Chapter 6: Uncle Ben Goes Back to Work

On the first Monday that Ben had to go to work we were eating some breakfast when Ben asked me what I was going to do that day.

“It’s a nice sunny day so I was thinking about going for a walk after my morning plucking session; maybe I’ll find that river you mentioned.”

“Good idea, you can go skinny-dipping.”

“I can’t swim, remember?”

“Hmm, yes, but you could go for a paddle.”

“Yeah, I might just do that.”

“Cherry love, don’t forget that I said there might be some scouts or other youth group camping down there, and if you go the other way you might come across a caravan park. It will probably be quite full with it being the school holidays. I’m guessing that you aren’t going to put any clothes on so you be careful; okay.”

“Yes Ben, I’ll be careful, I’m not a little kid any more.”

“You can say that again you sexy little slut.”

“I love it when you call me dirty names Ben.”

I sat out the front and had my daily plucking session then I set off, naked apart for my flip flops, and I wandered off in the direction that Ben had told me to go. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the walk; everything was so nice, so fresh, so quiet. It made me wish that I’d grown-up there. I followed a path through a couple of fields then a small wood then the path dropped down to the river.

It wasn’t that big but it was really pretty, not like the grotty river where I live. I stood and just watched the water flowing over the rocks for a while then decided to go for a paddle.

Kicking my flip flops off I waded in. I got as deep as my waist then decided that I shouldn’t get so deep into it so I turned and headed back. I got to about knee deep and was watching the water, and a couple of little fish, when I heard some voices, kids voices.

I quickly decided that I wanted to get out and hide in the trees to see who they were and what they were doing. Rushing to get out, I slipped on a slippery rock and went head-long, banging my head on a rock.

Fortunately, I didn’t knock myself out but it really hurt and I was very dazed. I managed to get to my knees and crawl to the bank where I collapsed on my stomach; not having the strength to get up and run.

After a minute or so I heard the voices again. This time they were right next to me. I lay still with my eyes shut.

“Is he dead?” One boy asked.

“Dunno.”

“We should find out, come on, help me roll him onto his back.”

Hands grabbed my shoulder and thigh and I was rolled onto my back. As I turned over I moved may leg so that my feet were wide apart.

“Fuck it’s a girl.”

“Is she dead?”

“You’ve done the first aid course Tom, check to see if she’s dead.”

I felt a hand hold my wrist; then it moved to my neck.

“I can’t find a pulse.” It must have been Tom saying.

“Is she breathing?”

I held my breath as Tom pulled my jaw down, presumably to see if he could feel me breathing.

“Don’t think so, and she’s got some blood on her head.”

“Maybe someone bludgeoned her to death.”

“What shall we do?”

“Someone should go and get Skip.” A girl’s voice said.

“No, he said that we had to stay together.”

“We could carry her back.”

“She’s still warm.” Tom said; “maybe we should try that CPR thing, and mouth to mouth.”

“Go on Tom, you do it.”

The next thing that I knew was that Tom was thumping my breastbone. I didn’t want any more of that so I coughed and spluttered but still stayed still with my eyes shut.

“Fuck, she moved. You saved her Tom.”

These were a few seconds silence then a boy’s voice said,

“She must still be unconscious.”

Another few seconds silence then,

“Is that what your pussy looks like Emma?”

“Hey dickhead, she’s a girl, I’m a girl; you do the maths.”

“Aren’t you going to show us yours Emma?”

“Fuck off.”

“Where’s her pee hole?” Yet another voice said.

“In her pussy stupid.”

“Can I see it?”

“Don’t be daft.”

“No, she’s unconscious, she won’t know. Go on Tom open her up and show us.”

“Don’t you dare.” Emma said.

“She’ll never know.”

The next thing I knew was that 2 hands were spreading my pussy lips.

“I can’t see it.”

I felt something touch my foot as some of the boys got closer to me. Then my lips got spread some more.

“Still can’t see it. Spread her legs some more.”

Hands grabbed my ankles and I was spread as wide as I could go. Then my pussy lips were pulled outwards.

“Look, you can see right into her hole.”

“That’s not her pee hole that’s her fucking hole.”

“It’s all wet. Has she peed herself?”

“She’s been in the river stupid.”

“That’s not river water.” Emma said.

“Does she want to be fucked if her hole is all wet?”

“Maybe,” Emma said, “she’s ready for it.”

“How do you know Emma, have you been fucked?”

No answer.

“Who’s going to fuck her then?”

“Not me.”

“Not me.”

“I will.”

“No you won’t.” Emma said, “No one will. That would be rape.”

“But she hasn’t said ‘No’.”

“You’re still not going to fuck her.” Emma said.

“How are you going to stop me?”

That was it, I moaned and moved my head then I slowly opened my eyes, just in time to see Tom jump up.

“What happened? Who are you lot? Fuck, my head hurts.” I said.

Emma (the only other girl there, and about my age), squat down between my legs and said,

“Stay still, you must have fallen and banged your head. Just relax for a few minutes then see how you feel.”

I looked round and saw 4 boys and Emma; all still looking down at me. I closed my eyes and groaned.

“Has she blacked-out again?”

“Don’t know. Shall I prod her to see if she responds?”

“No; just leave her.” Emma said.

There was another long pause then a boy said,

“Her tits are bigger than yours Emma.”

“No they’re not.” Emma replied.

“Prove it.”

“No.”

“Are your nipples as hard as hers look Emma?”

Emma was silent.

“Why hasn’t she got any hair on her pussy?”

“She’s only a little girl; it probably hasn’t started growing yet.”

“And where’s her clothes? Why hasn’t she got anything on?”

“Probably wanted to go for a swim; it’s called skinny-dipping.”

“What, swimming without your trunks on?”

“Yes.”

“I couldn’t do that. Do you do it Emma?”

“Not anywhere near you lot.” Emma replied.

“So you have been skinny-dipping Emma?”

No answer.

“What shall we do about her?”

“Nothing yet; let’s just watch her and see what happens.”

Silence.

“What if she doesn’t wake up?”

“Let’s worry about that later.” Emma said.

Silence.

“Is her pussy getting wetter?”

“Maybe she’s having a wet dream.”

“What’s one of those?”

“It’s when you shoot your load in your sleep.”

“Do girls do that Emma?”

No answer.

“This one looks like she is; look, it’s bubbling out of her hole and I’m sure that her hole is a lot bigger than it was earlier.”

I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it up. The boy was right, my pussy was oozing and I really wanted to rub my clit.

“So where’s her clit?” A boy asked.

Had I tele whatsdit from my brain to his?

“It’s there’”

“Where? Touch it.”

And one of them did. My body responded and jerked.

“Fucking hell, do that again Harry, make her cum.”

“No don’t do that Harry, it’s not right.” Emma said.

“Go on Tom.”

“Isn’t she too young to cum, I mean her pussy is so small, she only looks about 9 or 10.”

“Can a girl cum when she’s asleep or unconscious?”

“Haven’t you ever woken-up with a wet patch on the front of your PJs Josh?”

Giggles.

Harry touched my clit again and I moaned. Then it felt like he was rubbing my clit with the end of his finger.

“Where the hell did he learn to do that?” I thought; and enjoyed it.

“Go on Harry, she likes that.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at her, listen to her moaning.”

I was enjoying it and if he kept doing it they were going to be treated to the sight of me cumming soon.

“You shouldn’t be doing that Harry.” Emma said.

“Why not Emma, do you want me to do this to you?”

No answer.

Harry kept doing it and my moans got louder and louder. A couple of minutes later my body started jerking all over the place, my hips went up in the air, and my eyes opened wide and I’m sure that they rolled around in their sockets.

With one last deep groan my body relaxed and my eyes closed again.

“Fucking hell, did you see that?”

“Do you cum like that Emma?”

No answer.

“I need a pee.”

“You mean you’re going for a wank.”

“Shall we all wank on her?”

“You can as well Emma, we’ll let you.”

“Fuck off perverts.” Emma responded.

Just then I heard a man’s voice shouting for the kids. I started to panic a bit, I didn’t want the man to find me like that, well I did, but...

“Shit, what shall we do?”

“We’ve got to go.”

“What shall we do about the girl?”

“Leave her, she’ll come round soon.”

“Okay.”

Everything was silent apart from the sound of feet running through the grass. I opened my eyes and confirmed that I was alone. I quickly got up, found my flip flops and ran into the trees.

I watched as the kids led a young man to the spot where we had been. Everyone was looking around but they couldn’t see me. I wondered if the kids would get into trouble.

After they’d gone I wandered back the way I had come. When I came to a nice grassy area I lay down and enjoyed the sun. Going through my mind was everything that had happened and my right hand found its way to my pussy and I had a wonderful orgasm.

When Ben got home that evening I had an amazing story to tell him and I’m not totally sure that he believed me. Anyway, he said that I had to be punished for teasing those kids and he took me out to what I now call the punishment horse and made me cum with 10 swats from his belt on my butt.

Then he turned me over and fucked me until we both came again.

The next morning I told Ben that I was going back to the river.

“Be more careful today, I don’t want you to bang your head again.”

“I will.”

When the sun made it warm again I set off, slowly wandering along enjoying nature and again wishing that I’d grown-up there.

When I got close to the river I concentrated on looking around to see if anyone was there. Not seeing anyone I again kicked off my flip flops and went for a paddle. I stayed closed to the bank and a couple of times I squat down and dunked my hot pussy into the cool water.

All of a sudden I heard this man’s voice,

“So, the kids weren’t telling us a load of porkies; there is a naked girl down here.”

I quickly turned round and saw a young man, probably about 19 or 20, standing there grinning.

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

“The scout camp just down there.” He replied pointing downstream.