Rape

I’d known Michael for four years before we got married, we’d met at university, when he was 22, and I was 19. I guess you’d say I was shy and by the standard of the other girls in my dorm, very reserved. I’d dated boys, but no boy ever had more than the briefest feel of my breasts. And even that, was something that would have caused me to explode with rage, and end any kind of relationship. Never had any boy had his hand or anything else inside my knickers.

So I was not just a virgin, but an untouched one. This rapidly got me a reputation, first as a kind of ‘Holy Grail’, that all the boys wanted to be the first to claim. But over the next three months, they gradually realised, it was a pointless quest, and eventually boys stopped dating me. I guess it was the deeply religious upbringing, which made me so determined I would be a ‘pure’ virgin when I eventually walked down the aisle.

I’d been at uni for two years when I met Michael; he was studying divinity, as he had great plans to enter the church, and travel the world doing gods work. I was immediately in awe of him the first time I heard him defending his religious beliefs with a group of students in the uni bar. As just about everyone else I’d met up to now appeared to be a disciple of the devil, he stood out like a mythical god.

We started dating, and in the following months got very close to each other. Not physically, he never attempted to do anything like that, but we were almost inseparable. Mainly just us two together, in each others company, Michael talking about his grand plans, and me thinking how wonderful he was. We’d end the evening with a kiss, but it would only ever be him giving me a light peck on my cheek.

Well at age 20 I graduated, and left to go back home to my parents. And even with my degree from uni, I still ended-up working in the farm shop at the very same farm where I’d first began my working life. Back then I was a part time stable girl, thirteen years old, working after school and weekends. My duties were mucking-out, curry-combing the horses and general dogsbody. It was a thriving place, they looked after most of the horses for the local hunt, and there was also a riding school run by the farmer’s wife. But when she died in a riding accident about six months after I’d started uni, the riding school closed down, and the stables went downhill fast, even the hunt eventually moved its horses to another stable.

So the farm was now a rundown affair, still owned by the same man now in his 50’s, who had two sons in their early 30’s. He also had two other men working as hired hands, one again in his 30’s, and the other around the old farmer’s age. The place still had all manner of farm animals, but now specialised in nothing, it was still using traditional farming methods that had been used for centuries. The most modern thing about the farm was the wooden building I worked in, the farm shop. We sold eggs, potatoes, and most other vegetables when they were in season.

Michael also left uni, but he however, went on to further training at an ecumenical college. For the next two years we only saw each other about once a month. He’d come and use my auntie’s spare room for the weekend; she only lived just around the corner in the next street to my mom and dad. Most of our time we’d be in the company of my family, but this never felt to us like we were inhibited in any way. After all, even if we’d have been spending the whole weekend on our own, we wouldn’t have done anything different.

Once Michael left college we began planning for our wedding, and he took on a job working in a local parish, assisting the resident Vicar. Michael never forgot his dreams of travelling the world, and as such, he turned down offers of lovely little village parishes, that would have given us beautiful country vicarages to start our married life in. We both agreed, we’d get married, and wait for the right overseas assignment, that would allow us to fulfil our dream of serving god.

So with Michael still working as an assistant to a local vicar, we got married and rented a small house on a local housing estate. The wedding was a beautiful event, held obviously in church, and we both had a very large family presence.

Then came the dreaded first night.

I won’t say I was disappointed, because, in truth, I never really expected it to be anything special. We got to the bedroom in the hotel we were staying in, and he left the room while I got undressed and into bed. Some fifteen minutes or so later, he knocked on our door, and I told him he could come in. This he did, and as I’d already turned off the light, he just got himself undressed, and slipped into bed alongside me.

It felt really strange, having another person in bed, and as his arm reached over my body, his hand brushed across my breasts. They weren’t naked, I had on a soft silk night-dress, but the feeling that shot through my body was a mixture of fear and anticipation. He was soon above me, taking his weight on his elbows and knees, while he began to kiss me on my lips. These were the first long lingering kisses I’d ever known, and yes the kisses combined with his hands fondling my nipples, sort of relax me a little.

Then I was aware he was now using his hand to lift the hem of my night-dress, and his knees were moving in between mine, easing my legs open. This once again stirred feelings; but they were mainly feelings of fear, not excitement. I guess I’d fought-off this moment for so long, it was difficult to understand how it could now be the right thing to do. But I knew it was, and so I let my legs be spread wide open.

Then his fingers touched my secret place, and I almost instinctively fought to get my legs back together to protect it. But as I say, I knew I had to let him, and even though I wasn’t knowingly turned-on, the kisses and touching of breasts, must have stimulated me a little. For, as his fingers stroked along my folded lips, they glided easily in the fluid now coming from my … Then as his finger found my … I felt it pushing up inside me.

The feeling as it entered was nice, but again I was scared, so I never got a massive rush of pleasure, like I’d heard those slutty girls at uni talking about. He pushed his finger up to its full length, and then pulled it back out and began to explore my folded lips with it. After less than half a minute of probing and stroking, the finger moved to one side, and I felt what must have been his penis. I’d never seen or felt one before, not that I saw it this time, but I sure felt it. He slid it back and forth along my slit, and then when he found the entrance he was searching for, he pushed.

Where he’d been fingering me, I think he’d worked the wetness all around my slit, so when he pushed, I felt my … stretching open. He slid it up slowly at first, and then began frenziedly jerking his hips. As he jerked, he was gasping and moaning, and then he suddenly collapsed down onto me. My first reaction was to think something was wrong, had he had a heart attack or something. His dead weight pinned me to the bed where I lay for some minutes, he was motionless apart from his pounding chest as he gasped for air.

Then he lifted his weight from me, and looked into my eyes.

“Well my darling. Did you like it?”

So that was it? The magical event? The thing boys go so crazy over? The thing that causes jealousy between girls who have been childhood companions? But how could I tell him it was a non event?

“Michael. You were wonderful. So gentle. I love you.”

Things were no better, the next time, it felt like Michael was just using my body, and there was no sensation of love or tenderness. This second event began one night nearly three months later, after we’d been watching a film on television. We’d begun to watch this film, and even though it was obvious it was about rape, Michael and I watched intently, him holding me closely to his chest. But towards the end of the film it came to the actual rape scene, it was so graphic, showing the whole event. The girl looked like she would be gang raped by a room full of men, maybe as many as twenty. Michael watched in a trance like state as the first man forced himself on this poor girl, and then as he climaxed inside her, Michael shot to his feet. He grabbed the controller, and turned the TV off; making some comments about the filth that is now being shown on our screens.

And then saying, “come on, we’re going to bed.”

But before we’d been in bed a couple of minutes, his arm began to make its way across and down my body, soon it was sliding up under my night-dress. He didn’t climb above me like before and start kissing my lips or fondling my breasts. As he reached the tops of my legs, I let my legs part, and he was soon probing looking for and entrance. I was totally dry and un-aroused, so this made his progress difficult, but once his fingers found my…, he suddenly was on top of me. He lifted my legs up and wide-open in a similar manner to how the man on TV had just done with that poor girl. His penis pushed up inside me, and hurt like hell. And also like that poor girl, I wanted to scream and cry out. But I managed to stifle any noises I’d wanted to make, bearing the pain in silence, as he ripped his way inside me. His satisfaction was immediate as he jerked his penis; and then he again collapsed on top of me, lying there like a dead weight until he’d re-gained his breath. This part was an exact repeat of the first time.

But this time, when he regained his breath, he didn’t say a thing; he just turned over and was asleep in seconds. I lay there for a good half hour thinking and wondering; what was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I a real woman? What had made me so useless at sex? I had no idea, but one thing I knew for absolute sure; there was no way I would ever enjoy this kind of animal behaviour.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, and then went back to bed and cried. I knew sex was something men needed, I also knew most women learned to at least endure, and some to even enjoy it. But this could never be me.

Some nights later, again prompted by something on TV we began to talk about sex. The way Michael was talking, it was as though that last event had never happened, and the only time we’d ever indulged had been that first wedding night. The upshot of our, or should I say Michael’s reasoning, was that we both agreed, sex was no more than just god’s method of pro-creation. And as we weren’t ready to start a family until after we’d completed our overseas assignment, we decided we’d abstain.

The next few months, we began in earnest on planning towards our overseas commitment. Part of this process was physical training, doing weekend fell walking. I say weekends, but his job being mainly a Sunday occupation, it only really left Saturdays free for our walks. Yorkshire in England is famous for its hills and Mooreland countryside. And we’d go out walking nearly every weekend, walking round trips of 20 plus miles up the hills along rough tracks in all weathers.

It was on one of these treks that my real story began. A bright mid-summer Saturday morning, the weather forecast had warned of rain, but the skies certainly didn’t look like they had their predictions right. We drove out to the moors, in Michael’s dad’s camper-van. We certainly couldn’t afford anything like this kind of luxury, but we borrowed this off Phillip (Michael’s dad) most weekends. It was fully kitted out, and ideal as a base when returning from a long trek. So as per normal, we parked in one of the many tourist car parks in the valleys below the hills.

This as I said had become our normal weekend activity, and as usual, we pulled our big packs onto our backs, and off we set. As I’d said the sun was shining, and the views as we climbed higher were stunning as always. I guess we’d been walking for about half an hour, when the skies suddenly turned black. And I do mean black! It was almost like an eclipse of the sun.

Within seconds a violent wind sprung-up, seemingly from nowhere, and the rain began to thrash down with a vengeance. As the force of this gale was coming across the hill sideways, it was difficult to stand up, let alone try to keep walking. It was howling that loud, talking, or to be more precise, hearing what was being said, was just impossible. Michael turned to me and held me tightly to him. He began to use hand signals, and if I interpreted him correctly, he was indicating we should make our way back down.

Then as he tried to edge himself past me on the slippy narrow ledge pathway, so he could lead the way back down the hill-side, he missed his footing. I tried to grab him, not that I’d have been strong enough to stop him, but in any case I was too slow. He fell about four feet, and crashed into a heap in the crevice between two large rocks.

This was bad enough, but if we’d have been a few feet along the path in either direction, there might not have been anything to block his fall. So even though I could tell instantly, that falling against these rocks had hurt him, without these rocks, he could have fallen to his death.

As it was, I scrambled my way down into the crevice, and crouched alongside Michael. Even with my help, it was obvious his foot and ankle were giving him that much pain, it was impossible for him to stand, let alone climb back to the path, and walk back down the hill. There weren’t any obvious signs of broken bones sticking out anywhere, or any sign of blood loss.

By shouting directly into his ear, and then pressing my ear against his mouth, we managed some simple communication. From this I established it was most likely to be a broken or badly twisted ankle. But what ever, he didn’t think he’d get back down the hill without extra help. So as he felt safe enough perched in between the rocks, he was indicating I should try to make my way down the hill to bring back some extra help.

As we’d only been climbing the hill for about half an hour, you’d expect it would only take about the same time, or less to go back down. But with this howling wind and rain lashing down, I’d been struggling my way down the path, almost on my hands and knees for a good half hour, when almost as suddenly as it had started, the wind and rain both stopped. Then in less than a minute the sun was shining down so brightly, I had to shade my eyes.

It was the weirdest storm I’d ever experienced, and now it had stopped, there was a kind of eerie silence, I guess it was the lack of birds singing. The only sound was running and dripping water as it flowed down the rocky path, and dripped from the leaves of the gorse bushes.

But now as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see for miles in all directions. And to my dismay, I wasn’t even half way down! But from where I stood, I could see the whole car park, and besides our camper-van, there was only one other vehicle parked down there. I knew I had to get to the bottom of the hill before that vehicle left.

Now the wind and rain had stopped, it was easier going, but I still had to be very careful, as the steep rocky path was slippery with the wet mud the rain had washed down. So I made my way as quickly as I dare, and once down to flat ground, I ran as fast as I could towards the exit of the car park to head off the vehicle that was parked there, in the event that it should start to leave.

The whole area was like something from a horror movie, steam was rising everywhere as the burning hot sun lifted the fresh rainfall from roads, grass and plants alike. As it was, I got to the gates of the car park, and the vehicle was still stationary about half way along the parking bays. As I ran towards it, the occupants all began to climb out of what I could now see was a Land Rover mountain rescue vehicle. By the time I’d reached where it was parked, all four men were out and standing there waiting for me to arrive.

“Slow down love. What has happened?”

“It’s my Michael, he’s fallen. He’s still up near the top of that hill,” I said as I pointed up.

“Ok love. Just take your time; lets get all the facts first. We’ll soon have him sorted for you,” this was the man who’d spoken first, and who appeared to be the one in charge.

They asked me all about what had happened, and how badly injured I thought he was, and then they decided a stretcher would be needed. One was brought from the back of their vehicle, and with them all carrying their own rescue packs, they all began to follow me back to the hill. They had said it would be more sensible for me to wait with the vehicles, and that they would go up the hill and find my Michael themselves. But I insisted I’d show them the way.

I ran across the field to the gate, and began to climb over. This was where I fell foul of being in too much of a rush. I’d got to the top of one side of the gate, and swung my leg over the top. But as I began to throw my weight over the gate, the newly placed foot slipped off the bar of the gate.

I dropped down onto the top rung of the gate, not only scrubbing the inside of my legs, but also landing very heavily on my crotch. This sudden whack stunned me momentarily, and I toppled over the gate, scrubbing my inside leg again as I slithered from the top rung. I fell chest forwards, and in my stunned state, the natural reaction of breaking a fall with your arms, just didn’t happen. I landed on the ground on the other side of the gate taking most of the fall with my breasts. This in itself would have been sufficient to wind me. I lay there, conscious, but seemingly unable to help myself up. In seconds all of the men were gathered around me. The man who appeared to be in charge gave me a quick check asking how many fingers he was holding up, etc. And then when he was satisfied it was safe to do so, they helped me to my feet. He decided he would take me back to the car park to give me a full check over, whilst his companions continued up to the top of the hill, to rescue my Michael.

I wasn’t really in any condition to argue, and actually I’m not sure if I’d have managed the climb up that hill. As it was, he had his arm wrapped around my waist, and I had mine around his shoulder as he helped me to make my way back across the field. That was, of course, after they’d opened the gate to let me through, there was no way I could have climbed back over. On our way to the car park, I told him my name was Shirley, and my husband’s name. I also told him briefly about how long we’d been married, and that my husband was a vicar, and we were training to prepare ourselves for an overseas assignment in some remote developing world region.

Ian, this was the head man of the rescue team, said being as our vehicle was a camper-van it would have more room, and he’d be able to examine me easier in there. He explained he was fully trained medically, and there was nothing to worry about. So once he’d helped me up into the back of our camper, he said he’d go and get some kit from his vehicle, and as I was thoroughly soaking wet, I should undress, get myself dried, and then put on some dry clothes. He said he’d knock before he came back in, but I explained that wasn’t necessary, as I could close-off the bedroom compartment, and get myself changed in there.
So he went one way, and I closed myself into my bedroom, and stripped naked. I dried myself down, and then got out some clean dry clothes. Whilst I was busy pulling on my knickers, I heard the outside door opening.

“It’s only me.”

I recognised Ian’s voice, “Ok, I won’t be long, I’m just getting dressed.”

“Ok love. Just take your time. While I’m waiting, I’ll pop the kettle on, I’m sure a nice hot cup of tea will do you the world of good.”

“Thank you. I’m sure you’re right, there is nothing like it to warm you up.”

Well I’d soon finished dressing, and I pushed back the partition doors, to open up the full compartment.

“Are, there you are. Teas in the cups, do you take sugar?”

“No thank you.”

“Milk?”

“Please.”

There you go then, that’s just what you need, something hot inside you.”

“Thank you, you’ve been ever so kind.”

“Don’t be silly, you drink that up, and then I’ll give you the once over, make sure you haven’t done any serious damage.”

“I’m sure there’s no need, I’m feeling better already.”

“Look Shirley my dear, last time I let you lead us up the hill, and that was against my better judgement, and look what happened. This time, I think you should listen to me. After all, if you are ok, its cost us nothing, but if I find something wrong, then the sooner we get you fixed the better. Agreed?”

“I guess so.”

“Well just so you know there’s nothing funny going on, I’ve set up my nanny-cam on the side cupboard over there, which will record everything that happens.”

“There’s no need for that is there?”

“I’m afraid there is. It’s silly I Know, but these days, it’s something we have to do. You know, all these cases of women accusing doctors of improper conduct. And in any case, it is as much for you, everything I do is recorded, so it’s as safe as being back in the surgery with a nurse in attendance.”

“Ok, if we have to, but it feels very strange, the thought of you examining me, and it being recorded.”

“Don’t worry, I guarantee, once we get started, you’ll forget it’s even there. Speaking of which, I see you’ve finished your tea, so if you sit back over there on the bed, I’ll come and sit along side you.”

I sat on the bed, and he came across, but before he sat, he lent forwards towards me.

“Come on then, I’ll help you off with that jumper.”

His hands took hold of the hem of my woolly jumper, and I lifted my arms, as he pulled it up and over my head.

I was now sat in front of this stranger with just a bra covering my breasts. Still stood up, he leant over top of my head, and reached down to release the clip on my bra.

“Ok we’ll just help you off with this.”

He placed it to one side on the bed, and sat sideways along side me, bringing his left hand across to cup first my right, and then my left bust. He gently squeezed and fondled under, to the sides, and all around each breast. Asking as he did, “Is this hurting?”

“No, they’re a little sore, but you’re not hurting.”

“Ok, I’m just going to check if your sensory reactions have been damaged. Do you know what I mean by that?”

“No.”

“Ok, its simple really, you are married, so you’ll know there are parts of your body that react to being touched. You know what I mean now?”

Maybe I was married, and I guess he thought that would mean I’d be sexually experienced, but I’d only been made love to twice. I really had no idea what he was talking about.

“I’m not sure.”

“Ok, let me ask you this, when your Michael touches your nipples like this, does it start a tingling sensation anywhere?”

Michael had done this to me the first time in bed, and yes, I remember it made my nipples feel funny; it also made me feel funny down in my private place. So I replied.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel the tingling now?”

It felt a little weird having a stranger touching me, but it wasn’t making my nipples feel funny, or exciting my tummy like Michael had done, so my reply was.

“No. Not really.”

“That’s not a good sign, but maybe it’s just the ambience. Let me just try something else.”

He placed one hand in the middle of my back, one on my tummy, and said.

“Let’s just have you laid back onto the bed a minute.” Then as he moved his hands to lift my feet, which he placed tightly together on the bed, he said.

“And you’ll be more comfortable, if we lift your legs up.”

Then he walked across to collect his camera.

“I’ll just move this, its no good over there.”

What he’d said before had been right; I had completely forgotten there was a camera filming our every move. But now he’d placed it over this side of the van, so it was looking up the length of the bed, and had a full view of all that was about to happen to me.

As he re-arranged the way my skirt lay across my legs, thus preventing the camera from seeing up under it, he asked.

“Do you feel comfortable?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

And it was true, I felt in safe hands, not least, because of his little touch of placing my feet tightly together, and making sure my skirt was discreetly positioned to prevent the camera seeing more than necessary.

“Now I want you to trust me, because for this to work, you need to be fully relaxed. Do you trust me?”

Well up to now, this man and his friends, had been nothing but perfect gentlemen, and they’d done everything in their power to help me.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Ok I’ll explain what I’m going to do, and it will sound strange, but remember, it is all being filmed, so I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. And I really do need your cooperation.”

“Yes I will, I promise.”

“Ok, close your eyes, and try to think erotic thoughts. Think of things like the first time your husband made love to you. It’s important you let your mind wander. I will start by repeating what we’ve already tried, fondling your nipples. But if like last time, they don’t react, I’ll have to try licking and sucking them. If you feel them beginning to react, just tell me and I’ll stop. Now before we begin, are you sure you’re ok with me doing this to you?”

I was more than a little confused.

“I’ve never heard of a doctor needing to do this, are you sure it’s really necessary?”

He sat-up suddenly,

“Ok, you can get dressed then. I thought you said you trusted me?”

I could see I’d upset him, and I instantly felt as if I’d let him down, acting like a shy and silly school girl. It was then, still lying flat out on my back, that I caught a glancing view through the gap in the curtains. I froze for a second and stared at the massive rainbow encompassing the hill on the horizon where Michael was still awaiting his rescuers. It was like a giant halo, as if god had given me a sign, and I now knew this man was genuine, he’d only been trying to help me.

“No please. I trust you; it was just me being silly. It seemed a strange thing for a doctor to do.”

“I told you that, I said it would sound strange, but you’ve subjected yourself to a very unusual injury, and I need to make sure your nerves aren’t damaged. Can you imagine if you’d never seen a doctor hitting someone just below their knee-cap with a little hammer, wouldn’t this seem peculiar to you? But just because its something everyone has seen, and knows is a genuine reaction test, nobody ever questions it. Well what I’m doing is just the same, but you’d hardly imagine anyone talking about it to their friends afterwards, or you’d never see it in an Ealing comedy.”

“Yes, I see what you mean. Ok, I’ll do my best but it will be difficult for me.”

I lay back down, and closed my eyes, and I tried to think about the first night Michael had started fumbling his hands all over my body.

“That’s a good girl. Are you ready? I’m just going to touch your nipples.”

But he didn’t wait for my reply, I instantly felt his finger tips stroking across my nipples, and at the same time, he began to use his other hand to gently rub my ear-lobe. Just these two stimulants would have been enough, but now I felt his lips nipping my right nipple.

It sent a sudden quiver through my body, more violent, and penetrating than anything Michael had done on our first night. It penetrated deep into my tummy, right into my private place, and I felt it begin to tremble. I thought maybe this trembling was fear, because my private place associated someone touching my nipples, with the pain of Michael thrusting himself into me. Ian’s mouth was moving from nipple to nipple and back again, and I felt my hips lifting from the bed.

Suddenly I realised I was supposed to tell him if his touching was having an effect on me.

“I. I. I. Your.”

My mouth kept opening, and I think I know what I wanted to say; but words wouldn’t come to my lips. I kept trying to get him to stop.

“Ple… Please. You’re. Please.”

“Relax my dear. Just let it flood over you.”

“Ohhhh god. Ohhh pl…”

“It’s alright. Just let yourself go. I won’t hurt you. Just let your body do what it wants.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t even say words, let alone make sentences that were comprehensible.

Well I did as he’d asked, I let go, not that I did it intentionally, I just seemed powerless to resist. I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was wrong, but it was like it was happening to someone else. He wasn’t just kissing and licking my nipples, he was kissing into the nape of my neck, and under my ears. God I can’t explain what this was doing to me, I’d never experienced anything like this before, and I just wanted him to keep driving the sensation harder and deeper into my body.

I knew my hips were thrashing up and down, and that I’d now splayed my knees open, but it wasn’t actually me in control of the way I was behaving. As each tremor rippled down my body, it culminated in me thrusting my hips high up off the bed, and it wasn’t only my knees that were splayed open, my feet were no longer tightly together where he’d placed them. I was laid back, totally under his control, with my feet a good two foot apart in the most shameless pose.

He kept up his onslaught for an age, and although I had no idea what was about to happen, I could feel something was building up in my private place. It was pulsing wildly, and my tummy was knotted as if it was about to release some kind of fire ball.

I know it wasn’t a fire ball, but something was released, and I began a violent jerking, and writhing about on the bed. Then I was suddenly aware my knickers and the tops of my legs were soaking, as fluid flowed from inside me. I must have writhed about for a good minute or two, and when I eventually collapsed, just for that split second, I felt like I’d been to heaven and back, and god was sitting at my side.

(God forgive me for saying that, but it was like nothing I’d ever experienced)

As I opened my eyes I saw Ian looking down at me.

“How do you feel now?”

As I’ve just said, I was in an ecstatic trance, and I just blurted out.

“Oh Ian, was I alright?”

“I don’t need to answer that for you, do I?”

“Oh Ian. What did you do to me? That was so wonderful.”

“So I can take it from that, you’ve never had an orgasm before?”

I had heard of them years ago in uni, but it wasn’t something that any of my friends ever talked about, and I’d never heard the word for years. But going by Ian’s question, I guess that must have been what had just happened to me.

“No,”

I whispered, in a very embarrassed manner.

“Well Shirley, you certainly made up for that today. You’re a top class squirter.”

I guessed he was referring to the liquid that had come from my body when I’d began to spasm, and I suddenly felt so ashamed, it was like I’d pee’d myself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mea…”

“Don’t you be sorry.”

He stopped me mid sentence,

“That was exactly what I hoped you’d do. We’ve just proved what we wanted to see. Your stimulation points are working fine, and you haven’t done any permanent damage to your breasts.”

“And in any case, I need to examine you down there next, so you would have had to take your skirt and knickers off anyway.”

And with me still lying flat out along the bed, he began to unbuckle my belt. I placed my hand on top of his, and he paused his unbuckling.

“Ian, are you sure this is necessary?”

He looked at me, giving me one of those superior looks men are good at.

“Have you still got any discomfort down there?”

As he asked, he looked down to my crotch area and nodded his head. Discomfort! Now the affect of the orgasm was subsiding, it was beginning to hurt like mad again.

“Yes.”

“Then you’d be a very silly girl to ignore it.”

There was a pause, as I still found the whole thing very embarrassing; then I asked.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can.”

“I do trust you, and I don’t want to upset you.”

“Come on ask away, I promise I won’t get upset.”

“You said once you could tell I was getting aroused, you’d stop.”

“Normally I would have done, but it was so obvious from the way your body reacted, that you were, so to speak, sexually tense. It is always better in those circumstances to allow the patient to attain full satisfaction.”

“You promise me you’re not just…”

I hesitated, not finding the right words, but without me actually saying what I meant, he answered me.

“I give you my word. What I just did to you was strictly in accordance with medical practice and I’d have done exactly the same if we’d had a nurse in attendance.”

I lifted my hand from his, and he resumed unbuckling my belt. Then he reached to my side to unbutton the skirt. As I felt him tug, I lifted my hips to allow him to pull my skirt under my bottom. Next his fingers were into the waist-band of my knickers, and I once again lifted letting my knickers be removed. He lifted my left leg across, and turned it slightly, bringing the inside face of my leg uppermost.

“My god, you’ve messed this up a bit.”

I instantly thought he was referring to the bed covers, with all my liquid squirting, so I lifted myself up to my elbows to look. But he was referring to my left leg, and the long red scratches I’d made on it as I’d slid down the top rail of the gate.

“Here, I’ll rub some of this in; it’ll help take the sting out.”

He began to rub some cream out of a tube he’d taken from his medical bag. But to be honest, the stimulation he’d given me, and the orgasm I’d just experienced, had pushed the feelings of soreness my legs had been giving me, way to the back of my mind. It was only the really dull aching from my crotch, which had managed to penetrate the anaesthetic effect of the orgasm. But he went ahead and rubbed first my left, and then my right leg, even though the latter was only slightly scuffed.

“There we go. I think that’s the legs sorted, now for your vagina. Is it alright me using the medical term? It doesn’t offend you?”

“No, that’s ok.”

“Is that what you call it?”

“Well not really.”

“What do you call it then?”

“I’m not sure as I’ve ever had to call it anything; I guess if I had too, I’d say my private place.”

“Ok Shirley my dear you’re going to have to be very grown-up and brave about this next part. It’s essential that I give you and internal examination, and to do that, I’m going to ask you to let me lift your legs right up high to your shoulders, and then stretch them as wide as you can get them. We’d normally have a special couch for this with stirrups, so you could relax as much as possible. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to put your hands under your knees, to hold your legs up for me. Will you manage that for me?”

“I think so.”

I began to lift my legs.

“Whoa there. Not yet my dear, let me explain the whole procedure to you first. It’s embarrassing enough for you having to go through with this; I don’t want you to be like it for one second longer than absolutely necessary.”

I let my legs back down.

“Sorry I thought you meant now.”

“You don’t need to apologise my dear. I bet you’re a bundle of nerves?”

“Y yes. I am a bit on edge.”

“You have my word, once we get started, so long as you relax and trust me like last time, it’ll be over before you know it. Ok, once we get you in position, I’m going to be feeling all around what you call your little private place, outside and inside, and I’m even going to be feeling inside your bottom. This won’t be anywhere near as bad as it sounds, thanks to your orgasm, you’re really well lubricated. So before we begin, you’re clear about what I’m going to do? And you’re ok with me doing it?”

I didn’t answer, I felt instinctively, that he was a man I could trust, and god had sent him to help both Michael and I in our hour of need. I looked into his eyes, and nodded.

“Ok then, let’s have them little legs up nice and high”

So I began to lift my legs, his hands took hold of my ankles, positioning them precisely where he wanted as he passed them into my hands.

“Ok my dear. Have you got them?”

So there I was; spread open for him to do as he wanted.

His hands were all over me, sliding up and along my slit, back down to my bottom, and as he’d said, pushing into my bottom. The whole of this area of my body was covered in wet slippy juices from my orgasm, so wherever his fingers moved towards, they just slid in, and up.

I could feel he was moving from my bottom, to my front hole, and back again repeatedly, using two fingers held together. They slid up my front hole with out any problem, and I began to feel the sensations building up inside my tummy once again. But as he slid the two fingers up my bottom, I felt a rippling sensation as the knuckles passed in through the outer tight ring and then again as they pulled their way out.

I guess he’d been examining me for about two minutes when he said, “There really isn’t anything to feel nervous about.”

“I I’m not.”

“I can tell you’re not relaxing my dear; and like the last test we just carried out; if you don’t relax, we’ll never see if your stimulation system is working. Tell you what, let your legs down from up there, and just let them fall open naturally. And then I’ll start back on your breasts, and then work down to your little private place. You just close your eyes.”

I again didn’t answer, but I knew he was right, I was still tense. So I did as he’d asked and lowered my legs. And then I let my knees fall open, while I held my feet wide apart. He was soon leaning above me, sucking my nipples, and kissing around my neck. I immediately began to get aroused, for this time; I recognised that was what was happening to me. But no sooner had the thunderbolts of lightning began to send fire down to my crotch, before my hips resumed their humping action. But with him leaning up my body to suck and kiss my breasts, he was positioned in the valley made by my open legs, and thus my humping hips, pushed my mound hard into contact with his body. There was no mistaking what I could feel through the material of his trousers; it was his penis, and it was rock hard. This only appeared to enhance my arousal, and both of my holes were now both throbbing like never before.

I fought off what appeared to be an involuntary bodily movement, attempting to keep my bottom firmly down on the bed. But as he’d now sensed my state of arousal, he moved from my breasts, and I felt his mouth come into contact with my front hole. His tongue began lapping up the length of my slit and then back down as far as my bottom hole. But when after a few exploratory licks, he lingered around the front of my slit, and started licking and sucking, I heaved up into his face with a violent thrust. He sucked all the harder, and I felt a thumb slip up my bottom, whilst two fingers began ramming in and out of my love hole. He continued poking, probing, licking, sucking and generally exploring and manipulating all of the lower part of my body. For my sake, I just let my body do as it wished, and went with whatever my reactions dictated.
I knew another squirting orgasm was about to explode, and I just let myself behave like a shameless animal. As my orgasm began, he gripped hard onto the top of my legs, clamping his face into my crotch. No matter how I writhed about, he stuck to me like a limpet, drinking as much of my juices as he could get down.

We both lay still for minutes, I could not believe what had just taken place, and was finding difficulty making excuses to myself, knowing this couldn’t really be some kind of genuine medical test. Then I saw his face, as he lifted his head up, from where his mouth and nose had been buried hard into my love hole.

He smiled, “Well my dear. You can be sure of one thing, that secret place of yours is in perfect working order, just like your breasts.”

His face was covered with my juice, but he had the biggest smile I’d ever seen, and for some stupid reason I can’t explain, I said,

“You look happy.”

“Well my little Shirley, I could say the same for you. But you’re right, I am happy. It’s not every day I get a vicar’s wife to cum in my mouth.”

“Oh god, you mean that was all a trick?”

“No, of course not. You know I was just making sure everything was working after your fall. And that massage I’ve just given you, I bet it’s taken nearly all the pain from in between your legs?”

Well he was right about that, the ‘massage’ as he called it, had relaxed and relieved what had been a very painful ache I’d had in my crotch.

“Yes, it does feel better.”

“So the fact you’ve just cum twice in less than twenty minutes, and I’ve had the pleasure of drinking your cum directly from your pussy, that is just a bonus.”

Feeling very embarrassed, I asked.

“Can I get myself cleaned up now?”

“Of course you can. But before you do I want you to just take this.”

He’d already stood up, and just as he was saying this he turned away, and put his hands to his bag. Then as he brought his hand back towards me, he was holding out his finger, like he’d maybe squirted something from a tube, and he had the squib of what ever on his outstretched finger. As it came to my mouth, I looked at it, it was like a sort of streaky white paste, almost like wallpaper paste.

“Open up, its only one little lick.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t you worry what it is, the doctor says to lick it up, so be a good girl.”

I took hold of his hand, and wiped his finger across my tongue, and licked it into my mouth. It was a little salty, but not nasty to taste.

“Well did it taste ok?”

“Yes, what was it?”

“It’s just a muscle relaxant, but you could do with a bigger dose than that.”

“Have you got anymore?”

“There’s a little left in a tube, but I think you’ll have to suck it out, while I hold the tube.”

“Where is it?”

He pulled his zipper down, and pulled out his big erect penis.

“Come on my little beauty, open up your mouth.”

As he said it he rammed his penis towards my face, and as I attempted to pull back, his hand on the back of my head pulled me forwards.

As the sticky wet end of his penis pressed against my lips, it forced its way into contact with my teeth. I stupidly attempted to protest, and as my teeth parted, his penis entered; preventing any words escaping.

“Suck it you bitch. Suck!”

But try as I might to pull away, he was too strong. I never even thought of biting it, and he pumped my mouth for nearly a minute before I managed to get it out.

“You dirty sod. I’m going to tell my Michael. Get off me you dirty man.”

“Calm down you silly girl, it was only my fucking dick, it wasn’t like I tried to poison you.”

“I’ll get you struck-off. I’ll tell them you raped me.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s all on camera, you agreed to everything. And as for struck off, struck off what? I’m not a doctor. I’m a plumber.”

“Why. You tricked me. I hate you. I’m sure my Michael will be able to get you into trouble with the police.”

“Look calm down; let me explain things to you. First, the video camera shows I didn’t force or rape you. Second the video I’ve just recorded can be put on the internet, or sent in the form of a DVD to the bishop, your parents, Michael’s parents, your neighbours, or anyone. And I can’t imagine your Michael would be very impressed with his wife heaving her pussy up and down and squirting her cum for a stranger. In fact, I think he might even divorce you. So as you see, if you tell anyone, it is you who will lose out, not me.”

“Anyway, what harm has been done, you’ve just had your first orgasms, you should really be thanking me, not getting all upset.”

“But you tricked me. I thought you were a doctor.”

“But doctor or not, did you have two orgasms?”

“Well yes but…”

“But nothing, you were on cloud nine? And be honest, you liked the taste of my dick?”

“No I didn’t. You forced that on me. How could you do that? That was horrible.”

“You didn’t say that when you licked the cum from my finger.”

“But I thought you were giving me some kind of medicine.”

“And so I was. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop acting like a silly school-girl, and you’ll get my dick back into your mouth, and get yourself a nice big dose of it.”

“Don’t be so foul. I promise you, I don’t care if you are trying to blackmail me with that dirty video you’ve taken, I’m going to tell my Michael, and we’ll get you arrested.”

“You still don’t understand how silly you sound. Do you? Do you think your Michael will still be allowed to stay in the church, once the bishop and all your local congregation has seen you performing? I can guarantee you, the second Michael sees you behaving like a sex crazed whore, he’ll be on the phone to a solicitor, and the divorce papers will be written-up and ready to sign by the time he gets to the solicitors office.”

I kept trying to believe my Michael would stick by me, and discount the things this man was saying, but the more I thought about what that camera witnessed, the more I came to accept he was right. But if I once gave in to this man, I had no idea where this would end. I decided I’d try one last attempt to bluff him out.

“You can say what you like, I know my Michael, and he will believe me, not you or anything you’ve got on that video.”

“It’s your choice my dear.”

And with that he began to get himself dressed. Then while dressing he looked out of the window and said.

“But you’ll only have yourself to blame when this all goes wrong. And if I was you, I’d look-sharp and get some clothes on, looks like my colleagues are just getting the stretcher over that gate right now, so they’ll be here soon. Just remember, I offered you an easy way out, one where your Michael would have been none the wiser.”

I rapidly began to clean myself up, and get into some fresh clothes. But all the time I was wondering what would happen when they arrived back with Michael.

“What are you going to say when my Michael gets here?”

“I’m just going to play my nanny-cam back through that TV of yours, so your Michael, and of course, my friends can watch everything that’s just happened.”

“But my Michael will see you tricked me.”

“Do you really think a man’s pride is that strong, that he can live with a wife he’s just witnessed behaving like that with a stranger? Especially when he’s just had to watch it for the first time in the company of other strangers; all of whom are men. Knowing; even at best his wife has been more naive than a school girl. But at worst, she’s taken the first opportunity presented to her, to have a sexual relationship with a stranger.”

I was now fully dressed, and I’d pushed all my used clothes into the wash basket along with the soaking bed cover. Then as I spread a fresh cover over the bed, I could see the three men coming through the gates at the far end of the car park! I now had literally single minutes to decide if I dare take this man on, and trust that Michael would stand-by me.

I knuckled-under and decided it would be easier to just let him get away with his foul deception.

“Ok you win. I won’t tell Michael, so long as you don’t show him the video.”

“Too late my dear. If you’d just given my dick a little suck. A minute would have done to show your appreciation for my help in bringing you to your first orgasm. But as it is, I’ll take pleasure in watching his face when he sees you on screen. And your face when he goes ballistic. Then I’ll make money selling the video on line.”

“Please don’t, I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut the mustard. Are you willing to prove it?”

“How? They’ll be at the door any second.”

“I’ll keep quiet on one condition.”

“What?”

“I want your knickers off. Now!”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing. I just want to know you’re walking around in here without any knickers on.”

As he finished speaking, they arrived at the other side of the door, and one of them knocked.

“KNOCK. KNOCK.”

I pulled my knickers down, and was looking around for somewhere to hide them. Ian took them from my hand with his left, as his right one was busy opening the door. Stood outside were two men either ends of a stretcher, and the third one carrying all their ropes and gear.

One of the men climbed in backwards, lifting with him the stretcher which had my Michael strapped firmly into it. Followed by the man on the other end of the stretcher. The third man piled all the gear onto the floor, and he walked to the driver’s door and climbed in.

“Someone got the keys?”

“Shirley my dear, have you got the keys for Jamie, and then we can get your Michael to hospital.”

I handed the keys to Ian, and as he gave then to the man in the driving seat, Jamie, I stooped down to talk to Michael. Even this was not as straightforward as it might have been. As Michael was flat on his back on the stretcher. And the stretcher was on the floor. I had to be careful Michael didn’t see up my skirt, and realise I hadn’t any knickers on.

“Michael dear, are you alright? Is it hurting bad?”

“I’ll be ok. It is hurting, but thanks to these Samaritans, it’ll soon be taken care of. Are you ok?”

“Oh yes, I’m fine. I would have come back up with them, to help them find you, but I stupidly fell climbing that gate.”

As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted saying anything. Why I’d told him that I have no idea, he didn’t need to know anything about me being hurt.

“Oh my darling. Were you hurt badly?”

I rapidly tried to back track, making out it was nothing.

“No. Just shaken up, and a bit bruised.”

“Has this gentleman looked at it for you?”

He said looking at Ian. I’d backed myself into a corner now, and only lies would get me out.

“No, there’s no need.”

“Don’t be a silly girl. These men are medically trained. They’ve strapped my ankle up, and given me a full once-over to check for any other problems. I’m sure Terry or Roy would be only too glad to check you out.”

“Sure thing Michael, we’ll take her into the back compartment.”

“There you are my dear, looks like you’ll have the attention of two medical men, you are privileged.”

Then turning to Terry,

“If you need any privacy for the examination, the partition door can be brought across to close that end off.”

“Well she did fall heavily with her crotch onto the top rail of that iron gate, so we will need to give her an internal.”

Michael almost swallowed his own tongue, and the gulp noise he made was noticeable.

“Well. Err. I’ll trust you to do what’s necessary.”

I wanted to shout out, but knew doing that, would only unleash Ian with his video of me behaving like a sex crazed animal; so instead, I let Roy lead me with his hand on my elbow, back into our bedroom. Whilst Terry closed off the partition; leaving my Michael, Ian and Jamie, all the other side. Jamie now had the campervan underway, so we were now making our way along the steep twisty moor-land roads.

It was only when Terry turned around from closing the partition, that I saw he had the dreaded camcorder in his hand.

“Right Shirley, it is Shirley? Isn’t it?”

He spoke in a soft voice, obviously not wanting my Michael to hear him.

“Yes it is. But you can forget using that. And don’t think I’m going to let either of you examine me.”

“Oh I see. It’s like that is it? Well in that case, we might as well open the partition, and you can explain to your husband why you don’t want to be examined, while he watches Ian’s camera work. I know he scored, he gave me the nod as soon as we walked in.”

So this little scam wasn’t a one-off, they must have done this before. And when they arrived back, Ian had managed to let them know he’d compromised me, without even saying a word. So I was still backed in a corner, and this time it wasn’t lies that would help me out.

“Ok. I’ll let you examine me, but if you touch me like Ian did, I won’t be able to keep silent.”

“But we will.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you suck Ian’s dick?”

“No.”

“What and he hasn’t shown your husband the video? I’d better make some excuse to get him in here to find out what’s going on.”

I really didn’t want Michael’s suspicion arousing, so I quickly said.

“No please, there’s really no need. We ran out of time, I would have done it, but he said if I took my knickers off, he wouldn’t tell about the video.”

A big smile appeared on his face, and he lifted the hem of my skirt up. Then Roy reached across and lifted my left leg up and to the side; so they could now both see my love hole.

“Sweet. Can’t wait to get my lips around that cunt of yours.”

We were still talking in soft tones, but even so, I felt like my Michael knew what was going on.

“Get laid back on the bed, and I’ll get astride you. You can suck my dick first. And when it cums, don’t you dare spill any, you swallow the fucking lot, or you’ll be in trouble.”

He didn’t sound like he was a man to mess with, so I was soon on my back, sucking his massive hard penis as it rammed in and out of my mouth.

I’d been sucking for only a minute or so before he began to jerk his hips. I recognised this as a sign he was shooting his cum, but in truth I hadn’t much idea what that meant. I’d only experienced it twice, and each time it had been with Michael’s penis up inside my love hole.

But now I could feel and taste the same salty taste from earlier, as he kept ramming and spurting inside my mouth. I made sure I kept it all in, not letting a drop leave my lips, then as his penis pulled out, I swallowed it all down.

What I haven’t mentioned, was while Terry was busy in my mouth, Roy had my legs spread wide open, and was busy licking my holes, and all around my love parts. So what with terry’s penis on my lips, and Roy’s onslaught under my skirt, I was well on my way to an orgasm. It had only been the big fat penis in my mouth, which had stifled my gasps of pleasure.

Now I’d swallowed the cum, Terry held his hand over my lips, until Roy presented his penis for me to suck. As it touched my lips, I eagerly sucked, but as he was already pushing, it would have gone in anyway. I soon got back into the rhythm, as he pumped hard against the back of my throat. Down below, something was being pushed up inside my front love hole!

I couldn’t fight them off, and it wasn’t a penis. It was something strange, hard and man made. Once he had whatever pushed up deep inside me, he began to lick and suck all around as Roy had done. But from deep inside me, there was a sensation I couldn’t explain. Yes I know I had an orgasm building, but this was something more, or extra.

My tummy was vibrating from inside, a kind of tremor shooting feelings to every part of my being. Well if at the start of this I’d been concerned about Michael hearing us, by now, that was not even a consideration. They’d somehow taken me to the point where I was no longer in control of my body. Well I might not have been in control of it, but I knew what it was doing.

Terry had to try to hold me up off the bed, as I was thrashing my hips violently up and down. If he’d left me on the mattress, I’d have been bouncing the camper-van off the road. Roy was still ramming my mouth, but now, I could feel his penis was entering my wind-pipe. There was no sign of me gagging on it; it was like I’d done it a million times before, a kind of natural ability that just felt right.

Then it came to the time for Roy to shoot his cum, and he pulled back slightly, so as to shoot each and every bolt of his cum over the surface of my tongue. His first release of cum triggered my orgasm. Terry held onto me like he was tackling a raging bull. He told me some time later, he thought a Spanish fighting bull would have been easier to control.

So after a few minutes, I’d returned to my normal self, and once again, felt first guilty, then angry, and then trapped. And then as I began to wipe myself clean, I felt a wire, a thin electrical flex wire, disappearing up into my front love hole. The other end of the wire was coming out of a small plastic box that lay beside me on the bed.

“What’s this?”

I asked as I held the wire, not daring to pull on it.

Terry answered, “That’ll be ok left in there for now. We’ll put the battery pack into a waist belt for you.”

“But what is it? Why can’t you take it out?”

“Don’t worry about it; it’s only a little stimulator. Something we can use to remind you who is in charge.”

I wanted to argue, and insist it was removed, but I knew it would be pointless. So instead I just allowed them to attach the battery pack to a belt which was put around my waist, under my skirt. I finished dressing, but again wasn’t allowed to wear any knickers. Then with us all looking respectable, the partition was once again pulled open.

Terry breezed out as unconcerned as you like, “Well reverend, you can rest assured your lady wife is in first class working order. She’s still a bit tender, but she’ll be right as rain in a couple of days.”

I could see by Michael’s face, he looked more than a little concerned, and ignoring what Terry had said, he look directly at me, from where he lay, still strapped tightly onto the stretcher.

“Are you ok? They didn’t do anything improper to you?”

The last thing I wanted to do was to get him upset, or provoke Ian into showing the video, so out came another lie.

“No dear, of course not. They just examined me, and massaged me with some cream.”

I then tried to change the subject.

“Don’t you think you could undo the straps now, and let Michael sit up?”

Ian answered, “As I’ve just explained to Michael, its all part of these modern rules and regulations we have to keep to. We both know it’s silly, but the powers-that-be insist we keep the injured party strapped into the stretcher whilst in transit, it’s like wearing a seat belt.”

“But surely he doesn’t need to be trust down so tightly?”

“Sorry my dear, but they’d crucify me if, god forbid, we had a crash, and he wasn’t adequately restrained.”

I’d decided I was onto a looser, with this request, when suddenly; my love hole began to send out sensations. I froze to the spot, and my legs turned to jelly. I had to turn towards the side cupboard, and use both my hands to take my weight, to prevent myself from falling to the floor. Roy dashed to my assistance, his arms sliding under mine from behind me, as he took my weight, and helped me back to one of the side bench seats. This feeling was still building, so intense inside me, that I lay back in a very un-lady-like slouch, unable to compose myself.

“Shirley. What’s wrong? My god what’s happening to her?”

Called Michael from where he lay.

Roy was sat alongside me, his arms around my shoulder, making sure I didn’t actually slip into a heap on the floor. But it was Terry who answered Michael.

“Don’t get worried reverend. It’s just the inter-vaginal relaxant. It’s set to go through a sequence of internal massages, to help disperse the bruising. Don’t worry; we’ll slip it out once we get to the hospital. It is the quickest and simplest method of relieving her bruising. We wouldn’t use it if she was in public. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to see your wife reacting like this in front of strangers, but as we are all medical men, and you’re her husband, I thought it the best treatment for her condition.”
I heard his words, but I was too far gone to react to them in any way. Michael must have heard him, but the look on his face showed he didn’t really believe the answer. But strapped into the stretcher like that, what could he do?

Then both Terry and Ian came and knelt either side of me, and with my Michael straining his neck muscles to see what they were about to do to me, they each took hold of an ankle and knee apiece, and eased my legs wide open. I slid forwards to the edge of the seat, and Roy who’d been holding my shoulders, now reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt up out of the way.

“For god’s sake! What are you doing to her?”

“Calm down reverend, just watch. The program is almost at the end of its cycle. If your little lady runs to form, she’ll be letting off steam any second now.”

I think Michael was either at a loss for words, or just realised what ever he said would be ignored, and he was powerless to prevent what was taking place. Whatever the case, he just kept silent and watched with the other three while I heaved and eventually began to squirt my love juices from my pulsing love hole.

As I began to come back to my normal self, the guilt poured back with a vengeance, knowing I’d just done that with Michael watching. But Michael was trying to make sense of it, and asking questions.

“Do you really expect me to believe that was necessary?”

“Well yes sir. I do. I can assure you there is no easier, simpler, or better way of relieving the muscle bruising your good lady has sustained. And yes like I said, you wouldn’t want to see her having to go through that kind of performance in public, but, you’re her husband, so I’m sure she will be no more embarrassed having you watching than she would with us medics.”

“I’m sorry, but as much as I appreciate your help in getting me down from the moors, and giving my foot the first aid treatment, I’m going to have to report everything I’ve seen you do to my wife, the second we arrive at the hospital.”

“I would expect nothing less sir. And I can assure you of our fullest cooperation. You can have a copy of the video footage we’ve taken, that shows exactly what has taken place during all the examinations your wife has undergone.”

“Video! What video?”

“Oh sorry, of course, I’d already explained to your good lady, but you wouldn’t know about that. Well it’s like this sir. Just to cover ourselves for instances like this one that has just cropped-up, we video each and every examination of any female patient, unless we have a female nurse present. That way, like I say, anything like this crops-up, when someone suspects misconduct, the video evidence is there to substantiate exactly what we did or didn’t do.”

“So you have that last little episode with my wife on video?”

“We sure do.”

“And what happens to all these videos you take?”

“We keep them in case of future accusations. I’ve got hundreds of them in my safe.”

“That sounds very dubious.”

“It’s a necessary precaution these days. You’re not the first husband to question a medical examination or treatment.”

Michael appeared to be slightly less agitated now, but I’m sure he wasn’t totally convinced.

“So you assure me there is absolutely no other way of helping my wife without using that thing inside her.”

“I didn’t say that, I said I believe that to be far the best way, there is a hand held stimulation rod. She’s about due to have another treatment, would you like me to try that this time instead.”

I could see Michael was completely at a loss to know what to believe, or what to do for the best.

“Shirley my dear, what do you think, are you happy to let them continue with this treatment?”

I, of course knew, that their whole pretence was just that, a total sham. And even though they might have saved my Michael using genuine medical knowledge; this so called treatment in progress was just a sexually motivated deception. But if I told Michael this, I thought it might just make things worse, so once again I lied.

“I I don’t really know, they appear to be genuine.”

“Well would you rather they try that other way he just mentioned, or are you ok with that thing doing that to you?”

I knew what ever way they chose to arouse me would be as bad as the next, but I was about to choose the other method, just to please Michael.

“If you think it might be less … oh god. Ohhhh yes. Ohhhhh…”

The vibration had resumed, and I was no longer able to communicate.

“Look my man; can’t you stop that thing for a minute?”

“I would, but I’m afraid it is important to keep to her regular massage timetable. Just then the camper-van stopped, we’d pulled into a deserted road-side car park. The driver Jamie joined the others in the back.

“Why have we stopped?” asked Michael.

“Cos I want to see this wife of yours performing. Getting you to the hospital is way down on my priority list,” answered Jamie. Ian chipped in.

“Anyway reverend, its maybe a good thing Jamie has joined us. What I mean is, all of us have some medical training, but Jamie here has specialist knowledge of the female side of things.”

Terry turned to Jamie, “Have you any particular treatment you think might be more suitable?”

“Well in my opinion, we’d be better to get her back onto the bed in the back. And I’ll get my box of gadgets.”

“There you are reverend, I knew Jamie would come up trumps. Ok lads; give me a hand to get the lovely lady back onto the bed.”

Now a lot of what happened next, and maybe some of what I’ve related already, I only found out some time later, from sitting looking at the video. Because during these arousals; I wasn’t really fully aware of what I, or anyone else was doing.

The three of them helped me back into the bedroom, carrying me on my back, with legs wide open, my hips still pumping up and down. As soon as I was laid out along the bed, Jamie said.

“It’ll be more sensible to strip her.”

With that, my legs were lifted, and they began to undo and take down my skirt.

“What are you doing that for?”

Called Michael from the other end of the van.

The three of them continued, ignoring Michael’s question. But once I was naked, Jamie walked down to where Michael was and knelt down beside him.

“I know all this must appear a bit unusual, but I assure you, it is necessary. If it’ll ease your mind, I’ll get them to take you down nearer to the bed and prop your stretcher up, so you can see exactly what we’re doing. Would you like that?”

Michael replied with a begrudging, “I guess so.”

Michael was brought down near the bed, and his stretcher propped up so he could see everything, and he was only a yard or so from the edge of the bed.

“There you are reverend, from there you’ll be able to see her little pussy squirting when she cums.”

“Come-on now Roy, lets be professional about this. It’s her vagina, and I’m sure the reverend has seen her orgasm many times.”

The look on Michael’s face was classic, he obviously had no idea what they meant by squirting. And I’m not sure he even knew women could have and orgasm. So he didn’t appear to know if he should be annoyed or pleased. Just at that moment, Jamie began to hand around various sex toys. Until this moment I’d never seen the like of these devices. And judging by Michaels face, neither had he.

But seeing them, in pink, gold and all manner of sparkly colours; it must have been so obvious to Michael; these could not have been any kind of medical apparatus. There was even imitation penises made of rubber or silicone, but these were monster size, at least ten inches long, and fat as small cucumbers. The men all had a selection of these toys, and with my Michael looking on, Jamie said.

“Right rev. I want you to watch your wife’s pussy very closely. As I pull this vibrating bulb out of her, it’ll drive her nuts, and her pussy is likely to give a squirt or two.”

Michael had now obviously come to the conclusion these men were just using me for their pleasure.

“Look here you charlatans, if you don’t stop this fiasco now, you’ll all be spending a long term behind bars.”

“Don’t be silly reverend. You know we’ve videoed everything we’ve done, and everything has been done with your wife’s consent. Now you just calm down, relax, and watch the show your little lady is about to put on.”

“I’ll make sure you all go to jail if it the last thing I do.”

“That’s up to you, but if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll tape your mouth shut, and stick you on the floor at the other end of the van.”

“Ok you’ve got the better of me now, and I’ll keep quiet; but mark my words, you’ll regret touching my wife.”

“Ok rev, so long as that’s your last word on the subject, you can stay and watch the show.”

“Ok boys, it show time! And Terry, make sure you keep panning back to get a close-up of her face, we want the people to know just how much the little slut is loving it.”

All this time while my Michael had been arguing, I’d been under the influence of this vibrating bulb, so by now I was well and truly thrusting my hips up and down. And my pussy as these men like to call it was also throbbing hard.

But Jamie was right when he said show time was about to start, because as soon as he began to pull on the wire, and that vibrating bud began its journey back out of my love tunnel, my body went wild. Thrashing up and down, with my pussy hole kind of bulging itself almost inside out and then contracting again. I could feel the bulb making its way along, and the nearer it got to my pussy lips, the more frenzied my trashing became.

As it appeared in the opening of my pussy, my pussy gave a massive spasm, spitting it out followed by lashings of sticky juices, which splashed around as my hips thrashed about. The three men were cheering, clapping and generally making rude but basically complimentary comments about my performance. But throughout the whole of my orgasmic display, Michael just watched in silence, his eyes out on stalks, as if he was looking in disbelief.

Now as I calmed down, Michael asked calmly.

“Right, now you’ve all had your fun, and humiliated both my wife and I, will you please let her get dressed and let us continue to the hospital?”

It was Ian who answered him.

“It’s like this reverend, you want taking to hospital. But the minute we get there, you say you’re going to report us for misconduct, and launch an inquiry into our treatment of your good lady. But one thing you haven’t done is ask your lady wife, if she feels our treatment has been improper or unnecessary.”

“What do you mean? You don’t for one second think my wife likes being abused in such a vulgar manner?”

“Before I answer that, did we rescue you from that rock face?”

“You know you did, but th…”

“But nothing, just answer my questions. Has any of the treatment you’ve received been improper?”

“No. I said before, I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me. But…”

“I said just answer the questions. Ok let’s ask Shirley. Well Shirley, did you hurt yourself in your crotch area?”

“You know I did. I fell onto the top rail of the big gate.”

“I know that, what I’m doing is explaining to your husband what the plain facts of your current situation are. Now, does the vibration stimulus device temporarily reduce the pain?”

“Yes, it takes it away completely, but it comes back again once the affects have worn off.”

“That was going to be my next question, but when it comes back is it worse or better than before?”

“Better, not so intense.”

“So each treatment reduces its severity.”

“It seams to.”

“So I think we can say what we are doing is helping you?”

“I suppose so.”

Then Michael interrupted, his patience had been pushed too far.

“Never mind all that nonsense, you can’t for one minute expect me to believe you’re doing that to my wife to make her feel better.”

“Nonsense is it? Are you so bigoted in your beliefs; that you don’t listen to what your own wife is telling you?”

“You’re just trying to cloud the issue with irrelevant rubbish.”

“But that’s just your opinion; it’s your wife who is suffering the pain, and it’s your wife who we are treating, so surely she should have a say in the matter? Come on Shirley, let’s hear your views. When we get to the hospital; would you prefer to have an investigation into your treatment, which would involve you being examined yet again by more doctors? Then a panel of experts looking at the videos of you undergoing the treatment we’ve administered. And finally you will have to sit in front of this panel of strangers to hear them give their decision. So do you think your husband should report us?”

I knew they were as Michael had said, just charlatans, but equally, no, maybe more weighted was Ian’s argument, I didn’t want the investigation and all that went with it. So, even with the knowledge that Michael would feel betrayed, I still sided with Ian.

“Please Michael; if they get going now, so you can get to hospital to get your foot seen-to; let’s just forget all that has happened here.”

Michael spoke up, but I could detect the anger and frustration in his voice.

“Ok. Ok. There was no need to have laboured the point; my wife was hardly going to say she wanted all that intrusive attention. But the fact still remains, I don’t believe what you’ve been doing to my wife was recognised medical treatment.”

“So now you’re the expert on the medical treatments used to treat women’s problems?”

“Of course not. But there’s no point in arguing, let’s just get going. The sooner we get to the hospital, the sooner we’ll see the back of you villains.”

“And we have your word as a man of god, that when we get you there, there will be no mention of your wife’s treatment?”

“Yes. You lot don’t deserve to get away with it. And I’m sure my wife is practicing her Christian beliefs, and forgiving those who trespass against her in a more resolute manner than I could ever do. But if she wishes to let this drop, then providing we get underway now, I will abide by her will.”

“Ok lads, looks like everybody’s happy, so let’s get the show on the road. Who’s gonna take the next turn at the wheel?”

“Ok, I’ll miss her next show,” answered Roy, as he got to his feet.

“What do you mean next show? There’s not going to be any more of that disgusting behaviour.”

Roy had ignored Michael’s protest, and was now in the driver’s seat, and within seconds the engine was running, and we were off.

Ian looked at Michael and said.

“Are you saying you want your wife to suffer the pain?”

“Don’t be so stupid, or is it that you think I’m stupid? If you are as you claim medically trained, you must have painkillers of some kind you can give her.”

“I see; you still think you’re an expert on the medical treatments used to treat women’s problems? Well Mr know-it-all; do you have any idea just how strong the dosage of a normal painkiller needs to be to subdue the vaginal nervous system?”

“Of course not.”

“I bet your good lady has. Ok Shirley, have you ever suffered period pains?”

I felt embarrassed about answering, and I began to blush.

“Come on love, it’s a common enough problem.”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever tried Aspirin or any other normal painkiller?”

“Yes, but they don’t really help.”

“There you are Rev. without me prompting her. I’d have to give her a dangerous dosage, to even dull the pain. It takes very specially developed blockers to do any good at all. And as we don’t carry that kind of drug, using your good lady’s natural pain blocker is obviously the safest and most sensible method. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Michael didn’t reply, he looked up at me, as if to ask my opinion. But by now, maybe prompted by all this talk about my pain, it had returned, and was making me feel very uncomfortable. Ian instantly picked-up on my distress.

“Can’t you see she’s in pain right now? She was due for more treatment ten minutes ago.”

Michael looked bewildered, as he asked.

“Are you ok my dear?”

“It’s hurting a little, but if you don’t think these men are behaving properly, then I’m prepared to suffer the pain until we get to the hospital. If it still as bad then, I’ll get the doctors there to examine me.”

“See. My wife doesn’t want you lecherous beasts anywhere near her.”

“You pompous self-indulgent ass! Can’t you see the pain she’s in, but for the sake of your pride, she’s prepared to suffer. And you like the spineless creature you are, are prepared to let her. If you were a real man, you’d ask her outright, which she’d prefer, pain or the minor embarrassment of our treatment.”

Michael again looked my way, and as he did, I felt a sudden twinge of pain. It must have showed on my face.

“Is it getting worse?”

Had I done that deliberately to push Michael into letting these men abuse me again? I knew these arousals were taking the hurt away, even if it was just because every fibre of my body was being stimulated with sexual hormones! And I guess I have to admit, I’d never before experienced pleasure like these men were giving me. But could I be using my minor injury to deceitfully manoeuvre Michael into a corner?

I replied, “A little.”

Ian butted in.

“Be a man, ask her.”

Michael looked first at Ian with a scowl on his face, and then turning to me, looking totally out of his depth.

“Well?”

“I’ll do what ever you want.”

“No dear. Maybe he’s right, perhaps I am being selfish, after all you’re the only one who knows just how painful it is.”

“I’m sorry Michael, but what they do to me does help.”

“There you are; I thought as much.”

Gibed Ian.

“Don’t gloat, just get on with it. And once you’ve treated her, you leave her alone until she asks you.”

Michael was still propped up, and I was sitting on the bed, still naked. Ian came and sat alongside me, and with his arm around my shoulder, he looked across at Michael.

“The old-man likes giving his orders, doesn’t he?”

I couldn’t side with Ian, so I just ignored his jibe.

“It’s like that is it? Ok, if you’re gonna get all high and mighty; let’s see how you get on without our help.”

I looked at him inquisitively, not knowing what he meant.

“Get on with it, there’s the box of toys, lets see what you can do?”

He expected me to use these sex toys on myself whilst they watched! I sat there petrified, but on looking at Michael, his facial expressions were egging me on, as if he preferred this to having these men doing it to me. But for me, this was ten times more embarrassing. At least while the men were abusing me, I had some kind of excuse that it was out of my control. I reached into the box and picked-up the first thing my fingers landed on, without even looking to see what it was. As my hand came out of the box, I could see I had a bright gold one, maybe just over an inch thick, and about seven or eight inches long. It was hard plastic, with a smooth surface, and a rounded end. I guessed it was supposed to be inserted into my love hole, or pussy as these men called it, to act as a substitute for a penis. Still in a sitting position, I parted my knees, exposing my pussy to the gaze of everyone. Then with my left hand, I used my fingers to open the folds of my pussy, as my right hand lowered this silly thing in between my thighs, and then slowly I moved it towards my hole. As I felt the end of it touch my skin, Ian spoke up.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

I stopped, both hands frozen into that humiliating position, while I looked across towards Ian.

“What?”

“Well my dear, its up to you, of course, but before I’d ever try to insert anything into such a lovely tight little pussy like yours, I’d always make sure it was fully aroused, and producing lots of that wonderful juice to lubricate it. Otherwise, it will hurt like hell. Oops, sorry vicar. I meant it will hurt like crazy, and could even tear your delicate pussy lining. And another small thing, you haven’t turned it on yet.”
“Turned it on?”

“The vibrator, its battery powered, and it’s called a vibrator, because when you turn it on it vibrates.”

I lifted this thing I now knew as a vibrator, up from in between my thighs, and looked all around it. Sure enough, on the flat end of it was a little switch. I slid it across, and almost dropped the bloody thing as it suddenly began to vibrate in my hand. I must have looked so silly; I didn’t know what to do with it, or where to put it.

“Ok Shirley, either you’re one hell of an actress, or you’re the most naive girl I’ve ever met.”

At this point he got to his feet, and stood in direct line of sight between me and Michael, preventing either of us seeing each other.

“You don’t like doing this by yourself, do you?”

Ian must have known that just having Michael looking whilst I answered was intimidating, and maybe could be affecting my response. I didn’t use words, but I shook my head to indicate ‘No’.

“Do you want us to arouse you like before?”

I nodded to indicate ‘Yes’, but my lips also mouthed the words silently with a ‘Please’ tagged onto it.

“Ok boys; let’s take this little lady to heaven.”

And as he moved to one side, so Michael and I once again could see each other.

“Oh by the way Shirley, I guess you’d better tell your hubby what your answers were, I don’t want him accusing us of doing anything against your will.”

“I’m sorry Michael; with all of you watching it’s just too embarrassing doing it to myself.”

“Don’t you apologise my dear. If these men were genuine, and those things were necessary, they’d have given you your privacy, and let you ease your own pain.”

“Are you serious? If we’d have done that, by now she’d be in unbearable agony. Its seems almost impossible to believe you two have been married for over six months, your poor little wife doesn’t have the first idea about foreplay.”

Michael looked completely confused, it was obviously the first time he’d heard the word. But I guess I must have looked just as silly, as I had no idea what Ian was talking about either.

“Come on then Shirley, are you ready?”

I looked at Michael, and mouthed the word sorry, then turning to Ian.

“Do you want me to lie back on the bed?”

“That’s what I call a good little girl. You lie back and try to relax. Ok boys, we’ll take it in turns, lets show her what each of these little toys can do for a girl.”

Terry replied first.

“Ok. I’ll start the ball rolling if you like; I’ll show her what the ‘Gold Finger’ can do.”

And with that he picked up the gold vibrator I’d just had in my hand. He turned it back on again, and kind of waved it around in front of my face, like he was holding a light sabre off star wars.

“Close your eyes my little one.”

I closed my eyes, and I felt him take hold of my right hand. He turned my palm uppermost, and stroked the vibrating toy across my palm. My body shook! All he’d done was to stroke my palm, and I’d suddenly gone hot all over and my tummy began to pound. He whispered into my ear so softly; with his lips almost touching my ear.

“Good girl.”

His hot breath on my ear was in-itself exciting, but hearing his words of encouragement just amplified the excitement.

He slowly moved the vibrator from my palm, over my wrist, up the inside of my arm. As I felt the sensations getting ever nearer my body, or to be more precise, approaching my breasts, my nipples began to tingle. His words were still falling on my ear, soft and gentle carried on his hot breath. But it wasn’t what he was saying that fuelled my desire; it was the occasional touch of his lips on my earlobe. Each touch sending such a vibrant pulse through my body, and each pulse exploded like a firework in the sky. But these explosions were deep inside my pussy, causing a spasm like thrust, as it pulsed open.

This heavenly trance was broken, not suddenly, but like someone had walked in on a dream, with a gradual reality creeping in and bringing me down to earth.

“Ok Terry, I think you’ve had your turn.”

At first I couldn’t understand what was happening, but as I heard Terry answer, my true situation came flooding back, and I realised it had been Ian who’d been talking.

“Ohh come on. I’ve hardly even touched her yet.”

“That’s as maybe, but look at her. Her cunt is pouting like Marilyn Munro’s lips on a photo shoot. Another minute and she’ll be squirting cum in all directions.”

Now there was a battle going on, not just the battle of words between Ian and Terry, but knowing the reality of my situation, my arousal had just deflated, like someone sticking a knife into a tyre. But as terry was determined to carry on with his stimulation, he’d now run the length of my arms, encircled my breast, and was caressing my right nipple with his ‘Gold Finger’ vibrator. And if my arousal was that tyre deflating through a knife hole, Terry was pumping air back in at such a rate, he was beginning to win.

“So lets all work on her at the same time.”

I think that was about the last of their conversation I was conscious of, and all of the rest of this arousal I can only describe from watching the subsequent video. Terry had continued with his ‘Gold finger’, but Ian had selected some kind of double probe. It had one large and one small part, both made of soft latex, and when turned on, the large one bent and moved in a gyratory motion, but the smaller one just vibrated. Ian used the vibrating part to first rub along my slit, but then he concentrated his stimulation at the very head of it, just below my bush. I now know this is my clitoris, but at the time, all I knew was this vibration was driving me crazy; I could hardly sense anything else anyone was doing to me. But after about thirty seconds or so, Ian turned his device, and allowed the gyrating probe to roam my now dripping wet slit. On about the second gyration, it just slipped into my pussy hole, and still gyrating, he drove it in deep. Looking at the video, it was almost like my pussy had opened up and grabbed it as it was passing, sucking it into some kind of trap. Then I began to sense the vibrations; coming from my bottom! The smaller of the probes had been pushed in, and was making its presence known.

But I hear you ask, what about the other man? Well Jamie had opted for a very life-like looking penis, well life like apart from its size that is. This was a good ten inches long, and so fat he was having difficulty working it in and out of my mouth. So they took me to heaven as they’d promised, and yes, Ian was almost right, once they all dived in using their selected toys on all parts of my body, within a minute or so I was writhing about, squirting my cum in all directions. They then sat to one side to wait for my re-entry back to earth’s reality. Gradually I came to my senses, and like before, the first feeling was one of absolute elation, such a high was better than anything I’d experienced before. But then on seeing my poor Michael’s face, the guilt hit me. But this time, I can’t remember feeling angry, I rather felt grateful to these men in a weird way.

Michael was first to speak.

“Are you finished now?”

I got up and went to where he was laid, his stretcher propped up so he’d been able to witness the whole thing, I knelt at his side, put my hand on his cheek.

“Oh Michael, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Don’t say any more. The sooner this is all over the better.”

I kissed his lips, but as my lips left his, he angrily snapped.

“Enough. We don’t want that kind of behaviour in front of these animals.”

“Sorry. I just…”

“Enough.”

I got to my feet feeling very dejected, knowing I’d upset Michael, I turned and walked back to the bed, picked up my skirt, stepped into it, and began to pull it up.

Ian spoke.

“You heartless sod. Was there any need to treat her like that? For gods sake man all she did was to kiss you. And it shows how much you care about her; you haven’t even asked her if her pain is any easier.”

“Why don’t you keep your nose out, you’re not worried about her feeling pain. All you animals are interested in is getting some kind of perverted sexual pleasure by abusing her.”

By now I had my bra and blouse back on, and all I needed was my knickers, which Ian had in his pocket. Being as our normal weekend expeditions are nothing like this one, I only bring two spare pairs. As I’d changed into my first spare after getting wet, and then with Ian’s help cum in them, the pair in his pocket was my only clean one. I caught Ian’s eye, and asked.

“Can I have my knickers please?”

He pulled them from his pocket, and handed them to me.

“I can’t see why you need to put them on; we’ll be upending you again in a few minutes.”

Michael gave Ian a look of death, but said nothing. Terry held up a latex penis, slightly smaller than the one Jamie had been using on my mouth. In fact, thinking back to when Terry was ramming his real penis into my mouth I’d guess this imitation one wouldn’t be far off being the same size. As he made some vulgar thrusting movements with it, he asked Michael.

“What’s wrong rev? Did you think that was her last show?”

“Please Ian, I’m begging you, can’t you let Michael out of that stretcher until we get to the hospital?”

“I’m sorry love, I explained earlier.”

“I know what you said, but surely, he doesn’t have to be trust down so tightly?”

Terry had unzipped his fly, and now had his erect penis in his hand as he asked.

“If we agreed to release him would you agree to a fuck?”

Michael almost choked as he spat out the words.

“You filthy animal! Shirley my dear, don’t even answer him.”

Ian looked at me, and then putting his arm around my shoulder.

“Come down here a minute.”

He walked me from the bedroom area, along towards the driving area, and stopped just behind the driver’s seat. The other two had followed, closing off the bedroom with Michael still in there. I was standing with my bottom pressed up against the sink unit, with the three men in a semi-circle facing me. Michael was protesting furiously in the bedroom, but it was only noise in the background, and we couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Ian asked.

“Well?”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You can hear Michael.”

“We don’t want to fuck Michael.”

“Please. You know I’ve let you do those things to me, please don’t ask me to do this?”

“Let us? What are you saying? It wasn’t to ease your pain?”

“Well yes it does, but you know I’m doing it to keep you from using that video.”

“And because you like the feeling it gives you?”

I felt my face get hot as I blushed bright red.

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

Terry butted in.

“Enough of this talking, tell her either she does it willingly, or we’ll fuck her anyway, and then post the video on the net.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Why not? All we need to do, is to get that cunt of yours pulsing again, and you’ll fuck like a good’n.”

“I I won’t let you touch me again.”

“You silly bitch, we can take you back there by force, and once we get you going, you’ll fuck without a struggle. Then we cut the video with one of your earlier performances, to show you giving consent, and bobs your uncle.”

Ian put his hand up to Terry’s mouth, and then said.

“Ok Shirley, we don’t need to go down that road do we?”

“You wouldn’t do that would you?”

“I’m trying to be nice, but you have to help me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what terry just said was right?”

“Which part?”

“Once you’re hot, you won’t care who is fucking you.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Why isn’t it true?”

“It makes me sound so, I don’t know, slutty or cheap.”

“Don’t be silly, it just means you’re normal. In fact, I’d go as far as to say, what I’ve seen of you so far, you’re special. Now I’ll ask again, do you think you’ll have the will to fight us off.”

I hung my head in shame, and whispered.

“No.”

“So cards on the table. You know we’re gonna fuck you either one way or the other?”

I nodded.

“Answer please, the camera is still running.”

I’d forgotten that bloody camera.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry my dear, but I want you to say the words.”

“Please don’t do this to me.”

“Do what.”

“Humiliate me like this. If you’re going to, you know, just do it. There’s no need to make me feel so dirty.”

“Ok, one question, and if you answer with the words I tell you, then we won’t ask you anything else. Can we fuck you? You answer, ‘I give you all my permission to have sexual intercourse with me’. Is that acceptable language for you?”

What he and terry had said was right, I knew that one way or another, all of these men would make love to me, but I just thought maybe I could use the fact they wanted my permission, to get Michael untied.

“I’ll agree, but there are conditions.”

Terry snapped.

“Fuck her conditions; let’s just get her on that bed.”

Ian came in calmly.

“Steady on there Terry. Let’s hear what she wants.”

“You have to release Michael.”

“No problem there, but we have to fuck you first. Otherwise he’ll be going berserk.”

I couldn’t believe it, he’d agreed instantly. Yes I know he just said they wouldn’t do it before they’d made love to me; but I could understand his reasoning on that. Now what else did I want? I racked my brain; the video, I wanted that back as soon as they’d finished, you know, loving me.

“Ok, but I have your word you will release him once you’ve all, you know?”

“You have it, is that all?”

“No, one more thing, once you’ve all finished, I want the video.”

“And then hubby can go to the police? Don’t be silly. You get the video once we’ve left the hospital, and we know he hasn’t called the police.”

I hadn’t thought that one through, I could see now that there was no way they dare let me have it before Michael had been admitted, and they knew we hadn’t made any complaints.

“So my dear, face the camera, and say the magic words. ‘I give you all my permission to have sexual intercourse with me’.”

“Before I do, promise me I can trust you?”

“You can trust us. We’ll give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

“Please don’t be like that.”

“If you didn’t think you could trust us, you wouldn’t even be considering this. Now let’s hear the magic words.”

“Ok. I’ll let you all have sex with me.”

Terry came in quickly.

“We’ve already had sex with you, you silly bitch. That’s what all that poking and touching was. What we want now is to fuck the arse off you.”

“Now terry, don’t get her frightened. Come on Shirley, I tried to make it easy, giving you the right words. But being as Terry has such a velvet tongue, and such a mastery of the English language, what is your answer to what he just said?”

Feeling very timid, and my mannerism showing it, I replied.

“I’m sorry, that was what I meant.”

“So to quote Terry, ‘What we want now is to fuck the arse off you’, can we?”

“Yes.”

“There we go lads, a nice consent given straight to camera.”

Jamie spoke, which was very unusual.

“It’s no good.”

Ian turned to him.

“What do you mean?”

“If she goes back on it, or the vicar gets upset, then they could say we frigged the video to make it look like she was agreeing. She has to say the words.”

Ian spoke in a frustrated tone.

“For fucks sake! Look Shirley, we’ll be hear all fucking day at this rate, just say the words, to keep them happy.”

Even I was ready to say anything to get this over with.

“I give you…”

Terry butted in.

“Fuck that! Say my words. You can all fuck the arse off me.”

Ian stepped in.

“There’s no need for that.”

“Well I say there is, who the fuck does she think she is anyway, she’s got a cunt, and like it or not, she fucks like any bitch.”

Ian looked at me, with eyes that almost pleaded.

“Just to keep him happy? Please.”

I plucked up all my courage, and could hardly believe my ears.

“You can all fuck my arse. I mean, oh god. I’ll let you all fuck the arse off me.”

Ian looked first at Terry, then Jamie.

“Now are you satisfied?”

Terry answered.

“Too fucking right we are, let’s get her into that bedroom.”

Ian looked at me, do you want us to move your old man down this end while we fuck you?”

“No, he’ll hear what you’re doing; I’ve somehow got to explain to him why I’m letting you. And then it’s up to him if he wants to see me or not.”

“The best idea, is tell him the truth, you’re doing it to save his job. What greater declaration of love can a girl give to a man than to fuck total strangers to save her husbands career?”

I didn’t answer, but I let him usher me with his arm around my shoulder, back into the bedroom compartment which the other two had already opened up. As Michael saw us coming back, he asked.

“Are you alright my dear, they haven’t touched you while they had you out there?”

“I’m alright, and no, they didn’t touch me. But I have something to tell you.”

Ian spoke.

“Are you sure, I’ll tell him for you, if you want.”

“Oh thank you. I’m sorry Michael, but please listen to everything Ian has to say before you judge me too harshly.”

I won’t repeat it all, but Ian explained to Michael what I’d just agreed to let them do and why. Michael listened, and his face grew blacker and blacker. By the time Ian had finished, and they re-played the camcorder back to Michael, showing him how I had given them permission, and letting him hear the words I’d used, Michael was close to tears. I knelt by his side cupped his face in my hands, and kissed him continuously. Ian put his hands on my shoulders, and eased me back away from Michael.

“Come on, you know that only upsets him more.”

As Ian was guiding me across to the bed, Terry was waving that false penis about, and he said.

“Let’s get her into action, and maybe once she’s in full swing, her old man might have perked up a bit, and want a go himself.”

I turned and gave him the most annoyed scowl I could muster.

He then turned to Jamie.

“Come on Jamie help me lift the vicar up onto the bed.”

I was already laid on the bed, and Ian had almost completely stripped me naked. They lifted my Michael’s stretcher up onto the bed, so he was now laid alongside me, Michael asked.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

They propped one end of his stretcher up slightly, turning it so it was tilted towards where I lay.”

“Ok Shirley; lets see you undo his flies, and get his dick out.”

“Please no. Do what you want to me, but please don’t humiliate him.”

“Humiliate him? I’m just gonna let him join in the action, he should be glad we’re not keeping you all to ourselves. Now just do as I say, before I get nasty.”

So I rolled up onto my hands and knees, and then knelt alongside Michael whilst I undid his belt and flies, and lifted his penis from his underpants. It lay there, not hard, but not completely soft. I was ready to lower my face down and start sucking on it, which was what I’d thought they wanted me to do. All I was waiting for were instructions from Ian. Then to my surprise.

“Ok Shirl, you can get yourself back over here now.”

Feeling very slightly disappointed, I did as instructed, and I was soon laid on my back alongside Michael.

“Right girl, what kind of reaction would you expect from that religious husband of yours when we start taking it in turns to work your pussy with all these sex toys, especially now it’s all out in the open, and everyone knows we’re just wanking you for our own pleasure?”

“Reaction! What do you mean?”

“Will he be disgusted, or turned-on?”

“Disgusted.”

“Ok, what about if we take it in turns to let you suck our dicks?”

“Definitely disgusted.”

“So you wouldn’t expect to see his dick get hard?”

“No. Never.”

“Be prepared for a shock then.”

And with that, all three of them began to strip off, and when they were all naked, they climbed on the bed, laying or kneeling around me. But my Michael still had an unobstructed view of what they were doing, and especially of my crotch area. They all selected their first toys, and began to stroke my body with them. Most of these implements were vibrating except for the double one which was bending in a gyratory motion.
Tense as I now was, within seconds of them re-starting, I could feel myself loosing control. The sensations were being generated in multiple locations around my body, but regardless where they were generated, they all headed for one area, and that rapidly began to throb.

“There you go reverend. Her cunt is beginning to react already, it’s like she’s begging for someone to fuck her.”

Michael didn’t reply, but he couldn’t resist looking, and I couldn’t resist looking to check-out his penis.

To my dismay, it had now lifted itself, and was stood to attention. But then I consoled myself; thinking, it’s only natural for any man seeing any woman’s love hole getting aroused. But he won’t feel the same when they begin to fuck my mouth, I bet it’ll go soft again, and he’ll get angry.

Well I was wrong, because whilst two of them kept up my stimulation, trying out every different toy they could lay their hands on, one of them, Ian I think was first; brought his penis up to my face. I didn’t attempt to shun him away, but like a back-street whore, I opened up my mouth, and began to suck. He was kneeling directly in front of my face, and was thrusting his hips as he held the back of my head.

They each took turns using my mouth, or more correctly my throat, and my poor Michael could do nothing but watch. As each of them moved back to resume their play-time with the sex toys, I got a few moments to look in Michael’s direction. And far from loosing his erection, his penis appeared to be getting bigger the more he watched these men abuse me.

“Ok boys, I think it’s about time the reverend got a little of the action, come-on Shirley love, lets help you over to hubby.”

Said Ian, as he and Terry helped me to my knees. They helped me to kneel astride my Michael’s hips, whilst they’d lowered the stretcher back to a position flat on the bed. Then they eased me down, and Michael’s erect penis slid right up inside me. As they let go of me, I began to thrust myself up and down his shaft, just as though I was on auto-pilot.

Ian took hold of my hips, and restrained my movement.

“Hold-on girl, you don’t start the bus until everyone is safely aboard.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but as I paused to find out, it was soon made clear. Ian was behind me, legs astride Michael, and lowering his big hard cock down to my bottom!

But as I’d had all manner of toys working both of my holes, when Ian’s cock pushed at my hole, my bottom opened, and up he slid. At the very same moment, Terry was pushing his cock into my mouth, and began to ram it hard into my throat. Then as Ian began stroking his cock in and out, I took-up the rhythm, and worked Michael’s cock in my pussy.

I have to admit, this was like a kind of dream sequence, somewhat surreal, and although I’d never admit it to Michael, the most wonderful feeling. We’d hardly been at it for a minute or more before I could detect Michael cuming. This was a real disappointment, because I knew in seconds his cock would go all soft, and slip out. I stopped my thrusting, and with my hands on terry’s hips, indicated to him to pause.

“What’s up has your old man shot his bolt already?” Asked terry, and not waiting for an answer, “come-on then, I’ll lay down and have your cunt, and you can try sucking his dick, see if you can get him back on-line again.”

I didn’t answer, but we were all soon re-arranged, Terry under me, Ian on top, me bent over Michael sucking his cock, and Jamie still using various sex toys to stimulate my breasts.

This session lasted for at least twenty minutes, with me having three orgasms, and them all changing places several times. Michael also came twice more. But the session was interrupted when the van came to a stop, and Roy made his way to the back.

“Ok boys, it’s only about fifteen minutes from the hospital, so one of you had better take the wheel and let me have my fuck.”

At the next change of positions, Terry said he’d take his turn at the wheel, and as soon as Roy was stripped, we re-commenced the action.

The van actually parked-up in the hospital car park, with them still pounding away in my every hole. Once they each shot their final load, they just got themselves cleaned-up and dressed. I had to first clean myself down, and then make Michael look respectable. And as he now was going to be transported into the hospital on the stretcher, he never was released as they’d promised.

“Ok reverend, this is how it’s going to work. Two of us will carry you into the hospital. Two will stay here with the video we’ve recorded. When we get into the hospital, you can explain about your fall, and how we rescued you, and administered first aid. If there is any hint of anything about your wife’s fall or injuries, or subsequent treatment, all the relevant video footage will be on DVD, and in the post to every person we can think of to make your wife’s life into a hell on earth. But if you do as you’re told, once we leave you here at the hospital, it will all be just a memory. And we’ll let your good lady witness us scrapping every bit of film we’ve taken. So do we have a deal?”

Michael looked at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Please Michael. Please do it. Even if it’s just for me. It’s all over now, so lets just put it all behind us.”

“You scoundrels don’t deserve to get away with it, but if Shirley wants to let it drop, then just think yourself lucky. Come-on get me into that hospital, the sooner I see the back of you lot the happier I’ll be.”

Ian and Terry carried the stretcher, and they were soon explaining to the duty nurse exactly what had happened, and what first aid they had administered. They accompanied the nurse and I to the cubicle, where they removed the straps that had held Michael so firmly to the stretcher.

Then, once Michael was transferred from the stretcher to the hospital trolley, both Ian and Terry left. I waited in the cubicle with Michael, and after about fifteen minutes, a doctor arrived at the cubicle and began to examine him. He made various remarks about how lucky we’d been to have had such first class medical help. And he said Michael could look forward to a speedy recovery without any complications, and this was a direct result of having had the correct treatment administered at the scene.

It was while I was with Michael, waiting for the nurse to take him up to the ward for what they said would probably only be an overnight stay, that a woman popped her head around the curtains.

“Excuse me; are you the vicar and his wife?”

“Yes. Can we help you?” I replied, Michael was actually dropping in and out of consciousness, I guess the pain-killers they’d given him were taking affect.

“My names Ann, I’m a reporter with the local news paper. I was in the A & E covering a vehicle accident, and I’ve just heard about your rescue. I was wondering, if you’d mind telling me all about it?”

“Oh no, I don’t think so. We’d like to just forget it. Thank you.”

“Oh. I am surprised. According to the doctor, your husband owes those mountain rescue men a very big debt of gratitude. I’d have thought being in the church, the very least you’d have wanted to do was to express that publicly.”

This now made me look very ungrateful, and Michael had just come back to being conscious, and was aware of someone talking, “What is it?”

“Oh hello Reverend, I was just explaining to your wife…”

She went on to explain to Michael, about what the doctor had said about us being indebted to those men. And how we were not the first people they’d helped. And, of course, they do all this work voluntarily, and just getting publicity once in a while helps bring in the necessary funds required for them to be able to keep up this good work.

The way she went on, if we’d have refused to cooperate with her story, it would have made us look like the most ungrateful of people. I thought I’d try side-stepping the issue, by making it more trouble than it was worth for her.

“Well we’d love to be of assistance, and of course, we endorse any kind of praise that you put their way, but as you can see, my husband will be going up to the wards as soon as they can find a bed for him, and I’d like to spend these last few moments alone with him before they take him. If you really need to see me, you can drive out to my house, we live about 20 miles from here.”

I’d expected that driving all that distance would put her off. But unfortunately for me, half way through me saying all that stuff, the nurse had returned, and she stood there listening until I’d finished.

“Oh it’s alright Mrs Grey (that is my married name), they’ve got a bed ready on the Albert ward, so the porter will be here any moment to take your husband up.”

Then she turned to the news-paper reporter.

“I can’t allow you to bring all of the rescue men in here, but being as it’s such a good cause, if you look sharp about it, you can bring one of them and get yourself a quick photo with the vicar and his wife before they take him up.”

Ann turned and was gone instantly, the nurse turn back to me,

“There you are, they’ll be able to get a photo of you and your husband before he goes up, and as they won’t allow you on the ward today, you’ll be able to go with the reporter, and give her the full story.”

So within seconds Ian was stood by the side of Michael’s trolley, with me alongside him, and his arm around my shoulder. Then I had just enough time to give Michael a quick kiss, and he was gone.

“I should think we could all go back to your Camper-van and tell Ann all about your morning’s misadventure.”

What could I say but, “Yes, let’s go.”

As we walked through the car park, Ian flanked me on one side, and Terry the other. On several occasions, I felt them patting my bottom as we walked along. Being as we had the reporter with us, I couldn’t make a fuss, for fear of alerting her to their activities.

Once in the van, we all sat around like old friends drinking tea that Roy had already made for us. I related to Ann the morning’s events, well some of them, obviously not the ones that took place with me and our so called rescuers in the van. She took several more photos of me with all four men, and when she had all the information she needed, she said she’d be on her way. Then she suddenly asked, “What about a photo of you all stood in front of your rescue vehicle?”

“Sorry love, no can do. We left it back on the moors, it was more important to get the injured man to hospital.”

“Well how are you getting back to collect your vehicle?”

“I guess we’ll call a taxi.”

“But that will cost a fortune to get a taxi to take you that distance.”

“Well we can’t walk it.”

I knew they were angling to get me to offer a lift, and then Ann looked me directly in the eye, “I’m sure Shirley wouldn’t see you having to fork-out your own money to get a taxi after saving her husband, especially when she’s got her own transport here.”

I really had no choice, “Of course not, I’d be glad to take them to collect their vehicle.”

“Well that’s mighty generous of you Shirley, but I insist one of us drives back there, that way you’ll only have half the driving to do,” responded Ian.

“Well I’ll say bye for now, and you can expect to see this article in Monday’s papers. Bye.”

We all said our goodbyes, and she went on her way leaving me alone with these four ‘Rescuers’. The door had hardly closed before Ian spoke up.

“Well my little Shirley it looks like we’ve got you all to ourselves for tonight and most of tomorrow morning.”

“Oh no! You promised that as soon as we got to the hospital, that was it. It would be all over.”

“Did I? Well maybe I lied. You told that reporter, that it was only your husband who was injured. So I guess you lied as well, and now we’re both even. But what ever. Are you going to tell Roy where you live, and give him directions?”

“Why would he need to know my address?”

“Because we couldn’t let you spend tonight all alone, that would be unforgivable. Just imagine if any prowlers broke in, with your husband not there to protect you, you could get raped or anything.”

“No. No way are you coming back to my house.”

“Don’t start that silliness again; we’ve got the video, so just be a good girl.”

It was obvious without him going into detail, that they had me where they wanted me, and I knew that I had to find some way to get them to let me have that video. Until I have that, I would be totally in their control.

“Look, you promised you’d let me have the video once we got to the hospital.”

“No, I promised I’d let you see me destroying the video, that’s not the same thing.”

“Ok, your splitting hairs, when are you going to destroy the video?”

Then before Ian answered, Terry butted in,

“I don’t know about us splitting hairs, but I’m about ready to split that little cunt of yours open again, and I guess we’ll need to split your hairy bush open to get at it.”

“See Shirley, the boys are getting horny again, and I bet that little cunt of yours is beginning to throb by now?”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“All this crude talk, you’re frightening me. You did promise.”

“Ok Shirley, don’t start acting like a school girl again. I guess it’s obvious you ain’t had much experience. But I’d thought most of that was an act, put on for the old man.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Wow! That’s a new one. Surely at your age, you know life isn’t fair? But it isn’t as if we’re gonna hurt you. Come-on Shirley my girl, once we get them knickers down, you’ll be right as rain again.”

I began to sob, I felt so humiliated, beaten and generally disappointed with mankind in general.

“Sorry girl, but putting on those crocodile tears won’t get you out of a fucking.”

“You… sniff. Just… sob. Don’t… sob. Care… I might as well be a piece of meat for all any of you worry.”

“Look girl, this has gone on long enough. All we’re gonna do is take you home, and have one last fuck. Then you can drive us out to get our vehicle, surely that isn’t too much to ask after what we’ve done for your old man?”

“Ok you heartless brutes, so long as you promise it’s just this one last time. I live at 34 Henry Street, Hamsworth South. Take the B45 when you get to the round-a-bout. You can take me home, and have your carnal pleasure, but I hope god strikes you all down with some kind of plague.”

“Ok Roy, lets get this little lady home, I’m sure once we get her juices flowing again, she’ll mellow a bit.”

“Are you gonna sit up front with Roy to make sure he knows which direction to go?”

“I suppose so.”

So the only words I spoke on the way home were directions to the driver Roy. And within thirty minutes, Roy was parking the van in the drive in front of my house. We all got out, and they followed me to my front door, and then we all went inside.

Once the doors were closed behind us, Terry said, “Which way to the kitchen? I’ll go and put a brew on.”

“Is that all you ever think about?” Asked Ian jokingly.

“No, but it’ll give me more energy for the next thing on the agenda.”

Then Ian said.

“If I was you, I’d ring around all your relatives, and anyone else that needs to know about Michael’s accident, like the vicar.”

This was the funny thing about these men, one minute they were kind and thoughtful, next they were uncaring monsters. In all this goings-on, I’d never even thought about ringing mine and Michael’s parents. But Ian was right; I had to make sure I talked to them before they read the papers. And yes the vicar would be expecting Michael at tomorrow’s service.

“Ok I won’t be long.” And as I went into the other room to ring around to everyone, Ian said.

“They’ll be a cup of tea ready when you’ve finished. Are you hungry, do you want one of us to go and get a take-away?”

“No thanks, just the tea will do, there’s biscuits in the top cupboard.”

I made my calls informing my parents, Michael’s parents, and the vicar, who said he’d get the congregation to say prayers for Michael at tomorrow’s service. Then when I returned to the front room, my tea was waiting for me. We all sat sipping our tea, and eating biscuits.

Then Jamie said.

“This is nice; it’s like an afternoon tea party with the vicar’s wife.”

All of them burst out laughing, and although I was at first annoyed, within seconds, my angry scowl broke into hilarious laughter. The whole room echoed with the noise we were making. I guess in my case it was just a release of nervous tension, and the infectious nature of their amusement.

“That’s a good girl, I’m glad you’re beginning to relax again,” said Ian.

“Look it’s been one really long day, and I’m totally exhausted. If you’re all going to, you know; make love to me. I guess I know I’ll have to let you. So let’s get on with it; you’ve still got to drive out to get your Land Rover, and I’ve still got to drive home.”

“Ok Boys. I think Shirley’s pussy has started throbbing again, and she can’t wait for us to give it another helping of cream.”

“Please don’t.”

“Look girl; just lighten-up a bit. You’re a big girl now, and no matter what your hubby has told you, I guarantee god won’t strike you down dead, just because you have a bit of fun, and use a bit of crude language.”

I didn’t answer, but as with a lot of other stuff this man had said, stuff that went directly against my own upbringing, I realised, maybe he was right. Well all the men were busy stripping, and so I started to take my own clothes off.

“That’s a good girl, once you’re naked, how about taking it in turns to sit on our knees, and just have a little kiss and cuddle, just to get you back into the mood?”

Once again, I didn’t actually answer, but as I dropped my knickers to the floor, I walk to where Ian was sat, and slid onto his knee. As I lay back into his arms, and our lips met, his hand began to fondle my breast, but it was other men, I don’t know which ones, that lifted my ankles apart, and one of them brought his face up in between my legs. If I had been nervous five minutes ago, my bodily reactions now didn’t show any signs of it.

My tongue was in and out of his mouth as was his with mine. My nipples were tingling, and that meant standing hard and proud. But the instant the man’s tongue had made contact with my pussy, I’d given him a pelvic thrust, and I felt my hole pound as it pushed itself almost inside out, inviting the tongue to taste inside. It wasn’t a conscious decision to let myself go and just get this over with, it was as if these men had wired me up to a battery, and now they’d just flicked the switch.

What took place for the next two hours is mainly a blur, I know they took me to heaven, and whilst there we must have gone on every ride and amusement that god had to offer. I can’t even tell you how many times I cum, but it was more than four. It was all videoed, and some days later, I did watch a little of the footage, but to be honest, every time I see myself being fucked on video, it just gets me wet again.

Well enough to say, I was well and truly fucked by all in all holes, and every imaginable position. And two hours later, I’d come back downstairs after having a shower, and we all sat around having a Chinese take-away. I ate like I’d not been fed for weeks, and I was even drinking the wine they’d poured out for me.

We all chatted, and most of the conversation was about the sexual event that had just taken place, and how good they thought I’d been. In fact all I got were compliments, about my body, performance, and my now relaxed attitude. I began to clear all the plates away, and Ian asked.

“Hey Shirley. What are you doing?”

“I’m just clearing up, and then when I’ve washed this lot, we can set off to get your Land Rover.”

“Don’t be silly, leave that lot until the morning; we’ll do them for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you didn’t think we were gonna go out this time of night, Come-on lets all get up to bed. I hope you’ve got a king-size.”
“Please no. If you want to have me again, that’s ok, but do it down here, not in Michael’s bed.”

With that his arm went around my shoulder, and as he walked me out of the room and towards the stairs, he said.

“Come-on girl, Michael’s bed, or up against the wall in a car park. Being fucked, is ‘being fucked’. And in my book; the more comfortable the location, the more enjoyable it is.”

Then as we were now climbing the stairs, his fingers found their way into the gusset of the new knickers I’d just put on, and he said.

“This little cunt of yours won’t even give a seconds thought to where it is; not once we start licking it.”

And although I hated the words spoke; once again, it was obvious he was right.

And as every other time before, once they got me stripped, and their hands began to roam my body, I just turned into a back street whore. Their fingers probed every orifice of my body, and tongues licked me from head to toe, whilst I sucked their cocks and swallowed every drop of cum they shot into my mouth. The pleasure was on a level that until this morning, my body never knew existed, let alone had ever experienced.

I can’t tell you in detail who did what or when, by this time it really didn’t matter to me anyway. I know they eventually turned off the lights, and I eventually got some sleep. Whilst sleeping my dreams were mostly about weird distortions of the previous days events, moving from one sexual encounter to another. How many of these were fuelled by actual activity whilst I slept, I have no idea. But I know, that when I awoke in the morning, it was in the middle of a dream of a sexual encounter, that as I awoke was actually happening to me.

By the morning, they were less active, and I was having individual sex with them. These morning sessions were very different, more loving, kissing and almost romantic. That is not to say that these sessions were all carried out in the missionary position, on the contrary, I was fucked in every conceivable contortion they could get my body into. I eventually realised two of the men had left my bed, and I now only had two men left.

These two carried on singly for some time, and eventually finished their mornings activities by giving me a very long double fucking, ending with all three of us cuming in unison. We lay in each others arms for a good fifteen minutes, and when I realised they were about sated, I said.

“I guess it’s about time we got up; we’ve still got to get back up to the moors to get your Land Rover back.”

“No need to worry about that, Jamie and Terry drew the short straws. They set off a couple of hours ago, it’s my guess they’ll be back before long. But it would be a good idea if you got up and started to rustle-up a nice breakfast for us. By the time you get it cooked, I’ll bet they’ll be back.”

So like the dutiful slave, up I got, had my shower, and then went downstairs. First job was to clean-up the mess from last night. So much for their ‘Don’t be silly, leave that lot until the morning; we’ll do them for you’. Then once that lot was sorted; it was a case of seeing what I could find in the cupboards, to feed four hungry men. Or to be honest; four hungry men, and one, ravenously hungry woman. Sex certainly gave me an appetite, but I’m ashamed to say, not just for food! My head was full of wondering, ideas like, ‘when Jamie and Terry get back, will they think they’ve missed out on their fair share of sex with me’. Or indeed, once all of them have been fed, will they want one-for-the-road, so to speak.

But these thoughts were not thoughts that frightened me, or thought to fill me with trepidation; these thoughts were stirring my dirtiest and most immoral cravings. I couldn’t understand what had taken place, I just felt like I had to get as much of this debauchery as I could in the time I had left before my husband returned home.

Ian had been right again, I just about had the breakfast prepared, when I heard the vehicles pulling into our drive. I untied my piny (pinafore), and pulled the string over my head, then dashed to the front door. Why I was so excited to see these two men return, I have no idea, but I stood in the open front doorway, to welcome them in.

“Come-on in, breakfast is almost ready.”

Then came the words my pussy wanted to hear.

“What? No time for a quick fuck first?”

My inner self might have been longing for those words, or at least the sentiment they carried. But hearing Jamie saying them out aloud on a bright Sunday morning, whilst only halfway along my front garden path, gave me a very sharp reality check. God! If any of my neighbours were in their gardens, what would they think!

My face turned bright red, and I backed rapidly into my hallway. Then as Jamie came into the house.

“Keep your voice down. What if any of my neighbours hear you?”

“Keep your knickers on Shirl; the old girl next door was too busy weeding her borders to listen to what I was saying.”

“Oh my god! She wasn’t out there when you said that was she?”

“I’ll tell you the answer to that; if you answer the question I asked when we walked down the path?”

“You’re a cheeky devil. But anyway, the answer is no. If I don’t get it dished-up now, it’ll all be burnt. So you’ll have to keep that thing of yours under control in your trousers until breakfast is over.”

We were in the kitchen by now, and I was busy trying to get the food from the frying pans onto the plates, but Jamie was making this difficult, by standing close up behind me, and letting his hands stroke all over my body. Admittedly on the outside of my clothes, but he had my whole body on fire. If it hadn’t been for Ian butting in and saying to Jamie,

“Hey Jamie! Cool it until we’ve been fed. Once we’ve eaten, they’ll be time to give her one last seeing to before we go,”

I was almost ready to just sling all the food I’d cooked across the kitchen, and let them all have me on the kitchen table.

The scene from ‘The Postman Always Rings Twice’ was going through my head at the time, and I was ready to take them all.

But as I say, seconds before I turned into an animal, Ian spoke, Jamie just went and took his place at the table, and I continued to dish out the food. The breakfast was non-eventful, but I noticed Jamie didn’t take long to clear his plate, and he then hovered behind me waiting for me to finish mine.

No sooner had I finished, before I was back on the floor of my living-room, naked, with all four men once again encouraging me to engage in the most licentious behaviour. But the most worrying part of the whole event was that I took little or no encouraging, and I know if they hadn’t wanted this last session with me, I’d have been so disappointed!

Well I wasn’t disappointed, because this last session, gave me three more orgasms, and my appetite for their spunk was not affected by the hearty breakfast I’d just consumed. And far from my pussy running out of cum with all this excessive use, it seemed that it was producing more cum now than it ever did before. They must have been contented, and I was left to finish my third orgasm writhing around on the floor by myself, whilst they got re-dressed.

As I came to my senses, Ian was calling to me, “It’s the phone, it might be important.”

Still naked, with a pool of sticky cum on the carpet in between my legs, I sat there and took hold of the phone receiver.

“Err. Hello.”

“Yes it’s me.”

“No nothing, just dashing around trying to get the place cleaned up.”

“Well if you want to. But there’s really no need, I’ll manage by myself.”

“Yes of course.”

“Ok then, I’ll see you in Half-an-hour.”

Then as I put the receiver back, “Shit! You lot had better get out of here. That was my mom and dad. They’re coming to give me a lift to the hospital to pick-up Michael, and I’ve got to get this place sorted before they see any evidence of you lot being here.”

“Well I guess we all knew it had to come to an end sooner or later. But I can tell you now; you fuck better than anyone we’ve ever had before. You are definitely, gonna take some beating. What say you lads?”

There was a general chorus of approval, and many individual endorsements of my sexual performance. Which stupidly as it sounds; in my own little way, I felt proud of. But I didn’t, of course, admit this to them.

They said their goodbyes, and left, whilst I ran around like a whirling dervish, trying to remove all evidence of their visit. I’d left the bedroom until last, knowing if I ran out of time, my parents would not see inside there. This was good thinking on my part, because I’d just finished downstairs when I heard their car pulling onto our gravel drive.

I opened the front door, and called down the path to mom who’d just got out of the car.

“Doors open. I’m just going up to get changed, be down in a minute.”

Then I dashed upstairs, and got changed. When I arrived downstairs, dad was impatient to get going, saying, “the car parking will all be gone if we arrive too late.”

So we were soon on our way, and after an hour-and-a-half of waiting for Michael to be discharged, we were back in dad’s car on our way back home with Michael.

During the afternoon and early evening Michael’s parents and the vicar all dropped in for a visit, so it wasn’t until eight in the evening when the last visitor left, that Michael and I were alone to talk in private.

As I walked back into the lounge where Michael was seated on the sofa, his first words were.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes dear, course I am. It’s you who has been hurt.”

“Never mind that! You know what I’m talking about. Those unspeakable animals. Did they keep to their word?”

Here come my lies again.

“Yes dear, they left me as soon as you’d gone into hospital.”

“But I thought you had to go with that news-paper reporter?”

“Yes, we did, but I mean as soon as she’d got her story.”

“Well how did they get their vehicle back?”

Shit! I’m getting myself even deeper. And I’m even starting to think with foul language, something I’ve never done in my life.

“Well I let them drop me off here, and then let them borrow our camper, to go and get their own vehicle.”

“And they didn’t touch you again?”

“No dear.”

“What about when they returned later to bring the camper back?”

“No darling, they just gave me the keys and left.”

“And the video, did you see them destroy it?”

Destroy it! I’d forgotten all about it! But what was the best thing to tell Michael?

“They showed me a video tape, and one of them stood on it, and crushed it into small pieces of plastic, and I put it in the waste bin.”

“We’d better get it out, and burn it. I don’t want any clever-dick to find it, and somehow play back the contents. Have you put anything else in the bin since?”

“It wasn’t our bin, we did it in the hospital car park yesterday, it’ll have been emptied by now.”

“Oh well, we’ll just have to hope it’s all over. Come here, let me have a cuddle.”

He had his cuddle, something he’d only rarely done before, and then he acted distinctly out of character. He lay me back into the sofa, and his kissing went from my lips, into my blouse, that he’d just ripped one of the button-holes on, with his impatience to get it open. He now had me laid back, and whilst he kissed and bit on my nipples, his hand was up under my skirt, and his fingers probing for my hole.

He’d never in all our time together, had his hand up my skirt, and as for groping in my knickers, this was unbelievable. For my part, I let him have access, opening my legs whenever I felt it was necessary. Before long, he had me laid full length along the sofa, one leg up over the sofa back, the other spread down onto the floor. He rolled himself clumsily in between my legs, his plaster coated ankle limiting his agility. But limiting him or not, it wasn’t going to stop him getting his now full erect dick up the side of the gusset of my knickers, and up my pussy.

It was now getting on for eight hours since my last fucking, and the second he’d started mauling my tits, my pussy had began to pulse, opening and closing rhythmically, to invite all cumers. He thrust towards me, and my pussy (I promise it wasn’t working under my instructions), thrust back against him. I was so wet with enthusiasm, that he rammed up to full depth in one thrust, without the slightest sign of resistance.

He continued with a frenzied humping, lasting maybe two or three minutes, before jerking his cum deep into my pussy. He lay there, obviously fully sated. But all he’d done for me was to wet my appetite. I lay still for a few seconds, and then began to ease myself from under him. As I did so, he just lay where I’d been, on his back, along the sofa.

I turned around, I was on my knees on the floor, and I began to lick his wet cock.

“What? What are you? Shirley please! Have you lost all sense of decency?”

As his hands came my way to try to push my head away, I intercepted them with mine. And although he might not have wanted this, his cock sure liked the idea. It was stiffening almost instantly, and his hands didn’t really have the determination his voice had shown. In reality, he could have overpowered me easily, but he didn’t. I soon had his cock back to a magnificent rock hard throbbing weapon. Maybe it wasn’t as big as any of my four ‘rescuers’, but it was here and they weren’t.

I climbed astride his hips, and lowered myself down onto him, this was good, now I’d got control of the pace, and being as he’d just shot one load of spunk, I knew this next fuck could last a lot longer. I lifted slow and long to get the full length of his member, ramming myself hard down onto him to get every inch up my pussy.

He had forgotten all about his protesting, and now just lay there taking his fucking like a man. Whereas, I began to ram myself harder and faster, showing him all the pleasures an obedient whore can bring to her master. This was my first simultaneous orgasm with my husband, and as he started cuming, my pussy began to clamp and then squirt in alternation. I was now on cloud nine, and I guess he’d gone soft and dropped out a while ago, but this didn’t stop me from writhing about.

But I guess what I’d thought was aimless spasms, were actually being controlled from somewhere deep in my sub-conscious. Because I’d somehow worked myself up and along his body, and spent the last few minutes writhing my dripping pussy all around his face. And when I came to my senses, I was squatted with my pussy hard over his nose and mouth, and I was almost stopping him breathing.

“What on earth! Shirley!”

“Oh god! Michael, I’m sorry. I never meant… oh please let me…”

I busily used my skirt to wipe down his face.

“I’m sorry Michael. Please. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I hope this isn’t going to be the way you’re going to start behaving from now on?”

“I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. I really am sorry.”

“Oh stop fussing. Get off me. I’ll get myself up and try to take a bath.”

“Let me help you.”

“I think you’ve done enough for one day. I’ll manage by myself.”

“But your ankle, you can’t get it wet.”

“I’ll hang it over the edge of the bath.”

“Please let me help you.”

“I think the best thing you can do is take a cold shower before you join me in bed.”

God! I had really screwed-up big time. I know he enjoyed the fucking I’d just given him, and god it was the best he’d ever given me. But I guess he knew, that whole fuck was a direct result of the lessons I’d been taught by them men, and his pride couldn’t handle it.

So he had his bath, and made his own way to bed. I took a shower; not as he’d instructed, ‘a cold shower’. But I’m sure even a cold shower wouldn’t have done anything to ease the throbbing in my pussy. This wasn’t a throbbing pain due to falling onto that gate. Or even a throbbing ache or soreness due to being fucked too many times. This was a want, a longing, no a need. I lay alongside him, motionless. Well almost, I dare not put my fingers where they wanted to go, or any other implement. But I knew by the feeling, that if the video camera had been getting a close-up of my pussy right now, it would see it bulging in and out, the hole opening and closing.

I had dreams of being fucked, but I’m sure that was all they were, just dreams. I awoke to the alarm clock, and got out of bed. Michael looked across the bed towards me, but didn’t speak.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“Don’t you ever mention that again. I’ll forget it just this once, and put it down to the trauma you’ve undergone this weekend. But I never want to see you behave like that again. And I never want to hear you ever speak about what you did. Is that clear?”

“Yes Michael. I’m sorry Michael. I promise…”

He stopped me mid sentence.

“Enough. You’ll be late for work. The vicar will be calling for me around nine, and I’ll be out until about four, so I’ll see you when you get home.”

I showered, and then dressed, and for the first time, I wore jeans to go to work, mainly to avoid anyone seeing the marks on my inner leg. Silly now I come to think of it, the marks were from about a couple of inches above my knee, right up to my crotch, all the way up my inner leg. So with the skirts I normally wore for work being fully flared, and always at least knee length, there wouldn’t have been much chance of anyone seeing the marks anyway.

But regardless, dressed in jeans and blouse, I said bye to Michael who was just getting up, and set off to work. As normal when I arrived, I opened up the farm shop, and turned on the bell. On the door jamb of the farm shop was a bell press, and there was also a rubber tube laid across the entrance to the farm yard. Both of these were connected to bells that were located in most of the buildings around the farm yard. So I’d know if any vehicles arrived; or if people call to the shop on foot, they could ring for attention using the push-button.

As customers only ever started coming in dribs and drabs until lunch time, and then again around four in the afternoon, the rest of the time I had various other tasks to get on with. Egg collecting being normally my first, so once the bell was turned on, I picked-up my egg collecting basket and went on my rounds.

I searched around all the places I knew they normally laid their stray eggs, ending up at the chickens own properly made roost. Then with my basket full to overflowing, I carefully made my way back to the shop. We’d had no customers while I’d been away, which was about normal for a Monday, so I then began to sort the eggs into their sizes.

I think it was around ten o’clock, when with all the eggs sorted; I took a walk into the potato shed. This was definitely not my favourite job. The potatoes were loaded by tractor into the first floor of this building, so from down here, the roof above my head was loaded with tons of potatoes. In the corner of this shed was a sack filling machine. This was old and like most things about this farm, due for replacement.

It was supposed to take the potatoes from above, into this big wooden box, and then through a chute, into the potato sack. The whole of this big wooden box was connected to a mechanical shaking device, which was driven by an electric motor. The chute had a closing flap that was operated manually with a very big long lever.

The theory was simple. First place an empty sack onto the chute, and wrap the metal retainer to hold it in place. Second, the motor needs to be turned on, so the big box vibrates, this not only keeps the potatoes from jamming, but helps to make the flap open easier. Next pull the lever, letting the potatoes into the sack. Then as the sack is filled, push the big lever back, stopping the potatoes.

But in practice, once this machine is left overnight, or worse still over a weekend, moving that lever is nigh on impossible. So there is a wooden beer crate stood on end by the side of the machine which you have to climb onto. Then leaning as far across the top of the machine as possible, and using the lump of wood that is always laid on top of the machine. You try to reach around behind the upper chute, and thump the lever pivot boss (well that’s what the farmer says it’s called; I just know it’s that lump of metal sticking out the other side of the machine).

So I approach this job knowing the first time I try to get that lever moving, I’m going to have a real struggle on my hands. I get a paper sack and attach it firmly to the chute, and then switch on the motor. The whole building starts to drone, and clouds of dust begin to float down from the timber boards that make the ceiling. I heave with all my weight against the lever, but as I expected, it doesn’t budge an inch.

So now for the dreaded ritual, I carefully climb onto the wooden crate, holding onto the side of the vibrating machine for support. I’ve done this hundreds of times before, but never before have I noticed the vibration being so intense. But I try to put that out of my mind, and I now lift my left leg across, placing my foot on the lever. Then I take hold of the lump of wood from the top of the machine, and holding it stretched out in front of me. I lean forwards onto the top of the machine, to attempt to get the pivot pin within my reach.

As my tummy presses against the machine, the vibrations start the same feelings generated by that device the men had inserted inside my pussy two days previous. Never before has this machine ever generated anything but feelings of sheer frustration and despair at my not being able to move the bloody lever. But now, before I’ve had chance to even strike out towards the pivot pin, my whole body is beginning to tingle.

I have to stand back, putting my leg back onto the box, but even the vibrations getting to me via my arms, which I’m using to balance with, are keeping this stimulation simmering. I decide it’s just my imagination, I must just have sex on the brain, all that is needed is a firm application of will-power. Ok, here goes!

I swing my leg back across to the lever, and lift myself up to my tip toes, and then slide myself as far as I can onto the top of the machine. Will-power or no will-power, my body lights-up with a glow, which emanates from deep in my crotch. My pussy is pulsing, my nipples are tingling, the bloody machine is driving my body out of control! And now to make things worse, my mind starts joining in the stimulation.

I guess you’re wondering what I mean by that. Well like I’ve said, this is not the first time I’ve been in this position. And I been perched up here bashing this lump of wood at the pivot pin for sometimes in excess of fifteen minutes. And on several of those occasions, either the farmer, one of his sons or one of his hired workers has suddenly appeared upon the box behind me. They have then lent across me, and tried to demonstrate where I should be hitting the machine.

Never in the past had I even given it a thought, that their leaning up against me, might be some kind of sexual turn-on for them (god! I must have been one green girl). And I’d never known or even considered that maybe these men might have been stood behind me for some time, looking up at my pathetic efforts. Whilst they viewed me with legs wide open, and them looking up from below.

But now, with the machine instructing my body to produce sexual hormones by the barrow load, my mind starts to wonder if maybe one of these men might be watching me. And maybe, he’ll have his cock in his hand, and be wanking it. And god forbid, any second now, he might jump up behind me, and … I turn my head, and standing there is Ian! How the fucking hell has he found me here?

He speaks, “Excuse me, I rang the bell.”

Now I realise it isn’t Ian at all, in fact its one of the men who lives in the local village, he’s a regular customer. I don’t know his surname, but I know him as Bob.

“Oh sorry Bob, it’s the noise of this bloody machine.”

I’d just sworn out aloud, in front of an almost stranger! What was happening to me? I clambered off the machine, and followed Bob back into the shop.

“Sorry about that, but that flipping machine has been giving me a lot of trouble this morning.”

But as I’m walking along, I can feel the wetness in my knickers, and I’m hoping that it hasn’t soaked through my jeans, meaning it would have been visible to Bob while I was on that machine back there.

“That’s alright Shirley love, I won’t tell. Even a vicar’s wife has to be allowed to swear once in a while. I guess you’re all on edge after your little adventure this weekend?”

God! What the hell does he know about what those men did with me?

“Adventure?”

“Yes, its all over the middle page of the news paper, looks like your husband put in a direct call to his boss for assistance, and you got a full mountain rescue crew. You were very lucky they chose the same spot as you, those fells can be treacherous in bad weather.”

“Oh yes, I see what you mean. But it was only a fractured ankle.”

“That’s the benefit of having professionals getting you down off the hills, if it had just been you or me assisting him, by the time we’d got him to the transport, his ankle could have been shattered.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. Anyway, what can I get you today?”

I served him with potatoes and half-a-dozen eggs, and he went happily on his way. And one good thing about talking with him, it had taken my mind completely off sex. So much so, my tummy felt quite calm, and all my pussy felt was wet and sticky. But not wanting a repetition of the machine induced orgasm, I decided I’d go in search of whoever was doing milking duties today, to ask for assistance.

So my first place to look was the milking parlour, but as I’d expected, by now all milking was long since finished, and the place was hosed down and silent. I called a few times, but nobody answered. Then I looked in the first building, this was the stables, a very large building made to accommodate at least thirty horses. But it now only had three mares, and one large stallion. Now again, I’d seen these horses hundreds of times before and never have they had any sexual effect on me. Although if I’m being really honest, the first time I ever saw a stallion with an aroused cock, I froze to the spot, and stared in disbelief. But that was many years ago now, and never have I fantasised about having sex with a horse, and in truth, I hadn’t even realised it was possible or something some women did.

But back to the present; as I looked around the door, the hind quarters of one of the mares was directly in line with where I stood. She was some five or six feet away, her tail high in the air, and her big pink pussy was pulsing, just like the men had mine doing yesterday. This simple natural farm-yard sight suddenly re-kindled my throbbing pussy. But instead of turning around and walking out, I stupidly walked the few paces along towards the stallions stall, to see if he had picked-up on the signals she was sending. Picked-up on them! Although from his stall he had no way of seeing her, her scent must have delivered her message. That magnificent cock was stretched out so long, it only just missed sweeping the cobbled floor as it kept lunging forwards and upwards, swinging back and forth with a vapour trail of steam following it.

I dashed out of there, as if the horse was about to take a hold of me, and stood at the outside of the door, trembling. It took a few seconds to pull myself together, and then I continue to the next building. But by now, my tummy was simmering, and I knew it would take very little to get me aroused again. I went from building to building, calling out in each one, but I got no response from anyone. Then when I had searched just about every building, and was about to make my way back to the shop, my attention was taken by the farm dogs. I know I hadn’t mentioned that we had dogs on this farm, but that is because, after you’ve worked here some time, you don’t even notice them.

How many dogs there are on this farm I don’t know, as most of the fitter ones, normally either chase the tractors as they go off to the fields, or get a ride with one or other of the drivers in the cabs. The ones left around the yard are usually the older less fit, or young inexperienced ones. Well this is what had caught my attention, one of last years pups, a small mongrel bitch now about eighteen months old, was being fucked by and old black Labrador. I guessed it was her first time in season, as her comparative human age would be around ten or twelve. And the Labrador was a good nine years old, which would make him fifty plus.

I must have seen the farm dogs mating several times before, and I’d normally just turn my head and ignore them. But this time, it fascinated me, to watch how what was really the equivalent of a little girl, could stand her ground, while this Labrador twice her size, the equivalent of a big man with an enormous cock, pounded away at her. How long I stood there in a trance, just watching and getting more worked-up, I’m not sure. But the old dog had her at least three times, each time his knot preventing him from uncoupling. But my attention was suddenly broken by the cacophony of bells ringing in the various buildings, and announcing the arrival of a car into the yard.

I turned and made my way smartly towards the shop door, watching the car pull-up alongside one of the buildings, and thinking to myself, ‘don’t recognise the car, must be just a stranger passing through the village’. Then as the man got out of his car, it maybe took a second or two for it to click, but I had seen him before, and his return was far from welcome. It must have been four months ago, and last time, his car was a magnificent Bentley.

But even if the car was different, this was the same man who had come into the shop and asked for a tray of eggs, and a sack of potatoes. Now I know I can lift the sacks of potatoes, and usually do if the customer is a lady. But even if I do venture to lift a sack for most male customers, they invariably offer to carry it themselves.

Now I’m not saying he wasn’t welcome back because he didn’t offer to carry his own potatoes, although at the time I did think that very un-gentlemanly. But what he did was to carry his tray of eggs out to his car, leaving me to carry the heavy sack. He placed the eggs in his open boot (Trunk), at the very back of the floor space. Then as I approached carrying this heavy sack he said.

“Oh, make sure you get them right up to the front, I don’t want them rolling against my eggs.”

His car was a big old Bentley, and the rear lip of the boot was very high. As I reached the back, I had to strain to get the sack over this rim, and then try to reach deep into his boot, leaning in with my feet almost leaving the ground. Not even thinking about him trying anything, I naturally had my legs parted to aid balance whilst lifting, and being a warm spring day, my skirt, though long, was made of thin material, and fully flared. All of a sudden I felt his hand ram under my crotch, and he gripped me tightly. I struggled, but in that position, he lifted, and my legs were left flailing in mid-air. I screamed out, but with my head buried deep inside his boot, and a deserted farmyard, it was pointless. As it was, another car arrived, and he had to let go of me.

When I got out of his boot I was so embarrassed, and blushing quite red. Stupidly, my first concern was to try to compose myself before the customer that had just arrived, noticed anything had happened. So with just a few words from me in the form of a scolding, the man got into his car and drove away. I had said if I ever saw him again I’d phone the police, but this all happened about a month before my marriage, so that was about four months ago now. And up until now, he hadn’t returned.

I was stood in the doorway, watching him, as he strode towards me, brazen as you like.

“Ah Ha. I knew it was you.”

“What do you want? I told you never to come here again.”

“What on earth do you mean? It’s a shop isn’t it?”

“It might be, but it’s not open to you. You can get back in your car and go before I call the police.”

“What ever for my dear?”

“Don’t come the innocent with me; you know what you did last time you were here.”

“Oh that. Surely you can’t still be upset over that. I was only giving you a bit of a lift, to make sure you got the jolly old spuds past the eggs without breaking them.”

“I don’t care what you say you were doing, if you don’t go now, I’m ringing the police.”

“Well my dear, you be my guest. But I don’t think they’ll be very amused when they get out here, to find an innocent old gent like me who only wants to buy a few eggs.”

With that he just sidestepped past me, and waltzed into the shop as cool as you like. I walked over to the phone, and picked up the receiver, but it was obvious, I wasn’t going to ring 999. And even as I thumbed through the phone book, looking for the number for the local police station, I began to realise I wouldn’t have any idea what to say to them. I put the phone back down.

“Ok. Tell me what you want, and then I can get you out of here.”

“Shirley. That’s a nice name.”

“Where on earth, who told you my name?”

“It was in the paper, Shirley Grey. The wife of Reverend Michael Grey. I never knew that soft little pussy I had a hold of last time was a vicar’s wife’s pussy.”

“Look stop your foul talk now, and go!”

“But you haven’t served me yet.”

“Ok then, what do you want?”

He held his right arm towards me, his palm uppermost, in a cupping kind of shape.

“What I’d really like is a nice tender juicy piece of meat that would just fit into the palm of this hand.”

And as he spoke, he was opening and closing his fingers in the same kind of gripping manner he’d taken hold of me last time he was here.

“You dirty old sod,” and with that I strode up to him, and took hold of his wrist, and began to pull him towards the door, “come-on, I want you out of here now. There’s no way I’m serving you.”

I thought using direct action would take him by surprise, and even with my slight build, I’d hoped to be able to get him to leave. But he just swung me around and overbalanced me onto the stack of potato sacks. As I went down on my back, he followed, falling face down on top of me. One of his hands gathered up both of my wrists, whilst his other went into my crotch. At this point, the jeans were my saviour, meaning his groping fingers were not able to make contact with my flesh.

So whilst he groped, and was now struggling to unleash the belt in my jeans, I screamed and kicked with all my might. It was obvious in seconds, that shouting wouldn’t bring help, so I tried talking to him.

“Look you bastard. I might not have phoned the police last time, but if your hand goes inside my jeans, I’m phoning them for sure.”

This distracted his concentration off the job he had in hand only slightly, undoing my belt that was, but didn’t stop him.

“Are you telling me it’s not worth a little feel, to stop your husband seeing the video you made this weekend?”

I froze, my kicking stopped, and he just looked me in the face.

“Ah! So I’ve got your attention.”

“What video?”

“A video made by some mountain rescue men.”

“Look pack-up undoing my belt; tell me what you know about a video.”

He stopped undoing my belt, and knelt up a bit to talk to me.

“Ian Parker is an old mate of mine. He’s been doing this mountain rescue scam for a good five years now.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“No not yet. But he’s fucked everyone he’s helped down so far, and vicar’s wife or not, I’m betting you rode his cock like an obedient little whore.”

“Even if that was true, why should I let you touch me?”

“Do you want your hubby to know his wife is a slut?”

“Shows how much you know. My husband knows what they did to me.”

That was a stupid thing to tell him.

“So, they got the reverend in on the action, god that’s even better. So you want the whole parish to wake-up tomorrow morning, to find photo’s of you having a gang-bang. I’m sure the bishop will recommend your Michael for a promotion, sharing his wife with all cumers. Very Christian attitude. Anyway, do I need to struggle with this belt, or are you going to undo it for me?”
That bloody video was going to haunt me for the rest of my life, how many more people knew of its existence? I couldn’t see that I had any way out of this, but I tried one last bluff.

“Your so called friends did attempt to abuse me. But my husband thwarted them.”

“Don’t give me that crap. If they’d struck-out, they’d have been down the clubhouse on Saturday night drowning their sorrows. As it was, they all sat there in that picture with you that the news paper printed, with their thumbs held up high. That wasn’t a meaningless gesture; it was a sign by each man to say ‘this one has had my cock up her’.”

So bluff wasn’t going to work, force was useless, so I thought negotiation was my best option.

“Look, even if I was going to let you do anything, it’s far too risky in here.”

“I’m prepared to take the risk. Now stop gabbing, and get your belt undone.”

So much for trying to negotiate, he had me cornered, and knew it. He’d loosed my wrists, and I began to unbuckle my belt. Then I pulled the press-stud open. I’d just taken hold of the zipper when, ’saved by the bell’. It rang aloud, making us both jump.

“Shit. Don’t think this means you’ll get off scot-free. I’ll wait around until they go.”

I got to my feet, straightened myself up, and was ready as Mrs Kelly walked in the door.

“Ah Shirley my dear, how’s Michael. I read all about it in the paper this morning. Oh sorry sir, I didn’t know she was already serving someone.”

“Oh never mind me, I’ll be a while yet, I’m just looking. You carry on.”

“Oh in that case, I’ll have…”

She went on to go through what she wanted, all the time making general chit-chat mainly about what she’d read in the paper, and then I helped her out to her car with all the stuff she’d bought. Just as she was driving out of the yard, I saw Peter, one of the farmer’s sons, going into the stable. I called, but he was out of earshot. As I looked back to the shop the old bastard was standing in the doorway looking at me, and beckoning me towards him.

I turned, and ran, as fast as my legs would carry me, I sensed he was giving pursuit, but I didn’t try to look. As I crashed into the stable door, and it burst open, the old man, took hold of my wrist and pulled me back. All I’d needed was a couple more seconds to get through the door.

“Got ya! Thought you could out run me? You wait…”

“You alright Shirl? Is this man bothering you?”

The old sod had dropped my wrist, like it was on fire, and he now stood a couple of paces back. This was going to be a fine balancing act, if I got this man a beating (which is what he deserved, and I would like to have seen), he’d no doubt punish me with a disclosure of the contents of that video. But at very least, I wanted to prevent him from doing anything to me.

“Its ok Peter, he was just going.”

Peter reached across, and as his hand took hold of the shoulder of the man’s coat, he dragged the man towards him, stopping with the man’s face inches from his own. The man looked like he’d messed himself; the look on his face was justice in full measure.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but if Shirley doesn’t want me to feed you to the pigs, then think yourself lucky. But if I even see that car of yours so much as drive past our farm, you’d better start praying. Now get gone before I change my mind.”

If I thought I ran down the farm yard quickly to get to Peter, then the speed this man ran back made my pace look like walking. He forgot anything about manly pride, he ran like a scolded cat, without looking back or making any comments. It was such a satisfying sight, but I hoped I wouldn’t live to regret it. Then as I turned back to Peter, I saw him in a very different light than I’d ever done before. He stood there like a Greek Adonis, stripped to the waist (this was normal in the hot weather), chest muscles rippling.

“Shirley? Are you alright?”

“What? Oh yes. Sorry, I was miles away. Oh Peter thank you for what you did.”

“Did he touch you? You should have let me sort him out.”

“No he didn’t touch me; he was just getting a bit pushy. I was maybe making mountains out of mole hills.”

“If he ever comes near here again you just tell us, it don’t need to be me, dad or our Jimmy, or the other two. We’ll rip his balls off. Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“That’s ok, I know what you mean. But thanks anyway.”

“Ok I’ll let you get back to the shop.”

“Are you busy?”

“Always busy, but if you want me, I’ll make time for you.”

“It’s that machine again.”

“God Shirley. I sometime think you only come and ask for help, so you can get me in that dark shed with you.”

I obviously blushed.

“Don’t say that,” I said, but he could tell it was only a half-hearted reprimand.

He began to walk me slowly back up the yard; I was on his right-hand side, and he’d placed his arm loosely around my back, with his big hand resting on my right hip.

“Well I swear every time I get to it. One whack, and its working.”

As we walked, his hand was slipping lower.

“But you can hit it harder than me.”

I reached behind me, took hold of his hand, and eased it back up onto my hip.

“It don’t take any forcing, so long as you hit it properly. I guess I’ll have to try to show you again.”

His hand had now slipped again, and was cupping the right cheek of my bottom.

“I’d rather you just whacked it for me,” and as I took hold of his hand and lifted it once more, “And you can keep that hand under control, you’re almost as bad as the old sod you just scared away.”

“Aw, don’t say that, I was only larking about because I’ve never seen you wearing jeans before.”

With that he pulled away from me, and gave me one of those disappointed school boy looks.

“Oh come-on you big softy, you know I’m not angry with you. I can take a joke, but you know I’m a married woman, and if anyone had seen you.”

“So I’m forgiven?”

“Of course you are.”

With that he swung his arm back around me, and as he said.

“Come-on then lets get that machine of yours sorted.”

He planted his hand firmly around the right cheek of my bottom again.

“Peter!”

“Don’t get excited, no one is going to see me in here.”

And, of course, we were now inside the shop building, so what he said was correct.

“That’s not the point.”

With a lot of meaningless chat back and forth, he walked me the length of the shop, and into the potato shed, with his hand going from one cheek to the other. And once or twice, a crafty stroke in between the two!

Well we were now stood by the dreaded machine, and although I’d been fighting him off, and mildly scolding him for his over amorous attention, this attention had my pussy throbbing wildly in my knickers. As he turned on the motor, the dust once again began to descend in clouds through the rays of sunlight that were managing to penetrate the black and filthy windows. The building was droning with the vibration. Talking wasn’t possible, it was shouting and hand signals from now on.

Well the first hand signal was him ushering me to climb up onto the box. I tried shouting back, “But I thought you were going to do it to save time.”

“What?”

“I thought you were going to do it to save time.”

“What?”

“I thought you were going…”

I gave up; he was obviously playing silly buggers, and pretending not to hear me. So, as I placed one foot up onto the box, and took hold of the side of the machine, the vibrations going through my arms started taking effect. I only paused for a second, to take stock of my feelings, when I felt his hand under my crotch, assisting me to lift my bottom hence right leg up onto the box.

Before I had chance to turn around and give him any kind of reprimand, he was up there on the box with me, his massive torso towering above me. He lent across, and lifted my left ankle, and placed it onto the big lever, then as he brought his hand back, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, as if to say are you ok like that. I nodded, to indicate I was, and he lent across the machine, above me, but his chest was pushing me hard in contact with the machine, and leaning me forwards.

He started pointing, and as he placed the big lump of wood in my hand, it was obvious he was trying to show me where to hit with it. As I’d said, I’d been shown hundreds of times; I just couldn’t make it move. But the wood now slipped from my grip, dropping onto the top of the machine. He picked it up again, but offer it to me as much as he might; my arms were like limp wet rags dangling from my shoulders. My pussy was and inferno of blazing desire and muscular action.

As it pulsed violently, I’m sure it had drawn every drop of strength from all other parts of my body. It was only Peter pushing hard up against my bottom, that prevented me slipping into a heap on the floor. Peter was now beginning to realise something was wrong, and that I couldn’t do anything with his lump of wood. But the lump in his trousers, that I could feel pushing hard into the crack of my bottom, now that was something I could use right now.

But he, of course, wasn’t aware he had a wanton slut in his power. He still was looking on this as a very naughty game he was playing with the vicar’s wife, and probably wondering if he was going to get away with how far he’d gone already. My body was being attacked from all angles, the machines vibration, Peter’s manly bodily contact, and my own desire. But the one that brought my orgasm to a climax was my vivid imagination.

I could feel him ripping the crotch of my jeans, and then pushing his mighty cock deep up inside me. Then as he rammed hard, lifting me right up off the box, I felt his warm spunk inside me. This was the signal my body needed; my pussy started its contractions, and spasmic squirting. At this point I drifted off from reality, into a world of ecstasy.

I came to my senses some minutes later, and I was laid on my back, legs parted. Peter was sat alongside me, and as soon as he saw I’d come to my senses, he said.

“Oh thank god! That frightened me. I thought you were having some kind of fit. Are you ok?”

I immediately began to flail my fists at Peter, raining down a torrent of blows against his face and upper body.

“You bastard! How could you. I trusted you, and thought you were my friend.”

He just sat there looking gob-smacked, and not attempting to defend himself, either verbally, or physically from the blows I was inflicting.

The bell rang, and the expression on Peter’s face, looked like he was now the underdog in a fight, who was being ’saved by the bell’. He sprang to his feet, and without a word, he was gone, closing the door behind him. I looked down to my crotch, and stared in disbelief. I had to check with my hands. But it was only now, I realised, my jeans were intact. The crotch hadn’t been ripped. They were soaking wet, for at least six inches down the inside of each leg, but I hadn’t been penetrated.

So now I began to feel really guilty, I’d imagined him fucking me, and orgasmed almost in his arms. I guess he’d had to stop me from falling, and lifted me down. But neither my blouse nor jeans showed any signs that anyone had attempted to make any kind of entry. I’d let loose with a tirade of abuse and even physically assaulted him. But he was guilty of nothing more than trying to show me how to get the machine working, even if he was using slightly dubious methods. But these methods were the ones he and all of the other men on the farm had used before, and I’d never even thought them wrong, let alone worried about them.

And worse than any of this was my performance, humping the machine, and collapsing into his arms. And then I can only assume writhing around with legs open whilst I moaned in ecstasy. Now he was out there serving the customers I was paid to serve, after I’d beaten him with all my might, for no reason at all. I dreaded him coming back, and I sat there, legs now closed, watching the door.

It opened, and he just pushed his head around it.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh Peter, what can I say? Come here. I’m so sorry.”

By the time he’d taken two steps into the shed, I had dashed across to intercept him. I reached my hands up high, placing them on the back of his neck, and attempting to pull him down to my face. He at first wondered what was going on, but realised it wasn’t another abusive outburst, and let his face meet mine. I smothered his face with kisses.

“Enough. Shirley enough. What’s happening to you?”

“Oh peter I’m so sorry. I can’t explain. I’ve been so wicked. Please promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“Enough Shirley, come and sit down. Tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Oh god Peter. I feel so ashamed.”

“You mean your cuming like that?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry. You must think I’m disgusting.”

“Can I tell you what I really think?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that, do you really want to know what I think about you doing that?”

“I’m not sure I do. But, if you’re already thinking whatever it is, I guess I’d be better off knowing what it is.”

“Well, and I don’t mean to be rude to your old man, sorry, I mean the vicar. But if a girl is that highly strung, it’s a sign she isn’t getting enough. It don’t matter if you’re talking women, bitches, mares, or any other animal. It’s either not regular enough, or the equipment he’s using ain’t big enough to do the job.”

I was stunned, and at a loss for words, I just sat there looking into his eyes. Peter broke the silence.

“Well, am I right?”

“I I it’s not that simple.”

“Shirley love, I’ve worked this farm all my life. I know you’ve got an education, but some things in life don’t need a degree to workout. I know it don’t sound romantic, and you ladies don’t like being compared to dogs. But a bitch on heat is a bitch on heat, and we both know, that orgasm you just had ain’t gonna stop your craving. So which is it, the vicar isn’t servicing you regular enough, or he ain’t got the right tool for the job?”

“I really don’t think we should be talking like this. Please, I’m so sorry I went berserk at you earlier, that was very wrong of me. And I’m sorry I embarrassed you and humiliated myself. But my private life with my husband is just that, private. I’m going to have to go home to get changed, I’ll understand if you tell me you don’t want me to come back.”

“It’s up to you, if you want to take the rest of the day off, then you stop at home and rest.”

“No, I didn’t mean take the rest of the day off, I meant if you felt you didn’t want me to work here any more.”

“What? You mean you want to leave us?”

“Well no, I behaved unforgivably. I thought the other way around; you might want to sack me.”

“Don’t talk like a pudding, sack you never. Given half a chance, I’d give you the fucking you need, but less said about that the better.”

“Please Peter; you frighten me when you talk like that.”

“Ok girl don’t fret, I’ll not touch you unless you ask me to. And, we’d not sack you just because your husband isn’t doing his job properly. You get off home, and if you feel ok, come straight back, otherwise, we’ll see you in the morning.”

I dashed towards him, and gave him a big kiss on his forehead.

“Thank-you. I really do owe you a lot.”

I was soon in my car on my way home, all the way thinking about his simple analysis of my condition. Could he be right? It couldn’t be the need for a regular fucking; I’d had more this weekend than most women get in a lifetime. That only left the size of Michael’s cock! Well I was now at home, and I had a quick shower. Then I did something totally out of character, I took a big cardboard box from the bottom of my wardrobe. I started spreading the packets, boxes and loose garments all around our bed; so that I could see them all, and choose which one I wanted to wear.

What are these garments, where did I get them, and why are they in my wardrobe? My brother is two years older than me, and for some reason, our family piety, skipped him totally. He was going around with girls whilst he was still at school, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he hadn’t lost his virginity before he’d left. Well from my sixteenth birthday, the first day of legal sex in the UK, and on every subsequent birthday, he bought me sexy underwear. It had gone on right through my uni years, and continued to this day. So much so, even my parents used to think of it as a harmless family joke.

But I only ever wore knickers and bras that were functional and covered up properly. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be pretty, but never skimpy or frivolous. So I had this big box full of unopened lingerie of all kinds and colours. Now for some reason I couldn’t explain, either to myself, or to anyone else if they’d asked, I was sorting through them. I selected a very pretty white lace bra and panties set.

I put them on, and stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, turning from side to side. My public hair was untouched, and grew quite wild, so it was visible on either side of the lace material. The cut of the panties meant my legs looked longer than I’d ever seen them.

“Yes. That’ll do.”

There was nobody else in the room, but I still said the words out aloud, maybe just to convince myself I was actually doing this.

I put on one of my normal flared skirts, and cotton blouse, and then I was ready. Oh hang on, I looked around, found a second bra and panties set, just as skimpy, another skirt and also a blouse, and put them all into a bag as spares. Well you never know. I then put all the underwear back into the box, and the box back into the wardrobe.

So looking no different to normal, but definitely feeling like a tart at the very least, I set off in my car, with a spare set of clothing, just in case. I arrived back at the farm at about one o’clock, normally our busiest time. But in all my years working there, I’d never seen the place so crowded. I couldn’t even get my car into the yard; I had to park with some of the other customers cars out in the lane.

As I walked into the shop Peter called,

“I’m glad to see you.”

The next two hours were mayhem, even people who didn’t know me, but who just knew that I worked at this farm had come along to buy food, but mainly to get the full story first hand. It was like being a kind of minor celebrity. When the rush eventually dwindled, Peter said.

“Dad’ll be pleased. By my reckoning; we’ve about doubled our takings today.”

“Don’t suppose you can push the old man over the edge again next weekend?”

“Peter!”

I scolded, as I pushed him away with my open palm on his shoulder,

“That’s wicked.”

Even though, I have to admit I had a slight smile on my face at the same time.

“Whelll. You can’t blame me. Trades picked-up and I’ve never seen you looking so… Well you know, vivacious and beaming. It’s like one of those tricks they play when the twin sister turns up for work.”

“Am I really different?”

“Are you kidding me? Today is the first time I’ve ever seen you in jeans. Then there was that other thing. And now, them panties.”

“Panties, what do you mean?”

“You’ve never worn skimpy knickers like them before.”

“How on earth do you know what my knickers look like?”

“You really don’t know?”

“No. I’m not wearing a short skirt, and I haven’t climbed any ladders.”

“But the material of your skirt is so thin, and when you bend down it clings to you, showing the outline of your knickers. And then when you pass the open doorway and you’re silhouetted against the sun, it is the most glorious site.”

“And just because the underwear I’ve got on is different to the style I normally wear, you think that means I’ve changed in some way?”

“No. Not just the underwear.”

“Well what else?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m being rude.”

“Go on say it.”

“You’re on heat.”

I coloured up instantly,

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s true.”
“That’s not really a nice thing to say.”

“I said you’d think I was being rude, but I’m not. You are on heat, even if you are the vicar’s wife.”

“What makes you think that about me?”

“I smelt it first thing this morning, down by the stables. At first I thought I’d caught a whiff of the mare, she’s begging for it. But then I noticed it was a different scent. Its no wonder that old man tried to feel you up this morning, I bet you were driving him wild.”

I felt so humiliated, he could smell me! And to make me feel worse, every word he said was true.

“I don’t know what to say, I had a shower before I came back to work.”

“Do you really think if I chucked a bucket of water at the mares arse, the old stallion would loose interest?”

I didn’t answer.

“No, of course he wouldn’t. She wants it, and until she’s had it, her fanny will be sending invitations to anyone who’s interested. Now you may be fussier than her, but until you let someone ease that aching for you, you’ll be sending signals to every man with a pair of working bollocks.”

“What can I do?”

Suddenly the bloody bell started ringing.

“You can serve them for a start. I think you’ve done more than enough to screw my day up.”

And with that he stormed off out of the shop. I served the lady that had just arrived, and two more before I was once again alone in the shop, and unoccupied. At this point, I knew my next task should be back to the potatoes, but I felt I couldn’t pluck up the courage to face Peter. So I went into the potato shed by myself.

I looked all around and found a long wooden pole, and then after turning the motor on, I got as far over to the right of the machine as possible, and began poking and prodding the pivot pin. But being as there was nobody pushing the lever at the same time, it had no effect. I had to make up my mind what to do next. Option one, was climb onto the machine and get aroused, and probably still not succeed in getting it working. Two, I could find Peter, and maybe go through a repeat of my earlier humiliation. Or three, which would still require finding Peter, but then try to persuade him to start the machine for me.

The last of these three options was my preferred choice, so off I went looking for him. As the last place I’d seen him was the stables, that is where I headed first. As I approached the building; I could hear animal noises coming from within. There were snorting sounds, hooves clacking on the stone floor, and lots of very hard panting and kind of wet squelching. I kind of knew before I got up to the door, what I was about to see when I got inside.

As I opened the door, my premonition had been correct. I stood there in the open doorway, watching the big stallion ramming that two foot long monster cock up inside the mare. She was tethered to a post, and had no way of avoiding his onslaught, not that I think she would have done, even if let loose.

“Come in if you’re coming, and get the bloody door shut.”

And as Peter said this, he pulled me by my wrist, and with his other hand he pulled the door shut behind me.

“Come back here out of his reach, he’s too busy seeing to her to worry about who he tramples under him.”

As he was saying this to me, he pulled me back up against himself, as he stood to the side of the mating animals, with his back against the wall. He held me tightly to him with his hand on my tummy, and I immediately felt his cock hardening, as it lay in the crevice of my bum. This hand was big, and the fingers long, the ends of them forming a semi-circle that encircled my bushy mound. I was sure he must be able to detect the turmoil that was going on in my tummy, as my arousal once again began to build.

I watched in amazement, as the stallion pumped his cum deep into her, and then his enormous cock just flopped out, followed by a gallon of cum that gushed from her pussy.

“Good lad. Good lad. That’ll keep her happy for a while.”

As he spoke, he pulled me back to the wall, and he sidestepped past me, and took hold of the stallion’s reigns. He led him back to his stall, and then did the same with the mare.

As he approached where I was still stood against the wall, he put both his hands above me on the wall, and pushed his hips forwards, bringing his bulging trousers into contact with my lower tummy.

“Well?”

“Please Peter.”

“Please what? Please give me the same.”

“No, please. I’m married.”

“But you want it.”

“Don’t do this to me, I’m begging you.”

He launched himself off the wall, turned away from me, picked up a bucket from the floor, and flung it at the end wall of the stable.

It hit the wall and ricocheted around the floor making a deafening clatter.

“Peter; please don’t be angry.”

“Angry? I’m past angry. You fucking stand there, your pussy begging to be fucked. You’ve got my cock rock hard, and my balls about to burst. If you didn’t want fucking, why the fucking hell after what we talked about earlier, did you come down here where you knew I’d be?”

“I I Came to ask you to help me.”

“But you know I told you you’re driving me crazy, for gods sake, I’m only human. And after telling me this morning how much you owed me, you come down here, rub your rump onto my cock, and then say, ‘OH please don’t, I’m married’. Well married or not, getting me so worked up and then just walking away. Surely that can’t be Christian behaviour?”

I felt so guilty, I knew he was at least partly right, I was to blame for getting him so worked up, but even though I felt guilty, I couldn’t voluntarily let him fuck me.

“I’m sorry but I’m…”

He didn’t let me finish.

“Married. Yes I fucking know that. But ten minutes in the back of the empty stall is all I want. I’ll start your fucking machine and even bag the bloody spuds for you, just give me ten minutes.”

“If I come into the stall, and relieve you, would that be good enough?”

“Relieve me? What the fuck does that mean? A blow job?”

“Well I was thinking of just using my hands.”

“But if I say a blow job is what is needed. Will you do it?”

“I guess so. But you have to promise this is the one and only time you ever ask me. And you won’t breathe a word to anyone, not your brother, dad or anyone.”

“I promise I won’t breathe a word, but I can’t promise not to get turned on by you again. That’s up to you. You’ve got to get yourself sorted out, and stop begging for it, then I’ll not bother you.”

“Do we have to do it in here?”

“Why? Where do you want to do it?”

“I don’t know. It just seams so; I don’t’ know, kinda’ smelly, and unromantic.”

“What you want romance now?”

“Please Peter, don’t be coarse. This really is a big thing for me. If I do this for you, I’ll be going against everything I’ve ever believed in. And that includes breaking my marriage vows.”

“Ok Shirley. If it’s so important to you, you tell me where you want us to go. My bed room, or in that potato shed with you up against the machine?”

“No forget it. It doesn’t matter, I just thought…”

“What about if I take you up into the roof of the hay barn? We won’t get disturbed up there. And from up there, you’ll get a view and a lovely cool breeze?”

“Ok, I suppose that’s as good as anywhere.”

Next second the bloody bell rang again.

“Shit!”

“Now Shirley, I’ve never heard you swear like you’re doing today. Just go and serve them, and I’ll be waiting for you in the barn.”

I walked up the yard, my pussy throbbing wildly, and these panties not really wide or thick enough to soak-up the juices it was producing. It was a lady customer, and as I’d expected she didn’t want to buy much, it was more just a gossip she wanted. I cut her as short as I dare without being rude, and then I walked briskly through the yard, and across to the barn.

By the time I got there, I was almost breaking into a trot, and as I walked in through the big open doors, Peter appeared from out of the shadows, and took me up into his arms. He carried me with one arm around my back, and his other under my knees. He clambered from hay bale to bale, and in seconds he was walking along the flat top of the stack, right up high in the roof.

As he lowered me to my feet and stood behind me, he asked.

“Well, was I right about the view?”

“Oh Peter, it’s wonderful up here.”

Then as I turned around, he was stood there naked, his cock in his hand, big and animalistic. He lowered himself back into a sitting position, taking hold of my hand, and pulling me down with him. Then he lay flat on his back, and with me knelt at his side, he put one of his big hands on the back of my neck, and directed my head down to his cock.

I didn’t fight it; I just let him kind of lead me. As his big bell end approached my lips, I opened my mouth. God was this cock big. I slid my mouth over it, gliding up and down his length, and within seconds he was probing my throat. My body was again in flames, and as I felt his hands undoing my blouse and then bra, I knew things would only get more intense. As my bra dangled loose, his hands roughly mauled my breasts, and plucked at my nipples. As before, no matter where the stimulation is generated, it all sends its concentrated exhilaration down into my pussy.

Just as I was beginning to think my nipples were about to burst, I realised his hands had now moved on, and were applying the attention elsewhere. At first I wondered where or what they were doing, then as I felt my skirt coming over my hips, and down my legs to meet my knees on the hay, I almost tried to stop him. But as I began to lift my head, a hand pulled it back firmly onto his cock, and his thrusting was attempting to ram it into my throat. But a cock that fat could only just enter my throat an inch at most.

And while my attention was concentrating on the cock trying to fill my throat, he single-handedly lifted me by my tummy out of my skirt, and lowered me back down on top of himself. As my knees landed one to his left side, and one on his chest, I instinctively lifted the one from his chest, and spread myself astride his head. It only took one swift tug with his fingers to pull the gusset of these scanty panties to one side, and then he had my pussy within his reach.

As his tongue made contact with my pussy, I heaved myself down onto him, and he latched onto my pussy, sucking and licking for all he was worth. So here we were, me humping as hard as I could, with him gripping my hips, and his head going up and down with me. Whilst at the other end, he was humping like crazy, and try as I might to take his cock into my throat, the force of it was pushing my head back and forth like the head on a rag doll.

This action was very short-lived, and in no more than three or four minutes, he was cuming in a series of jerks into my throat. I never got the chance to taste his cum; it was injected straight into my stomach. But I had not yet reached the point of orgasm; maybe it was the initial fear that had delayed my build-up, or just him being so worked up, he’d cum prematurely. But as his cock softened in my mouth, I tasted his cum as it slid out over my tongue and from my lips. He immediately turned me over, so he was now on top, and his face buried itself into my pussy. So, even though he’d had his satisfaction, he was still working my pussy, to bring me to mine.

I remember thinking how wonderful it would be if my Michael did this for me, instead of just rolling over once he’d shot his cum. I had my legs stretched as wide as I could manage, not because he was pulling them, but because I wanted him to be able to get his tongue as deep as possible. Then without warning, he turned around, and he was now facing up towards me, his head still down in between my legs. But now his hands took hold of my legs under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them right up alongside my body, lifting my bottom up for his tongue to excite.

At first I kind of thought it slightly improper, but as soon as his licking started, it re-kindled the feelings the fingering and licking Ian had given me a few days ago. As he licked and poked his tongue up my bottom, I could feel my pussy pulsing wildly. It wanted filling, and it wanted it badly. Then Peter let go of my legs, and I let them fall splayed open.

He lowered himself on top of me, his face above my tits, and he began to suck from one nipple to the other and back. My hips were giving the spasmodic heaving, as the pulses drove down to my pussy. I felt the big head of his cock sliding along my pussy slit, and it slipped up over my mound and lay on my tummy. He pressed himself down onto me. Then lifted his weight back off. As his weight came off I heaved my pussy up past the end of his cock, and heaved down. It slipped along my slit, going in the opposite direction to last time. As it reached my hole, my pussy almost swallowed it in one gulp.

Then as he thrust, I felt my pussy walls stretching wide, but the stretching kept going right up deep inside me. It was like it was inflating my tummy, and he didn’t back-off until his balls crashed into my crotch.

“Oh yes! Peter fuck me! Oh god I love you. Fuck it. Yes deep. Oh peter more.”

Well I guess you’ve heard the kind of silly things we girls say when we are enjoying a good fucking, and I guess I said them all, and not just in a quiet voice. I won’t say I was screaming at the top of my voice, but I was certainly making a fair old noise.

As my arousal got more intense, so did my vocalisation and physical response to the brutish shafting he was giving my pussy. The harder he pounded me, the greater the intensity of my arousal. As he fucked my pussy; his mouth was not just nibbling gently on my nipples, but was now biting and pulling. This rough treatment was driving me wild. I was now in my world of ecstasy where reality and imagination begin to mingle and mix into an indistinguishable illusion.

With the heat of the day, and all this exertion, both our bodies were sweating profusely, and my eyes had long since closed to avoid the stinging perspiration. My hair was stuck to my wet face, and I’d guess I looked a mess. His pace changed, he now eased his cock in a slow long thrusting, using every inch of his massive shaft to penetrate deep into my pussy. Still fucking me long and deliberately, I felt his fingers gently combing my locks of hair from my face, and uncovering my forehead. He gently wiped across it removing the sweaty beads, and began to kiss it. From my forehead, his kisses floated across my cheeks, and caressed my lips as he nuzzled into the nape of my neck.

How could this man be so wonderful, one minute fucking me so powerfully; like he was the big black stallion I watched earlier in the stable. The next, caressing my face and hair, and kissing me so gently. Then back to an animalistic ravishing of my tits, ripping at my nipples. This contrasting stimulation was driving me totally wild. Then I heard Peter’s voice, and even in my trancelike state, when I heard Brian answer, I began to realise something was not as I’d thought. And from Peter’s questions, I guess he’d only just realised as well.

“Brian, what are you doing?”

“I’m just warming up and waiting my turn.”

“No just go, before she realises you’re here.”

“Don’t be so fucking silly. You’re getting your share, I want mine.”

I opened my eyes to find Brian’s face directly in front of mine.

“Ah, so you aren’t asleep.”

And with that he planted a kiss on my lips, preventing me from answering him.

Peter had almost stopped, and was propping himself up on his hands.

“Look Brian. Just fuckoff. I’ve only just got her going, if you start fucking about, she’ll go off the boil, and neither of us’ll get a fuck.”

“Well don’t let her then, you get back to ramming her cunt, and I’ll keep her face occupied.”

I tried to have my say.

“Please Peter, Brian no. Don’t do this to me.”

“Stop your bleating woman, once he gets his cock back up your cunt, you’ll soon start begging for more.”

And as he said that he brought his big fat cock up to my lips, preventing me from protesting, and Peter just re-started ramming me. And even though I at first wanted to protest, Brian was right, within a few penetrations of Peter’s wonderful cock, I was riding him hard, and sucking Brian. It wasn’t too long before I detected Peters jerking motion, and I knew he was pumping his cum deep up inside me. But being as my arousal had been almost halted by the surprise arrival of Brian, I didn’t manage to cum with him.

But that wasn’t to say I’d gone off the boil completely, on the contrary, I was well and truly on my way to an orgasm. So as he moved over, and Brian moved into position, I showed no sign of resistance. Brian gripped my waist, and his cock touched my pussy lips, I heaved myself onto him. As he rammed himself deep up inside me, I heard him say to Peter in a smug voice.

“See brother, I told you the bitch would fuck for both of us. You didn’t think you’d got something special I hadn’t got did you?”

Peter didn’t answer Brian, but knelt down by my head, and caressed my forehead.

“You’ll be ok Shirl; it’ll not do you any harm, just go with him.”

I didn’t answer; I was too busy fucking Brian. It was like I didn’t want Brian to think he’d got the better of me. I wanted him to know he wasn’t fucking me; but that I was fucking him.

“Fuck me harder. Come on. Fuck me. Harder. Come on fuck me like Peter.”

That was the spark that set-off the fireworks. I guess I knew what I’d said, and why, and Brian reacted violently. He fucked me like he was trying to smash down a brick building with a jack hammer, crashing his balls into my crotch. But I just heaved hard to meet him, deliberately giving as good as I got, not wanting him to think he’d got the better of me.

Well when he began to cum, my pussy went crazy, gripping his cock and then squirting cum out in alternating spasms. He pumped his cum up me for a good half minute, but I carried on long after he pulled out. When I came to my normal senses, Peter was first to ask.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes. A bit week and wobbly, but I’m ok.”

“Sorry about Brian, I guess you made a bit more noise than I expected you to. I really thought we’d be safe up here. But I’m sure he’ll keep our secret, and you got the good seeing-to I said you needed.”

Well that was one thing he got right, I certainly got a good seeing-to, just these two men on their own, have satisfied me more than all four of those mountain rescue men did during any of their sessions over the weekend. And I can tell you something else; both of them are like the continental Lager they advertise on TV, they reached parts of me, that nobody else has ever reached. So although my original intention was to just satisfy Peter; to re-pay his kindness and maybe keep him from getting over amorous, they’d now satisfied that aching that had been deep inside my pussy since Michael left me unfulfilled last night.

Although I hadn’t planned for this to happen, I couldn’t lay the blame for what had just happened at Peter’s door. I realise now part of Peter’s analysis of my condition must be fairly accurate, and it was me who allowed the situation to get out of control, even if it wasn’t intentional.

Peter had pulled his trousers back on, but Brian was still flat-out on his back, his big soft cock laid across the tops of his legs. I began to use handfuls of the soft hay to wipe myself down in preparation to putting my skirt and blouse back on again. Through all the fucking I’d just received, my panties had stopped on, with just the narrow gusset pulled to one side. I straightened them up, and reached for my bra. Then with panties and bra sorted, I got to my feet, and walked over to where my skirt had been thrown.

Brian looked across.

“Ok Shirley. What was all that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. Little miss prim and proper, the only girl over twenty in the whole of Yorkshire who walked down the isle as a virgin. And as far as we could see still gave every sign of still being one some three months after being wed. And now you’re taking cock and using brothel-talk as crudely as any pro you’d find in a dockside pub in Hull.”
“It’s just clicked, is this change something to do with what happened to you this weekend,” asked Peter.

“Why? What happened to her this weekend?”

“Her Michael fell down a rock face on Saturday, and he had to be brought down by rescue men in a stretcher. So while he spent Saturday night in hospital, I guess Shirley was on her own.”

“Come-on then Shirley, tell us what happened,” said Brian.

“Nothing happened, Michael fell, and these men went up and rescued him. That’s all.”

“Now Shirley, we’ve both known you for a lot of years now, and even if Brian was a bit crude with his summing-up, you have to admit he was pretty damn accurate. I knew you were on heat, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand why. It must have been something to do with what happened this weekend; you weren’t like this last week.”

“Please, don’t keep going on. I can’t tell you. And please, I’m begging you; don’t breathe a word about what we’ve just been doing to anyone.”

“You know we wouldn’t tell a sole, would we Pete?”

“She knows that. But if you only tell us what’s happened, maybe we could do something to help you. But if you want to keep it to yourself, that’s your choice. But next time you’re on heat don’t leave it so long, no need to feel embarrassed, just tip us the wink.”

“Oh no, it won’t happen again, I feel so ashamed.”

“Don’t be silly, as Pete said don’t leave it so long next time, you never know who will take advantage. At least with us, you know we’ll keep your secret.”

“Ok, thank you. But I really don’t think it’ll happen again. Now by the sound of the bells in the yard, I think we must have a queue of customers a mile long.”

“Well I promised I’d bag some spuds, so I’d better get on and do some, or dad’ll wonder what our Shirley has been playing at all day. And if the number of customers is anything like it was at dinnertime, you’d better help Shirley to serve them.”

“Well I guess that’s not much to ask in return for the fucking she just gave me.”

“Come-on Brian, there’s no need to make her feel uncomfortable.”

“I guess your right, sorry shirl; I didn’t mean that nasty like.”

With my head bowed down in shame, I replied.

“No Brian, I’m the one who should be ashamed. You were right; I did go a bit wild.”

He lifted my chin with his outstretched fingers, and planted a soft kiss on my lips, and said.

“Never mind who fucked who, thank you love. That was the best I’ve ever known.”

Then as he walked away, Peter walked up, and lifted my chin in the same manner, and his kiss was longer, and more intense, we even mingled tongues.

“Thank you. He wasn’t exaggerating, you are exceptional.”

Well with that, we left the barn, at first, with one of them either side of me, arms around my back, and both of them with hands on my bottom. I felt such an inner glow, not just as a result of the fucking, but enhanced by their wonderful comments. Then as we left the barn, and walked out into the yard, as I’d expected from the number of times I’d heard the bell ringing, there was a yard full of cars. So they let me walk ahead lest anyone should see then getting too familiar. But all the way back up to the farm shop I could feel their eyes burning into my bottom as they watched my every footstep intently.

When I arrived at the shop doorway, there was a queue of customers waiting. We all three started to serve them, but as the queue began to shorten, Peter went into the potato shed and began the bagging, so his dad wouldn’t wonder what I’d been doing all day. Brian and I carried on serving, and the customers kept coming. I’m sure we served as many in this one day as I’d normally serve in a week. And I’m also sure, Brian brushed himself up against my bottom deliberately as he passed behind me, more times than I could count. Nothing came of any of these fleeting caresses, and I don’t think any of the customers noticed anything, but my pussy sure did.

Five o’clock, which was Finishing time, came and went, and we still had customers arriving. As I knew the farmer Mr Holmes would want to take advantage of this, I phoned Michael and let him know I’d be late home, and then carried on serving. Mr Holmes (his first name was Brian the same as his son, but I always called him Mr Holmes) arrived back in the yard around six thirty, and by now we were down to only one or two people to serve. He was amazed to see me still here, and when he looked at the till receipts, his smile was almost ear to ear.

He left me to serve the last few people while he talked to Brian. While I was serving, I could hear Brian telling him all about my weekend (or at least the version that had been printed in the paper), and about how my being in the paper had boosted trade. Then Peter came in from the potato shed to join them, and as all three of them left the shop to go up to the farmhouse, Mr Holmes said.

“When you’ve finished serving the last few people, lock-up, and then come up to the house to see me before you go home.”

I finished serving, locked up and made my way up to the house, wondering just what he wanted to see me about. Mr Holmes lived in the house with his two sons; his wife had died some ten or more years ago. When I knocked on the door, Peter opened it.

“Come in. Dads in the front room, you go on through.”

When I walked in, both Brian and his dad were watching TV, but as soon as Mr Holmes saw me, he clicked the remote shutting the TV off, and then turning to Brian.

“Can you go and find something to keep yourself busy, I’ve got to talk to Shirley in private.”

Brian left without comment, and closed the door behind him as he went.

“Come on love, sit yourself down. Can I get you something to drink or eat before we start?”

“No thank you.”

I was now very curious to know what he wanted to talk to me about. Had peter told him about me and that machine? Or had Peter or Brian told him about the goings-on in the barn?

“Don’t look so worried my dear, I’ve only asked you here to see if I can help you.”

“Help me? Help me with what?”

“Don’t you remember me giving you those maps?”

Yes, come to think of it, he had given me some maps when Michael and I first began our fell walking. Maps of recognised walks and climbing locations.

“Yes, thank you. We’ve used them a few times, they were handy. But…”

“The reason I had them in the first place, was because I used to be a keen climber in my younger days, and although I no longer have any use for them, I’m still a member of the climbing club; in fact I’m one of only two of the original members. And it was lads from our club that came to your Michael’s rescue this weekend.”

As he was talking it began to dawn on me he must know what kind of thing those ‘rescuers’ got up to whenever they encountered helpless females. And as I became alerted to his awareness I must have began to colour-up bright red.

“Now now my dear, don’t go getting all worked-up. I can guess what you’ve been put through, and I can only apologise. But believe me; I will do my best to put things right for you.”

“Please Mr Holmes; I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I can understand how you feel. Well me’be I can’t, but I know how I’d feel if you were my daughter. You know, I sometimes look on you as the daughter we never had.”

“I know you’ll think I’m as bad as those men who helped your Michael, but at least let me explain.”

He went on to tell me how he and a few other climbers many years ago, set-up this club. Then as some of them got experienced, they set-up their voluntary rescue team, and it was originally just that; a genuine rescue force. But about five years ago, on advice from a central England rescue body, they were advised to adopt the nanny-cam procedure, following a case of improper conduct brought against a rescue member in Wales.

This they did, and on only the second time of using it, completely unintentionally, the woman got aroused, not to the point of orgasm, but enough to plant the seed of a devious idea in one of the medics heads. Apparently he played the video back to club members. And five years ago, the membership was down to fifteen in total, and the club was in danger of disbanding due to lack of interest. Well the ten or so members that were present when the video was played, all got pretty worked-up watching this girl in the video, and someone suggested sending her a letter, suggesting she could come to the club to collect her video, and adding if she didn’t, maybe they’d pass it on to her boyfriends work-mates.

It was obvious blackmail, knowing she wouldn’t want her boyfriend to find out about her getting worked-up whilst being examined by a medic, especially finding out from his work-mates, who’d seen her on screen. But it was worded so they could just say; they meant they’d return it to her via the work-mates and then the boyfriend. Well needless to say the poor girl arrived at the club some nights later, and was ‘taken advantage of’ as Mr Holmes put it, by the thirteen men who were present. She then witnessed her tape being smashed into pieces, and she left, never to be bothered again.

Mr Holmes says he only found out what had happened some time later, and by then, two more ladies had been compromised. And both of these were being forced to attend the club once a week each, and were being ‘taken advantage of’ by all members that were present. And by now the membership had risen by five. He said he tried to stop the practice, but couldn’t bring himself to Welch on these men to the police. Especially as some of them had been involved in a rescue some time in the past, that had saved his life. So he managed to get them to agree to a kind of compromise. A set of rules was drawn-up, the most important of which was to limit the number of times anyone is called to the club to once only.

There was also a rule that if any family member ever got involved, they’d automatically be excluded, but as he said even though he looked on me as a daughter, he couldn’t get me excluded using that rule. So he explained, that he had done as much as he could to try to protect the women who his friends ensnared in their traps, but he hadn’t actually prevented them carrying on with their wicked amusement. He begged me not to think too badly of him, saying his only alternative would be to turn traitor to his once friends.

He then assured me he would be going along to the club tonight to see exactly what sordid video of me they had, and try to prevent me being brought back to the club like all the other ladies had been, and hence prevent me being gang raped. He asked me to tell him in detail everything that had taken place on the weekend, as he said the more he knew, the more chance there would be of him being able to negotiate on my behalf. And even though the whole episode made me cringe with embarrassment, I knew he’d be seeing the video and talking with the men who’d fucked me, so I did as he’d asked, telling him every sordid detail, even telling him how my own body had connived against me, making me putty in their hands.

So off home I went, some three hours later than normal, to see my Michael and find out what kind of day he’d had. Not that I was about to tell him anything about mine! Well it seems the vicar Michael works for, had been in contact with the bishop of the diocese, and the pair of them had seized upon Michael’s unfortunate accident as a means to get publicity, and maybe hold some kind of event to raise money for the Bell Tower restoration fund. The up-shot of all this, was that next Saturday, there would be an ‘Abseil From The Bell Tower’ event held at the church.

They’d contacted the members of the rescue team, and they were willing to organise it, with all monies made being split 50/50 between the church and the rescue team. Their idea was to haul people to the top of the bell tower on the outside of the building, using a rope chairlift. Then once safely onto the bell tower parapet, they would be put into a harness, and with a skilled climber accompanying them, they would be allowed to abseil down the tower wall. For this dubious privilege, they would pay five pounds (about eight dollars).

Well all this simply washed over me, my head was still wondering what was actually going on at this moment at the climbing club. But then Michael said something that focused my attention, and sent a chill through my body.

“The vicar and bishop will both be there, and they want me to bring you along as well.”

“Me? Why? Surely I’m nothing to do with this? And I really don’t want to meet those men again.”

“I’m sorry, but they’re trying to make as much of this as possible, and they’ve contacted the local TV people. It was them who suggested you should be there. You know what TV shows are like, they have to have a token woman in the program, even if the item is all about men doing mountain rescue, and vicars trying to refurbish bell towers.”

“Please Michael, make some excuse, I don’t think I could go there, especially if the men from the climbing club are the same ones that rescued you.”

“Well those four men will certainly be there, but there might be a few more as well. And as for you not going, I’ll tell the vicar you have made other plans, but he won’t be pleased.”

“I’m sorry Michael, but at this moment, pleasing your boss doesn’t come very high on my list of priorities.”

Well with that, we both sat down and had the very late meal I’d just prepared whilst we’d been talking. Once we’d finished the meal, and I’d cleared everything away and washed-up, I was about to put the TV on, to try to calm myself down.

“Don’t bother with the TV, I think with all that’s gone on today, and this ankle of mine throbbing, I’m going to go up now and have an early night.”

“Ok darling, but its only nine o’clock, I think I’ll just watch TV for an hour before I come up.”

“I was hoping you’d come up with me.”

His words were asking, but his look was an instruction. I guess I could have made something of it, but like the dutiful wife, I just turned the TV back off, and followed him up the stairs. It was daylight, and even with the bedroom curtains drawn, the bedroom was light. So if I’d stripped in-front of him, he’d notice the sexy knickers I was wearing, and this might raise questions, so I took my nightdress into the bathroom with me, and when I came out I just slipped my used clothes into the wash basket.

As I slipped into bed alongside him, he said.

“It’s been a hot day today.”

A very weird remark to make, especially after almost instructing me to come to bed so he could fuck me!

“Yes, it was sweltering working in those farm buildings.”

“Wouldn’t you feel cooler without your nightdress?”

This was definitely not the Michael I knew. He’d never seen me naked, well not until last Saturday when those men were fucking me!

I was about to slip it off without making any comment, but then the devil began to play with my mind, and I thought I’d try teasing him.

“If you’re too hot, I can go and sleep in the spare room, if that’ll let you get a better night’s sleep.”

“No, I didn’t mean I’m feeling hot. I just thought maybe you’d be more comfortable.”

I began to slip out of bed.

“Where are you going? I said there was no need for you to go to the spare room.”

As I walked across and stood by my wardrobe so that he could get a full view of me.

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to just drop my nightdress on the floor and have it getting all creased up.”

And with that I stood there and slipped it off, revealing myself in total nakedness. I took my time putting the nightdress into the wardrobe, and then turned to face him.

“Is that what you wanted to see?”

“Shirley! My god woman! Why are you behaving like this? Get into bed quickly.

“But Michael, there’s only us two here, and you’re the one that wanted me naked.”

I’d made my way back to the bed, and taking him by surprise, with one swift whoosh I pulled the light quilt from the bed, and it floated across the room and landed over by the windows.

For just a split second, he lay there, naked, his hands encircling his rock hard cock as it stood to attention pointing to the ceiling.

“God woman! Have you gone mad?”

He turned to one side, trying to conceal his erection from my view, but his movements were still hampered by the strapped-up ankle and I guess the pain it gave him when he moved quickly. But I wasn’t, I moved quickly, and in seconds I was on the bed, stood with my legs astride him, presenting him with a view of my pussy.

“For gods sake Shirley get down.”

And with that he reached up and as he took hold of my hand he jerked me down onto the bed. I fell in a heap alongside him, and he rolled over, so he was now propping himself up on one arm, and leaning above me.

“Look here Shirley, you’ve got to stop this silly behaviour. I know last weekend was a trauma for you, but it’s about time you started to get yourself back to normal. I’ll say prayers for you, and it wouldn’t hurt for you to do some praying yourself, before you loose all sense of morals and decency.”

Then he got off the bed, and hobbled across to retrieve the quilt which he then spread across the bed, covering me up. He then got back into bed, and as he slid under the quilt he placed his arm around me.

“Now come on, let’s do it like decent folk, with a sense of decorum.”

I didn’t speak, and in truth I was on the point of laughing at his stupid pious attitude. He didn’t say anymore, he just mounted me, and began his manic thrashing. And as I’d expected, it lasted no more than a couple of minutes, before his gasping and moaning signified he’d had his satisfaction. Then as before he just rolled off me, and within minutes he was snoring.

I got up, showered, and sat in the bathroom, legs open and my fingers working my clit. This was my first try at getting myself off, and though not anything special, it was certainly better than laying in bed feeling frustrated. So next morning I once again sorted out a pair of sexy panties to wear, and I still had my spare panties in my bag. I also sorted out a spare pair of my normal cotton knickers, just in case I needed to make myself look decent for some reason.

As I left for work, I said goodbye to Michael who was still in bed, and I arrived at the farm by eight o’clock. As I approached the shop, I could see someone had already unlocked the door. When I looked inside, there was Mrs Miller, a lady aged about fifty from the nearby village. She only normally served on weekends, or when I took my holidays.

“Hello, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Ah! Shirley my dear. I was waiting for you to arrive, Mr Holmes phoned me last night, and said he would be going out on some business trip today, and as he needed to take you along with him, he wanted me to come and look after the shop, so here I am. He said to send you up to the house when you arrive.”

“Well I can’t imagine why he needs me, but I guess I’d better go and find out. See you later.”

That was a lie, I could imagine why he wanted me, I assumed he’d got something sorted out last night at the club. I was knocking at the back door, he opened it.

“Come in love, let’s go into the parlour. That’s it sit yourself down. Right my dear, I haven’t managed to get you off scot-free, but I’ve got the best deal I can for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Well let’s not get into the thank you business yet, I haven’t told you what they are asking for. They seem to be saying you’re a bit special, the performance you give when you cum.”

I coloured up, and put my hands up to cover my face.

“Sorry Shirley, I know it sounds vulgar of me, but it’s the way the lads were all raving about you. And I have to say, on that video, they hardly even touched you before you were going wild. I’ve never seen the like before, that fanny of yours opening and closing as it sprayed out cum. Sorry love, but that’s what I saw. Well all the lads in the club have seen the video, and the very least I can get you off with, is to come to the club, and let them get you off. They all want to see you give that same performance for real.”
“So I have to go to the club and let someone, you know?”

“Yes. But they recon you’ll be easy to get going, and from watching that video, I had to agree. It’s the only way I can get them to agree to letting you see that video being scrapped.”

“But I won’t have to let anyone have sex with me?”

“No. I managed to persuade them it wasn’t worth them taking that risk.”

“What risk?”

“I told them I’d blow the whistle on their little game if they did that to you. They said they didn’t think I’d go that far, but I don’t think they dare put it to the test.”

I felt so grateful to him for helping me, especially as he obviously felt he owed some of those men a debt of gratitude for saving his life. Without thinking about my actions, I leapt from my chair, and flung my arms around his neck, and gave him a great big kiss.

“Thank you Mr Holmes, I really am grateful. When will I have to go there?”

“Well I told them you wouldn’t be able to go on any evening; it would need to be during the daytime. I figured, there would be less of them able to get time off work during the day, so you’d have less of an audience.”

“Thank you, I wouldn’t have thought of that. So what day are they expecting me?”

“Well again, I thought, strike while the irons hot, and less of them will be able to arrange time off. So were due there in about an hour’s time.”

“Oh my god! But I guess if I’ve got to do it, the sooner its over with the better. Then I won’t have to spend days worrying about it.”

“That’s my girl, by this afternoon; it’ll all be behind you. And from then on, you can just forget it ever happened.”

Well we had a cup of tea, and before I knew it, it was time to set off for what I hoped would be my final encounter with those men. We arrived at the club house, a wooden building in the corner of a field in the middle of no-where. As Mr Holmes pulled into the rough pot-holed car park, there were hardly any spaces available for parking.

“My god, looks like my idea of doing this during the daytime didn’t reduce the number of men by very much.”

We walked in, and as all the shutters were closed tightly against the windows, it could just as easily have been night time. The building consisted of a large room with a bar running half way down one side. Behind the bar in the corner of the room was a large TV mounted on the wall. There was a space in front of the bar without any tables, and this walkway continued to the end of the room, where it met up with an opening to the next room. This opening didn’t have a door, and it led to the smaller of the two main rooms. Off to the side behind the bar was a small kitchen area, this did have a door separating it from the main room.

The instant I walked in, there was an air of deja vu about the place, but then I thought, ‘I guess it’s similar to most village or church halls in layout’ accept for the bar would normally be a serving counter for tea and cakes. As soon as the men saw me walk in, we were surrounded, and everyone wanted to say hello, and they also appeared to think it was quite acceptable to touch and feel me, like I was some kind of sex slave!

“Back off! Before I take her back home!”

Mr Holmes barked out in a loud and very forceful manner. They did as he’d told them, and a narrow corridor formed in the crowd of men, allowing us to make our way to one of the tables. As we sat down, I could hear music coming from the smaller room, and my mind began to wander. It was almost like a dream sequence in a movie. The feeling of being here before came flooding back, and with it a sudden wetness in my panties.

It was like I’d had an instantaneous mini-orgasm, but why; nobody had touched me, well nothing serious. Then I felt an irresistible urge to see what was in the room where the music was coming from. Mr Holmes had been talking with Ian and one of the other men, and I think they were discussing how they were going to setup my performance, but as I say, I was off in a dream land, and they were just somewhere in the back of my mind.

Without listening to their conversation or waiting until whoever was speaking had finished, I butted in.

“What’s in that room?”

“What?” Snapped Ian.

“That room down there. What’s in there?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about things like that. Stalling won’t get you out of giving the lads a show.”

“Tell me! I want to know what’s in that room?”

Mr Holmes answered me.

“Don’t get yourself het-up my dear. It’s just a gaming room. They’ve got a pool table, a couple of one-arm-bandits, a juke-box, and an old pinball machine. There’s nothing to worry you in there.”

“Can I take a look?”

“I told you, its no good you stalling.”

“Back off Ian, if she wants to take a look, I’m sure you can wait five minutes.”

Then as Mr Holmes got to his feet, he took my arm.

“Come on my love, I’ll show you there’s no’t to be afraid of.”

He walked me to the opening, and as I stood there, I began to tremble. My body was going into full slut mode, my pussy began to pulse wildly, and I knew the juice was running from it, and would be sliming up the tops of my legs. It all clicked in a sudden flash. I was the girl in the film. The film Michael and I had watched some weeks ago, when he’d turned the TV off. Everything was there, the juke box against the far wall, some men stood around at the various machines.

I walked to the juke box, and as I scanned the available music, someone put a coin in the machine for me. I selected a song I could dance to, and bearing in mind, the only dancing I’d ever done before in public was normal ballroom. I tried my best to emulate the dirty sultry writhing and gyrating type of dancing that the girl in the film had been doing. Instantly there was a circle of men around me, trying to out dance each other to be my partner. By the time the first song I’d selected was a minute old, one man had proved he had what it took, and we were dancing around together, and by now he was taking hold of me to twirl me around, and at times bending me right over backwards so that my loose thin skirt fell into the valley of my crotch.

Then as the music stopped and while someone was selecting a new song, I asked.

“Have any of you seen a film called the accused?”

At first there was a general look of ‘what the hell is she on about’?

As I looked around the sea of faces, I could see their eyes light up one by one as the penny dropped. There was then a mad rush to be the first one to carry me across to the pinball machine. As the first man took hold of me by my waist, and began to carry me across the floor, I saw Mr Holmes coming striding through the crowd. He was thrashing his arms from side to side, knocking men out of his path, like an explorer cutting his way through the jungle undergrowth. I shouted to him, as soon as he was within earshot.

“I’m ok. Please Mr Holmes; I want them to do this to me.”

He looked stunned, and more than a little disappointed as he turned and slowly pushed his way back out through the crowd. I guess if he looked on me as his daughter, it would be hard to understand. But back to my would-be rapist, who it was obvious had seen the film, and was about to re-enact the part of the first rapist.

At this point I’d advise anyone who hasn’t seen the film ‘The Accused’ to get hold of a copy, and watch it. Also you have to realize, that I had only seen the film up to the point where one man had raped the girl, and the second was about to. And as there was a room full of men, I assumed they’d all taken it in turns, meaning she’d been gang raped by at least ten, maybe fifteen men.

But back to my situation, as he lifted my bottom onto the edge of the pinball machine, and pushed me back into a full reclining position, I began to protest. Like I remember the girl in the film doing. Not that I wanted him to stop, I was just role-playing, and living-out a fantasy. Luckily the men around either realized this, or maybe they didn’t care. But I was told later, that at this point it took five men to man-handle Mr Holmes into the other room, where it was explained to him what the film was about.

The sex was an exact re-run of the film; except that since then I have seen the film myself in full, and I now know they didn’t all fuck her. But in my case, they did, every man in the club, excluding Mr Holmes, and most of them came back for second helpings. It was living out a fantasy in the extreme, they ‘took advantage of me’ first on the pinball machine. Then a couple of men wanted to double fuck me, so I was carried across to the pool table.

Once on the pool table, this was where the majority of the remaining action took place. They just trooped up one after another. I had hands on every part of my body, and cocks pushed in every conceivable orifice. I tried my hardest to keep in character, by keeping up my protesting, pretending I was actually being raped, but by the time I’d been on the pool table for a few minutes, my desire to be fucked just took over my speech as well as my bodily reactions. Most of the latter part of this event is a blur, and although I came several times, I have no idea just how many.

I walked unsteadily from that back room some two and a half hours later, still naked, and carrying my crumpled and creased clothes with me to the toilet. I did a make-shift job of cleaning myself up, and then once dressed; I opened the door to the main room. The whole room broke out in a chorus of whoops, cheers and all manner of other calls. The men were all staring my way, clapping and smiling. The comments about how good they thought I’d been were crude and to the point, but inwardly, they still gave me a sneaky feeling of pride.

As they all calmed down, I walked over to the table where Mr Holmes was sat, his head bowed down, and both his hands encircling his half drunk pint glass of beer. Even as I reached the edge of the table, he didn’t lift his head to acknowledge me. I spoke quietly to him.

“I’m ready to go when you are.”

He didn’t reply, or even lift his head; he just got to his feet, turned and began to walk towards the door. I knew from his manner he was really upset, but one thing stood out more poignantly than any other. He’d left his unfinished pint of beer! If you know anything about a true Yorkshire man, then that is one thing you’ll never see them do. Unlike all the TV soaps and films, if a real Yorkshire man buys a pint of beer, he never leaves until he’s drunk every last drop of it.

But that is by the by; we got into his car, and on the journey home the only words spoken were me apologising for my behaviour, Mr Holmes never spoke a word. When we got to the farm, he got out of his car, and as I closed the door my side, he said.

“We ain’t got no fancy shower here, but if you come up to the house, there’ll be enough hot water for you to take a bath.”

And with that he turned and began walking towards the house. After running across to my car to get my little bag with spare underwear, I followed in silence.

When I got to the door, I was about to knock as usual, but felt like I was in some way annoying him, and didn’t want to knock the door. So for the first time ever, I slowly turned the handle and let myself in.

“Mr Holmes. Are you there?”

I heard his voice coming from the parlour.

“I’m here in the parlour.”

“Shall I go straight up and get myself cleaned up?”

“You do that lass. I’ll stop down here. I’ll not leave you alone in the house; I’ll wait till you’re done before I set off to the fields.”

So in this ancient looking bathroom, with cobwebs and I guess spiders lurking everywhere, I stripped off, and had my bath. The warmth of the water felt so relaxing, but the thought of all those spiders hiding in their webs, watching and ready to jump out on me, made me nervous. So I just gave myself a very quick wash down, and in no time I was climbing out and looking for a towel to dry myself down with. As I opened the bathroom door, I heard someone knocking on the front door.

“Ah. Ian. What the bloody hell do you want? Come to take the piss out of me I suppose.”

“Hey Brian, don’t be like that. You weren’t to know. She fooled me as well; at first. Any way, we can’t talk out here, can I come in?”

Mr Holmes didn’t answer, but as the voices got closer, and the front door closed, I assume he’d just turned around, and Ian was following him into the parlour. I carefully descended part way down the stairs, so I could hear more clearly what was being said.

“I’ll tell you, the first sight we got of her, she was so prim and proper, I nearly didn’t even try to get her. In fact, if it hadn’t been for where she hurt herself, I’m sure I wouldn’t have attempted it. But she…”

“Don’t bother. She told me where she hurt herself, and what you did.”

“But I promise, even if I’d not been trying, she just came to life. Well you saw the video. Oh by the way, that’s why I’ve come, you forgot to take these with you.”

“Is that all the stuff you’ve got, no photos or anything else?”

“That’s all. I promise. I’ve even deleted the files I copied onto my PC. Look Brian we’ve been pals for years, and even though we don’t see eye to eye on this kind of thing, I would never try to trick you.”

“I guess so. I just feel I don’t know about people anymore.”

“Hey! Come on, I know you thought the sun shone out of her backside, but we’re all different. She can’t help needing loads of cock, its just ironic she’s a vicar’s wife.”

“But she was sitting here this morning trembling, and looked like she was terrified at the thought of what you animals were going to do to her. And then when we get there. Well! I couldn’t watch. It was bad enough just listening, and her… she was ranting like she had the devil inside her.”

“I should think she was, there was quite a few of us dirty devils inside her all at the same time, she fucks like no other girl I’ve ever known. Well to be honest, that is mainly why I came to see you.”

“I thought you came to bring the videos I’d forgot?”

“Well yes that as well. But you saw her. That isn’t the girl or vicar’s wife you came to the club last night to plead for.”

“She didn’t just accept a fucking. She wanted it, she begged for it, god she fucking demanded it. She fucked every one of us until we couldn’t get any more spunk out of our dicks! And there were at least twenty men in that club this morning. Surely you won’t expect us to keep to our word and not have her back there again. Even for her sake; you can see she loved being fucked.”

“Don’t say no more. Me’be your right, me’be you’re wrong, but what ever the case, you agreed to my conditions, and unless she tells me to my face she wants to become a whore, then if any of you try to get her back to the clubhouse, I’ll come looking for you. And mark my words; I won’t be on my own. I’m not the only one that thinks the world of that little girl; my boys will rip the balls off anyone that does her wrong. In fact if they knew what you’d already done to her, you’d be pig food.”

“Ok Brian, I get your message loud and clear, we won’t touch her. But I can’t help thinking, it’s her that is going to miss out, she really is begging for it.”

“Think on lad, pals we might be, but I swear, if you cross me on this, you’ll not live to regret it, and there won’t be anything left of you to bury.”

“Come on Brian, there’s no need to get nasty.”

“Nobody’s gonna’ get nasty, unless you step out of line.”

“Well I’ll go then, but if she does…”

“Just go.”

“Ok, maybe we’ll see you up the club one night?”

“I doubt it.”

I heard them walking the length of the hall, and then the front door opened and closed a few seconds later. I’d stood there part way down the stairs listening, and by now I was almost dry, but I still needed a towel to complete the process. I was just going to call down, when.

“Well are you coming down? Or are you gonna’ stand on the stairs all day?”

“How did you know I was here?”

“I heard you tread on the second step from the top about ten minutes ago, it always creaks, it’s done it for years.”

“So you knew I was listening?”

“I assumed as much, well are you coming down?”

“I I need a towel.”

But instead of him walking back into the parlour as I’d thought he’d done, the next second there he was at the foot of the stairs looking up at me. I was naked, and had nothing at all in my hands to cover myself up with. You’d have thought after all that exposure and sexual action earlier, I wouldn’t be shy. But now I felt so exposed, and I clasped one hand over my bush and the other arm around my breast.

He began to walk up the stairs towards me; I froze on the step I was on, not knowing if he was coming to claim his dues for helping me, or maybe coming to take revenge for me humiliating him in front of his pals. He reached me and we stood there for a second or two, looking eye to eye, even though he was a couple of steps down on the staircase. I felt his hands, big and rough skinned as they encircled my waist. The fingers so long, and my waist so thin, his finger ends almost touching. Without any sign of strain or effort on his face, I felt myself being lifted off the stair.

In my mind, although I was now not on heat, and had no signs of arousal, I knew I’d just let him take me to his bed, and I’d cooperate with what ever he wanted to do to me. As he lifted me, he turned me side on towards himself, and plonked me back down on the same stair he’d just lifted me up from, but right across to the side, with my bottom pressed against the spindles of the stair-case. Then his hands slipped away, and as he manoeuvred himself passed me, he carried on walking up the stairs.

I stood there, still petrified. By now he was walking across the landing toward one of the bedrooms.

“Well come on then if you want a towel.”

I slowly made my way up the few steps, and stood on the landing waiting for him to bring me a towel. As he handed it to me, he said.

“There’ll be a hot cup of tea waiting for you when you get down, don’t take all day.”

So that was it, almost the first words he spoke to me since I embarrassed him, and we were back to the standard British answer to every known problem, ‘A cup of Tea’. Well at least some values never change, and maybe that is something I can hang onto in this whirlwind of mixed emotions that is spinning my head around.

As I walk into the parlour, fully refreshed from my bath, and clean underwear in place, under my slightly creased skirt and blouse, Mr Holmes is sitting there waiting to pour the tea. He hands me my cup and I sit down. There is an awkward silence, and then we both go to speak at the same time.

“I’m…”

“It’s…”

“No, after you,” he says, ever the gentleman.

“Nothing really, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. I know I’ve disappointed you. And I’ve racked my brain to think how I can explain it to you. But there is no explanation. I just felt I had to do it. Please try not to think too badly of me. I promise it’s not like Ian said; I’m not a whore. And I never want to go back there again.”

“I was going to say it’s none of my business. But I still feel like I’m your guardian or protector, and I can’t get my head around what you’ve just done.”

“I know, I can’t explain it to myself, it was just something in my body, a kind of need or craving. Like a drug.”

“I’ll tell you now lass, I feel like putting you across my knee and thrashing your arse until you can’t sit-down or use that fanny for a week!”

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve let you down. And I promise; if I thought you chastising me, would cure me of this, I’d bend over your knee right now.”

“What you saying, you don’t like doing what you just did?”

“I don’t know what is happening to me. Something just takes over my body, and I can’t stop myself.”

“But you’ve never been that way before; it’s all come about since them animals abused you last weekend.”
“That’s true. But I don’t think that is the whole story…”

I then went on to explain to him about the only two experiences of sex that I’d had before this weekend. And how I didn’t even know what an orgasm was, let alone my Michael even attempting to induce one. That since those men had shown my body the level of pleasure it could achieve, it now kind of expected something at least approaching that when ever I had sex. But with Michael being content to just satisfy himself, and then leaving me frustrated, the next day I seemed vulnerable to any kind of stimulation.

And since Michael came back from hospital, both nights he’s taken me to bed at the earliest chance he’s had, and then just satisfied himself. I even told him about my attempt to get Michael re-interested by going down there with my mouth, and how Michael had almost blown a fuse. Then I explained about the state I was in on Monday morning, and how the machine in the potato shed had got me aroused, or even simple things like seeing various animals mating. I then told him to be ready to hear something he wouldn’t like. And I made him promise he’d hear me out; before he acted on what I was about to tell him. I then told him about his sons having sex with me on the top of the hay in the lower barn, but I was very careful to make sure I took the blame for the whole episode.

At first he looked shocked, but then he mumbled something about thinking they both looked shifty last night when he arrived back, and then he continued.

“So what you’re saying is; when your Michael has sex but doesn’t satisfy you, you’ll have sex with anyone?”

“No. Or at least I hope not. In fact there was a man called in the yard yesterday…”

I told him all about what had happened, and how Peter had sent him on his way.

“But if anything happens, I just get worked up, you know turned on. And then, it kind of distorts my normal sense of what is right and wrong. Yesterday, it just felt right to have sex with your two boys, they are so manly, and I felt so safe with them. But all I can say about this morning; just knowing you were in the building made me feel safe. And that building so much resembled the bar in the film; it was as though it was meant to be. Like it was a way of completing the film my Michael hadn’t allowed me to see. I promise if you hadn’t been there as my protector, I’d never have dared do it. And if I embarrassed you, then please forgive me, I never meant to do that. If you want me to leave and find another job, I’ll understand.”

“Don’t be silly lass, ok, I was shocked. And yes I’ll admit, it still takes a lot of swallowing. But you’ve always been a bonny lass, and if you have changed, the blame lies with Ian and his cronies. What we’ve got to sort out, is where you go from here.”

“You want me to leave?”

“No lass, I mean what are we going to do about your problem? If we don’t sort you out soon, I can see someone taking advantage, and you ending-up getting hurt.”

“I feel so ashamed, but as god is my witness, once the feeling in my tummy gets a hold of me, I just go to pieces. It’s only after I’ve, you know, been worked-up, and then, like now, I feel quite normal again.”

“So if my lads were to walk in the door now, and take hold of your arm, would you let them take you to bed?”

“No. I’d tell them to leave me alone.”

But as I spoke, just the picture he’d put in my mind, sowed the seed of an arousal in my tummy.

And with it, must have been a change in facial expression.

“What’s up lass?”

“I don’t know. But just you asking me, I can feel it starting.”

“What?”

“You know, oh god, please can we talk about something else?”

“What? You telling me, just thinking about my boys is getting you on-heat?”

“I’m sorry.”

“So is it the same when your Michael tells you he wants an early night? Are you already aroused by the time you get to the bedroom?”

I hadn’t thought about the idea of Michael, but now I did, all that came to mind was him giving me his final thrusts, and rolling off me. And then me feeling somehow cheated, or short-changed.

“Oh god Mr Holmes, will I rot in hell?”

“For heavens sake why?”

“My butterflies have gone, and all I can think is; I hope the novelty has worn off, and he doesn’t touch me tonight.”

“Novelty worn off? And who doesn’t touch you?”

“My Michael. He never used to think of sex, but at least then I wasn’t being partly worked-up, and left for the first man who wanted to take advantage of me. But now, he’s wanted me every night since he saw those men doing that to me.”

“But you haven’t answered my question; does thinking of Michael turn you on?”

“No. Thinking of Michael has just got me feeling disillusioned, and frustrated.”

“Well lass, if thinking about your husband turns you off, I think me’be you married the wrong man.”

“Please don’t say that, I love my Michael. These feelings only started since this weekend, it’s as though him seeing me with those men excited him. But I’m sure he feels sex is wrong, so once he’s satisfied his own craving, he wants nothing to do with me.”

“I know this will sound really wicked. But when I think of Michael, I just remember how he rolls off me when he’s satisfied, and then how I lie there all night just wanting more. But when I think of your boys, I see those great big cocks, and they just keep pushing up me, never stopping until… Oh god Mr Holmes. I’m sorry, god help me.”

As I was speaking and thinking of my yesterdays fucking, I’d slipped forwards on the sofa, and now in a reclining position, I began to heave my hips. In seconds he was out of his chair, and sat sideways on the sofa next to me. He’d taken hold of my hand and his other arm was around my back with his hand on my shoulder.

“Come on Shirley, chase those images from your mind, and think about what your husband would say if he knew you were talking like this.”

“I I’m sorry.”

“Where is your Michael today?”

As I began to turn my thoughts from the session in the barn, to thinking where my Michael was, and who he might be talking to. This immediately quelled the turmoil that had welled-up in my tummy.

“Oh god Mr Holmes. Is there any hope for me? Do you think I should bend over your knee?”

“Well I can’t think right off, just how we’re gonna’ sort this out. But you’re in more trouble than I ever imagined, and a good thrashing isn’t gonna cure you. We need to think how we’re gonna keep you from sending signals to every man you meet, that you’re ripe for the picking.”

“I I don’t know if I should mention this, but both Peter and Brian said if I ever got into a state again, they’d see to me.”

“See to you, you mean…”

I could see he was struggling for the right expression, so I interrupted him.

“Yes.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Well when I’m sort of normal, I know its wrong, and I feel ashamed. But if my Michael leaves me aching again tonight, then the second I see either of them in the morning; I just know, I’ll be theirs to do as they want with. And that is either or both; I know I’ll just want them.”

“And if anyone else is here instead of them?”

“I I don’t know, like who?”

“Well I know I’m an antique; but they ain’t here right now, and I am?”

“I I’d never thought…”

“I’m too old for you then?”

“No, I just didn’t think you thought of me in that way.”

“So when ever I’ve slid up behind you, and helped you lift heavy sacks, or pushed you up on top of the bagging machine; what the hell did you think that hard lump was that I was pressing into your bum with?”

As I’d said, all of them had shown me how to sort that machine, and they’d all done as he’d just described. But in my innocence, I’d never been aroused by this, or more to the point, never once felt threatened. But to now hear him telling me, not in so many words, but intimating, he wanted to fuck me. I just coloured up bright red.

“I’m sorry; you must think me so stupid. But now you’ve said it; that means all of you think the same about me, even Eric and Carl?” These are the names of the two hired hands.

“Well I’ve never asked them, but anyone who’s had the opportunity to press themselves up against that little bottom of yours, and hasn’t got hard, has to be queer.”

“I feel so silly now, I never, well yes I did know you were hard, and I knew what that meant, but I never really thought. Oh god, it’s started again.”

I pulled one of my hands from his, and put it down on my tummy.

“What? Thinking about me rubbing my cock up against your bottom is getting you turned on?”

Now his hand joined mine, cupping itself around my tummy, and pressing down towards my bush. I felt my cheeks burning as I blushed even more.

“Please don’t.”

“But it is me that’s getting you worked up?”

“Yes, but please don’t.”

He pulled his hand away, and slipped it into his trouser waist, and then he re-adjusted the position of his cock. And although still safely inside his trousers, there was now a large bulge showing he was ready for action. This didn’t scare me, or put me off; it just fuelled my ensuing arousal.

By now, my tummy was getting quite well and truly agitated; I could feel a tension in the air.

Then as his hand came from his trousers, it gently cupped under my left breast.

“Please Mr Holmes, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Does it feel good?”

“Oh god yes, it feels wonderful. Rape me! Please Mr Holmes. Rape me!”

“Rape you? I’d never do that.”

“Please, I feel so dirty. Don’t make me have to beg you to fuck me. Please just take me, no matter how much I struggle or fight you. I’m begging you, Rape me now.”

He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes, told me the fish was now securely hooked. He got to his feet, bent down directly in front of me, pushing his head past my waist, and his shoulder into my tummy. Then with his big strong arms wrapped around me, his hands slid under my bottom, and as he stood back upright he had me over his shoulder in a ‘fireman’s lift’.

Out he strode, and we were soon going up the stairs two at a time. I beat my fists on his back, and kicked and wriggled.

“Put me down you monster. Let me down.”

I struggled and fought like it was really happening to me. But like the men this morning, either he realized I was just role-playing, or he was too far gone to care. Either way, he easily had me restrained with just one of his hands holding me around the top of my left leg.

This meant his other hand was free to roam. And roam it did, stroking up the inside of my right leg, and pulling at the gusset of my now respectable cotton knickers. He might have been acting, but by the time he tipped me off his shoulder onto his double bed, he’d already had his fingers up my pussy. And as I fell backwards onto his bed, his grip around the gusset pulled my knickers down my legs. This wasn’t done smoothly or carefully, I was actually thrown from his shoulder, and as I flew through the air towards the soft landing on his mattress, he snatched the knickers back, pulling them down my legs. This not only ripped them, but they also caught and pulled off part of the fresh scabs that had formed on the injuries to the inside of my legs, causing the blood to start to run.

Well if I’d thought this might make him be more careful, I needed to think again. I’d told him to rape me, and this was what he was now doing. So as my hands went down to the area where the blood was now trickling from, he just took hold of the waist band of my skirt, and gave a sharp tug. The hooks and eyes that held this wraparound skirt in place just ripped from the thin material. And as the skirt unwrapped, it spun me around pulling my hands from in between my legs, and slipping from under me, leaving me face down on his bed.

I didn’t have time to react with movement or even any kind of protest, real or acting, before he was on the bed behind me. He pulled my blouse from either side, and it just pealed off, with buttons popping as it tore apart. Then from the back he released my bra, and one swift turn of my shoulders, saw me once again on my back, but now naked.

He was on his knees above me, and now he slowly began to pull his shirt over his head. At this point I tried a wriggle, to see if I could work myself free, but his knees just closed, squeezing me either side of my torso.

“Let me get up you bastard!”

As he threw his shirt to one side to reveal his ape-like hairy chest, he lashed out at my face with his open palm.

The bedroom echoed to the sound of the loud.

“CRACK!”

As his hand reached my cheek. But to my surprise, there was no stinging, he’d used the old trick a dad plays on a young son, lashed out but intercepted his own slap with his other hand slid gently across my face. There was no doubt in my mind when I saw the blow coming that it was going to hurt, and I had begun to believe he was doing this for real. I think for a split second I was in a weird way disappointed to know this was still acting.

But then I just let out a scream. As if the blow had been real.

“Shut your mouth you bitch, or you’ll get more of the same.”

I sniffed as if holding back the tears, as he stood up to remove his trousers.

I began to try to make good an escape, but he leant forwards, the task of removing his trousers abandoned as he held his right hand above my face in a threatening manner.

“Don’t you move until I tell you.”

I froze, as if this was a real threat.

He slowly unbuckled his belt, and then undid the buttons one by one, with no sense of urgency. I lay there motionless, well externally anyway, inside my tummy was quivering with desire, whilst my pussy throbbed with anticipation. Then as his last button was released, he dropped his trousers and pants in one, and stepped out of them, to reveal a cock the equal or maybe bigger than either of his sons. He didn’t stand there showing himself off, but no sooner had he stepped from his trousers, than he’d dropped to his knees on the bed.

Then as he took hold of my ankles, and lifted my legs up and wide, he said.

“Hold them high.”

I didn’t make a sound, but I obeyed instantly, as the difference between role-play and reality became a total blur.

“Now my little bitch, daddy’s gonna show you what that little pussy and bottom are really made for.”

As he pushed his monster cock into my pussy, I couldn’t hold back my eagerness, and I lifted myself up to meet his thrust. My pussy was wet and wanted to take as much of his mighty cock as it could handle. As with his sons, I could feel my pussy stretching as it opened up my love tunnel. But unlike his sons, he just pushed slowly, and it kind of gave me time to savour the pleasure.

His whole fuck was carried out in this manner, no sense of urgency, but deliberate forceful thrusting, driving his cock deep on every stroke. Then came his cum shots, still slow and deliberate, but now kind of erratic and jerky. His cock softened, and as it slipped out, he slumped his immense body down onto the bed alongside me. My first thoughts were, ‘he’s as bad as Michael, he’s going to leave me unsatisfied’. Then I thought, ‘but so far the only time I’ve ever cum is when I’ve been fuck by two or more men. I must be a whore’.

Then as my mind was still in a turmoil, I felt his big hands on my torso, as he lifted and swung me around in the air, dropping me face down on top of himself. He was on his back head to the pillows, and I was facing down to the foot of the bed. His tongue instantly began to lap at the juices coming from, and around my pussy and bottom. As soon as I realized we were back in business, my hands searched for his cock, and I caressed it until it stiffened enough for my mouth to take over. This mutual licking sucking and general fondling heightened my arousal to the point where I thought I would cum into his mouth. But this wily old fox knew exactly when to stop, leaving me right on the edge.

He again effortlessly lifted me from above himself, and spun me around in the air. As I was lowered down, I faced the ceiling, and knew my head was now back to the pillow end of the bed. I felt his cock slipping back and forth along the slippy wet crevice of my bottom. Each time the big fat end of his cock passed my hole, I felt my bottom open as if it was inviting him to enter. He teased me for what appeared to be an age, but was in reality probably only half a minute. Then when I was beginning to wonder if he was actually going to penetrate me or not, he forced me down without warning.

His mighty cock stretched my bottom to limits it had never before reached, and the scream I let out was not planned, or acting. But as his cock penetrated deep, I could feel his warm cum being shot inside me. As my orgasm was already cocked and primed, it only needed this spark to fire it into action. So as my pussy pulsed violently, spraying it’s cum in all directions, his cock delivered bolt after bolt of warm cum up my bottom. But even though he’d now finished his delivery, my orgasm was still in full swing. He held me on top of himself, his hands encircling my waist, until I’d eventually returned to a normal state.

He now turned me over, and lifted me up his body so my face was level with his.

“Well my dear, I hope that was satisfactory?”

“Oh Mr Holmes, you were wonderful. Oh god, how I wish my Michael could love me like that.”

“You never know my dear, me’be one day he’ll get the idea. But until he does, I think our Peter’s advice is about your best option. And I don’t think it’ll make any difference which one of us is available.”

“You mean I should do this with you or one of your sons every time my Michael leaves me, you know, wanting?”

“I know it’s not me’be what you want to do, but think of the alternative. At least with us, we all love you, and we’d never tell anyone. And who knows, me’be in time your Michael will realize he needs to satisfy your needs as well.”

“Oh god, I do hope so.”

Then as I lay in his arms, he gave me a big strong cuddle and said.

“Come-on then my little beauty, have you had enough, or do you want me to give that little fanny another seeing-to?”

For some silly reason, I blushed as I replied.

“No. I think you’ve cured me for today. It’s about time I went out to the shop and did some work.”

“Well if you’ve had enough, I think it’s too late to worry about the shop, but I could eat a horse, and I bet you’re starving as well. So how about you fix us up with a bite to eat? You’ll find plenty of eggs and bacon in the pantry.”

So some fifteen to twenty minutes later, cleaned down again, and this time dressed in a dress that used to belong to Mr Holmes’s wife, here I am in the kitchen cooking us both a meal. It’s now the middle of the afternoon, and as we sit down at the kitchen table, he looks across and our eyes lock-on to each other’s.

“You’re a right bonny lass.”

I just blushed.

“And you can rustle up a cracking bit of snap (Food).”

“Go on with you and your silly flirting, anyone can do a fry-up.”

“But there’s not many a lass can fuck like you, least ways, spraying your cum like you do.”

I again didn’t answer, but felt the heat burning not only my cheeks, but now my whole neck was aflame.

“I’m telling you, that Michael of yours is one lucky man. If he don’t appreciate what he’s got, then I know I’m too old for you to hitch up to, but either one of my lads ud wed you without thinking twice.”

“Please Mr Holmes. I love my Michael. Don’t talk like this.”

“Ok, but think-on lass, you can’t go through life wanting. Some times it’s better to just admit you caught the wrong bus, get off, and then hop on the right one. At least that way, you’ll get to somewhere you want to be.”

“Please don’t.”

“Ok, I’ve said my piece.”

“When I’ve washed up, I’ll get out to the shop to see if I can give Mrs Miller a hand.”

“No lass, she’ll only wonder about why you’ve changed your clothes. You’d best get off home, and sort yourself out proper before your Michael gets home.”
“Are you sure, it’s not my finishing time yet?”

“Well I guess by rights, you ain’t even started today, but I can’t see as that matters much. No lass, you get yourself back home, and we’ll see you in the morning. And if you need to ask for any kind of help, don’t be shy. You know what I’m a talking about.”

I blushed again as I replied.

“I will. And thank you. I’ll get off now then, see you tomorrow.”

I arrived home before Michael, and so was able to get myself changed and looking respectable before he saw me. I’d already prepared his evening meal, and it was ready for him as he came in, I thought maybe this might make-up for me being late yesterday. While we sat eating our meal, Michael said.

“Oh, about that event they’re organising for this weekend, it looks like the bishop is trying a kind of blackmail.”

“Blackmail? How has the bishop found out about what I did last weekend?”

“No dear, nothing to do with last weekend.”

“Well what do you mean blackmail?”

“He hasn’t put it into so many words, but he was saying things like. ‘There’s no point in thinking about taking an overseas assignment if your wife isn’t totally dedicated to supporting everything you get involved in’.”

“But Michael that isn’t fair, you know I’d support anything you do.”

“I know that my darling, and I can understand why you don’t want to see them men again. But I can hardly explain that to the bishop, and you know how much being given and overseas assignment means to me.”

“Oh Michael, isn’t there any other way?”

“If there was, I wouldn’t have asked you to do this for me.”

“Ok, tell your bloody bishop…”

“Shirley! There’s no need for that language.”

“Well! What do you expect? Just tell him I’ll be there, but don’t expect me to talk to those men.”

“Thank you darling. I’ll do my best to keep them at a distance from you.”

The evening went by in a boring manner, doing housework, and watching a little TV, but as I’d expected, by just gone nine thirty, Michael was asking if I was ready for bed. I stalled him until ten o’clock, but by fifteen minutes past ten, I was alongside the bed asking Michael.

“Do you want me to take my nightdress off?”

“It’s up to you; take it off if it feels more comfortable for you.”

“I don’t mind either way, so I guess if you don’t want me naked, I’ll leave it on.”

“For god’s sake Shirley, we are married; it didn’t appear to bother you too much when those animals told you to get naked.”

“Look Michael, that wasn’t my fault. What happened this weekend was none of my doing. And like you said, we are married, so if you want to see my body, I’m sure you’re not committing any kind of sin.”

With that I removed my nightdress, and walked to the wardrobe, taking my time, knowing Michael was watching my every step. This time I didn’t attempt to pull the covers off him, even if I’d wanted to, I could see his little hands were gripping the other end tightly. I just walked slowly back to the bed and slipped in alongside him, sliding my arm across his chest, and caressing his neck.

“Shirley, what did you really think about when those men were doing what they did to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t understand how you could get so excited and aroused, you didn’t even know them?”

“I don’t know. But be honest, you get aroused by other women?”

“Never. I’ve never so much as looked at another woman.”

“I don’t mean real women, not ones that you’ve met.”

“What then?”

“That film.”

“What film?”

“Look Michael, I don’t mind. I guess it must be natural, something we have no control over.”

“Don’t be so silly, that is what separates us from the animals in this world, we have morals, and make our own decisions.”

“But you got aroused watching that film, are you telling me you wanted to?”

“I don’t even know what film you’re talking about.”

“Michael, remember god is listening to your every word. You remember turning the TV off when the film showed a girl getting raped, and she was about to by a lot more men?”

“Yes, but that was months ago, it was disgusting.”

“That might be true, but as soon as you got me into bed that night, you were already aroused, and you couldn’t wait to have sex with me.”

“I can’t remember.”

“Michael! Don’t tell lies. Watching that girl being raped got you aroused.”

“So what if it did?”

“Does that make you an animal?”

“No, of course not.”

“Or are you saying you approved of her being raped, and you wanted to get aroused?”

“No.”

“Its like I said, it must be natural, something we have no control over.”

“But Shirley, we have to try to rise above such things.”

“But if we can’t; that doesn’t make us wicked.”

“But it shows a weakness.”

“And when you got aroused, watching those men abusing me? Aroused enough for them to…”

He butted in not wanting me to finish what I was saying.

“Don’t Shirley. That’s not fair.”

“Why isn’t it, they were forcing me to have sex with them, and you got aroused! Your own wife; and your cock got hard watching those men as they mauled me all over my body.”

“Please Shirley, I I…”

“I know. You couldn’t help it. Well that’s how I felt, I didn’t want them to get me aroused, but they did. And I don’t think that makes me an animal!”

“Oh Shirley, I’m sorry. I don’t know any more.”

“Maybe you don’t,” and as I spoke I wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock, “but I know one thing. Since the weekend, this cock of yours has been active every night. And talking about those men abusing me has only got it more excited.”

“Shirley, please don’t use foul language, it doesn’t sound proper coming from your lips.”

“Foul language? Which word have I used that you’d call foul language?”

“Shirley please. You know what you just said.”

“What? Men abusing me.”

“No, you were talking about my, you know.”

“So that’s it. Men abusing your wife is not foul or disgusting. But a wife talking about her own husbands cock offends your ears? Well if that’s how much you think of me, I’ll go and sleep in the spare room.”

With that I let go of his cock, and began to slide out of the bed.

“Shirley no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Please come back.”

He had reached out and taken hold of my arm, and was gently trying to pull me back to the bed. I resisted his pulling, but didn’t leave the bed; I just sat there naked on the side of the bed. He had pulled himself up onto his elbows, and still had hold of my arm.

“Come back please. I never meant to upset you.”

“If I come back, then you have to listen to what I’m going to say without interrupting me. When I’ve finished, if you don’t like what I’ve said, then I think its time we slept in separate rooms.”

“Shirley no. Don’t be silly, you’re my wife.”

“That’s right Michael, your wife not a slave or servant or your dog. I have feelings. I have opinions. I have rights.”

“Oh dear god, why are you behaving like this?”

“Because I want you to love me, not use me like those men did.”

“Shirley no, don’t say things like that about me.”

“Well are you going to hear what I’ve got to say, or shall I leave your room?”

“Please Shirley, get back into bed. You know it’s OUR room. And of course, I want to hear what you have to say.”

“Ok, but no tut’ing or silly remarks about my language. I’m going to use the words normal people use; I want you to know what I mean without silly euphemisms getting in the way, and you getting the wrong end of the stick.”

“Come back and lay beside me, I’ll listen to you, and I promise to do what ever you ask of me.”

As I began to slide back in alongside him.

“Don’t make promises before you hear what I’ve got to say.”

“Come-on darling, if I’ve upset you, just tell me what I’ve done?”

“Ok, before this weekend, I never had and orgasm.”

“Bu…”

“Ah. No interruptions. I never planned for those men to do what they did, and if it hadn’t been for where I got hurt, they would never have got their grubby hands anywhere near my pussy or my tits.”

I could see his face cringing at hearing me uttering those words.

And if they hadn’t got their hands on me, I’d still have no idea what an orgasm is or what it felt like. But you have your orgasm, and deny it if you like, but at least once, you have been thinking of someone other than me when you’ve cum.”

“Well maybe they are right when they say ‘god moves in mysterious ways’. Because god put us up on that hillside, he brought about that storm, he aloud you to fall, he brought those men to that place, and he determined that I should slip on that gate. So it’s my guess he sent those men to show us both that our bodies can give more pleasure than we had realized. So now those men are gone from our lives, he must be expecting you to take my body to the heights of pleasure those men showed me was possible, and not to just satisfy your own lust, and then turn over and go to sleep.”

He looked stunned, and lost for words.

“Well that’s it, that was all I wanted to say. Do you want to fuck me? Or shall I go to the spare room?”

He still looked dazed, and I began to ease myself out of the bed. Suddenly his hand grabbed my arm.

“No. please don’t go. Come back, I’ll do as you want.”

“Will you?”

“Yes. Please come back.”

I slid back in alongside him, and began to work my head under the quilt.

“What are you…”

Before he’d finished, I’d popped my head out and with my face almost touching his. I interrupted his obvious question.

“I’m going to suck your cock, and you’re going to lick my pussy.”

Then without waiting for an answer, I went back under the quilt. As it was he didn’t answer, and I soon had my legs astride his shoulders. As I took his rock hard cock into my mouth, I lowered my pussy to his face. He started very reluctantly, but as I got to work on his cock, he gradually began to work my pussy. It wasn’t an overwhelming success, the pussy licking that is, but at least, with me sucking his first load of cum, it not only got me well on my way, but ensured that when I let him mount me, he’d take that bit longer to cum his second load. And yes he did manage to give me an orgasm, the first one he’d given me. And this time, as he rolled over I cuddled up to him, still dripping cum. And lying in all that sticky wet slime, we both drifted off to sleep.

The mess in the morning was gross, but knowing we’d made love properly for the first time was just like heaven. As usual, I got ready, and set off for work, leaving him still in bed. But I think maybe that is enough for now. There is still more to tell, and although that bloody video is no longer able to be used to blackmail me, the ‘new me’ awakened by those men, appears to be vulnerable to the briefest stimulation. But I’ll tell you more in the next part of my story. That is, of course, providing you don’t think the story is getting stale?

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