The Dream House

I told him the number to her mobile (cell phone), and within seconds my mom was answering.

"Hello, Mrs Kelly Speaking."

"Hi mom, it's me. Where are you? Are you alright?"

"Oh Kate, I'm so sorry, you wouldn't believe the morning I've had. It's absolute murder trying to get around town. I don't know if I'm going to be able to get out to your house, my little fiat has broken down, and I can't get a taxi for love or money."

"So are you still at home?"

"Yes dear, as I said, my cars broke-down."

"But you're alright?"

"Yes why?"

"Look mom, I need to ask you a favour."

"What my dear?"

"Well Brian thinks you're already up here with me."

"Why? Isn't he there?"

"No I only just got off the valley road before the whole valley flooded, and the valley road isn't even there any more. Brian got stuck in Buxton."

"Oh my God Kate! Are you ok?"

"Yes mom, I got up to the house and I'm quite safe. But the problem is, when Brian asked if you were here, I knew he'd get worried if he thought I was up here on my own with all these builders, so I said you were here with me."

"Oh. So what do I do if he comes to my house?"

"You know what he's like; he wouldn't visit you even if he knew you were there, so he's hardly likely to come to Ashbourne if he thinks you're up here with me."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, I hadn't thought that far ahead. But somehow, when the water does recede, I need you to get up here before Brian."

Now all the time I've been talking the men around me were getting more adventurous, or cruder, depending on how you view these things. A couple of them were stroking my legs, and I was attempting to get them off with slaps, but it was like swatting flies, as soon as you slap one, another hand touches somewhere else. But more worrying, one man began stroking his dick! It was still inside his shorts, but he was pulling the material tight as he stroked, showing me its size.

Then Stan began to make gestures as he lent out of the window.

"Hang on a second mom. Look you lot, pack-it-in!"

Then I turned to Stan.

"Please Stan tell them to behave themselves."

Stan put his finger on the mute button of the phone, meaning my mom wouldn't hear what was being said.

"I've got a pal who's got a Land Rover; I bet if I was to phone him up, he'd be able to get your mom here using the road over the top of Darwin's peak."

"What you mean get mom out here tonight?"

"No, it's far too treacherous tonight, but maybe some time tomorrow morning, before the valley road has cleared, and more important for you, before your Brian arrives."

"Oh god yes! That would be great. Shall I ask my mom if she can be ready?"

"Well maybe."

He was just looking at me with a kind of silly smirk on his face, and as he didn't let go of the mute button, it was obvious I couldn't ask mom yet.

"Ok. What is the maybe?"

"Well Kate my dear, if I get this arranged for you, and we all keep your Brian in the dark about these little white lies of yours, is there gonna be any rewards coming our way?"

"Like what?"

"If that's your attitude love, then I think I'll cut your mom off now, and call your Brian and explain how I don't think it right and proper for his fiancé to be spending a night out here with all my men, I'm not sure I want the responsibility of keeping them under control."

"You wouldn't? Please don't do that. If he knew I'd been deceitful, he might call off the wedding. What were you thinking of for rewards, surely you don't expect me to have sex with any of you?"

"God no! Nobody mentioned having sex. But maybe you could put on a little bit of a show for the lads?"

"Like what? Strip?"

"Why not? It'll keep them occupied, and that way we all get something out of it."

"Just a strip, no touching, and nobody tell anyone what went on?"

"That'll do us wont it lads?"

There was a general sort of cheer, and acknowledgment with various gestures.

"Ok. But that's as far as it goes. Can I ask mom if she can be ready in the morning? What time do you think?"

He let go of the mute button, and said,

"I'll try to get him to be ready for nine o'clock, but we won't know until we see how the weather is tomorrow."

"Hi mom, sorry about the delay, but Stan, he's the builder, he says he has a pal with a 4 x 4 that can pick you up tomorrow morning, and bring you here over the top of the mountain, using the old dirt track."

"Is that safe?"

"He says they'll wait for the right weather conditions, but it will mean you'll be here before the valley road is opened, but more important before Brian arrives."

"Ok if you're sure that's what you want?"

"But will you be safe up there with all those men on your own?"

"Course I will, it's not like they are going to rape me, for gods sake, I know who they are, so they wouldn't dare."

Now as I was saying this, I saw at least three of them with their shorts pulled down, and dicks in their hands, stroking their lengths in a taunting manner.

"Ok my dear, I'll be ready in the morning, night night."

"Bye mom."

I handed the phone back to Stan, and as soon as he'd put it back down I asked.

"Stan, please tell them."

"Tell them what? They're only showing you how much you turn them on."

"But you agreed there'd be no touching?"

"They aren't touching you, are they?"

"No, but I don't exactly feel very safe with them playing with their ..... You know what's."

"Well I've heard lots of names for a dick, but that's a new one on me. Come on one of you, lift our Kate down and we'll take her inside, so she can show us what a little mover she is."

Before anyone took a hold of me,

"Hang on a minute. You promised no touching. Haven't you got some step ladders?"

"Bloody hell Kate, don't tell me you object to someone lifting you down."

"I know your men, it starts with hands on my waist, and before I know it, they'll be sliding them up inside my blouse. Just bring some steps, and I'll get myself. Ouch oh my bottom."

As I'd been talking, I'd shuffled myself forwards to the edge of the wood pile, so as I could climb onto the step when they arrived. But this little skirt had slid from under me, and the bare cheeks of my bottom were on the rough wooden planking. My shuffling had impaled me on a splinter. I guess only small, but god did it sting.

"What's wrong?"

"I've got a splinter in me."

"Silly girl, Jim, reach up there and lift her, but make sure you lift her backwards first, to pull her off the splinter. And you Kate, don't struggle, if you'd have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn't have happened."

Jim reached up, hands on my waist, and lifted, pushing me backwards at the same time.

"Ouch!"

I was up from the wood pile, and now he just tipped me over his left shoulder, and carried me like I was an old kit bag. My arms were dangling down his back, and he had both his hands on the inside of my legs about six inches above knee height.

"Bring her into the van." Called Stan. Jim did as he was told, and then lowered me onto the bed/settee in the end of the caravan. Stan knelt down in front of me and took hold of my ankles.

"Come on then, let's have your bottom up, and get that splinter out for you."

And with that, he was lifting my legs up and tipping me onto my back.

"Here Jim, you hold these for me." He said as he passed my ankles to Jim, with me now held on my back, ankles almost touching my shoulders. Which, of course, meant my legs were parted some-what.

"Please, is this necessary?"

"We've got to get it out for you; you wouldn't want it turning septic. Now just hold her still. Let's see now, are I think that's the little bugger. It's right on the edge of your panties."

"Can you see it?"

"Well I can see where it's scratched you. But I think it's broken off, I'm not sure if there's still some left in."

"Maybe it'll be ok; I can put some cream on it tomorrow."

"Don't be a silly girl, I'll hold your legs, and let Jim have a look; these young'uns have got better eyesight."

They swapped places, taking no notice of whether I wanted to be in this embarrassing position or not. Now Jim was kneeling down out of my line of sight, and the anticipation was driving my libido into overdrive, just being held in this position waiting for him to touch me. What you have to realise, is that although I said the splinter was in my bottom, where it actually stabbed me was as Stan had already pointed out, just on the outside of my panties. But it wasn't around the back on the cheeks of my bottom; it was on my inner thigh, alongside my now pulsing pussy lips.

"Uhhh."

As his fingers made contact I took in a sharp audible intake of breath.

"Sorry did that hurt?"

"No. I didn't mean to do it; you just took me by surprise."

"Well I'm just going to squeeze it a little, to see if I can get it to pop out. You tell me if it hurts."

His fingers began touching all around the area, but obviously, as his fingers probed around on one side, they were actually touching the outer flesh of my pussy lips. And I guess it comes as no surprise; that with each and every stroke or probe, a shock wave rippled up my pussy. Just that would have been bad enough, but as his fingers and thumbs pressed and probed; his remaining fingers of one of his hands strayed inside my panties, and were just gently rippling their way back and forth over my pussy lips. I bit my teeth together to prevent myself from letting out any of the groans or gasps of pleasure that my body was driving me to make, but there was no way of preventing my pussy from pouting its lips.

Then with my lips pulsing, as they closed I could feel his finger ends inside my hole. He was just gently sliding them in and out, only the very ends of his fingers, but with this, it confirmed what I'd thought, that this interference was deliberate! But as I tried to protest with my mouth, it was as though my throat was dry and my words refused to leave my lips. But if the lips of my mouths were dry and paralysed, the opposite was the case with my pussy. It was positively dripping, and opening for his every probe.

"I'm sure there's something still in here, but I can't seem to get it moving. Can you just open her legs a bit wider boss, and I'll try sucking on it, see if that does any good."

"I... P... Please... No..."

Stan had just taken my ankle that he was already holding, and spread them wide open. Then hearing me trying to make some kind of objection, he asked. "Are you ok?"

"Please no, just leave it now."

"Don't be a silly girl; it's got to come out. Just let me know if it hurts you."

And Jim just carried on as though I'd never spoken, although I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. It felt like his fingers that were inside my knickers, were easing my gusset across! Then as his mouth made contact with the splinter area, his little fingers were pulled out of my pussy, to be replaced by his first two fingers, the size and length left me in no doubt about this. But my pussy was so wet and willing; it was as though it was sucking them in.

"N No please No."

"What's wrong, is it stinging?"

"Oh god! No. Please tell him to stop."

"Hang on Jim, she's getting upset."

Jim sat up, but his two fingers were still deep inside my pussy.

"She don't feel all that upset, I got the impression she was enjoying it."

And with that he began giving my pussy a few long sliding probes, whilst waiting for my reaction. My pussy loved it, and my hips lifted to let him know the fact. It sent such a thrill through my body, while he kept his fingers moving, I was at a loss to get my words out.

Then he stopped, fingers still deep inside me, and he waited for me to speak. It must have taken me at least half a minute to get myself together.

"Please don't. You promised no touching. I I know I'm at your mercy, but please no more."

He slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them to his mouth, making sure all the onlookers through the door and windows, all got to see what he was doing.

"That is one sweet tasting pussy you've got there Kate, I can't believe you don't want to try a length of my dick up there."

"Please no. Stan please. I've said I'll do a strip for you. But please, let me get up now."

Jim answered, "Hang on love; I haven't got that splinter sorted yet. If I keep my fingers out of your little twat, do you want me to have another try to see if I can suck the little bugger out?"

"It makes sense Kate my love; it'll only turn bad if you leave it." Chipped in Stan.

"Ok, but please try not to show too much of me off to all these others."

Why I said that I don't know, I'd already agreed to do a strip for them. But Jim put his face down, and his mouth began to suck around the splinter area. But his tongue was also licking, and as it lapped my flesh, my pussy pulsed. He'd only been back down there a few seconds before I was heaving my pussy into his mouth. Well I was heaving, but I guess he'd moved his mouth across. But whoever was at fault, the result was the same, he was locked onto my pussy, and I was helpless to protest.

He knew how to eat pussy, by god did he know. My whole being was transported to another planet, as his tongue circled my clit and lapped up and down my slit. He'd been giving it to me for some minutes before I realised I wasn't being held, and I was heaving like I was possessed by a demon. Then his mouth left my pussy, and I first felt like I wanted to call him back, I really needed finishing off. But then I opened my eyes, thinking he had taken his mouth away, only to replace it with the big dick he'd told me about.

But no, Stan was kneeling down, and within seconds had taken over sucking my pussy. His technique was different, but just as effective, but this was the first time I've been sucked by a man with a beard, and boy was it good. He took me to my climax, sending my body back to the planet pleasure for its second trip today. When I did come, they both stood to the side so as the onlookers could all get a good view of me writhing around with my pussy dripping sticky fluid.

"Are you ok?"

I'd just about come down to earth, and was now feeling very embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed.

"You promised me no touching."

"Well no harm done, and you did seem to be enjoying it."

"But all the same, you promised."

"Come on no sulking, we didn't hurt you. Anyway, we could easily have given you a good old fucking, but we didn't. So surely you must be grateful for that?"

I thought for a second and realised he was right, I'd expected Jim to have fucked me once he'd got me that turned on, so I guess I hadn't got off to badly.

"I guess so." I replied.

I'd sat up by now, and pulled my gusset back across to cover up my pussy.

"Come on then, show me just how grateful you are."

"Oh no. What do you want now?"

"Don't be a spoil sport, come on you told me earlier you were a working class girl, like us lot. Don't go getting all snooty now."

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Come and sit on my knee, just a little kiss and cuddle."

"Just you?"

"Of course, just me, come on, let's be having you."

As I got up and walked towards him, "Ok, but no monkey business."

I sat my bottom back onto his knee, and he pulled me up close to him, lying me back in his arm as he lent across and we began kissing, tongues were swapping juices almost immediately, and the on looking audience were all making their own comments.

It didn't take long before my initial anxiety melted, and I was responding to his advances in a willing manner. Even when I felt his other hand working its way up inside my blouse, popping the buttons as it advanced on it way to my breasts, I still let him have his way without protest. I suspect Jim must have been helping him, as I felt my bra releasing, and being pulled aside. So now I was deep into a heavy petting session, with my blouse open fully at the front, and no bra. Stan was manipulating my nipples, and the sexual arousal was once again building in my body. I knew if I let him carry on, I'd get back to the point like before where all my resistance would just melt. So I managed to pry my lips from his.

I said, "Gasp! Ok. I think we'd better call that it."

"Oh come on, I was just getting into my stride."

"Yes, that's what I was afraid of. Come on, you said just a little kiss. And I've let you, well you know, you've had my bra off. If we don't stop now, I can see you going all the way."

"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to, I don't believe in using force."

"I wasn't saying you would force me, but you know how to make a girl forget her modesty."

"So now we have it; it isn't me you don't trust, it's you. That gives me an idea for a game."

"Oh no, what are you cooking up now?"

Well you've already agreed to strip for the lads, but by now, they've seen both your tits and pussy, so getting dressed just to strip off is a bit pointless."

"So what are you expecting me to do now?"

"A little game of hide and seek. You hide, and we all come looking for you. The one that finds you gets to snog (kiss & cuddle) you for ten minutes."

"So if I agree, how many times do you expect me to do this for, in other words, how many men do you expect me to have a snog with?"

"Well there's only ten of us here, so surely that isn't too many?"

"If you're all gonna get a go at me, what's the point in me hiding? Anyway, I think if I let five men snog me, then that should be good enough."

"So you're game for it, it's just how many times you do it that you're not sure about?"

"I'm not sure what I'm letting myself in for. I hide, you all look for me.

Then what? Who ever finds me, gets me on the floor there and then, and starts snogging me? Who counts the time? Can I be sure he won't do anything else but snog me?"

"Ok this is how I see it, first you strip off completely."

"You've got to be joking?"

"Why, you agreed to strip, and we've already seen the goods. Its lovely hot weather out there and we'll give you a big pair of boots to wear so you can splash around as much as you like, and without your clothes on, you won't get any of your stuff mucked up."

"Ok if I do agree to go around naked, and then I hide, what happens when someone finds me?"

"He has to call us all in, and bring you back here to the van. Then we give him ten minutes with you on the bed."

"So I'm naked on the bed, and he has tem minutes, but just kissing?"

"Well like we said earlier, no force, if you say no, we will stop him."

"So if he gets me worked up, you'll let him go all the way?"

"Only if you do. If you say stop, we'll stop him, surely you can resist for ten minutes?"

"I'm not sure about this, doing a strip is one thing, but letting you animals loose to maul me is something else."

"Come on Kate, it'll only go as far as you let it. And if you don't, whose to tell if one of them wont get upset at not having had a chance to touch you, and will then go blabbing to Brian about you letting Jim and me eat your pussy for you."

"Hey! That's not nice. You tricked me into that, and anyway, it isn't fair you threatening me."

"Don't get all upset, I wasn't threatening you, I was just saying, the lads have been patient so far, and they haven't had as much as a sniff of your pussy. This is only a game, and it will only go as far as you let it, so why are you worried?"

"I'm still not convinced I can trust you to stop anyone?"

"I give you my word; all you have to do is say a simple no."

"And you promise there won't be anyone holding my mouth shut?"

"I swear on my mother's grave."

"Oh well here goes, just five times though, and no more than ten minutes each."

"You got it. Here's some boots to put on, they'll be too big, but they'll protect your feet while you're out there. Now get that skirt off, and we'll give you a count up to fifty to let you hide."