you might expect, with me getting fucked. But I
think that’s enough for now. Once again if the voting for this story shows you want more, then he?
One night, when my wife Joy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I played with her clit, she asked me about my buddies, the guys I played basketball with. They always make a big deal about her breasts whenever she comes to the games, or goes out with us afterward for beers. They tease her unmercifully.
ξέχασα να σου πω ότι σε ένα φόρουμ που συμμετείχα πριν κάποια χρόνια, συνάντησα και άλλον ένα ψυχοπαθή σαν τον nobody, που γέμιζε τα ποστς με χιλιόμετρα από κόπυ πέηστ.
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Τα σκουριασμένα χείλη, είναι ένα από τα cd που έχω λιώσει, Manifesto. Nα υποθέσω ότι θα ακολουθήσουν κι άλλα τραγούδια από το ίδιο;
"στα σκοτεινά με την κουβέρτα κουκουλώσου,
το ξέρεις είμ' ο άνθρωπός σου
...
το ξέρεις πως σε κουμαντάρω"
...και απορώ, το πρόσωπό σου δεν μπορώ να θυμηθώ
και θέλω όλα αυτά τα βράδια
να σ' αγαπήσω πάλι απ' την αρχή, μωρό μου
μα δεν έχω άλλη αντοχή
"σπάζοντας το φράγμα του έρωτά σου και του ήχου
επάνω μου συντρίβεσαι και στα μπετά του τοίχου"
Οι στίχοι του τζετ, νομίζω ότι είναι οι πιο σεξουαλικοί της ελληνικής δισκογραφίας. Στα μεγάλα ντουζένια του τότε ο Κραουνάκης, έδεσε ταμάμ με τον Τριπολίτη και βρήκε την ιδανική ερμηνεύτρια.
Είσαι σκέτο παρακράτος, Manifesto, που μας θυμίζεις τέτοια πράγματα μεσημεριάτικα.
;-)
exw vare8ei na akouw ton manifesto na klaigetai
ΠΟυ είσαι άνθρωπε; Χάθηκες!
Ταξιδάκι;
:)
τα Σκουριασμένα Χείλη artois είναι ένας δίσκος πάνω στον οποίο έχω λιώσει πολλές φορές
νομίζω πως είναι ένας από τους 10 καλύτερους ελληνικούς δίσκους όλων των εποχών
οι στίχοι του Τριπολίτη αξεπέραστη, η μουσική του Κραουνάκη καταπληκτική και η Βίκυ συγκλονιστική
"τη ζωή μου άνοιξες και μπήκες"
"έτσι κι αλλιώς σε ξέρουνε δυο τρία άτομα"
"πως έγινε και δεν μ ενδιαφέρει
σε ποιες αγάπες την αγάπη μου σκορπάς"
κλπ κλπ
les boi ΔΕΝ μ έχεις ακούσει να κλαίγομαι
μανταλένα ήμουν αρρωστάκι ρε συ
χτύπησα 42 :)
"42"?
Μετά τα 31 καίγεσαι, λέμε! (στον πυρετό)
Περαστικά - τι κόλπο είναι αυτό; Μήπως διάβασες τίποτε και σου ανέβηκε το αίμα στο κεφάλι;
Να τα προσέχεις τα blogz, είναι αβυσσαλέα η πίκρα που κυκλοφορεί 'κει όξω.
Hi this is Virginia again; if you can remember I had been in a wicked mood that afternoon, and I
going again, and I somehow
there’s lots more exciting treats in store for lady Virginia when she visits her other uncle who
was busy taunting daddy just to see him squirm. This was the day after my second performance in
the barn, and after realizing that my dear sweet daddy had been happy to fuck an innocent young
girl. Even though he hadn’t realized it was his own daughter, it still meant he wasn’t the same
daddy that I had always loved and respected.
Anyway, I had left the drawing room, and was on my way to my bedroom (even though I didn’t live
here anymore, it was a large country manor house, and I still had a bedroom here), with daddy
following. He was catching up with me and by the time I reached the top of the stairs, he’d had
caught hold of my arm.
He swung me around, and said, “What’s got into you today? And who the hell told you about last
night’s shindig”?
“Don’t you think we aught to wait till we get to my bedroom before we start talking about last
night? You never know if one of the servants might be listening somewhere”, I said as I pulled my
arm back and started walking again.
Daddy followed, we arrived at my bedroom door, I unlocked it and we both went in, and I locked it
behind us.
“Right my girl, you’ve got some explaining to do”, he said in his typical authoritarian tone of
voice.
“No daddy. I think this time its you who need to do some explaining, or I’ll be having a little
heart to heart with mummy, I’m sure you wouldn’t like that”, I said in the boldest voice I could
muster.
“Heart to heart. About what? Who’s been telling you stories about last night? What ever you’ve
herd, it’s all a pack of lies”, he was getting agitated again.
“Come come daddy, I thought you’d recognize the smell of my cunt, you were licking it for long
enough last night”, I could tell by the look on his face, he was beginning to realize the truth.
“You mean that was you? Last night with all my friends, an.. and the horse”? He was having
difficulty saying the words.
“Yes daddy it was me. But I wasn’t doing it voluntarily. I was being blackmailed”, I snapped back.
“Blackmailed! By who”?
“You’re so call friend who organized the show”.
I then went on to explain the events that had led up to last nights episode, as you will all know
about if you’ve read parts 1 & 2 of this saga ‘Lady Virginia’s Night to Remember’.
“My dear if only I’d known. I would never have let last night happen to you”, he said sadly, with
a tear in his eye.
“But that’s not the point daddy. You were happy to see some other poor innocent young girl getting
raped, and even rape her yourself. Just because you didn’t know it was you’re daughter doesn’t
make it right”, I scolded.
“Yes dear I know. What can I say? I’m so sorry, and so ashamed. What can I do to make it right?
Please anything. Anything at all, just say it’s yours, I’ll do what ever it takes”, he was
begging.
“KNOCK KNOCK”, on my bedroom door.
“Excuse me Miss Virginia, there are three gentlemen down stairs to see Milord”, it was the
butler’s voice from outside the door.
I took a rapid guess that they would be some of last night’s revelers, come to re-live the
evening’s events, “Send then up here Parsons. Daddy will see them in my room”, I said before daddy
had chance to speak.
“What did you do that for”? Daddy asked.
“Do you really mean what you said that you would do anything for me”?
“Yes of course”.
“Anything? Without question or hesitation”?
“Yes. Just say what”.
“I want you to see what you and your friends are really like when you get going. Here’s a piece of
paper, write in big words ‘Do you recognize this cunt? Anyone want second helpings?’ Under that
draw a big arrow pointing downwards, and pin the note on my back, to the waist of my skirt. Then
go and wait in my wardrobe with the door slightly ajar so you can see what’s going on. Don’t come
out for fifteen minutes. I think by then you’ll realize what animals you have for friends”.
He looked at me in amazement, “but why”?
“You said without question. Without hesitation”, I said firmly.
He reluctantly wrote the note and pinned it to my skirt, I unlocked my door, went back to my bed
and kneeled over the side with my bum in the air, and waited. Daddy was in the wardrobe as
instructed.
“KNOCK KNOCK”, on my bedroom door.
“Come on the doors open”, I shouted. I herd the door open and the foot steps approaching. They
stopped. Then they started again.
“What the hells that”, the first man said.
“Where the bloody hell did the dirty old bugger find her”, said one of the voices. My skirt was up
and the fingers were probing, and poking. In less than a minute the first prick was making an
entrance.
“Oh shit, I’d better lock the door”, said one of the voices.
The first man was getting into his stride, and I began to respond, soon the feelings were once
again welling up inside and I couldn’t help becoming an active participant.
He shot his load up my cunt, before I was ready, and I kept on thrashing up and down even after
he’d pulled out.
One man had climbed on my bed and was laid upside down, prick sticking up like the Eiffel Tower,
“Come on get her on top of this”, he said. The hands helped me across, and I was soon riding up
and down, forcing the prick deep into my cunt. As expected I felt fingers probing my arse using
the slime from my cunt to lubricate it. Then up went another prick, deep into my arse. I lifted my
head slightly, and could see my daddy peeping from the wardrobe with his eyes all a glaze. I
managed to free one of my arms, and without any of the men realizing, I beckoned to daddy to come.
I held my mouth open and pointed inside and beckoned him to come. I kept repeating the gestures,
and before long, as with all men, his conscience gave up and the brain in his prick took over. The
wardrobe door opened, and daddy walked out.
“What the bloody hell were you hiding in there for”, said one of the men. Daddy didn’t answer, but
his zip was down, and his stiff prick was out and heading for my mouth. “Ah!” I nearly choked, as
he rammed it in my mouth, and deep into my throat. He was angry, partly with me for tempting him,
but I suspect also with himself for not being able to resist. He rammed mercilessly, and as the
man in my cunt shot his load it started off a chain reaction. His spunk was shooting deep in my
vagina, which started a spasmodic contraction. The man up my arse shot his bolt, and daddy pumped
his semen direct into my windpipe. I blacked out for a few seconds, and came round writing, and
jerking as if I was having a fit. All four men looked terrified, and were trying to get me to calm
down.
“KNOCK KNOCK”, on my bedroom door.
“Is everything alright in there”, it was mummy’s voice. The men looked panic stricken.
Then daddy spoke, “Yes dear. Virginia just got a plum stone stuck in her throat, but she’s alright
now”.
The door handle turned, but the door didn’t open, “Why’s the door locked”?
“Just Virginia playing games with her Uncle Charlie, she’s hidden the key somewhere, you know what
she’s like. She’ll never grow up. As soon as she gets her breath back we’ll be down”, daddy was
lying like a real pro.
“Ok dear see you downstairs in a minute”, and mummy disappeared.
“Bloody hell Harold, that was close. Hey! I’ve just realized that’s you’re Ginny, not the girl
from the barn”, I was now calming down and could recognize my uncle Charlie; one of daddy’s
hunting friends.
All of the men now realized who they’d been fucking, and they were all in a state of confusion.
I sat up on the bed, “Well daddy now do you see what I mean”?
“Well yes. But you were the one that led us on”, said daddy.
“So if I told you to jump in front of a bus you’d do it would you? You knew it was me, but that
didn’t stop you fucking my brains out, did it. Can’t you see you’re all a load of perverts”?
“Hang on Ginny”, said Uncle Charlie, “We didn’t know it was you, and you didn’t look like you were
being forced, in fact I got the feeling that you enjoyed it as much as us”.
“Maybe I was once you’d got me worked up, but last night I was blackmailed into performing for you
lot, other wise there is no way I would have been there”, I protested.
“Look dear lets all calm down, get straightened up and go down to mummy, we can discuss this after
we’ve had a nice cup of tea”, said daddy. A nice cup of tea, the English answer to every problem.
We did as daddy said and we all got tidied up, and went down stairs to the drawing room where we
sat and drank tea, and biscuits with polite conversation.
Mummy wanted to look down my throat; I don’t know what she was expecting to see. I was just hoping
she wouldn’t recognize the smell of daddy’s spunk down there.
After tea daddy said, “Well I think us gentlemen will retire to my study for a brandy and a cigar.
We'll probably be discussing some hunt matters, if you care to join us Virginia”.
“Ok daddy”, I said as I got up and followed them.
The door of daddy’s study was locked behind us, and daddy said, “Right Virginia. What are we going
to do about that bastard Morison and his sons? He’s not going to get away with raping my
daughter”.
At this I re-told my original ordeal to daddy’s friends, and although they were all fired up and
angry about how I’d been tricked and blackmailed, the re-telling had got me aroused, and by the
bulges in the trousers of my audience, I knew they were as well. I seriously wanted another
fucking, but how to get them to make the first move.
“Oh daddy have you got any cream in your first aid box”? I said, as innocently as I could.
“Yes dear here’s some”, he said as he handed it to me, “Why have you got a sore”?
I could see Uncle Charlie had a huge erection, so I passed him the cream, saying, “I still hurt,
where they thrashed me with those nettles. I slid down my chair, lifted up one of my legs onto
uncle’s shoulder, lifted up my skirt and pulled the gusset of my panties across to one side,
exposing my cunt. “Right deep into my lips, is where it's itching”.
Uncle Charlie looked around at the others, put some cream on his first two fingers, and started
stroking, “Is that ok”?
I lay back more sliding down the chair, which pushed his fingers into my hole, “Oh! Yes. Up there
uncle. More, go on push more please”.
“Oh dam it. Come on get her on the couch, she wants it as much as we do”, said uncle.
I was soon stripped off and being fucked again, laid on top of Uncle Charlie who was up my cunt,
daddy was stuck up my arse, and one of the others was deep in my throat. This session lasted for a
least an hour, with each man cumming more than once. I had three good orgasms, and several minor
ones. After they’d all satisfied themselves, they were sorting themselves out, and I was laid
spread wide across the couch, dribbling from every orifice. Daddy’s dog, a big Doberman, had made
his way across to the couch, without attracting anyone’s attention. He was now licking the cum
that was running down my legs, as it dribbled from my cunt. I realized his tongue was getting
closer to my cunt with every lick. Several of the men had now noticed him, and were watching to
see what my reaction would be. I lay still and soon the tongue was lapping at the lips of my cunt.
I lifted with each caressing stroke, and now he was pushing the big fleshy pink tongue into my
cunt. It opened as if to say come in, and he lapped away, I was obeying his every command, and
reaching another monster climax. “OH! GOD. Ooooo yess yess yess Ooooo Yes”. My juices flowed
freely, and he drank them all down.
He was now climbing on top of me, “No boy. Down, boy. Daddy make him get down”, I pleaded.
“That’s not fair. He’s just given you what you want, what about him”? Said Uncle Charlie.
“Yes dear you’ve got him all worked up now, its only right that he gets chance to shoot his load”,
said daddy.
“What. You want me to let him fuck me”? I asked.
“It’s up to you. You could give him a blow job if you’d rather”, said daddy.
“But daddy his prick is huge”, I pleaded.
“Come on Virginia, after the way you took that horse. I don’t think old Boston’s got anything to
rival that big stallion you fucked”, said Uncle Charlie.
“Well ok. But if I let him have me, you’ve got to make sure he doesn’t get his knot up”, I said
reluctantly.
“Why not”? Said Uncle Charlie.
“Because once it’s in he can’t get any long strokes with his dick, and when he’s cum he’ll carry
me around like a rag doll stuck on his knot”.
“If you relax and let your body take over, you might find it quite pleasurable. Most girls react
like you the first few times, I promise it’s an acquired taste. As for him carrying you around, as
soon as he’s cum, reach back with your hands, and caress his balls. He’ll get right back into his
stroke, and fuck you again. Let him have three or four fucks till his sack is empty, and he'll
slip out quick as a wink. Now come on Ginny get down on the floor and let poor old Boston have his
reward”, my uncle spoke with all the authority of a wise uncle.
I got in position on my hands and knees, and Boston mounted instantly, his prick jabbing around
looking for an entrance. It didn’t take him long to find my wet hole and push his long hard prick
right up till his knot rammed against the lips of my cunt. With each stroke I could feel his dick
swelling inside me, and each time his knot pushed against my cunt, it opened slightly more than
the last. I could tell the knot would soon be firmly secured inside me. I was right, as within
half a dozen more strokes, “Oh God. Uhh”, I let out and uncontrolled moan that signaled Boston’s
triumph. I tried to do as uncle suggested, and go with the flow, and to my surprise, although the
knot had stopped the prick from stroking long and hard, Boston’s pumping was now inflating and
contracting his shaft inside me. I was soon complementing his swellings with a simultaneous
contraction which was squeezing his prick. His pumping got more frantic, as did my contractions;
we were both getting this show on the road, much to the delight of our audience. I know I loved
every moment, and I’m sure Boston did to.
I could sense when he was about to cum, and my climax was building exactly right. Or could it have
been him that was sensing my climax, and timing his to coincide with me, I don’t know. But no
matter who did what, we both came together, and boy was it good. I was so shagged out, that I
would have fell to the floor, except that I was hanging from his knot. I lay suspended, in a daze,
when I realized that Boston was climbing off and I thought, ‘Oh no. He’s going to drag me around
the floor’. I remembered what uncle had said, and reached for his balls, using the juices that
were around my cunt area, I stroked and gently squeezed his balls. Uncle was right, Boston was
soon re-mounted, and we were off again. This procedure was repeated at least six times, each time
taking no longer than three or four minutes. After the sixth time, he had no sooner shot his bolt
before the knot slipped out without any effort. Boston walked back over to the fireside, lay down
and after licking his prick clean, was snoring within less than a minute.
I was warmly congratulated by all for my performance, and they all took great delight in helping
to clean me up. Daddy had a ready supply of wet wipes; cloths etc. that led me to believe that
this was not the first time that group sexual activity had taken place in his den.
“Right, now we’ve all had a bit of fun, we’d better get our thinking caps on and decide how were
going to sort out this problem”, said daddy.
“Well I recon an eye for an eye”, said Uncle Charlie. “I know someone who could find those
immigrants for us, and for a price we could get them to bugger the farmer and both his sons”.
“What about the immigrants themselves. They could do with sorting”, said Major Green (one of
daddy’s friends who was master of the hounds, who up to now hadn’t said much).
“I have a medical friend who could make up a concoction that we could mix with a drink to knock
them all out cold for an hour. We can get them all lashed down, and we could use the dogs from the
hound pack to have a mass buggering. We could even video it to make sure we get back all Morison’s
copies of Ginny's little film”, uncle Charlie was really taking this seriously.
The next hour was like planning a military campaign; they went through every gruesome detail of
the fate that they were going to bestow on my abusers. They even said they would get back the
video of the school art mistress, to free her from blackmail. Although all this seemed cruel and
sadistic, I felt glad that he was going to get what he deserved. The one thing that bothered me
was when daddy suggested that it might also be a good idea to show farmer Morison what it felt
like to see your daughter being raped. Jennifer Morison was apparently going to be eighteen in two
week’s time, according to uncle Charlie. I wasn’t sure whether this rape was to punish Mr.
Morison, or because they wanted an excuse to abuse another young girl. The plans were completed,
and we were all to meet at uncle Charlie’s house in three days time to check on what progress had
been made.
Three days passed, Uncle Charlie opened the door to his house and showed me in. He lived on his
own in a big old house, having only two servants to look after him. One was a twenty year old
cook, the other a nineteen year old general housekeeper/maid. Uncle Charlie walked me into his big
lounge, where daddy and all the other men from our last meeting at daddy’s house were all sitting
around drinking. There were three other men who I didn’t recognize, and uncle took me around and
introduced them all to me and me to them. One was a medical man, the other two were rough looking
characters, who I was informed were gipsies. The medical man was here to give advice on the knock
out potion, and the gipsies were going to find the whereabouts of the immigrant pack.
I sat down and the maid brought me a drink, she was wearing a very short dress, and as she bent
down to give me my drink the men opposite didn’t hide the fact that they could see her knickers.
She went around to each man that beckoned, and several times a hand would slide up her inside leg
and squeeze her crotch. She was obviously used to this behaviour, as she didn’t pull away or make
any form of protest.
Uncle sat next to me and leaned across and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to let Jane (the maid)
and the cook have the night off so that we can discuss our plans in secret. Before they go, would
you mind if I get them to do a strip? If you want you can wait in my music room”. I thought for a
second, and then trying to make light of it I said, “No I don’t mind, I might as well stop here
and watch. I don’t expect they’ve got anything I haven’t seen before”.
“Right gentlemen”, said uncle loudly as he stood up, “Jane and Babs my two wonderful young ladies
are going to give us a little performance. Ok Jane would you like to give Babs a ring”.
She pulled the cord at the side of the big fire place, and moments later a stunning blond was
entering the room.
“Ok gents; put your hands together for my dancing domestics. Music Jane, and lets see what you can
do”.
Jane turned on some loud pop music and both girls started dancing, not as though they were at a
disco, but lap dancing style, moving from man to man. I must admit they did look sexy, not that I
in any way fancied either of them, I’m not into that.
After about five minutes I was moving to the music whilst still sitting down, like we all do
without being aware of it.
“Go on Ginny, get up and show them how it’s really done”, uncle whispered in my ear.
“No don’t be silly, any way you said they were going to strip”
“So what don’t tell me you’re shy”?
“GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY.” Uncle was loudly calling and clapping. Soon there was
a chorus from what looked like all the men including daddy. Uncle put his hand under one arm, and
a man the other side did the same, and they encouraged me to my feet. Once I was up it seemed
silly not to join in, and I was soon dancing as sexily as the other two.
The dance gradually ended up as a sort of competition, each girl going a bit further than the
next. Within ten minutes we were all three naked, and starting to rub ourselves against the men.
The situation soon got out of control and Babs was the first to be pulled down onto the floor,
Jane and I soon followed. When the first man dropped his trousers, Jane shouted out, “HEY WE
DIDN’T SAY WE’D GO THAT FAR”.
The music stopped. “OK GENTS. Enough’s enough. Let the girls get up now, they’ve been good
sports”, uncle Charlie ordered. To my surprise the man pulled his trousers back up, and we were
all helped up. I have to admit, I was more that a little disappointed, I was starting to get
worked up.
All three of us got dressed, Uncle Charlie thanked his girls and said, “Ok you can get off out for
the night, I’ll see you both tomorrow”
When we heard the front door bang shut, Uncle Charlie who was standing by the stereo, looked over
to me, he had a wicked grin on his face. “Come on Ginny, show your favourite uncle a bit more of
your sexy dancing”, he started the music. I sat there not knowing whether to get up or not, and
then he started again, “GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY. GINNY.” As before, calling and clapping
and as before the chorus joined in. I was helped to my feet, and slowly started; it seemed more
difficult without the other girls.
I stopped, “I’m sorry. I can’t get going like this; it was alright with the other girls”.
Uncle moved in close, and beckoned others to join, there were soon men all around me. Their hands
roamed all over my body, and we were soon dancing again. Now it all got
owns a safari park zoo on his country estate, and of course Morison’s daughter cant really get off
without a fucking, can s
didn’t feel shy anymore. I was rubbing myself up and down anyone who wanted take part. They were
all on the floor, even dear old daddy. They all had stonking hard-ons', and I delighted in sliding
myself against them allowing there pricks to lift the hem of my short skirt, so the hard prick
could rub my crotch.
As I danced they were removing my clothes, and when I was naked, I was lowered to the floor. The
music changed to a soft romantic Ballard, and the first man to enter was daddy. They all cheered
as he pushed his prick right in deep, and I lifted my legs high and wrapped them around his waist.
“Come on daddy fuck you’re little Virginia. Give me that lovely big prick”, I said, I was
determined I was going to enjoy this evening.
“Hey Harold, if you want her cunt, get on your back, so I can have her arse”, said Uncle Charlie,
as he pulled at daddy’s shoulder.
After a couple more strokes, daddy reluctantly pulled out, and got up. “You get on the floor, I’ll
have her arse”, said daddy to Charlie. The two of them got there rhythm going, arse, cunt, arse,
cunt, and I was just settling down when a prick was presented at my mouth. I opened up, and in it
went, soon making its way into my throat. I developed my breathing to coincide with the pumping,
and this was how I spent the next two hours, one man after another fucking away.
When they all spunked in every hole they could find, I was left lying on the rug in front of the
fire, while they all discussed the downfall of the Morison family. Yes they had now included Mrs.
Morrison on there hit list, she was to be fucked by Iceberg (the stallion).
There discussions and plans were coming to an end, and I was still laid on the floor. I lay with
my legs wide open, and I knew they all kept taking a look. It somehow felt nice to be craved by so
many men.
“Right well I think that’s the night business over. How are you now Ginny”? Said uncle.
“Ok. Why. What wicked plan have you got for me now”?
“It’s only an idea. If you don’t fancy it, or you can’t take anymore fucking yet, I’ll understand”
“Go on, what or who do you want me to fuck now”?
“Morison isn’t the only one with a stallion”, he said.
“What you don’t mean Thunder”?
“Why not? He’s a thoroughbred, and you’re from royal stock, I’m sure daddy won't mind”.
Why I was more worried about the cold temperature outside, than I was about a full-size stallion
up my cunt, I don’t know, but my answer even surprised me. “Won’t it be cold out there in the
stable”?
“If that’s all your worried about, I’ll bring him in here”.
“No I didn’t mean that”.
“Well are we going to see you fuck him or not. These gentlemen are risking a lot to get you’re
revenge for you. I’m sure you’ve got cravings in your cunt for a prick that can reach inside your
belly button, and a little show would demonstrate how much you appreciate there help.
“Ok. But where are you going to tether him to”.
“Tether? Why do we need to tether him”?
“Because his prick would damage me”.
“Don’t be silly. You’re a big girl now. We don’t want one of these staged shows like you gave at
Morison’s. We want this to be natural, you bending forward, the horse mounting you. And you,
standing your ground, until you can’t take anymore”.
“I don’t think I could do that, I’d rather you tethered him to make sure I don’t get too much”
“I sorry Ginny, but nobody going to tether my horse, that’s a thoroughbred stallion, and I don’t
want him getting hurt. Now do you want him bringing in? Or should I ask your daddy if he thinks
you’ve been a naughty girl? Because you know that naughty girls have there bottoms smacked. And
I’m sure all these men will be disappointed, and will want to take out their disappointment on
your bottom with my horse whip. What do you think Harold”?
They were supposed to be planning to punish people for abusing me, and now here was my uncle and
daddy, threatening even worse abuse, than that I had already been subjected to. “Daddy please,
I’ll take the horse, but please make him tether it”.
“Don’t be a silly girl Virginia; you know we wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You’ll love it,
once you get going, I never seen any girl as small as you fuck a horse like you do. You’re a
natural at it. Be a good girl, and put this uniform on”, daddy was holding up a St Winifred’s
school uniform, like the one they raped me in at the farm.
I knew I was going to have to fuck the horse, so I got up and put on the uniform. By the time I
was dressed, the horse was being led into the room.
His prick was out of its sheath, and had been lubricated, it hung down to the floor, and steam was
radiating from it. I had on the uniform, with short skirt, no knickers; I was led to the edge of
the dining table, and told to lean forward, putting both hands on the table. The horse was
sniffing my crotch, and his long tongue licked across my cunt. I glanced back and could see there
were men playing with his prick, when suddenly, “WATCH OUT”, someone shouted, as he rose high in
the air, and his hooves landed on the table either side of me. His first lung sent his prick up my
back, he drew back and lunged again, this time smacking my arse and sliding once again up my back.
“This time”, someone shouted. It smacked my cunt, and slipped under me, there were groans of
disappointment from the onlookers.
“Come on Thunder. Make this a good’n.” I recognised Uncle Charlie’s voice.
I don’t think Thunder understood, but, anyway this was a good’n. It smacked against my cunt,
buckled slightly, then the cunt stretched, and it was on its way up.
“Shreeeeeeeeek. God fucking help me. Oh NO”, the pain was unbearable. It didn’t stop going up till
it hit my cervix, at which point I was lifted from the floor, and rammed against the edge of the
table. He withdrew, and in again, smack on my cervix, and my legs were rammed against the table
again. I cried out, and screamed for all I was worth, my belly was inflated, my cervix was being
demolished, and the table edge was cutting into my legs.
Someone shouted, “MOVE THE TABLE, HE’S GOING TO SPLIT HER IN TWO”. The table was dragged along,
but the stallion just shoved me with it. He was now getting into his stride, and I was screaming
less, even though it was still hurting.
“See she’s getting the hang of it now”, uncle’s voice again.
The horse was still banging me up against the table, and still getting full depth, but, in truth
uncle was right, I was getting used to it. My belly was no longer feeling over inflated, and the
thrusting prick was stirring the same feeling that Iceberg had got going before. The pain as he
slapped my cervix, was subsiding, it was only my legs being rammed against the table that stopped
me getting into the swing.
I struggled to make contact with anyone that could hear me, “Get me. Ah. Get Me Oh God. A Cushion.
Ah My Legs Oh God”, someone had realized what I was trying to say and men from either side were
attempting to get cushions in-between me and the table on each of the back strokes.
The pain in my legs was now numbing and I was being humped like never before, when the horse prick
exploded like an old fashioned ships canon, shooting his spunk up my cunt, his prick flying out
backwards like the re-coil action, and then it kept on shooting spunk everywhere. The horse got
down, and stomped around the room, I lay still totally exhausted. I hadn’t cum, but I thought my
ordeal was over. I was just about to try and stand, when the hooves landed once again on the
table. His first thrust missed, too high, second thrust too high again, third time lucky, for
Thunder, that is. He didn’t seem quite as violent this time, or maybe I was getting used to it,
anyway, this time the feelings that had started welling up inside, were really being brought to
the boil, and when he shot his load I was ecstatic. He pulled out continuing to squirt spunk
everywhere; I slid from the table and lay on the floor, under the shooting prick. I was covered
from head to toe, and I lay there writing about.
Needless to say this performance had got them all aroused again, and they were too impatient to
even wait until I had stopped cumming. I was lifted up, turned over, laid face down and someone
was immediately fucking my arse. I think it was daddy, but I can’t be sure. They must have all
took turns, but all I can remember is just a procession of pricks, one after another endlessly
pumping spunk into my arse. And my lower intestine was filling up, making me feel bloated, as
though I needed the toilet. When they had all been satisfied, I was helped up to my feet. I stood
there with spunk running down my legs as it flowed from my arse, they were all making crude
comments even daddy. The evening broke up and everyone started to leave.
Uncle said if I didn’t feel like driving home I could spend the night at his place, so I agreed.
Then Daddy also decided it was a bit late for him, so he said he would stay as well. They walked
me into the bedroom, and I might have known, we all three spent the night together. I don’t know
how many times they fucked me, because I fell asleep. I was woken in the morning by daddy fucking
away at my arse, I don’t know where he gets his energy from, but I know where he shoots most of
it. Up my arse! But I suppose he is my daddy, and I can’t help loving him. Uncle Charlie seems to
like my cunt best, but I’m sure he’s the most perverted out of the two.
When we got up before we'd had breakfast, uncle took me for an early morning stroll in the
gardens, the sun was out, and it was a pleasant morning. We walked through the rose gardens, and
as we were crossing one of the lawns we approached two of his gardeners who were tending a flower
bed. As we were alongside them, he tripped me over. Whilst I was scrambling around on all fours,
he lifted up the back of my skirt, and pulled down my panties. I thought he was just showing me
off to the gardeners, for a perverted laugh, so I didn’t put up a struggle; I just kept still so
they could get a good look. Next second I felt the paws of one of his dogs on my back, and uncle
held me firmly while the animal mounted. He kept a tight hold while the dog jabbed away looking
for my cunt, and made sure I couldn’t get up until he could tell I was firmly knotted to his dog.
He then released me and left me there in the garden while he went in for breakfast.
As soon as he’d gone the gardeners gathered around, by now there were four of them, one had a
bucket of ice cold water which he threw at the dog's ramming prick. It sent a freezing cold
shudder right through my body, the frightened dog turned, and pulled to get himself free. His knot
pulled out with a loud, “Flop”, as he scampered away, at the same time I let out a scream, as it
seemed I’d been torn open by his knot. But at least they’d saved me from the dog, I thought.
Within seconds I was being rolled over on my back, my legs pulled open, and I could now see the
huge prick the gardener was going to plant in me. Boy did he sow his seeds deep; he fucked like he
hadn’t had a fuck for ages, and his spunk kept coming for ever. It goes without saying that they
all had a good fuck, but when they’d finished, instead of letting me get up the bastards
re-positioned me, and held me while the dog got mounted again. Daddy and uncle came out after
they’d had their breakfast, and Uncle Charlie said, “You’re not still fucking that poor dog are
you, you’ll wear him out”!
When the dog was finished with me they helped me back to the house to get cleaned up. I went home
and waited for daddy to contact me, to tell me how the arrangements were going. A week went by,
and daddy arrived at my house, without any warning. This was unusual, as he had never visited
before without mummy, but this time he was with Uncle Charlie.
My husband had answered the door, and invited them in. “It's your dad and Uncle Charlie”, he said
as he came in the room.
Daddy came across and we kissed and greeted each other as usual, then Uncle Charlie did the same.
But Uncle Charlie used the opportunity to push his tongue down my throat, and slipped a hand up my
skirt, squeezing my crotch.
“Bloody hell Charlie, don’t make a meal of her, she’s a married woman now you know”, said my
husband jokingly. From where he was standing, he couldn’t see Charlie’s hand up my skirt, or tell
he had his tongue down my throat.
“Take no notice, them pair are always larking about”, said daddy with a laugh.
“Well to what do we owe this pleasure? We don’t usually get a visit from you pair”, said Bob.
“There’s a point to point meeting in a few weeks time, and we’ve found a stallion that we think we
could enter Virginia with”, said daddy.
“Oh well if you’ve come to talk horses, I’ll leave you to it”.
Uncle Charlie had now put me down, and he turned to Bob and said, “Well actually we wanted to take
Ginny to see the animal; we won’t be more than a couple of hours”.
I didn’t know what was going on, and they obviously couldn’t tell me in front of Bob, so I just
went along with them. “What kind of stallion is it Charlie”? I asked.
“A big grey hunter, with lots of spirit. He’ll go like the wind with you riding him”, he said.
“Are you coming with us for the ride Bob?” I asked.
“No chance. I’ll go down the local and have a few beers with the lads. See you when you get back”.
As we left the house I asked Uncle Charlie if we were really going to see a horse.
“No don’t be silly that was just an excuse to get you out of the house”, he said.
“Well have you some news about our little plan then”?
“No.”
“Well what did you need to see me for”? I asked.
“I’ll give you one guess Ginny, and the bulge in my pants is a clue”.
“Uncle Charlie! You don’t mean you came round and dragged me out so you could. You know?”
“That’s exactly what I do mean. I’ve got a pair of bollocks that are full to exploding. Me and
your daddy thought that you wouldn’t mind having a top-up by now. I’ll bet you haven’t had any
spunk up your arse since last week. You must be getting randy by now”?
“Well I can’t believe your cheek, your lucky I don’t report the pair of you for rape, after last
weekend”.
“Don’t be silly, you loved every minute, and anyway I know from the squeeze I was giving you a
minute ago, that your cunts already wet . So don’t pretend you don’t want it”.
We had all got into daddy's Range Rover and he drove off down the road, within a hundred yards he
turned into a farm gateway and pulled into the field.
“Your not going to fuck me out here are you”?
Daddy turned round from the drivers seat, and looking back at uncle and I said, “No don’t be
silly, were just waiting for Bob to go off to the pub, and then we’ll go back to your place. It’ll
be nice to fuck you in your own bed”.
“Daddy! You don’t care do you”?
“What do you mean”?
“Well. It’s bad enough fucking your own daughter, but wanting to do it in my marital bed, when
you’ve sent my husband down the pub.”
“There he goes. Right lets not waist any time, I can’t wait to get that cunt of yours wrapped
around my prick”, said daddy as he pulled back onto the road, and sped towards my house.
They didn’t waist any time, hands all over me as soon as we got in the door, by the time I’d
reached the bedroom I was naked. Daddy was soon stripped and on his back waiting, I mounted, and
waited for Charlie to get stuck up before I got going. His fingers were poking my cunt alongside
daddy’s prick; he was getting some juice to lubricate my arse. When he’d managed to work a couple
of fingers up my arse, he started pushing with his prick until I felt his balls slapping my bum.
We all three set in motion, and I was soon drifting on cloud nine. Talk about happy families, the
first fuck lasted only about five or ten minutes, but we managed to cum together. Next fuck daddy
wanted to use my mouth, and uncle wanted my cunt. This time daddy came first, and me and uncle
came together after about twenty minutes.
Now uncle said, “how about taking both of us up your cunt at the same time”?
“Ok, but take it easy, till I see what its like”.
Uncle lay on the bed on his back, I lay on top of him on my back; he slid me down till his prick
was right up. Daddy got on top facing me, and pushed his knob end at my clit, rubbing it up and
down. On one of the down strokes, as his prick came into contact with uncle’s prick, daddy gave a
massive push, my cunt opened, and he was in. Once he had pushed it right up, they both had hold of
me and were lifting me up and down giving nice slow long strokes. I soon got turned on and by
wrapping my arms around daddy was able to take my own weight, and pump myself up and down to make
sure I got the full length. I had my tongue down daddy’s throat, I felt like I was in heaven
(although I’m not sure god lets his angels fuck like this). Once again we had a simultaneous
orgasm, and they both left their pricks in to soak, until they melted and slid out.
We lay on the bed all three of us were fucked out, but I knew within minutes, one of them pricks
would be stirring again. We lay there silent, and suddenly realized there was a car coming up the
gravel drive outside.
I shot out of bed, ran to the window, “Come on you two, it’s Bob”.
We all rushed around getting dressed, and I was trying to clear as much spunk as possible out of
my cunt and around my arse. I slipped on my panties, and was straightening the bed when I heard
the front door. Bob walked straight through to the lounge, obviously expecting to find us there,
because daddy’s Range Rover was parked in the drive. When he didn’t find us he came out of the
lounge, and shouted, “GINNY. GINNY WHERE ARE YOU”?
I went out onto the landing, “Were up here, I’m just showing daddy some of my old rosettes from my
gymkhana days (this is a junior form of horse jumping). We’ll be down in a minute”. We quickly
made ourselves presentable, and made our way down stairs.
We all walked into the lounge, and I headed for the drinks cupboard, uncle followed me.
“You weren’t down the pub long”, said daddy.
“No. None of the lads were there; they must have all gone into town. I had a quick pint and left.
Anyway, what about you three, I thought you said you were going to be a couple of hours”?
“Yes, but I got a call on my cell phone while we were on the way over there, to say the horses
owner had been taken ill, so we’ll have to make it another night. Now while this conversation was
going on, I’d got myself a drink, and walked over to the back of our settee. I was standing there
leaning forward over the back of it, with a drink in my hand. Uncle had pored three drinks given
one each to daddy and Bob, and came and stood behind me. I saw him lean forward and put his drink
on the table at the side of the settee, and return to standing directly behind me. Hidden by the
settee back, he now proceeded to push his hands up the back of my skirt, into my panties, and was
fingering me. The conversation was going on between all of us including uncle, and Bob didn’t
suspect a thing. I was struggling to keep still as he probed and stroked my cunt and clit.
Bob said he needed to go for a pee, and as soon as he left the room, uncle pulled down my panties.
“What are you doing? He’ll be back in a minute”, I said.
He didn’t answer, just put my panties in his pocket, lifted the back of my skirt, and his flies
must have been undone, because he pushed his prick up my arse. Bob returned, and uncle was
standing directly behind me, one hand on the settee back the other with a drink, and his prick
deep up my arse.
“Why don’t you pair come and sit down, you don’t look comfortable standing there”, said Bob
looking at uncle and I.
“I prefer standing when I’m getting stuck in with a drink. And your little wife’s bum makes a nice
cushion”, said uncle.
“It’s a good job that you’re her uncle, if anyone else got that friendly with her, I’d soon sort
them out”, said Bob trying to sound macho.
Uncle stood there, and gave me a pelvic thrust, pushing it up higher, and lifting me slightly, so
I almost lost my balance.
I then felt the warm spunk shooting from his prick, he’d cum just by being stuck up there, without
any pumping, having Bob in the room had really turned him on. Soon the prick shrank and slipped
out, uncle turned so he was facing away from Bob, and walked towards the drinks cabinet. While
putting his glass back, he used the opportunity to put his prick away. Once decent again, he said,
“Come Harold, we‘d better be getting home. See you soon Ginny, we’ll have to do that again next
week”.
This story was supposed to be about me getting revenge on the bastards who’d raped me, but so far,
I had only succeeded in getting even more abused. The truth was that I must be what is commonly
known as a slut, because I like fucking, and the more weird the situation the more of a kick I get
from it. Judging from the behaviour of both daddy and Uncle Charlie, it must be a family trait,
perhaps all the British aristocracy are a collection of perverts.
Anyway, three days later I got a call from daddy to say that they’d found the immigrant gang, and
come to a financial arrangement with them. He said they would be having a meeting tonight at Uncle
Charlie’s, with the same people present, to discuss the final details of the operation. He said I
didn’t need to be there, but if I felt up to it, it would be a nice gesture of appreciation for
the effort that these people were taking on my behalf. I knew at the back of my mind that I’d end
up being mass fucked again, but I still said I’d meet him there at 7:00 pm.
When I arrived they were all in uncle’s lounge, waiting for me, and strait away they started
discussing the details of the night of the revenge. The plan was to dupe Mr Morrison and his sons
into arriving at there own barn, the one they’d raped me in. Then the same immigrants that had
raped me, who had now been bribed to do our bidding, would tie the Morrison’s' to trestles that
had be specially made for the event, and gang rape all three of them. The drinks that had been
provided for the immigrants, were drugged, and they would all be asleep within an hour. At this
point we had hired people to tie the immigrants to more of the same sort of trestles, and the dogs
from the local hunt pack would be brought in, aroused, and let loose on each immigrant as soon as
he woke up. This is when Daddy and Uncle Charlie would make them selves known, and explain to the
victims why this retribution was being dished out.
They would tell Morison that the video they had just filmed would be made public unless all copies
of the videos of both me and the lady from the school were returned. At this point Mrs Morison was
to be lashed onto a trestle in one of the stalls, and iceberg was to be brought in and let loose,
just to prove they meant business. They would then bring in the birthday girl, his daughter, and
strip her. At this point they would stop, saying if the videos weren’t returned within a week,
they would complete the daughter’s fate.
After all the detailed planning was completed, I once again was asked to give a little performance
for the assembled guests. It followed much the same course as last time, starting with me dancing
around the room being stripped by each man as I danced in front of them. Once stripped, they
fucked me two or three at a time, using cunt, arse and mouth all at the same time, sometimes using
my cunt for two pricks at once. As usual, even though I was out numbered seven to one, they were
all fucked out, but I was still up for more. Someone suggested the stallion again, but I declined
the offer, because I had been badly bruised last time. They were disappointed at this decision, so
I said I would take Uncle’s dogs instead. He had three big Dobermans; it was one of these dogs
that had fucked me in uncle’s garden last time I was here. This idea was greeted with lots of
enthusiasm from all, especially the dogs, once they realized what was in store for them. I was
mounted and fucked by each dog, and each time they finished, I had to keep re-exciting them to get
them re-fucking until I’d fucked their balls dry. One of the horny bastards gave me eight fucks in
a row, before he’d had enough. Needless to say, this display re-awakened the men’s interest, and I
had one last session, but it was only a short one.
The fateful day of the retribution came and went, the next day uncle phoned to say the Morrison’s
had been dealt with, and the whole evening was a complete success, all videos returned. He asked
if I could be at his house for 7:00 pm for a celebration party, and once again, I knew at the back
of my mind that I’d end up being mass fucked again, but I still said I’d meet him there at 7:00
pm. When I arrived i found the same group were there, and they started to tell me about what had
happened to Mr. Morrison and his sons, but I said I wasn’t interested in male rape. So they just
assured me that all the male perpetrators of my misfortune had been punished. I said I was however
interested in what had happened with Mrs. Morrison and the horse, so I got a detailed description
of her screaming at first, and later moaning with pleasure. The daughter had as planned, been
stripped, but not fucked. They said Morrison had brought around five copies of the video of me
with his horse, and ten of the school mistress.
When I said I couldn’t wait to burn them, uncle said he’d thought he would offer each of the
guests here a copy apiece for their help. I agreed, and uncle said I’ll have a couple more copies
of your video made, so we can all have one each.
“Surely you and daddy don’t want the one with me on?” I asked.
“You must be joking”, said uncle, “I’ll wank myself silly to that”.
I thought to myself, he’s a horny old sod, and my dad is just as bad. Uncle asked if I’d mind if
they watched the video of the school mistress, I said I didn’t, and we all sat around the big
projector screen telly watching. The video had been taken outdoors, covertly, so there were no
close up detailed views. It showed the lady (the school mistress) and a man (my uncle Charlie!)
stripping off there hunting clothes, and getting down to fuck, their horses were tied to nearby
trees. While they were fucking, you could clearly see the prick on the stallion in the background
growing, as it watched, or smelled the fucking. When my uncle gets up from the lady, she is still
hot, and obviously not yet satisfied. Uncle helps her up and leads her to his horse, bends her
down, and manoeuvres her backwards under the horse, lifting the prick into position. The horse
enters her, and uncle holds her by the shoulders, allowing the horse to push his member home. The
fuck last only about two minutes, and ends with the prick blasting out shooting everywhere.
This video certainly had me turned on, and as soon as it stopped the men in the room proved it had
done the same to them. The evening continued as you might expect, with me getting fucked. But I
think that’s enough for now. Once again if the voting for this story shows you want more, then
he?
I completely shocked myself by climaxing just moments after making contact and the ten minutes
dissolve into a flurry of climaxing over and over as my Master’s control over me forcing me to cum
again and again for him. It is with positive sadness that the timer ends my sexual torture, but
the Master was blunt that I had to obey his time restraints to avoid tissue damage on parts he
wanted for his pleasure.
One night, when my wife Joy and I were making out and she had my cock in her hand and I played with her clit, she asked me about my buddies, the guys I played basketball with. They always make a big deal about her breasts whenever she comes to the games, or goes out with us afterward for beers. They tease her unmercifully.
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ξέχασα να σου πω ότι σε ένα φόρουμ που συμμετείχα πριν κάποια χρόνια, συνάντησα και άλλον ένα ψυχοπαθή σαν τον nobody, που γέμιζε τα ποστς με χιλιόμετρα από κόπυ πέηστ.
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