comments_readers: This story seemed to take on a life of its own and having reached almost eighty pages, developed more into an ebook, than a story. Sorry if you don't like long stories, but there didn't seem to be any easy way to split it up into smaller chapters.
The small town of Gatesville was situated in one of the remotest parts of the Mid-west. By-passed by all of the main roads, it received virtually no passing trade, no tourists and therefore no strangers. Despite of all these things that some people might think of as disadvantages, the community was thriving and virtually self-sufficient.
Homes in the village came up for sale only very rarely, and when they did, any prospective buyers were carefully investigated and even then, the sale went ahead only if someone that was already a resident in the village recommended them. The reason for all this secrecy and security was that the Gatesville was entirely based on the belief that incest and paedophilia were normal acts. From the street sweeper all the way up to the town officials, every man, woman and child in the community were sexually active with each other in some manner.
Thomas Gates was the man ultimately responsible for the community developing the way it had. Born into money in the late eighteen hundreds, he owned a massive parcel of land and built his mansion right in the centre. His two daughters and one son were only preteens when his wife was killed in a riding accident, and after grieving for almost a year, he began using his children to fulfil his sexual needs. Even although his daughters were only twelve and ten years old, he quickly impregnated them and his harem started when they both presented him with granddaughters.
Slowly, over the course of many years, he gradually sold off chunks of land, first to farmers and then to families and various other businesses. Before he did so however, he made absolutely sure that the people buying the land were paedophiles and that would share their children with other members of his community.
Thomas Gates died many years ago, but his legacy lives on today in Gatesville. Very few people have ever heard of the place, but to those that have, they consider it to be Utopia!
All of the roads that led into Gatesville were signed as "Strictly Private," and had electronic barriers across them. If you were a resident, you had a transceiver in the dashboard of your car that would open the barrier and let you drive through. Any visitor would have to be met by a resident and they would be escorted every second they were in the community to make sure that they didn't see anything they weren't meant to see.
Being virtually self-sufficient however, visitors were very rare and that was just how the residents preferred it.
Sarah Valance was a third generation Gatesville resident and she lived with her husband David, her twelve-year-old son Connor and ten year old daughter Christine. She was twenty-four years old with striking facial features and a body to match.
She had been married to David for six years, so neither of the children were biologically his, but that was a fairly regular occurrence in Gatesville. She knew that it had been her father who had impregnated her when she was eleven, and her son Connor had been the result, but she had no idea who Christine's father was. After Connor had been born, her parents had been passing her around to anyone who wanted to use her, and there were just too many cocks squirting their loads into her little cunt for her to know who had successfully knocked her up!
She was lying in her bed after a particularly energetic night and she stretched her lithe body as she began to wake. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she felt the familiar sensation of dried cum around the entrance of her cunt, and a wet patch on the bedcovers beneath her butt. She tried to think who was the last person to fuck her the previous night but although she vaguely remembered the pistoning shaft inside her, she couldn't put a face to it. As she recalled more of the fuck session, she remembered that somebody had his cock down her throat at the same time and that was why she didn't know who was last to do her.
New families arriving in Gatesville were quite rare and it was almost unheard of when two new families move in at the same time. They had all been careful investigated of course and the families who would be their neighbours thought it would be nice to organise a welcoming party. Instead of the party being in one location, it was decided that three homes that stood in the same street should be the venue and there was an open door, and an open cunt, policy!
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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