animal sex

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 organised 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 here 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 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 revellers, come to relive 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 recognise 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 and 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 slim from my cunt to lubricate it. Then up went the 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 realising, 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 of 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 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 here 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 minute, and mummy disappeared.
Bloody hell Harold, that was close. Hey! I’ve just realised that’s you’re Ginny, not the girl from the barn, I was now calming down and could recognise my uncle Charlie; one of daddy’s hunting friends.
All of the men now realised 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 to perform 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 recognise 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. Well 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 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 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 that 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 realised his tongue was getting closer to my cunt with every lick. Several of the men had now noticed him, and were watching to se 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 hell 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 and 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 signalled 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 realised 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 that 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 was snoring with 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 hot sex horse.
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. I we get them all lashed down we could use the dogs from the hound pack, and have a mass buggering. We could even video it to make sure we get back all Morison’s copies of Ginny 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 recognise, 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 advise 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 here 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 off 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. Lets 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 there 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 going again, and I somehow 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 hardon’s, 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, got up You get on the floor, I’ll have here 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 wont 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 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 hold 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 realised 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 a 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 just remember is 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 female and stallion sex. 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 uncle took me for an early morning stroll in the gardens before breakfast, the sun was out, 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 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 dogs 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 the 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 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.
Blood 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 and me your daddy though that you wouldn’t mind having a top-up by now. I’ll bet you haven’t had any spunk up you 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 your cunts already wet from when I was giving you a squeeze a minute ago. So don’t pretend you don’t want it.
We had all got into daddy Range Rover and he drove of 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 your 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 angles 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 realised there was a car coming up the gravel drive outside.
I shot off the bed, ran to the window Come on you two, its 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 (this is junior form of horse jumping) days. 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, and was leaning forward over that back of the settee, on one arm, with a drink in the other 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 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 and 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, put his glass on the drinks cabinet, and said Come Harold, we�d better be getting home. See you soon Ginny, we’ll have 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 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, and the immigrants who had been bribed would tie them 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. A 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 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 all 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, strip her, and then 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 had been badly bruised last time. They were disappointed at this decision, so 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 realised what was in store for them. I was mounted and fucked by each dog, and each time I had to keep re-exciting them as they finished 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 reawakened 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. The same group were there when I arrived, 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 how ever 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 pleaser. 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 have one each. Surely you and daddy don’t want the one with me on? I asked. You must joking said uncle, I’ll wank myself silly to that. He’s a horny old sod and dad 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 detail 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 here 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 there’s lots more exciting treats in store for lady Virginia when she visits her other uncle who owns a safari park zoo on his country estate, and of course Morison’s daughter cant really get off without a fucking, can she?
If you think it’s worth me writing another sequel, please drop me a line at victoriajohn@hotmail.com. Acclaim is always preferred, but constructive criticism is also welcome. If there are any women reading this I would welcome their constructive opinion, as I’m sure they will appreciate, it is difficult for a man to describe an orgasm from a woman’s point of view, thanks for reading, Bye.
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