I was taken by surprise, although I was spread quite wide, I had expected him to let me carry on to the full splits position. I plucked up my courage and tried a big beaming smile, thinking this would be a good idea.

"Now lift up your knees, and spread until I say stop," his voice was still gentle and calm.

I complied with his wish; he climbed on the bed, kneeling in between my legs. As before one boy either side put a hand on my knee and held me open.

"Right, now we can carry on our little talk about how easy your cunt juices up, can't we?"

"Yes," I said not wanting to show any signs of hesitation.

"I can see you�re nervous, so if any question is too difficult to answer straight off, instead of laying there silent, which you know will get me annoyed. Just lift your cunt up and down as fast as you can and I�ll repeat the question and give you the alternatives. That�ll give you time to think, and you wont end up with your photo on the wall like all the rest. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, thank you," I said.

"Right lets give it a try so I know what I�m looking for."

I lifted and lowered. A couple of times, it felt so humiliating.

"Not bad I suppose, can you try to put a bit more effort into it. Go on, have another go."

I humped as fast as I could manage, and I saw a smile appear on his face.

"That was good, now you know what you�ve got to do when you�re asked a question?

"Yes."

"You�re quite comfortable?"

"Yes I�m all right like this," I wasn�t, but there wasn�t any point in complaining.

"Back to your juicy cunt," then he rose his voice, "BRYAN, leave her leg alone, and go and stand by the door." Bryan had been rubbing his hand slowly up and down my inner thigh. He had been getting gradually closer and closer to my crotch. He had now reached the point where the side of his fingers were touching my cunt lips. The abrupt command from his dad had stopped him dead, he got up. But as he rose, he made a sly stroke across my cunt and pushed hard with his middle finger. It momentarily found its desired target, and I let out a loud gasp.

"Oh!," as his full finger length was sliding up my juicy hole.

While I had been laying there terrified, and trying to protect my chastity, my cunt must have had a mind of its own; it was positively dripping as if with anticipation. Bryan pulled it out quickly; and made his way to the corner, dodging what would have been a heavy blow from Mr. Jones�s fist.

Turning back to me Mr. Jones said, "Are you Alright my love, did he hurt you."

"No, I�m ok," I said.

"Was that a no? Your not alright, or no? It didn�t hurt?"

"I meant, yes I am alright, but no he didn�t hurt me. Thank you for stopping him."

"Why did you let out that cry then?"

"I don�t really know."

"Be very careful with your answers, I think you do know. I think I know as well, now once again, did you gasp cuz it hurt, or was it just that you weren�t expecting it?"

"Yes that right, I wasn�t expecting it and it took me by surprise."

"But you�re sure it didn�t hurt?"

Because he rammed it up so quickly, it had hurt slightly. But fearing that Mr. Jones would have punished Bryan, and I don�t like violence, I lied, and said, "No, I�m alright."

"You said it didn�t hurt, but what did he actually do to you? Now remember Morris saw it happen, and I can also ask Bryan. So make sure you tell me exactly what he did."

"He put his f-f-finger in me." I stammered.

"In you? In you, where?"

"In my hole."

"Which hole? Your mouth?"

"No, my Vagina."

"Never heard of a vagina, do you mean your cunt?"

"Yes."

"I�m getting annoyed; you still haven�t said where he put his finger?"

"He put his finger in my cunt."

"How much of his finger? Which finger? And don�t forget to say where he put it."

"He pushed all of his middle finger right up my cunt."

"So Bryan pushed the whole of that great big fat finger, right up your cunt. But it didn�t hurt?"

"No, it didn�t hurt," I lied again.

"So if you were looking to do something to please me, and your sure it doesn�t hurt when you get a finger poked up your cunt, what about asking if I want to poke your hole for a bit?"

"I-I don�t know," I stammered.

"What have you forgot to do? Come on, what should you had done when you didn�t know what to answer?" He was getting louder.

"I-I�m sorry; I should have lifted up and down."

"When I want you to talk, you stay dumb and nod, now I want pumping action, you start talking, now come on, if you want time to think, pump that cunt."

I lifted up and down, pumping my hips, boy did I pump, I was scared out of my wits.

"Right, hold on a minute. Don�t wear yourself out. Bryan lets have a bit of light."

I stared in disbelief, four lights started to shine dimly at first, gradually getting brighter. These were not house light bulbs, but the big spot light that you see at the theatre. Three along the wall behind the foot of the bed, one mounted in each corner high against the roof, the other centrally about four feet off the floor. The fourth light was on the roof pointing directly down at my crotch.

Mr. Jones said, "that�s bright enough for now, till my eyes get used to it, but stop there just in case we need them re-positioning."

He then shifted himself to the side of the bed where Bryan had been, so that the low spot light on the far wall could do its job. He put his hand on my inner thigh, and started the same thing the Bryan had been doing only moments before.

With his other hand he took hold of Morris�s hand and encouraged him to do the same to my other leg. They were both stroking to the top until there hands were both touching my cunt lips on each stroke. I laid there still terrified.

"Now we can see what�s going on would you like to show us that pumping?"

I pumped, and Mr. Jones�s hand lay across my crotch, so that I was giving myself a brisk rubbing.

"Ok love; now bring it down to a slow lifting action."

I slowed.

"No slower still."

As he said this I was at the end of an up stroke, I lowered myself very slowly down, when my bottom touched the sheet I was about to start on the up stroke.

"Stop; Are you ready to answer my question now?"

"Yes I�m ready to do what you want, but I don�t know which question you mean," I was terrified and almost ready to submit to anything.

"Would you like to please me, by asking me to poke your cunt?"

"Yes, please."

"Please what?"

"Poke me."

"Poke you where?"

"In my hole."

"Which hole? Your mouth?"

"Please poke my cunt."

"Now say it again loud, but invitingly as though you really want it, Please Mr. Jones poke my cunt."

"Please Mr. Jones poke my cunt for me."

He placed the end of his finger at the entrance to my hole, and said, "come on girl lift that cunt."

I did, it slid up effortlessly.

After about a dozen strokes, he said, "ok love you can stop now. That was just to see if you were going to be friendly to me. We can carry on talking now, if you want."

"Yes please," I said.

"Where did we get to?" he asked.

I quickly replied, "You wanted to talk about my juicy cunt."

"That�s right, and now I�ve had a chance to see just how quickly it juices up, I was right, wasn�t I?"

I knew he wanted the full answer, "Yes, my cunt does juice up quickly."

"How often does Jim fuck you?"

I paused, his face started to change, I knew he was going to explode, but I couldn�t answer, so I suddenly started pumping up and down. His face changed again, and a smile appeared.

"That�s right, your learning. Ok stop now, we don�t want to wear you out. Now I�m sure you know what will happen if you don�t answer. So I can only assume that you wanted time to think. Well now I think that little pause should have been long enough, so let�s have a nice loud truthful answer now."

"Usually about once a month," I said quickly.

"My god he�s worse than most married men, and still only a young bloke. What�s the most number of times that he has ever fucked you in one night?"

"Three."

"When was that, when you were courting?"

"No, we never made love till we got married."

"What�s the most times that anyone else has ever fucked you in one night?"

"I�ve never been with any other man but Jim."

"So you�ve got a cunt that wets up without hardly any encouragement, can take a big pork sausage of a finger with ease, and it gets used only once a month. God gave you a cunt that can be fucked at least ten times a day, and you keep hidden away and use it once a month. Is that right."

"Yes, I suppose your right."

"Does Jim leave it in to soak, after he�s cum?"

"Jim always takes it out before he ejaculates."

"Don�t get me angry with them fancy words, if you don�t talk my language, then I�ll have to lets the lads educate you, understand?"

"Yes, I�m sorry."

"So Jim never cums his muck up inside you?"

"No."

"Nobody has ever cum inside you?"

"No."

"Why?"

"There�s only ever been Jim, and we�re not ready for children."

"So what he do with his muck?"

"He uses an old handkerchief."

"So you've never really been fucked properly, in your life?"

"I thought that Jim was doing it properly."

"If you�ve never had a man cum inside and soak his prick, then you�ve never had an orgasm?"

"I�m not sure what an orgasm feels like."

"Well I�m not a woman, but the way they behave when I�ve given them an orgasm, I�m sure that you would know if it had happened. You�re missing out on one of the greatest pleasures that god invented, some of the gal's in those pictures, were Cumming five or more times in one session on this bed. Even last week we had a virgin of thirteen, and she had two orgasms�. Some of them stains under you are from her.

"Come on lift up and take a look, the blood is from when I popped her cherry, and the big stain from is where her cunt almost exploded when she cum. She struggled and screamed for at least ten minutes, but two hours later, she was asking if anyone would mount her again, she loved it. You see god gave you that cunt for a reason. They always say he moves in mysterious ways. Well, all this trouble you�re having down at the house is god�s way of getting you to come and see me. Because if you let me give you a fucking, and give yourself freely, then tomorrow the lads will clean out the water tank, and you�ll have fresh water.

"I'll get my cousin to bring in his men and re-plant your gardens, lawns and clean up all the mess and we�ll be the best of friends for life. You�ll probably get your first orgasm, and you�ll be home making Jims tea before you know it. And your little cunt will be just as good as ever, ready for Jim�s once a month fuck.

"The alternative is that we strap you to the bed, and we'll all give you a fucking. But after that we won�t be friends, and I�ll probably want a shit, so I�ll go up to the water tank. Now you�ve had plenty of time to work out your answer, what it going to be, do you want me to fuck you?"

I knew I hadn�t got a choice, "Yes of course I do."

He climbed off the bed and started to undress, "Take off your bra love, I like to nibble on some titty whilst I�m fucking."

I sat up, put my arms behind my back undid my bra; I was just about to lie back when I herd a noise at the back of the room. Peering through the strong beams of light I could see the shapes of more than just one man at the back of the room. I had thought that Bryan was the only one standing at the back; I now knew I had a much larger audience. There was nothing I could do, so I just laid back and tried to pretend that they weren�t there.

I looked at Mr. Jones who was climbing into position, his prick was big and thick, at least an inch longer than Jim�s, and much thicker. I started to worry, would my cunt be big enough. He entered the end, that wasn�t too bad, then he pushed, my cunt swelled open to take it. Don�t get me wrong I knew it was stretching the flesh more than it had ever been before, but I was amazed that my little body could take it so easy.

In no time I was pushing as hard as he was, and I couldn�t seem to get enough. His fucking wasn�t like Jim�s, all short rapid strokes, and lasting about ten minutes. This was long slow thrusting, each thrust stretching my belly. He was, nibbling at my tits, as he said he would be, and at first I thought it was painful, but I was even getting to like that. I was thinking this is going to last forever, as he pumped relentlessly on. Gradually I noticed that his strokes were getting faster, and there was a rush of muscle contractions starting to affect my cunt.

"Are you ready to come?" He said.

"I-I don�t know."

"Well I am," he said.

"Take it out quick then," I cried.

"Don�t be a silly girl; you ain�t been fucked till you�ve had a bit of cum in you."

I started to struggle, and although I sure he could have managed without help, I felt the ever present boys taking hold of my legs and stretching hard. As he pumped his sticky fluid, my cunt contracted in spasms as if I had been plugged into the mains, and although being held wide I lifted and pumped uncontrollably. He slumped down his heavy weight lying on my tiny frame, I was in pain and in ecstasy, but I don�t know which was the most potent. It seemed and age, his prick had shrunk and slipped out, but he lay there his body pinning me to the bed. Then he lifted his head, opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "Well?"

"Thank you," I replied.

He climbed off, and stood at the side of the bed, looking at me. The boys had let go of my legs, but I still hadn�t closed them fully. I realized everyone was crowding around the bed to get a good look. They were making comments about my performance, and about the amount of come dribbling out of my cunt. The older men were explaining, most of that is hers, she�s a real natural. I could see Bryan tugging at Mr. Jones's arm and jigging about like a young child pestering its mom for an ice-cream, and then Mr. Jones nodded his head.

It didn�t take any words; Bryan was ripping at his clothes, stripping off as fast as he could. I guessed what was coming next but realized that it was pointless fighting. He didn�t climb on the bed, he leapt, I lifted my legs open to accommodate him, and away he went. His prick was slightly bigger than his dad, but I wasn�t scared any more, I just pushed hard and fast. He was going like a runaway train, pumping at a hundred strokes a second, there must have been steam coming out of my cunt.

He went fast and burned out quickly, he was coming in no more than two minutes. He pulled out almost straight away, and knelt down, as if to see what damage he had done. Although I couldn�t see what they were all looking at, I could feel it was all still intact and good working order. I let my legs relax, but as before, left then fairly wide. The comments were still coming, and I was feeling curiously proud of the remarks they were making.

There was some sort of banter going on about Morris, and I suspected it was because he was probably a virgin. I thought he would be a gentle lover, so as I could see they were egging him on and helping him to undress; I lent up, held out my hands and beckoned him towards me.

"Come on Morris, ignore the rest of them, you come and give me a good time."

At that moment they pulled down his pants, to expose what looked like a prick off a horse!

I was used to horse riding, and at some time, if you are at the stables you are bound to see a horse�s dick. The only difference that I could see between Morris�s dick and a horse�s, was that his was standing bolt upright, like a guard out side Buckingham palace.

I now realized the ribbing that he was getting wasn�t because he was a virgin, but, they didn�t think he would be able to get it in. I started to worry about my cunt, would he rip it to bits. He climbed slowly into position; I leaned forward and reached down to help him in. When I took hold I realized that his prick was not solid, as if he was not fully turned on, this great big man was shy, and all the mickey taking must have taken the edge of his ardour.

He was still hard enough to enable me to grip half way down its length, and push gently into my cunt. I pushed, and to my surprise the mouth of my cunt just kept stretching, I pushed more, and more went in, this was really stretching me. I was pulling my legs open as hard as my muscles would go. The men at the sides of the bed decided I needed some help, and they started pulling, I didn�t mind, although I don�t think it was really helping. Now I had got it started, I said to Morris, "Just give it a push to see if it will go."

He gave a push, I felt my belly pump up as the mound of flesh slid up inside, once again I couldn�t tell if it was joy or pain, but I knew I wanted more of it.

"Fuck me Morris I cried, fuck me."

He did.

The first push had sent that entire monster inside, and his balls had bounced against my arse.

He started to pump violently, like his brother, short fast strokes, but his prick was getting harder. He was now getting fully aroused; his prick was swelling, and getting longer. I could soon feel it ramming hard at top of my womb, and his balls were not now reaching my arse. I was gasping for breath, and wondering whether I would last out without having to ask him to take it easier, when, the characteristic change in pace told me it would soon be over.

"Ugh... ugh aahhh," Morris breathlessly gasped.

He had cum. I on the other hand had not really got started, but I whispered in his ear, "That was wonderful."

This brought a great big smile to his face, and he started to pull his prick out, even pulling out was hurting. The loud �plop� sound that it made when the knob end dropped out made them all start laughing, and even I found it funny and couldn�t stop myself grinning. They were all closing in to inspect the damage, and Mr. Jones asked, "Are you still alright?"

"I�m hurting a bit, but I think I�m ok."

Next up to the bed was Sergeant Jones; he looked closely at my hole, and said, "Ok if I have a go now love?"

What could I say, "Yes, be my guest."

He started to strip and fold his uniform neatly, as he was getting ready, Old Mr. Jones sat on the edge of the bed, and started poking his finger in my cunt, and sliding it down across my arse. Then he started, pushing the end of his finger in my arse. He was starring at me with a stern look on his face, and I took this to mean that I shouldn�t start protesting.