Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Like all of my work this is fiction. Pure and simple. If you don't like the idea of young people testing their boundaries then you should read no further. Likewise, if you are underage or in a part of the world where such written expressions are forbidden then you should go elsewhere. I'm always happy to hear from people and friends old or new. Email me here: Knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk Travels with Misha. Pt9 The first morning back in the milking parlour with Eddie didn't go as planned. Misha was determined to confront the man for gifting her to a stranger at the airport. Eddie had laughed, asked if she came more than once and then chuckled as the girl went red. By the time milking was halfway through Misha had described the way Petyr had snuck into her room and awakened her desires with a forceful finger fuck. Eddie had listened intently as she described being shared by Petyr and his brother and then, at the end of her stay, being passed around a few friends and family. Five black cocks had slipped between lips at one end or the other that day. Her uncle sauntered into the parlour just a few minutes after she had finished her tale. Eddie had been aroused. She had seen him adjust his huge erection under his overalls, but he hadn't moved to touch her. Probably just as well with Uncle Tony hovering. "The girl wants to see some of the young'uns" growled Eddie "Ok if I take up to the top pasture after we finish up here?" "Sure" agreed Tony "Anything for my favourite milk maid" Eddie didn't molest her during the tractor rise up to the top pasture. Misha was uncertain what was going on. As they leaned against the gate watching the cows and calves she tugged open a few of the poppers on her overalls. Her small firm breast were deliciously bare beneath as she turned towards the big man. "Best put those away girl" said Eddie thoughtfully. Misha blushed but covered up promptly. "Should have thought it through" snapped Eddie "Africa has lots of diseases. Did you make them wear condoms?" "What? No, no condoms" the girl stammered. "Best we get you checked out, and on the pill too" he added after a moment. He looked into her worried eyes. "Don't worry sweetie, I know a man. You keep your cousins away for the time being though, tell them you need to go on the pill, they'll help cover your visit to the clinic." Sure enough, Adam and Luke were horrified to be refused access to her cunt and equally horrified by the prospect of her pregnancy. When the day came they covered it with a trip to the cinema and some shopping and Misha entered the private clinic flanked by two determinedly protective cousins. The trio waited for a few minutes before Misha was called in. Dr Patel was obviously of Asian descent but spoke with a local accent. He was kindly and compassionate, didn't ask awkward questions and kept his nurse at hand throughout the first part of the consultation. Eventually, paperwork complete, the nurse slipped away to prepare the examination room. "Misha" Dr Patel spoke quietly "my nurse will stay as chaperone unless you ask her to leave." Misha nodded. "It may be less embarrassing for you if she were not present during the examination" he suggested. Misha didn't immediately take the bait. "I'm doing this as a friend of Eddie's, it would not be wise if details of your activities were made clear to my nurse." Misha reddened and nodded just as the nurse returned. The nurse handed the girl a gown and ushered her behind a screen to change. Misha quickly slipped out of her clothes and into the plain blue gown which covered her to mid thigh. She came back around the screen. "Um, Dr Patel," she started hesitantly "Does your nurse have to stay? I mean, it would be less embarrassing if it was, er, just the two of us." "If you are sure Misha." The doctor replied smoothly "the nurse is here for your protection" Misha beamed her brightest smile. "I'll be fine without her" she stated simply. Dr Patel nodded at his nurse. She scowled at the young girl but left the room promptly. Dr Patel helped her up onto the examination table. It was more of a raised sofa really, as far as Misha was concerned. She sat back against the raised back and stretched out her legs. Dr Patel smiled as he swung a large white arm into place. Stirrups hung down on either side and he bade the girl to put her feet into them. Misha was acutely aware of the gown failing to protect her privacy as her feet settled into the stirrups. As Dr Patel adjusted each one in turn her thighs parted and she looked at him as he looked between her legs and smiled. Dr Patel moved swiftly to take couple of swabs, explaining what he was doing at each stage. Then, advising that the lab results would take a day or two, he moved to take a blood sample from her arm. That done he stood alongside her and slowly stroked her slit with his latex covered forefinger as he explained that she must not allow any form of sex until he had given her the results. Misha nodded. Dr Patel went on. "This is a private facility. Very discreet, very expensive. We need an understanding if I am to treat you and provide contraception" Misha looked up at him unsure of what to say. His forefinger slipped into her moist passage and she gasped her understanding. "You will visit for, um, a consultation, whenever you are staying at the farm. In return I will provide you with contraception and discretion. Do you agree?" Misha bit her lip and nodded. A few minutes later a fully dressed but slightly flushed young girl collected her cousins from the waiting room and trooped out of the building. In hushed tones she told the boys that she couldn't have any form of sex until the contraception was available. She told them that her next appointment was in three days. As her cousins discussed how they could explain another trip to town Misha tried to take her mind off the tingle between her thighs. The tingle that Dr Patel had started but not satisfied. The tingle that she had to live with for three whole days. Misha made herself stay away from both Eddie and her cousins. In fact, she mostly stayed in her room. On the third day Luke used the cover story of a need to buy a new console game and Adam and Misha agreed to accompany him to town. Misha sat across from Dr Patel. The nurse had already been dismissed. "There is no disease" the doctor announced without preamble. "You are clean and healthy." "Thank you" gushed Misha. "I do need to examine you though" muttered Dr Patel as he licked his lips. This time there was no gown offered. Nor was she invited to retreat behind a screen to undress. At the doctors "suggestion" she stripped off her clothing at the side of his desk. Soon she was atop the examination table, thighs wide apart as his gloveless fingers probed her pussy. Misha exited the consultation room flushed but reasonably content. She waved her package of contraceptive pills at her cousins and saw their wide grins develop faster than a teenagers erection. The trio dashed along and bought the required video game and then Adam suggested the cinema. Luke agreed, Misha shrugged he shoulders. Midday, midweek and sunshine outside. The cinema wasn't exactly packed. Adam bought tickets for an action adventure and led the way to screen 5. The trio waited briefly for their eyes to adjust to the semi gloom and then made their way to the highest tier of seating. Misha giggled knowingly as the boys sat her between them and lifted the armrests out of the way. She playfully fought them off until the lights dimmed further and the ads and trailers began. She didn't fight so hard then. 12 minutes later, as the trailers finished and the light rose again, the young girl was flushed and sweaty. Her cousins had groped and fumbled as only teenage boys do. Her shirt was dishevelled and partly undone, her skirt bunched up around her thighs and her panties hung around one ankle. She slapped the hands away as the lights came up, smoothed out he shirt and flattened down her skirt. It was Adam who bent and retrieved her panties and, as Misha watched helplessly, balled them up and shoved them into his pocket. A few late arrivals slipped in whilst the lights were up. Not many though, just a few scattered pockets. Just as the lights were starting to dim again a couple of boys wandered in, caught sight of Adam and Luke and bounded up the stairs. They crashed into the seats directly in front of our trio and were hastily introduced to Misha as Ian and Jack, friends from school. The film started with an explosion and a smattering of gunfire. Four boys turned to face the screen. It didn't take long for Adam and Luke to start showing interest in Misha again. She slapped hands away, conscious of the new arrivals in the seats before them. Her cousins just pushed on. Eventually she allowed each to gain a handhold on her thigh and her resolve buckled somewhat as the boys stroked the delicate skin on the inner edge. Misha noticed Ian glance back. She watched him tap Jack on the shoulder and then looked away as both the boys turned sideways in their seats to watch the young girl being played with. Adam and Luke seemed to notice their audience at around the same time. The strokes got longer and hands slid further up her thighs. Finally Misha hissed "no" and planted her hands in her lap, forcing her skirt between her legs to protect her modesty. Adam and Luke exchanged a glance over her head. They each took one of her hands and lifted them clear. "Guys" she hissed The hands stayed held at her sides as her cousins brought their other hands to bear. Misha looked up at the ceiling, tears of humiliation beginning to form as her skirt was finally pushed up around her waist. She looked down briefly. Ian and Jack were focussed on her bare pussy. Adam and Luke ignored her brief attempts to cover herself once more and Misha looked back up at the ceiling. Then Adam touched her. The tears melted away and one leg lifted and hooked itself over her cousins knee. Luke giggled and pulled the other leg over his own knee. Misha whimpered as she looked back at Ian and Jack and Adam slipped his finger unto her cunt. For some moments Misha let her head fall back against the seat and enjoyed her cousins touch. When he pulled his fingers away she almost squealed her frustration. Adam pointed towards Luke. Luke had his jeans undone and his cock swayed in the gloom. Misha understood. She slipped off her seat and between her cousins legs to take him in her mouth. As she did so, Adam helped her out of her skirt and rewarded her with a gentle probing. Luke quickly filled her mouth and the girl moved sideways to Adams erection. She was aware of movement and looked up briefly to see Ian and Jack take seats next to Adam. Briefly she thought of refusing the implied request, but only until Luke palmed her mound from behind. From below in the auditorium all you could see was four boys sitting together. There was no sign of the bobbing head. No realisation that a girl, naked from the waist down, was providing a very special cinema experience. Even when Jack took the time to unbutton her shirt before feeding her his cock, her head failed to rise over the backs of the seats behind her. Eventually, when all four cocks had been drained, Misha lay at their feet, shirt wide open, skirt and panties long gone, and let the boys feel her as they would. Misha yawned as her father wandered into the lounge later that evening. "Guess what?" he announced "I just got off the `phone with your grandfather!" The three cousins stopped their game of cards t listen. "He's invited us up for a bit, me and you three, what do you think?" Misha had never met her grandfather and she gushed at the idea. The boys, only 10 days before school was due to start again, had no wish to be deprived of their personal sex toy and also agreed. Plans were made, only to be dashed and amended the following morning. A courier delivered the package that told Marcus he needed to cut short his stay and return to Africa. Still, a quick call or two later and it was agreed that he would accompany Misha and the boys to their grandfathers house, stay a couple of days and then head off from their. And so it was that Misha finally met he man who had, long ago, promised to castrate her father if he ever saw him again. The meeting was stiff and awkward and the three cousins stayed quiet until they found an excuse to go out for a while. Their grandfather lived on the north coast of Cornwall, in a small hamlet above a windswept bay. Whilst the two men tried to come to terms with each other the trio slipped away, across the road and down to the stoney shore. There were a few surfers about and a number of family groups making the most of the last few days of the summer holidays. Adam led the way around a small headland and into a smaller cover beyond. Beyond that was another, even smaller patch of shingle. "Always come here when we visit granddad" Luke announced. "Nobody else does though" Misha looked about her. Nobody else ventured this far from the main beach area. Even the surfers were well away to the right. Something about submerged rocks according to Adam. It was here that they undressed her. They took their time and undressed her quite completely. Then they made a mattress, of sorts, with her clothes and their coats. And then, as you might expect, they took turns fucking the pretty girl. Afterwards she crept naked into the sea and washed. By the time they returned to the house the two men were talking like old friends. Hostility forgotten, a meal was enjoyed and all was well. Marcus departed a couple of days later and the three youngsters were left alone with granddad. Days were filled with visits to the shops, the beach, the zoo and pottering in the unkempt garden used mainly for the growing of vegetables. Periodically the old man would demand peace and quiet and send the trio off to entertain themselves. On these occasions they would return to the cove. Misha would be stripped and fucked and the trio would return home ready for a quiet evening with their grandfather. On one such occasion, with each boy having enjoyed both ends of the girl, they were sauntering back to the house when the heavens opened. By the time they reached the door they were drenched. Their grandfather looked at each of them in turn, smiling as he did so, and bade them g get dry clothes whilst he made hot chocolate. He reserved his biggest smile for Misha who smiled back ad hurried up the stairs after her cousins. Alone in her room she turned to face the wardrobe and the mirrored doors. It was then she realised that her tee shirt clung to her braless breasts and that her nipples were standing to attention. She avoided her grandfather's eye all evening. Eventually, it was time for the boys to head home ready for school next week. Misha still had another ten days of holidays and was persuaded to stay with her grandfather for a while longer. On the second day alone, as they finished their evening meal, granddad spoke. He spoke quietly, but clearly. There could be no mistaking his words. "Do you never wear a bra?" Despite the clarity Misha did try and hear something else. Finally she was forced to reply. "Sometimes" "But not around your cousins?" Misha shook her head. "you're a pretty girl Misha, quite like your mother. Would you like to see some pictures of her?" Misha was anxious to move off the bra subject and jumped at the chance to look at the family album. In fact, it was not a dusty old album, but a state of the art laptop that her grandfather dug out of the sideboard. "The originals were getting old and tatty. I scanned them onto disc some time back" he explained as he plugged in a power cable and arranged a series of discs on the arm of the sofa. He patted the seat next to him and Misha slipped into place and waited for the machine to boot up. The first disc had hundreds of scanned images showing her mother and her brothers from babes to toddlers. Misha was eager for anything and everything with her mother in it. Her grandfather littered the display with short anecdotes or explanations for particular pictures. The second disc was more of the same but all the children were a little older.L The third showed another aging. By the end her mother was about 12 and posing unashamedly in a little blue bikini. Misha reached for the fourth disc without hesitation. "Ah Misha" her grandfather inteupted. "The fourth disc is a little different." The girl looked at the old man with questions in her eyes. "Your mother became a little wayward." He explained "Did you know she was expelled from two schools?" Misha was both shocked and intrigued. "Please granddad" she whined, pouting as she did so. "Your mother did that too" he laughed as he passed her the disc. The cover simply said "Evolution" The first picture that she opened was of her mother in that same blue bikini. The second and third also showed poses in that same bikini. The fourth picture seemed to have been taken through some bushes. Misha could make out her mother, still wearing the bikini, lying on a lounger. A few shots later and the bikini top had been discarded. Misha looked at her mother sunbathing topless and swallowed. In the next picture the brazen hussy had turned over and her firm young breasts pointed towards the sky. "did you take these pictures?" she asked croakily. "Some" her grandfather admitted. A few pictures later and there were a grouping of shots showing the girl sitting up, looking around and then slipping out of her bikini bottoms. He next dozen showed a naked girl skipping around the patio and then rushing inside. The next folder opened with a close up of her mothers backside, clad in tight denim shorts. As the girl walked away from the camera it was clear she wore only a bikini top to go with the shorts. This series was clearly posed. She would turn and pout at the camera. Other shots showed her unsnapping the top of her shorts before still more showed her with her back to the camera and the bikini top on the floor beside her. "Did you take these" Misha breathed "No Child, not these. Maybe we should stop there" her grandfather suggested. "Oh granddad" the girl pleaded "I want to se them all" "You may not recognise the woman who was your mother" the old man warned. "Please granddad" "This has to be our secret" "Yeah, of course" she gushed. "Ok, go and get your pyjamas on and we'll go a bit further." Misha gave the old man a big showy kiss and sprinted up the stairs. She usually only wore the pyjamas when she came down for breakfast just in case one of the boys managed to sneak in to her room, but granddad didn't know that. Pretty soon she had the laptop on her knees as she snuggled back into her grandfather for the next session. "I lost a few pictures with a water leak a few years back" he explained as the next folder opened. Misha reckoned her mother to be about 14 in this set of pictures. She was on the beach, surrounded by boys. "Are they my uncles?" hissed Misha "No Misha, your mother never had difficulty attracting males." The series of pictures showed her sitting with various swimming trunk clad boys. More showed her sitting on laps, astride chests or lying alongside two, or sometimes more of the boys. There were three of a play wrestling match which obviously ended with her mother losing her top and then several more showing her carrying on with her day as if being half naked with a group of boys was perfectly normal. Misha shifted slightly, aware of the tingle in her groin. "We can stop whenever you want Misha" her grandfather offered. "uh-huh" the girl murmured as she opened the next folder. "Oh godddddd!" she squealed as she looked at her mother on her knees with a cock in her mouth. "Did you know who the boy was?" "I did, it wasn't one of the regular boys, it was my gardener." "Your gardener?" Misha queried incredulously. "I'm afraid so" the old man admitted, patting her leg. There were other shots, taken at different times, around that same garden shed. Often her mother was on her knees with a stiff cock in her mouth. Once she was sat on a chair, naked, legs spread and enjoying the mans finger within her. Misha moved to open the next folder. "You don't have to go on" he whispered in her ear. "Your mother had a liking for males, it was hardly surprising that she ran off with your father. I was more surprised that se could settle for just one. "Why was she expelled?" Misha asked, mouse hovering over the next folder. "Well" he said thoughtfully "the first time she was caught with a number of boys in the boys changing rooms" "Caught doing what?" "She was, um, naked and taking boys at both ends" "Holy shit..... oh sorry" Her grandfather laughed. "The second expulsion involved a teacher, it all got a bit messy" Misha noticed his hand stroking up and down her leg. She ignored it and clicked on the folder. She blinked. She blinked again. It was still there. A picture of her, almost naked, cum dripping from her chin as she sat atop a tractor wheel. Another. This time she was naked and intertwined with her cousins in the tent. There were more and she flew through them, remembering the scenes as she did so. She stopped in her tracks at the first of her tied to uncle Joe's sofa, clamps on her nipples, a vibrator in between her thighs and a cock in her mouth. "Oh jeeeeez!" she gushed before looking down at the wrinkled hand cupping her mound through her pyjamas. Misha put the laptop aside as her grandfather traced the outline of her slit through the brushed cotton. "Granddad" she hissed "Take of your top dear" Misha whipped her pyjama top up and over her head and watched in strange fascination as the old man bent to take a nipple between his lips. Between them, they fought her pyjama bottoms off and Misha relaxed back as the old man pleasured her with fingers and tongue. Eventually, he carried her up stairs, lay her in her own bed, kissed her goodnight and left the room. Misha slept soundly. She woke to the smell of bacon, donned her robe and hurried downstairs. "Morning Misha" the old man said "Morning granddad" she replied cheerily. They ate breakfast. While they ate they chatted. Her grandfather explained that Eddie was the son of his old gardener. Eddie had been asked, and agreed to test Misha and see how much of her mother survived within her. "There's quite a lot of your mother in you Misha" the old man said "You'll have to take care with your, um, appetites. Eddie will always help you, even when I'm gone." "Did Eddie know mum?" Her grandfather giggled. "Eddie was the one that got away - twice" Misha raised her eyebrow. "Eddie was one of the boys in the changing room and Eddie was also in the room when the teacher was caught fucking your mother. Somehow, Eddie never got caught himself." The doorbell rang. "That'll be Eddie now." He looked at his granddaughter "I invited him up for the weekend, I gather he's never fucked you." "Granddad!" she squealed as she rose and dashed for the front door. Eddie allowed the door to close behind him before he shoved the robe off her shoulders. He picked her up and carried her, naked, back to the kitchen. Misha saw her grandfather smile. "We've finished breakfast, use the table, I'll get the camera." Eddie lay her on the table, shoved her legs apart and started unbuckling his belt. END - Hope you liked it!