Forced at the Mill

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Mum and Dad went early in the morning, and after they had gone, I stripped their bedding and remade the bed with clean linen. I sat downstairs supping a coffee and a couple of texts came in. One from Tom the chief arborist, and one from brother Geoff saying he was passing later and planned on popping in.

I sent a message to Tom saying I could meet him at the wood mill in an hour, and another to Geoff saying okay with a thumbs up emoji. I pottered around a little and before I went out, I put the soiled bedding from my parents room into the machine to wash. Forty degrees should do it I decided.

I got the buggy from the garage, leaving it ticking over and warming up whilst I locked and secured the house and then the garage, and then headed off to the wood mill. There was no one there when I arrived and so I had a good look at my inventory. I would be able to mill the supports for the lumber store, as well as enough siding to cover the mill shed along three sides.

All I needed was the motivation to do it, and to be fair, I enjoyed the milling, I just needed to get on and do it. I was pleased with my choice of a horizontal blade mill and ceramic blades. I had looked at the vertical blade mills, but they were vastly more expensive to get a complete set up, and very much more difficult to operate solo. Money wasn't the issue, but solo operation was.

I heard the arborist's land rover pull up and I walked out to face them.

"Morning Tom, William," I greeted them

"Morning Miss Amelia," Tom said.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Yes, couple of things. West Yorkshire Tree Service contacted me, wanted to know if we would be interested in trunks."

"Trunks?" I replied.

"Yes. When they fell a tree, they are left with a trunk. They are not a big enough operation for the commercial mills, and thus far they have to pay to dispose of them. They wondered if we could make use of them."

"How much would they cost me?" Things are rarely for free.

"Nothing. By dropping them off here they are saving the cost of commercial disposal."

"Okay. What do you think? I am not sure I want them driving through the estate, this is also my home."

"There could be some good wood, and the rubbish you can mulch and we can spread, and I can arrange for them to drop them off near the entrance to the estate, and you could collect them with the skid steer. If nothing else, it will be practise on the mill."

"Okay, fair enough, let's give it go, I suppose we can always change our mind if it proves too much. You said a couple of things?"

"Yes, your visitor yesterday."

"Yes my Dad."

"Oh," said William, "oh that is awkward."

I looked at him quizzically.

"Sex between a parent and a child is illegal isn't it Tom?"

"Yes William, it is," Tom said looking me directly in the eyes."

I said nothing, this was going to be blackmail, it was just a question of how much.

"Show me the evidence that you have before you tell me how much money that you want."

Tom produced my knickers, the ones I had discarded when Dad and I got frisky at the mill.

"I don't want money Miss Amelia, oh no, I value my job here too much for that. A steady income is much more worthwhile than an ill-gotten bonus in the bank." Tom was still looking me in the eyes, his eyes then then travelled down my body, lingering at my breasts, and then further down to my crotch.

"If not money, then what do you want Tom?" I asked, let him spell it out.

"You." Tom said, "we want you. Like your Dad did."

"What do you mean you want me?"

"It's simple Miss Amelia, we want to fuck you, just like your Dad did."

"Oh, I see, you think with this bit of unproven knowledge that you can shag me whenever you feel like it?"

"Oh no Miss Amelia, just the once, like you did your Dad just the once. Just the once and then we will forget all about what we saw, what we watched, and we will get on with seeing to your woodlands, with a happy memory to help see us through the dark miserable days."

"You are saying that you want to have sex with me, the both of you, just once, and that is it."

"Well yes, and of course, job security, what happens here today in no way affects our jobs."

"And how exactly do you propose that we do this?"

"Simple Miss Amelia, you take your clothes off. We do the same, and then we fuck on the trunk over there, the one you fucked your father over."

They were mad. But, the trouble is, if they went to the police and they went round and interviewed Dad, then that would cause trouble at home with Mum. I am well over eighteen, I doubt if the law would be applied, but it would still cause trouble.

"Naked you said?"

"Yes Miss, we want to enjoy your body, and we want to remember what you look like nude, we want to see your tits, your cunt, we want to be able to remember them, and to do that you need to be naked." What is it with men and crudities?

I walked past them and went to the trunk before turning and facing them. I look my top off and placed it on the trunk, and then my skirt, leaving me in boots, knickers and a bra. I sat on the trunk and unlaced my boots and slipped them off. My bra next, and then finally my knickers. I was naked as they had requested.

Tom undid his dungarees and then let them fall. His shirt was next revealing a slightly hairy chest. He kicked off his boots, and then pulled his underpants down and he too was naked. I looked at his dick, hard and thrusting. It was pointing upwards and was a good thickness and length. His balls hung down just below his dick.

Tom went and sat on the log. "Come to me and climb aboard my dick," he said.

This was interesting I had expected him to shag me from behind the way my Dad had, but no, he wanted me to mount his dick whilst I faced him, and what of William, he was still undoing his boots as I walked towards Tom.

Tom had his legs together, his dick looked hard, his foreskin partially pulled back, his glans slightly revealed. I stood with my legs aside his and then pressing on his shoulders, I pulled myself up and then lowered myself onto his dick. Tom gripped my buttocks, holding me in place.

Tom started moving me up and down on his dick. There wasn't as much a range of movement of his dick inside my fanny as there would be if I were bent over and he was shagging me from behind, the way Dad had. But this is what he wanted. It didn't feel brilliant to me, I had no interest in shagging them, this was just going through the motions. It was just sex.

I felt William behind me, I had seen him walk past me and pick up the bottle of blade oil, and now I knew why. I felt it pour into my arse crack, and then William massaging my anus, pressing his thumb inside me. I guessed they were planning on a double team. I had done that when at Uni with some twin boys, I can't say I particularly enjoyed it.

I felt Williams dick pressing at my anus, the oil helping him slide inside, my sphincter complaining at the wrong way intrusion, the oil making my arse's complaints irrelevant. 'Oof' I went as Williams dick suddenly went all the way inside my arse, filling me. Interestingly I couldn't feel him in my arse, but I did feel him against my fanny wall.

He started shagging my arse, and I guessed he was rubbing Tom's dick too through my fanny wall, Tom certainly seemed more involved and began gasping. William was slapping against my arse, the cracks echoing around the clearing, both Tom and William grunting as they shagged me.

I was not getting much from it, there was a trickle of pleasures, but not really enough, I was a consenting unwilling participant. I would let them do what they felt they needed to do, they were taking a risk, I could have called their bluff and reported them to the police for attempted blackmail, but the risk to Dad and Mum was too high.

William was going faster and faster and then he rammed into my arse hard and held against me, I felt a coolness inside my bowel, I guessed he had cum. His dick slipped from my arse and Tom lifted me off his dick.

"Bend over the log," Tom said, "and I'll finish that way."

I did as he asked, pressing my breasts against the bark of the trunk, Tom standing between my legs and his dick pushing along my valley and then into my fanny. To be honest it felt much better than before, but they had wanted to do a double team, and I guessed that would be their topic of conversation for a while.

It didn't take William long, and soon I felt his coolness inside my fanny. He pulled back and his dick fell out of me.

"Finished?" I asked.

"Yes Miss Amelia," William said, Tom stood beside him nodding.

"This is the end of the matter?"

"Yes Miss Amelia," William said.

"Right, hand over my knickers," I said holding my hand out. Tom retrieved my knickers and passed them over. I picked up my clothes and boots and walked naked to my buggy, put the clothes on the back seat, pressed my knickers inside my fanny to stop it leaking, got in and drove away, leaving them in my milling clearing.

Once home I parked the buggy in the garage and put it back on charge, and then went into the house and straight up to my ensuite turning on my shower. I pulled to soggy knickers from my fanny and stood under the water and then removed the rose off the hose, and using the hose I douched my fanny and my arse.

I was glad to get their spunk out of me. I had to use soap to get rid of the traces of saw oil from my anus and arse crack. Finally satisfied that I was clean inside and out and that my anus was closing back up, I got out of the shower and towelled myself dry. I put some knickers on, just plain white briefs, my skirt and a polo top.

I looked at the clock, it would be a while before Geoff arrived, plenty of time for my body to recover, I expected he would want to sleep with me also, and that I didn't mind. The arborists had taken a liberty, I wasn't sure how I would deal with them in future, I supposed it would depend how they spoke to me, knowing winks and side remarks would mean that I would look to replace them. Nothing said or hinted, and they could stay.

Dad phoned. He said that he would like to come over tomorrow, and could he bring Olivia. Olivia is my cousin from Dad's brother, uncle Phil.

"She is studying Forestry and Land Management, is really keen to have a look at your setup. I thought I may stay over if that is okay, Mary won't be with me, she will be at the Charity shop the next day."

"Yes Dad, of course, I haven't seen Olivia in ages. Geraldine and Edwards wedding I think."

"Probably, yes. Be with you for lunch, if that's okay? I'll get something on my way over with Olivia."

"That'll be fine Dad."

I decided I would get a chicken out of the freezer, we could have that with rice for dinner tomorrow. If Olivia was vegetarian, well, she could have rice. I laughed to myself as I went and retrieved a chicken from the freezer and put it into the fridge to defrost.

Geoff and I would share a Pizza for tea tonight, unless he brought something with him, I doubted he would, but you never knew with Geoff, sometimes he was thoughtful, other times, not so much so.

I went up and checked the bed in the room that Dad would use, the third bedroom bedding was fine. I just opened the two rooms windows, just to let them air. It would be a few hours before Geoff arrived, I put my steel toes boots on and headed to the mill, I may as well get some more practice in, there was plenty of wood to mill, and I still struggled getting my head around quarter sawn.

I spent a good two hours sawing logs, and was happy with the lumber I was building up, it was a case of taking siding off the outside of the logs, and leaving six by six centres that I would use for my proposed log store. All in all, a good few hours.

Geoff arrived bearing fish and chips. No need for the pizza.

"They will need to go into the oven for twenty minutes to warm up, it is quite a way from your local chippy," he said.

In the kitchen I turned the oven on to two hundred and put the fish and chips in on a tray. I turned to Geoff and smiled.

"I have been milling." I said, "and also, I shall be getting some free wood from a local tree service that I can practice on. Oh, and Dad is coming tomorrow to bring cousin Olivia who is studying forestry."

"Olivia, oh yes, I remember her from the wedding. A bit gawky as I seem to recall."

"Geoff that is cruel, she can't help her looks. Anyway, do you want a drink?"

"Do you have any beer in your fridge?" He asked.

"Yes, I think I have some Boddingtons, I also have some Kopparberg cider, and I have some wine."

"Oh, may I have a cider?"

I went to the fridge and pulled out a Kopparberg, took the top off and passed it to Geoff, I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay. We sat in the conservatory waiting for the fish and chips to warm back through.

"Been busy?" I asked him.

"Actually yes, I have a new contract in Halifax, a Government place, as they all are. A bit hush hush, they don't like to acknowledge that they are there."

"Oh right, and your job is to do what exactly?"

"Precisely that."

"You're not going to tell me?"

"I'm not allowed to, contractual, non-disclosure agreements, all that sort of thing."

"Can you even mention the department?"

"No."

"Fair enough." I did find all the secrecy a bit pathetic if I were to be honest, I mean the government is supposed to be open and honest. It seemed to me it was anything but."

"What about you sis?"

"Mostly sawing and milling. I shall get the arborist guys to teach me how to fell a tree at some point. At the moment I am busy learning how to mill the felled trunks."

"Doesn't that get a bit repetitive, boring?"

"Not so far, each trunk is different. And things called spalting and ambrosia can make the slabs much more valuable, I have to learn about those. I think you only get them on wood that has been felled for a year or so, so I am unlikely to come across that, whatever it is."

"When you fell a tree, what do you do with the roots?"

"Dig them up and burn them to be honest."

"Seems a waste."

"I know, I am looking to see if I can perhaps trim the roots down with a chain saw and then mill them into slabs, they must be worth something to someone."

He shook his head, "bonkers. I expect the fish is ready."

I got up and headed off to the kitchen, turning the oven off and taking out the fish and chips.

We sat and ate our fish and chips, not too bad considering their long journey to our plate, and then we took more drinks and went and sat in the lounge just chatting, as you do. I put my drink down and as I turned back, Geoff took my face in his hands and kissed me.

This was not a chaste brotherly kiss, this was a full on passionate snog, his lips crushing mine, his hands holding my face. It would have looked to an onlooker as if he were attempting to devour me. Fortunately not the case.

I kissed back, my tongue seeking his, his hand left my face and cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple through the fabrics of my top and my bra, my nipple perking up and firming to his touch. I reached down with my hand and squeezed his dick through his trousers, itself nicely firming up.

Geoff's hand slipped up my top and pushed my bra up and off my breast, his hand on my flesh, tweaking my nipple, first the one, and then the other, and yes it is uncomfortable having your bra pushed up, something men would never even think of. I squeezed his dick and then undid the belt at his waist, tugging his zip down, his dick pressing upwards trying to escape the confines of his underpants.

Geoff pushed me forwards and pulled my top off, undid my bra and pulled it away, I was now sitting topless on my sofa. I pulled his dick from his underpants and pushed his foreskin down exposing his sensitive glans. I licked a finger and ran it along the rim of his glans, Geoff twitched as my fingernail outlined his glans.

I squeezed his glans between my thumb and finger, again causing it to twitch, perhaps with discomfort rather than pleasure, a bit like when someone squeezes my nipples. "Up" I said, and as he lifted his bum, I pulled his trousers and underpants down. I planned to play with his balls, but Geoff had other ideas, he pushed me back and buried his head between my thighs.

I felt his tongue run along my knickers covered crease, his fingers playing with the hem of my gusset, easing their way inside to my fanny. I gasped as his tongue pressed at my clitoris, pushing my knicker fabric onto my most sensitive place. My breath held in my throat, my lungs crying out for relief that I could not give.

My fingers held and caressed his glans, feeling its wetness from his arousal, and then I gasped again, fingers had invaded me, were inside my body, probing, delving, seeking something, I knew not what, only men knew what they sought inside a woman's most secret and personal space.

Then fingers left me, and I was voided, a gaping chasm left where fingers had been a moment ago. I felt fingers in the waistband of my knickers and he was tugging, I raised myself and my knickers slid down my legs, my groin felt cool without the protection of the cotton and lace.

A breath, a warm breath breezed across my crease and a hot wet tongue found its way between my lips, I shivered in anticipation as fingers circled my entrance, dipping in, knuckles beginning to stretch towards my opening. In a moment two fingers thrust and buried themselves deep inside me, my gasp echoed around the room, reverberating in my ears as my legs straightened and my bum lifted high off the sofa.

"Do you want me Mels?" Geoff asked in a soft voice. "Do you want my hard dick to shag your fanny, to fill you, to flood you with my spunk? Do you Mels, do you?"

"I might, "I replied, his fingers twisting inside me as he spoke, my fanny feeling every part of his fingers as they pressed against my fanny walls. "I might if you thought that you could fill me, shag me until I screamed, I might."

His fingers left as abruptly as they entered, he stood and dragged me to my feet. He held my hand and almost marched to my bedroom, flinging me on my bed, my legs parting as I landed, my eyes fixing his in their glaze as he pulled the rest of his clothes off, leaving them strewn on my bedroom floor.

"If you like those clothes then you had better get them off before I get over there and rip them from you," Geoff menaced, although, to be fair, Geoff couldn't really menace anyone, but I went along with his game and pulled my skirt off, and I was as naked as him.

He knelt on the bed and then moved between my ankles, his dick hard and jutting, pointing up, not forwards like an older mans would. He knelt forward and ran his tongue along my crease until he found my nubbin, and he sucked, pulling my clitoris into his mouth as his tongue dabbed and pressed.

My fanny lips caressed and folded around his tongue as he released my clitoris and slid down my valley to my entrance, his tongue pressing past, seeking my opening and my depth.

His tongue worked my fanny for a few minutes, my pressures growing, pleasures flowing from my crotch throughout my body, my electrics fizzing, invisible sparks shooting out, my breath just gasps, my fingers gripping the mattress, my heels pressing down, toes pointing upwards, my mouth wide open.

He pulled back and advanced up the bed, a hand reached down and gripped his dick, sliding it along my crease and then pressing at my entrance. Slowly he pushed, slowly he entered me, my fanny walls parting like the red sea, his army filling me, stretching me.

I felt his foreskin as it receded along his dick, popping over his rim gave a more intense feeling from his dick, his rim scraping my insides, a pulse deep inside me. My mouth was open as his dick filled my fanny, his gaze as he looked down at me was intense, I wondered if mine was also intense or just without gorm.

Pressing deep inside me, his dick pushing at my depth, my body readied for his withdrawal, and slowly he pulled back, his dick rim squeegeeing my fluids as it moved along my fanny walls. I thought he would stop, but no, he pulled out completely, my fanny gaping, puckering, cold, empty, I gasped.

He thrust forward, his dick crashing against my fourchette before finding its way and entering me, his movement so rapid I had no feeling of his foreskin moving, just the pressure as he bottomed out inside me and the smack sound of his pubis slapping against my mons and my involuntary gasp.

He pulled back again, this time not so far, the end of his dick still in my entrance, my breath was holding, I was bracing and then he slammed in a gain, another slap, another gasp, my pleasures now free streaming, my pressures almost at overload. Back again, my fanny puckering, my petals flapping and then he drove in again and out, and in, his rhythm fast, his pace unrelenting.

My fingers were digging deep into his shoulders, my heels were pressing down on the mattress, my knees raised and my shoulders hard against the mattress, and yet Geoff still tried to bury me deeper into the bed, his thrusts harder, faster, unrelenting, and then my pressures blew and I screamed loud into his face, my body bucking, my lungs empty, my fanny clamping, squeezing.

Geoff gasped and I felt the coolness of his spurts inside me, filling my fanny, flooding my womb, his dick jerking inside me as he came. He slumped down onto me, crushing my breast, and then he rolled to the side, his dick leaving me with a gurgle, a trail of spunk across my thigh, and a puddle forming beneath me as his spunk oozed out of my dilated fanny.

I lay gasping, my chest heaving, my eyes unblinking as I tried to regain composure, my fanny feeling open, the dribbles of his spunk cold between my thighs, the sounds of his breathes in my ear, the aftermath of great shagging. I just wanted to sleep.