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Truckers Delight
by Rose Eastmann (eastern_rose2@hotmail.com)

***

A mother discovers a sexual side to her 13 yo daughter 
and they are both shared by a Goran, (a Sweedish Truck 
driver). There is also a good mix of incest and drug 
induced sex thrown in for good measure. (MFf, ped, inc, 
bi, exh, drugs, ws)

***

Note: I didn't write this story, I edited it for a 
friend who isn't brave enough to post it in to 
Kristen's archive. A story for Göran, by Gail. Edited 
by Rose

***

I'm a divorced mother with a very beautiful thirteen 
year old daughter I've only been divorced for two years 
so I've still not got back on my feet properly yet.

I was a little disappointed when my daughter told me 
that she wanted to spend Christmas with her father and 
his parents, disappointed mainly because he would be 
with his family and all I had was Sarah, so when she 
wanted to stop over with her father I would be all 
alone.

I realised that Sarah needed to see her father but why 
couldn't she have asked to stop with him over the 
summer holidays when I had to have eight weeks off work 
to look after her? When I divorced Tony I didn't do too 
badly at all, he had been caught committing adultery, 
not by me, the police caught him fucking some nineteen 
year old kid in the back seat of our car and they 
prosecuted him for an act of gross indecency in a 
public place. 

I won custody of Sarah, the house and the car, he ended 
up with nothing, he even had to move back home to live 
with his parents because he also lost his job over the 
court case. I live in Hull, love the small town feel of 
the place, but Tony never really felt comfortable on 
the east coast, he was from Manchester and so after the 
divorce he had to scuttle back there.

I had the car but wasn't what you would call a natural 
driver, I only ever drove on local roads, in the 
fifteen years I had held a licence I had never driven 
on a road that I could drive over fifty miles an hour, 
When Sarah asked me if I would drive her over to 
Manchester I had to say no. I found a small coach 
company that made a return trip from Manchester once a 
week, if I hadn't found that company, Sarah would 
probably have to travel to London and then back to 
Manchester and that would have taken two days or she 
would have had some other almost as horrible journey.

Three days before Christmas I took Sarah to the coach 
station, we got there early, the last direct coach from 
hull to Manchester before Christmas should have been 
packed out and I wanted to try and get Sarah sitting 
somewhere close to the driver. When we arrived at the 
coach stand the bus was already there, the engine was 
off and the coach looked very cold and unfriendly, I 
went to the ticket office and asked if everything was 
OK with the bus, the clerk looked over to the stand, 
"Mmm. Yes, I think so, they usually move it to the 
garage over night but last night they just left it on 
their stand, it is due to go out in an hour though!" 
she said smiling.

After an hour Sarah and I were still the only two 
waiting at the side of the bus when the door suddenly 
opened taking us totally by surprise, a man stepped off 
looking very dishevelled, it was already past the time 
that the bus should have left, "You two can get on, 
I'll check your tickets when I come back from the 
bathroom!"

I sat Sarah on the seat behind the driver, I noticed 
that the back seat of the bus had a sleeping bag and 
pillow on it, the driver had slept on the bus all 
night. When the driver returned I presented Sarah's 
ticket, told him that she would be travelling alone and 
asked him why he hadn't already left as he was now 
twenty minutes behind schedule, "There were two other 
tickets sold for today's trip back to Manchester, I 
always like to give people a chance to get through 
traffic!" was the drivers response. Eventually the 
coach left for Manchester forty-five minutes late, it 
worried me a lot, what kind of bus company has only 
three passengers on a once a week journey and survives?

Christmas was, as I expected, very miserable. I was 
free to go out to parties with friends from work 
without worrying about leaving Sarah too long, and if I 
had managed to score I wouldn't have had a problem 
taking the guy home, not that I did strike it lucky!

I was watching TV, it was two days before Sarah was due 
home, there was a typical six pm, evening news, 
bleeding heart story, I almost missed it, a guy was 
decrying a coach company for leaving his fiancée 
stranded in Manchester on the eve of their wedding day, 
I heard 'Manchester' and zoned in to the story, just in 
time to hear that the guy's fiancée was about to step 
onto the coach when they closed the doors and the coach 
drove off, the company had been declared bankrupt over 
the Christmas break, the coach was making a run between 
Manchester and Birmingham but it was the same company 
that Sarah had left Hull on almost two weeks earlier.

I went straight to the coach station, the stand that 
the Manchester bus was expected to arrive had a sign on 
it that there would be no more service to and from 
Manchester by that company, I went into the ticket 
office to ask what options they could suggest, I was 
almost in tears I was so frustrated by the clerk, every 
option she checked out was full for the next seven 
days, I told the woman that there was no way I could 
drive to Manchester and back, there had to be some 
other way, train, bus, hell I'd even pay for my 
daughter to fly home. 

The guy standing behind me tapped my shoulder, I turned 
and was about to give him a piece of my mind, I was 
after all there first, I didn't care how much of a 
hurry he was in he was going to have to wait for me to 
sort out my problem first, I took a deep breath and was 
about to blow his head off when he smiled, "I'm Dave, I 
have a clean driving license but no car, and an urgent 
need to be in Manchester before the weekend and I have 
a testimonial to prove I'm not an axe murderer!" He 
took the wind right out of my sails, "What?" 

"I could drive you and your car to Manchester, you fill 
it up before we leave Hull and I'll fill it up when we 
hit Manchester, you get to pick up your daughter and 
only have to drive one way and also it will only cost 
you half for the petrol too!"

the deal was struck, I arranged to pick Dave up from 
his house at five am the next day, he drove to the 
petrol station and I paid for the gas, then I slept as 
Dave took the fastest route to Manchester, I felt sorry 
for my old car, I hadn't pushed it past fifty since I 
took over ownership, and now here it was, almost one 
hundred miles an hour on roads that were a little like 
glass from the recent sub-zero temperatures, I closed 
my eyes through fear but slept with gratitude.

I was glad that I had slept all the way to Manchester, 
that meant that I would be fresh enough to drive back 
home the same day, I didn't look forward to stopping 
over in Manchester, my in-laws bothered me a lot, they 
were far too 'touchy-feely' for my liking, my husband 
was always hugging his sisters and aunties and kissing 
them too, he had three brothers, they and his father 
were always seeking excuses to kiss and hug me, the 
whole family seemed 'overly friendly' to me, 
unnaturally so!

Sarah would be so surprised to see me in Manchester, it 
was almost noon when I knocked on the door, the house 
seemed to be bursting at the seams with Tony's family, 
he and all of his brothers were there, and their 
children, well not children so much, just sons, Tony's 
father, Bill answered the door, he was wearing a 
dressing gown and as he turned to allow me into the 
house I clearly saw that he was totally naked under the 
gown, naked and excited. I asked if Joan, his wife was 
around, I wanted to thank her for looking after Sarah. 
"No, she's at Esmy's house for the day, we decided to 
have a boy's only party today!" "Is Sarah with her at 
your daughter's house?" "No, she refused point blank to 
leave her father for more than one minute more than she 
has too!"

I could hear a lot of running about in the living room 
before I got to the door, the younger boy's were all 
sitting round in just underpants, Tony and his brothers 
were all in dressing gowns and Sarah was in her nighty 
but it was on inside out. I patted her bottom as I 
said, "Go and get dressed, and make sure that you have 
packed all your stuff, we have to get on our way back 
as soon as possible!" I noticed as I patted her bottom 
that Sarah wasn't wearing panties under her night 
dress, I also noticed that there was a rather large 
video camera and lighting bar in the corner of the room 
and the coffee table was covered with seat cushions 
from the sofa and a bed sheet. I didn't want to think 
about what was going on just before I arrived but I was 
glad that I had an excuse to rush back home as quickly 
as possible.

I got the "Awww! Mum, I was supposed to be here one 
more day before coming home!" but I shrugged that off, 
"I had to come over when the opportunity arose, and now 
we have to try and get as close to home while it's 
still light as possible, now come along, get ready and 
pack please!"

I drove to the Motorway, as I crossed the bridge I 
noticed that there was no5hing moving on the road, all 
three lanes were stationary. I turned off the feeder 
road at the last moment and pulled into a lay-by as I 
flicked through my road atlas I turned on the radio to 
the BBC local Radio station, there was an accident, a 
thirty mile tail back and it was growing every minute, 
then there was a supplementary misery to add to my 
problems, bad weather was coming down from the Lake 
District, there was a white-out snow storm, heading 
south at thirty miles an hour, it would over take us in 
just three hours. 

I found a 'B' road that crossed the spine of the 
country it would be slow, but then not as slow as the 
motor way right now, and I didn't fancy the motor way 
during a snow storm, I headed off in search of the 'B' 
road over the hills.

Long boring story short, we got thirty miles before my 
old car broke down, the high speed dash across country 
and then the hill climbing I had put it through were 
too much for the old car, I took my mobile phone out, I 
wasn't a member of a breakdown service but I could pay 
extra to join and use them the same day, well I could 
if there had been a signal, then the snow started to 
fall, gently at first but then in a rush. I had managed 
to get the car most of the way off the road and onto a 
grass verge. The temperature in the car fell rapidly 
after the engine had stopped and I was starting to 
worry that we might not survive a night on a hilltop in 
a sub-zero blizzard.

All of a sudden there was a huge bang and the car, with 
us in it, was launched ten feet into the field, we had 
been rear-ended in the poor visibility by an eighteen 
wheeler struggling to avoid the log-jammed motorway 
like us.

The Driver was shouting at me, partly because of the 
high wind and partly because he was mad at me for 
parking in such a stupid place, it wasn't helped by the 
fact that he kept lapsing into French or German, I 
rubbed the snow off of the back of my car to show that 
the hazard lights were on when I broke down and that 
the snow had obscured them. 

The driver apologised and introduced himself as George, 
he was sorry for pushing us further off the road, then 
he mounted back into his truck and was about to drive 
off. I stood in the road to stop him, I told him that I 
had broken down and had no way of getting help way out 
there on the hill top. "Well Lady, I'm sorry but my 
contract with the British Government states that I 
can't carry any passengers, if I'm caught I'll lose the 
contract and my job!" 

"You can't leave us here to die!" 

"What's it worth to you?" 

I stood there flabbergasted, my daughter and I stood 
there in front of this man, we were in a life 
threatening predicament and he was asking what was in 
it for him to save us!

Sarah pushed past me and clambered up the ladder to 
reach the handle on the passenger side door of the 
truck, she opened the door and as it swung towards me I 
read "Stepfather" hand painted in copperplate script 
along the strip under the window. Inside the truck it 
was very hot, it only took a few seconds to fight off 
the cold from our freezing car and then the argument in 
the snowstorm. As the snow sticking to my clothes 
melted in the heat it soaked me through to the skin, 
Sarah was soaked too. Then I realised that she had left 
her bag in the car so even she had no clean dry clothes 
with her. 

We were driving along at around ten to fifteen miles an 
hour, so I could have run back to the car to get 
Sarah's bag but I was stunned into silence with what I 
was hearing, "So, what am I going to get for saving 
your lives?" George asked, Sarah smiled, "You can have 
me, do anything you want but you have to leave my mum 
alone! OK?" now it was George's turn to smile, he must 
have realised that Sarah was far too young for sex but 
he was now as happy as a sand boy because she had 
offered her body to him.

"So what does 'Stepfather' on your door mean?" Sarah 
asked. 

"It's my CB radio handle but also because I love my 
stepdaughter so much!" 

"How old is she?" 

"She's twenty-three now but I fell in love with her 
when she was ten years old!" 

"By 'in love' do you mean sexually?" 

"Of course!"

I started to splutter into life, I pulled Sarah to me, 
and as far away from George as possible "you don't know 
what you are saying to this man!" 

"Cool down mum, I've spent two weeks in 'Incest 
central' I know everything there is to know about sex 
by now." 

I was stunned into silence once again as Sarah calmly 
started to undress, removing every stitch of her wet 
clothing and draping it in front of the heater box that 
was blowing red-hot air into the cab. "George, you want 
to find some place to pull off the road and take your 
payment?" Sarah said.

George smiled broadly as he pulled up in the middle of 
the road, "No need to pull over, nothing is behind us, 
the police tried to stop me coming over the top but I 
have special pass, government contract, must not be 
delayed, they were putting barrier across behind me as 
I came up here!" 

George pulled the curtain that separated the sleep 
compartment from the cap, as all the material was 
gathered above the head of his double bed he flicked a 
catch and started to close the curtain again, the catch 
diverted the curtain around the front window, so now 
the curtain that had separated the sleep cab enclosed 
the whole cab Sarah copied George and I found myself 
staring at the dirty, stained, grey material of the 
truck's curtains as Sarah climbed over the back of the 
seat and into the rear sleep compartment. 

George stripped naked in his seat, I flicked my eyes 
over from time to time as he undressed, he had a good 
body for a truck driver, he was also very well equipped 
in the trouser-snake department, very long, five inches 
in circumference with a lot of prominent veins running 
along it's length and an over inflated mushroom of a 
head, deep purple and angry looking.

As George climbed over into the back I heard Sarah ask 
how he wanted her, "On your face baby!" "You can't do 
my bottom, my grandfather was a little rough in there 
earlier and it's still painful!" "Pity, I love to cum 
in a girl with a good layer of her shit on my cock the 
first time!" 

I suddenly came to my senses, I shouldn't be allowing 
my daughter to do this, she was far too young to take 
on this huge man, especially as he had already shown 
that he was an animal, prepared to leave us to die in a 
snowstorm and all that talk of her shit on his cock, my 
change of heart had nothing to do with the fact that he 
was quite a magnificent specimen of a man. 

"You can't use one of those, my dad says that all of 
our family have an intolerance to the Latex they use in 
condoms!" 

Tony had used that one on me our first time, and Sarah 
was the result of that first fuck, I married Tony 
because my family would never have allowed me to 
terminate and my father had threatened Tony with a 
shotgun if he didn't make an honest woman of me. Tony 
had also told me that he wanted six children just like 
his parents, but instead of three boys and three girls 
he wanted four girls and two boys or even five girls 
and one boy, after twenty-three hours of labour I 
decided that I didn't want to go through that again and 
as soon as I could I had an 'IUD' fitted to prevent 
Tony's family planning program. After I had the 'IUD' 
fitted I asked Tony what he thought of them, "The 
coating is usually Latex, if you have one fitted you 
have to make sure it doesn't have any latex in it or 
I'll have an allergic reaction when we make love!"

I snapped out of it, "You can't do it, I can't let you, 
I'll let you do me instead!" George laughed out loud, 
"You're mad, who in there right mind would take mutton 
when fresh spring lamb is on offer?" I was now looking 
directly at my daughter and the man kneeling between 
her thighs, he had his right hand under her left knee, 
lifting her leg up and pulling it over to his right, 
his left had was holding his iron rod and rubbing his 
purple cock-head up and down Sarah's vaginal slit, then 
he had it lined up and said, "OK baby, you ready?" 

I looked closely, Sarah's vagina was already red and 
sore looking, her anal muscle looked even worse, it was 
wide open with little cuts radiating out from the 
centre, it looked totally abused, then I noticed Sarah 
nodding her head and George fell with all of his weight 
against her abdomen, knocking the wind from her lungs, 
as the air came out of Sarah's lungs I heard, "OH 
Yesssssss! Baby, give it to me hard!"

I didn't want to look, there was nothing I could do 
about it, I had to watch to make sure that George 
didn't hurt my little girl, George was buried, ball 
deep, in Sarah's tiny body, just laying there, Sarah 
reached her hands around George's hips and pressed her 
fingers into his buttocks, I saw her press her fingers 
into his flesh and then release, she was guiding his 
tempo with her finger tips and George was responding by 
pounding into her body as she pressed her fingers into 
his buttocks and pulling back out as she relaxed. 

I sat hardly daring to breath, mouth wide open watching 
my little girl taking this grown man, like she had been 
doing it all her life, I heard George's breathing 
change, going shallower and faster, he was nearing his 
climax. I wanted to scream, "Not inside her you 
bastard!" but I couldn't get anything out of my mouth, 
Sarah on the other hand could, "No, too soon, please 
don't cum yet darling!" 

"It's OK little one, George isn't a one shot wonder, 
there is more to go round!"

George panted through his climax, Sarah said, "OH! 
Yessss baby, fill me up, fill me with your seed!" and 
then Sarah's hands fell to her sides, she had 
disappointment written all over her face, "Did you feel 
it little one?" Sarah nodded her head, "Did you feel it 
all flooding into you, filling you up inside?" 

Sarah whispered, "Yes!" I, and I guess Sarah too, 
thought that George would roll off of her very soon and 
get back to driving us through the blizzard but we were 
both wrong, George was moving his hips up and down 
lazily, I could imagine his softening cock about to 
fall out of Sarah's tourchured vagina but he didn't, 
"Can you feel it baby? Can you feel it growing again?" 

The smile was back on Sarah's face, I realised that I 
was shivering, the wet clothes that I was still wearing 
were starting to draw the heat out of my body, the fan 
heater in the truck wasn't pushing hardly any heat out 
now that we were stationary with the engine ticking 
over, the fan heater seemed to need the air scooped in 
as we drove along to push the heat from the engine 
through into the cab, Sarah told me I should take my 
wet clothes off before I caught a cold or something, 
she pulled the cover back on the bed at the side of 
her. "Come on, undress and get in here next to me!" 

As George still hadn't begun his stride again Sarah 
managed to get the bed cover under her back and bottom 
and now she was lying on the bottom sheet, I undressed 
and slipped into the bed by my daughters side, Sarah 
threw the covers over all of us and George began to 
pick up the pace again and this time he fucked Sarah 
hard and fast for almost thirty minutes, managing to 
drive her through a chain of climaxes before he finally 
filled her belly once again with his hot seed.

George climbed off of Sarah and he had to climb over me 
to get out of the bed, he stopped over me and rubbed 
his cock against my belly, "You want to taste my cock 
and your little girl's pussy juice on my cock mummy?" 

I ignored him, he lowered his body and rubbed his cock-
head over my pussy mound, wiping leaking sperm in my 
hairy mound. "Or would you like to feel George's cum in 
your belly too?" "Leave my mum alone George, you can 
have me but my mum don't like sex so leave her out of 
this!" George carried on and slipped out of the bed and 
into the driving seat.

I realised that the lorry's cab was still rocking as if 
George was still fucking Sarah energetically, it was 
the storm throwing the massive cab from side to side, 
George opened the curtains, "Shit, the snow has caught 
up with us, we will have to stop here until the heavy 
snow passes over!" 

George closed the curtains and slipped back into bed, 
he was now lying on my right and Sarah was on my left. 
I felt George rub his cock against my bottom and he 
pushed his semi-hard phallus between my bottom cheeks 
and he started to breathe deeply as he fell asleep.

"Why do you think I don't like sex?" "You don't!" "Why 
would you think that?" "Dad said that it was always a 
big deal trying to get in your panties and Grandpa said 
that you never let him or any of my uncles fuck you so 
I just thought that you didn't like men or sex at all!" 
George was actually sleeping but he was still trying to 
fuck me, he must have been replaying his fun with Sarah 
in his dream and as his cock was resting between my ass 
cheeks he was pushing slowly in and out, and he was 
growing too as he dreamed his way through the fuck. I 
tilted my hips slightly, George's cock head lined up 
with my pussy and it eased just a fraction of an inch 
into my vagina. "I don't dislike sex!" 

"What?" 

"I said, I don't dislike sex, I just didn't like the 
way your father went about asking for sex!" 

"What about Grandpa and dad's brothers?" "I shouldn't 
be talking to you like this!" I gasped, George had 
moved slightly and now his cock was an inch inside my 
pussy, that was more sex than I had had in over two 
years, and sex before that wasn't so frequent either. 

"Well?" 

"Well what?" 

"Grandpa and dad's brothers?" 

"A man's wife doesn't have sex with anyone but him, 
definitely not his brothers or father!" 

"Everybody else in our family does!" 

George was now hitting quite a nice pace, then I 
remembered, as I was divorced and not sexually active I 
had the 'IUD' removed last time I went in to the 
doctors for my annual check-up, I was unprotected and 
George had already climaxed twice within the hour, his 
cock shaft must have been full of swimmers looking for 
a target, I was breathing heavily now, Sarah realised 
what was happening and looked over my shoulder at 
George, seeing that he was fast asleep and still 
fucking me Sarah giggled and then reached between my 
legs and started to massage my clitoris, she leaned 
forward and kissed me on the lips, she tipped me right 
over the edge and into a full on climax, it had been a 
long time since I had felt that. 

George woke up and pushed me onto my face, rolled on 
top of my back and lifted his hips off of me, when he 
pushed forward again he was no longer lined up with my 
pussy, the pain was excruciating as he forced his 
entire length deep into my anus. I made no sound though 
because Sarah had her tongue deep in my mouth.

"I love to feel a nice tight virgin ass squeezing my 
cock, leaving a nice film of shit on my shaft!" George 
was pounding into my ass and then he suddenly slipped 
it from my ass and filled my cunt totally, pushing it 
in deep as his red-hot sperm washed all over my cervix, 
my unprotected cervix. We all fell asleep hugging each 
other for warmth.

Around two am George woke up, as he slipped out of the 
bed he woke Sarah and me, it sounded like the storm had 
abated, I watched as George pulled the door handle and 
put his shoulder to the door, it didn't budge, he 
opened the curtain and I could see that the snow was 
already an inch higher than the window and the snow was 
still falling, less ferociously that during the storm 
but still falling. "Dam, I need a piss, you girls got 
anything I can take a piss in so I can throw it out the 
window?" 

I held up a bottle of water, "This is all there is back 
here!" I said. "Don't be stupid, that's the only water 
we have, we may be desperate for that sometime soon!" 
Sarah rolled over the top of me and slipped over the 
back of the passenger seat, she knelt on the floor in 
front of George and took his cock in her hand, pulling 
it to her mouth she slipped her lips over the end of 
his cock and looked up into his eyes, smiling as best 
she could with a mouth full of cock. "Well, you have 
been trained well my little darling!" 

George said, his eyes closed slightly and a look of 
satisfaction on his face, I thought that Sarah was 
simply giving George a 'blow-job' until I realised that 
she wasn't moving her head ot masturbating his shaft 
but swallowing, drinking as George pissed into her 
mouth.

Sarah clambered back into bed, climbed back over me and 
took a drink from the bottle of water, she looked at 
me, there must have been a look of shock or horror on 
my face, "What?" "How could you do that?" "Oh mum! He's 
only one man, I've looked after a lot more than that 
for ages!" I was definitely learning things about Sarah 
that I hadn't ever suspected, some things I don't think 
I could really understand or appreciate but I was 
learning. "Well we are here for the night now so we may 
as well make the most of it!" George said as he slipped 
into bed again.

Sarah asked if George wanted to take a little more 
payment for our shelter and he laughed out loud as he 
rolled over me and pushed Sarah onto her back, he 
uncovered her, pushed her knees up and apart, "How 
about you little one, you needing a piss or what?" Then 
he pushed his face hard between Sarah's thighs, George 
was giving Sarah oral sex and at the moment of her 
climax she allowed her bladder to empty and George 
drank her juice down greedily. 

George pulled his head free, his face was totally 
covered in Sarah's pee, he slid his body along hers and 
they kissed as his cock slipped into her small body, 
Sarah kissed and licked at her own pee on his face as 
he fucked her and drove her to many more climaxes 
before he finally emptied his balls into her body.

I lay watching, I had never been big on voyeurism, I 
never watched blue films, I refused to even watch the 
reflection in a mirror when Tony set one up once in our 
bedroom so that he could watch himself fucking me, and 
I almost went totally insane the time he turned up at 
home with an eight millimetre film camera to record our 
lovemaking session but I lay there watching Sarah and 
George fucking like animals, I wasn't in the least bit 
turned off by it as I thought I would be, in fact I 
found myself becoming quite turned on by the sight.

George climbed back over me and took a hand full of my 
hair, he man-handled me into a position where I was on 
my knees, my head forced between my daughters thighs 
and I found myself lapping at Sarah's cunt full of 
Georges cum as he filled my own cunt up with his 
wonderful cock, he drove my passions to boiling point 
as I did the same to Sarah, As soon as George filled me 
he dragged Sarah round so that she was in a 
conventional sixty-nine position with me on tom and her 
on her back under me where we both staid in an eternal 
circle of climaxing with George sitting in the 
grandstand watching appreciatively.

At four am we all settled back down to sleep the last 
few hours of the night, again we were all cuddling up 
together for what little warmth there was.

I woke at eight o'clock, the storm sounded like it was 
over but it was totally dark in the cab, the curtains 
weren't capable of keeping much light out so there was 
some other reason that it was still dark as midnight. I 
pulled the curtains open and was shocked to see that 
there was snow piled up against the windows of the 
lorry to within an inch of the roof, I woke George in a 
panic, I couldn't tell if it was still snowing but we 
were very close to being totally buried under the snow.

We all dressed quickly and George wound the window down 
a few inches, he used a shoe on his hand like a glove 
to force the snow back away from the trucks window as 
far as he could, he wound the window down a little more 
and repeated the action until the window was completely 
open and there was a tunnel to the surface of the snow. 
George managed to squeeze himself out of the truck and 
up on to its roof, then he helped to pull Sarah and I 
from the truck, we were standing on the cab roof, the 
snow on the ridge was at least ten feet thick, in the 
fields around the truck the snow wasn't as thick but 
there was still no way we were about to be rescued any 
time soon.

George was suddenly galvanised, he dropped down into 
the the truck and returned a few moments later with the 
government contract he was so proud of, then he stood 
brushing the snow off of his clothes, as if he were 
trying to impress Sarah and I, then I noticed his eyes 
were fixed on the distant horizon, I followed his 
stare, there were two black specks about ten miles away 
but growing in size as they got closer. Two army 
Channock helicopters were heading our way, they weren't 
looking for stranded motorists, from five miles away 
they were heading directly for George's truck.

Eight men dropped out of one helicopter, an officer and 
one soldier struggled through the snow to the top of 
the cab to talk to George as six men with shovels 
headed to the rear of the trailer and started to dig 
their way to the back doors, to save time and effort of 
digging too much snow away they blew the hinges of the 
door off, George was shivering, not from the cold but 
from fear, the barrel of the SA80 rifle was pointing at 
George's head, he held out the blue paper he had 
rescued from inside his cab earlier, the officer looked 
at the contract, I noticed that the officer's clipboard 
held a photograph of George. Sarah and I were then to 
attention of the officer with his armed soldier 
standing threateningly behind him, when questioned I 
remembered to say that we had skidded off the road and 
had walked into Georges stranded lorry because we could 
hear his engine was still running and we needed some 
place warm to weather the storm.

We watched as the six soldiers emptied George's trailer 
and then George followed his cargo into one of the 
helicopters, George didn't even have time to say 
goodbye as he was whisked to the east at treetop 
height. The officer and soldiers called the second 
helicopter down and started to clamber on board, Sarah 
and I looked like we were about to be left behind but I 
caught her hand and dragged her onto the rear ramp 
before they could close it.

The officer looked like he was deciding weather to toss 
us both off into the snow but finally he told me that 
he could only take us as far as Manchester, they were 
heading to St. Athan near to Cardiff and Manchester was 
the only large city that they would be flying over, we 
were dropped at Trafford general Hospital, just because 
they had a heli-pad large enough to take the large 
military helicopter. We had to dodge the medical staff 
who seemed to want to examine us, some sort of 
pavlovian reaction to a helicopter dropping people off 
on their heli-pad.

A short taxi ride saw us right back where we had 
started out twenty-four hours earlier at Tony's parents 
house. Bill answered the door, once again he was 
wearing only a dressing gown, he was really happy to 
see Sarah had returned, after the storm started they 
had tried to call on my mobile and they had been 
ringing our house every hour on the hour since to check 
that we were all right. 

Once again Sarah and I were drenched to the skin from 
the snowfall melting on our clothes, Joan rushed off 
and returned with two towel and two large T-shirts that 
belonged to Tony, Sarah just stripped off in front of 
everyone and started to dry herself off, Bill stood 
looking at me expectantly, then he cleared his throat, 
"I guess that you will need a little privacy!" 

He took my hand and guided me to the down stairs 
bathroom, as I stripped and dried myself he was talking 
to me through the bathroom door, "We're all snowed in, 
nothing is moving on the motorway and the trains can't 
get in or out, so it looks like you two are stuck here 
until after the snow melts, maybe even a little 
longer!"

I opened the door intending to say I'd be leaving as 
soon as I could get out of Manchester, even if it meant 
just going to the next town on the way home but I 
didn't, Joan was standing next to Bill with a hot drink 
in her hands waiting patiently for me to come out, she 
smiled, held out the drink to me, "It's hot lemon, 
honey and whisky with one of Bill's special multi-
vitamin mixtures, to try and keep the cold and flue at 
bay!" 

Back in the living room, Sarah looked almost 
respectable, she was wearing the T-shirt, on her it was 
almost a dress, down to just above her knee, on me 
though it was shorter than a micro-mini but I had 
learned to relax about a few things in just twenty-four 
hours, Sarah was just finishing the same drink as Joan 
had given to me, my drink was more than fifty percent 
whisky, I just hoped that Sarah's drink wasn't as 
strong.

I finished up my drink quickly, Sarah was sitting on 
Tony's knee, she had started out sitting sideways on as 
she finished the last of her drink but now she had 
turned to face Tony, he had opened his dressing gown 
and had wrapped it around Sarah too, her movement's 
made it clear that she was actually riding her father's 
cock right there in front of me and Tony's parents.

Bill took my hand and pulled me away, I had just been 
standing a few inches away from Sarah and Toni with my 
mouth wide open, Bill turned his seat slightly so that 
as he sat on it and pulled me onto his knee, with my 
back to him and my legs either side of his, I wasn't 
able to see Sarah and her father without turning my 
head significantly further than was comfortable. 

"How are you feeling darling?" 

I thought that Bill was taking a huge liberty calling 
me darling, normally I would have bitten his head off 
for that kind of patronising comment, but I was feeling 
all warm and, well, comfortable, and suddenly didn't 
mind Bill patronising me.

"Do you have a good sense of smell darling?" Bill asked 
me.

I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't know if I had a good 
sense of smell or not, I never seemed to miss smelling 
anything o tried to smell, Bill held a very small 
bottle under my nose, "Smell this, tell me what you can 
smell!" I sniffed up 'gingerly', "Nothing!" There 
wasn't a smell so much as a feeling, a tingle inside my 
nostril followed by a slight buzz inside my head.

"Are you sure?" 

I nodded my head.

"Try it this way!" Bill placed his finger at the side 
of my nose, closing off one nostril and holding the 
bottle so that its mouth was almost sealing off the 
other nostril, "Sniff it as deeply as you can!" 

I drew as much air as I could into my nose, the 
tingling feeling in my nose flashed very powerfully but 
then was overwhelmed by whatever I was sniffing, Bill 
repeated the action with the other nostril, telling me 
to sniff as deeply as before, I did happily, same thing 
happened again, then bill did the same to himself.

"What was it supposed to smell of?" I asked, it seemed 
to have taken about ten minutes between my mind telling 
me to ask the question and the question finding its way 
out of my mouth, "It should have smelt like a mixture 
of Amyl Nitrate and Nitroglycirine!" It was one of the 
many things that I found irritating about Bill, he was 
very well educated, he worked at Astro-Zeneca's plant 
in Manchester doing research into new drugs, there was 
an even longer delay between me wanting to know what 
that mixture would do and me asking the question. 

"Well, in simple terms, the two compounds work by 
opening all of your veins and arteries, even the 
capillaries feeding blood to your skin will double in 
width. Because your body needs more blood your heart 
will increase in speed, up to double its normal speed 
so the Nitroglycirine tells your heart to increase its 
output, your lungs will work harder too, making you 
feel like you have run for the bus!" 

At that Bill smiled over my shoulder at me, he reached 
around and pinched one of my nipples gently, "The extra 
blood to your skin makes things like your nipples grow 
larger than they have ever been before and more 
sensitive!" 

I was looking down at Bill's hand as it pinched harder 
and harder, I would normally have pushed Bill's hand 
away, pushed anyone's hand away if they had done 
something like that with three other people in the room 
but the feeling was so 'out of this world', that even 
though Sarah was very close by and it was her 
grandfather manipulating my breasts I didn't want him 
to stop, I looked up, Joan was smiling at me, she was 
kneeling on the floor, just in front of Bill's knees.

!The affect between your legs is even more remarkable, 
your inner lips would usually be white while relaxed, 
but when excited they become a delicate Coral Pink, by 
now they will be blood red, your body couldn't produce 
such intensity naturally but with this little compound 
it always happens, and you will find that your clitoris 
will be three to four times longer than it has ever 
been before and fatter too!" Joan was lifting the 
bottom of the T-shirt, looking up into my body, I was 
trying to look too but the t-shirt was in the way. 

"What are you thinking mother? She can't see because 
her t-shirt is in the way!" Joan started to lift the 
bottom of my t-shirt higher, Bill stopped working my 
nipple, which was a good thing as I was definitely 
getting far too turned on by what my ex-father in law 
was doing to me. As Joan pulled the front of my t-shirt 
up Bill eased me forward so that the back slipped up 
too, as Joan's hands came close to my face I raised my 
arms instinctively and the only item of clothing 
covering my body was gone.

This wasn't like me at all, I was usually a very 
private person, I had never let anyone other than my 
doctor ee me fully nude in the daylight before but here 
I was naked and sitting on Bill's knee, as I settled 
back down I felt Bill's hairy chest against my back, he 
had opened his dressing gown while I was held away from 
his body, I could feel the heat of his erection 
pressing into my buttocks too. I was now looking with 
great interest at the bright red slot peeping out from 
between my hair covered labia major.

I was shocked to see my clitoris, the first time in my 
life that I had been able to see it without using a 
hand mirror. Joan reached out and spread my outer lips 
and massaged my clitoris with her index finger, I went 
from curiously looking at my own vagina as if it 
belonged to someone else, to throwing my head back 
against Bill's chest, eyes closed and gasping for air 
as every muscle in my body spasmed through a powerful 
climax, the first ever climax at the hand of another 
woman, when I opened my eyes Joan was naked and leaning 
forward to kiss my vagina.

"An advantage of the increased blood flow to your 
vagina and clitoris is that every touch is amplified, 
the messages passing from each nerve cell is making its 
journy to your brain in less than half the time it 
usually takes, as for me, it adds an inch to the length 
of my cock and teo inches to its thickness!" Joan was 
pushing her hand under my bottom as Bill was talking, 
she was reaching in to free Bill's cock from under my 
buttocks.

I watched as bill took another deep sniff at the 
bottle, then he held the bottle under my nose as Joan 
freed his cock and began rubbing it along my vagina, up 
and down my slit and at my clitoris she put extra 
pressure on to the rubbing, I pushed my own nostril 
closed to get the maximum effect from the chemical 
compound, I was gasping for air already and my heart 
was beating so fast that it was impossible to cunt, 
Bill had to pull the bottle away, "Not too much 
darling!"

Bill told Joan that she was in the way, she apologised 
and moved to the side of the seat, "Now if you want me 
to fuck you, you have to put my cock in your pussy 
yourself!" my mind was trying to compute what was 
happening and what was being said, there was no 
question that I wanted to be fucked.

The previous night with George and Sarah had proved to 
me that life without sex wasn't a patch on life with 
sex, I had, up to that point in my life, had totally 
the wrong attitude to sex, sex had been something that 
pleased a man, not that I had pleased that many men, I 
had been too hung up about things, cut my own nose off 
to spite my face as it were, no, I definitely wanted 
fucking, I would have probably chosen George, had he 
been here, but definitely not Tony, so Bill it would 
have to be, no, I was getting confused.

Bill had said something very important, he had told 
Joan that she was in the way, in the way of what? As I 
reached down and pushed Bills huge cock into my pussy, 
I looked around, I saw Bills cock slipping deep into my 
pussy, I wasn't looking down any more and shouldn't 
have been able to see my vagina and Bill's cock like 
that but I could. 

It was on the forty-eight inch flat screen TV mounted 
on the wall opposite the chair Bill and I were sitting 
on, I looked to the corner of the room, the lighting 
bar and video camera that I had seen in the room the 
previous day had been pushed into the corner bus was 
obviously still turned on.

Joan was rubbing my clitoris as Bill slowly fucked me, 
I was being driven mad by Joan's fingers and the sight 
of what Bill and Joan were doing to me, I decided to 
try and turn around, it took an age but I was finally 
facing Bill and now I was able to ride Bill instead of 
being forced to let Bill fuck me slowly as he wanted to 
do, I had come to the opinion that if I fucked Bill as 
I wanted to be fucked he would climax far faster and 
then we could all relax.

As Bill started kissing me I could see my own bottom 
now, not on the huge TV screen but on a computer 
monitor, as we were fucking, it would appear, that the 
video stream was going out on the Internet. The phone 
rang, joan answered it, it was one of Tony's brothers, 
Joan held the telephone to Bill's ear so that Bill 
could talk to his son, "No son, not right away, she's 
not ready just yet!" 

They didn't say anything but I just knew that they had 
been talking about me, one of Tony's brothers had been 
asking if he could pop over and fuck me after Bill had 
finished with me, I was grateful deep down inside that 
Bill had put his son off, the way I was at that moment 
I would have taken on all comers but I knew that in the 
morning I would have regretted it. I settled down to 
fucking Bill, trying to get him to empty his balls into 
me so that he would lose interest and I could get 
dressed again.

I lost track of just how long I had been fucking Bill, 
I phased out several times from lack of oxygen caused 
by the intensity og one orgasm linking into the next 
while the third was building, "I'm never going to cum 
like this darling!" Bill said, he told Joan to set up 
the coffee table.

I carried on fucking Bill for all I was worth as Joan 
pulled the low coffee table into the centre of the 
room, she took the cushions off of the sofa and placed 
them on top of the table, I was watching her closely 
over my shoulder as I kept trying to force Bills spunk 
out of his balls. 

Joan covered the cushions with a rubber sheet and then 
a white cotton cover, Bill lifted me off of his cock as 
easily as if I had been a child, he pulled me over to 
the centre of the room and pushed me down onto the 
cover on my back, the area covered by the cushions was 
barely long enough to support me from the middle of my 
back to my shoulders. 

Bill pushed my knees against my breasts, he asked Tony 
to come over and hold my ankles back, I watched as Tony 
lifted Sarah off of his cock and walk over to my head, 
he stood over me, cum and Sarah's lubricating juice 
dripping off of his cock and onto my forehead. Bill 
lined his cock up on my pussy and began to throw his 
cock into me with force and speed.

I started to slide forward on the makeshift bed, Tony 
bent his knees so that they were touching my shoulders 
to stop me slipping away from his father, as he lowed 
down his cock brushed across my lips and I just opened 
my mouth and took Tony's cock into my mouth, I could 
taste the bitter, saltiness of the sperm that was still 
leaking out of his balls along with the sweetness of 
Sarah's lubricating fluid.

I couldn't believe that I was sucking Tony's cock 
willingly, while we were married I never sucked him 
willingly, and certainly never greedily as I seemed to 
be at that moment, even though I was finding it 
difficult to breath due to the exertion of my orgasms, 
I seemed to still wanted to taste Tony's cum filling my 
mouth, "You'll love the feeling when I cum darling!" 

Bill panted close to my ear, "I've developed a pill for 
men who have difficulty in producing sperm, they take 
one tablet once a day, I take two, twice a day, just 
because I love to cum a bucket full when I finally 
manage to fire off, and you will feel every drop of 
it!" 

He was close now, he had to be, he had been pounding 
into me in that position now for almost an hour, Tony 
kept pulling his cock free of my mouth each time he was 
close to his climax and I was finding it very 
frustrating to be the only one putting the effort into 
climaxing but then as if on queue both men started 
pumping spunk into me, I thought that I was going to 
drown from the quantity of spunk that Tony was pumping 
into my mouth and throat.

I wanted to take it all down but there was no chance, 
it was flooding from my nose and out of the side of my 
mouth as I was trying to swallow as fast as I could, 
and as much as Tony was pumping into my mouth it was 
nothing compared to the volume that Bill was pumping 
into my cunt, it felt like he was pissing into me 
rather than cumming.

I was finally allowed to straighten out, as my legs 
fell down and my head lifted up Joan came into focus, 
she was passing the video camera to Sarah, she had been 
filming her husband and son in close up as they double-
teamed me and now it was Sarah's turn to film things, 
she turned the camera onto joan as she sucked Bill's 
still rampant cock, Joan was trying to get every last 
drop of Bill's spunk from his monster cock, before 
turning her attention to me, she was drinking what felt 
like pints of jizz as it cascaded from my gaping wide 
pussy. 

After Joan had sucked, licked and lapped up every drop 
of Bill's cum from my body I slipped off the coffee 
table and grabbed the T-shirt I had been wearing, I 
went to the sofa and curled up to sleep.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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