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   Lucy Culpepper relaxed in her swing-chair and sipped the chilled apple
juice, her usual pre-dinner drink.  The two girls were about 20 metres
away, leaning on the white marble balustrade, chatting, far enough away for
their mother not to be able to eaves-drop, but close enough for her to hear
the peals of happy laughter: doubtless discussing boys, young men.  She
smiled.

   Lord, but she was missing her man: her cunt was aching for Hector's
thrusting passion.  Pulling and pushing at her clit was no good, and even
her trusty dildo was nowhere near enough.  Yes it made her cum, but left
her unsatisfied compared with the real thing, the smell, the sweat, the
rough, manly caresses....  Jeez, she had even been looking at the better
set-up of the hired hands with interest: fuck!  She needed a real good
fucking, and badly.  Would this war never end?

   But she felt a warmth of affection and pride in her two daughters: so
happy, so lovely.

   Sophie, at fifteen already had some of the breadth of hips, roundness in
her bottom, that promised a flowering soon into full woman-hood.  Girls
married early here and soon she would have to sound the girl out as to
which of the several eligable young men she favoured.

   Leeanne was a smaller version of her sister, just as ash-blonde, hair
shining to her shoulders, but her bottom still with an almost boyish
slimness.  Pert and pretty little bottom, yes, in its way as beautiful as
her sister's, but still a little girl at twelve.

   They were both wearing fine white cotton dresses, embroidered with
flowers, cinched at the waist accentuating flat, athletic bellies.  Both
dresses were short enough to show shapely, tanned legs as the teenagers
leaned forward.

   Such lovely girls!  And still innocent: both knew the facts of life. 
You could not be brought up on a farm estate without having known about
love and sex almost from baby-hood, but she guessed neither had so much as
kissed a boy!

   Plenty of time for that!

   The lawns running down to the lake where Granddad had dammed the river
half a century before were not so manicured as usual.  Hector and Jerome
had taken the fittest of the free workers with them when they went off to
war, and in the last few weeks the others and all the slaves had run away,
taking their women and children with them.

   But the grass was lush and green, the lake reflecting the deep blue of
the sky, and the thicket of giant colber trees on the far shore drew her
eyes outward towards the blue of the mountains at the horizon.  The
orchards were full of ripening fruit but there would be no harvest this
year unless victory brought the menfolk back.

   She shook her head.  Troubled times!

   A clatter of hooves on the cobbled stable-yard told her that young Timon
was back from exercising his horse.  The boy was only twelve, Leeann's
twin, but was taking his responsibilities seriously as head of the house in
the absence of his father and older brother.  A good boy, she thought, and
as handsome as his daddy with those floppy blonde locks, and his tanned,
lean body: he loved going shirtless and in stupidly short shorts!

   She got up, stretched, smoothed the green silk of her clinging,
ankle-length dress, walked round to the west side of the verandah, where as
usual Matta had laid out supper: cold roast pork and venison, bread and
pickles, a pitcher of cider.  Good old Matta.  She had not run!  She had
served Granddad Culpepper and the generations since: family rumour was that
she had served him way beyond the call of domestic duties.  But that was no
surprise: the menfolk of the family all enjoyed the bodies of pretty
slave-girls, and the women-folk had to put up with it, feigning ignorance.
She called the girls over and suggested they start without Timon.  "He

won't be long: he'll be hungry!"

   As they sat in silence, she thought how good life had been on the
Roselands Estate in her thirty seven years, how good it still was.  Surely
peace would return soon and then life would continue in the same
traditional way again.  Following her man's victory the farm-hands and
slaves would return, the girls' three tutors too.  They had missed too much
schooling since the troubles began.

   Yes, life would soon return to its quiet, traditional, rather stuffy and
a bit priggish ways: Hector prided himself on maintaining "traditional
values" at Roselands, and often said that Granfather Culpepper would have
noticed very little change in the rhythms of life there.  Lucy sighed. 
Sometimes she found it a bit narrow, even stifling, but supposed it was for
the best.  She had to admit life was good, if a bit restricted.

   Restricted and a bit stodgy for another five minutes till the government
troopers rode in......



   "What's that, Mother?"

   Distant a long mile dust was being thrown up : horsemen on the track.

   Leeann leaped up and shouted, "It's daddy and Jerome, and Tom Harper and
the men...."

   Lucy squinted against the sunlight, but it was the sharper eyed Sophie
that was able to disillusion her sister.  "It's troopers.  Armed men. 
Government cavalry uniforms."

   "We're going to have to be very sensible and very brave, girls, so daddy
can be proud of us...."



   One rider swung from his horse, leaving his laser rifle in its holster
by the horse's neck.  While the other five troopers dismounted and led the
horses round to the stable-block he sauntered confidently to the verandah
and up the steps, to bow in exaggerated, ironic fashion to the three women.


   "Sergeant Horton, Madam.  Who do I have the honour of addressing?"

   "Lucy Culpepper and her daughters Sophie (a little not-quite-courtesy
from the girl), and Leeann."

   Four of the troopers emerged from the stables and mounted the verandah.
The Sergeant filled a glass with cider and emptied it, wiping his lips. 
"Good stuff on a hot day.  Try some, lads..."

   He did not introduce the late-comers.

   "Where's Jenkin?"

   The big, bold looking trooper laughed.  "He's found a boy, Sarge, a
pretty blonde lad, and he's teaching him how to look after a trooper's
horse."

   "And how to look after a trooper, if I know Jenkin.  Well, whatever
floats your boat I guess..."

   "Now Lucy Culpepper, we all know these big estates keep a lot of coin,
so where is it hidden?"

   "There is none, sir."

   The Sergeant was mild and matter-of-fact.  "You lie, Lucy.  Let's see
what will loosen your tongue.  Trooper, strip the dress off that one.  He
pointed at Sophie.

   "Oh, please, sir, no...."

   But the trooper had already turned her round so her back was to him,
taking a bunch of thin cotton each hand, and pulling it apart, tearing
cloth, buttons flying off, catches ripping till it was split to the waist,
her slender tanned back with its pastel blue bra-strap exposed.

   "Pretty!" the soldier muttered and ripped down again till the tatters of
cloth fell to her ankles, only bra and knickers protecting her modesty."

   "Stop!  I'll show you!"

   "Of course you will, Lucy.  Is it far?"

   "In the stable yard."

   "Two of you take her there.  Check the coin and any other portable stuff
and report back, while Giles and I enjoy this vision of beauty so
generously offered us."



   "Music, trooper!"

   The tall.  bold looking one took a mouth-organ from the pocket of his
leather waistcoat and started a jig, a merry tune that had come with the
very earliest settlers from Old Earth and was known to every inhabitant of
the New Settlements.

   "Dance, Sophie!  Dance for the guys.  It's days since they saw female
flesh and probably years since any as sweet and tempting as yours.  Dance
to the jig!  You know the steps..."

   Hesitant at first she started to do as told, her slender body making the
curves and movements demanded by the old peasant-round dance.  Her tiny
pastel blue thong was pulled tight up into her crotch, the silk cupping her
pussy and the crease of her lips showing as a thin fold: she might as well
have been naked!  And from behind the thin strap had completely entered the
crease of her buttocks, leaving that lovely tanned roundness sheer-naked.

   She could see the effect she was having on the men, who did not know
whether to focus on her pussy or her tits plumping out her tiny bra so
tempting for a male.  She knew it was wrong, but their visible erections,
the bulges in their corded uniform trousers, the knowledge that she was
desirable and desired, was making her pussy tingle.  Almost, but not quite
shaming.

   As the rhythm and the familiar tune filled her mind she danced with more
abandon.  The trooper upped the tempo, and the Sergeant got to his feet to
dance with her, so close to her....  not touching though.

   Not yet!

   She bent forward and shook her tits at him.  He laughed and grabbed her,
an arm around her to hold one of those firm little breasts a moment as they
whirled together.  Then he quickly kissed her brow, savouring the sweat,
and returned to the jigging steps in front and beside her.



   Lucy and her escort of two troopers returned and the music stopped.  The
matron was complaining.

   "Your men assaulted me, Sergeant..."

   The Sergeant ignored her.  "Bullion, trooper?"

   "Too much to carry, Sarge.  Mostly gold coin from earth-side, some
silver, plenty of good solid silverware too: from the old country.  It's
under a slab in the stable yard.  We put it back and the slab back in
place. Oh!  Lots of this stuff, too!"

   A bundle of gem-encrusted gold necklaces hung from his hairy fist."

   "Your men assaulted me, Sergeant, both of them...."

   "Assaulted?  In what way?"

   "They reached down my dress, and up the skirt of my dress...."

   "Report, trooper!"

   "Small, but shapely and nicely firm, Sargeant."

   "And down below, trooper?"

   "Shaved, smooth and soft.  Dry as yet, Sir."

   "Excellent.  Time we had a look....."



   His hands were careful as he unclasped the dress at the back, and popped
the six buttons.  She tried to hold the silk in place, but it shimmied to
her feet, a pool of green satin around her ankles.  The Sergeant pulled her
back to him a hand on each breast.  She wore a plain black-silk bra, and
matching knickers, full-cut, and slung on her hips.  Under his palms her
tits were not those of a forty year old woman he thought, but as firm and
pert as any young girl's.  A real delight.

   He pointed to a necklace and the trooper with a smirk handed it too him.

   "We would not steal your jewels, Lucy Culpepper, as you will look so
sexy in them".

   He turned her round, and the green emerald were perfect against her
tanned skin.

   "Breasts too good to hide away."

   The bra fell away and she was naked to the waist.  His cock was rock
hard now, and he knew what would come next!

   Pulling her close to him he eased her knickers down, and they too fell
to her ankles.  She teetered on her heels a moment but then stepped out of
the debris of her clothes, and her modesty.

   She was ashamed for a moment when she realised she was glad she still
had a good figure, not some shapeless middle-aged bag!  And, oddly there
was a sort of excitement: perhaps she was missing the admiration of a male,
the visible proof of his interest....  She dismissed the thought, but there
was nothing she could do about her pussy.  She suspected it was no longer
"dry".

   He sat her in the chair, prised her legs apart, and kneeling between
them applied his lips to her hairless pussy.....

   Sophie and Leeann watched enthralled as this handsome man knelt for
their mother as if worshipping at The Shrine and shamelessly pulled her
pussy lips apart to show the shocking pink of her cunt.  Leeann was
surprised to see her mother had no pubic hair....  even her sister had a
blonde fleece and she herself was rather proud of the fine blonde fluff on
her owns mound that betokened her approach to woman-hood.  She loved to
comb it, willing it to grow long and fine like Sophie's.  She realised her
mother must have waxed all hers away, and kept it waxed even though daddy
had been away so long.  It was obvious this Cavalry Sergeant liked what he
saw because he was licking and sucking at it, even pushing his nose almost
inside and moving it so that not only his lips and tongue were rubbing her
clitty, but his chin, nose, even his forehead sometimes.

   If all men liked hairless pussies then they would love hers: she felt a
momentary guilt at the thought, but her clitty liked the idea and started
to tingle a bit.  No chance of escaping to her bedroom for a quick rub of
it!

   Her mother was enjoying it too: that was obvious from the way she had
grasped his thick, wavy brown hair, twisting it between her fingers, and
actually pulling his face right up into her secret place.

   He reached up two-handed and grasped her breasts: Leeann had never seen
her mother naked and was surprised at how good her figure was even without
the support of a bra.  Her breasts were full and had lovely light brown
aureoles about the size of a silver decan though more the colour of a
copper centan.  Long nipples, and the girl knew what it meant when they
were stiff like her mummy's now.  When she played with her pussy at night
she could often bring herself off by pulling at a nipple...  Her mummy's
breasts were just as firm and perky as Sophie's, but bigger: she knew men
like big tits and hoped hers would grow like Sophie's and now her mummy's
(though they were already the best among all the girls her age at Roselands
and even from the neighbouring estates.)

   Lord!  Would the war never end: she was missing her friends.

   And that was exactly what the Sergeant's hands did for her mummy: his
tongue on her clitty, his hands on her breasts.....  and mummy was cumming!
You could see her legs stiffen, feet off the ground, her body moving under
his hands and tongue.

   It did not stop there, though, and what her mummy did next astounded,
and almost appalled her daughters as they saw him stand up, and her drape a
bent leg over each arm of the chair, pushing her wide-open cunt to the
front edge of the seat.  She had a smile on her face as he undid his belt
and allowed his uniform trousers to fall.  He had a broad, muscular bottom,
with plenty of black curly hair.

   How could she?  A stranger!  An enemy!  Her husband so far away doing
his duty.  And her inviting this man to fuck her, making it very clear what
she wanted.

   And he wanted: just look at that cock standing hard and proud, and
looking huge to the two girls who had never seen an erect adult prick.  He
grinned, bent at the knees to adjust his height, rubbed his cock in the
juicy slit, pushed and was in, in violation of all her vows and marital
duty.  She gripped the arms of the chair, making sure her legs were trapped
in place behind her arms, bracing herself against the power of his thrusts.
She could see his flat belly and those muscles developed by long days in
the saddle, that cock thrusting in and out.

   The slurping sound was familiar to her, though she was sure her vagina
was juicier than usual, and the slurping noise more gross.  Sexy though!

   She felt a momentary guilt, disloyalty, as she realised he was better at
this than her husband, the only man she had known so fully in this way
until a few minutes before.  This man had a knack of pulling his cock very
nearly out each time so when he thrust into her his knob forced between her
cunt lips, as if each thrust were the first moment of penetration.  And
then she could feel that knob....  she had seen it flaming red, flaring out
wider than the straight shaft of his cock....  she could feel it filling
and stretching her vagina, finally knocking on her cervix at the summit of
each insertion.

   He had positioned himself so it raked across her clitty with each sweep.

   Much more of this and she would......

   Sweet lord!  She was!  She was cumming, and a bigger cum was there ever?

   She heard her involuntary shriek....

   "Oh yes!  yes.  Oh yes.  I'm cumming.  Oh sweet lord.  Do me.  Harder!
Faster!  Fuck!  Like that.....  Aaaaaah!"

   And then there was a series of deep-throaty grunts, one with each spasm
that racked through her body, one with each powerful thrust.

   Sophie caught her sister's glance.  They had both heard this sound in
the night, but Sophie knew her mother had never cum as long as this, so
many grunting spasms, and she had never heard that scream of sexual ecstasy
either.  The sex with this man was better for her mother than it ever had
been with her true husband.  Interesting fact for a nubile young girl to
digest!

   "Me too, you lovely lady.  Let me have your tits while I cum.  Yes, like
that.  God you've a lovely body, Lucy.  What breasts!  Perfect.  Firm! 
Silky!  Hot, tight, juicy cunt.  I'm going to fill you.....  One!  Feel
that, sweetie?  Two!  Filling your cunt with hot cum.  And three!  Jesus
you've a hot little pussy, and cum like an angel.  Fuck!  You're gripping
me, milking me!"

   Leeann thought her mother had a silly look on her face, like a girl who
had drunk too much cider, but realised her mummy was still recovering from
an earth-shattering orgasm.  She wondered how good that must be....  She
was jealous!  She wanted some.  Her cunt was ok: she had used a candle up
it and knew there was no hymen left now.  OK his cock was twice as wide as
a candle, but that would be even better.  Life was not very fair!

   Could her mother feel the spurts of hot man-juice splashing on her
cervix?

   The Sergeant was very aware his bent-knees position to shag Lucy was not
ideal, a genuine "knee-trembler" and he was soon to stand up, cum and
cunt-juice making his cock glisten before he laced his trousers again.  He
leaned over and kissed his new woman on her lips: she reciprocated her arms
around his hot, sweaty shirt back.

   Then she got up and crouched naked beside Sophie.

   In a whisper, "How could you, mother?"

   "Listen carefully, Sophie.  We are all going to be raped, yes including
you and even little Leeann.  Often I should think.  A wise old philosopher
back on Old Earth once told a woman "If Rape is inevitable then enjoy it!"
Rape is inevitable, and these are fit, well-set-up, handsome young men, and
The Sergeant at least is an experienced and understanding lover, as eager
for me to be pleased as he was to find pleasure himself.  It was NOT a bad
experience: in fact it was delightful.  When your turn comes, promise me
you will try to enjoy it, and make the man want to make you enjoy it. 
Promise!  Promise?  Our lives may even depend on it....."

   "If you say so, mother.  But they are the enemy!"

   "Tush!  They are handsome young men who have not had sex in an age....
like me....  and just need loving to make them really nice.  Now you go and
tell Leeann what I have said.  It's even more important for her.  I think
the handsome young one with red hair will be the one who gets her.  He's
been looking at her for the past hour!  I expect he'll be as inexperienced
as her.  Tell her that too.  Now I'm going back to the Sergeant, and I
think the big guy with the mouth-organ is interested in me too!



   "Ask your man to play some music again: I enjoyed watching the young
ones dance."

   "He's called Max, and he's my number two.  A great lad, and clever too!
Max!  Some music for the Lady!"

   The Sergeant could not help comparing Lucy and her daughter Sophie. 
Both had the same high cheek-bones, and wide-set, full-lipped mouths that
promised passionate temperaments.  Both had clear blue eyes, perhaps Lucy's
a deeper blue than her daughter's, and both had that so-sexy blonde hair,
Lucy's shining to her naked shoulders, her daughters in a pony-tail secured
with a ribbon exactly matching the blue of her eyes and the satin of her
tiny bra and the little pouch of her bikini panties.

   Lucy's tits were perfect: not small by any means but improbably firm and
pert for a woman who must surely be forty, her daughter's hidden by the
cups of her bra, but clearly just as firm and perky.  The girl's legs were
long and slender like her mother's but the younger girl had an enticing gap
between her thighs, just under that sweet little pouch with its hint of a
crease defining her pussy lips.  As you would expect her mother had more
robust, less slender thighs, but shapely, and that they were strong he knew
from the sex they had enjoyed.  Both both women had flat, athletic-looking
bellies.  Lucy's hips were broader, her bottom fuller and rounder, but
jutting nicely, suggesting sex, while her daughter's was almost boyishly
slim.  Both had all-over tans, it seemed.

   Lucy caught his examination of her near-naked daughter and smiled at
him.

   "Yes!  She is lovely, isn't she?"

   She was dancing now, one of the troopers behind her, the other facing
her: her eyes were glittering and her excitement at the rhythm of the music
and the sinuous movements of her partners was obvious....  and to The
Sergeant almost unbearably sexy.
As the couple watched the girls dance, Leeann almost chastely with the
red-haired lad, Sophie provocatively with her two partners, the trooper
behind her reached round her and clasped her belly, pulling her backward
onto himself.  Still jigging with the music she must have been very aware
of his erect penis pressing against her near-naked bottom, nothing but the

narrow strand of satin separating it from her anus and pussy lips.

   Lucy gasped as she watched her daughter grasp one of those hands and
place it on her breast.  The palm covered it, and fingers then slipped down
inside the cup to fondle naked teenage flesh, an erect girlie-nipple. 
Sophie looked over her shoulder at the lad, laughed, reached behind, and
unclasped her bra, allowing the flimsy material to fall away and reveal her
breasts in all their young glory.

   She grasped the other hand, still resting on her belly, and moved it two
inches south to rest on the little pouch of her bikini.  Again fingers down
inside the satin exploring her pubic fleece, her pussy lips.  Two handed
for a moment, the trooper pulled the tight bikini bottom downwards,
revealing the prettiest little blonde triangle, naked, hairless cunt
lips....  it fell useless now to her ankles, and as she jigged to the
music. happy, laughing, she stepped out of it.  Naked, except for her
shoes....  and so lovely The Sergeant thought.

   "I think you must have advised the girl to be sensible, Lucy?"

   "I told her they were decent lads and very handsome: she could do a lot
worse.  They were certainly going to have her, so she should try to enjoy
it.  If she allowed them to they would be only to happy to make it very
pleasurable for her.  If rape is inevitable, then enjoy it.  I told her to
tell Leeann what I had said, and she promised she would enjoy it....."

   "As did you, Lucy!  And as did I!  But you are getting goose-pimples. 
You have a lovely body and it will be a shame to cover it, but it is
beginning to get cold.  All right for those youngsters, but may I help you
dress again?

   The Sergeant held the bra for her and clasped it behind her back,
smoothing the satin over her breasts, feeling them through the satin, all
in the pretence of helping to get a complete and comfortable fit.  She
smiled quietly to herself as he held her knickers for her to step into, and
then made sure with pressure from his hand on her mound and on the crotch
of the knickers, pulling them tight up to again ensure a fit.

   Lucy was reminded how her husband enjoyed fondling her body when she was
in her underwear, the silkier and sexier the better.  She had bought a
satin basgue and retro stockings so they could celebrate his return
together....

   She had a momentary flash of guilt when she remembered how she had
enjoyed being taken, gently but very thoroughly, by this handsome man: only
the second man who had fucked her.  How much, if anything, should she tell
her man when he returned?

   And what about the girls.  Should he know about their fall from grace?
It was obvious Sophie at least was taking her advice and making sure her
two suitors had pleasure of her body, and in so doing would give her
pleasure.  She smiled to herself.  No!  He must know nothing!

   "You men love the feel of silks and satins, don't you?" She laughed, a
deep and throaty sound.  the sound of a woman who grunted in her passion,
he thought.

   "I certainly do, when the lady has a body as good as yours.  Lucy
Culpepper!  Seems a shame to cover it, but it will soon be evening." He
held the silk dress up for her to step into, and fastened it down the back,
again not forgetting to smooth it over her breasts and bottom!  "Well, will
I make a good lady's maid?"

   "I don't think I have ever met a more masculine man!  You call me Lucy,
and I've got bored with calling you Sergeant.  What is your name?  It seems
odd asking you that after what we have just been doing together, but
perhaps the world is changing..."

   Gustavus Horton, Lucy, but I usually answer to Gus...

   "Well, Gus, you are far to handsome to be a lady's maid or even her
manservant: you would be a constant temptation to any lady...."
"As are you a temptation to any red-blooded male: we are a matched pair,

my sweeting."

   "Lucy almost blushed at the first time he had used a term of endearment,
but was very aware what effect it had on her body: her chest felt tight,
and her pussy was wide awake.  There was no doubt something had been
liberated in her by this man....  and his companions.



   For while her mother was dressing again her daughter had lain down,
completely naked now, no shoes, on a couple of cushions her suitors had
placed on the slatted verandah and was waiting for them with every sign if
eagerness, while the two young men stripped off.  Lucy studied them, and
especially those triangular backs and hard, muscular bottoms.  Each had a
rampant cock, and it looked as if they would do justice to her lovely
daughter.

   One lay facing her, his head in her crotch and his cock in her face: the
other lay with his cock nestling between the cheeks of her bottom, his
hands under and on top of her, feeling those splendid teenage breasts. 
Lucy's cunt warmed even more as she watched, and wished she still had Gus'
hands caressing her breasts.  She had been too quick to agree to dressing
again....

   "Your daughter don't look cold, Lucy!"

   "Getting chilly though."

   She got up from her chair and sat down in Gus' lap, welcoming his arms
around her by lifting one hand to her breast.  "Shameless" she thought. 
"Shameless conduct.  But I'm so far into it all now I may as well really
enjoy it."

   She turned her head to her new lover and pursed her lips in invitation.

   "Now this really is warm and cosy, in the arms of a handsome man..."

   He kissed her, and the embrace lasted minutes as both watched the girl's
first lessons in the art of love.  It was fascinating how Sophie had her
lips round the boy's cock even before he had his mouth on her pussy, but he
was not far behind as they enjoyed her very first bout of oral love-making.
It seems it is instinctive as she moved her head back and forth in the
time-honoured way, pausing sometimes to lick his so-masculine-scented
balls, only to return to that sucking and slurping, her hands kneading male
flesh wherever they landed.

   At her back, the other young man had wiped his cock in her pussy from
behind, and was placing it to push....

   She gave a little start, a tiny cry, not of pain, but of surprise as
much as anything as his knob popped into her, and his strong hips drove his
cock home till his muscular thighs rested on her jutting bottom.

   Cam had stopped playing his mouth organ and was watching the threesome a
couple of paces away.

   Leeann grabbed the red-headed boy's hand and they scampered away, down
the steps and over the lawns towards the lake.

   Lucy and Gus watched from afar as the twelve-year-old girl stripped off
her white cotton dress, her white bra, and those gleaming white knickers,
kicked off her shoes, ran along the wooden jetty and dived in, a perfect
arc.  The boy had taken a second or two longer but followed her in, and
struck out strongly after her.

   "Shit!  It's cold.  Too cold."

   Leeann laughed.

   "From high in the mountains' snowfields.  Wimp!"

   "Wimp perhaps.  This is just too cold."

   He returned to the jetty, hauled himself out, and lay down in the long,
lush grass soaking up the last heat of the sun.

   Her mother squinted and could just see her youngest daughter lay down
beside the boy and toy with his hairless chest, and comb her fingers
through his red pubic hair.  He was reciprocating, stroking her
near-hairless mound, cupping her pussy lips, stroking her breasts.

   Her attention was immediately drawn back to the tangle of armes and legs
that was the trio on the cushions: Sophie had started to grunt her passion,
presumably one grunt with each spasm of a mighty orgasm.  No trauma in
losing her virginity here!

   "I recognise that sound, sweeting!  I wonder if she learned it from you,
or whether it is something in the family genes.  Whatever, it is very sexy,
and driving the lad on to even greater efforts.  Look how his body bashes
into her bottom each thrust!"

   "I thought every woman made that noise as she came...."

   "No, sweeting, only you and your daughter.  Perhaps I have not met
enough really, truly passionate women...."

   "It makes me feel quite hot, Gus, and I can feel you knobbly again under
my bottom: turns you on too?"

   He nodded.

   "I've never done that, you know.  I mean been sucked off by one man
while another fucks me at the same time.  It must be fantastic."

   "We should try, sweeting!  Make tonight a night to remember.  Look they
are switching around, and she's got Theo's wet dick in her mouth now.... 
soon get it stiff again if she sucks like that!  And look at Mark go: I
doubt if he'll last long at that pace."

   The rhythmic grunts started again.....

   "Sounds as if he won't need to last!  Tell me, Lucy, which of the guys
do you fancy to make a third in our bed tonight."

   She thought a moment.  This was getting serious.  But it looked so
delicious she wanted it!  And Cam was big, broad and quiet spoken.  She was
sure he would be a fantastic lover.  Also he was the only one who had so
far kept his dick in his trousers, which betokened a considerate,
discriminating man.

   "Oh!  It would have to be Cam..."

   "Well, ask him!"

   Could she.  So shy-making.  But that's what she wanted so...  "Cam, Gus
and I would like you to share our bed tonight, give us some of what we have
all just been watching."

   "I could refuse a sexy, beautiful and elegant lady nothing: it will be a
delight."

   "Come here and cuddle us!"

   Forgotten now those accusations of an indecent assault!



   The trio seemed to be finishing, was collecting up bundles of clothes
and leaving.....  presumably to bed, Lucy guessed with a secret smile.

   Down beside the lake the girlish laughter was loud enough to carry to
where Gus, Cam and Lucy were cuddled together on the garden bench, hands
exploring bodies, especially breasts and bulges.  They were for the moment
too interested in each other to notice that the threesome had finished for
the moment, had now gathered their clothes, and were going, naked, one
assumes to Sophie's bedroom pausing a moment to glance towards the lake. 
They probably all three had some interest in the seduction scene just
within eyesight.

   It was a scene that could be mirrored in so many parks and recreation
grounds in the early evening: a twelve-year-old girl, laughing, teasing an
older lad, pretending to run away but allowing herself to be captured.  Not
naked, perhaps, or not so often sadly!

   Leeann was looking over her shoulder, laughing and yelling "Wimp",
"Wimp", while Ginger chased her, finally catching her up and wrestling her
to the ground, making sure she fell on top of him and not vice versa.  It
was fun to be rough and he could see she wanted that, but he did not want
to hurt her.

   They wrestled for a moment or two, Leeann still giggling and laughing,
Ginger distracted by her nudity and especially by her pretty little
breasts, but he managed to turn her over, laying athwart his thighs, her
cute little bum just placed right.....  to spank her.  He slapped her with
his open hand, eliciting a...

   "Ow!  That hurt."

   "I'll show you what a wimp can do..."

   Two more resounding slaps, and then he relented.  That bottom was really
too nice!  He stroked it.  Leaned over and placed a wet kiss on each
rounded, silky buttock.

   "That's nicer....  But you can spank me if you want....  I can feel what
it does to you.  And that's so nice!"

   He turned her over and as they lay side by side in the lush, cool grass,
took her in his arms and kissed her.  Their bodies were still wet from the
swim, and they slid a bit against each other in the passion of the embrace.
His tongue in her mouth, then hers in his, kissing with wide open mouths.
He felt her little hand slide between them and feel for his cock.

   She whispered.  "It shrank in the cold water, but it's proper now..."

   "You sweet, little darling...."

   He wanted her breasts!  He moved back an inch or two to look.  They were
small, of course, little mounds crowned by pink aureoles and pink nipples.
He bent his head and kissed one.  Then the other.  Now almost the whole
breast in his mouth as he savoured the firmness and silkiness.  That hand
on his cock was gripping it now, and her other hand was combing into his
hair, holding his head to her bosom.  He nibbled at a pointy little nipple.
She was aroused....  or at least her nipples were!

   He felt down between their bodies.  He had got fleeting glimpses of her
pussy in the dash to the water, and then the chase across the meadow, and
knew her belly was flat and athletic, but her mound was rounded and as
silky-smooth as her little breasts.  Now he could feel just the lightest of
fine hairs under his fingers, more a fluff than a fleece.  He felt further
down: pussy lips hairless, closed.  Ginger slipped inside.  Slippery.
He removed his hand, and saw the girl's half-amazement half-amusement as

he licked his finger.  Lovely.

   "Kiss me again, Ginger."

   This time he was laying on top of her, and she seemed to be enjoying his
weight, her arms around his neck and back, pulling him even closer.  His
cock was pressed up against her pussy, and then it happened!

   Neither of them had intended it, at least not with their conscious
minds, but as their bodies writhed and pressed against each other his knob
found the way into her vagina.  She gave a little cry....  not of pain.  Of
surprise perhaps.  But hugged his body even tighter as the whole of his
cock's shaft slid into her.  stretching and filling her vagina, touching
her cervix with its knob at exactly the point their pubes came together.

   "That's lovely, Ginger,,,,"

   And they were fucking.  It had been so natural, unplanned, mutual
passion the way it should be.

   Leeann knew she was young at twelve, but also knew her cunt could
accommodate at least the candle she sometimes used.  But this was better!
Far better!

   And, yes!  Yes!  "Oh my god, I'm cumming.  Harder, faster.  Yes!  Oh
yes! Oh!  Aaaaaaaah."

   She grunted, as the women of her family did when strong spasms coursed
through their bodies.  Hers might be young and tender, but it was ready. 
God!  She was ready.  And Ginger, too, as each of her grunting contractions
milked a gusher of hot sperm deep inside her.

   They lay for long moments, lips together, hands caressing, cunt still
filled with cock.  Then with a farting noise, her vagina expelled his
now-limp penis.

   Momentarily embarrassed by the crude noise, Leeann laughed when she saw
her lover's smiling face.  He was so handsome, she thought.

   "That was my first, Ginger, My first ever.  And it was lovely."

   "It was only my second, little darling, and it was better than lovely!"

   "You did it once before?"

   "Once.  But it was no good really.  Just before the great battle, when
we thought we might all be killed, the guys clubbed together and bought me
a whore.  They said I should not die a virgin."

   "That was nice of them." She kissed his brow, tasting the sweat there.

   "Yes!  But it was no good really as she was too cold and
professional.... it was almost like, well, doing yourself if you know what
I mean."

   "Yes, Ginger, I know exactly what you mean.......  And this was so
different, so good."

   "It's getting cold.  Let's get dressed again."

   "And back to my bedroom for some more....."



   Gus, Cam and Lucy had watched, from afar, the love-making by the lake:
this and the cuddling and caressing had made Lucy feel properly randy,
ready to take these two handsome men to her bed....

   "I've decided my husband should know nothing about what I and the girls
have been up to.  Will you all be gone before he returns?

   There was a silence.  A long one, and then....

   "We thought you must know, Lucy: it was ten days ago."

   "We get no news here: the Blue Mountains communication mast was blown up
by saboteurs a month ago, and since the hands ran away there has been no
visitor to the estate, and no news at all."

   "Tell Lucy about Moxon, Cam."

   "It was ten days ago, Ma'am, and bad news for you I fear.  General
Kublikov surprised the Rebel army at just outside Moxon.  He forced marched
the whole army through a moonlit night and by dawn had General Smith's
eight thousand rebels completely surrounded by our thirty five thousand,
and all the army's massed artillery.  The bombardment started at dawn, and
every time the rebels tried to charge the guns or break out they were just
mowed dowm by artillery and massed rifle fire.  They never even got near
our positions.  The slaughter, for that's what it was went on for a full
seven hours.  They refused three separate offers of surrender and no-one
can say they were anything but very brave, very proud men.  At eh end of
the battle their last few hundred dismounted troopers and infantry made a
final suicidal charge.  We think they knew their cause was lost and did not
want to survive.  They were brave men: your man and son were in that last
charge.  There were no survivors, and not one rebel escaped.  It was a
total victory.  We lost eighteen men: against thousands...  No-one will
return.  I'm sorry Ma'am....."

   "How do I know my men were killed.  How can I be sure?"

   "Bring my saddle bag, Cam."



   He removed an oil-cloth packet from the leather bag, and handed the
contents to Lucy.  It was her husband's dog-tag and a wristwatch with a
strange image on the face.  A tear rolled down her face.

   "It was the boy's.  The funny mouse was a cartoon character on Old
Earth, he says, and it was his favourite possession.  He must have had it
with him when..."

   Gus hugged her close.  "They were put into my hand by the General
himself after he gave Ginger his gallantry medal.  He gave me this too,
signed by the President..."

   Lucy looked at the heavy-paper with a government seal at the top
:'Married men in your troop are discharged from service.  The unmarried men
will continue in service as will you, their Sergeant, and will proceed to
The Roselands Estate in Sharford County, there to manage the enterprise in
the name of the Peoples Republic'.

   "There is a new management now, Lucy." He licked the tear from her
cheek, tasting the salt of her sorrow.  "You will have to be brave....  as
you advised your girls.  And we none of us know the first thing about
managing a huge agricultural estate....  but I suspect you do, Lucy.  And
you must help us for the good of your girls, yourself, and the workers.  We
will ride out tomorrow and find them, bring them back.  They will be happy
that there is no longer any slavery on this planet...."

   "The girls need to be told...."

   "Time for that tomorrow, Lucy.  Tonight should be one of unbridled
pleasure for them.  And for you....  and for Cam and me.  Pleasure will not
cure sorrow but it may place it at a distance....."



   At that moment young Timon appeared, holding hands with a burly trooper.

   "Lord!  I forgot about Timon!  I'm ashamed."

   "No need to worry about the boy, Lucy.  Jenkin has a way with boys and
they just adore him.  Look how happy the boy is."

   "On cue, Timon called out, "Mummy.  This is Jenkin.  He's a very nice
man.  Very....."

   Jenkinshad sat in front of the used plates and glasses, and Timon sat in
his lap: the boy did indeed look absolutely comfortable with this hulking
great trooper, and as he smiled happily he looked so cute in his tight,
shiny shorts and nothing else.

   "Well, boy, venison or pork?"

   "Venison." the boy giggled.  "I've just had a lot of pork!"

   "You little rascal".  Jenkins pinched the boy's cheek, and then kissed
the back of his neck.  Lucy could not help noticing the man's left hand
covering the boy's naked nipple, his right resting in the boy's lap.

   "You're a bit knobbly to sit on, Jenkins!" The boy was giggling: after
all he was only twelve...  "I think I would like some more pork, later."

   "Good idea.  But get round this first.  Feed the inner man..."

   Lucy knew, of course, that her Timmy had been seduced.  But he seemed
happy.  So why worry?  The whole world had changed, and she would just have
to make the best of it like her and the girls.  If that involved sex, well
at least he seemed to be enjoying the attention.  Thinking of which, she
could use a bit more "attention" too!

   "It will be dark soon, and it's getting cold.  Come you two eager lads
and let's find somewhere warmer....."



   Ginger had never seen such luxury: he was by no means from a poor family
but Leeann's bedroom was something else.  He stood by the four-poster bed
and felt the violet and pink hangings....  silk!  There was ornamental
plasterwork...  animals, trees, flowers ....  all over the ceiling, and
velvet and silver gilt was everywhere.  He pushed on the mattress: springy.
Sheets....  silk too!  Mirrors, pictures, an open wardrobe full of dresses
and riding gear.  A rack of pretty shoes.  Deep carpets.  Gas-lights.  This
was what ownership of a great estate could mean!

   No toys or fluffy animals he noticed.  This really was quite a grown-up
twelve-year-old......  but he already knew that.  A heap of women's
magazines, and a large screen at a desk, with a keyboard in front of it. 
On the desk a large silver frame with a picture of a near-naked male
swimmer, head encased in a swimmer's cap, and for the rest just a tiny
shiny pouch that hinted of good-sized equipment inside it!  Broad
shoulders, he noticed, hairless chest, and tiny hard bum.....  not unlike
his own body.  Clearly this was the type Leeann liked, and a good thing
too.

   Meanwhile Leeann had stripped off her dress: she must have left her bra
by the lake somewhere, not that those perky little breasts needed it.  Her
nipples were still hard and erect, seeming to pull those small pink
aureoles, and indeed the whole perfect breasts, outwards and upwards as if
with invisible strings.  Spectacular and soooo-sexy!  She was getting out
of her knickers, smelled them in a most unfeminine gesture, and threw them
in the corner.

   "I've dribbled your cum into them: they're soaked!  Oh come on, Ginger,
stop admiring the furniture and let me see you properly."

   She picked at his belt, undid it, untied the laces on his uniform
trousers, and reached inside his shorts to find that stiff cock.

   "Come on.  Get naked and we'll shower together.  That'll be fun!"

   The shower room was as luxurious as the bedroom.....  all natural white
marble from the Blue Mountains, gold plated taps and fittings, and a bidet.
He smiled.  He knew what a bidet was for but never expected to see one:
only real toffs and up-market brothel whores used them.

   There was only one shower head so it was sexily cosy the two of them
under the same needle spray....  just above body heat he guessed.  The soap
was in a squeezy bottle and as soon as they were wet Leeann took a
palm-full and started to soap his back, very soon migrating to his bottom,
and within moments her hands were on his cock and balls.  Hard already as
they had been ever since his first glimpse of her naked body.

   "Your hair is full of dust.  Close your eyes, Ginger."

   He felt her hands working through his locks, and then the water spraying
the soap off.

   "Open them now."

   She was wearing a transparent shower-cap, her blonde pony-tail scrunched
up into it, but her sweet body invited the caress of his soapy hands. 
Starting with her breasts, feeling the silky texture of the skin, the
firmness and muscle-tone, those sexy little nipples....  little, yes, but
for a twelve-year-old surprisingly tactile and responsive to a male caress.

   She had one hand on his cock and the other round him, resting on his
bottom.  gripping the cock, and stroking and squeezing his buttocks.  She
seemed content to let him caress her anywhere, so he cupped his hand over
her pussy and stroked there, suds running down her thighs to the marble
floor.  He opened the lips and let his hand stroke inside the outer lips,
up to her clitoris.  rewarded with a stronger grip on his penis.  He turned
her round and soaped her back, suds spreading downwards to her bottom
jutting out just slightly suggesting femininity, but still slender and firm
as a boy's.  He spread the buttocks revealing her secret place, pink like
her aureoles, and tight-closed.  So virginal!  He soaped it with an
impudent finger and was rewarded with a little squeak from Leeann, not
protest, more surprise.  But she leaned back into him, allowing him to slip
a soapy finger knuckle deep into her anus.

   He must really love her to clean her there, she thought.  And greatly
daring stuck her finger an equal distance up his bottom!

   "Even there?" she whispered.

   "I'm going to kiss you all over, sweetie, everywhere.  and even there.
You are so lovely!

   "I think you are lovely too, and I'm going to kiss you everywhere
too...."

   "Kiss me now, Leeann..."

   And so the two young lovers, neither virgins now, but both with the
excitement of new discoveries, hugged under the shower as the water washed
the soap from the, each with a finger in the other's arse!

   Leeann insisted on drying his hair with the electric hair-dryer, and had
him comb her bolnde hair till it shone.  Wise girl knew some pleasures
increased as one delayed them...

   But they fell together onto her huge bed and immediately his mouth was
on her breasts, licking, nibbling, sometimes feeling the texture with his
cheek and making her shiver as his three-day stubble titillated the soft
skin.

   "I wish they were bigger."

   "They are perfect, so perky, so firm and so silky.  And look how when I
push the nipple in with my tongue it immediately pops up again."

   "I love that, Ginger, there's a sort of thread from my tits down to my
clitty and when you suck and caress my breasts, I'm sure it makes my clitty
hard, and all wet for you..."

   An invitation not to be refused, and his mouth now on the mysterious
cleft under that downy, rounded mons.  He parted the lips with thumb and
forefinger and his tongue confirmed her cunt was weeping with pleasure, her
little nub stiff like a tiny cock or, better still, like her nipples.  He
tasted, salty, spicy....: he snuffled with his nose: so feminine, and yet
subtly little-girl, less pungent than the only other woman he had known,
the Moxon whore.  Much, much sexier, cleaner, desirable, suckable,
lickable. Oh yes!  This was good!  His cock, with a life of its own it
seemed, was stiff as he rubbed it against her body with completely
involuntary fucking movements.  soon he would need to have her, or cum over
these fine silk sheets!

   But first....  he turned her over so her bum jutted up, parted her legs
so the closed lips of her hairless pussy made a sort of purse between her
legs, seen from the back.  He parted her cheeks.  That pink, tight anus he
had just penetrated with his index finger to the first knuckle was closed
tight, but as pretty as a rose in a white bed.  He just had to!  He kissed
her anus, and his tongue penetrated where his finger had shown the way.

   A girlish squeal, and then giggles.

   "Oooh!  Ginger!  That tickles!  Don't stop.  It's nice, I never knew it
could feel good there.  But how could you....?"

   "How could I not want to kiss such a pretty bottom?  See I can get my
tongue in a long way..."

   My turn now.  My turn to kiss you all over.  You've had your go!"

   It was like a new game to the twelve-year-old, new and exciting, and
what grown-up women did!  Why should they have all the fun?

   Her tongue circled one nipple and then the other: then he felt her teeth
nibbling gently.  He hoped she would not bite!

   "That's lovely, Leeann, just like that.  Oh yes!" As she pulled on his
nipple with her teeth, so lightly, the pain was almost as exquisite as the
pleasure.

   He heard her giggle, and then her lips and tongue were wandering down
his chest to his belly.  He felt tiny hands combing through the hair on his
belly, around his cock.

   "Lovely golden red hair, Ginger.  Mine will be ash blonde like Sophie's,
but it would be nice to have flaming hair like yours....  Sunrise and
sunset hair."

   Her tongue had found the eye of his cock-head.  Grasping his cock again,
though her fist would not close round it, she licked at the precum oozing
from the little slit.

   "Tastes just a bit salty."

   He felt her lips close around his knob and then as she still held the
base of it she slid her lips down over the shaft till he felt her face
touch his pubic hair.  She gagged.  Her mouth was pulled away.

   "It touched right to the back of my throat....  I can't do that!  But if
I hold it like this in my fist....." He felt the warmth and wetness of her
mouth again as her head bobbed down, and her blonde hair flowed over his
thighs and belly "....  Yes, that's the way!"

   "That's lovely, sweetie, but if you keep sucking like that I'll cum."

   "I want that.  I want to taste you...."

   "Yes, that would be great.....But let's fuck again first and then we can
have some proper oral sex after.  I want to fuck you again, sweetie."

   He tried to get up, but she giggled and lay on top of him, her breasts
on his torso, her head between his legs, now nibbling at his balls, pulling
at the loose skin of their bag with her teeth.

   He groaned.  As she lay he could see the inside of her thighs, slender
and white, stretching up to her pussy, now a little bit open as the lips
had puffed up.  Her clitty was still hidden, but the lips glistened now
with her juices.

   "You'll make me cum.  We have got to fuck right now."

   "OK!  Me on top though this time."

   There must be some age-old instinct, he thought, unless somebody had
been teaching her...  her daddy?  Her big brother?  Little Timon?  He
dismissed the thought: he was convinced he really was her first, and she
had worked it out for herself, or found a book somewhere perhaps.  She sat
astride him, still holding his cock so it was now completely vertical,
placed the knob, and with a sigh sank down on it till her thighs rested on
his pubes and he was completely buried in her.

   She was no weight at all to the fit young soldier.....



   In the next rooms along the corridor Timon and Jenkin had showered, with
all the mutual fingering and caressing that involved.  Timon had never seen
anyone so hairy....  not even the farm labourers.  This giant of a man,
with arms as thick as most strong men's thighs, and really massive thighs,
had black hair all over.  His chest, belly and cock, of course, but on his
shoulders too, and not only in the crack of his arse, but even on the
cheeks of his broad, hard buttocks.  Timon found his cock stiff just
looking at him as he undressed, and he thought he might cum when he was
told to soap him down....  especially his cock and balls, and bum.

   For such a big man he seemed to have a nice long cock, but not really
very broad, and with a small, sort of pointy knob.  This was the first
erect cock Timon had seen....  apart from his own....  and he realised that
there was no foreskin.  He had heard some boys had been "cut"...  and this
cock was too.  It looked more elegant, somehow, than his own with its long
fringe of skin, and he enjoyed soaping and studying it, just as he had
earlier in the stables, when he had kissed and sucked on it, those great
hairy hands grasping his head while Jenkin fucked his mouth.  But now he
could really look at it close, and finger it, and weigh the balls in his
cupped hands, and pull at the skin of the balls.  All while pretending to
soap him down.  His bum too, and especially the crease and the hidden
place....

   Jenkin must have liked the boy's body too....  the complete opposite of
his own, because he stroked and caressed, and told the boy how handsome he
was.

   "Are you going to suck my cock again, Jenkin?  That was so good in the
hay, and I'm stiff again.  Everso....."

   "First I'm going to show you how men clean inside....  and boys too."

   Timon watched as he unscrewed the shower head from its flexible tube,
smeared soap on it, let it run slowly and tested the heat.  "Not too
hot...".  In amazement he saw the man stick the nozzle in his bum hole and
allow it to fill up with warm water.

   "There!  Now all I have to do is keep that all in for a few minutes. 
Your turn now.  The water is just right...."

   Jenkins watched as the boy stuck his bum out and managed to get the end
of the nozzle in.

   "Tight fit...."

   "Of course.  You're twelve and I'm twenty eight.  S0 I've got a bigger
arsehole.  Now that should be enough.  All we have to do is keep it all in
for a few minutes.

   Next door a series of grunts loud enough to be heard even through
well-constructed stone walls.  Timon looked at Jenkin.

   "Mother does that some nights....  but that's Leeann's room."

   "Then I expect Ginger is giving her a good fucking.  Kiss me while we
wait for the douche to work."

   He picked the boy up and Timon clasped him with arms around his neck and
legs round his waist while they played the game of mouths and tongues the
boy had learned amid the horses and hay of the stables that same day.

   Timon could feel a hard cock pressing on his bottom, not in the crease
or against his anus: his left buttock was pressing down on it.

   "She's still grunting...."

   "Must be a good, long fuck.  Lucky girl.  Do you like girls, Timmy....?"

   "Mmmm.  I often think about them, but I think it's more fun with
you,Jenkin."

   "Even than it would be with Leeann?"

   He laughed.  "She wouldn't.  Not with me..."

   "You should try her some day, You might get a nice surprise."

   "If you loved me, like you said in the stables, then you wouldn't want
me to have someone else...."

   "Never, never be jealous, Timon.  A guy can love more than one man or
woman, or boy or girl.  So can a girl, and most do.  And all men and women
should be free without being blackmailed by jealousy...  You are born free
to do what you want, Timon.  I do love you but I'm never jealous.  You'll
find I love other men and boys too and you mustn't be jealous.  But now we
better shit out the water and rinse our bums."

   He kissed the boy and carried him from the shower to the bedroom, laying
him none to gently on the bed.  Timon opened his arms to welcome him and
was rewarded with a bear-hug, a kiss on the lips, and the feel of that
long, slender cock pressing into his thighs.

   Timon liked the gentle strength in those arms, and the insistent way the
man's tongue forced into his mouth, licking inside.  Then it was his turn,
and both their mouths wide open his tongue was admitted into the man's
mouth....  taste of the cider he had drunk for supper, not of the
"boy-juice" he had swallowed in the stables.

   They caressed each other, and Timon could not get enough of that hairy
body, all muscle and bone, no fat or flab, so hulky and masculine.  He
promised himself he would be big and strong like this when he grew up.

   Jenkin turned the boy on his belly and lay with his head on the small of
the boy's back, licking the smooth, flawless skin while he stroked the
boy's fine locks, blonde and silky like the whole family it seemed.  There
were fine blonde hairs at his neckline and the man licked and kissed there,
his cock almost painfully hard with the boy's devastating beauty, and above
all his willingness, eagerness to learn.

   The boy's bottom jutted up slightly as he lay, but the hips were slender
and the buttocks, though rounded, were no longer those of a child.  Not yet
muscular or manly, they were nonetheless firm, smooth, silky as he caressed
them, kneaded them, licked and kissed.  He spread the boy's buttocks, and
there was the tight-closed flower of his anus, like a rose hidden in the
crease of his buttocks, virginal still, but as Jenkin knew prepared and
ready to be plucked.  The skin was so smooth there, but had two little
fold, as if the rose had petals.  It was pretty as well as being sexy.  The
man leaned in and placed a wet kiss right on the anus, lingering there,
mouth open, while he tongued round and round the closed rim with his
pointed tongue.

   The boy wriggled as the tongue tickled, and the man's stubble-cheeks
rasped the tender skin of the inside of his thighs.  But it was good, and
he told the man so.

   "That's nice.  I didn't know it could feel so good there...  Oooh!"

   The little yelp was as the man slid the point of his tongue through the
boy's anus, reaching inside to his rectum, staying there, and circling
inside as it had earlier outside the sphincter.  He pushed his bottom up to
maximise the penetration, and giggled.

   "That feels so nice, no, don't stop!"

   But Jenkin had turned the boy over again, and the tongue that had been
in his bottom was in his mouth again.

   "I'm going to teach you what men do when they have sex..."

   "It was good when you fucked my mouth and squirted all that hot spunk in
it...  And then when you sucked the juice out of mine."

   "Yes!  That's one good thing men and boys can do for each other, but
where can I find some oil or grease, even butter would do?"

   The boy blushed, but replied, "There's a bottle in the bedside
cupboard."

   "No need to blush, Timon: we all jerk off."

   "Even you, Jenkin?"

   "Especially me when there is nothing better.  Not when I have found an
incredibly handsome little playmate though." So you use the oil when you
jerk off?"

   The boy was still blushing.  "It stops my willy getting sore if I do it
more than once...."

   "And I expect it's good imagining feeling Leeann's tits, seeing her
pretty pussy, licking her clitty, sticking your stiff willy in her tight
little hole?"

   "I'm real hard now thinking about it.  But Sophie too."

   "I think you will have more luck at first with Leeann.  Ah!  Here's the
oil."

   He tipped some in his palm and pulling Timon onto his side, spread it
freely in the boy's crease.  Then an oily finger was slipped into the boy's
anus....

   "Now, Timmy, tell me if there's a place where it feels especially
good...."

   He rotated the finger, feeling the smooth sides of the boy's rectum. 
The prostate should be here, he thought, but the boy is too young to have
much of one yet.  But the nerve nexus would be there already...  Try
pressing here.  Here.  Here.

   "Just there, Jenkin, just there it feels good."

   "Tell me what you feel when I do this then.

   The boy's anus had relaxed, and he was able to get two fingers in.  He
finger fucked, making sure the prostate location was pressed each
insertion.

   "Feels full.  Feels strange.  But I think it would make me cum if you
did it a lot..."

   "Good!  Because now I'm going to fuck you there.  It may feel tight and
a bit painful at first, but that will pass and it will be fun.  All men
love it when they have learned to, and it doesn't take long to learn.  I
was younger than you when I was taught, eleven, and my lover had a wider
cock than mine is now.  Be brave?"

   "I'll be brave.  I want to learn to fuck...."

   "Good boy.  Now kneel down and we'll put a couple of pillows under your
belly.  Another one for you to bury your head in.  Now a lot more oil..."

   Not the first virgin bottom Jenkin had introduced to the delights of
passive anal sex: no, not by a long way!  And he had never forgotten how
carefully his first lover, the gentle giant Uncle Seth, had prepared him,
ensuring that for all his pre-adolescent years he enjoyed being 'bottom'
for a series of beefy 'tops' and on through adolescence.  This memory had
always stood him in good stead, and although his cock was urgent, he knew
it was worth taking his time, so he slipped two fingers inside the boy,
rubbed his prostate-place a bit, and gently opened his fingers, stretching
the anal sphincter.  The boy would be tight, of course, and all the better
for that, but he could feel the lad relaxing as he stroked his smooth
bottom, sometimes leaning to lick or kiss the small of his back.

   Nearly ready!  Three fingers now, in fact broader than his own slender
cock (a sodomite's knob his pointy, cut cock-head had been called by
several partners!)

   "OK?"

   "Yeah."

   "Try to stay relaxed..."

   He knew the boy would not but he spread the lad's buttocks his oily
hands slipping a bit so he had to grip quite hard, placed his knob and
pushed.  It slid in easily, but immediately he felt the anus contract, so
tight as to be almost painful!

   "Hurts!"

   He stroked the boy's buttocks with both hands, calming him as one would
a frightened pet animal.

   "It will pass and then be good.  Always!"

   He could see the boy biting the pillow, classic response, as he gently
slid his cock further till his thighs rested on Timon's buttocks and his
cock was completely engulfed in the warm tightness of a virgin arse.

   Time to start fucking, slowly, gently in and out.

   "I think you're missing the place you found with your fingers.  Doesn't
hurt so much, though...."

   He moved an inch or so higher on the boy's body and continued the long,
slow thrusts.

   "Oh yes!  It's rubbing me there now.  That's nice.  Oh yes!  I think you
can do it harder...."

   Harder and faster now, his hairy thighs smacking into that smooth,
rounded bottom, his hands feeling smooth skin on hips, bottom, back.  The
boy shivered as his new lover ran his finger nail down the length of the
flawless, slender back.  That bottom was wriggling, and moving back to meet
and maximise each thrust.  Not long now.

   The boy was shouting now.  "Yes!  Harder.  Faster." And then a scream of
joy "I'm cumming!  Fuck, I'm cumming".

   The timing was good for Jenkin, who had been hanging on trying to delay
his own orgasm.  Now he could let fly and fill the boy's bum with his hot
jism.





   In the next room, Leeann had been listening to the low murmur of voices,
knowing it was Timmy and Jenkin but unable to hear despite striving to. 
But you could not mistake those shouted words....  Harder, Faster, Cumming.


   She looked enquiringly at Ginger, laying beside her and fondling her
little breasts.

   He laughed.  "Sounds as if Jenkin has been teaching your Timmy how to
fuck.  And by the sound of it making a good job of it!"

   "You think Timmy has been fucked in his bottom?"

   "Sure of it!  And by the sounds he made he loved it."

   "I'm sure it would hurt me...."

   "Men are lucky, Leeann: they've got a place up there that girls don't
have, a bit like your clitty.  I think most women allow men to fuck them in
their bottoms sometimes because they know men like variety....  but they
say women don't really much like being buggered."

   Leeann stored away this new sex education info!  And so that was what
the naughty word "buggered" meant!

   "Hey!  You're stiff again.  Sophie once told me that although girls can
cum as many times as they want, boys can only really do it twice and then
they need a long rest.  But you're lovely and hard."

   "Sophie's right about men, but if they are in bed with a fantastically
pretty and sexy girl like Leeann then they can get it up!  But she's not
right about boys: they can do it over and over, though they might not make
spunk after two or three cums: doesn't stop them getting hard and cumming
again though.  They are randiest at about twelve."

   "Like Timmy...." Leeann said it slowly and quietly, thinking about it!
"But what I want now is to taste your spunk, Ginger, If I lay on my side
lie this you can fuck me in my mouth while I hold your cock in case you
make me gag by going too deep, and I can play with your balls too."



   The children, Leeann and Timon, were having rather conventional sex
compared with their mother and big sister, who had persuaded all four of
the guys to go to Lucy's bedroom and frolic on her huge four-poster, six in
the bed.  So a great tangle of arms, legs, hands everywhere, lips, cocks,
pussies, bottoms, blonde hair, black-matted chests.  Giggles, panting, sexy
comments, no-one quite sure who they were kissing, caressing.

   Sophie thought to herself, "This is wild.  So good!  Who would have
thought we could have this.  At Roselands!  Stuffy old Roselands!"

   A cock was trying to penetrate her from behind.  Whose?  Who cares, a
nice hard cock.  She pushed her bum out at it, but in the melee of bodies
it went away to be replaced by the stubbled chin of one of the men, trying
to get his tongue in her pussy from the rear.  That went too, and instead a
tongue actually finding her cunt, and then her clitoris from the front. 
With a start she realised this chin and cheek was not stubbly or hairy....
it was as smooth as her own body.  It couldn't be!  But it must be!  Her
mother, Lucy Culpepper was licking her pussy, pulling at her clit with
pursed lips.

   She felt down, forcing her hand past a hairy male body, and found the
head of the person sucking her: silky blonde hair!  It was her mother!  She
reached further down and found Lucy's pert breast and squeezed on it,
enjoying the sensual feel of its silky firmness, but also encouraging more
sucking....

   For the first time in her young life Sophie realised in these brief
moments that a girl could find sexual pleasure with another female: what a
man could do with fingers and tongue so could a woman!  Her thoughts went
to Leeann, and then immediately to the magnificent, statuesque Donna
Mayhew, wife of one of the men who went off with Daddy.  She understood now
why she had always been fascinated by Donna...

   Donna was often caught ogling Sophie, too and there were wonderful
possibilities here, Sophie thought.  She wondered if Donna had the same
auburn hair round her pussy, or perhaps she was shaven smooth like mother?
Either way it would be good to suck and be sucked....

   But the spell was broken by Gus.

   "Spit-roast!  Let's spit-roast 'em!"

   "Right on, Sarge!"

   More raucous comments and laughter as the bodies disentangled
themselves. Lucy knew what spit-roast meant, though she never expected to
enjoy it herself, and knelt on the mattress.  Sophie took her cue from her
mother and knelt beside her.

   Lucy was pleased the Sergeant would be fucking her in the mouth as it
gave her the chance to feel his muscular body, as well as tom taste his
cum, so she pulled him into her, arms around that hard, cute bottom.  As
they knelt his cock was into her cheek and sometimes her palate so she was
taking it completely without danger of gagging.  Even better, Cam was into
her cunt, opening the outer lips with his left hand, holding his cock with
his right hand and wiping it in her crease, mixing her juices with his
precum, before ramming it in.

   Lucy was shoved forward by his first thrust, but recovered to push her
bottom back and meet his second.  His cock had looked longer than Gus' and
certainly it was broader....  she could feel it filling her cunt,
stretching it, and hitting her cervix at the end of each sweep.

   Sophie was in her element....  she was close to coming just thinking
about spunk being pumped into her mouth and into her cunt, and her two
young men were fit, handsome, and none too gentle as the took her.  Ned,
who was in her cunt, slapped her bottom, the flat of his hand stinging it
up.  She started forward, but decided it was sexy to be spanked too: at any
rate an extra thrill went though her body.  She wiggled her arse and pushed
backwards onto threinvading cock to show she would like more spanking.  She
got it!  And the slaps echoed round the tall, ornately carved ceiling.

   She could not have protested anyway as the other lad was holding her
head steady with both hands gripping twists of her blonde hair.  She could
not move her head as his cock drove in and out.  It was exciting, and
Sophie decided it was especially sexy to be used as a sex object, a
receptacle for the male spunk, what they called "cum" it seemed.

   Sophie was in fact the first to come, her grunts muffled but not stifled
by the cock between her lips.  The contractions of her vagina brought her
fucker off too, and his thrusts and exclamations of pleasure led to her
mouth being filled with deliciously urgent spurts of cum delivered by a
virile young trooper.  (Later she learned he was called Jethro.  She was
just a tad ashamed to realise she had enjoyed oral and anal sex without
knowing the guys' names.  And "enjoyed" was the right word: it had been
awesome, shattering, earth-moving!

   Filled at both ends she pulled all three of them over sideways to lay on
the bed and watch her mother's antics.

   Cam came, and Lucy too with the family grunts, but Gus did not.  Not
yet.

   So now Lucy could get what she wanted most at the moment.

   "Gus, fuck me from behind, while Cam sucks me off.  I've been thinking
about it and so looking forward to it.!

   She lay on her side.

   Sophie giggled and pulled her two lads by the hand from the bed.

   "We're going to my room, mother."

   "Don't tire them out too much, Sophie.  they've a hard day tomorrow."

   "This one's hard again already!  I'll just empty their balls and fill my
cunt, mummy!"

   They bundled up their clothes and left as the threesome sorted itself
out.



   Amazingly everyone was up early the next morning, bight-eyed and
bushy-tailed, and with hearty appetites.  It turned out that Timon had been
visiting both camps regularly, but secretly, and was able to tell the
troopers all they needed.

   The slaves....  ex-slaves....  were in an encampment in the bend of the
river above Sandy Ford.  They were well organised, had elected a committee
and the whole settlement was civilised and orderly.  They had all the
cattle and the goats, as well as ducks and chickens.  They had taken nearly
all the estate's wagons, a lot of horses, and plenty of food.  The camp was
a mess, and there was no structured way to decide anything about communal
affairs.

   The free and indenture hands, and were less organised, but had a camp
upstream near the Stepping Stones.  They had the sheep and pigs, though
they had slaughtered a lot of them.  They only had two wagons, and were
short of food.

   It was decided Timon should go to the ex-slaves as he got on well with
them .  Jenkin would go with him, and Leeann and Ginger.

   Everyone agreed the other camp would be more difficult.  The free and
ex-indentured guys would probably not be happy to hear the slaves were free
now, and there was the problem of telling a dozen or so women that their
men were dead, that they were widows.

   Sophie saw Cam raise an eyebrow and smile at Gus at the mention of
"widows".  She smiled inwardly: they had been making hay with her mother, a
widow, and clearly saw further opportunities with who knows how many young
widows!

   Lucy, Sophie, Cam and Gus would go to the other camp, leaving two
troopers to shift the coin and valuables from the stable-yard to the Estate
strong-room, and make a complete inventory of them.  Lucy decided it was
right to tell Ned and Jethro the other two hiding places where larger
silver items and more bullion had been buried.  She appreciated that Gus,
as Sergeant, was taking a risk trusting them, but assumed he knew Ned and
Jethro well by now....  months of battle together...  and two was probably
safer than one.

   It was the Government's money now in any case, and she guessed a thief
would not get far....



   It had only been a two hour ride to the ex-slaves' camp.

   "It's further for the others to the other camp", Timon offered as they
crested a low mound and saw the neat rows of tents, green meadows, cattle,
and people about their various tasks or just sitting in the sun.  A scene
of rural tranquillity and order Leeann thought.  As it should be after the
worry and alarms of the months of civil war, waiting for enemy troops to
appear out of the mountain and when they finally did....  well that had
been not too bad at all after the first few minutes!

   In the event the Council (properly elected it seemed) had accepted
joyfully the offer of freedom and return as free men and women to the
Estate.  They would start packing the wagons and penning the stock
immediately for a start at dawn on the morrow.  The only discussion was
whether they should party today in the camp or wait till they reached their
old homes!

   The decision to return was endorsed by acclamation by the whole
population in a gleeful show of hands and shout.

   Timon noticed, but was not surprised, that no-one had asked what the
wages would be now they were free....

   Timon knew a place by the river where they could rest the afternoon, the
four of them, eat the pies and drink the cider the camp had given them for
lunch, and swim if they wanted.  They could well leave the people to
organise the loading of wagons, the short trek, the droving of the cattle:
they were clearly good at organising and working together.....



   So it was to a charming spot.  The river was still and reflected the
warm sun, the rocks were marble, and on the far bank there were really
immense trees in which many-coloured birds flitted and sang.  Paradise. 
Timon said the water was deep enough to dive off the largest white rock.

   But hot in the sun....  and Leeann and Timon were the first to remove
some clothes.  Leeann down to her little yellow thong, cupping that sweet
little pussy Ginger had learned to adore, and Timon to his baggy white
underpants, nicely tented at the front as he saw his twin sister's pretty
little titties.  He remembered what Jenkin had said, and wondered if she
really would welcome a sexual advance from himself.

   Whether she would or not, Jenkin certainly would, and the big-built
trooper was removing his boots, trews jerkin and shirt to reveal those
muscles and matted black hair that added to the boy's excitement.  taking
his lead from the senior trooper Ginger too stripped off, totally in his
case as he wore nothing beneath his government cavalry uniform.  Leeann
felt her clitty wake up and guessed she was well-wet looking at the
contrast between his hairless chest and that flaming red pubic hair, from
which rose his handsome....  and very virile....  cock.

   God!  She wanted it again!

   The lass and lad watched as Jenkin hugged his little Timmy and the two
of them kissed as passionately as any newly weds....  which perhaps they
were, she thought with a smile: immediately Leeann and her lover did the
same.

   Leeann watched fascinated as her little Timmy knelt over Jenkin and
licked the length of the man's cock before opening his mouth wide and
eagerly accepting the knob into his mouth.  Timmy's cute little bum was in
profile for her but it was his eager sucking, his hair flopping as his head
bobbed up and down, that was what she was finding so interesting.  Sexy!

   Ginger was nicely hard!

   "Do me from behind, Ginger.  I want to watch them...."

   She lay on her side and pushed her bum backwards as she felt his cock
enter her vagina: he reached over her and started to rub her clitoris,
exactly as she enjoyed it most.

   She saw Jenkin whisper something and half-heard the words....  he wanted
Timmy's arse!

   The boy, giggling, lay on his back and raised his open legs. 
Immediately Jenkin was on top of him, spitting in his hand and wiping his
fingers across the boy's anus, then spitting again and making his cock
glisten.

   Leeann watched, entranced but also amazed.  Surely her little brother
could not accept that huge weapon up his little bottom?

   But he did, and she watched the knob first and then the long slow thrust
as the whole shaft was embedded, and they lay hugging each other, Timmy's
face smothered in that mat of chest hair.

   "OK?"

   "Mmmmm.  Do me as hard as you like...."

   Leeann felt Ginger's lips on the back of her neck, his fingers on her
clitoris tweaking, pulling, rubbing....  mostly rubbing...  that hard cock
filling her vagina just as her brother's arse was being stretched and
pummelled.  She watched, learning, fixing the scene in her memory: Jenkin's
body was still except for his powerful hips and arse driving his cock home.
The muscles of his broad bum clenched and relaxed with each thrust, and his
muscular body was almost unbearably sexy.  Ginger's thighs were now
smacking against her bum, almost drowning out the sound of the river
lapping on the stones.  There was now a squelching, rhythmic sound from the
homosexual couple.

   Not long now, she thought, as that driving cock and those busy fingers
were building her excitement.

   Then with a shout that frightened the jorum birds in the trees opposite
into a great flapping and screaming alarm, Timmy came...

   "Yeeeeeeees!  I'm cumming.  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

   And she saw his cock twitch and a stream of white juice splatter up over
his belly and chest.  Jenkin must have cum too, she guessed, as after four
crashing thrusts he eased down and finally stopped, his cock still deep
embedded.

   And it was so exciting to see her twin brother cum that her orgasm was
triggered too.

   Ginger heard her grunts, each timed to a spasm in her vagina, milking
his cock, and he came as well.

   The clearing by the river was quiet again, and the birds returned to
their shady roosts.

   Leeann thought it was good laying here on the soft grass, her cunt
filled with cock and cum, looking at the couple a two paces away, a
handsome, virile man and a beautiful boy, and the mystery of anal sex....

   "I would have thought it must hurt....?"

   It was a question and Ginger awoke from his reverie to answer.

   "Might first time, but once you learn to relax it's ok.  Anyway, Timon
loved it!"

   "Yeah!  Did you see how he came....  and he never touched his cock and
nor did Jenkin.  I watched: it was all Jenkin's cock that did it for him.
And look how Jenkin is licking up all Timmy's cum."

   And indeed, Jenkin had pulled his cock out and was licking and lapping
at the boy's belly, swallowing the gift of boy-juice.  He kissed Timon and
then whispered in his ear, turned him over, slapped his bum once playfully,
and the two of them ran to the great rock, diving into the pool.

   So graceful, Leeann thought, her twin brother, and so athletic too.  A
perfect dive, with scarcely a ripple as his smooth, sexy body entered the
water.  Heavier, and more splashes, Jenkin's dive, but both came up
laughing and spluttering.

   Leeann thought for a moment: perhaps she should try anal sex....  but
she was not keen on the idea it might hurt first time.  She needed to find
a small cock.  Timmy?  Why not?  Her clit and cunt told her he was sexy,
and apparently at his age boys could cum and cum again and again, not like
when they were older.  Ginger would need some time to recover.  Yes, Timmy!
She'd work on it!

   Her cunt expelled Ginger's cock, half-hard at best.

   "Let's join them!"

   God!  She had a sexy little bum, Ginger thought as she ran ahead of him
and dived gracefully into the deep water.  So firm, so rounded, that gap
between her thighs just under her pussy-lips....



   Strange how you can do things underwater you could not even think of on
dry land, she thought, as she swam under water towards Timmy, finally
bumping into him and briefly kissing his cock while she grasped his bum
two-handed.  The cold water had shrunk his "willy" as she had heard him
call it.  "Cock" sounded better, more grown-up, she thought with a smile.
But she knew about the effect of cold from her first encounter with Ginger!
It would soon grow again when warm!  She brushed her tits against him as
she rose out of the water laughing.

   "Too cold!"

   She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the shallows.  The river-polished
stones were kind on their feet until they were back in the meadow, and
laying down in the soft grass.

   "You've got goose-pimples!"

   "So have you, Timmy!  We should have borrowed towels.  Snuggle up and
we'll get warm.

   The two men, seing the twins hugging each other, caught each other's
gaze, smiled, and lay down together, within moments embracing.

   "Warmer now, Timmy?"

   "This is nice." He could feel her breasts against his chest and had one
arm over her, his hand resting on her bottom, He stroked it, not altogether
absent-mindedly.  It felt so smooth, so firm, so rounded, so sexy.

   She could feel his shrunken cock coming to life, swelling, and now stiff
and pressing hard into her belly.  It was time!  She placed her open mouth
to his lips, and found that his male lover had taught him to kiss.  They
hugged each other tighter and he felt his sister's tongue slip into his
mouth.  He enjoyed its searching around his teeth and palate and then it
was his turn, and he forced his tongue into hers.

   Two feet away from him the two men were in a tangle of arms and legs,
head to toe, Jenkin laying on top of Ginger....  each sucking the other's
cock.

   "Look at them.  I bet that's good, Timmy..."

   "It is...."

   "Let's...."

   And she was on top of the boy in an instant, her mouth around his cock.

   A fantasy come true for the boy, a lovely hairless pussy inches from his
face.  He studied it: a lovely smooth, silky mound and then pretty lips,
tight closed.  dare he?  Of course he dared.  She was sucking his cock for
god's sake.  He gently parted the lips with finger and thumb, and there was
the pink secret of her pussy, glistening, and with that little pearl.  He
knew about that from the impromptu sex-education old Mother Dooley had
treated him to in the slave camp.

   The scent was powerful, and sexy as well.  Tentatively he touched the
pink flesh with the tip of his tongue.  He felt her hand on the back of his
head, pulling his face up onto her, his mouth onto her pussy.  He licked,
and then nibbled at her clitoris....  as the old crone had told him girls
like.  She did like....  and told him so.

   "Yes!  Just there, like that!"

   "Don't stop!"

   He was amazed at how quick it was...  a few licks and tweaks and she was
cumming, her body tensing and relaxing, tensing, relaxing.  He felt a
sudden pride.  He had made her cum!

   And then she moved so she could kiss him on the mouth, tasting her
juices on his lips.

   "What about me," he thought, but did not say.

   He need not have worried because she rolled them both over so he was on
top, her legs open, her arms around his back, her tongue in his mouth
again. He could feel his knob-head pressing against her body.  He wanted
her tits.  He felt between thei bodies, and his hand cupped a small, round,
silky-smooth, firm little-girl breast for the first time, the nipple erect
and hard under his palm.

   "Oh yes!  Like that, Stroke them...."

   She slipped a hand between them and found his cock, holding it a moment
and then placing it exactly right....  so that when she pushed up....

   Suddenly his cock was engulfed in warmth, wetness, tightness, and with a
sense of amazed joy he realised his cock was in his sister's vagina.

   Un-taught there must be some deep instinct because the boy knew he had
to move it in and out, or perhaps Jenkin's spirited fucking of his arse
showed him the way.  Whatever, he was fucking her with all the vigour of a
fit, randy twelve-year-old boy, his little bum driving that cock into his
sister, his pubes crashing into hers.

   Leeann wriggled her body an inch or so further down his and now his cock
was raking her clitoris with each down-thrust.  She clasped her ankles
around his back and her mouth left his...

   "Oh yes, Timmy, Yes!  Like that.  Shit!  It's so good.  Fuck me hard. 
Yes!"



   Jenkin and Ginger had returned from the pool and stood a moment
watching.

   The scene, two beautiful teenage bodies, embracing, fucking, broke
through the cold and cocks stiffened.

   Jenkin laughed.

   "Leave them be.  The boy's doing well!"

   He reached for Ginger's cock, clasped it, and one arm around the youth,
groping his bum, kissed him.  Nothing unwilling Ginger reciprocated, arms
round the bigger man's neck.

   "Shall we?"

   "Yes!"

   And Ginger was on all fours, Jenkin behind him parting his buttocks and
rimming the youth's arse.  They must have done this before...  often... 
because there was no sign of pain as Jenkin shoved his cock into the
waiting anus lubricated with nothing but a few dabs of spittle.



   The two guys looked sideways as a shout from Leeann announced her
orgasm.

   "Yeeeeeeeeees!  Shiiiiiit!  Yes!  I'm cumming, Timmy, Oh God!  You're
good"

   And then the family signature of a series of deep-throated grunts.

   Ginger laughed.

   "Must be genetic.  They all do it."

   Leeann came, but to her amazement the speed and ferocity of Timmy's
fucking increased if anything, and just at the end of her orgasm when
usually with Ginger it would die away leaving the two of them satisfied and
warmly contented with each other and the world in general, then her body
was still responding, building to an impossible second climax.

   Still that cock slammed into her, always raking her clit, her vagina
tight now around it....  and the incredible happened.  The second climax
was even larger, stronger, longer-lasting.  No words this time, just her
mouth on his neck, her nails clawing his back, her panting, squeaking and
then the rhythmic grunts.

   But still her brother did not cum....  or if he had cum then his cock
was still hard and he wanted more as he drove her to a third climax, one
she thought would make her faint.  And this time her brother really did
cum, the orgasm of his young life, and one he would remember into old age.
He came, a great arse-aching, balls-draining cum.  In his sister!

   He collapsed on her, a huge feeling of pride also rewarding him.  He
knew he had fucked her well, and guessed she would be his for ever, that
she would be back for more....  often!

   AS for Leeann she had learned size was not everything, and promised
herself she would have Timon again, and often!

   They lay together, Timon stroking her breast, she with her face pillowed
on his belly, watching the two men.  Jenkin had fucked Ginger, and now he
was kneeling while the red-head fucked Jenkin.  His body was magnificent,
she thought, as she watched the youth's muscles ripple.  Timmy might be
done, but she could easily accept another....  she could just fancy Ginger
again now.  She was sensible enough, though, to let Jenkin have his
pleasure of the fit lad.

   Curious, she whispered low to her brother.  "I would have thought it
hurts...."

   "For a minute or two first time, but once you relax it's good."

   She promised herself she would try anal sex some time, but would look
for a man with a small cock.  Timmy, of course.  And he would know all
about it after his fun with Jenkin.



   Ten miles upstream Lucy, Sophie, Gus and Cam were laying and sitting on
the grass beside the river which reflected the blue sky in an almost
mirror-flat surface.  Their meeting with the free and indentured men had
not gone so well.  The few remaining free men were not happy about their
loss of status after the freeing of the slaves, and the indentured man were
already trying to re-negotiate wage rates.  They were told these were laid
down by the Government, the new owners, and they would be told individually
back at the Estate office.

   There was a lot of weeping and wailing from the new widows...

   They were all free to go if they wanted, but all the Estate property had
to be returned first.  Those that stayed would not be charged for the sheep
and goats they had slaughtered....

   Finally, all had bowed to the inevitable and the wagons would be loaded
for a return the morrow.

   Like the others, downstream, the four had decided to leave the camp to
get on with it.

   After the food, it was fucking time, and Cam wanted to fuck Lucy, and
Gus was very happy to sample her daughter.

   Both women enjoyed it....  and were laying together in the soft grass
while the men dived into the river.

   "Too cold for me!"

   "Me too!  Mother, I think it's going to be all-right..."

   "All-right?  I reckon it's going to be fucking marvellous.  Have you
noticed the troopers never swear?  Must have been well brought up.  Decent
lads...."

   "I don't know, mother.  Cam felt you up that first day, and they made me
strip and dance..."

   "But when they realised we were willing they were sweetness and light!"

   "And so well-formed.  Muscular and fit.  Like Gods....  And I enjoyed
it. I know you did!"

   She giggled.  Sometimes she could still be the little girl....

   Lucy's arm was round her daughter's neck and her other hand slipped down
to cup Sophie's breast, so pert and firm.

   "I'm going to have them all, Sophie.  And more men as well!  We're free
now, us women.  The men have always had as many women as they want, but for
us it was taboo.  Well, now we're free and equal.  I had to put up with
Hector's womanising but it's my turn now.  And I'll tell you something
else....  Gus and Cam do it better than he ever did."

   "That's nice, Lucy.  Just like that.  I've got sensitive nipples."

   To hear her daughter call her 'Lucy' was a shock but also and invitation
perhaps....

   She squeezed on the breast and leaned forward to lick the silkiness, to
pull at the erect nipple with pursed lips.

   "They'll all want you, Sophie.  The troopers, but also the farm workers
and skilled men.  You've a lovely body."

   "Your breasts are better," she hesitated...  ".....Lucy.  Just as firm
as mine, but bigger."

   Sophie was as surprised as her mother, using her name.  But laying as
they were, almost like lovers it seemed natural.  She was caressing her
mother's bosom as their lips met, and then they were hugging and kissing
passionately.

   Lucy slipped a hand between them and felt down towards her daughter's
pussy.  She had such a pretty little triangle of blonde pubic hairs.  Lucy
felt the swelling roundness of the girl's mound, and then her fingers found
the pubic hair, It was fine and silky, not at all wiry, and scarcely curly
either.  Lucy had been waxing hers away ever since Hector had asked her to
on their wedding night (Ugh!  Unhappy memory!).  As far as she could recall
hers had been a deeper gold than her daughter's ash blonde, curly, and just
a bit wiry, not fine and silky like these.  Perhaps they would change: the
girl was only fifteen after all.

   Lucy thought of Hector: she had never liked his bushy, black pubic hair.
He was inordinately vain about it, combing it sometimes so each side of his
limp cock it stood up like some bizarre moustachio.  Comic really....  but
certainly ugly.  Now, these young troopers trimmed their pubic hair, short
and tidy, emphasising their rather fine cocks and balls.  She supposed it
was partly hygiene; on campaign washing might be difficult.  But it was
certainly sexy, and aesthetically pleasing too!

   Her finger slipped downwards to Sophie's pussy lips.  Wet still from her
fucking by Gus...  or perhaps from the passionate hugging and kissing. 
Which?  Both?  One way to find out.

   She un-draped their arms and placed her cheek actually on the girl's
mound: yes, her fleece was silky, and her mound rounded and warm.  She
moved so her face was inches from the girl's pussy lips.  Strange she had
never really had a chance to look close-up at another woman's cunt.  Her
own, yes, and when she was curious as a young girl, Leeann's age, she had
used a mirror to look at hers while she masturbated once.  But she had not
realised how beautiful a pussy was, those plumping lips, that little
triangle of a fleshy hood.  She parted the lips: lovely gleaming pink and
the little pearl of her clitoris.  Unthinking, automatic, her sexual
appetite almost unacknowledged but taking control of her, she tentatively
licked that erect little nub.

   Sophie tensed.  Amazed, but not at all unwilling.  Oh no, not at all!

   Lucy felt her daughter tense, heard her "Oooh yes!  Yes, Lucy...."

   So she licked it properly and clasped the girl's hips to draw her
closely as she licked and sucked the clitoris.

   She felt the girl's hands slipping through her blonde hair as Sophie
pushed her mother's face closer, holding it finally in place pressed
against her cunt.  That tongue was now exploring the length of Sophie's
cunt-crease, licking and lingering over the vagina-opening, licking round
it and even penetrating a centimetre, before returning to nibble and pull
at the clitoris with pursed lips.

   Sophie was in ecstasy, but also aware of her mother's pussy now so close
to her own face.  She felt with her soft cheek the smoothness of that
nicely rounded, completely hairless mons, and then looked closely at the
pretty, plump cunt lips, the jewel of a hard clitty just peeping out of the
fold that protected it.  So beautiful, so sexy, so kissable.  The scent of
woman was intoxicating, like her own when aroused, and the taste a delight
as she parted the outer lips and licked the length of the lovely
near-scarlet flesh revealed.  She could make out the darker area of the
vagina opening and tried to stick her tongue in, before returning to the
clitty.  She knew what would give the most pleasure.

   Now her daughter's face was clamped firmly against her pussy, Lucy
rolled them over so she was on top....  and sucked and licked, and
penetrated her daughter's vagina with her index finger, finger-fucking in
and out.  The taste and scent was all-woman.  Sophie followed her mother's
lead.

   Lucy came first.  Squeaks, grunts, heaving body shagging at Sophie's
mouth.

   Then Sophie...  panting, a shriek of joy, those grunts.

   The two men, floating on their backs in the still water, both laughed.
The women having fun, just as the men had!



   "Lucy, that was as good as with Cam or Gus."

   "For me too.  To think I've reached my age and never tasted another
pussy.  Well, from now on....."

   "Me too...."

   There was a long silence as they digested the new direction their life
would take.  Women as well as all those men!  Both quietly thought of the
lovely Donna.......  Hector had been no good, Lucy decided.  Both men, and
now Sophie, had made her cum in a way he never managed: yes she came, but
not these earth-shaking spasms, not one that lasted and lasted....  Donna
had a lovely body.  firm breasts and a tiny waist.  Both women wondered if
she shaved her pussy.

   "Do you think I should shave my pussy, Lucy?  Yours is so lovely, so
sort of streamlined and open..."

   "No!  Not shaved: that leaves a stubble.  I'll show you how to wax, and
leave it as smooth and silky as your bottom .  Or these." Her hand stroked
one breast and then the other.

   "You'll make me want more if you do that, Lucy."

   "Yes!  That's another freedom we've got now.  Before when it was only
Hector, it was only one fuck and he was finished.  Now with a girl like you
it's as many as a woman wants...."

   "Or with more than one man...."





   Another silence, to digest that!

   "When it's all settled down, and all the people are back and working
again, we should have a grand party for everyone, including the ex-slaves.
I think I'll wear the basque I bought for Hector's return, with net
stockings and high heels, just a thin, short wrap round skirt over it, slit
up the sides to show some leg, and easy to undo and get out of."

   "No panties then, Lucy?"

   "Tempting!  But better will be some Hector liked me to wear in bed....
very sexy with a long opening in the crotch so he could get at my cunt and
my arse.  He loved lingerie.  I think they all do!"

   "Would you lend me your black silk night-dress, the one that's nearly
see-through, and figure hugging.  I could wear that as a dress."

   "You'll look so sexy in it.  No stockings: your legs are so sexy bare!
And I'll lend you a pair of those special knickers, black and nearly
transparent."

   "I think you're planning an orgy, Lucy."

   "I am, Sophie."





























































































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