So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
“What do you make of this?”
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
“Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesn’t know about these?”

I tried my best to sound in control.
“You shouldn’t be looking in my private mail account.”
“Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I’ve printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I’ll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to.”
“No you can’t.”
“Can’t! Who says I can’t?”
“But please. I haven’t been unfaithful to him. It’s just words on the internet.”
“So he won’t mind then. Will he?”
“Please I beg you, please don’t tell him.”

“If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?”
“What do you mean?”
”You know what I mean. Will you fuck?”
“No. You can’t ask that of me. Please. I’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married.”
“My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”

Well I guess at this stage, I’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, I’m married to Göran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I am 32, and I’ve been so very wicked. My Göran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know you’re thinking, ‘with true love there can be no buts’. In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.

So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for ‘sex’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After I’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didn’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I won’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.

Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. I’d been fingering myself all the time I’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times I’d come I can’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, he’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.

Then I waited and waited. Day after day I’d dash to the PC after work to see if he’d replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day, I’d had to do some shopping on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran was already there. So I just thought, it’s not worth risking looking now, he won’t have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn’t until the next morning, Göran had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There it was; he’d replied to me.

It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he’d supplied me with a list of the stories he’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again won’t go into detail, but when I couldn’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he’d written.

I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldn’t stop reading.

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well I’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what I’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.

So back to my predicament.

 “My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?”
“They're nothing. I read them with my husband.”
“You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!”
“But they’re just stories.”
“Ok then. Let’s see shall we? I’ll print one out, and you can read it to me.”
“If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?”
“Well maybe. Let’s see if it gets me turned on first.”

He’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, he’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
“Come-on then, you sit here and I’ll stand behind you.”
He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me down. I didn’t know if I would be able to read the dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran finding out what a wicked woman I’d been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
“Please no. I don’t like you touching me.”
“I don’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven’t got your knickers off.”

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like I’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
“P p please d don’t.”
“Just keep reading.”
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.

“My! That does do it for you.”
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didn’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
“Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?”
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over with.

Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn’t making my control any easier; he’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my Göran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor.  Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.

When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Please. My Göran doesn’t like anyone smoking in the house.”
“But he’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?”
“Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in.”
“Well at least then he won’t smell your cum stain on the carpet then.”
And with that he’d looked down and nodded towards where I’d been writhing about. And yes I’m ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, feeling so ashamed again.

“Will you promise not to tell Göran now?”
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
“Well you were pretty good, so I guess you’ll be safe for now. But I’ll keep this lot, it’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before we’re done here.”
“Please I’ve done what you asked me to.”
“I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasn’t that bad was it?”

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both Johan’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I’d finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what I’d just done for him. I know I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didn’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what I’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
“MRS ERRICSON. MRS ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?”
It was Stenn’s voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to tell my husband, so I’d have no option but to satisfy them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as they appeared at the bottom.

“Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered.”
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
“Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan.”
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
“Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to Göran?”
“We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?”
“Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don’t”

“Well turn around then; we’ll do it down stairs.”
“No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom.”
“No. I’ve said I’ll do it for you. But I’m not defiling my husband’s bedroom.”
“You stupid bitch! Don’t you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there.”
The anger and menace in Stenn’s voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I made my way up the few remaining steps, someone’s hand was forcing itself up in between my legs.

“Please don’t do that, I beg you.”
The hand kept forcing and before I’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
“You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then I’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you won’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs.”
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty probing deep into me.

This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.

“I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked.”
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.

Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must be stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.

Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.

Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
“Oh fucking yes! She’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her.”
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I’ve ever had.

“See if you can find a camera, they’re bound to have one. We’ve got to get a picture of her face like that.”
You might have thought that on hearing Stenn’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didn’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me.  My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I’m not sure. I wasn’t there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were flowing through every vein in my body.

When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my Göran’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what I’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how could I do what I’ve just done? I feel so bad.

But the photo’s! They’re on Göran’s camera!
“Hey! You have to delete those pictures.”
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
“Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!”
“Please I didn’t mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?”

“That’s better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there’s no way these pictures are getting deleted.”
“But please if my Göran finds them.”
“Well little miss computer. You’d better take them off this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I can’t download them when I get home, then you’d better have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I’ll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They’ll be too big to email.”
“Don’t try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know what the fuck she’s going on about?”
“I think so, but we’d be better off asking Johan, he understands these computers. I’ll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is.”

“Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up.”
“Can I put some clothes on, please?”
“Well don’t fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming into the house, you’re going downstairs, clothes or no clothes.”
I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he’d pulled from my hand, and thrown back onto the bed.

So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder I’d made.
“Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?”
“Yes she’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this.”
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I’d ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I’d gone from pleasure the like of which I’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I don’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes I’d now been unfaithful to my Göran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they haven’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn’t find out. He’d take my babies from me, and then I’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that I’d done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from Göran.

I’d heard their loud banter going on, as they’d been going through the pictures that I’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadn’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
“Look at that. You’ve zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount of cum oozing from it.”
Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in the doorway. I’d been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of the most private and sacred part of my body.

Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
“You’re back. I’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, I’ll bring some blank CD’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size.”
“But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight.”
“Yes, that’s not a problem is it? They won’t damage it.”
“But if Göran finds them?”
“Look you weren’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldn’t come up with some of the filth that’s in the stories she reads. This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard.”

“Please don’t say things like that about him?”
“Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?”
“That’s not the truth. His stories are not filth.”
”What all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don’t call that filthy?”
“It’s not like that.”

“I beg to differ. That’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me.”
“I know there are animals, but it’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important.”
“Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no deleting any, or down sizing them.”

As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as I’ve already confessed, I’m a dirty bitch. I don’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, he’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.

“Fucking hell Stenn, haven’t you had enough for one day?”
“Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it.”
“Yes that’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and she’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.”
“But it won’t take me long boss. Please. I’ll do and hours overtime tonight without pay.”
“But you’ve already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow.”
“Ok, I’ll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our fingers out.”
“Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don’t need any fore-play. And don’t fuck yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished.”

“So does that go for me as well?”
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead I’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long I’d be on the floor.
“Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same time, I’ll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven’t got time for swapping about.”

So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.

I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. But I couldn’t get my lips to utter the words.

Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.

This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now I’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.

Then as my Göran’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.

“Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?”
“Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much.”
“Hey Camilla. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“Well I know that, but you don’t usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?”
“No nothings wrong, it’s just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle.”
“Come here.”

His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see much any more.”
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
“Ah. It’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here.”

“Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top.”
“So how did you get involved with helping them out?”
“Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts.”
“She’s being modest. Without her help, we’d never have cum up so many useful sites.”
“Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I’ll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?”
“Yes. We’ll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work.”

“I’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say.”
Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he’d turned to look at me.
“It’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day.”
“No Göran. There’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.”
“No darling. Let me finish. There’s no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him.”
“That’s right. But if there’s something I can do for your good lady, I’ll be only too pleased to help.”

“See my dear. Well it’s like this Johan, as I say she’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?”
“Why of course we will.”
“But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don’t like smoking in the house.”
“Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought.”
“No problem Mr Holmlund. Loather doesn’t smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we’re working. I’m sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding.”
“Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you’ll have something to keep you busy. Ok I’m going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don’t see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye.”

With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I’m just bad.

The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I’d closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.

So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
“Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes thank you. I suppose you’ve got those blank CD’s you want burning?”
“Well yes I have, but I’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn’t want to let him down, now would we?”

By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
“Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?”
“No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you.”
Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn’t get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.
“Well aren’t you going to ask what the idea is?”
“I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not.”

Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he’d been talking.
“Don’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here.”
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of ‘Oh God!’ was now more one of ‘Oh Shit!’
“I promise I wasn’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do.”

Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
“See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today.”
Then turning to me.
“Aren’t you my dear?”
“Yes. I’ll do what ever you want.”
“I think you meant – Yes Master.”
“I’m sorry Master. Yes Master.”

“See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband’s camera, and be quick about it.”
I didn’t want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran’s camera. But I’d decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.
“Good girl, I’ll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we’ll all go and do what your husband asked. We’ll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we’ll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots.”

“But what if anyone calls to visit me?”
“Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture.”
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.
“Get stripped off first, and don’t rush. Put some music on, and let’s see you move your body.”
We can all think that we’re good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.
I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn’t feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.

“Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks.”
“Hang-on boss, you’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?”
“Yours? I didn’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain.”
“That’s not fair boss I pull my weight.”
“Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it.”

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can’t be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can’t actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.

“Well you know the sun-trap?”
“We ought to, that’s what we’ve been building these last few days.”
“Well wouldn’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions.”
“I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we’ll be able to do what we want with her. But we’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.”
“But boss, surely we haven’t got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we’re whacked out?”
“Sorry Stenn. We’ll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven’t got much more to do, then as far as I’m concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband’s car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt.”

“Ok boss. But I bet we’re finished before 12:00.”
“Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want.”
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.

So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can’t call it rape, it certainly wasn’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
“Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?”
“No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won’t know what’s going on.”
Stenn butted in.
“I don’t suppose it will matter, I’ve read these kind of stories before, and they’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned.”
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
“No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night.”
“What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse.”

So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.

I’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
“Stenn. Fuck me Stenn.”
“You what!”
“Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick.”
“Fucking hell she’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it.”

He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
“Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard.”
Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn’t read the story any more, because I’d lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he’d taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I’d be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn’t just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.

They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I’m sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they’ll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.

I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran’s camera, which contained the pictures they’d taken of today’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.

So off I go, and before long there are three CD’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.

I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD’s when I hear someone at the front door.
“Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
“I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it’s a sunny day, I thought I’d come and help you try it out.”
“Well you’re welcome to try it out, but they’re still working out there.”

And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
“God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?”
“Well in a way it Göran’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they’re decent.”
“I’ll say they’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat.”

“Oh Lena. You’re wicked.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tempted to go out there and molest him?”
“Don’t be so silly. They’re working. And you know I’ve got my Göran.”
“You might have Göran, but he’s not here, and they are. Working or not, I’m gonna’ go out there and see if I can divert their attention.”
With that she started stripping her dress off.
“You can’t be serious Lena.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got my bikini on under this.”
“Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers.”
“Well are you gonna’ put your costume on and join me?”
“Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I’ve just put a new cover on it. I’ll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?”

“No I think I’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me.”
“Oh they’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s the phone, I’ll have to get that first, once I’ve got changed I’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you’re almost naked, and you don’t even know those guys.”
“Don’t worry, all men are the same, I’ll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out.”
I remember thinking, if you’re not careful, they’ll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I’d be in if they needed me.

So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they’d soon be finished.

Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I’d make my way outside. She’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.

“Lena. Are you alright?”
“God Camilla. Where have you been?”
“Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon.”
“Let me get in the house, and I’ll tell you. It’s your bloody builders.”
I turned around and walked back to the house with her.
“My builders. Why what have they done.”
“Me! That’s what they’ve done. They raped me!”
Now this wasn’t the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.
“Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?”

By now we were back indoors, and I’d poured her a stiff drink.
“Now tell me what happened.”
“Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if he’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest.”
“Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; you’re not exactly dressed like a nun. You might know you’d be giving him ideas.”
“Well yes, but I never expected that he’d rape me.”

“So what happened?”
“Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress.”
“And then he got on top of you?”
“Well not straight away.”
“Go on then, what happened next?”
“Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didn’t mean to pull his shorts down.”
“Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?”
“Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself.”
“So who’ll believe that? So I guess once you’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?”

“It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn’t stop.”
“Well really Lena, did you expect them to?”
“I guess not. But you promise you won’t tell my Christer?”
“Don’t be silly, you know I won’t say a word. But are you alright?”
“Yes. It wasn’t that they hurt me; I guess it was quite pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, and not knowing who was watching.”
“Well no need to worry about that, which is why we picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you say you were telling them no.”
“I think I’ll go home and get a shower, my Christer finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed before he comes home.”
“Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, and we'll sunbathe together then.”
“Ok will do, bye for now”

So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least she’s held up the work, so they won’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, she’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, she’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well who do you believe? I guess it doesn’t really matter who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and like I said, it had held up the building work, so they still hadn’t finished.

Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
“Oh god, here we go again.”
“Hold-up there Stenn. I said we’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on.”
So I looked like I’d be safe until the job was done.
“Have you done those photos for us?”
“Yes there’s three CD’s on the kitchen table.”
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.

Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
“Here’s the CD’s. I’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to dash; I’ll lock the house when I go. I’ll get back as soon as I can, but if you’re gone by the time I get back, promise you won’t tell anyone about what you found on my PC.”
“Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your children come first. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little boy. Take care.”

Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didn’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.

After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and Göran answered it.
“Camilla, it’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice."
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
“Hello, Camilla speaking.”
“Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck.”
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
“What’s wrong dear? Who is it?”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Err. It’s no one dear.”
“But you’ve gone all pale, you look terrified.”
“Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend’s dog has died.”

Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
“Now I wonder why you’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet you’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again.”
“Well who is it?”
“It’s just someone from work, but she’s too upset, that’s why her husband has rung me.”
“Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there’s nothing you can do to help.”
Stenn spoke up again.
“Tell him she wants you to go around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me.”
“No I couldn’t possibly come out now.”
“What do they want you to do?”
“Oh it’s ok; he just wanted me to go around. She’s upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it’s too late for me to go out now.”
“You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after everything here.”
“If you don’t come now, I’ll put a copy of this CD in the post to your husband.”

My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and considerate.
“Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday Inn. Don’t be late, other wise I’ll be sending this CD, or at least a copy of it.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?”
“Don’t be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. I’ll wait up for you.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no need to wait up.”
“Well I’ll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself off, and help your friend out.”

The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I knew I didn’t want to meet this guy, and I’d been getting more and more nervous as I’d travelled along. But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his window slid down, Stenn’s face appeared, revealing his smug grin.

“Come on slut, I haven’t got all fucking night. Get that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger side.”
I didn’t reply, but now realised that Stenn would be even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn’t got the watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand forcing its way into my crotch.
“Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread your legs so I can get at your cunt.”
I did as he’d ordered, and as I slid forwards, his fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with his fingers.

“Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get stripped off.”
There were no niceties like please or thank you, just cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and within seconds he was climbing into the back to join me. He hadn’t stripped, just undone his belt and lowered his trousers.
I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon fucking me like he hadn’t got a second to loose. And indeed, he was cuming up inside me before I’d even started to get relaxed.

“Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now.”
I’d thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out I said.
“Ok you’ve had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back now?”
“Back! Are you joking? I’m keeping that; it will give me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
I’d pulled the door handle, but he must have had some kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.
“I was going back home, I’ve done what you wanted.”

“You’re going where I take you; I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“But please. I’ve let you make love to me. My Göran is waiting up for me.”
As he started the engine, and the car drove off down the road at great speed, he said.
"He’ll have a long wait then, wont he?”
“Please I’m begging you, my children might need me.”
“They don’t need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you’re going where you can make better use of your talents.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or I’ll have to gag you.”

I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we drove off into the darkness on roads I didn’t recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three were massive, like bodyguards.
“Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it straight away or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand me?”
I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there trembling and nodded.
“I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking understand me?”
“Y Y Yes. I I’m sorry.”

With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet the men as they came level with his car. He shook the hand of the old man, who by the body language of everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.
“Get out.”
I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes upon me.

The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, spoke first.
“Let’s see her tits.”
Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he said.
“You heard the man.”
I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of men.
“Yeh, they’re ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend down and show me her goodies.”
Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.

I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.
“Yes, she’ll do. $10,000 wasn’t it?”
“You agreed to pay $20,000.”
“Well. Now I’m saying ten. Unless you want to argue the point with my friends back here?”
And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three big bodyguards standing behind him.

Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn’t in a good bargaining position.
“Ok take the fucking bitch; she’s getting fucking sloppy anyway.”
Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in front of him, money still in hand.

“So you think she’s getting sloppy, and you were still going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him down.”
These men didn’t need to be told how to do this; it was obviously something they’d done many times before. They’d produced a rope from their car, and in less than a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his car.

“Right my dear, I’m sure you have cause to want to get even with this man?”
I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I I don’t know.”
“Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?”
“N N No. I just want to go home to my children.”
“But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to me?”
“Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as you’ve done what you want to me.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re coming with me. If you do good, and men like you, I’ll keep you in a hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, or you don’t please men clients, then you’ll end up walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I can sell you on.”

I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make a sentence.
“Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please.”
“Carry on like that, and I’ll sell you on tonight. Get your fucking self together or you’ll only be fit for dog fucking vids.”
“Please I beg you. Sob.”
“If you don’t want to end up making dog fuck movies, you’d better stop that crying.”
“S Sorry. Sniff. I won’t cry. I promise.”

“Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants.”
I didn’t know what this was leading to, but I went to Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, then pulled his belt from his trousers.
“Pull his pants off.”
I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.
“And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse.”
I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. As soon as I’d got them from his feet, the bodyguards moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs spread wide apart.

“Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it right, and you’ll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and you’ll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by this time tomorrow, you’ll have made your first dog-porn movie. Do you understand me?”
I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told me to.
“Yes.”
“Yes master.”
“Yes Master.”

“Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you can, if you don’t make wheals on his flesh, I’ll have my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good.”
I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked down on his flesh.
“That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and after about ten lashes, he said.
“Ok that will do.”

Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a big rubber dildo.
“Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse.”
Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up inside him.
“Have you got anything to lubricate it?”
“Force it up, make the bastard squeal.”

I didn’t think this was a man to argue with, so I took it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No way was it going to go up there without some kind of lubrication.
“If you don’t get it up, you’re sleeping in my boot and fucking dogs tomorrow.”
I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in my hands.
“Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to wet it.”

He was of-course right, but neither of these options appealed to me. His look told me I hadn’t got long to make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased the big dildo up inside myself. I’d soon got it going up to full length inside me, and my juices were really flowing. Quicker than I’d expected, and more than usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an audience.

Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it entered.
“Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up him.”
Now although I’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate the dildo, I hadn’t done this to make it easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How long I fucked his bottom for I don’t know, but I began to realise that Hans was talking to me.

“Ok. Ok that’ll do. I think you’ve earned your hotel bed. You can stop now.”
I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.
“I don’t want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we’ll leave him out here.”
I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.
“I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me.”
Then I turned to Hans.
“Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?”
“Ok. Be quick.”

I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.
“Come-on. If you’re not out here in two seconds, you’ll be sorry.”
I’d just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn’s blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.

“Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you’re gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you’ve got to be worth the cost of the petrol.”
He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.
“To Klein’s place.”

As we sped our way along the road, he asked.
“Have you done anal?”
“Yes master.”
“Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?”
“Yes master.”
“Have you fucked with an animal?”
“No master.”
“Will you lick my arse for me?”
“Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?”
“No. But so far you’ve got top marks. You are a bit old, and you’ve had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I’m sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don’t forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I’m selling you on for dog meat.”

He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.
“Here she is, I’ll leave her with you for the night, and I’ll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don’t know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again.”
Then he turned again to me.
“Well go on then, get yourself inside.”
With that he turned around and was gone.

The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.

“Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you’ve been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don’t take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You’ll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don’t be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don’t ask questions. They’ll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?”
“Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?”
“Yes my dear. What is your name?"
"Camilla."
"Very nice, ok, I’ll call you Millie. Now don’t be long.”

He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.
“Come in.”
I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who’d brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren’t you Millie?”
I just tried to answer with what I thought he’d want to hear.
“Sorry daddy.”

“I’ll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they’ll all want to be involved in your punishment. You’d consider that fair wouldn’t you my dear?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?”
They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn’t wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn’t quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.

My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to ‘daddy’.
“So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we’ll each have one slap.”
“I know I deserve it daddy, but please don’t make me take my knickers down.”
I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.
“NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we’ll make it two slaps each. Now come over here.”

He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.
“Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table.”
I did as he’d ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table’s edge.

I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.
“Spread your legs.”
Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table’s edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of ‘daddy’ took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.
“Yelp!”

Then daddy’s hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can’t explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.
“Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don’t rub your hand any higher.”
“You cheeky little bitch.”
“SLAP”
His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.
“Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there.”

As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”

“Ok, let’s see whose next.”
Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn’t be daddy, but I couldn’t see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I’d opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.
“Crack.”

It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn’t already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.
“Yelp.”
Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.
“Ok lads, time to change.”
And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he’d put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.

Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I’d just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.
“Daddy. Please stop him. Don’t let him fuck me.”

As I’d expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.
“Go-on give the bitch a good poking.”
I didn’t have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.

This was so frustrating, they’d no sooner start getting me going before they’d be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I’d never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they’d all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.

I’d only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.
“GET OFF.”
I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.
“HEY BITCH. DON’T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you’re just a slave.”
I’d now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.
“DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open.”

I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I’d probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.
“That’s better; now get your legs open.”
I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I’d drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.

By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.
Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog’s attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.

“Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she’s the right way up.”
With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn’t been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I’d forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it’s hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.

Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I’d had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn’t time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston’s dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.

I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston’s dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in.  Before he’d been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I’d first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.

All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston’s dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston’s, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.

I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.
“Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you.”
I didn’t wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn’t going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!

This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I’d hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I’d managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I’d had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.

So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy’s dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.
“Plop!”

“Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl’s earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I’ll take you up to your room.”
With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o’clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.

“Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?”
I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.
“God! Milli, you look like shit! You’d better get your fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking like that, he’ll fuck off without you. And then he’ll send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can assure you, you won’t like where they take you, or what they’ll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I’ll put a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the bathroom.”

He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I wasn’t able to get up, I just couldn’t see the point in it.
“Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don’t want to see you getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns arrives, you’ll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and then I’ll tell him how good you were last night. It won’t be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and you’ll get well treated if you give the punters what they want.”

I still lay there, not wanting to move.
“Well fuck you then! It’s your funeral. But he’ll be here in less than half an hour, so you’d better make your mind up quick.”
With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty minutes.

“What the fucking hell is wrong with her?”
“Search me. She was great after you left her. And she fucked like a good’n into the early hours. But when I came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can’t get any kind of reaction from her.”
“Well it’s a good job I didn’t pay good money for her. I haven’t got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there’s plenty more out there. I’ll get someone to pick her up later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I know they enjoy a good bitch.”
Then he turned around, and they both left the room.

How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no idea who they were. They literally dragged me across the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van started, and I was thrown from side to side as they sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of the men’s shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes now I could see I was right, he’d carried me into a lift! He turned around, and the lift started going down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors opened. The man now walked out into what I later found out was a large room, where he tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a settee. He didn’t speak, he just turn back around, and I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay there slumped in a heap not having the will or the inclination to move. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t sleep, I was in a form of suspended animation.

The lights went out, I have no idea how long I’d been there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.
“Hey! You! Here’s some food.”
The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I’m now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I just want to die.
The lift is coming again, now the doors open.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven’t eaten a thing all day. Here’s your evening meal. If you don’t sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking to move you on.”
The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its night time again. It could be hours that have passed, it could be days, I have no idea.

The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do hear voices when you’re dead. No I’m just going mad. The lift again. I can’t be dead; otherwise I wouldn’t know it was the sound of a lift.
“You! Look at me.”

No I’m not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily dressed.
“Slap!”
His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings like hell. Well I can’t be dead.
“I said look at me you bitch. That’s better. Now why the fucking hell are you acting like this?”
His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell of his breath was another indication that I was still in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were getting madder by the second.

“Slap!”
“I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up.”
This is difficult to understand, I never even thought about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.
He turned to the man stood next to him.
“She’s fucking flipped. I’m gonna go and ring Helmund, to see if he can find anyone who’ll take her.”
“But what about the filming?”
“She’s not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I can’t think she’ll even be any good to sell for use in a flesh pit. Who’d pay money to fuck that heap of shit?”

They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they weren’t gone very long this time, before I heard the doors opening again.
“Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your senses?”
I didn’t look up.
“Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, but he’s posted a 10,000 euro reward for information about your whereabouts.”
It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down position, to being seated, and stretching myself forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.

“Let me see, please let me see.”
“Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get yourself sat back down there.”
"Please let me see what it says.”
"You sit still; I’ll read the bits you need to know. Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The police think you’ve just run-off with a lover by the looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced that someone must be holding you against your will. Well my dear looks like someone believes in you.”
“Please are you going to let me go home?”

“Now why should we do that?”
“Please, I beg you.”
“But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim the reward, we’ll only just break even.”
“But please, my children need me.”
“Well maybe we can strike a bargain?”
“Anything! I’ll do anything, just please send me home.”

“So at last you’re starting to see sense? Maybe we can strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, you could end up seeing your children again.”
”Please I'm begging you. I’ll do what ever you want, anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to my babies.”
“Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a mess, and smell foul. Then I’ll have some food brought down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I’ll also send down something for you to read. We’ll get you smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll do it real good I promise.”
“Well make sure you do, because I’ll have to lay out money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and that lot doesn’t come cheap.”
“I won’t let you down I promise. Thank you.”

They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I can’t explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to matter; all I could think of was that I would now be able to return home to my children and loving husband.

I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the large folder that contained the story-line for the porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next day.

I read the story, and I’m ashamed to say, I even got worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone approaching, I’d thrown the bed covers off, and been laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I guess it was lots!

Then I put the folder to one side, and started fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it.

When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on the bed.

“Well my dear, now we’ve definitely seen a different side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading that story. Didn’t you?”
“I I just read it because you told me I need to get it right tomorrow.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You were going at it like a thing possessed.”
“No honest. I’m only laid here without the covers on because I was hot.”
“I’ll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we’ve been watching you. Didn’t you realise this place is wired with cameras everywhere. We’ve been watching your every move since you got here. Mind you, up until today, you haven’t been doing much moving. But you’ve made-up for that tonight.”

At that they both started removing their belts, and their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on the right side of this man to make sure he didn’t go back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the best job I could manage.

First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, it didn’t matter who or what supplied it!

They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, and about 1 o’clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. This I ate as though I’d not eaten for days, which I suppose isn’t surprising, as I hadn’t had very much to eat over the last few days.

After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself ready, and by ten o’clock a hairdresser/beautician had arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for the filming. So by twelve o’clock I was upstairs and ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to either perform with me in the film, or were involved in the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus men, and two big black dogs.

As I’d already read the story that was to be the basis of the film, I wasn’t surprised to see the dogs. But although I’d already been made to have sex with dogs, seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed having sex with them, it did make me feel a little nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or just tell you what happened?

I’m going for the latter; I’ll tell you what happened, some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of which just took place because that’s the way things went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but probably for their own private use.

The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to the glass patio doors where they spent all their time with their faces slobbering against the glass until they were eventually let back in at the end of the filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was laid in a carrier/car seat.

The film started with me and my husband arriving at the house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. They immediately turn their attention to my baby, threatening her with a knife. My father of-course starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the safe, and bagged-up.

Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is raped.

Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One of my brothers is told to suck my husband’s dick, he at first refuses, but when my baby’s life is once again threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck the other brother’s dick; this is the brother who is on the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. I am told to mount him, and I’m soon astride him, sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from behind, sliding his dick up my arse.

So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being sucked off by my brother, starts cuming. They all change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, and I cum many times. Then as they’ve all spent their last juices, I’m left to relax on the settee, where I lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.

One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been going wild to get in to protect their master (my Father).
“Hey don’t open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to shreds,” says one of the burglars.
Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,
“I don’t think they will. They’ve got a more important task on their mind.”
As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out of their sheaths.

“Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't wait any longer,” snaps the man who’d opened the doors to let the dogs in.
I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.

Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short breather, he’d re-mount and fuck again. This dog session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three separate sessions at me, each session having multiple fucks.

But eventually, the director said,
“Ok boys, that's a wrap.”
With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!

Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I might as well make sure I don’t up-set anyone. It was two hours later, before they were eventually all exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get cleaned up again, and I’d be allowed to go to bed.
“But why can't you just take me straight home once I get cleaned up?”
“It’s not that easy. We have to have the film edited and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you can go home.”
“But how long will that take?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little cunt about things that don’t concern you. We’ll let you go when we’re ready, and if you ask again, you won’t be going home at all.”

With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get through this was to think positive. So I took my breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.

The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples show through. The so called leather knickers were no better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached the floor, and gave me a superficial look of respectability.

It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said earlier, I’d decided to be positive, so I was prepared to go along with this treatment until they got confirmation the film we’d just done was ok. But from then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask how long it would be before they heard about the film, but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.

Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it’s a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started crying.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Snapped one of the men.
“Are you taking me home?”
What on earth made me say that? They wouldn’t be taking me home dressed like this.
“Home? You know we’re not doing that until we get the film rushes.”
“No. I mean yes. I’m sorry. It’s just. Nothing, I’m sorry. I’ll be alright in a moment.”
I was having real difficulty stringing words together to make a cohesive sentence.
“You’d better be. We’ll be arriving at the punter's place soon.”

The car pulled up at the doors to an underground garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They knocked on the door.
“Come in,”

We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one corner were the film crew that I recognised from yesterday, all twelve of them.
“Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you will. We’ll be back to collect what's left of her when you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves.”
And with that the two men who’d brought me, turned and left.

I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so standing here, and not really knowing what these men were going to do, I began to get very frightened.
“Ok you can take that coat off now.”
Said one man. I won’t try to describe who said what, as I have no idea who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said what is now a blur.
I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing proud through the holes in the bra. I’m not sure if I was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.

“Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your legs so we can see your cunt.”
His tone was very demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, it started revolving slowly around. This was reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me lashed to last week, except this time I was standing up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had whips of one kind or another, and they were now starting to bring them into play.

They started gently, or at least most of the men did, more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I flinched every time one of his blows made contact with my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving from the others was starting to have an effect, and I could feel myself getting aroused.

As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really getting me aroused.

Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn’t got a flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men were still running their whips gently across my naked flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into attaching clips onto my flesh.

This was as I’d expected from seeing photos, very painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the average dick height of most of the men. One man approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.

Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These men positioned themselves, so that they could push the swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin flowing, and even though the men were now starting to stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at my face.

Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just about every part of my body, I had clips and needles all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small table, where they laid me face down. Then without warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.
“Crack!”
If I’d thought that man was being sadistic before with his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he had just been tickling me.
“Crack!”
And again.
“Crack!”
The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced, as the lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They didn’t stop, and although I didn’t look around, I could somehow tell it wasn’t just one man doing it. I went past tears, and blacked out.

When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my back, fucking my arse. They weren’t bothered whether I was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on the table I’d just been whipped on.

The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once again, I went from tears to screams, and then to blacking-out within a very short time.

And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn’t make it obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!

All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact words I can’t remember, but it was something like.
“She’s an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they couldn’t get her to cooperate, and they were going to dump her?”
“Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell for it.”
“What’s that then?”
“They told her that her husband had posted a reward, and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect the reward instead of having her.”
“And has he?”
“Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as she thinks he has, she’ll do as she’s told. And they’ve got one film in the bag, and she’s well on her way to being trained.”
“So she doesn’t know its all shit?”
“No. They’ll string her along for a few weeks, making as much money as possible out of her. This film today will be worth a bomb. I’ll bet just the two films over the last two days will have more than cleared her cost.”
“So what if she turns into a zombie again?”
“She’ll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she realises, that it’ll only take a few beatings to get her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, and dump her.”
“Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we marked her up.”
“She’s only a fucking whore; this is all she’s any good for. Hang on, looks like she’s coming around.”

I’m sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was going to do. I could resign myself to this life of debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly what happened, without it being a conscious decision. But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband and children gave me the determination to fight this. But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as they wanted without any resistance. All I could think was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no idea.

I endured their depraved amusement for about another thirty minutes, before the last man decided he’d had enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. The doors were closed, and off they sped.

“The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting beyond a joke.”
Said the driver.
“You can’t expect any different at this time in the afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people are going home from a hard days work.”
Replied the other man sarcastically.
The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.

“Shit. Fucking red light.”
The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I knew the rear doors couldn’t be opened from the inside of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would operate from the controls on the rear door, or at least, they did on the way here this morning.

The lights changed to green, I hit the window down button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear door release button pressed. Then with the car beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I’d rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see the car I’d just jumped from had stopped some fifty metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other men at my side, he’d just given me up as a bad job, got back in his car, and the car shot off into the distance.

The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a fashion leather coat must have given me some protection from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to go home and look after our children. They kept me in overnight, but I was released the next day.

What did the police say? Well as I told them that I’d lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to tell him, he would listen, but he’d never push me.

Well that’s my story told. No I lie. That wasn’t quite the end, some two months later; the police arrived at our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell us, the film was available on the internet. It was impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone recognises you, and either makes comments, or propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad about what he'd seen me do in that film.

The police left, and it was some months before anything relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, maybe I’ll tell this story some other time.

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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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I’m a school teacher, and I look after twenty-eight small children in a little school. As my little red Corsa makes its way through the windy roads of the Mendips, I begin to question my decision to meet this man on my own. He was a guy I’d met on the internet, a couple of years younger than me, but we’d hit it off talking on MSN. I was nervous; of course I always was when I met someone for the first time, especially alone. But he gave me all the signs of being genuine and we were meeting in a pub. So there was no real cause to be afraid.

Well too late now, here’s the Black Boar, and I’m rolling into the car-park. God! That must be him; it’s the only red FreeLander in the car park. He is sitting up there so high, and god is he handsome. Now he’s recognised my car, and he's getting out. Now he’s at floor level, he’s smaller than I’d expected, which is good, as I’m not tall myself. He’s only slightly built, with short hair. Well this is it, I open my door, and he is walking towards me.

“Hi. You have to be Marion. Boy this feels strange.”
“Yes that’s me, so I guess you’re Robin. But why strange?”
“Meeting you in the flesh, well not exactly in the flesh, but face to face at last. And I was right; you do have such a pretty face.”
“Ok enough with the flattery, we’re not talking on MSN now.”
“Sorry, but even though this is our first meeting, I feel like I know you.”
“That’s ok, but don’t take that as a signal that you can get too familiar.”
“Ok, I’ll behave myself. It's obvious you’re a school teacher; you know how to put someone in their place. Well can I treat you to a meal?”
“I’m not sure, but I could definitely use a drink.”

We go inside and his conversation is light and frivolous, with no sense of urgency or pressure. This, and the two drinks I’ve just downed, give me the confidence to take this meeting to its next level. After all, I’ve been talking about sexual acts with this man for some weeks now, and the idea of this meeting was to satisfy my aching pussy.
“Ok you smooth talking bastard, I think you’d better get me back to your den of iniquity before I have too much to drink. More to the point I want to see if you can live up to your late night promises.”
“Well if you’re sure you want to go through with this, I’m ready when you are.”

So minutes later, we’re both in his big 4 x 4 bowling our way around the narrow country lanes. We are travelling away from my native territory, and soon I’m travelling down roads that I don’t recognise. But I feel confident that he knows where he’s going. Then we turn-off the tarmac roads, and start bouncing our way along a very narrow bumpy cart track.
“Where the hell do you live? In the middle of a forest?”
“Yes.”
“Really? This isn’t just a short cut to somewhere?”
“No. My house is at least five miles as the crow flies from any other building. And the tracks through this forest confuse the most ardent of walkers, with their stupid little ordnance survey maps. We get them wandering around lost all the time.”

Jokingly I said,
“So I guess once you’ve got me to your place, there'll be no point in me trying to escape?”
“None at all. What with the marshes and quick sand around here, you’d be lucky to be alive tomorrow morning.”
Well at the time I thought I was joking, but as the old saying goes, 'Many a true word spoken in jest.'
I gave a half hearted laugh.
“Ha Ha. You are joking I hope?”
“No not really. But you’ve no need to worry, I’ll take you back as soon as I’ve got that little pussy of yours purring.”
I blushed, but let his remark go without comment.

“Is it much further?”
“Well not in miles, but the path gets trickier ahead, so it’ll take us about another ten minutes.”
“Jesus! It gets worse than this?”
Just then we came to what looked like a small clearing, with two more tracks leading from it. But we took off into what looked like blind trees. There was a track, but it was so overgrown, branches lashed against the sides of his Land Rover. The ground below us was just a quagmire of muddy water.
“Ok so you were right. Don’t tell me you have to use this track every day to go to work and back?”

“Don’t be silly, I don’t live out here. This is an old hunting lodge; I use it with some friends of mine when we go shooting.”
“So why aren’t we going to your house?”
“Well somehow, I don’t think my wife would get on to well with you.”
“WIFE? You told me you were single.”
“I told you lots of things, but that doesn’t mean they were true.”

I instinctively reached for the door handle, but it had no effect. There must be some master control he’d switched off. But even if I’d been able to open the door and get out, how or where would I run to?
“You Bastard!”
“What’s wrong?”
“You lied to me.”
“Fucking hell, don’t tell me you’ve been honest about everything you’ve told me?”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“So that means you’re coming here to be fucked?”
I blushed again.
“Well yes.”
“So what’s changed, you didn’t expect me to commit to getting married to you first did you?”
“No but...”
“But nothing. We’ll have a good time, and then I’ll take you back to the pub. Where’s the problem?”

I didn’t reply, I just sat there feeling somehow cheated, but he was right, what difference did it make him being married? Now ahead I saw a clearing, but there were five big 4 x 4’s of various makes parked around in front of a wooden lodge. The smoke was billowing from the chimney, and the lights were burning bright from all the windows.
“That’s good, they’ve got the fire already lit for us, and it’ll be nice and warm in there.”
“THEY? WHO THE HELL ARE THEY? THIS ISN'T WHAT I AGREED TO.”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, nobody’s gonna harm you.”

We pulled to a stop, and both doors opened, he jump from his side, and I climbed down from mine. He walked around to the front, and stood holding his hand out to me. I stood there looking back at the deep rutted muddy quagmire or a track that we just arrived by. All around were marsh and scrub land, and I thought about the quicksand he mentioned. I wanted to run, but I knew it was impossible.
“Well are you going to try your luck, or are you coming in to meet my friends?”

“You’re lying bastard, and I’d never have left the pub if I’d known.”
“Don’t get so worked up, I’m only going to make one of your fantasies come to life for you, you should be grateful.”
“One of my fantasies? What do you mean?”
“Come-on inside, you don’t want to spoil the surprise. Come-on we won’t hurt you.”
“Ok, but remember I know who you are, and I told my brother who I was meeting.”
“Well you know one of my identities. But anyway, you’ve got nothing to worry about, you’ll be back home tomorrow night, with nothing more than a sore pussy and arse, and you can get your brother to rub them both with some cream.”
“Pack that in. I won’t have you saying things like that.”

“I’ve had enough of what you will or won’t have; you’re the one taking orders from now on. So get your fucking arse in that cabin before I get the hunting dogs out here to round you up. And if you’re thinking of running, they’ll have you surrounded before you get fifty yards. Now fucking move it.”
The tone of his voice was intimidating, and I immediately started making my way towards him. As soon as I was near, his arm went around my shoulder, and he was calm and pleasant again.
“That’s better; you know we’re just going to have fun with you.”

He walked me up to the big front door, and in we went.
“Whoa!”
The door opened into a large room, with a big log fire blazing away in a stone fireplace. Sat around on old armchairs and sofas were seven men. Not all young, the oldest one must have been getting on for my dads age. They all had drinks in their hands, and as the door opened, they all turned to face us.
“Ok guys, the main attraction has arrived, and I don’t think she’s quite as confident as she used to be on the net.”

The door was shut behind me, and I was walked to the area in front of the fire place. There were various remarks being made about my personal appearance, mostly complimentary, even if crude and cheeky.
“Well Marion my little sex bomb, I hope you’re on the pill.”
“Look, I told you I’d only agree to sex, if you’re wearing a condom.”
“But as I’ve just told you, you’re the one taking orders from now on. And if you think we’re pissing around with rubber wellies (rubber hunting boots) on our dicks, then you’re very much mistaken.”
“But that was what we’d agreed. And it was supposed to be just us two; there was never any mention of any more men getting involved.”

“You’re not very bright for a school teacher, hasn’t it sunk in yet? What you agreed has nothing to do with what you’re gonna get. Over the past few months, we’ve took it in turns to talk to you on line. Sometimes on our own, sometimes, with up to five of us on line with you at the same time. So we know all your little fantasies, even the things that you are curious about, but say you’re not sure you’d dare to try. Well tonight Marion, is your night, your going to try everything you’ve ever mentioned, and maybe a few more ideas, that you’ve never even heard of. So its up to you whether you resist, or go with the flow, either way, makes no difference to us. You can’t escape. You can make as much noise as you want. And you haven’t got a fucking clue where you are, or who you’re with. So if you’re stupid enough to visit a police station after we’ve finished with you, all you’ll succeed in doing is letting a load of hairy arsed PC plods spread your legs for you, and gaup at the cum running from your cunt and arse. So my dear, are you stripping off for us? Or do we have to strip you?”

“Look Robin, I thought you were my friend.”
“I’m not Robin, that was a name we made-up between all of us. And I am your friend. All I want is a friendly fuck.”
“Please, I know you’ve got me trapped, and I was stupid to come with you, but if I go along with letting you all fuck me, will you at least wear condoms? I’ve got some with me, so long as you don’t all want too many goes at me.”
“Ok then, we're all reasonable guys. You get stripped off, and start by giving us all a blow job?”

After what he had been suggesting, this seemed like I’d got through to him, and he was human after all, so I jumped at the chance before he changed his mind.
“Oh yes! I’ll blow all of you, and while I’m blowing one, the rest can play with me or finger me wherever they want.”
“What do you say lads, are we ok with that?”
To my relief there was a general round of approval from the men.
“Ok Marion, looks like they’re happy to let you strip off for them, shall I put some music on for you to get down to?”
“You can, but don’t expect a professional striptease.”

He put the CD player on, and I began taking off my clothes, moving as I went, but I was so nervous, I don’t think I made a very good job of it. Gradually as bare flesh became visible, the hands began reaching towards me, and I felt their fingers stroking my skin. Now I was down to my bra and knickers, I had maybe four men, stood-up forming a tight circle around me. Their hands were exploring every part of my body. As my bra came off, I had two mouths clamping like limpets to my nipples, sucking and nibbling. I couldn’t get my knickers down past my waist, as I was unable to stoop with the men so close to me. But my knickers came down all the same, one of the men made sure of that.

Now I was naked, my legs were pulled open, and fingers probed both my arse and pussy. Still being fingered, I was pulled across to where a man was seated, and as I was taken down to my knees, bringing my mouth to his dick, I could now see he was naked. Most of the men were stripping themselves as they fumbled with my body. I took this semi-hard dick to my lips, and soon had a rampant throbbing monster pulsing in my mouth. Fingers were ramming both my pussy and arse, and my nipples were on fire with the nibbling and tweaking they were getting. My pussy had started throbbing, and the earlier fear had subsided. Gradually I began to enjoy the overload of attention my body was receiving.

My head was pulled from the first mans dick, and an already hard member was thrust into my mouth. Which one I had was immaterial to me, and I just kept sucking and massaging the new shaft I’d been given. I could feel the pulsing in my pussy getting stronger, and I began to think an orgasm can’t be far away. Then the fingers pulled out, and my pussy was in a kind of limbo, like a dog panting after it has retrieved and dropped it stick for its master, and is waiting for it to be thrown again. My pussy panted and waited to be satisfied by the next fingers.

Then I felt the big bell-end of a dick, and as it touched my lips, they parted, welcoming it in.
“Agg agg agg agg.”
I tried in vain to shout back asking if he’d got a condom on, but my head was firmly held onto the other mans dick. So now the man behind me was up my pussy thrusting for all he was worth. And although I somehow knew he hadn’t got a condom on, I was powerless to stop him. But worse was that I was powerless to stop my pussy from giving him the impression that I was enjoying it!

My body was being worked from every conceivable angle, and I knew an orgasm was inevitable, and it would be upon me pretty soon. Oh no, he’s coming to his vinegar strokes, and I can’t stop myself. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah god! Fucking hell was that good. He pumped every last drop of his cum deep up inside me, and my pussy exploded, flooding juice everywhere. Oh god was that good; never mind what my sensible head was thinking, my pussy really needed that fucking.

The man in my mouth withdrew his dick, and I expected my head to be pulled to another man, but no, I was now manoeuvred across the floor. One of them was already on his back, and I was led across, and positioned astride him. I didn’t resist as they lowered me down, and my pussy slid onto his mighty shaft. Then I had a dick pushed to my mouth, and as he started fucking my face, I settled down for another fucking session.

But someone was fingering my arse, and not just with one finger! As his fingers pulled out I could feel his dick pushing hard at my bottom. The fingering had lubricated my hole, and it didn’t take much force by this big dick, to open it back up, and allow it to ease its way in. Now I’ve been fucked in the pussy loads of times, and fucked in the arse just a few, but never before at the same time. I’ve obviously seen it on porno, and mused with the idea of having a go, but I'd always expected it to be on my own terms, and done gently. Not being forced to take three big dicks at the same time, and all delivered as though there wasn’t a moment to loose.

So even though I was by now well and truly turned on, this rough pounding was still unnerving me. But as they fucked relentlessly on, without a care as to my feelings, my tension and anger melted, and my pussy started to work its magic. I’d got three dicks, two mouths on my nipples, and I don’t know how many hands everywhere around my naked body. How could I possibly not start working towards another orgasm? But now to my disappointment, the man in my pussy and the one in my arse, both started cuming within seconds of each other. But I’d only just got over my anger, at being forced into this situation, so my orgasm was only just like storm clouds on the horizon.

The man got up off my back, and I was pulled up off the man on the floor, but only to be lowered back down onto the man whose dick I’d just been sucking. This time, I was expecting the dick to start probing my arse, and sure enough, he was there, pumping his big hard length deep into me. Another man had given me his dick to suck on, and the action recommenced. But this time I was resigned to my fate, and already partially worked up. So before they were ready to cum, my pussy was reaching meltdown, and although I had already had several minor flutters, I was struggling to hold my major explosion until I detected them on their final approach.

Well I succeeded, and as I felt the man up my arse quicken his pace, I let my senses go wild. My pussy was in spasms, clamping the dick as it was on it’s withdraw stroke, squeezing the cum from his mighty shaft. And the tightening of my pussy automatically drew the flesh, giving the dick up my arse the same treatment. Without realising, I’d also begun sucking the dick in my mouth, like my life depended on it. Well to say that was a great fuck would be an understatement; it was like no fuck I’ve ever known. And judging by the three men, I don’t thing any of them would disagree.

So as they all slumped down exhausted, was I allowed to rest for giving such an exceptional performance? What do you think? There were three more men pumping their dicks in and out before my pussy had stopped pulsing. And my body had started working its way to another climax, but this one did not prove to be so outstanding, though never the less pleasant. This kind of treatment went on without any pause, well not for me anyway, for over an hour and a half! When they did eventually tell me I could have a breather, I just slumped down on the sofa, totally naked, not attempting to cover up at all. I had spunk dribbling from both my pussy and arse, and streaks of it all over my body. I’d swallowed god knows how much, and how much was still in my womb looking for eggs to fertilise I have no idea.

Someone brought me a drink, and I took a swig, then about had a coughing fit, as I was not used to whisky.
“Cough Cough Cough Cough. Oh god! I didn’t realise it was whisky. No thanks. I never drink spirits.”
“Get it down you; you’ll need a bit of Dutch courage soon.”
“What do you mean? I thought you’d finished with me.”
"What ever gave you that idea? The night is still young, and we haven’t seen the limits that pussy of yours will go to yet.”
“No please, no more. I’ve let you all fuck me in what ever way you wanted, please take me back now.”

“Do you want this drink? If not we might as well get you started on your next fantasy.”
“No. I won’t do it what ever it is you’ve got planned.”
Then two men carried a low wooden table, maybe 30 cm high & wide, and about a metre long, and placed it in the middle of the floor, about where we’d just been fucking.
“Ok, but I’m sure a few glasses of this would make it easier for you.”
“I’m not doing it. I’m not. I’ll fucking scratch and kick like a wild animal.”
“Don’t be silly. If you don’t get yourself over to that table, and get yourself spread out face down along it, then we’ll get the bull-whips, and thrash your fucking hide, until you can't stand-up. So you’ll end-up going home, with marks you’ll have to try and explain to your mom and dad. But you’ll still have given us our little performance. So come-on now, be sensible.”

“Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob. Please don’t make me. Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob.”
“Dry your eyes, and drink a few of these down.”
“Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob Sob. I I don’t want a drink.”
“Ok, then lets have you on the table.”
He stood there holding out his hand towards me. I got to my feet, and he led me to the table, like a lamb to the slaughter. I was laid face down, and men either side took hold of my arms and legs. I was bound to the legs of this low wooden table in the kneeling position on my hands and knees.

Before I’d heard the dogs being brought in, I’d already guessed that was what I was being prepared for. Now running into the room came two big German Shepard dogs, both with long tongues hanging out and panting away. They wasted no time at all in finding my pussy, and they were both soon lapping away with those big long tongues. Well I suppose I have to admit that sex with dogs is one of my fantasies, I’ve seen loads of pictures, and a few videos. It fascinated me for a long while, and I’ve talked to guys on the net about it. But it was one thing, which I never would have had the courage to try.

Well now it was happening, and not in private, but in front of a room full of perverted bastards who’d tricked me out to their hunting lodge. So as with the double fucking, this session started with me being on edge, and not really in the mood to try this out. But also like the double fucking I’d just been given, it didn’t take these dogs long to melt away my resistance. Their tongues were so forceful, and also so long, this was a licking like no other licking I’d ever been given.

Although I was bound to the table, at this point it would not have been necessary, as I had now resigned myself to taking my first dog fucking. And in fact, the licking I was getting had got me to the point where I couldn’t wait for one of the dogs to mount me. But before either of them started to climb aboard, I had one of the men kneeling himself down in front of my face, with his big hard dick pointing to my mouth. I opened my mouth, but as my hands were tied, I could only suck him, and he was stroking his own shaft. The introduction of his dick into my mouth distracted me momentarily. Because, as he was entering my throat, I now had to concentrate on my breathing.

Then without warning, I felt the big heavy weight land on my back, and the front legs tucking themselves around my waist. Now his pointy dick was stabbing wildly around the tops of my legs. That’s it, he’s found his mark, and up it goes. I have to say, it’s a little disappointing, because it is so little. I’d expected something a lot bigger, going by pictures I’d seen. Shit he’s slipped out, and now he's dismounted.

He runs around to where the man is thrusting hard, and starts licking around my mouth, while the man fucks away at my face. But wait, the other dog is mounting me; he lands his weight much more gently, and is up me with his second stab. Then he was thrusting wildly, and although his dick was only small as it slid up the first time, it rapidly began swelling, until it was now not only very long, but big and fat, stretching my pussy.

He rammed me hard and fast, and I was sure I could feel the infamous ‘Knot’ that everybody talks about with dog fucking. It was somehow different to being fucked by a man, as when a man’s dick is fully in, their body and balls slap against you. But this dog, had a massive swelling like a tennis ball in his dick, and as it reached my pussy, it forced itself just a little further in each time. It was almost like my pussy was opening up wider and wider, with every push. I now knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be knotted firmly to me. Oh god, that was almost in. Oh yesssssssssssssss.

Oh my god, I’ve just been double fucked by a gang of brutal bastards, but they never even got close to this! His knot was now securely inside me, and my belly was swollen like I don’t know what! But still his shaft continues to thrust deep into me, pumping like crazy. Oh yes he’s cuming, I can feel it warm inside me. But he just keeps cuming, and it squirting out of my pussy alongside the ramming dick. At last he stops, and instantly dismounts from my back.

So although he is facing the other way, his dick is still firmly locked into my pussy, by the huge knot. Everybody thinks this very amusing, and in someway I’m glad I’m tied to the table. I’ve heard stories of girls being dragged around stuck to the back end of the dog that has just fucked them; at least I’m anchored firmly in one place. The other dog is trying to mount, but he can’t get access, until the first dog yields his position. And the man fucking my face is now about to cum. He pulls out, and starts shooting his cum in my face and hair.

The first dog mounts me again, pushing the intruding dog aside, and ramming me wildly again. This time, I’m already a long way towards being aroused, so when he starts to fuck, I’m humping with him. The second dog is now licking the spunk from my face and hair. All sense of shame or humiliation are gone, and I take the dog like I’m being fucked by my master. I now know the telltale signs of his impending spunk, and I bring my pussy to a crescendo to coincide with his. Oh fucking yesssssssss. Yes. Yes. Oh God Yes.

Boy was that some fuck, my pussy is pulsing wildly even though he is lifting himself off. Oh god, his dicks just slipped out, big fat knot and all. Ugg. The second dog lands on my back like a sack of potatoes. His dick stabs, and he’s found my hole. Oh yes, he’s bigger this time, he must have been getting worked-up while he was watching. Now his knot is pushing at my hole. Oh yes, that's it. He's in! No problem this time.

Now like the first dog, his dick and knot are stretching my pussy, and he’s ramming relentlessly. I begin to think my best plan is to try to get as aroused as I can, as quickly as possible. But as my hands are tied, all I have at my disposal it my imagination. So as he humps, I visualise the men all around me, like they were earlier. I feel my orgasm building, and I know it will only take a signal from the dog, to make my pussy once again explode.

Now the dog begins his jerking action, and I feel his spunk squirting inside me. My pussy begins pulsing, and flooding juices from around his pumping dick. He pumps spunk for what seems an eternity. But eventually, he is spent out, and drops himself to the floor. I’m pleased to find my plan of getting myself as aroused as possible has worked, and as he turns away from me, his big swollen dick, knot and all, pull out with an audible, “Plop.”

I half expected they’d let the first dog re-mount me, but I was pleasantly surprised to hear,
“Ok boys, I think that will do for tonight’s entertainment.”
And with that they began to untie me. I was helped to my feet, and then allowed to dress. Within minutes, I was being thrown from side to side as the big 4 x 4 made its way back along the rough track through the forest. We travelled in silence, and the journey took for ever. But eventually we stopped, and Robin turned to me,

“Ok girl. Hope you’re ok. I don’t think we hurt you. Your car is over there. I’ll look for you on line, but I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me. No hard feelings?”
I gave him the most menacing look I could muster,
“Fuck-off you bastard, if I thought it would do any good, I’d phone the police.”
And with that I slammed the door as hard as I could; I’m surprised the door glass didn’t break. There was a scrubbing noise of tyres, and the wheels spun on the loose gravel surface as he sped away.

Well that’s the end of that tale, and I guess the moral is, don’t trust anyone. Did he try to contact me on line? Did I talk to him and his friends? Did we arrange another meeting, where one of his friends brought along a horse? The only way you’ll know is to read part two.

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I’m not sure if other people around the world know exactly what I mean by those descriptions; the rail-train was a big old fashioned steam locomotive, pulling lots of passenger carriages, as well as freight trucks along steel rails. But a land-train is like a massive lorry that runs along the dirt roads, pulling about three or four big trailers, which would normally be used to carry the ore from the mine. But now as the train heads back to the mine, it is the method of transport used to travel to these remote parts.

My story really starts whilst on the rail train travelling to this drop-off point. I’m sitting in this compartment with one man, and a mother with two children, a boy of around six, and a girl of about sixteen. We’d hardly got underway before the woman said as she looked across to me,
“Pom eh?”
“Err yes. I’m over here to work as a children’s nanny.”
“Didn’t they give you any advice on what to wear?”
“Wear? Why, I’m not dressed inappropriately am I?”

I was wearing a pair of slacks (the ladies version of trousers, this was before Jeans had started to be worn by girls), and a sort of tennis blouse, and I definitely didn’t think that was too sexy.
“That depends where you’re actually going to, but this train doesn’t go anywhere, that the stuff you’ve got on would be right for.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean, I’m not showing any leg, or even anything else for that matter.”

“Look my dear, out here, men are men, and there ain’t many women, but the ones that are here fall into two groups. You’re either looked on as a whore or you’re treated with respect like one of the family. So I guess you looking after children will want to be thought of as a family girl, respectable that is. Well dressed in pants, unless you can shear sheep, swear, and fight as good as a man, you’re gonna’ get one hell of a hard time. They’ll reduce you to tears, and you’ll be catching the next train home.”

“So you think I should wear a dress or skirt?”
“Depends on what kind of dresses you've got?”
“I’ve got some in my case, but I can hardly open that now, you know, with that man sitting there.”
“Don’t you mind me missy, I won’t take no notice of what you’ve got in your case.”
“Aw pay him no mind, these Ausi men are like kittens when their on there own, it’s only when they get together in groups, that they can become a menace. You get your case down, and let’s take a look at what you’ve got.”

I lifted my case down from off the rack above our heads, and placed it on the space on the seat next to the man.
“See, that’s the first thing you’ll notice. If you’d have been in a frock, the second you stood up, you’d have seen the men coming in from miles around to lift that case down for you.”
“Well in that case I’m glad I’m wearing slacks.”
“Yes, I guess you could be right, it can sometimes be more trouble than its worth, but never-the-less, it just shows the difference what you wear makes to how you’re treated.”

“But if that’s all this is about, I’m used to doing my own lifting and carrying.”
“No my dear, that is just the niceties, you’ll find a lot of men will be very rude and even aggressive towards you.”
“What’s she expect? Fucking lesbian!”
That was the man sitting opposite, he only mumbled it quietly, but we all heard him.
“Hey you! Watch that foul mouth of yours, I’ve got young’uns in here.”
“Well, what’s she expect? There ain’t enough of it to go around out here in the outback, and when you get some silly bitch whose got all the goods, and don’t know what sex she is; it’s a sin against god, so help me.

“That’s as maybe, but there’s no need for bad language.”
“I’m sorry for my tongue lady, but I bet that there young’un of yours knows what she’s a sitting on!”
And with that he’d nodded towards the young girl. She didn’t blush or appear to be phased by this crude remark, on the contrary, I’m sure she actually eased her legs wider apart, and edged the hem of her dress just a little higher.
“My Doris has been brought-up right, and I’m sure when her time comes, she’ll do her duty and make someone a good wife. But don’t you go assuming this here girl is any less a woman, just cos’ she’s wearing pants.”

Then turning towards me,
“See what I mean? And as I told you, on their own they’re like little kittens. But you get a bunch of them together, and there’s no telling what they’ll do to you. You have to be more careful out here see. The coppers (police) are few and far between, and when you do find one, it’ll be a man, and he’ll have the same attitude.”
“But why would he think I’m a lesbian?”
“Look he’s a man, they’ve only got a few brain cells, and they’re concentrating on where his next drink is coming from.”

“Be careful, he’ll hear you.”
“So what, he’s no match for me while he’s on his own. Anyway girl, lets see what you’ve got that would be suitable for you to wear while your travelling.”
With that she started rummaging through the clothes in my case, the man opposite was taking an interest, and I guess trying to get a look at the underwear being lifted out onto the seat.

The lady asked me where exactly I was travelling to, and when I told her, she looked very concerned. She gave me some very stern warnings about not venturing out of the confines of the house I was working in without an escort of some kind. She explained that women were even rarer in that part of the country than they are in the sheep rearing area where she comes from. She also said there are more whores in that part of the country than respectable women.

“You see the mining companies ship them out on a rota basis to keep the miners from returning back to civilisation, in case they realise what they’re missing, and don’t come back to the mine. So what ever we do, although we want the men to know you’re a girl, we don’t want you looking cheap, or you’ll have even more trouble.”

Then suddenly a look of horror came to her face.
“If you’re going out to the Jennywren mine. That means you’ll be getting off this train at Arnold’s crossing to catch the land train?”
“Yes. Why is that a problem?”
“My god girl, who made your travel arrangements?”
“It was all sorted by my aunt who lives in Melbourne.”
“Well either she lives with her head in the sand, or she doesn’t like you very much.”

“But what’s wrong, I don’t understand?”
“Well she should have told you about what clothes to wear, or more to the point, what not to wear. But letting you come out here on your own, especially having to make a stop at that hell hole. I’d stop over with you myself until the road train comes, but that would mean me and the young’uns having an overnight stay there, and I honestly wouldn’t want to risk that with a girl of her age.”
“What is it you’re so worried about?”

“There are lots of stories going around about things that have happened to women who’ve had to make stopovers there. Oh, nothings ever gone to court or been proven, but all the same, there’s no smoke with out fire.”
“But my aunty showed me, it’s a recognised changeover point, where the railroad crosses the land train route. It got a separate ladies waiting room with its own toilet facilities and everything.”
“Maybe you’re right, I’ve never even got out there all the times we’ve gone past. It just doesn’t have a good reputation.”

Then she turned to the man opposite,
“Where are you headed for?”
“Same place as the little lesbian.”
“So you’ll be getting off with her.”
“Guess so.”
“Well how about you do something good for once in your no good life? Maybe then god will smile on you, and you might just make-up for being a waster.”
“Who are you calling a waster?”
“Well there’s only you here, so I guess I must mean you.”

“So why should I want to do something to please you?”
Then she turned to me, and spoke quietly, but I guess the man could still hear her.
“Look girl, I’d feel a lot happier if we could get this fella to maybe make believe you’re his daughter.”
“His daughter?”
“Well daughter, niece, anyone that might make the men think you’ve got someone to protect you.”
“Well yes, I see, but what’s the chance of him agreeing? Or even if he does agree, who’s to say he’ll keep his word?”

“She's right Mrs Bossy boots, why the hell would I agree to tuck her under my wing?”
“Well I’m thinking maybe you’d like to see her dressed in just her panties and bra?”
The man about swallowed his tongue, and I was more than a bit shaken by her remark. She turned back to me, and spoke quietly again.
“You’ve got to get changed into a frock before you get out of the train, so he's gonna get a look whether you want him to or not. If you make a deal, letting him see you getting changed, in exchange for him looking after you, that's a small price to pay.”

I replied, whispering in her ear.
“But my knickers are only little ones made of see-through material, and my bra is only a half cup.”
“Well letting him get a close-up look has got to be better than what might otherwise happen to you if the men at the hell hole think you’re on your own.”
“Well I guess so.”

“Right have you stopped catching flies in your mouth yet?”
“What you on about?”
“I bet you heard what she just told me?”
“No, what’s that then?”
“Once she takes that blouse off, her titties will be showing over the top of her brassier. And when she takes her pants down, she only got tiny see-through knickers on, so you’ll get a real eyeful. So if she gets changed now, in front of you, will you agree to kid-on she’s your kin?”

“I don’t see why I should, as you’ve just told her, she’s got to get changed before she gets out of this train. And she ain’t climbing onto the roof to do it, so I guess I’ll get to see her goodies without agreeing to anything.”
The lady flew from her seat, across the carriage, and grabbed the man firmly between his legs.
“Look you no good bastard, I’ll rip your balls off and then poke your eyes out if you don’t.”

The man looked terrified, she taken all of us by surprise, and he also looked in more than a little discomfort.
“Lighten up misses. I was only larking about. Of course I’ll look after the girl.”
The woman let go of him and returned to her seat.
“Ok, you make sure you do. Ok girl, you might as well get it over with. Then you’ll be ready for when the train stops.”

She’d sorted out a dress that was as she said reasonable, she said it was a bit on the short side, but it would do. I’d thought it was far too long and really old fashioned. The only reason I’d got it was my aunty had bought it for me as a present. It was gingham material, short sleeves, with big puffed-up shoulders. It pulled in tight at the waist, and then was fully flared, and meant to be worn with layers of net underskirt, to make it flounce right out. I was going to wear it now without the big full underskirt, so it didn’t look too revealing when I sat down.

So now with this man looking on intently, and her young son doing the same, I undid the buttons on my blouse, and removed it, revealing my nipples which were proudly peeping over the top of my half cut bra. Then I picked up my dress and was about to pull it over my head.
“Hey! Hold-up there! I was promised a look at your knickers.”
As I pulled my dress down over my head, covering up my breasts, and letting it fall down, the lady took me totally by surprise with her reply.
“Don’t get panicky, she promised you a look, so I guess once she’s got her pants off, you’ll get your chance.”

Now I’d thought that dropping my dress over my head before I’d lowered my slacks, had allowed me to get changed without him seeing my knickers. But she was giving him the impression; I’d give him a show once my slacks were off. Anyway, regardless of what was to come, I pulled down my slacks, straightened my dress and put on a belt around my waist. Then I put my slacks and blouse back in my case, and was about to lift it back up onto the overhead rack.

“Here, let me do that for you, you get yourself sat back down.”
This was the man who’d just sat there watching me struggle to lift it down without even stirring from his seat.
“See? What did I tell you, now you’re in a frock, their attitude is totally different.”
I sat myself back down and the man lifted my case up for me, but once he’d got it safely on the rack, instead of returning to his seat, he dropped to his knees in the middle of the compartment, directly in front of me.

Then as he looked directly up to my face.
“Are you ready then girl?”
“W What are you going to do?”
“You promised me a look. So I’m just gonna lift up your frock, and see just what you’ve got under there.”
I looked across to the woman to see if I was going to get any kind of support or help in keeping him out, but as our eyes met, she just said.
“Well you did agree, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, it’ll be worth it to get his protection while you’re waiting at the cross-roads.”

So it was obvious she thought this man had a right to look up my skirt. Well by now he’d lifted the hem of my dress right up to the tops of my legs, and he’d just put his hands on my knees.
“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to touch me?”
“Don’t get so worried, I’m just opening your legs, so I can get a look at it.”
“Well if you’re gonna spread her open, I’d be obliged if you’d pull her frock back down over your head. I think this young lad of mine is taking too much of an unhealthy interest in what you’re a doing down there.”

His hands were so powerful, that he effortlessly opened my legs wide even with me using all my strength to try to stop him.
“But I never agreed to let you open my legs.”
Although he’d taken his hands off my knees, he’d moved himself right up close in between my legs, so closing them was now impossible. The woman wasn’t concerned about what he was now getting up to, but she did lean forward, and pull the hem of my dress back down over the mans head. He had now got his left elbow against my right inner thigh, his right hand on my left, and he was holding my legs spread wide open. Whilst at the same time his left hand was pulling at the seam of the gusset of my knickers.

Now these knickers were see-through, and skimpy enough, which having him this close with my legs this wide was bad enough. But he was now uncovering my pussy completely! I struggled wriggling about violently and began to protest.
“Hey pack it in! Don’t touch my knickers.”
He just lifted his head up from under my dress, the hem slid back to the tops of my legs again. Then as his face drew level with mine he gave me a look as black as thunder.
“Look here you silly English bitch, if you don’t sit still and let me have what’s owed to me, then you can look after yourself when we get to Arnold’s shack.”

Then to my surprise, the woman chipped in.
“He’s right my dear. I know it’s a bit embarrassing, but you’ll be better off letting him get a good eyeful, than getting to that place, and being gang raped.”
“Gang raped? Surely it can’t be that bad there?”
“I told you, it’s not a place I’d like to stop off at. The stories I’ve heard don’t bear repeating.”

“Well ok, I’ll let you look, but keep your hands off.”
Still sitting up and looking me in the face.
“Don’t you go trying to give orders; otherwise I’ll up the anti. In fact for your bloody cheek, I think I’ll have a chew on one of them titties of yours.”
“Oh no please don’t.”
“Open the front of your dress.”
“Please no.”
“Don’t make me tell you again; otherwise I’ll make you go further.”
“Just do it love; otherwise I can see him going all the way on you.”

I reluctantly began to undue the buttons at my neck that went all the way down the front of my dress. Once I was just below my bust, he reached up and moved my dress to one side, uncovering one of my nipples that were peeking over the top of my half cut bra. He leaned forwards, and his mouth opened. God! The shudder that went through my body as his rough dry lips rasped against my soft tender flesh. Once he’d made contact, he began to make himself at home, sucking from one to the other and back again.

My body now was all aflame, somehow, this being a total stranger, made a simple nipple suck into a major turn-on. Even my pussy was beginning to throb, and as I sat there still with legs wide open, I felt myself sort of reclining back into the seat and sliding down and forwards. Then as my open crotch came into contact with him kneeling in front of me, I felt what I recognised as his hard cock trying to burst its way out of his pants. Although there was the material of his trousers and my knickers keeping his dick from my pussy, the second I’d slid into contact with him, he gave a pelvic thrust, which sent such a magnificent shudder through my body.

My reaction was so obvious, he couldn’t help noticing, and he turned to face the woman and said.
“Sorry misses, but you’ll have to get your young’uns to look out the window or something. This here bitch is too far gone, I’m gonna have to give her a good seeing to, otherwise she’ll be dropping her knickers for the first bloke that touches her.”
“I can see you’re right, I’d never have guessed she was so much on heat. You just get on and do what you gotta do; I guess they’ve seen the ram on the farm.”

There was no sign of anyone getting my opinion; I was just the one he was thinking of fucking! He just turned back to me, placed his hands on the tops of my arms and turned me sideways on the seat, and lowered me back into a lying down position. As he did so the woman’s daughter had to get up and sit by her mom. Then his hands went straight to my knickers, which he pulled down and off my legs. And I made no attempt to stop him. Once my knickers were gone, he lifted my legs high and wide, spreading my pussy for all to see, and the young lad was straining his neck to get a good look.

Then as I looked down to where the man was now stood in the middle of the compartment, he was stood there as unconcerned as you like, dropping his pants to the floor and handling his already hard dick. Now I guess this wasn’t a monster, but as I’d only been fucked three times before, by two different boys, to me this looked pretty big. Now it was the turn of the lady’s daughter to strain her neck, this time to see the man’s dick, and the lady herself was keeping an eye on it as well.

There was nobody holding me, but I kept my legs in the position he’d put them in, high in the air. Now he was approaching, my pussy re-commenced the throbbing, and my tummy felt like it was full of butterflies. As his dick touched the lips of my pussy, I gave an instinctive thrust, without being conscious of meaning to. But meant or not, it served the purpose, pushing his dick deep up my pussy. Then I felt him lunge forwards, and he was hard up against my crotch with his crotch, the dick fully up inside me. So big or not, I’d taken it all without any problem.

For the next few minutes, the other people around might just as well not have been there, because the only thing on my mind was this fucking I was getting. Or do I mean giving? Because I was definitely not a passenger in this little bit of action. Once my pussy had felt his dick, it took over all my bodily actions, using my hips to drive itself hard onto each on coming thrust of the mighty shaft. And with each penetration, a ripple of sensation shot up my body as he stretched his way inside my tummy. As I said, I’m not very experienced in sex, and this fuck, whether because he was so good, or I really needed it or just the situation, whatever the reason, I don’t know, but god was he driving me wild.

As he rammed hard with his hips, his hands were roughly gripping and pulling at my tits, while his mouth was slobbering wet kisses all over. Going from my lips and neck and down to my nipples, where he’d almost bite the ends off them! But although if you’d asked me ten minutes ago if I’d like this rough looking miner to do this kind of thing to me, I’d have told you where to go, now he was actually doing it to me, I couldn’t get enough. And even though I couldn’t understand it, the rougher he was the more I wanted him to do it. Well as his actions brought my bodily sensation to a crescendo, I mush have been bringing his dick to its climax as well, because just when I thought my pussy would explode with pleasure, he rammed me with what I recognised as his first cum shot.

As he bashed hard into my crotch, jerking his sticky cum deep in my tummy, my pussy contracted, and my whole body gave a violent shudder. It was as though my pussy was grabbing hold of his dick and wringing the cum from his shaft. I know he pumped a few more shots up inside me, but that is all I know, as I sort of lost consciousness. Well I guess I was conscious, but not in control, like I was in a trance. My whole being was alive with sensation, right from my toes to my head, and I just lay there feeling the waves going up and down my body.

“Here, you’d better get yourself cleaned up; we’ll be in Alice Springs in about ten minutes. And I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t pick up a few more miners for the last stint.”
This was the woman, who was handing me a towel to wipe myself down with. In reality, what I really needed was a shower or bath. Especially being in this compartment, in this Australian sun! I know its not lady like to mention it, but even with the windows open, the smell in this compartment was a dead give-away as to what had just taken place. And I knew, wiping myself down with a towel, and putting my knickers back on, was not going to change that fact!

So when the train slowed down as we arrived at Alice Springs, I just sat there trying to look as innocent as possible. Suddenly the head of the guard appeared in the open window of the door, and as he waved his hand to direct people towards where he stood.
“Room for five more in this one.”
And then he turned and carried on to the next compartment. While we waited to see who our new travelling companions would be, but knowing that more people were likely to arrive, the woman had got her son sitting on one side of her, and her daughter the other. The man who I’d just had sex with was sat on the opposite side to her next to the far window, and I was on the same side as him, but in the middle.

We didn’t have long to wait, before the door flew open,
“About bloody time!”
And then a big round kit bag was thrown into the middle of the carriage, followed by a very big man.
“Sorry misses. I didn’t see you sitting there; it didn’t catch you I hope?”
“No, you're ok lad. But I’ll thank-you to mind your language; I’ve got kids in here.”
The next minute or so was taken up with four more men following him into this compartment, and they all threw there bags up onto the overhead racking, and got themselves seated.

So now we had ten of us in the carriage, two men had sat on the same side as the woman, one next to her daughter. And I’d moved closer to the man who’d just fucked me, and as the three other men joined us on this seat, I’d been pushed tightly in contact with him. These men all being big, meant it was quite a squeeze, and the close contact did nothing to help the sweaty situation.

But worse than that, now the train was stationary, there was little or no draught to disperse the smell of sex! It only took a minute or two before one of the men began to sniff the air in a very visual manner. Within seconds, all the men that had just got in, joined him, and they were giving the woman knowing looks.
“Come-on then misses, are you gonna tell us what’s been going on?”

She obviously didn’t want them thinking she was the one who was responsible for the smell, but I don’t think she really wanted to say anything to make it more difficult for me. But I’m not sure her answer really had them convinced.
“Bloody kids and there stink bombs. I’ve told him I’ll get his dad to take a switch to his arse when I get him home.”
Now I know you might not think the smell of cum and dripping pussy is the most pleasant in the world, but how you can compare it to a stink bomb I don’t know. But it did throw them off the scent (excuse the pun) for a little while.

The train started moving, and the draught blowing through the open windows did help to take their minds off the subject. Then I noticed the man sitting next to her daughter was easing the flared hem of her dress from in between their two legs. I looked across at the woman, but from where she was sitting the other side of her daughter, there was no way she’d be able to see what he was doing. Now he’d got some material free, he was able to slide his left hand across under her dress from the side, not exactly without anyone knowing, but it wouldn’t be visible to her mom.

Now I’d been checking from the mother to the daughter to see if I could sense any reactions, and I was convinced the girl knew the man was up to something, but she made no attempt to stop him, or let on to her mom. Neither did she look at the man; instead she had a kind of false 'looking unconcerned' out of the window look. But then as the man’s hand must have made contact with her flesh for the first time, I detected a slight intake of breath, and more to the point, so did her mom.

“What’s wrong?”
She said turning to look her daughter in the face.
“Nothing.”
“Well sit-up straight, and less of those silly noises.”
The girl shuffled herself back up the seat, and I’m sure the man used this shuffling to enable the progress of his hand, because when the girl stopped her shuffling, his arm was now covered up to his elbow by her dress. And even though I can’t be sure how high he’d got, I’m sure the looks on the girls face were down to his fingers sending shivers through her body.

I did wonder if the man next to me might try the same thing, but then I realised that he wouldn’t dare try it, as the woman would be sure to see him, like I could see what was happening to the girl. Then the man, who had his hand under the girl's dress, took me totally by surprise. You’d have thought he wouldn’t want to attract the woman’s attention, well not while his hand was under there.
“Excuse me misses. I can see we’re taking up all the room on this here seat. If you’re getting to cramped there, I can always sit your young’un here up on my knee?”

“No thanks, we’re ok.”
“I’m not ma. My legs going dead squashed against this door.”
That was her son complaining.
“Well maybe the gentleman would let you go and sit over there on his knee?”
She replied, turning her head towards the man, and looking for a reply. The man's reaction was classic, he obviously didn’t want a six year old boy on his knee, but before he answered, the boy came back with.
“I don’t want to sit over there; I want to sit by the window. Why can’t she sit on his knee?”
He was looking at his sister.

The girl was already sliding from her seat, to a standing position.
“Its ok mom, if it’ll stop him whingeing, I don’t mind.”
“Well ok then, but don’t start shuffling about, you’ll make the gentleman too hot."
Then she said appreciatively to the man.
"Thank you for that, it will be more comfortable not being so crushed together.”

The man pulled the girl back onto his knee, and positioned her sitting sideways with her back to her mom. He had one arm innocently around her back, supporting her, but his other hand just slid straight up under her dress. Within seconds she was easing her legs open, and I just assumed it was to give him access. I don’t know if her watching me getting fucked had got her aroused, but she was obviously enjoying the manipulation of this mans fingers, and having difficulty keeping her movements from attracting her mom’s attention.

Then the man next to me, who must have been getting very jealous, asked the man sitting the other side of me.
“Excuse me mister, is this your daughter?”
He was nodding towards me.
“No way blue, I’m on my way to the Jennywren mine, same as you.”
So I’d let this man fuck me, just to get his protection, and when the first man asks him, he just chucks me to the wolves. Both the woman and I gave him a really dirty look, but we knew there was nothing we could do.

“So you’re travelling on your own then missy?”
“Yes, I’m also going to the Jennywren, but I’m going to work as a nanny for the mine owner.”
I said, thinking maybe if they know I'm employed by their boss, they'll treat me with a little respect.
“That’ll be nice for you. Look, it’s just as cramped over this side as it was for them over there. How about I sit you on my knee to make some more room?”
Now I didn’t want any more things to kick-off, but he was right, it was cramped, and I thought with the woman the other side, he wouldn’t start anything in case she saw him.

So without answering, I got to my feet, and as soon as the remaining four men had shuffled themselves about to sort out the space available, this man took hold of my waist, and pulled me up onto his knee. But it didn't stop there, the other two men alongside him both reached for my legs, pulling them up onto their knees. So now I’m sort of sat sideways, with my legs facing to the opposite side of the compartment to where the woman was seated.

This didn’t give the men licence to do exactly as they pleased, but they were able to gradually manoeuvre their hands under my legs. This was something they had to achieve slowly because if they just pushed their hands under me, the woman would see them. So over the next fifteen minutes or so, the three men, that is the one I was sitting on, and the two who’d got my legs across their knees, were all shifting their hands trying to get a feel under my dress.

The one at the extreme end, nearest the window, was too far away to reach higher than just above my knee. That is without leaning forwards which would have made it obvious. The man next to him however left one of his hands innocently on top of the outside of my dress, resting lightly above my knee. But he’d gradually slid his other hand under one of my legs, and pushed it up the valley between them. But even his reach was just a few inches short of reaching my gusset.

The man whose knee I was actually sitting on had one hand supporting my back, and the other he’d tried to force under my leg to reach my pussy. But after trying for over ten minutes, he’d given that up as he have had to actually lift me to gain access, and that would have made his progress obvious. So now he was trying the easier route like the man opposite, over the top of my leg, but under my dress. This route only required my legs to be parted to give him access, but being on top of my legs, there was potentially more chance the woman would see his hand moving my dress.

So as I say, I’m sitting here, with one hand rubbing all around the inside of both my knees. Another man has his hand on my inner thigh, within a dicks length from my pussy. And now this man's hand is slowly but surely slithering its way over the top of my upper leg, and his fingers are probing into my crotch. I’m sort of squeezing my legs together, not expecting to be able to stop any of them, but not wanting to make their progress any easier.

I consider saying something, and making a fuss, but then I decide not to, thinking maybe if it comes to a head, the woman can’t actually stop them, and once they push the point, maybe they’ll just go all the way like the previous man did. My head was full of all kinds of ideas buzzing around. Could I report the previous man for rape? No, the woman would say I’d agreed to him fucking me. Well these men wouldn’t surely dare rape me here with her present? But then again, out here with no witnesses, maybe they would, and the young girl might get raped as well! But mind you, looking at the way she’s enjoying that fingering, I’m sure she’d love to be raped.

Oh god! He’s reached it! All my leg squeezing has made no difference, he’s got one of his fingers into the side of my gusset, and he’s rubbing along my pussy slit. Oh shit! God that feels good. I’ve got to stop him somehow; otherwise I know I’ll soon be lifting my legs open. Ohhhhhh Godddddd. My pussy is throbbing, what can I do to stop them?

“Err excuse me.”
I call across to the woman. The finger stops instantly. She was almost dosing, and she lifts her head and looks across.
“Yes dear what is it?”
“I was just wondering how long you think it will be before we arrive at the cross roads?”
All the hands were now perfectly still, and this was allowing my pussy to calm down slightly.
“I’d guess about another fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Oh in that case, I could do with getting my case down, and sorting out my travel instructions.”

Then I looked to the men whose knees my legs were across.
“Do you think you could put my feet back down now please?”
If looks could kill, the looks these three men were giving me would certainly have struck me down dead! But reluctantly they lowered my feet to the floor. Then I shuffled forwards off his knee, and stood up. But as I reached up to the rack, the man whose knee I’d been sitting on, sprang to his feet, and stood up behind me.

He pushed his erection hard into the crevice of my bottom, as he reached around and above my arms to lift the case down for me.
“Here you are little missy, I’ll get that for you.”
Then in a very quiet whisper directly into my ear so that only I could hear him.
“How would you like to try this little beauty for size?”
But it wasn’t only his dick pushing into my bottom that I’d got to worry about, he was pushing me forwards into one of the other men who were still seated.

And both of these men who’d been supporting my legs, and trying desperately to get a feel were now in a blind spot from the woman, hidden by me and the man standing directly behind me. Well neither of them wasted any time; they were both pushing their hands up under my dress, and trying to get into my knickers! The man who was lifting my case was taking forever about getting it down, and in doing so preventing me from reaching it. Then as one of the men's fingers made contact with the flesh of my pussy, I pushed my bottom back as hard as I could, even though I knew I was pressing onto his dick, and I lunged backwards with my elbows into his ribs.

I don’t think it affected him more than a fly landing on his wrist, but the woman obviously realised I was having a struggle.
“Hey! You great brute! Back off the little girl and give her some breathing room. Can't you see you’re crushing her?”
“And who says so?”
He snarled as he turned his head.
“I say so, and if you don’t back off, you’ll be wearing steel shackles on your legs when we get to Cross Roads.”
The big man pulled away from me, and lifted my case down, mumbling to himself, but so we could all hear.
“Was only bloody trying to bloody help, I never even touched her.”

As soon as his weight was off me, I was able to pull away from the intrusive fingers, and as the big man sat back down with my case on his knee, I opened it up just a few inches while I pretended to rummage around looking for something. This wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, stood in the middle, with the train jostling me from side to side, but it was better than getting myself into a position where I was helpless to defend myself.

Talking of which, a look back to the young girl gave me the impression she was well gone, probably having more orgasms in the last hour than she’s ever had in her life. And her mom sat next to her, completely oblivious, or was she?
“What the bloody hell are you looking for?”
Asked the man whose knee the case was on.
“It just a little packet with my travel arrangements.”
He pulled on the lid of the case.
“Well open it up properly, and I’ll help you look.”

I didn’t want him or any of the others rummaging around in my underwear whether I was wearing it or not! So I pulled hard to get the case closed, but he was far too strong.
“Please don’t. I don’t like you looking in my case.”
Surprisingly, he let the lid fall back, with only a sarky comment.
“You’d think she’d got the bloody crown jewels in there or something.”

I thought maybe it was about time I actually found my little travel pack, and maybe I could busy myself with reading something in there, until we arrived. I pulled out a little plastic wallet containing all my paperwork, and fastened down the lid. I half turned to pass the wallet to the woman, so she could hold it while I lifted my case back.
“Excuse me, could you just hold this for me while I…”
But I didn’t get chance to finish my sentence before the man had stood back up again saying as he did so.
“Its ok missy, I’ll lift that for you.”

Then in a soft whisper.
“I knew you’d want another feel of my dick parting your little bottom.”
I was once again wedged in between his dick, and the roaming hands of the two seated men. But this time, I didn’t wait until they’d actually got their hands roaming.
“Hey! You’re squashing me; let me move out before you lift it.”
And as if to reinforce it, the woman chipped in.
“I’ve got my eye on you scoundrels; now give the girl some room.”

So without any protest, I was allowed to move to one side while he placed my case up onto the racking. He’d no sooner got seated before the train began to slow down. But this wasn't the laboured slowing-down like when it climbs a long incline, but the clunking of carriages crashing into the ones in front as the engine begins to brake. We must be pulling into the drop-off point. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I’d made it without the men actually getting into my knickers. Well not enough to get me really out of control.

So now as the train pulled to a standstill, the men began to get their bags down from the racking, and one by one they just slung their bags out onto the dirt, and clambered down to pick them up. There was no platform, and the carriages had little or no step to aid either entry or exit, but the men all managed to stride their way down. I got to the doorway, and the five men who’d been the last to join our compartment, were waiting in the blazing hot sun. They were stood in a semi-circle around the open door-way, to either aid my decent, or just take advantage of me being in a difficult situation. But the man who’d fucked me earlier, had disappeared into the only building that was to be seen.

I stood there looking at the distance I had to drop, and even if I'd have still had my slacks on, I’d have had difficulty in managing to get down that distance. I knew the only way possible was to turn around, stepping out backwards, and holding onto the sides of the door opening. But for this I’d need both hands, so I dropped my case on the compartment floor.
“Will you pass this out to me please, when I’ve reached the ground?”
“Course I will love. Now you take care.”

I turned and began to climb down; the first step onto the doors edge was only short. The next step was totally different, and my foot worked its way lower and lower feeling for some kind of foothold to take my weight. But my first leg was now bent double with my knee up by my bust, so I’d got as low as I could get, and my foot had not found anything to step onto. There was no way I could get into a position to be able to look to see where the nearest foothold might be. Then I heard the voice of the big man whose knee I’d been sitting on.

“Want a helping hand missy?”
I knew where he’d put his so called helping hand, but in reality, I couldn’t see I had much choice.
“Please, but be careful where you put your hand.”
He was careful alright. He carefully reached under my dress, up in between my legs, slipped his fingers into the side of my gusset, and began to stroke along my slit. I guess the look on my face must have alerted the woman to me being in trouble, because as he took his time fingering my pussy, and I felt the throbbing coming on, she appeared at the window.

“Can’t you bloody animals wait until you’ve at least got her inside out of the sun? You’ve got her hanging up here like a piece of meat in a slaughter house, and all you can think of is abusing her. For gods sake man, surely just getting your hand wrapped around it and having a quick feel would be enough to be going on with.”
Suddenly his hand slipped all the way under me, and he gripped my whole crotch as he lifted me from the carriage to the ground, saying as he did.
“Come on lads, the sooner that bloody train takes the nagging old witch away the sooner we’ll get some cunt.”

As my feet touched the ground I reached back into the carriage to retrieve my case, with his hand still wrapped around my crotch. Then as I stepped back away from the train, I opened my legs, and put my one free arm behind me, taking hold of his wrist.
“Ok, you’ve helped me down, and I’m grateful for your help, but I think that’s enough now.”
He surprisingly let me pull his hand out, as I know if he’d wanted to, I would have been unable to force him. I turned around, gave him a smile.
“Thank you. Now can you show me where the ladies waiting room is? My travel leaflet says there is a ladies only section.”

He lifted his hand pointing to a door at the opposite end of the big long wooden building.
“Thank you. And don’t worry, I not going to report any of you for what you did to me on the train, I’ll just put it down to experience, and try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Bye for now.”
All I wanted to do now was to get out of this blazing sun; they say you can only survive out here for about two hours unless you’re in the shade. I trudged my way slowly towards the far end of the building, I’d thought it only sensible to leave those men on good terms, getting their backs-up would have served no purpose, and you never know when you might need their assistance.

All the time as I walked towards the door, the men making their way from the train were either making crude remarks, or remarks I couldn’t understand.
“Are you going to join the other sheep?”
“If she’s a jumbuck, then I think I’ll give-up mining and crack-on sheep shearing.”
“Come-on Sheila, get your knickers off and join us for an ice cold tinny.”
“You don’t wanna be lugging that bag all the way up there lovey, you’ll only have to drag it all the way back.”

Then the whistle blew, and off chugged the train, and within minutes it was way out of site. Most of the men were also out of site, they’d gone into the door the other end of the building. I looked all around me, and there was nothing! Not a tree, bush or building of any sort. The rail track disappeared away going to the north, and the same again to the south. The road such as it was stretched to the west and east, but it was just a set of ruts where the tyres had worn the dirt. The sun was high in the sky, and cast no more than a few inches of shade to any side of the building.

The door at last! I put my hand on the rough latch that secured it, and lifted.
“BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR.”
I slammed the door back shut. No it couldn’t be. I slowly opened the door again, but this time just a few inches. How the hell. What the hell. Oh god, this place is hell.

The whole room, no it wasn’t a room, the whole shed was packed solid with sheep. What space there was above the sheep was alive with flies; all the flies in the world must have been in there. And the floor was deep in sheep manure. The smell! The noise! Surely this couldn't be the ladies waiting room? But that’s what the sign said above the door. ‘Ladies Only Waiting Room’

My heart sank; I turned slowly, and made my way back towards the other door. As I trudged my way along, the heat of the sun was now really getting to me. I opened the door, and the noise of laughter and general garbled talking just faded away to a silence, with all eyes trained on me. To my left was the bar, running the full length of the end wall which was at least thirty feet long. The main part of the room was full of men seated at tables. But there was an area about ten feet wide stretching all the way across in front of the bar, where more men were just standing drinking.

“Ok love, close the door behind you, and put your case down.”
This was a man who looked like he was maybe in control, he’d just come out of a hatch he’d opened in the bar. As he walked towards me he continued.
“Right little missy, I’m Arnold, and this is my place, I own everything for fifty square miles around here. So that means I make the laws in these parts. Get the picture?”
“Well yes I think so.”
“Well there ain’t many laws out here, but there’s one that never gets broken. Do you know what that is?”
“I don’t know, not fighting?”

“Ha ha .................”
“HA HA ................”
He began to laugh, and the whole place joined in with him. Then he raised his hands, and silence fell once again.
“No missy, even if I made that a law, I’d have gods own job a keeping that one enforced. Look behind you at our trophy board, tell me what it says.”
I looked at the wall he’d nodded towards, and sure enough there was a very big board. With rows of ladies knickers pinned to it, and under each pair was a name. It also had in big letters across the top, ‘House Rules’ ‘No ladies allowed on these premises’ ‘All Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay’

I stood there open mouthed, and at a loss for words.
“Can’t you read?”
“Yes.”
“Well what’s it say?”
I slowly and quietly read the notice out aloud.
“House Rules. No ladies allowed on these premises. All Shelia’s’ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay.”
“So little missy, you’ve got a decision to make. Are you a lady? In which case you can drag that case of yours all the way back down the other end of the building, and wait with the other ladies.”
I butted in, using my most indignant voice.
“WHAT other ladies?”

“Hold your bloody horses there missy, I haven’t finished yet. And don’t you go slagging off my jumbucks, every one of them is female, and I recon most are more lady like than the Sheila’s around here. Now you’ve made me loose my train of thought. Ah yes that was it. You have to decide if you want to join them sheep of mine, or maybe you’d rather stop down here in the bar, and have a nice cold beer with us lads?”
“But would that mean I’d have to take my knickers off?”
“Course it would, only ladies object to taking their knickers down for the lads, and as you know, ladies ain’t allowed in here, only common Sheila’s in my bar.”

“Please, I couldn’t wait up there with the sheep, they frighten me.”
“So, let’s see you drop your knickers.”
“Please, surely you wouldn’t make me?”
“The law is the law, and I can’t change it just for you. So now you know the alternatives. Wait with the sheep, fry in the sun, or stop here, drop them little knickers down, have a cold beer and maybe some fun.”
“But you wouldn’t make me go out their in the sun?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”

I didn’t reply, but stood there not knowing what to say.
“Right, now I guess you’ve seen the Clint Eastwood Westerns?”
“Yes. Why?”
I replied thinking of the one where he drags a woman into a barn and rapes her.

“I’m going to open this little musical box up, and put it on the table. You’ll have until the music stops, and the little ballerina’s arm drops to make up your mind. If you are still in here with your knickers on when that happens, we’ll get you on the table, and remove them for you. Is that clear?”

He turned the key in the bottom of the box.
“Click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click.”
Then he placed it on the edge of the nearest table, he lifted the lid open, and the little ballerina popped up and began to dance to the simple quiet tune. The place was eerily silent; you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on me, and I stood petrified.

The music had started as these boxes do, with the plinkty plonking sounds going at full speed, then I suddenly came to my senses as I realised it was slowing down! I now had only seconds to decide. But there was really no choice. There was absolutely no way I could wait in that shed with the sheep, apart from the flies, smell and noise, I was actually scared of them. The wait for the land train would be anywhere from half-an-hour up-to three hours, so going out into the sun was also not an option. Jesus! The box is about to stop!

I rapidly put my hands behind me, up under my dress and started pulling my knickers down. As soon as my hands went behind my back, the silence was broken by a chorus of rough male voices chanting.
“Off off...”
Now this is the weirdest thing you can imagine, there has to be at least fifty men in here, and only one girl, and I’m being literally forced into removing my knickers. So, with my heart pounding in my chest, and feeling so scared; why now these men have started behaving like animals, am I getting excited? Yes I mean sexually excited.

As I lower my knickers below the hem of my dress, and the men can now see them, their chanting is getting wilder. I step out of them, and Arnold is stood there with his arm outstretched ready to take them. As he does so, his first action is as you might expect, to put them to his nose. But as he is doing this he obviously must have taken a quick look at the inside of the gusset, and realised what the sticky moistness was caused by. He suddenly held his hand high in the air; palm face out with fingers outstretched and waved it around to the chanting audience.
“HOLD UP THERE BLUE. QUIET LETS HAVE SOME SHUSH LADS.”

Gradually the chanting died out, and a semi-silence descended.
“Listen up lads. It looks like the little missy has some explaining to do. She’s bin a cottoning on she’s a lady, and trying to make us all feel sorry for her, when these here knickers are telling me a different story. So little missy how come your knickers are full of cum?”
By now, the feeling I was getting of sexual excitement had gone, replaced by pure embarrassment. I know I must have been bright red, my cheeks were burning, and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me!

“We’re a waiting.”
“I was r…  Well I I kinda…  Look its difficult to explain. But this man you know…  On the train…  On the journey out here.”
“So a man raped you on your trip out here? So who is the lucky bastard?”
“No. I didn’t say he’d raped me.”
“So who was he? Your boyfriend?”
“No. I don’t know who he was.”
“What you let a bloke you’d never met before; give you a rooting on the train?”
“It wasn’t like that, it was…”
“Never mind about the details honey, I’m sure you’re gonna fit in well here today. What say you boys?”
There was an almighty cheer went up, and the chanting began again, but this time, they were calling for my dress to come off!

“Hold-up there boys. Calm down. A bit of order, or I’ll keep her behind the bar with me.”
Gradually the noise subsided, but it wasn’t quiet by a long way.
“Ok I think the little girl is in need of a cold beer, and as Sheila’s ain’t allowed to by beer in here, which of you nice blokes is gonna buy her one.”
Of course there were hands in the air and men shouting in all directions. They were holding out bottles and calling.
“Over here.”
“Here love.”
“Have mine.”

Now again, I began to get this feeling that something exciting was going to happen to me, and the feeling of embarrassment had gone. I’m not saying I was looking forward to being raped by fifty men, but being the centre of attention, knowing all these men wanted to fuck me silly, had gone from frightening, to exciting, and I can't explain why. As I walked towards each man, they’d be trying to encourage me to take a drink from their bottle that they were holding out towards me. I was getting into the act, sidling myself towards one table, then changing my mind and going towards another. I almost had myself believing I was in control of the situation.

Then as one quite reasonable looking man, aged in his twenties, kept enticing me towards him. I reach to take the bottle from his hand. As soon as my little fingers encircled the bottle, his massive hand clamped on top of mine, and he held me tightly.
The men all around resumed their chanting.
“SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY.”
He now held his hand up in the air like Arnold had done, and gradually they settled down.

“Well little girl, we don’t even know your name.”
“Jane. Jane Benson.”
“Well Jane Benson, my names Jimmy, and I guess you’ve got the message from the lads in here.”
“I recon yes.”
“So Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time girl?”
“What do you mean? A good time girl.”

“All us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us and have a good time with us, or we can have a good time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. You see it don’t matter to us, we get to fuck you either way.”
“No please don’t say things like that, you’re frightening me.”
“Ok then I won’t mention fucking. But you know you’re going to have to show your pussy?”

Well I didn’t know anything at this stage, and even the gang rape he’d just talked about somehow seemed inevitable in the back of my mind. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. Then out of the blue an old bloke sitting next to him spoke up.
“You bloody young spunkers have got no idea, you go in there bull at a gate, frightening the wits out of her. Come here Jane my little darling, old Bill u’ll let you have a drink of his beer, and it’ll only cost you a little cuddle.”
Well he not only spoke-up, but he also took my hand from Jimmy’s, and Jimmy didn’t try to stop him.

He pulled me back towards him, and now I’m sitting on his knee, laying back into his left arm. He gives me his beer bottle, and I take a drink. God does that taste good.
“Good eh? Now all old Bill here wants in return is a little feel of your titties.”
And with that his right hand was undoing the buttons down the front of my dress. I can't say this was what I wanted, but at least this slowly slowly approach was passing the time, and bringing the arrival of the road train out of here just a little closer. And it was better than them talking about seeing my pussy or fucking me!

So I tried to act as unconcerned as possible, laying back in his arms swigging at his bottle of beer, while he’d now got me unbuttoned right down to below my bra, and his hand was inside it, fondling my left tit.
“See Jimmy boy, she’s like that old truck of mine. You have to take your time, and prime it right.”
But even though I was maybe looking in control on the outside, inside my body was starting to go wild. Every stroke of my nipple sent a quiver through my pussy, and I was having difficulty keeping still.

“Come-on then you old bastard, pass her back, I’ll have a bit of those titties.”
“Hold-up a minute, I just want a little taste of ‘em.”
Well I knew before his lips touched what effect that would have. And sort of knowing and waiting those few second until he touched me, got me so on edge, that as he latched on and sucked, I couldn’t stop myself shuffling my bottom on his lap, but I did my best not to open my legs to far.
“See what I mean, just take it slowly, and she’ll be throbbing away in no time.”
“You crafty old sod, you’ve got her squirming around already. Come-on then pass her back.”

“Hang on there Jimmy, I recon she’s about ready.”
This was Arnold, who’d come back from behind the bar.
“For those of you who don’t know the rules. We’re gonna play Arnold’s version of pass the parcel. Go on then Jimmy, you might as well keep her on the boil while I set this up.”
I was passed onto Jimmy's knee, and Bill took the now empty beer bottle from my hand.
“Sling us another cold beer over here, looks like our Jane here has got a bit of a thirst on.”
“Don’t worry, she can drink my cum any second now.”
Who said that I had no idea, but I guess a few of them were thinking it.
“There you go again lads, just back off. Just have a little patience.”
Said Bill.
Jimmy was now fondling my tits, and sucking from one nipple to the other. And although not spread wide, my legs were definitely not tight shut. My pussy was pounding, and now contrary to what Bill was saying, the talk of drinking cum, was actually sending more ripples of excitement down my tummy.

“Look at her downing that beer; you’d think she hadn’t had a drink for days.”
I hadn’t realised until I’d heard someone making the remark, and I’d thought this was my second one, which for me, someone who doesn’t normally drink alcohol, would be more than enough, but then I heard Jimmy reply.
“God strewth. That’s almost three bottles; she’d already had most of mine and Bill’s.”

“Well don’t give her any more; we don’t want her passing out on us. Ok lads, most of you have already thrown your arrows* to get your place. But those who haven’t, had better get a move on if they want any of the action. And make sure I get to see the arrows before you pull them out of the board. Right looking at the slate, it looks like Greg is first one up, remember you wind the box for your own turn, and once it stops, that’s your turn over. And no rough stuff, when she falls, it’s got to be her choice.
*Arrows, (Darts, a game played in some bars, three sharp pointed darts about six inches long are thrown at a board hung on the wall. The board has segments marked with the score awarded. And in this case it looks like they've used this as a way of deciding what order they get to play with me.)

“Ok Jimmy, pass her back over here.”
I was stood back on the floor, and I didn’t feel to steady on my feet. The beer was definitely getting to me.
“Right Jane, are you ready to play?”
“What do I have to do?”
“You know pass the parcel? Well you’re our parcel. But don’t worry we’re not going to rip off a layer for each player. All you do is sit on each man’s knee in turn, they each have until the ballerina stops to get you worked-up, and they’re only allowed to touch you where you say.”
“So if I say no, they won’t touch me?”
“That’s the idea. But if you agree to play, you have to agree to start where Bill and Jimmy boy left off. So are you game?”

I didn’t want to get myself fucked, but I knew if I didn’t agree to something like this, then they’d just start chanting to get me stripped. Anyway, this was all passing time, and surely the land train would soon arrive.
“Ok, I’ll play your game. Shall I sit on his knee now?”
In truth I wanted to sit down somewhere, before I fell down, my head was beginning to spin.

“Right Kenny, you heard Jane agree, and I did explain to her it was her own choice.”
A very tall man in a blue uniform walked up to the table.
“Yes Arnold, I heard it all. So, Miss Jane Benson, I don’t want any silly complaints to Mr Gordon (I had no idea who Mr Gordon was, the mine owner who'd employed me was called Mr Simpson) when you get to the Jennywren. We all saw you take your own knickers down, and you've just agreed to play this game.”
“Ok Jane darling; that was nice constable Rogers. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt, so you can just relax and let yourself go.”

Well by now the state of arousal I’d been taken too had faded away, and all I felt now was confused and dizzy. The first of these men sat me on his knee, and as he did, the man whose turn was next, opened the lid to the music box. As the little lady started dancing, his hand took hold of my tit, and he also brought his mouth down as well. The men were Stood all around about five deep, just a sea of faces. Gradually the audience faded from my thoughts, as the manipulation of my breasts began to take hold.

Even the noise of the music box faded as I descended into a trance like state. The sexual arousal didn’t appear to have the acute tingle to it, maybe my senses had been dulled by the effect of the beer, but never the less, I was still drifting in a land of dreams. Then came a sudden awakening, as I was being passed across to a new man, obviously the other man’s time was up. This new man, had me lying the other way around, that is laying back into his right arm, and for some peculiar reason, it just felt different, which kind of excited me slightly. Or maybe this man had a better technique, what ever, I was now actually having to fight off the hip movements that my body wanted to make.

Then I suddenly felt his left hand touching my inner leg just above the knee. God did this feel good, and all my body wanted to do was to open my legs wide to encourage his hand higher. But I knew this would be just one step away from a gang bang, and I really didn’t want that! Well ok I did, but I knew it would be out of control, and anything could happen. So I mustered all my resolve, and placed my hand onto his wrist. He pushed and my hand was no match for his strength, so my hand was taken up under my dress. His fingers were on the bare flesh of my pussy, and I thought that this was it.

“Please no.”
I said meekly, not expecting anyone to take any notice.
“You heard her. Hand out now or your turns over.”
The hand was pulled back, but the man momentarily took his mouth from my tit to give me a really nasty look, then as he went back to my breasts, he began to bite them.
“Ouch! Aarg. That hurts.”
“Thud!”
The policeman had whacked the man across the side of his head with his truncheon. The man recoiled back, and looked across all dazed.
“Come-on lad, your turns over.”
Said the policeman taking him by his arm.

“Come-on then lovey, looks like I’m on now.”
This was the next man, lifting me from the knee I was sitting on, onto his own. Once the ballerina was re-set, he lay me back in his arms, and began to snuggle his face all around my breasts. He was licking, sucking and lightly plucking my nipples with his teeth, but all the time looking for my reaction. Gradually, fed by my reaction, his nibbling got more and more rough, each time he’d grip with his teeth, and tug, looking for a sign from me to let go. I was so engrossed in his little game, I hadn’t realised every time he pulled at my nipples, I was heaving my hips.

Then I felt the man's hand sliding under my dress and up my leg, but not on the inside going for my pussy, but on the front and it bypassed my pussy, and his palm was on my tummy. Jesus! How can just a simple hand stroking around my belly button, turn me on so much? As he’d avoided going for my crotch area, I’d just let him get on with it. But I now realised that each time I lifted my hips in response to his nipple pulling, I was sort of lifting my bush into his outstretched fingers. And I could tell I was gradually pushing my bush closer, but felt I was unable to stop myself. I knew he’d soon be able to draw his outstretched fingers across my pussy.

But of course I was tipsy, and by now loosing control, so I didn’t realise that maybe it was him actually reaching slightly further each time, and not me. And also, his hand under my dress had pulled my hem up high. So with my legs falling open as I humped, my dress pulled up, and no knickers on, the audience was getting a real eyeful.
“Shit! That was bloody close, I’d almost got her.”
What! Oh yes the bloody music box. His time must have run out. I tried to talk myself into coming to my senses. Come-on Jane, get your wits about you. A few more minutes and you’d have been riding his fingers, and opening up for his dick.

It was only a matter of seconds before I was in the next man’s arms, but almost immediately, he was lifting me under the backs of my legs, with his other arm around my back. Then he called out to nobody in particular,
“Somebody get a bed roll spread out.”
Next he was lowering me onto it, where I was now in a sitting position on the floor. He immediately began to take my dress down over my shoulders. I didn’t know if I should object, but as I was letting them feel and nibble on my breasts, it seemed silly to worry about it. Now my dress was almost a skirt, being as the bodice was hanging down around the flared part of the dress. And now he was lifting off my bra, but in truth, I actually was glad about that. I think those half cut bra’s look silly once the blouse or dress is open, and anyway, I’m secretly proud of my breasts.

So now all I’ve got on is a loose dress covering the upper part of my legs, and I’m lying down on an old bed-roll on a bar-room floor. The man now has both his hands free; he is using them to work my breasts, while he is kissing my neck and lips. Ok this isn’t a romantic situation, but boy did it feel good. I was soon responding to his probing tongue as if it was an encounter with a lover. Now one of his hands was roaming down my torso and as I felt his fingers reach the edge of my bushy mound, I gave one of my involuntary humps. Now being flat on my back, I was able to assist the lift by forcing my heals back into the floor. I suddenly realised what I was doing as his hand cupped my bushy mound, and I felt his finger ends dancing on the lips of my pussy.

I would have let out a gasp of surprise, and maybe then tried to make some kind of protest, but our mouths were locked in a French kiss, and he wasn’t about to let me break it off! I was wriggling my hips and pulling with both of my hands gripped tightly on his wrist. But my strength was no match for his. So as I tried to fight him off using all my strength, all I succeeded in doing was to shake my dress down my body, to a point where it just slipped over my knees and down to my ankles!

I was now naked, his body weight was now being brought to bear on mine, and he’d got his fingers into my hole. But this was not getting me aroused, on the contrary, the work he’d done so far was now all being undone. And if they were going to keep to their word, the second I got my mouth free, I’d be able to stop him. But I guess he knew that, and he was intent on getting himself in between my legs, and his dick stuck up me before either his time runs out, or I get my lips free. I obviously couldn’t see what he was doing, but as he climbed in between my legs, the contact with his bare skin told me he hadn’t got any pants on!

I resigned my self to a rough desperate thrust, without any easing up or gentle manipulation.
“Hang on there blue. You do know the rules, don’t you?”
I could see the copper’s big truncheon tapping on this man’s shoulder, inches from my eye. The man’s eyes swivelled past mine and focused on it. I saw a look of ‘Oh Shit’ appear in his expression. He knew one lunge of his hips would bring that big wooden baton crashing against his skull. His lips lifted from mine, and I let rip.

“Get him off, he’s raping me!”
“Ok blue, you heard her.”
The man stood up, picking up his pants as he did so, and making one last sulky remark.
“Well at least I got my finger up her.”
Arnold knelt down by my side, and I sat up and lent down to retrieve my dress.

“Are you ok?”
“Yes, but I thought he was going to rape me.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head; we won’t let you get raped. In fact before we let anyone fuck you, I promise we will ask you for a yes. Is that good enough?”
Well I couldn’t really want any more reassurance than that, could I?
“Yes I guess so.”
“But from now on, I’ll be letting two men play with you at the same time.”
“Oh I’m not sure about that.”
“Don’t be silly, just give it a try for me, if you don’t like it we’ll go back to one, ok?”
“Ok then.”
“Here I’ll take that for you.”
“But I was…”
“Don’t be silly, you know there’s no point in trying to cover-up now.”
And with that he stood up, taking my dress with him.

As he moved out, a man knelt down either side of me. One began kissing me, which at first got me a little worried, but then as his hands touched my breasts, I felt my excitement returning. The second man, although I couldn’t see him, must have been somewhere down by my legs, as his first touch was a hand stroking one of my feet, and then the back of my calf. This I found strange, but not worrying. My man at the top is working my breasts to perfection, and his kisses and love bites around my neck are really putting me at my ease. The foot man is kissing his way all around my feet, and now working up my legs. Well my pussy is well and truly on show, and I’m humping it to the manipulation of my breasts, but knowing this man is getting higher with his kisses, is sending a wave of excitement up to my pussy from the other end as well. Oh god! He’s kissing the inside of my left knee, and to do this, he's got my leg folded back flat to the ground on the left hand side of me. Jesus! I knew he would, he’s now folding my right leg open as well; my pussy can’t get stretched any wider!

If I don’t stop him now, then it’ll be too late. He’s kissing my right leg, and licking a line up my inner thigh. God please! Why make me like it so much, if it's wrong? My lips are free to protest. I need to speak now.
“Ple…”
The man is now licking my left leg, starting back down by my knee.
“Did you want to say something?”
I don’t answer, just slowly shake my head.

“Oh god! Yes. Oh god please. Yes yes.”
His tongue touches my pussy lips, and I can’t control my actions. I’m lifting wildly, so much so, his tender licking is ending up with me bashing my pussy into his face. The man who was manipulating my breasts has stood up, but within second he’s back down kneeling astride my bust, without any pants. His great big hard dick dropped in between my tits, and he’s holding them around it as he thrusts towards my face.

The man on my pussy has now got his face firmly into my crotch, as he licks pokes and sucks both my holes and clit. I know it's now game over, and even if I was given the choice at this stage, I’d choose to be fucked, but there is still a nagging worry, thinking about just how many men there are in this bar! But I haven’t time to worry about that, as the man who’s been fucking my tits, has now moved down and is now positioning himself in between my legs!

I see the policeman leaning down towards my face.
“Well Jane Benson, do you want a fucking?”
“Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
What can I say, he was up in one thrust, and it didn’t matter how hard he rammed, my pussy was more than ready for it. I’d already had several minor orgasms while these men had been working on me, but not been able to let myself go, so now I just went with the flow, freaking whenever my body wanted to. Both of these men took their turn to pump their spunk deep up inside me, and as soon as the second one was done, another was ready to take his place.

I remember thinking to myself, ‘so much for his idea of me having two men at a time play with me from now on. Cos they’re back to taking it in turns again’. And in fact a little smirk came to my face. Then this next man took hold of me, and lifted me to my feet, and he got onto the bed-roll and lay flat, just his dick stood to attention. Then as he held his hands out to me, I stepped astride him and lowered myself onto his dick. I was above him on my hands and knees, and having to fuck myself. This I found so strange, raping myself on a total stranger!

It didn’t of course take long before I was ramming myself onto him with the excited enthusiasm of a novice, totally oblivious to the man playing around with my pussy and bottom. It was only when I realised he was pushing something up my bottom, that I froze. He’d got my hips in a tight grip, and his dick was at least two or three inches up my bottom, and still getting deeper. When I could eventually get my breath, and senses back, I let out a protest.
“Stop him. Please he’s fucking my bottom.”
Arnold knelt down by my side.
“Calm down Jane. Come-on just take a deep breath, and hold still."
He turned his head to the man behind me.
"Go on ease some more up her, she’ll take it.”
He’d taken hold of my shoulders, and this man was pushing relentlessly up, just stopping occasionally to give a slight withdrawal, and then back up again.
“Oh god! Please it hurts.”
“Ok she’s got the lot up now.”

“There you are, I bet you never thought you’d be able to take all that?”
“Please, it’s hurting me.”
“Ok, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Come-on we’ll lift you off Jake for a couple of minutes, while Arthur here get that little bottom run-in a bit.”
And as he was saying it, the man up my bottom and Arnold, both lifted me off the dick belonging to the man underneath me. As I felt it slip out, they lowered me back down.
“There you are girl, you’ll be right now. Go on then art, but start off a bit gentle.”

His dick began pumping in and out of my bottom, and I tried to protest.
“Please no.”
“Come-on love you ain’t giving him a chance. Just grit your teeth for the first few strokes and you’ll soon get into the swing of it. Come-on Art, get your fingers on her clit before she starts freaking.”
Well whether it was his fingers on my clit, or as he’d said ‘I’d get used to it after a few strokes’, but one way or another, I just started to get turned on to this fucking, and even began to ride my bottom back to meet him thrusting up me!

His spunk didn’t take long to arrive, and I even felt a minor tremor rippling through my pussy while he pumped it deep inside my bottom! But once he pulled out, the man underneath me wasted no time in getting his dick back into my pussy. Although I immediately joined in by riding with him, I soon felt another pair of hands clasping my hips. I knew this would be another man mounting me from behind, but I’d resigned myself to taking him. I held still while he got into position, and then I could feel the end of his dick at my hole.

Oh god! God yes. Oh ooooh. As soon as it touched, my hole started pulsing, as though it was trying to open to let the dick inside. The dick didn’t hesitate at the entrance; it made contact, and just kept pushing its way up. But this was nothing like last time, this time the exhilaration as my bottom hole began to stretch was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I instinctively pushed my bottom hard backwards, driving myself onto his dick.

That was the signal for them both to get back into their stride, and boy did they give me a fucking. The man under me was thrusting upwards, but the man on top was not only thrusting his dick into me, but also ramming me backwards using his hands on my hips. Both dicks were using their full length, penetrating deep inside me. Gone now the previous feelings of extreme pain, now the pain had moved into the area of sheer pleasure. And all I can say if you don’t understand what I mean by that, is, ‘It’s about time you tried double penetration sex.’

Well I’m now in a world of extreme emotion, being shaken back and forwards as these two men fuck the living daylights out of me. My only thoughts are to attempt to coincide my orgasm with theirs if I can. No worries now about how many more men I’ve got to take, or about my shattered reputation.
“Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.”
The noise of the audience was suddenly overshadowed by a blast of a horn, which although it was nearly a mile away, reverberated through the bar.

“Ok lads, shows over. These u’ll be the last two lucky buggers. The rest of you had better start getting your kit together, he don’t wait around long.”
The sound of the horn on the arriving Land Train had somehow taken my mind off my quest to have a simultaneous orgasm, but no way had it distracted the two men fucking me, they were gonna finish what they’d started come hell or high water. But as these things go, it was only a few minutes before the first man started jerking his cum into my pussy, I was on the point of cuming myself, and there was no way I could hold back until the man up my bottom was ready.

So although the man under me triggered the event, he’d stopped spunking, gone soft, and slipped out long before my silly gasping and moaning had ceased. The man up my bottom actually lifted me up to allow the man under me to get out, he then pulled out, turned me on my back, lifted my legs up high and wide, and re-entered my bottom, but with us in the missionary position. It only took him a few rapid strokes, before he too was cuming, pumping his sticky spunk deep into my bottom.

Once he’d pulled out, like all the others, he just picked up his pants, and walked away, no ‘thank you’, ‘kiss my arse’ or ‘fuck-all.’ But what did I expect? I sat myself up, and could see all the men busily sorting out their kit bags, finishing their beers, and beginning to make their way outside. I was about to get to my feet, thinking I’d better get a move-on. Then Arnold put his hand on my shoulder.
“Hold-on there my little beauty, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?”
“Don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward for organising that little party game for you? And what about Ken here? He was the one who looked after you making sure you didn’t get raped.”
So what did happen to me? Wasn’t I raped? Well in their eyes, obviously not. It was just a game, which they thought I should be grateful for them organising. Well what the fuck, two more men won’t make any difference to either my reputation or to how sore I’ll feel later.

Then I suddenly thought,
“What about the road train, I can’t miss that?”
“Don’t worry your little self about that, both drivers will be in here as soon as they park-up, to get a few cold beers before they set off. They know the score anyway, so they’ll be taking you into the cab with them when they set off. Come on then girl, get that pussy of yours wrapped around my dick, Ken’ll take your arse.”

Both these men were big. Not just the bodily physique, but I mean real big dicks. None of the men up to now had been anywhere near in either length or thickness. So as he pushed into my pussy, I took a sharp intake of breath, the stretching pushing my sensation to the limit. Then once he’d got fully up, I felt ken’s dick end, bearing in mind at this stage, I didn’t know how big ken was!

Like before my bottom pulsed, and I tried to push back as he thrust forwards. But god this was so tight, even with me doing my best to push against him, it took at least five or six in and out thrusts to ease him up, and I don’t think it was all in at that. But all in or not, they both began to fuck me, slowly at first, but getting faster and deeper all the time. I don’t think I actually blacked out, but I was in a trance like state, bordering on the limit of pain and pleasure. Big dicks are nice once you get used to them, but taking these two men at the same time must have been near to my absolute limit. They both cum, and I guess I had a minor tremor, but in truth, that was one experience, that went too far.

Once I had gained my senses, I was given a bowl of water and some towels to clean myself down. Once this was done I found myself a clean pair of knickers from my case, and put the bra and dress back on. The two drivers of the land train had just finished drinking their second beers, so with a third one in their hands, they escorted me out to their big truck.

All the men were now on board, in the three big metal trailers, with only a canvas tarpaulin stretched across the top to keep out the blaze of the sun. It was sheeted down leaving a large gap at both front and back, to aid the air flow through the trailer. But even though I never had to endure travelling in there, I’d imagine it must have been unbearable. I was however escorted past the trailers, up to the front wheel of the big truck that pulled them. To the back of the front wheel was a ladder, and it took a climb of about six feet to get up to the door to the cab.

One of the drivers climbed up first, opened the door and climbed inside, turning around to sit in the doorway. I went next, followed by the other driver, who I assumed wanted to get a look up my dress. Once we were all inside, the big engine fired up, and with a lurch, we began to move, slowly at first, but gradually over a distance of about a mile, and sixteen different gear changes later, we were eventually rolling along at about 35 MPH. You might not think that’s very quick, but I’m telling you, on those dirt roads, that is really moving.

“There’s a bunk in the back of the cab, I guess you’ll want a bit of shut-eye, it’ll be a long trip.”
“Thank you. I half expect… No, sorry. Just thank you.”
I turned and began to clamber into the cabs bunk area.
“Come-on then. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter.”
“Come-on, we’re doing you a favour here, the least you can do is be frank with us.”
“I’m sorry. But it’s just me tarring you with the same brush as all these other brutes out here.”

“So what were you going to say?”
“I half expected you two to both want, you know, sex.”
“And if we did?”
“Well I expect like you say, you’re doing me a favour. If you hadn’t let me ride up here, I’d be getting raped in the trailer, so it would be only fair to reward you.”
“Well I hadn’t even thought about sex, but being as you put it like that, I think you’re right. Tell you what, I’ll climb in the bunk with you now, and once you’ve sorted me out, I’ll drive while you sort out Graham. How’s that sound?”

‘Hadn’t even thought of it,’ who’s he kidding! But after my last ordeal, taking these two one at a time couldn’t be too much of a job, no matter how big their dicks were.
“Come-on then Charlie, lets see what turns you on.”
As I got onto the bunk, I stripped off naked, and lay on my back, Charlie soon joined me, he had already stripped before climbing over.

He fucked me three times, once up my bottom, and twice in my pussy, but I won’t go into detail, as it was pretty uneventful. In fact even though I wouldn't tell him. I found it quite boring. Yes I had minor tremors, but nothing that could have be measured on the Richter scale. So as he moved away, having satisfied his sexual urge, I lay back waiting for non event number two to arrive. I guess it isn’t possible for a man on his own to build the sexual atmosphere that I’d just experienced in that bar.

They don’t stop the truck to change over drivers, but it isn’t just a two second operation. So while they were going about there changeover routine, the effect of the beer, tiredness, and the motion of the truck, all combined to send me to the land of nod. So I’m sleeping away, and drifting into dreamland.

As you might expect, my dream is about sex, or more accurately, me being fucked. Well let’s start as far back in my dream as I can remember, cos like all dreams, the actual start is very vague. I think I’m lying in a hay-cart, or something like that, and I can feel the sun beating down on me. Yes it is a hay-cart, and it’s being pulled by my uncle’s old Fergie tractor. In fact as I turn to look forwards, he is looking back waving. I wave back to him, but now he’s shaking his fist. I wonder why, but as I roll over onto my back again, I see old Dave (Dave is what we’d call the village idiot, a grown man, that has the mental age of a child) looming high above me, blocking out the sun. Now Dave is tugging at my dress, and it shreds like it’s made of paper, so now I'm suddenly naked. 

But Dave is no longer Dave; he’s now Robin Hood or more accurately, Errol Flynn. This is one weird dream, Robin Hood is stood above me, blocking the sun from my eyes, and taking off his clothes. I’m on my back, naked, with him stood in between my open legs. He smiles down at me, God look at his chin, such a firm square jaw. He takes off his shirt, God look at his naked chest, so broad and manly. He pulls down his tights; God look at the size of his dick, the reputation he’s got doesn’t do him justice. He towers above me, with a dick dropping almost down to his knees.

Now he kneels down, puts his hands on my ankles, and I willingly lift them high and wide. He kisses my inner thigh, my pussy begins to throb. Now he’s kissing the other side, god, I’m on fire, I want him, I want him now. His kisses get higher up my leg until he’s kissing my pussy lips. I’m lifting my pussy high to meet his tongue, and he’s lapping into my slit. Now he’s sucking my clit, my pussy is pulsing wildly. His tongue traces its way up over my mound of bushy hair, across my naked belly, laps into my belly button, continues up the valley of my ribs, climbs the mountain that is my left tit, and circles my nipple. With each nibble and tweak that his mouth makes on my nipples, I heave towards him with my pussy. Oh god what a sensational lover he is.

So romantic. So handsome. Oh my god! He’s so big as well. His dick is stretching my pussy, and as I thrust towards him I accelerate the entry of his monster. My tummy feels inflated as he reaches full depth. His thrusting starts slowly, but in no time, he’s increasing his speed. Now he’s got hold of my hips and he is ramming me hard. This isn’t a dream; my head is being banged against the end wall of the bunk! Oh god it’s real! This man is giving me a fucking to rival anything I’ve had earlier today. The sweat is pouring off me, and my body is being pulverised by his powerful thrusting.

Now with my eyes wide open I can see this isn’t Errol Flynn or Robin Hood, its Graham the second driver. And right now, I’ll take back what I said earlier about one man not being able to get me going. He’s got my body doubled-up with my legs stretched wide open, and ankles up by my shoulders. His ramming is so violent, but I want more of it. Now I’m awake, I begin to express my feeling to him.

“Yes fuck me harder! Oh yes fuck it! Yes more. Up my arse!”
Well I can maybe understand me getting into the swing of thinks, and talking dirty, but I’ve never used the word arse before. And anyway, do I really want him to fuck my bottom? Well I’ve done it now, he obviously heard me, and his dick is now lining up my bottom hole. My bottom is again pulsing open, ready to take him. Oh fuck yes! God how could I have not liked being fucked in the bottom that first time?

“Yes fuck it! Give it to me! Oh god yes harder! Oh god I’m cuming.”
Well as my pussy exploded, so did his dick. He was jerking his cum up my bottom, and I jerked my hips, and my pussy literally squirted my cum all over his belly. God did I feel ashamed, it was as though I was a little girl again, and I’d wet myself. Or more to the point, as though I’d some how peed on him. His spunk was all spent, then his dick went limp and slipped out. At which point he let go of my ankles, and I let my legs fall back against the wall one side, and across into the cab area on the other. But my orgasm was still going, not squirting, but my hips giving random pumps, and sticky fluid trickling from my pussy.

It appeared to go on for ever, but I guess it was only a minute or two. When I felt my normal head returning, I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked down. What a mess. God did I feel embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done that before.”
“So old Graham here ain’t such a bad old fuck?”
“Are you kidding, I’ve never. I mean you were the best I’ve ever had. Nobody has ever made it do that before.”
“Here. Get yourself cleaned up.”
He handed me a towel and a damp cloth.
“You can have yourself a sleep now; we won’t be stopping for about ten hours.”

Then he turned away, with the biggest smile on his face. I got myself cleaned-up, and snuggled myself back into the bunk, this time my dream was just that, still about sex, or me being fucked, but it meandered through all other things as well. But one more thing I will mention, is Grahams dick, it wasn’t the monster I’d dreamt about, I’d say it was fairly average, so how he got me so aroused, I’ll never know.

I awoke several hours later, and the big truck was still rumbling it way along the road. But I guess this section was more rutted than the previous stretch, and even though the truck was travelling slower, it was lurching about quite violently. It must have been this lurching about that had stirred me from my slumbers, and as I sat up, Graham turned and gave me a big smile.

“How’s our Jane? Does that feel better?”
“I feel wonderful, but I could eat a horse.”
“Well I haven’t got any horses for you, but there’s some tucker in here, go on help yourself.”
He handed me a tin box, with various food items in it. I got myself up, and made my way across into the cab area, where I sat down next to Graham, and began eating.

“So what exactly are you coming out to this god forsaken place for?”
When I explained what I was going to be doing and who I was going to be working for, he shook his head.
“You poor little girl; looks like you’ve been suckered.”
“What do you mean?”
Well it turns out the man who owns the mine, lives on his own, isn’t married, and hasn’t got children. And his name is Mr Gordon, not Simpson. The only Mr Simpson of any note runs a brothel, about two miles from the mine! So it looked at this point like I’d come all the way from England to work as a whore in an out-back brothel!

The story does continue, but I don’t take up my arranged position working in a brothel, I manage to get a job… Well I think I’ll leave that for part two, that is if anyone is interested.

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It was a beautiful summer’s day, and as I’d got the day off work, Brian said he’d sort out his workload, so he could meet me at the house, some time around mid-day. We were going out there to see how the house was progressing; they had supposedly got the roof tiled, so by now I would be able to see the building really taking shape. He said meeting him at 12:00 o’clock would give me time to do some shopping before I made my way out to the house. He was also insistent that I took my mom along with me, this I found a bit irritating. Not that I minded my mom coming with me, but it was as though he didn’t trust me on my own out there with the builders.

He, of course, said he just didn’t trust these rough country types. See my Brian came from a well-to-do family in Harrogate, and he did have this attitude of looking down on people who only did manual jobs. So dutifully I’d asked my mom, and she said that although she needed to go to the doctors in the morning, she’d meet me out at the house by 12 o’clock.

Now another thing Brian had given me orders on was what to wear, or to be more accurate, “I don’t want you arriving up there with nothing on.”
“What are you on about?”
“You know what I mean, its ok you lounging about out here (we were in my mom’s back garden) soaking up the sun showing off your belly button, but make sure you put something a bit more respectable on when you go up there.  I don’t want all those men leering at you.”  He could be such an old fuddy-duddy at times, it wasn’t as though I was naked; I’d got a bikini on.  And anyway, I wouldn’t have gone out dressed in just a bikini.

I had a lazy morning, getting up late, and as he’d said, I did some shopping.  But before I set out to the house, I returned home to get changed.  Even by 10:30 the sun had lifted the temperature up into the 80’s, and my little car was like an oven.  So regardless of Brian and his instructions, I put on a little tennis blouse and skirt I’d just bought.  Ok it was skimpy, but in this weather, it just felt right. 

It was about 11:00 and I was making my way out from Ashbourne, the small town where I lived at present, along the very narrow roads, into the Dove Dale valley.  The skies suddenly turn black, and I knew we were in for a violent lightning storm. Then the rain came crashing down, hitting the screen of my car so hard, I thought it would break.

I had to stop the car, it was impossible to see the road in front of me.  The lightning was whitening the sky over the tops of the hills to the left side of my car, and then a few seconds later would come the crash of thunder.  The nearest strike was about 5 seconds away, and as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped.  It had only lasted about five minutes, and now everywhere was eerily silent, apart from the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance, and the sound of the water dripping from the trees at the side of the road.

I resumed my journey, going very carefully, as in places there were streams of water taking short-cuts across the road.  Nothing very deep; but never the less, it was still a little unnerving.  The rain storm was still going strong at the other end of the valley behind me, but where I was, the sun was making clouds of steam rise from the roads.  I was only about 3 miles from our new house, but the small stream that would normally be gently meandering its way alongside the road, was now running quite wild.

And with every minute that passed by, it got wilder, and in places actually was up to the level of the road surface. The speed the water was flowing at was actually getting quite frightening, as it carried all sorts of debris along in its path.  But now I was turning from the road onto the small track that leads up the side of the valley to where our new house is being built, I began to feel a little easier, knowing I was climbing up away from its angry noise.

As my little car climbed higher, I got a better overall view of the valley, and a cold shiver went down my spine.  The road I’d just arrived by was no longer in sight and the little stream was a raging river, at least 50 feet wide. It didn’t seem somehow real; I was in bright sunlight with a flood tearing its way along the valley bottom, and only a few miles away at the end of the valley the skies were black as your hat!

Then as I turned the sharp bend in the track, standing so big and magnificent was my new dream house.  Ok the gardens around it were like a building site, but the house was like something out of a magazine.  I stopped the car, and almost cried.  To think that in only a few short months, I’d be living there.  Then as I looked back down into the valley, I thanked god that I’d arrived when I did.

I started the car and slowly made my way into what would soon be my drive, and stopped by the builders vans.  There were three vans, a lorry and two cars.  I knew we had a few men working on the place, but I never realised there was that many.  At least five of them were standing in the main lounge, leaning out of the window frame. I say frame, as there was no glass in the building yet. With three more, doing the same, out of one of the upstairs bedroom windows.

I opened my car door, swung my legs out onto the sill, but stopped before putting them to the ground.  The uneven ground that led to the house was a quagmire of muddy puddles and building materials of all sorts.  I know building sites are untidy and dangerous at the best of times, but now with all this water about, I couldn’t think how I could negotiate my way to the house.

“Hang-on love.”
One of the men was splashing his way, striding from one pile of rubble to another, occasionally his foot would slip into a puddle, but with his big builder’s boots on, he didn’t look concerned.

Then he was at my open car door. 
“I guess you’ll be the Mrs Howard to be?”
“Yes. But I’m not a Howard yet, and anyway, you can call me Kate. Are you Mr Johnson?”
“That’s me, but you just call me Stan. I’m the one building your little love nest for you.  Well what do you make of this then?  It’s a rum old storm and no mistake.  Looks like you only just got off that valley road in the nick of time. We’ve been a watching you make your way along the valley.  There’s one thing for sure, there won’t be anyone using that road again today.  I shouldn’t wonder we’ll all be marooned out here until tomorrow.”

I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and when he said it, I suddenly realised how serious this was.  A few minutes later, and me and my little car could have been swept away never to be found again.  A sudden wave of fear came over me, and I began to shake. 
“Here my dear. Come-on don’t fret, you’ll be safe up here.”
He’d knelt down, bent forwards into the car, and taken hold of me around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest.  I had turned into a gibbering wreck; I just let my face bury itself into his shoulder, and began blubbering like a baby. 

“That’s right my dear, you let it all out, I bet that gave you a right old scare. Here, take my hanky, it ain’t the cleanest, but it’ll dry them tears for you.”
He was so patient and kind, kneeling in a big muddy puddle, just to comfort me. And I had no idea why I was crying, I hadn’t been hurt. But gradually I did sort of come to my senses, and started to take in the situation.
“How’s that, feel a bit better now?”

This man was very well built, with a chest as broad as an ox, and a naked chest at that.  He’d got a pair of old jeans on, that had been cut off to make shorts, but the bottom of the legs were all frayed, making a frill of cotton threads.  As I’d said, the sun was still shining here, and even with the sudden rain storm, the temperature was still soaring.  But as he knelt there in front of me, I realised I could see the end of his cock through the veil of cotton threads.  I, of course, looked away, but no way could I get the sight from my mind.

No matter what he was saying, my eyes kept straying back to get a look.  It was only the head of his cock, but such a big fat head, and it was as though the one eye was looking back at me.
“Are you feeling better now?”
I suddenly came to my senses, and realised he was talking to me.
“Yes, yes thank you. I don’t know what came over me.”

Now I’d gone from gibbering wreck, to bitch on heat. And as well as the heat I could feel in my neck and face, my tummy was all butterflies, and my pussy began to pulsate.
“You look like you could do with a lie down.” 
Well he was right about that, and I needed him lying down on top of me! But I could hardly tell him that. 
“No I’ll be alright, sorry; I don’t know why I broke down like that.” 
“It’s only natural my dear, its not every day you come that close to meeting your maker.  But it’s all over now.  Look here's some of the lads coming; they’ll give me a hand to get you inside.”

“Is she ok boss?”
He was right, we were being joined by at least five more men, all like him, well built, and dressed in only ragged looking shorts.  But as they arrived at the car door, I noticed their eyes were all focused as one, and the target for their attention was my crotch.  I then realised I was still sitting with my feet perched on the door sill, but with all the attention Stan had been giving me, my knees had fallen open to allow him to get close enough to comfort me.  As I told you, I’d been home and changed into a little tennis outfit I’d just bought, it was a loose fitting cotton blouse, with a short cotton skirt with built-in knickers.  But at least the knickers were reasonably cut so they did protect my modesty as I sat there with all eyes focused.  At this point, I was glad I’d at least paid token attention to Brian’s advice; maybe he wasn’t such a fuddy duddy after all.

“Yes she’ll be ok, but we need to carry her to the house.”
“No, I’m ok, I can walk.”
“Don’t be silly Kate, you’ll get yourself plastered. Anyway, without boots on, you never know what you might get your feet caught on. I don’t suppose you fancy a fire-mans lift?”
“What’s one of them?”
“You know, I’ll bend down, and you just lean over my shoulder.”
I didn’t get time to answer, but my expression must have said it all.
“Ok I’ll take that as a no.”

“We could take a leg each, and Kate could put her arms around our shoulders.”  Came the suggestion from one of his men.
“What about putting an old sack in the wheelbarrow, and she could sit in there?”  Came another man’s suggestion.
“You could have an idea there; but it’d be very hard on her bottom, and she'd get all mucked up. But if I sat in the barrow, she could sit on my lap.”  Was Stan’s solution. 
I didn’t like the idea of being slung over his shoulder, or being carried by two men with my legs held wide apart.  But sitting on his lap, with that big fat cock touching my legs was definitely a no no.

So instead, I made my own suggestion, “I’ve got an old travel blanket in the back of my car, if I put that in your barrow, it should be ok for that distance.” 
“Ok Jim, get the barrow, and make sure you put a few empty cement sacks in there first.  Right Kate, where’s this blanket?”
I knelt up onto my seat, and stretched over the back to get the blanket.  Then as I turned back and gave it to Stan, one of the men helped me to my feet, and I was stood in my car doorway, on the sill waiting for my transport to arrive.

As Jim turned the barrow to face back to the house, I’d expected him to bring it in close enough for me to step into.  But with my car door open, this prevented them getting the barrow close, so it was some feet away.  Then without asking, one man moved into the doorway either side of me, and pulled my arms around their shoulders.
“You ready for this?” Said one of them.
 I thought, are well, I’ve got to get to the barrow one way or another, so I replied, “As I’ll ever be.”

With that, their hands took hold under my knees, and I was lifted into a horizontal position, with legs wide open, and carried the few feet to the barrow. They then lowered my bottom into the barrow, while still holding my legs up high.  I’d got my arms from their shoulders, and placed my hands firmly onto the sides of the barrow, but they still had my legs held high. 
“Hey! Come-on, let go of my legs.”
“Yes come-on lads, you’ve had your fun.” Said Stan.
With that my feet were carefully placed down into the barrow, but it still meant my legs were bent double, with my knees up high, allowing everyone a good look up my skirt.

But as they began the slow walk back towards the house, the men were all walking in a tight circle around the barrow.
“Sorry about that Kate, they didn’t mean any harm. You know what these lads are like for larking about. I hope they didn’t upset you? You won’t be complaining to that fiancé of yours will you?”

“No, don’t be silly, it wasn’t as though anyone touched me.  I’m not like my Brian; I’m a working class girl.  I wasn’t really worried; I knew they were just having fun.”
“Well that’s real sporting of you my dear, from what I’ve seen of your Brian, I recon he’d have gone ape-shit. Excuse my French.”
“You’re right, and I don’t think he’d approve of me getting a ride like this in this barrow either.”
“Not with all my lads here gawking at your knickers.”
“Well that’s all they will see! This is a tennis skirt with sewn-in knickers; it’s made to keep prying eyes from seeing things they shouldn’t ought to see.”

“Hey that’s my phone.”
Off ran Stan splashing his way from one puddle to another as he raced across to a caravan that was perched up on bricks at the side of the house.  They used the caravan as office/canteen while they were on site.  Stan had arrived at the caravan, and within a couple of seconds the end window opened, and he was leaning out of it, waving the phone in his hand.
“It’s your fiancé, and he sounds in a bit of a state. Come-on Jim get her over here as quick as you can.”

Jim started trying to get a move-on, but the barrow began bouncing me about, almost throwing me out as the barrow wheel bumped over the rough ground and rubble. 
“Hold-up there Jim, you’ll have poor little Kate tipped out on the ground at that rate.”
Jim stopped the barrow, and Ken, lent across, putting one arm under my knees, and his other around my back.
“Come on love, get your arm around my neck and hang on, otherwise he’ll have your little bottom all black and blue.”
Without thinking I just did as he’d said, and next second he was running across the site, as Stan had done splashing from puddle to puddle.

When we arrived at the caravan, instead of putting me down in the door-way, he took me to the open window where Stan was leaning out holding the phone.  But as the caravan was actually mounted on big building blocks, it meant this window was high in the air.  So Ken sort of swung me around, lifting me up and onto his shoulder, where I kind of balanced for a second allowing him to let go with his hands and then take hold of my waist.  Then he just lifted me high in the air, and sat me on the top of a tall stack of timber that was piled next to the caravan window.

So perched up high in the air, I took hold of the phone.
“Hello.”
“Are, there you are. I’ve been worried sick. The roads are all closed around here, and I can’t even get out of Buxton.”
While I’m busy trying to talk to Brian, all the men were congregating in front of where I was sitting.
“I’m ok. There was no need for you to worry.”
“What about your mom, is she there with you?”
I knew he would only get all screwed-up if I told him I was up here by myself; so I told Brian lie number one.
“Yes, she’s here. We’re both ok thanks.”

“Ok, I’ll try getting out of Buxton on the Macclesfield road, and coming into the valley from the other end. It’ll probably take me some time, but I’ll let you know how I’m getting on later.”
“I don’t think it’s worth you trying. The valley road isn’t even there any more. There’s no way you’ll be able to get up here.”
“What do you mean, isn’t there?”
“That’s just what I do mean, from here; I can see the whole valley is one big wide river, it’s flooded to at least 100 feet wide.”
“So how did you get there?”
“I only just got off the valley road before the flood arrived.”
“What about your mom?”
“Oh, yes, she was with me in my car.”
I told Brian lie number two, and one of the men who stood in front of me was wagging his finger, and mouthing the words, ‘Naughty girl, telling hubby porky pies.’

“So you’re both unharmed?”
“Yes, we’re fine.”
I’m stuck up in the air, with all the men stood in a semi-circle directly in front of me, their heads about in line of site with the height of the timber pile I’m sat on. I was having difficulty concentrating on what Brian was saying, with one of the men making silly gestures and taking the Mickey out of my every answer.  And then to make matters worse, the two men stood at the extreme ends of the semi-circle of onlookers, both put their hands on the inside of my knees, and began to gently pull my legs open.

Without thinking about the phone in my hand, I said,
“Hey! Pack it in!”
“What’s happening, who’s there with you?”
“Nothing, just the cat, pulling at the phone cable.”
It was the first thing that came into my head, and I could hardly tell him I had over half a dozen men playing silly buggers, trying to get a peek at my knickers!

“Ok, But what are you going to do about getting home, shall I get onto the emergency services to see if they will get a helicopter out to you?”
“God Brian!  Don’t be so melodramatic.  I’m not going to come to any harm having to spend a night out here.  I’m sure they've got some food, and it isn’t as if I’ll be out here on my own.”
“I guess so, but put Johnson on the phone, I want to make sure he looks after you properly.”
I handed the phone back into the caravan.
“He wants to have a word with you.”

Then as Stan moved back inside the caravan to talk to my Brian, I thought I’d try to sort out these overgrown school boys that were tormenting me.  But being perched so high, I dare not try to jump to the ground; and try as I may to pry the hands from my knees, they were far too strong.  I was telling them to take their hands off, but not wanting Brian to hear, it was all kind of mime and whispers. Then Stan leant back out of the window, handing the phone back to me.

“Hi darling.”
“Ok now I’ve told Johnson, I expect him to look after you and your mom, and he says he’ll let you have the use of his caravan tonight, while he and his men sleep in the House. He says he has plenty of food there, so I guess there’s no more I can do for now. If you’re sure you’ll be ok, then I’ll let you get yourself sorted, and I’ll phone again tomorrow morning to see how things are getting on.”
“Ok. Bye till tomorrow, love you.”
“Night night.”

And with that the phone went dead.
“Can I ring my mom, I’d forgotten about her meeting me here, I hope she’s alright.”
Stan held the receiver buttons down, “What’s her number?”
I told him the number to her mobile (cell phone), and within seconds my mom was answering.

“Hello, Mrs Kelly Speaking.”
“Hi mom, it’s me. Where are you? Are you alright?”
“Oh Kate, I’m so sorry, you wouldn’t believe the morning I’ve had. It’s absolute murder trying to get around town. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get out to your house, my little fiat has broken down, and I can’t get a taxi for love or money.”
“So are you still at home?”
“Yes dear, as I said, my cars broke-down.”
“But you’re alright?”
“Yes why?”

“Look mom, I need to ask you a favour.”
“What my dear?”
“Well Brian thinks you’re already up here with me.”
“Why? Isn’t he there?”
“No I only just got off the valley road before the whole valley flooded, and the valley road isn’t even there any more. Brian got stuck in Buxton.”
“Oh my God Kate! Are you ok?”
“Yes mom, I got up to the house and I’m quite safe. But the problem is, when Brian asked if you were here, I knew he’d get worried if he thought I was up here on my own with all these builders, so I said you were here with me.”
“Oh. So what do I do if he comes to my house?”
“You know what he’s like; he wouldn’t visit you even if he knew you were there, so he’s hardly likely to come to Ashbourne if he thinks you’re up here with me.”

“So what exactly do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. But somehow, when the water does recede, I need you to get up here before Brian.”
Now all the time I’ve been talking the men around me were getting more adventurous, or cruder, depending on how you view these things.  A couple of them were stroking my legs, and I was attempting to get them off with slaps, but it was like swatting flies, as soon as you slap one, another hand touches somewhere else.  But more worrying, one man began stroking his dick!  It was still inside his shorts, but he was pulling the material tight as he stroked, showing me its size.

Then Stan began to make gestures as he lent out of the window.
“Hang on a second mom. Look you lot, pack-it-in!”
Then I turned to Stan.
“Please Stan tell them to behave themselves.”
Stan put his finger on the mute button of the phone, meaning my mom wouldn’t hear what was being said.

“I’ve got a pal who’s got a Land Rover; I bet if I was to phone him up, he'd be able to get your mom here using the road over the top of Darwin’s peak.”
“What you mean get mom out here tonight?”
“No, it’s far too treacherous tonight, but maybe some time tomorrow morning, before the valley road has cleared, and more important for you, before your Brian arrives.”
“Oh god yes! That would be great. Shall I ask my mom if she can be ready?”
“Well maybe.”

He was just looking at me with a kind of silly smirk on his face, and as he didn’t let go of the mute button, it was obvious I couldn’t ask mom yet.
“Ok. What is the maybe?”
“Well Kate my dear, if I get this arranged for you, and we all keep your Brian in the dark about these little white lies of yours, is there gonna be any rewards coming our way?”
“Like what?”
“If that’s your attitude love, then I think I’ll cut your mom off now, and call your Brian and explain how I don’t think it right and proper for his fiancé to be spending a night out here with all my men, I’m not sure I want the responsibility of keeping them under control.”

“You wouldn’t? Please don’t do that. If he knew I’d been deceitful, he might call off the wedding. What were you thinking of for rewards, surely you don’t expect me to have sex with any of you?”
“God no! Nobody mentioned having sex. But maybe you could put on a little bit of a show for the lads?”
“Like what? Strip?”
“Why not? It’ll keep them occupied, and that way we all get something out of it.”
“Just a strip, no touching, and nobody tell anyone what went on?”
“That’ll do us wont it lads?”
There was a general sort of cheer, and acknowledgment with various gestures.

“Ok. But that’s as far as it goes. Can I ask mom if she can be ready in the morning? What time do you think?”
He let go of the mute button, and said,
“I’ll try to get him to be ready for nine o’clock, but we won’t know until we see how the weather is tomorrow.”
“Hi mom, sorry about the delay, but Stan, he’s the builder, he says he has a pal with a 4 x 4 that can pick you up tomorrow morning, and bring you here over the top of the mountain, using the old dirt track.”
”Is that safe?”
“He says they’ll wait for the right weather conditions, but it will mean you’ll be here before the valley road is opened, but more important before Brian arrives.”
“Ok if you’re sure that’s what you want?”

“But will you be safe up there with all those men on your own?”
“Course I will, it’s not like they are going to rape me, for gods sake, I know who they are, so they wouldn't dare.”
Now as I was saying this, I saw at least three of them with their shorts pulled down, and dicks in their hands, stroking their lengths in a taunting manner.
“Ok my dear, I’ll be ready in the morning, night night.”
“Bye mom.”

I handed the phone back to Stan, and as soon as he’d put it back down I asked.
“Stan, please tell them.”
“Tell them what? They’re only showing you how much you turn them on.”
“But you agreed there’d be no touching?”
“They aren’t touching you, are they?”
“No, but I don’t exactly feel very safe with them playing with their ….. You know what’s.”
“Well I’ve heard lots of names for a dick, but that’s a new one on me. Come on one of you, lift our Kate down and we’ll take her inside, so she can show us what a little mover she is.”

Before anyone took a hold of me,
“Hang on a minute. You promised no touching. Haven’t you got some step ladders?”
“Bloody hell Kate, don’t tell me you object to someone lifting you down.”
“I know your men, it starts with hands on my waist, and before I know it, they’ll be sliding them up inside my blouse.  Just bring some steps, and I’ll get myself. Ouch oh my bottom.”
As I’d been talking, I’d shuffled myself forwards to the edge of the wood pile, so as I could climb onto the step when they arrived. But this little skirt had slid from under me, and the bare cheeks of my bottom were on the rough wooden planking. My shuffling had impaled me on a splinter. I guess only small, but god did it sting.

“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got a splinter in me.”
“Silly girl, Jim, reach up there and lift her, but make sure you lift her backwards first, to pull her off the splinter. And you Kate, don’t struggle, if you’d have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Jim reached up, hands on my waist, and lifted, pushing me backwards at the same time.
“Ouch!”

I was up from the wood pile, and now he just tipped me over his left shoulder, and carried me like I was an old kit bag. My arms were dangling down his back, and he had both his hands on the inside of my legs about six inches above knee height.
“Bring her into the van.” Called Stan. Jim did as he was told, and then lowered me onto the bed/settee in the end of the caravan. Stan knelt down in front of me and took hold of my ankles.
“Come on then, let’s have your bottom up, and get that splinter out for you.”
And with that, he was lifting my legs up and tipping me onto my back.

“Here Jim, you hold these for me.” He said as he passed my ankles to Jim, with me now held on my back, ankles almost touching my shoulders.  Which, of course, meant my legs were parted some-what.
“Please, is this necessary?”
“We’ve got to get it out for you; you wouldn’t want it turning septic. Now just hold her still. Let’s see now, are I think that’s the little bugger.  It’s right on the edge of your panties.”

“Can you see it?”
“Well I can see where it’s scratched you.  But I think it’s broken off, I’m not sure if there’s still some left in.”
“Maybe it’ll be ok; I can put some cream on it tomorrow.”
“Don’t be a silly girl, I’ll hold your legs, and let Jim have a look; these young’uns have got better eyesight.”

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

“Uhhh.”
As his fingers made contact I took in a sharp audible intake of breath.
“Sorry did that hurt?”
“No. I didn’t mean to do it; you just took me by surprise.”
“Well I’m just going to squeeze it a little, to see if I can get it to pop out. You tell me if it hurts.”

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

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

“I’m sure there’s something still in here, but I can’t seem to get it moving. Can you just open her legs a bit wider boss, and I’ll try sucking on it, see if that does any good.”
“I… P… Please… No…”
Stan had just taken my ankle that he was already holding, and spread them wide open. Then hearing me trying to make some kind of objection, he asked.  “Are you ok?”

“Please no, just leave it now.”
“Don’t be a silly girl; it’s got to come out. Just let me know if it hurts you.”
And Jim just carried on as though I’d never spoken, although I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. It felt like his fingers that were inside my knickers, were easing my gusset across!  Then as his mouth made contact with the splinter area, his little fingers were pulled out of my pussy, to be replaced by his first two fingers, the size and length left me in no doubt about this.  But my pussy was so wet and willing; it was as though it was sucking them in.

“N No please No.”
“What’s wrong, is it stinging?”
“Oh god! No. Please tell him to stop.”
“Hang on Jim, she’s getting upset.”
Jim sat up, but his two fingers were still deep inside my pussy.
“She don’t feel all that upset, I got the impression she was enjoying it.”
And with that he began giving my pussy a few long sliding probes, whilst waiting for my reaction.  My pussy loved it, and my hips lifted to let him know the fact.  It sent such a thrill through my body, while he kept his fingers moving, I was at a loss to get my words out.

Then he stopped, fingers still deep inside me, and he waited for me to speak.  It must have taken me at least half a minute to get myself together.
“Please don’t. You promised no touching. I I know I’m at your mercy, but please no more.”
He slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them to his mouth, making sure all the onlookers through the door and windows, all got to see what he was doing.

“That is one sweet tasting pussy you’ve got there Kate, I can’t believe you don’t want to try a length of my dick up there.”
“Please no. Stan please. I’ve said I’ll do a strip for you. But please, let me get up now.”
Jim answered, “Hang on love; I haven’t got that splinter sorted yet. If I keep my fingers out of your little twat, do you want me to have another try to see if I can suck the little bugger out?”
“It makes sense Kate my love; it’ll only turn bad if you leave it.” Chipped in Stan.

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

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

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

“Are you ok?”
I’d just about come down to earth, and was now feeling very embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed.
“You promised me no touching.”
“Well no harm done, and you did seem to be enjoying it.”
“But all the same, you promised.”

“Come on no sulking, we didn’t hurt you. Anyway, we could easily have given you a good old fucking, but we didn’t. So surely you must be grateful for that?”
I thought for a second and realised he was right, I’d expected Jim to have fucked me once he’d got me that turned on, so I guess I hadn’t got off to badly.
“I guess so.” I replied.

I’d sat up by now, and pulled my gusset back across to cover up my pussy. 
“Come on then, show me just how grateful you are.”
“Oh no. What do you want now?”
“Don’t be a spoil sport, come on you told me earlier you were a working class girl, like us lot. Don’t go getting all snooty now.”
“Well what do you want me to do?”
“Come and sit on my knee, just a little kiss and cuddle.”
“Just you?”

“Of course, just me, come on, let’s be having you.”
As I got up and walked towards him, “Ok, but no monkey business.”
I sat my bottom back onto his knee, and he pulled me up close to him, lying me back in his arm as he lent across and we began kissing, tongues were swapping juices almost immediately, and the on looking audience were all making their own comments.

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

I said, “Gasp! Ok. I think we’d better call that it.”
“Oh come on, I was just getting into my stride.”
“Yes, that’s what I was afraid of. Come on, you said just a little kiss. And I’ve let you, well you know, you’ve had my bra off. If we don’t stop now, I can see you going all the way.”
“I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to, I don’t believe in using force.”
“I wasn’t saying you would force me, but you know how to make a girl forget her modesty.”

“So now we have it; it isn’t me you don’t trust, it's you. That gives me an idea for a game.”
“Oh no, what are you cooking up now?”
Well you’ve already agreed to strip for the lads, but by now, they’ve seen both your tits and pussy, so getting dressed just to strip off is a bit pointless.”
“So what are you expecting me to do now?”

“A little game of hide and seek.  You hide, and we all come looking for you.  The one that finds you gets to snog (kiss & cuddle) you for ten minutes.”
“So if I agree, how many times do you expect me to do this for, in other words, how many men do you expect me to have a snog with?”
“Well there’s only ten of us here, so surely that isn’t too many?”
“If you’re all gonna get a go at me, what’s the point in me hiding?  Anyway, I think if I let five men snog me, then that should be good enough.”

“So you’re game for it, it’s just how many times you do it that you’re not sure about?”
“I’m not sure what I’m letting myself in for. I hide, you all look for me.
Then what? Who ever finds me, gets me on the floor there and then, and starts snogging me? Who counts the time? Can I be sure he won’t do anything else but snog me?”
“Ok this is how I see it, first you strip off completely.”
“You’ve got to be joking?”
“Why, you agreed to strip, and we’ve already seen the goods. Its lovely hot weather out there and we’ll give you a big pair of boots to wear so you can splash around as much as you like, and without your clothes on, you won't get any of your stuff mucked up.”

“Ok if I do agree to go around naked, and then I hide, what happens when someone finds me?”
“He has to call us all in, and bring you back here to the van. Then we give him ten minutes with you on the bed.”
“So I’m naked on the bed, and he has tem minutes, but just kissing?”
“Well like we said earlier, no force, if you say no, we will stop him.”
“So if he gets me worked up, you’ll let him go all the way?”
“Only if you do. If you say stop, we’ll stop him, surely you can resist for ten minutes?”

“I’m not sure about this, doing a strip is one thing, but letting you animals loose to maul me is something else.”
“Come on Kate, it'll only go as far as you let it. And if you don’t, whose to tell if one of them wont get upset at not having had a chance to touch you, and will then go blabbing to Brian about you letting Jim and me eat your pussy for you.”
“Hey! That’s not nice. You tricked me into that, and anyway, it isn’t fair you threatening me.”

“Don’t get all upset, I wasn’t threatening you, I was just saying, the lads have been patient so far, and they haven’t had as much as a sniff of your pussy. This is only a game, and it will only go as far as you let it, so why are you worried?”
“I’m still not convinced I can trust you to stop anyone?”
“I give you my word; all you have to do is say a simple no.”
“And you promise there won’t be anyone holding my mouth shut?”
“I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“Oh well here goes, just five times though, and no more than ten minutes each.”
“You got it. Here's some boots to put on, they’ll be too big, but they’ll protect your feet while you’re out there. Now get that skirt off, and we'll give you a count up to fifty to let you hide.”

I stripped naked, and pulled on these big heavy boots, it took me all my time to lift my feet to walk. I must have looked a right sight. Then as I made my way through the men gathered around the doorway, the hands went everywhere, making it difficult to get away from the van. The mauling went on for up to maybe a minute, then Stan called out of the door.
“Ten, eleven, hey why haven’t you gone yet?”
“This isn’t fair, I never said I’d let them all grope me at once.”
“Come on lads, let her go, I’m already on nineteen, twenty.”

The hands began to slip away, and I splashed and skidded my way across the building site. Once out of site, I found an old plastic sheet covering some bricks, and knelt down pulling it over my head. There I stopped, waiting for the inevitable. I didn’t have long to wait, and as the sheet was lifted, the sunlight flooded in, and the man shouted.

“Found her!”
I stood up, and the man took hold of my hand, which he immediately pushed down the front of his shorts.  But he also made sure I wrapped my fingers around his already hardening dick.  As soon as my fingers encircled it, I felt his blood pulsing, as it filled, swelling in my hand.  But it wasn’t really his dick that I had to worry about, it was my own pussy!

His dick hadn’t got the monopoly on blood pulsing. My pussy was throbbing that badly, it really was affecting the way I was walking. And he wasn’t helping, using one of his hands to stroke my inner thigh, whilst sucking my nipple as he walked along backwards towards the van.  By the time we got to the van, I was ready to fuck, my pussy was on fire.  As he sat me down and lowered me back onto the bed, I instinctively let my legs fall open.

This man went down on my pussy with his mouth, and I heaved my hips high, reaching down with my hands holding his head.  How long it was before the others joined in I have no idea, but as the sensations began to hit me, radiating from my nipples, I realised I had more than one mans attention.  But I was too far gone to worry, and anyway, it was only a bit of heavy petting.  How the men had actually got themselves arranged around the bed to get access, I have no idea, but Stan had taken hold of my head, and turned it towards where his face was ready to resume his French kissing.

Every part of my body was receiving some kind of attention, I even had someone massaging and sucking my toes.  My eyes were closed more than they were open, and as Stan withdrew his tongue from my mouth, I opened them momentarily, to see who was going to replace him.  But he gently stroked his finger ends over my eyelids, and I let them fall shut again.  Then I felt something soft touching my lips, and at the same time, the hand under my head pulled it forwards.

I opened my eyes, but his dick was already inside my lips, and driving in deeper.  At first I tried a little struggle, but knew I was not strong enough to force him out, and no way dare I bite him.  Besides, I told myself, I’d been thinking about sucking that big fat knob-end of his all day.  So I sucked and he got really hard, and began to shaft his length in and out of my mouth.  Soon it was pushing at my windpipe, and I took a deep breath, ready to allow him entry. Oh yes I could now feel his big fat bell-end squeezing its way into my throat, it felt so good.

But it wasn’t just my throat being stretched; my pussy was also being opened up, as the man who found me in hiding, began to slide his dick up my pussy.  I was by now totally out of control, and even if they’d all wanted to fuck me one after another, I wouldn’t have had the willpower to even try to protest.  My body wanted a fucking, and boy was it getting one.  Well two actually, Stan was still fucking my throat, going at it like he hadn’t had a fuck in years.  While who ever it was rammed my pussy in a very aggressive manner.  Not that I minded, I could take it as hard as they wanted to give it, but compared with my Brian’s gentlemanly love making, it was really hitting the spot.

Then I felt Stan shooting his cum into my throat, and as he pulled out I licked up any excess that spilt.  It was only seconds before someone else was presenting their dick for my mouth, but as I’d said, I was now game for anything.  Then I felt the man who was fucking my pussy, fingering my bottom.  Now I had been fingered back there by a previous boyfriend, but I’d never let him take it any further.  That was many years ago, and my Brian had never even gone anywhere near touching it.

Of course, over the years, reading articles, and seeing porn videos, I’d often wondered what being fuck in the bottom would be like.  This man appeared to be using the fluids coming from my pussy to wet my bottom, and help him get his fingers up it.  And he also appeared to be having some success, as I’m sure he now had two fingers poked up my bottom to their full length.  He hadn’t just rammed them in suddenly, but he’d been working gradually, starting with just a finger end, and I have to admit, the finger fucking he was giving my bottom, was actually quite a turn on.

Then he drew his dick from my pussy, and I felt it touching my bottom, I wasn’t scared, and I guess in a way, I was actually quite curious, and kind of looking forward to it.  Then he pushed, and I felt my bottom stretch.  God was he big; I took a sharp intake of breath, and almost choked on the dick in my mouth.  I couldn’t even grit my teeth, as the man fucking my throat was still giving it full-bore.

But he got his dick up, and began to pump it hard, and within no time, I was lifting my bottom up in harmony with his shafting.  It wasn't long before he was cuming in my bottom, and like all men, seconds later it was pulled out, and he was gone.  But the next man, eased me across the bed, and then rolled me on top of him.  I was soon squatting my pussy onto his hard dick, and the man who’d been fucking my throat, moved down the bed.  I obviously knew what was coming next, and this was going to be another first for me, two men at once.  Well up my pussy and bottom that is, I’d done the pussy and throat before in my student days.

So now I held still while the man mounted my bottom and god was this a stretch.  Fucking hurt!  Yes it fucking hurt, but the pain was driving my body wild.  I had just let out an outburst, “Oh fucking yes! Go on fuck it! Come on boys; fuck me harder, I want more.”  Then someone appeared kneeling in front of me, presenting their dick for my throat.  So that put an end to my dirty screaming, and I began to have my first triple penetration!

I can remember some of the men that followed, but it all began to blend into one long night of fucking. I say night, because when they finally gave up, not only had the sun gone down, it was also dark outside. And even then, I spent the night with Stan in bed one side of me, and Jim the other. And I’m not sure if the fucking I got in my dreams was real or not. One thing I do know; was that I awoke with Jim fucking my bottom.

It was nearly 11:00 o’clock before the Land Rover appeared on the mountain road, and maybe quarter past before my mom stepped out.  All the time during the morning up until then, whenever any of the men had fancied a fuck, they’d just sidled up to me, took hold of my arm, and said, “Come on lass.” Or something similar. And I’d just meekly let them walk me to the van, and opened up for them.  I’m not sure why, but I guess I knew I couldn't actually stop them, and unless I did as they wanted, they had plenty they could tell my Brian, that would definitely kill any wedding plans.

I’d even had one or two of them suggesting they were going to fuck both me and mom when she arrived.  So as soon as I’d had a quick word with mom, I got Mr Green (the man with the 4 x 4 who’d brought mom) to one side out of earshot of anyone.
“Look, I can’t explain now, but would you like to be pushing this big cock of yours up my little pussy?”
At the same time as I’d said it, I’d put my hand on his fly, and felt for his dormant dick.  He’d about choked, as I’d said the word cock and pussy, but his dick began to harden the instant my hand stroked across it.

“W what did you?”
I stopped him short, “Sorry to be so crude, and I can’t explain just now, but if you’ll take both me and mom back over the mountain right now, I’ll meet you when and where you like, and let you fuck me. Please just say yes.”
“W well, yes. Of course, I will. But…”
“I’ll explain later, but please don’t let anyone talk you out of it. Please, I’ll suck your cock, or do what ever you want, but take us right now.”

I turned and walked to my mom, took hold of her arm, and walked her towards the man’s Land Rover.
“Where are we going?”
“Home, Mr Green has agreed to take us now.”
“But I thought we had to be here for when Brian arrived?”
“No, I want to get back; we can phone Brian when we get over the mountain.”
Just then Stan noticed us walking to the vehicle,
“What’s happening then?”

Oh its ok, Mr Green is taking us home.”
“But I’ve just put a brew on; you have to let the poor man have a cup of tea. Anyway, you’re supposed to be here to wait for you fiancé. Never mind her Harry; you come and get a cuppa.”
But as my eyes met Harry’s, I let him know without words, my offer meant him coming now.
“Its ok Stan, another time, I’ve got to get the two ladies back home. I’ll catch you again some time.”
And with that he turned and made his way back to his Defender, climbed in, and we were soon bouncing our way along the muddy track, on the long steady climb over the mountain.

Mom was curious as to why I’d wanted to leave so quickly, and I’d made some silly excuse about needing to be back in town to meet someone. She appeared to accept this, but I’m not sure it sounded very real. On the way home I phoned Brian, and explained I’d be at mom’s house later, and how we’d got out of the valley. He didn’t sound too pleased, but I thought what the hell.  Once we dropped mom off at her home, I then made arrangements to meet Harry the next day in the car park of a local supermarket, so he could take me to his farm.

The evening with Brian at mom’s house was uneventful, and he’d left to go home by ten. I had a good nights sleep, and god did I need it. Next morning I walked to the supermarket, and there was Harry waiting, I climbed in, and we were off. He pulled into his farm yard, and we both got out.
“Where are you going to have me?”
“In my bedroom. Where else?”
“So your wife isn’t home?”
“I’m not married.”
“You live alone?”
“No, I have three sons; they help me work the farm.”

Just then a man aged in his twenties walked out of one of the farm buildings, and on seeing us, began walking towards us.
“Is that her dad?”
“It certainly is; I told you she was a cracker.”
“Oh god dad, I can’t wait to see her naked.”
I realised I was now in for a fucking by not just one man, but it looked like four of them.

I’m not going to go into detail about this fucking session, as it was by comparison quite tame. They were all psyched up to fuck me, and I thought as I’d promised, it was pointless being picky about there being more than one of them. But as it turned out, they were real gentlemen, taking it in turns, only one man in the room at a time. It was a very vanilla sex session, apart from me taking one man after another. I guess they all had about three or four goes at me. And after thanking me, Harry took me back home.

I married Brian as planned, and we moved into our dream house. But over the next twelve months, Brian employed the same builder to landscape the gardens! And once I was his wife, he made me give-up working, so I was at home most of the time the builder was there. Well you can guess the kind of things that went on. Or maybe, one day I’ll get around to telling you all about it.

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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, 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. But I think maybe that is enough for now, my story does continue, and that bloody video still haunts my life, but I’ll tell you more in the next part of my story. That is, of course, providing anyone is interested?

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This is a true story as related to me by a now wiser and possibly less confident young woman; it’s a condemnation of the male sex.  This is a story of brutal rape and humiliation.

“ARE YOU FRIGGIN’ READY YET?”  My live in boyfriend’s voice came booming up the stairs.
“Won’t be long hon. Just got to find my shoes and I’ll be there.”, I yelled back. Thinking to myself, "If I hadn’t had to waste time finding your goddamned shirt, and those
goofball socks that you insist on wearing, I’d have been ready ages before you.” As I walked down the stairs, he was standing at the bottom looking up towards me.

“What in the hell do yuh think ya look like? You're dressed like a 2 dollar ho.”
Now I know I wasn’t dressed like a nun, but no way was I dressed like a whore.  Jesus H. Christ going to hell in a hand basket! Only six months ago, when we’d first started going out; this was how dumbass used to
like me to look. So what was his current malfunction anyway?

I had on a dress made of thin cotton, cut low on the bosom, with the hemline about six inches above the knee. After all, it was summer and the temperature
was sky high, so I didn’t want to wear panty-hose or stockings. Besides, my legs had a nice tan and the hem wasn't so short that my thong underwear would show. So, I was dressed a happy medium, pleased that I was going to attract attention, but without seeming too slutty. Or, so I had thought.

On the way from our place to the roadhouse the fight that began on the stairs only got worse, and we were
both really going at each other. To tell the truth this was not unusual lately, we had gotten to a stage in our relationship where bickering had become the normal start to an evening. But we’d usually end those same nights fucking, and swearing our undying love for each other. Better that than a 2 minute quickie, followed by a peck on the lips, and 5 hours of loud snores.

As we walked into the honkytonk his parting comment was, “If you’re going to listen to that shit eating band that’s up to you, I’m gonna be playing pool with the guys.” We were regulars at this roadhouse; and this going our own ways had become our usual routine. He joined his pals at the pool tables, and I sat ignored at
the bar watching the band.  Or, so it seemed.

As you walked into this place, to the left was a stage for the bands, with a small area kept clear for dancing. To the right was an area where all the pool tables were, and in the middle people sat drinking at the bar. I made my way around to the side where the band was already playing on stage. I hauled my sweet cheeks up on a tall bar stool and ordered a drink. And for the next half hour that’s where I sat, oblivious to anything except the band. A couple of guys wanted to dance, but I wasn’t in the mood after the fight with my boyfriend, so I just said, “no thanks.”

The band finished playing and went off for their break, and some generic recorded music took their place. Using this slack time, I slid down from the stool and walked around to the pool table area of the roadhouse. Most of the stools lining the bar on that side were taken,
but there was still one available, so I settled in and ordered another drink.

Now, there’s one other thing to know about this bar, it is a haunt of two separate crowds of regulars that don’t get along well. One group’s from a town about 10 miles north. It’s an old, mostly played out mining town surrounded by hilly land now taken over by ranchers. The other group is mainly made up of people from a small farming town to the south; this is the bunch my boyfriend and I belong to.

It is not unusual to have a fight break out at sometime during the night, and when this does happen the entire establishment divides into two brawling gangs, all
fighting for the sake of fighting, if you ask me.

So, I would normally have found a stool near the pool tables usually occupied by my boyfriend’s crew, and if there weren’t a stool open, I’d have gone and hung by where he was playing. But tonight, still being  a little pissed at him, and there being no open stool near their
tables, I sat at the bar alongside the tables of the opposing crowd.

This didn’t present any problem at first, and as I nursed my drink I noticed the buckle on this one guy’s belt. It was really bitchin’, a big sculptured buckle.  It had a naked girl lying on her back on top of a Harley, legs up in the air, and a naked guy fucking her. Without realizing it, every time this guy turned around, I was looking to see just how detailed this buckle was.

Then I decided I needed to pee, so I asked the bartender to hold my seat, and I went to the can. As I was walking back, I'd just reached my stool, when this belt buckle guy smashed the cue ball into the pack on a break. As the ball broke the pack it ricocheted off the table and landed on the floor at my feet. By reflex I stooped down to pick it up, and in stooping my knees parted some, not
that anyone could see anything, unless they were at floor level.

As I was about to pick up the ball, a large hand wrapped itself around mine holding me still for a second. This guy with the buckle had dived onto the floor to retrieve his ball and was on his knees in between my legs.
“Thut’s a niiiiice li’l puss ya got there, kin ah pet it?” He said with a wicked grin on his face. “No you can’t, you disgusting perv. And let go of my hand.”, I snapped.

He kept a tight hold of my hand, preventing me from standing up.
“Ya know yuh want me. Ya been givin’ me thuh cum n’ git it look all night long, staring at my dick.”
“Let me go. I wouldn’t fuck you, if you were the last guy alive; I was only looking at your buckle.”
“Yeh! Ah bet. Thut’s like me sayin’ ah'm lookin’ at yer thong. But we both know damn well ah'm lookin’ to see how much coochie yer showin’. Yew might have
bin lookin’ at muh buckle, but yew were shure as hell thinkin’ ‘bout mah dick.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, if you use your dick as well as you use the pool cue, you wouldn’t be worth fucking.”
“Yew fucking be-atch. Air yew sayin’ I cain't shoot pool?”
“You can’t play for shit; my bitch hound plays better pool than you. I could kick your ass six ways from Sunday without even trying.”
“Yew cock teasers er all thuh same; yer flashin’ yer beaver and shootin’ off yer big mouth. But air ya gonna back it up with a bet?”
“Like what?”
"Muh belt ‘gainst yer cunt.”
"What are you offering?"
“Ah win and yew cum out to muh truck. Then ah’ll fuck thet l’il twat a yorn.”
“And if I win?”
“Don’ wurry none ‘bout thet, thut won’ happen.”
“But if I win, I get your belt?”
“Nooo weey Ho-say lady. Thut ther’ belt cost me sum big bucks.”
“So what’s a matter big bad chicken shit, you’re scared you’ll lose it to a woman?”

“Ok lady yer own. But yer gonna git thuh fuckin’ of yer life wunce this here game is over.”
“Don’t be too sure; if I was you I’d start asking around to see if anyone’s got any twine. ‘Cause you’ll need something to hold your pants up with sooner n’ you think.”

With that a new table was racked up, the previous game he’d just started was left to one side. All the guys around were from his crew, and they all cottoned
on to what had been taking place between us. By this time there was quite a crowd hanging at the table, and the shit was flying fast and furious in my direction.

They were all being crude, mostly yacking monotonously that they thought I’d get smoked,
then fucked. I had only taken on this poser galoot because I knew I could beat him, and anyway,
he’d really pissed me off, so I wanted to take him down a notch or two. Besides, he wore fake alligator cowboy boots—don’t you just hate that?

The game would have been easy, too, except for his stooges all around the table. Since they had the back area surrounded, nobody from outside this group could see anything they were up to. Every time I bent forward I’d get some jerk running his hand up the inside of my leg, this made me miss a few easy shots. As a result in no time this lame ass had taken the lead, with five balls sunk to my one.

I knew if I lost that there was no way I’d get out of there without this neanderthal porking my snatch. I was also pretty sure his bottom feeder homies would come along
to check it out, so things were getting kinda desperate. I was about to make a shot and as I leaned forward, I felt a hand on the inside of my knee, and it was
sliding up my inner thigh.

Without batting an eyelash, I swung around suddenly, turning the stick around in my hands like some kendo master and whacking the guy who was feeling me. I landed a very hard shot to his upper arm, knocking him sideways. Then, I stood there with my back against the table holding the stick reversed like a club in a threatening manner.

They all started ragging on me with shit  like:
“Go ahead  l’il gal give us yer best shot, ‘cause yew’ll only get wun.” I knew I couldn’t win this kind of fight.
So I said, “Now look here you motha fuckahs, I’ll make y’all a deal. You leave me alone to play this game fair and square, and if I lose, you can all have a piece of
the action. But if any one of you so much as breathes on me before this game’s over, then all bets are off and I’m gonna scream rape at the top of my lungs.”

Surprisingly one big wrangler said, “Ok fellas give thuh l’il lady sum space; she’s earned thuh right to prove herseff. Enyway, Burt will soon have this here game
in the bag, so whut's ar rush?”
With that the game continued.  From all the comments that were whizzin’ by  me, I was having trouble keeping my mind on the game. It got to red line pitch when mr. macho got a run of luck and sunk all his solid colors, leaving him only the 8 ball for the game. On my side, I still had six stripes plus the 8 ball if I wanted to leave without a bigtime fucking from a scuzball and likely worse.

I gotta tell you…by this point I was beginning to thoroughly regret shooting off my big mouth. So I took a deep breath to calm myself and thought carefully. For sure, my boyfriend would be wondering where I was by now. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I knew he wouldn't come looking for me tonight. It would be more than his pride could stand. He’d sooner hire a hooker for the night before he’d lower himself to come find me to say he was sorry. No, if I was going to get out of this mess, I was going to have to do it all by myself.

With that thought, I told myself to block out all my stupid thoughts, and remember how my ol’ daddy had taught me to play pool. I gathered up all my concentration, and it worked. Next shot, the ball went in. It hadn't been a hard shot, but it was exactly what I needed for shape to set me up. The next shot was a simple bump and stop with no english, and that one went in, too. Next came a shot that many would find tough. As I lined it up and took aim, it was as if the assholes around me had all
got lockjaw. It was quiet as a church on offering pledge Sunday.

I slid the stick over the bridge I’d made with my left hand. Zap, the cue ball just missed the intervening ball with the help of some well-delivered left back spin. The cue ball curved around the table clipping the fourteen ball and it spiraled gently into the pocket. I was definitely on a roll, the next two shots were no problem. Now one more ball and I would be even up with the shitkicker cowpoke.

Ouch! On second look, this was another awkward shot coming up, but I knew I could make it. I had to. Again, I shut off the outside world from my mind, and I could feel my daddy’s hand on mine guiding the direction of my stick. In my head I could hear him whispering in my
ear as he pressed close up behind me, and I could almost feel his hard prick that he would always push against my ass.

You see, my ol’ daddy had inadvertently prepared me for this kind of situation beginning when I was knee high to a grasshopper. He used to stand behind me, at first with me standing on an orange crate, with his long arms
wrapped around me. His hands would be guiding mine on the stick. He'd be explaining the technical details about how to make a shot, while at the same time
sliding his fat prick up and down my butt crack on the outside of my skirt. After many years of this, I'd learned how to block out this kind of distraction, and concentrate on the game. With a tiny click as the balls made contact, the last of my striped balls went in.  Whooooh!

Now with only the 8 ball to go, I could hear the shit storm start up again. But now the shoe was on the other foot, they were zinging this guy Burt. Everyone was
saying things like:
“If this one falls, the next thing to fall will be your pants.” And there was quite a bit of horseplay and acting out, but it was Burt not me getting the brunt of it.

I called the far side pocket and got up to the edge of the table and leaned as far forward as I could possibly reach. To get the control I needed with the dead on angle into the side pocket and not leave my ass waving in the breeze I had to lift one leg up onto the edge of the table. I leaned forward again, and a hand took hold of my crotch. I tried to react by bouncing back upright, but his other hand pressed firmly down in the middle of my back. I tried stabbing backwards with the butt of my stick, but he had stood to my left side and I was
powerless to do anything.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. I recognized the voice of the big man who’d stepped in and calmed the situation down earlier; I figured him to be the ramrod of this crew. He was gently squeezing my twat, his fingertips sliding into my crotch, rubbing my cunt crack.

“Go ahead bitch sink this wun an’ yew cain have his belt. I’m jest gettin’ a quick feel, cuz it looks like yer gonna whup ‘im.” I couldn’t stop
this dude, and he was working my clit with an expert action, so I knew I’d soon lose all concentration.

What could I do? Against all odds I made one last determined effort to block out what he was doing while I still could, letting him have unrestricted access, and not wasting time fighting him off. I lined up my cue and smacked that cue ball…higher and much harder than I’d intended. As soon as I made contact with the ball, I knew I was gonna blow that shot. The cue ball cracked against the 8 way too hard and sent it zinging at
the pocket, where it crashed against the back of the pocket and bounced back out over the cup lip and back
across the table.  My heart sank. Oh shit!

My thoughts now were where will it stop? Will I have left an easy shot for Burt? The very next instant my cue ball, which on impact had gone lickity split in the opposite direction to the 8 no doubt to scratch, had instead also rebounded hard off the back of the pocket underneath me, and gone back to collide with the 8 once again. And now, recoiling from a second impact with the cue ball the 8 ball rolled slowly back towards the pocket that I’d originally aimed for. Only, it got slower and agonizingly slower and as it got to the lip of the pocket it appeared to stop, then abruptly dropped in and disappeared. Ooh Lordy! What were the odds against that? Better lucky than good, my ol’ daddy always said. The gasp of disbelief from the gang gathered around filled the air.

But although I’d won the game, I was still being held over the table, and this guy was working my clit something fierce. Now as I said, they had the area well
screened off with their bodies, so only they could see my predicament. And now I’d made my shot, so I could no longer block out the signals that were coming from
my clit. This guy rolled me over on my back and slid me along the table; I can remember someone taking the stick from my hand. I can also remember saying.
“Please no. Don’t do this. You’re not being fair. I won.” But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I was too far gone to struggle or protest. My legs were wide open, and I knew I was pushing down on the table with my feet, lifting
my crotch up and down as he pushed his fingers deep up my pussy.

When he rammed his fingers into me, I lifted pushing my hungry cunt hard against him. The rest of the guys all stood around watching. Soon, I was flopping up and down and cumming. His mouth clamped itself onto my pussy and he started drinking my cum as he supported my hips with his hands.

While I laid there still semi-conscious, other hands were all rubbing and feeling around my crotch. As I came back to earth I tried to sit up, but was pushed back down by Burt’s hand on my chest.
“Not sew fast li’l ladee ah want mah turn,” he said. I was once again surprised by the big guy, grabbing Burt's hand and pulling him off me.
“What dew yew think yer dewing? She whupped yew fair and squar’,” and with that he pulled
Burt out of the way. He gave me his hand, and said,
“Doan jest lay thur gal, git up own yer feet an’ collect yer winnin’s, yew certainly deeserve tuh.” Getting helped up, I walked wobbily across to where Burt was standing.

The big guy was glaring at Burt, which I’m sure was the only reason he stood still. I undid his sexy buckle and slid the belt out of the loops on his jeans. I wrapped
it around the outside of my dress, buckled it up and let it slip down onto my hips. Finally, I couldn’t resist one last dig. “Thanks for the game cowpuncher, but if I were you, next time I’d pick on a girl from grade school.” With that, I pushed my way through the circle of men, and re-took my seat at the bar.

I'd just had my twat fingered and my carpet munched, so I hadn’t got away with it scot-free. But that didn't stop me from sitting there like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. I had a big smug-assed grin on my face, and I was already thinking how I’d taught that poser a lesson…never to underestimate women.

The guys had mostly got back to their games on different tables, but Burt was with three or four guys all
huddled together. I thought maybe he was licking his wounds from the humiliation I’d just given him. So, I turned back towards the bar and continued drinking,
and humming away to the music as the band had begun again. I was just musing to myself whether to move to the other side of the bar to watch the band better.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the lights went out, the whole place was plunged into pitch black darkness. All hell broke loose among the panicked bar patrons. At that very instant, I was grabbed with two arms tight
around my body hauling me from the stool, and a hand being clamped around my mouth. I fought them and struggled for all I was worth, but it was no good.
Soon we were outside, and I was hustled across the parking lot to a large van.

There was a guy running ahead of us, and he had opened the big sliding side door. I was thrown inside, landing hard on the floor. At least ten men crowded
their way in, and the door was slammed shut.  Immediately, the sound system fired up and the
music blasted out loud enough to make anyone deaf. Even if I’d screamed my lungs out, I couldn’t have been heard over the music. The van started moving and we
were all soon accelerating like a bat out o’ hell down the road.

Within minutes we  had stopped, and so did
the music. Burt walked up to me and he was the first to speak.
“Ok ladee we’re far away frum whair enywun kin hear yew now, so ef yew want to scream yew'd best git it over with. Cuz it ain’t gonna help yew eny...OK. Yew know who's giving thuh orders now. Ah want yew tuh stan’ up.”

I did as he asked, there was no point in being awkward. I stood there in front of him. “Reckon ah’ll have muh belt back now.” Once again although I’d won the belt fair and square, it was pointless resisting. So without a word of
protest, I undid the belt. I reached out my hand to give it back to him.
“Yew took it off. Yew cain put it back own.” Meekly I went across and threaded it through the loops around the top of his jeans, and started to fasten the buckle.

“Doan bother dewing thet up darlin’; yew cain start unfastenin’ muh fly. Yew said ma pants would cum down, an’ now yew’re goin’ to be proved right.”

One thing I haven’t mentioned yet was that from the time I stood up in the van there was one guy flashing away with a camera, every time I moved he took a picture of me. Now, I was really in a fix, and a fucking was almost
a done deal.

I figured why get hell beat out of me, too.  I might just as well do what they want and get it over with. I knelt down in front of him and undid his jeans, lowering them down and lifting his prick out of his pants. I stroked it and
pulled gently, and then put my mouth to work, soon getting him to full erection. By now, I was being undressed by guys from all angles. My tits were
being sucked, and my cunt was being squeezed.

They laid me on the floor and Burt mounted me pushing his fat prick hard up inside my pussy. He jammed it in being as brutal as he could. Since my hole was still wet from the big guy’s fingering, Burt slid in easily, and in different circumstances, I might have loved it.

He only fucked me for about a minute, and when he could tell this wasn’t hurting me, he pulled out and lifted my legs high, presenting my ass at a better angle to
his prong. My poor pussy had already been working overtime, due to being savagely fingered, so while he’d been fucking my cunt, my juices built up from before had been running out and down across my asshole. Realizing that would get him by my tight starfish, he rammed his now wet and slimy prick up into my hershey highway, hoping to make me scream. But coated with my thick cunt juice his johnson slid up kinda easily, and he had no choice left but to start fucking. He’d hardly got started before someone was shouting something at him.

“Come own Burt, we all want a turn at her. Yew cain see she’s taking that wiener dick o’ yorn too damn
easy. Yew get own yer back an’ we’ll lower her ownto yew, thet wey ah can ram her hot cunt. With two at wunce, we’ll see ef she still finds thut a turn-own.”

With that Burt pulled out, two guys grabbed my legs, and two more grabbed my arms. They hauled me up in the air, still facing up. Burt got on the floor on his back and I was lowered down so he could get his prick stuck
deep into my now stretched brown pucker.

Burt then took hold of my arms holding me down, not that it was necessary; I had decided resistance wasn’t an option. Now the guy who’d told Burt that he wanted a turn in my twat was getting into position. He forced his prick up my slot, and he like Burt was certainly not using any finesse. He rammed his somewhat larger shaft in as if he were trying to be as brutal as possible.

Now I’m not a slut, and I’d never before had more than one man at a time. But I do like sex, and I’ve never found but one man up to now, that ever gave me more than I could take.

On the contrary, I usually lay there after sex wishing my partner would suddenly get a new lease on life and fuck me again like he really meant it. So, although these guys appeared to be trying to be rough, the only thing at all uncomfortable so far was the unaccustomed stretching I was getting, because I’d never up until that time
experienced two men at the same time.  Yet, after the initial light pain, even this double team approach
began to press all the right buttons, and the harder they banged away, the more I liked it.

Guys were pushing pricks to my mouth from both sides, and I was sucking them all in turn. Other guys were sucking on my nipples, and the whole experience
just became something else. Suddenly, it was like being a kid at your birthday party, with all your favorite foods along with presents, too. In the process, I had lost all sense of shame or inhibitions. As the guy up my velvet tunnel was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot it all over my face.

While he was doing that, someone else took his place and my sweet puss was once again hot into some action. Now this went on for at least an hour, and I came more times than I can remember. I had jizz shot up my ass, my twat, and down my throat. All the guys had had their turn, some were going at it more than once. The guy with the camera only stopped taking pictures while he was having his turn at me. How many pictures he’d taken I don’t know, but it must have been quite a few.

Eventually, with limp dicks all around, they’d had all they wanted of me, and I was told not to be such a pig-headed bitch again, or they’d give me another hardass gangbang. Although what these needle-dicked motherfuckers knew about hardcore gangbanging was an unsolved mystery to me. First time out, I could easily see them for the empty frauds they all were.

Whatever…the truck started up and we were moving again. While we drove, I cleaned myself up with some tissues and wipes, and got dressed, but they kept my thong as a souvenir. The truck barely stopped and I was shoved out the door like a sack of yesterday’s garbage. The door slammed and off they raced back down the road.

I realized that I was back in the parking lot behind the roadhouse. Peeling myself off the pavement, dirty but unhurt, I went in through a back door. I made my way straight to the ladies room, to check myself over. When I got done with all I could do to straighten myself up, I made my way back to the main bar, where I found my boyfriend still playing pool.

As soon as he saw me, he threw down his stick and stormed towards me at full speed. As he reached me, he
grabbed my arm half dragging me through the bar and out into one of the hallways, away from the main crowd.
“What in the fuckin’ hell have you been doin’? It’s all over the saloon that you put your furry little snatch up for a bet. Well…is it true?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Wasn’t like what? Ya either did, or ya didn’t, they also reckon that yuh won that porno belt that guy wears. Well…did ya?”
“Well yes, I did.”
“Ya did. Fucking aye, I’ll bet that pissed him off. I can't wait to see his face when he sees me wearing it. Where is it?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
“What the sam hill are ya saying gal? You’ve either got the belt, or ya don’t !”
“Yes, I won it. But when the lights went out, they took me out to their van and they raped me.”
“And the belt?”
“They took that back.”
“Those lowdown cheatin’ bastards. That belt wuz worth a small fortune.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? They gang raped me! And all you can think about is that fucking belt!?”
“Well I’ve goddamned told ya hundreds of times, yuh dress like a ho, an’ what the hell can
yuh expect. But if yuh won that belt, the shitheel sombitches have no right to steal it back. Still and all, I don’t think its worth starting a donnybrook over, it was
too damned fancy anyway.”

“So you’re not going to do anything about me being raped?”
“What’s to do? It’s over and done with now, and ya don’t look any the worse for wear.  I wouldn’t mind betting yuh friggin’ egged them on anyway. I’m going back
to finish my game. I’ll see yuh when its time to go home. It’s still a goddamned shame about that belt, I’d have liked to wear that, just to see his face.”
 
With that he turned and went back into the pool room. What could I do, I went back into the bar, hauled my well-fucked ass up onto a stool, got a drink, and listened to the band. Sitting there I was very conscious of people looking at me, and I assumed they had all heard about my bet, and that was what they were talking about. But
with all eyes on me, it was more than difficult, knowing that I had no panties on and my every move perched on the tall bar stool was precarious.

Nevertheless, I sat there up on display till my boyfriend came back at the end of the evening to take me home.

That evening his total concern was apparently confined to the loss of the belt that he now considered was rightfully his. Go figure. You’d have thought that he’d won the son of a bitch himself. My rape was not even mentioned again, and he still had his usual fuck before going to sleep. Too bad I hadn’t caught cooties to give him.

The next day as he took off for work, he was still griping about losing that motherfucking belt. When I asked what time he’d be home, he said, “Doan’no, I’m goin’
straight to the roadhouse after work with the crew, I’ll see ya down there.”

“I’ll see ya when you get home. I’ll give the bar scene a break for tonight; I’ve got housework to catch up on.”
“Suit yourself. See ya when I get back.”, and just like that he was long gone. Self-centered prick, but what else is new?”, I thought. 

I went to work that morning as usual. Some of the guys there had heard about my bet. They were all jabbing me about my cutting this guy from Craigsville down to size, and I didn’t correct them by telling them how he’d raped me. I figured under the circumstances, the less people that knew, the better.

When I got home from work I set to get all the washing into the machine, and then do general tidying up and cleaning. By 8:00 I was plumb tuckered out, but
our place now looked more like a home than a bomb site. I went upstairs to take a shower, and thought I’d slip into a nightie, get into bed, and watch a movie.
I’d just walked out of the shower, into the bedroom, when I could see some headlights coming up our driveway.

That driveway was maybe about 100 yards long, and
led to an area in front of the house big enough to park up to somewhere around 10 pickups. The headlights coming up our driveway were from not one, but from a convoy of trucks and vans, as it turned out. The leading one I recognized as my boyfriend’s truck, but there were at least six more trucks following him.

The first thing that came to mind was that damned belt. I thought even though he’d said it wasn’t worth starting a war over, like most men he’d changed his mind. Six or seven trucks meant at least twenty plus guys. He’d
obviously rounded up the whole crew together. It was unusual for all the guys to be out like this, it must be some special event.

He’d pissed and moaned about the loss of ‘his’ belt, maybe until it had become a major pride issue. Could be that he was now coming home to collect his baseball bat, or even worse his .357!

As the trucks all screeched to a stop, I’d expected him to jump out and come running in for whatever weapons
he’d decided on using. Instead, as I looked out, all the guys were getting out of their trucks, and heading for the house. This got my attention, and for a moment I
wondered what the hell was happening, but I didn’t have long to wait to find out.

I heard the front door open, and the boyfriend shout.
“Where are you honey?”
“I’m upstairs, give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll be down.”
“Don't bother, we’re coming up.”
“But honey, I’m not dressed for guests. Just give me a few seconds.”
But I could hear them all clumping up the stairs, and the general atmosphere told me that they were already sloshed with booze.

I ran towards the bedroom door with the intention of locking it. My boyfriend got to the door before me,
punching it open, and storming in followed by all his friends. As he walked over in front of me, he held out his hand with what looked like a spread-out pack of cards. He threw them in the air and they floated down like confetti.

Without picking one up, I could tell instantly that they were photos of me from the night before.

“So you were raped, were ya? Do these look like someone whose being raped?”
“But…”
“But nothing. Yewww fuckin’ slut. Yuh’re just a fuckin’ ho. You fuckin’ asked for everythin’ you got, and ya went along with the dirty bastards. Yeww let them fuck yew every way possible, an’ then went back fer more. Well, we’rrre gonna teach you a fuckin’ lesson yuh won’t forgit in a hurry. If yew think yuh got fucked last night, then yuh’d better think again, cuz tonight yer gonna
get a real fuckin’.” He drunkenly slurred his words so the redneck twang came out. In those same words there was also an anger and fierceness that twisted his face and spread into his pained bloodshot eyes that I’d
never seen before.

Now as I have said about the previous night, I knew I couldn’t stop them, and there was no point in getting a beating. It was for sure and for certain I was going to get fucked that night, so I just went along with it. There was another thing that my ol’ daddy had taught me that applied here; he’d always said for every situation, you can make it either a positive or a negative. Along those lines sometimes the best policy is simply to shut up and play the hand you’re dealt the best you can even if you’re holding shitty cards.

This practical attitude had gotten me through the previous night’s ordeal, without it becoming a major trauma. It looked like this next night would be no better, so I resigned myself to going along with the action.

They looked as though they too were going to make sure they got a visual record of all the action at my expense. There were two guys with video cameras, and one guy taking stills. I stood there with just my bath robe on.  I was totally naked underneath.
“Git that shit suckin’ robe off, and git yourself up on the bed with yore legs spread wide,” came the instruction from my now ex-boyfriend really feeling his firewater now. With a shrug, I unfastened the belt that was tied around my waist, and dropped the bath robe straight to the floor.

I calmly walked across to the bed, climbed into the middle, and laid back with my legs bent high and spread wide open. As soon as my legs went up, there was near riot. The men lunged in from all around the bed. Like the previous night’s experience, they showed no sign of love or romance. They were out to abuse hell out of me, and abuse they did.

The details of what happened when, or what happened first, are all a blur. But there were over 20 men, and I was fucked relentlessly for the next 3 solid hours. They delighted in shooting their cum in my face, and I dutifully sucked cocks one right after another the entire time I was being fucked. At one point they took turns pumping their slimy cream into a glass until they’d filled it about half way. When they gave it to me.  I didn’t need a roadmap. I immediately drank it down in one long swallow, without having to be forced.

Some of the men started leaving, while others were still banging away at my well used hole. I even noticed one or two additional men arriving well-after the whole
thing had started. When they had all finished, there were about 10 men still sitting around talking. At that time, the dogs in one of the guy’s trucks parked in the
yard were disturbed by some of the other guys leaving. The fella whose dogs were barking went to the window and yelled for them to shut up.

This simple action must have suggested a new idea to another guy’s hooch fogged brain. I saw him
make a sudden bee-line for where my ex was sitting and say something I couldn’t hear. After that my ex got up and said,
"Hal, go get a coupla your dawgs and bring them in here. Their always tryin’ to hump ma leg when we’re out huntin’. Let’s see what they can do with this bitch. We ain’t gonna have use for her again, so it don’t matter if they fuck her up, or not.”

I realized right then in spite of my natural shock, smart gal that I am, that he was really going to get those dogs upstairs to fuck …me! But, as before, I decided resistance was futile.

In truth, I’d seen pictures of girls with dogs, and had always wondered what it would feel like. I was soon going to find out up close and very personally, as
these big hunting dogs came bounding into the bedroom. I was yanked up from the bed, and slapped down on the floor on my hands and knees. As soon as I was down, both dogs had their tongues lapping around my swollen cum dripping pussy, and the first dog was
mounting me in mere seconds. His pointy prick stabbed all around the tops of my legs, and more by luck than judgment it found its target, and up my twat he  went.

There seemed no thickness to the prick at first, but rapidly it grew in length and diameter. He was soon completely filling my cunt. His pace was rapid, and the
feeling was surprisingly good—once I got over what was fucking me. Just to be on the safe side, I did my best not to show how much I liked it.

Within a minute, I could feel his big knot pressing hard against my tunnel. My vagina automatically reacted by opening up and in it popped, sorta like pushing a cork into a bottle neck and having it slip inside. Once he was in, he fucked me for all he was worth. It was heaven, and I’d blocked out of my mind the audience watching
and let this animal take his pleasure however he wanted. He came inside me at least five times—I counted-- before his knot eventually slipped out.

After that happened I was ready to fall to the floor and rest, but dog number two had other ideas and was mounting up as soon as dog number one dropped out. The experience was unreal; I just let myself go and didn’t bother anymore what they thought of me.  Piss on all of them.  That was the best fucking I’d ever experienced. Stud puppy 2 came up inside me at least seven times I think—I was beyond counting by then. As his knot and prick slid out, I slumped to the floor lying on my side.

While I was sprawled down there dog number one sidled across and started licking the tops of my legs. Not bothered about the audience, I lifted my leg up out of
the way giving him renewed access to my now gaping twat, which he licked at furiously. Not only did this rev my engines, but it put some juice in the dog as well, and he soon stood straddled over me trying to hump, and his dick was sticking out of its sheath.

I arched my back, resting on my shoulders and feet, lifting only my hips up towards his jerking penis. His nice cock found my pussy, and we were soon
merrily fucking once again. This was unbelievable. It was difficult to keep myself arched up for his dick to reach. But still, in this position, he fucked me and came three more times. After that, I just lay still with both dogs still licking me.

As some of the guys were about to leave, one decided he’d piss all over me as a final insult, and this led to at least six others doing the same.

The last of the men left at about 2:00 in the morning, at which point my ex, gathered all my clothes out of the closets, and threw them and everything else I owned out of the window. He said I was lucky he wasn’t throwing me out with them. He said I could sleep downstairs in the kitchen with the dogs, but to make sure I’d
left his house before he got up.

I did sleep a while with our dogs. But even though
the three dogs we had were bitches, they all took turns licking my pussy. By the time he’d gotten up I was ancient history-sold my car for cash and was riding the bus with all I could carry to the next state.

This experience didn’t do me any lasting sexual harm. But it demonstrates that if a man can’t wear you as jewelry, to show off to others, then he can’t stand
anyone else having you. In that case, he'll even go so far as to want to destroy you.

It’s now some years later.  Don’t you worry about this kid.  My ol’ daddy taught me to be a true survivor. Today I am far away from anyone who knew me back when , happily married to a loving man, with four kids, and still occasionally get stared at by men. Thank you very much.

But, I have no illusions left even about my loving husband. Because now I know the boundaries that a woman dares not cross, if she wants to keep her man happy. Remember ladies: It’s not enough to be cleverer than the man, to beat any and all of them in the game of life you also need to be wiser, and that wisdom unfortunately only comes with hard won experience.

By the way, does anybody know where I can get a good deal on a well-trained male dog to keep me feeling well looked after on my long lonely jogs through the woods?

Just in case any one is feeling worried about what effect that kind of experience would have on the mental state of the poor young lady. I can assure you that the above was pure fiction, and not based on any real person or
place.

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com I would also like to acknowledge the much appreciated help give by Redbaron, who edit this story and gave it a genuine American flavour. :" Edited by Redbaron719".
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“What the fucking hell’s wrong with you? We’ve been going out for four months. If you really loved me you’d show me. You can’t stay a virgin all your life.”

“That’s not fair. You know I love you.”

“Well show me then.”

 

I planted a big kiss on his lips, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. Instead of responding, he pulled away pushing my tongue out.

 

“That don’t prove anything, anyone can give wet kisses. If you don’t want to make love with me by now, I reckon it’s about time we called it quits.”

“No. Please don’t say that. You know I love you. I will let you do it.”

“When?”

“Not here.”

“What’s wrong with here?”

 

Was he kidding? We were in an old wooden shed at the bottom of his garden, sitting on an old packing case. I know you can fuck anywhere, but when a girl looses her virginity, it should be something special. Just to set the scene, its 1959, my names Leslie, and my boyfriend is Gerry. I’m fifteen, he’s fourteen and we live in a large town in England.

 

“Anyone could come down the garden and catch us.”

“So where can we do it?”

“It’s only two weeks till I leave school and the end of term. You were on about us going on a week’s holiday together to your Uncle’s farm. If I get my mum to let me come with you, then I’ll let you do it to me there.”

“Promise? You won’t go back on that?”

“I promise.”

 

Well that was it; nothing else mattered from now on. The next day the first question I got was.

 

“Did your mom say you can come?”

“She said she’ll think about it.”

“Jesus! That’s no fucking good. What’s she got to think about?”

“Well I think she’s worried about me and you being alone together. She didn’t actually say we were going there to have sex, but she was making very strong hints, and reading me the riot act about not getting myself into trouble.”

“But we won’t be on our own; my Aunty Bette and Uncle Harry will be looking after us.”

 

“Has your mom and dad agreed to you going?”

“Yes. And my Uncle Harry said he’ll even pay me for helping out on the farm.”

“Have you asked if I can come with you?”

“Course I have. Aunty Bette says you can have her daughter’s old room, and I can have the attic bedroom.”

“I think the best thing we can do, is if you come home with me tonight, and then you can tell my mom all about it.”

“Will your dad be there?”

“I doubt it. Why?”

“He fucking frightens me. I don’t think he likes me going out with you.”

“Don’t be silly. He was saying to mom only the other day, how he was glad I’d got a sensible boyfriend.”

“You could have fooled me. He always looks like he’s ready to fucking hit me.”

“Don’t be daft. Anyway he’ll be down the pub.”

 

That evening he came back with me, and we talked the whole holiday through with my mum. As I’d thought, dad was down the pub. Mom ended-up by saying she’d write a letter to his Aunty, and if she was happy with the reply she’d let me go. Us being alone wasn’t the only thing that my mom was concerned about. We were not a well-off family, and my mom was also worried about how much the holiday would cost. As it turned out, Gerry’s Aunty said she didn’t want any money for my keep, as I’d be doing odd jobs to help her, and this would be sufficient. Also as there was nowhere posh to go, I’d only need old clothes. There was, she said, no need to take any, because she had loads of girls’ clothes that had belonged to her daughter, which she hadn’t got rid of. Now this bit might have pleased mom, but the thought of wearing some out of fashion stuff that had belonged to her daughter didn’t please me much at all.

 

One other thing I should mention was that my sixteenth birthday would fall on the day after we arrived on holiday. Now the significance of this in England, is this is the age of consent. Mom really went to town on me before we left, saying that just because I would be sixteen, doesn’t mean you can behave like a tart.

“I’ve told Mrs James (Aunty Bette) to keep a close eye on you and that Gerry, and if there’s any hint of any shenanigans, she’s to pack you straight off home. And woe-betide you if that happens, your dad will flay you alive, so mind you behave yourself.”

This warning really put shivers down my spine, and a quick glance at the colour draining from Gerry’s face, told me he wasn’t too happy either.

 

So the morning of our holiday arrived, and I had almost nothing to take with me. Mom had corresponded with the Aunty, and decided even my own underwear wouldn’t be suitable. I wasn’t even asked. Apparently, Bette had said that she had lots of thin cotton dresses, and camisoles. Which she said would be cooler, being loose fitting. This kind of thing she had told mom was more suitable for wearing around the farm. Mom had agreed, mainly because it meant she hadn’t got to buy me any new clothes, and the ones I’d already got would not be getting mucked-up or spoilt.

 

I sat in the back of Gerry’s dad’s car, and Gerry sat next to his dad in the front. The journey took about five hours, and we didn’t stop once! Even though after we’d been on the road about three hours, I’d mentioned I could do with a toilet stop.  So when we arrived, I was desperate to go for a pee.

 

“How are you Bette?”

Gerry’s dad asked as he threw his arms around her neck, and they embraced in a brother sister cuddle.

“I’m fine. My. Look at young Gerry. He’s almost grown into a man. God don’t they shoot-up when you don’t see them often. And I assume this is his young lady that I’ve heard so much about. Leslie isn’t it?”

“Yes Mrs James. Excuse me but can I use your toilet?”

“Course you can lass. And you don’t need to call me Mrs James. You’re with family now, I’m Aunty Bette. The doings is over there.”

She pointed to a small brick building in the garden by the side of the house.

 

I dashed across, and was soon sat there in the little dark toilet having a pee. I won’t go into detail about the toilet, but I will say I’ve never experienced anything as primitive in my life. It was pitch black inside, and cobwebs everywhere, boy was I glad to get out of there.

“Is that better love? These men never think about us ladies when they travel by car. Come on let’s get inside and join the others.”

She put her arm around my shoulder, and we walked into the dark kitchen.

 

“You got that kettle on Frank?”

“Kettles on, and teas in the pot ready. Once I’ve had a quick cup, I’ll get going back home,” said Gerry's dad.

“You can’t wait to see Harry or the lads?”

“I’d like to, but the dynamo on that old banger of mine is on its last legs. So I need to get as many miles under my belt as possible before it gets dark and I need to use my lights.”

“That’s a shame, but Harry will understand. I’ll try to get him to make sure he’s around when you come to collect the two lovers.”

“Not so much of the lovers. They’re not old enough for that kind of malarkey. You keep a sharp eye on them.”

“No problem there, Gerry will be helping Harry most of the time, and I’ll keep Leslie busy”.

 

He finished his tea, and he was on his way with just a quick goodbye. Once he’d gone we returned to the house. As we sat down to a second cup of tea, she explained her three boys and Uncle Harry were all out working on the farm.  But as today was Saturday, they’d all be back by about 6 O’clock to get cleaned up. It’s the one night of the week they get to get down the local for a pint, she explained.

 

Now although she called them her boys, they were all men as far as me and Gerry was concerned. The eldest was Steven; he was thirty-two, and then came Andrew at twenty-eight. Next in-line was Audrey at twenty-five, but she was married with children, and lived on another farm some ten miles away. The youngest was Adrian at twenty-four.

 

Once we finished our tea, she took us upstairs to show us our rooms. We first came to where I would be sleeping. It wasn’t a separate bedroom as I’d expected, instead, my bed was in her bedroom. This was a large ‘L’ shaped room; her double bed was in the main part of the room, with my bed, also a double around the corner in the end of the leg of the ‘L’ shape. So although in the same room, both beds were out of site of each other. There was also an old dark curtain which hung from a wire stretched from wall to wall. This she explained could be pulled across if needed. As she left she said she’d sorted out my clothes, and they were in the wardrobe and chest of draws.

 

She left me there to sort out my few belongings while she carried on up to the attic to show Gerry where he was sleeping. On the top of the draws, was an old fashioned washing bowl and jug of water; this was like going back to the dark ages.  I emptied the contents of my little bag on the bed, and put most of it on top of the set of draws. I opened the top draw to put my personal stuff out of site, and there was the underwear she’d sorted out for me. The draws were full of cotton camisoles, blouses, cardigans, all freshly washed and smelling of rose scent. The wardrobe was the same, full of dresses skirts coats etc., all washed and smelling fresh. I’d expected to find some musty old clothes that she’d retrieved from being stored in her attic. So although the styles were old-fashioned, they were all pretty, and in there own way very feminine.

 

“Come-on then Leslie. Get them city clothes off and let’s see how you look in my Audrey’s dresses. Do you like being called Leslie, or Les?”

“Leslie is what I mostly get called.”

“Well Leslie it is then. You get yourself undressed, and I’ll sort you out something pretty to wear. You’ll want to look good to impress my boys.”

 

I took my cardigan off, and slowly started undoing the buttons on my blouse. It didn’t feel right undressing with her in the room.

 

“Come-on Leslie, I want to make sure these clothes I’ve sorted out fit you, and I’ve got lots to do before the boys get home.”

 

I removed my blouse and lowered my skirt.

 

“And the rest. You won’t want stockings on here on the farm. And you can take that bra and knickers off; you’ll be cooler in one of these cammies.”

 

I was soon stood there naked, and she handed me a camisole to put on. I’d never seen one before, let alone worn one. It was a one piece; like a vest and knickers all-in-one. As I stood there not sure how to put it on, she said.

 

“Over your head. That’s it. Now pull the gusset from behind, it’s got a couple of hooks and eyes to fasten at the front. There are some prettier ones that you have to step into, but this type is more practical during the daytime. That’s right, now try this dress on. If this one fits, then the rest will be ok. Are yes. That looks much better, I guess the dress is a bit on the short side, you’re taller than I expected. But there ain’t many people gonna see you out here, and you’ll be much cooler like that. I can’t expect any of the men folk will object to seeing a bit more of your legs than your mom might think decent. And I don't suppose you'll be worried too much about attracting their attention.”

So here I was; a pair of old shoes, a very loose fitting camisole and a dress that buttoned down the front, was fully flared, and stopped at least 4” above my knee.

 

Next second there was a knock on the door.

“Can I come in yet? Are you decent?”

“Yes come on in Gerry. See what you think of your Leslie in this dress.”

“Wow yes. Hey that dress looks good.”

“See Leslie, I told you we wouldn’t get any complaints from the men-folk. How do you feel in it?”

 

In truth it felt very weird showing so much leg, but this was the kind of thing I’d wanted to wear back home, but mom would never let me. I don’t mean this style, but it was always seen as being grownup and with-it to wear short skirts. But as I say I’d never been allowed to before. You have to imagine this was before the days of the mini-skirt, so I felt very sexy showing this much leg and I was doing it with a grown-up's consent.

 

“Yes I guess if Gerry likes it, then it must be ok.”

“Well that sounds like true love. Right I’ve got work to get on with. Gerry knows his way around the farm, so why don’t you pair spend the rest of the afternoon exploring. You’ll know soon enough when the lads get back, the dogs always go wild, they know that's when they get fed.”

 

We followed her downstairs, and left her in the kitchen while we went outside to the farm yard. We walked around the farm going from one building to another; the smells were something-else. There was every kind of animal, most of which I’d never seen so close-up before. The horses and bull were the most frightening. The bull was huge and had hot steam coming from its wet dribbling nostrils. It kept ramming into the big thick heavy gate on its enclosure. But the horses were frightening merely because of their size. You don’t get horses in the town, and until you’ve stood close up to one you don’t realize how tall they are.

 

But not only were the horses tall, but one of them had the biggest cock in the world, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw its length. The great big bell-end was all spread-out and the cock was that long it nearly reached the floor. Seeing this must have brought the subject of sex back to the front of Gerry’s mind.

 

“There’s a hay loft up there.”

He said pointing up above the stalls.

“Come-on I’ll show you.”

He rushed across the stable to where a ladder was leaned against the upper floor.

“Go on you go first, I’ll hold it to make sure the ladder doesn’t slip.”

“What do we want to go up there for?”

“There’s some straw bales, it’s out of site of anyone, and you said I could have a fuck.”

“Now wait a minute. I never said you could do it today.”

“You bloody promised. You said once we got to the farm. Well we’re here now, and up there is an ideal place.”

 

“I’ll go up there with you, but only to have a look. I’m not promising to let you do me today.”

“Why not, if we don’t do it now, I bet Uncle Harry will have me working all week and we won’t get chance again.”

“You’re not working tomorrow.”

“I bet we bloody are. These bloody farmers work every day. They’ve never heard of weekends.”

“But your Aunty said because it’s my sixteenth birthday, I'd have to stay in the house all day. She didn’t explain why, she said she'd do that later; but because I would be stopping indoors, she said your Uncle will let you stop home with me.”

“When did she say that?”

“Earlier, when she was helping me dress.”

“But why have you got to stop in the house?"

"All she said was, that I’d not be allowed out tomorrow. I asked why, but she just said it’s a country thing, being a townie, she wouldn’t expect me to know about it. But she said she'd explain why later tonight, while the men are all down the pub."

"But if you're not allowed out, how are we going to get out here?"

"We're not allowed to have sex. But I bet that won't stop you. She can’t be watching us all the time; we'll just pick our time and sneak out."

"So you’ll do it tomorrow?”

“Yes I’ll let you make it my birthday present. Come-on lets go up and see if this place is where we’ll do it. But you have to promise if I go up with you, you won’t try to force me to do it now?”

“You know I wouldn’t force you.”

 

I started climbing the ladder, and as soon as the hem of my dress was at his eye level, I felt his hand on the inside of my leg.

“Hey! Pack it up.”

“Why? I promised not to fuck you, but that doesn’t stop me playing with your fanny.”

“Look, pack it in. You’ll make me fall.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure you can climb a ladder while I finger you.”

 

I didn’t reply, and his hand reached the hooks and eyes on the gusset. It’s amazing how boys are unable to do the knot in a neck-tie using both hands in front of a mirror, but they can undo any type of fastener one-handed even in total darkness. Within seconds both front and back flaps of my gusset were dangling free, and his fingers were probing for my hole. As my legs moved from one step to the next, he followed me up, and his fingers entered me. We were soon standing on the loft floor, way up high in the air. It had only a single rail around its edge to prevent you from falling over. All around the straw bales were stacked high. He pulled his hand from under my dress, and sucked at his fingers.

 

“I love that thing you’re wearing; it’s dead easy to get at you. Come and help me pull some bales out to make somewhere to lie down.”

I didn’t reply, but followed him across the loft floor to a dark corner. We soon had a wide flat area to lie down on, that was hidden from view of anyone below. He was right this would be a perfect place for tomorrow’s event. Out of sight, somewhere you could relax, and not feel threatened. But now we’d made our bed, he soon had me pulled back down onto it. I reminded him of his promise, but he said he only wanted a quick feel.

 

The dress was soon unbuttoned from top to bottom, and opened out wide. He slid the camisole up my body until it was bunched up above my tits. I lay there fully exposed to his view. He lay at my side, and his mouth caressed my nipples, moving from left to right and back again; sucking and gently nibbling. They were standing so stiff and proud, and I felt so good. This was the first time I’d had chance to just lie back and let him arouse me without worrying about being caught. My eyes were closed, and as his lips left one nipple, I’d wait to feel them on the other.

 

But as my mind wandered around I was wondering what the sensation would be like if he was able to kiss me, and suck both my nipples at the same time. I hadn’t thought this concept through, as this could only be possible with multiple lovers.

 

But now instead of his lips landing on my nipple, I felt his wet tongue licking around my belly button. This caused a sharp intake of breath, which rapidly turned into a warm glow in my tummy. The more he circled around the stronger this feeling got, and the lower down in my tummy it felt. Without realizing it, I was drawing my knees up and letting my legs fall open. Then he moved down, placing a hand on the inside of each knee, and it only took the slightest of pressure to spread me wide.

 

The pace now changed, I could feel an urgency in his licking. He’d started just above my knee, going from side to side in the same manner as he’d done with my nipples. He was working his way up the inside of my legs, and was now licking around my inner thighs. The feeling in my tummy was now overwhelming, and when I say tummy, I really mean my cunt. I knew I was lifting my hips, but felt powerless to stop. Every fibre of my body was now on edge, it was like the feeling you get when someone induces a static charge in a balloon, and as they put it near your arm, your hairs all stand on end.

 

I knew this was the moment it was going to happen, promise or not, and I wanted him like never before. His tongue was lapping around my cunt, and I lifted forcefully to meet it. I opened my eyes, and as he looked up the length of my heaving body, I said clearly.

“Fuck me. Gerry, fuck me now.”

He didn’t reply, but he stood in between my open legs, his jeans and underpants dropped to the floor, to reveal an erection like I’d never seen before. A swift back kick sent his jeans flying across the loft floor, and he lowered himself down.

 

“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF. BARK. BARK.”

The farm yard was suddenly in pandemonium; all the dogs were going wild.

“SHIT! OF ALL THE FUCKING BASTARD TIMES TO COME BACK.”

He leapt to his feet and scurried across the loft to re-gain his jeans, shouting back to me as he went.

“COME-ON YOU DOSEY BITCH. IT’S MY UNCLE. IF HE FUCKING CATCHES US. WE’RE FUCKED.”

Wow, what an awakening. From cloud nine to shithouse bottom in one jump.

 

I stood up and pulled my camisole down, the hooks and eyes he’d undone so easily; were now in my haste impossible to fasten. Now I was stood up, I could see the door that led to the yard, and it was opening. In walked a man, about mid twenties, so it could have been any of the cousins. I’d given up with trying to fasten my gusset, and started on my dress. As the man had walked in he’d looked all around, and I guess the relative darkness in here had made it difficult for him to see, especially up here in the dark loft. I’d turned so my back was towards him, and stood there buttoning up my dress.

 

“Are, there you are Gerry! You randy little bastard! I knew you were bringing some skirt with you, but I never thought you’d be getting stuck into her this quick. Come on then let’s have you both down here before mom catches you.”

Gerry quietly called across to me,

“Leslie, you get down quick! I can’t get my fucking zip to do up. I’ll follow you down.”

Then he shouted down to the man below.

“Hi Adrian, steady the ladder for Leslie, I’ll be down in a minute, I’ve just lost my pen-knife.”

 

I could do nothing but follow his instructions. Still half dazed, dress only buttoned up down as far as my waist, and camisole flapping wide open. I took hold of the sides of the ladder, and swung my leg around onto one of the rungs. Then my other leg left the loft floor, and I was now on the ladder. I’d said on the way up how high the loft was, well I can tell you now, it appeared to be twice as high now I was trying to climb down. I clung to the side rails of the ladder as I gingerly eased my foot from one rung to the next one below. Slowly I started to descend below the floor of the loft.

 

Suddenly I felt an arm sweeping around my waist from behind, and almost simultaneously a hand cupping my cunt in its palm.

“Its ok love, I’ve got you now. I won’t let you fall.”

“Oh God! I didn’t know you were there.”

“You can relax your grip love; I’ve got a tight hold of you. I’ll walk you down one step at a time.”

“I’m alright. You didn’t have to climb up to help me.”

“I could see you were struggling.”

Then in a whisper he said.

“But I didn’t know you’d repay me with a feel of such a wet and willing little fanny.”

 

Then back to a normal voice.

“Ok first your left leg.”

“That’s it now the right one. No, don’t stop on the same rung, I’ve got your weight. You’ll be safe enough to reach to the next one.”

What I’d been doing was to reach down with one leg, then let the next leg find the same rung, keeping my steps as short as possible. But now as alternate legs came from the rung above, missing one rung, and reaching to the rung below, my cunt was stretching about in his hand.

 

This process carried on, and as we made our way down he manipulated his fingers around my cunt. One finger found my hole, and in it slid accompanied by a sharp intake of breath from me.

“Oh my god!”

“Are you ok?”

“No. You’ve got your finger up me.”

I said quietly, so Gerry wouldn’t hear.

“I know, it's nice, and it’ll make sure you don’t slip out of my hand.”

It must have been his third finger he’d got inside me, because the first two fingers were now rubbing my clit for all they were worth, and my cunt was on fire.

“Please don’t. Its making my legs go weak.”

“Don’t worry about your legs going weak, I told you I won’t let you fall.”

“Please no more. Take your hand away.”

He took no notice, so I realised I was wasting my breath. Instead I tried to get to the floor as quickly as possible.

 

As my left foot felt the solid ground underneath it, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’ll stop now, or at least I can get my legs closed tight together. But how wrong can you be.  Before my right foot had chance to take its final step back to the ground, his foot was jammed against mine, with his knee under mine stopping me from moving my leg down. His other foot slid against the inside of my left foot, and pushed it across the stone floor, forcing my legs wider apart. The arm around my waist held me tightly to his body stopping me from moving away. And his hand under my cunt had full and free access.

 

His first and second finger went up my hole, both together, ramming in and out.

“Please stop.”

“Just relax and you’ll enjoy it more.”

There was no point in struggling. I looked up to the loft to see if Gerry was coming down, but there was no sign of him. I tried shouting to him.

“GERRY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WE’RE WAITING DOWN HERE.”

“I. I’M COMING. WON’T BE LONG NOW.”

“NO RUSH GERRY LAD. I’VE GOT YOUR GIRL DOWN SAFELY. I’M LOOKING AFTER HER, SHE’S IN GOOD HANDS. AREN’T YOU LESLIE?”

Then quietly in my ear.

“Go on call up nice and loud and tell him not to rush. You wouldn’t want this ladder to slip on this stone floor. It would do him some nasty damage falling from that height.”

The tone of his voice was so threatening, it frightened me.

“GERRY. YOUR COUSIN IS RIGHT. I’M OK DOWN HERE; YOU TAKE YOUR TIME AND MAKE SURE YOU DON’T FALL.”

 

No sooner had the words left my lips, than I was lifted to his body, and carried back across under the loft floor into one of the horse stalls. He laid himself back onto a straw bale, pulling me backwards on top of himself. He was so strong, struggling was useless, and his fingers were fucking my cunt as fast as they could go. His other hand was up around my tits, and he was squeezing my nipples. It was impossible to take this kind of action without getting aroused. My hips were thrusting against his poking fingers, and given more time I’d have fucked. But just when I thought I could hold out no longer, Gerry’s feet came in site on the ladder, and I was suddenly released.

 

By the time Gerry was low enough to see into the stall where we were, I was sitting on a bale, and Adrian was stood by my side.

“Are, there you are. I was wondering where you two were hiding.”

“You can talk. What took you so long up there, couldn’t you find your underpants?”

“No it was nothing like that. I’d lost my pen-knife in amongst the straw.”

“What were you using a pen-knife for? You weren’t forcing her to get her knickers down?”

“No we weren’t doing anything. I was just carving a bit of wood.”

“So why is her fanny all uncovered, and dripping wet?”

And with that he took me by surprise, grabbing both my ankles, lifting them high in the air, and wide apart. This overbalanced me back, tipping me onto the bale and showing my naked dripping wet cunt.

 

Gerry was stunned for words.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Then keeping one leg held high, he let go of the other, and stroked his fingers slowly along my cunt. Poking into my hole, and then presenting them towards Gerry’s face.

“Somebody’s been a naughty boy. And I think we all know who that is. If you don’t want Uncle Harry to find out, I think you two had better agree that you owe me a favour?”

He then dropped my leg, and I sat up straight again as he turned to me.

“You’d better get yourself in the tack room down there, and get cleaned up. And get those buttons done up before someone sees the state you're in.”

 

I scurried away to the tack room as he’d ordered. Against the wall was a big old hand-operated water pump above an old stone sink. I heaved on the big rusty handle, and drew a bowl of water. Once I’d cleaned myself down, I made sure not only my buttons were done up, but also the hooks and eyes on my gusset. When I went back to the stalls, Adrian came across, and put his big arm around my shoulder, and as he walked me towards the door said.

"This is a nice ripe piece of fruit you've got here Gerry; I'll bet she's one hell of a fuck?"

Gerry said nothing, but just followed on behind us.

 

When he opened the door to the yard, all the dogs came rushing in, barking noisily and jumping up at me.

“There’s no fooling the dogs. They can smell you’re on heat. GET DOWN YOU!”

He shouted and raised his hand as though he was about to hit them. The dogs all cowered down as though they knew a beating was coming. As we walked across the yard, they resumed their barking, but followed from a safe distance.

“Come-on Gerry, get your arm around her other shoulder. You don’t want your Aunty to think there’s anything wrong.”

Gerry joined us, and we walked back to the house as though nothing had happened.

 

“I see you’ve met Gerry’s young lady?”

“If you mean Leslie, then yes. But I’m not sure about your description of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well she’s sixteen tomorrow, in my book that makes her fully grown; so if she's out tomorrow I’d say it’s open hunting season, and she’s the quarry. And as for her being a lady; until one of us catches her, we won’t know that.”

This reply stunned me, especially talking to his mother. And the reference to me going out tomorrow, and being hunted, what was all that about?

“Adrian! That’s enough of that talk; you’re scaring the poor girl. There'll be no hunting her tomorrow; she'll be stopping in-doors. Anyway, remember she’s your Cousin Gerry’s girlfriend.”

“She’s no need to be scared, nobody's gonna hurt her. And as for Gerry; if she’s out tomorrow I guess he'll get his share along with everyone else.”

“Well that's as maybe, but I don't think you'll find her out there tomorrow.”

And with that she changed the subject.

 

“Anyway what are you doing home so early?”

“The bloody muck spreader’s packed in, so I’ve brought it back for Steve to sort out.”

“Right well I’ve got to go out in the yard and feed the dogs and foul. Gerry can you come and give me a hand?”

“Yes, course I can. Are you coming Leslie?”

But she turned to face me,

“Well I wanted Leslie to stop in the kitchen and juggle the pans around. This range isn’t like your modern gas cookers, it needs constant attention.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Well I need to keep all the pans simmering. This part of the plate is too hot, and this end is too cold. So as you see a pan starting to boil over, change it with one from the other end. You’ll soon get the hang of it. But make sure you keep your mind on the job, cos old Harry will not be pleased if his suppers spoilt.”

 

“I’ll start my bath now ma. Then it’ll be free for when dad gets home.”

“I'm not sure if Leslie would like that.”

She turned and looked in my direction; stupidly I thought she was meaning that she thought I’d want to go up and have my bath first before all the hot water had gone.

“Well? Do you mind if he has his bath now?”

“No. I don’t mind who goes first.”

“Well ok. But like I told you, make sure you keep your mind on them pans, or you’ll be getting off on the wrong side of Harry.”

 

With that they all left the kitchen leaving me to swap pans around. Then Adrian walked back in carrying a large metal bathtub. I’d only ever seen them in films, and at first I wondered what he was doing. Then as he took the two largest pans of boiling water from the range, and poured them into the bathtub, the penny dropped. He filled the pans back up with cold water and placed them on the range, and then he started pouring jug after jug of cold water into the tub. This tub was only about four feet away from where I was standing doing my pan swapping duties.

 

Now he stood there, facing me, and unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to leave the kitchen, but knew I’d be in trouble if I did. But surely his mom knew he’d be stripping off to take his bath. That must have been why she was asking if I’d mind. His shirt and vest were now gone, and he was unbuckling his belt. His trousers had buttons, not a zip like most boys I’d known, and he undid them in a slow almost threatening manner. As he slid his trousers down, his underpants went with them. The most magnificent cock you could ever imagine stood there. Bolt upright; at least ten inches long. I stood there transfixed, not able to look away.

 

“I knew you’d like it.”

“W. What?”

“You know what. Come take a hold of it.”

As he spoke he walked the few paces to where I stood, and took hold of my hand, placing it around his shaft. I tried to pull my hand away, but his big hand was wrapped around mine, and he controlled my movements. My hand was only just big enough to encircle his cock, and he was sliding it up and down its length. If he’d have let go of my hand, I’d have pulled away, but in a strange way, I wanted him to keep hold of me. I liked the feeling of the warm blood pumping in the palm of my hand.

 

“You like it?”

“No. Please let me stop?”

“I’m going to take my hand off yours; if you stop. I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you. You understand?”

“No.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR WHAT?”

“No. I was just. I mean, yes I understand you. But please don’t make me.”

I was scared to death, and pleading pitifully.

“Look you stupid girl, they’ll be back soon, all I’m asking you to do is to wank me. If you take your hand off, I promise I’ll fuck you right here and now!”

 

I felt his grip on my hand slowly release, and I kept my hand going up and down his cock. Then suddenly.

“Wooshhhhhh. Spatter. Crackle.”

I’d completely forgotten about watching the pans on the range behind me. One of them had boiled over, and as the water hit the hot metal plate, it spat and danced violently, the unexpected noise making me let loose of his cock and spin around to face the cooker.

“Fucking hell! Hurry and get them re-arranged. We haven’t got long.”

 

I rapidly moved the pans around, while Adrian had left the room, still naked. I’d just got the pans sorted, when he dashed back in.

“Come over here.”

He was stood in the middle of the room by the side of the tub. I walk to him, and reached my hand down towards his cock.

“No don’t bother, I’ve checked outside. They’re over the other side of the farm in the orchard collecting the hens’ eggs. That means I’ve got some time.”

 

As he bent down in front of me I feared the worst. He took hold of the hem of my dress either side, and gave a series of gentle tugs outwards. The dress was old and made of thin material, so the button holes were all very loose. It popped each button undone one at a time like pulling a zipper open without any sign of ripping the dress at all. I’d clutched my hands together on my bust as he’d started, so the last two buttons remained fastened.

“Come-on. I know I said I’d got some time, but I can’t afford to waste it. Let go or I’ll fuck you like I threatened before.”

I continued holding my dress tightly to my bust.

“You’re gonna fuck me anyway.”

 

“I’m not gonna fuck you, well not now anyway. Just let go before I change my mind.”

I slowly released my grip, and let my hands fall away to my side. He gave a couple of final tugs, and my dress was fully open. He stood up and took hold of the dress at the shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m taking your dress off. Now look sharp and get that vest thing off.”

“Why what are you going to do to me?”

“Look I haven’t got time for this. Get it off quick or I will fuck you.”

 

I reached under my crotch, and fumbled with the hooks and eyes. As soon as he saw they were free, he was pulling it up over my head. I stood there naked, just like he was. But where as he was bold and proud to be in front of me, I’d got my hands clutched in front of my little hairy mound, and I was trembling.

“What fucking gorgeous tits you’ve got.”

I blushed, and brought one hand back up to try to cover them.

“Don’t be silly. Here get yourself laid down on this.”

 

He was spreading my dress on the floor alongside the bathtub. I thought, ‘he is going to fuck me’ and I hesitated.

“Come-on we haven’t got all day.”

“Please don't fuck me?”

“Not unless you keep pissing me about. Just get yourself down on that dress.”

I got down on the floor, lay on my back, and opened my legs. Why I opened my legs, I don’t know, he hadn’t told me to; and I’d got my hands over my cunt, so it wasn’t as though I was trying to show it off to him.

 

He got down and knelt in between my legs, lifted my hands and placed them on my tits.

“You get them big tits of yours worked up, while I just have a taste of this fanny.”

My hands were on my breasts, but they were motionless. Then his tongue touched my cunt lips, my body shook. I was here partly because if I hadn’t cooperated he’d have told about me and Gerry earlier in the loft. But even if I’d resisted that threat, he was so strong I wouldn’t have been able to stop him getting what he wanted. And maybe I was trying to stop myself getting fucked by keeping him sweet. But with all these reasons, there was also an underlying feeling of wanting this man to take me.

 

Every lick of his tongue, I heaved my cunt towards him. Then he looked up to my face, and our eyes met.

“That’s right, now you’ve got the idea; you rub them nipples.”

I hadn’t realized, but now he’d pointed it out; my hands were furiously tugging and playing with my nipples.

“Ok Leslie, now your fanny is ready, this is what we’re gonna do.”

Now I knew he’d fuck me!

 

“I’m gonna get this fanny juice.”

As he was telling me, he rubbed his hand across my wet and sloppy cunt, soaking his palm with my juices.

“And I’m gonna wet them big soft titties of yours.”

Now he rubbed his hands in the valley of my bust. This he did several times, until my breasts were really wet and slimy.

 

Now to my surprise he squatted astride my tummy, pushing his big hard cock against my chest. His hands took hold of mine, and he placed my hands on my breasts, pushing them together over his cock. Now he started thrusting himself in between my tits. His big bell end was stabbing towards my face, and my tits were a-flame with desire. He’d let go of my hands, and I was manipulating my tits by myself. He was leaning backwards, two of his fingers furiously poking my cunt, and his other hand rubbing my clit. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. How long he was thrusting away I don’t know, but suddenly he jerked himself free of my tits, and grabbed his cock. It shot its sticky milk all over my face. It hit me in the eyes, and I couldn’t see. It went up my nose, and I gasped for breath. As I opened my mouth wide, he pumped more of it in there. It had gone everywhere, I was covered in it.

“Argg Argg Yes. Fucking yes! Wow-weee what a fucking girl! Here take this and wipe your face. I’ll go and sort the fucking pans out or we’ll both be getting fucked by mum.”

 

I’d sat myself up and was wiping the cum from my eyes. I then started rubbing my nose to get the cum out.

“No point in trying to behave like a lady now. That’s my cum you’ve got up your nose, not a bit of face powder. I know ladies wouldn’t blow their nose in public, but we’ve just proved you’re no lady. So go on give it a big blow.”

Almost in temper I did as he said, blowing my nose, and ejecting all the cum into the cloth he’d given me. Then I moved to a clean bit of. Of what? It wasn’t an old cloth he’d given me! It was the camisole I’d been wearing.

“Hey! You silly bloody idiot! You’ve given me my clean underwear to wipe this cum off with; I won’t be able to put this back on.”

 

He was still shuffling the pans around on the range.

“Just get on with it, and bloody hurry up, I can hear the dogs getting excited. That means that moms on the way back. Here give me that while you get your dress back on. Nobody will know you haven’t got your vest on.”

I quickly wiped around my neck, and the top of my bust, and past him the camisole. Then I hurriedly got my dress back on and started doing up the buttons. Once buttoned up, I went across to the range to be in position when Aunty returned. Adrian reached his arm around behind me, and landed his big hand on the cheek of my bottom with a slap. Then he gave it a big squeeze.

“Did you like that?”

“No it hurt.”

“Not the slap you silly girl. The tit fuck?”

I instantly coloured-up bright red.

“No.”

But he knew I was lying.

 

“How are them pans doing?”

Asked Aunty as she burst into the kitchen and joined me at the range.

“That’s a good girl. It looks like you managed to keep your mind on the job in hand, despite the distractions.”

And with that she looked across to where Adrian was now sitting in the tub.

"Where's Gerry?"

"I left him out in the orchard looking for eggs. He’ll be quite a while yet. I guess it didn’t bother you seeing him flaunting his tackle about, still I suppose you’re used to seeing your own brother and your dad having their baths.”

“N. No.”

“Hey mom. Come and do my back for me.”

She walked across to the tub, and picked up the soap tray that was resting on the top rim of the tub in front of Adrian. It wasn’t one of them fragile plastic things; this was a short thick wooden plank. Then she went to the end of the tub behind him.

“Come-on then, shift yourself forward.”

He slid about halfway down the bath, his big hairy knees rising out of the water. She placed the plank across the back of the tub, stretched her legs wide straddling the whole eighteen inches width of the tub, then lifting her dress to her waist she sat down with a leg either side. Her dress hung over the back of the tub and reached the floor, but the front was pulled high, showing her bare legs. Now she proceeded to dip the soap and sponge in the tub in between her knees, and wash his back.

 

Then she turned to look at me, and said.

 

“No what? No you don’t mind him flashing his tackle at you, or no you haven’t seen your own brother?”

“I meant he didn’t flash himself, he’s been sitting there soaking in the tub. And I’ve never seen anyone have a bath downstairs before; our bath is fitted into our bathroom upstairs.”

“I told you she must be a lady, not only has she just told a lie to cover-up your bad behaviour, but she’s posh enough to have a fitted-in bathroom.”

“What makes you think she lied for me?”

 

“I know you well enough to know you’d never miss a chance to show off that big thing of yours. I’ll bet you’ve been prancing around with it swinging about the top of your legs.”

“You’re way off the mark there mom. Come-on Leslie, let’s see you come to my defence. Tell mom the truth; my dick definitely wasn’t hanging down my legs, was it?”

I didn’t speak, but again I blushed bright red.

 

“Ok my girl. I think you aught to be telling me what's been going on while I’ve been out?”

“You’d never make a detective mom. Haven’t you noticed the new cream she’s started using in her hair. Or the way her nipples are showing through that dress.”

She turned and looked across the room to me.

“Come here my girl. Let’s see what he’s on about.”

I walked towards her wanting to reach up to my hair to understand what he was talking about myself. I know I’d cleaned myself down, but hadn’t had time to look in the mirror. When I got to where she was, she didn’t speak, but just beckoned me with her finger to bring my head down to where she was sitting. As I bent down, she reached up to my hair, and as she brought her hand down, she opened and closed her finger and thumb directly in front of my face. The still wet sticky cum stretched and snapped, then re-jelled together each time her fingers closed.

 

The previously jovial tone was now gone; now she was stern and agitated.

“Well my girl how do you explain this?”

“I would have thought even you’d recognise what that was. The little girl has been doing some milking while you were out.”

She leapt to her feet throwing the sponge and soap at him. The sponge bounced onto the floor, but the soap missed and landed in the tub in front of him. She stood to the side of the tub, facing Adrian.

“I hope you haven’t been forcing yourself on this poor girl?”

“You’ve got to be joking; she’s not the little innocent that you think.”

 

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, she’s not a little girl any more, and it’s her business what she does with her body. I’m only human, if it’s offered, I ain’t gonna refuse it.”

“Are you saying she started it?”

“Well maybe not started it, but she certainly wasn’t putting up a fight. Tell you what, look under my jacket on the back of that chair.”

She turned and grabbed his jacket off the chair back, and the camisole fell to the floor. As she picked it up, he said.

“See mom. If I’d have been forcing her, how did I get that off without ripping it? And any way, I wouldn’t even have bothered to take it off; you can do what’s necessary by just lifting it up. It’s a woman thing, this taking all your clothes off first.”

 

While he was talking, she was studying the camisole, it was covered in spunk. Then she turned to me.

“Well; have you got anything to say for yourself?”

“No,” I replied with a mumble.

As I lowered my head, she said.

“Well as you’re on such close terms with my boy, I don’t see why I should be washing his back. Being as your poor little Gerry is still out looking for eggs; you might as well finish Adrian off.”

I picked up the sponge from the floor, walked to the tub, and sat across the board, in a side-saddle manner.

“It’s too bloody late to start trying lady-like behaviour now. You’ve got his spunk in your hair, all over your underwear and god knows where else. Get yourself sat down properly like you saw me doing.”

“Hey mom. Go easy on the girl. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

”What? The pair of you going at it like rabbits in my kitchen, and you don’t think that’s wrong?”

“Now mom; she’s not the first one to lie on her back on this floor, remember that time the vet called?”

Her face coloured-up red, but not only her face her neck as well, she looked like she was about to explode. She didn’t say a word, but dashed to the range where she stood sorting her pans around, in an agitated manner. I can only assume that some time in the dim and distant past, that her son had caught her fucking with the vet!

 

During all this, I’d just sat still, listening to them both. Now he turned around to me.

“Well girl, mom told you to sit properly. Didn’t she?”

 

“Err. Yes.”

I said as I jumped to my feet, and stretched my legs wide placing them either side of the tub. He was of-course still looking back at me. The short dress, no underwear, and stretched legs giving him a perfect view. Then as I lowered myself down, I put both my hands behind me to flick the hem of my dress clear of the back of the tub. He reached back and wrapped his hand fully under my cunt.

“Look mom. I’ve taken her in hand for you.”

 

She looked our way, and with a disgusted scowl said,

“Don’t you push it too far my lad. If you and that floozy are going to play around, that’s your business, but don’t do it in front of me or Gerry for that matter.”

“Ok mom, keep your knickers on. I was only larking about. But you have to admit I was right?”

“About what?”

“She’s not a young lady.”

“Well you should really have waited till tomorrow, but I guess that’s splitting hairs.”

“Don’t worry mom, that’s one thing I intent to do tomorrow. And it'll not just be her hairs I’ll be splitting.”

 

“Well young Leslie. Oh I keep forgetting, you’re not young. Anyway, young or old, I guess he’s right, but there’s still one thing you have to remember. I promised your mom there’d be no goings on between you and Gerry. Now, maybe if you want to play around with all the local men, that’s your business, but if I get so much as a hint that you and Gerry are getting up to anything, then I'll flay your hide myself, before I send you back to let your mom and dad deal with you. Is that clear?”

“Y. Y. Yes.”

She obviously meant what she said.

“Oh. And one other thing, my husband is also off limits. Got it?"

She was talking a lot calmer now, and seemed to have accepted what had just happened.

“Yes.”

“Right now you’d better get some soap on that sponge, and get his back washed before Gerry comes back and catches him playing with you. But before you do, you’d better get the buttons on the front of your dress undone up to your waist; otherwise you’ll get it soaked”

 

I unbuttoned my dress up to the top of my legs and let it fall either side of them.

“Where’s the soap?”

“It’s not back there. It landed in front of me, so it must be somewhere down here.”

I reached around his body, and ran my hand along the bottom of the tub looking for it. He put his hand in the water, and I thought he was going to help me. But no; he took hold of my hand, and swept it back towards his semi-limp cock, wrapping my palm around it. He now repeated his earlier action, sliding my hand up his length. It was firming-up in my hand, and lifting its head clear of the water. As he’d got me leaned towards him, he only needed to turn his head slightly, to enable him to whisper in my ear. His mom being at the range with the pans bubbling away would not have known he was talking to me.

“Remember what she said she’d do to you if she heard anything about you and Gerry? Well if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep wanking me until I say stop.”

 

Then he took his hand off mine, and placed one hand on the rim of the tub either side, and leaned back against me. I now had his fully erect cock in my hand, and in this laid-back position, only the lower part of it was in the water. I knew if I didn’t continue to wank it, that he’d tell her about finding me and Gerry in the stable. And I’d wanked him before. And she thought I was a slut anyway, so what the fuck. As I slid my hand up and down its length, I felt myself getting excited again. My hand increased its pace, and started making a splashing noise as it hit the water.

 

“Look mom. Why don’t you do this for me when you do my back?”

“Bloody hurry up about it, I don’t want any of the others coming back and catching you at it.”

“Hey mom is this getting you aroused?”

“Just get it over with.”

“It is. Isn’t it? Come-on mom, don’t be shy. If you come over here, I’ll lick your fanny for you.”

“You cheeky sod.”

“No seriously mom. I can see you’re getting wet by the way you’re shuffling your legs about. Come-on bring it here, licking you will make me come quicker.”

 

I was in full swing, loving the feeling of his big body in my arms and his big cock in my hand. I’d heard all this banter going on, but I never for one second thought he was serious. Then his mom walked across to the tub, put her hands up her dress, and pulled off her knickers. She straddled the tub, facing her son, lifted her dress.

“Come-on then. But be quick.”

She put the front of her dress over his head, and his face disappeared into her crotch.

 

It took about another five minutes before he was squirting his milky spunk. Most of it fell back into the bath water, but some had landed on his hairy body, and his mom’s legs. She had lifted herself from above the tub, and sat on a kitchen chair. Then shameless as you like, she lifted her leg high, putting her cunt on full display. She proceeded to gather up the spunk from her legs with her fingers, and put it straight in her mouth licking her fingers clean. Then as she looked my way she said.

“Well girl. You’ve milked the stuff. Don’t let it go to waste. There’s loads of it in the hairs on his chest. Get it licked up quick, we need to get on with setting the table.”

I was still in a semi-trance, just sitting there, limp cock in my hand.

 

“Be quick girl. Get round here and lick me clean. No don’t let my dick drop in the water, you can suck that first.”

 

I got up with some difficulty, trying to keep hold of his cock, and not letting my dress fall in the water. At the same time he was standing himself up, so by the time I was at the side of the tub, he was stood there for me to lick him. I started on his tummy, sucking the spunk that was matted into his pubic hair. Then his mom joined us saying,

“I’ll clean his chest, I’m sure he’d prefer you to suck his dick.”

I started with licking, but I was soon putting it in my mouth, and sucking on it.

“That’s enough of that my girl. I only said not to waste his spunk; I never said you should get him worked up again. I see what you mean about her. She’s insatiable, poor little Gerry wouldn’t stand a chance trying to keep her in check. Right we’d better get on we’re all behind now.”

 

She slipped her knickers back up, and said.

“You’d better slip upstairs, and put that spunk stained cammy in the wash basket, and get yourself a clean one on. And hurry up about it, cos you need to get back down here and get the table set.”

 

Then Adrian butted-in,

“I’ll take that, and I’ll find her a clean one while I’m up there getting changed. She can stop down here and get the table set for you.”

“That’s good thinking for once. I think releasing that load of cum has cleared his feeble little brain. In that case you can get started on setting the table.”

“Before she does that, I think it would be a good idea if she scoops the spunk out of the tub before dad gets back to have his bath.”

“God you’re right again. My; she has done you a power of good. Maybe you aught to get her to clean you out regularly. Come-on then Leslie, get an old cloth and make sure there’s no trace of his spunk in the tub.”

 

I did as I was told, but never for one minute did I think anyone else would have a bath in the water he just used. I was busy laying the table when Gerry walked in with a big basket filled to the top with eggs.

“There you are Aunt Betty; I think I’ve got them all.”

”Well done my lad. You’ve got more than I would have found, but there’s no way you’ve got them all. Its like when you try to clean yourself down without a mirror isn’t it Leslie, you always miss some.”

I suddenly realized the spunk was still in my hair. I turned away from Gerry, and said.

“Back in a second. Got to dash for a pee.”

 

There was no mirror out there, but I carefully ran my fingers through my hair until I’d completely got it all out. When I returned I continued getting things prepared for the meal, with Gerry helping me. But I’d noticed he kept giving me long looks, as though something was wrong. I was sure there must have been some spunk left somewhere on me. I didn’t want to have to explain anything like that to Gerry, but I had to know what it was that he was so interested in.

 

“What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Shh.”

Then he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t let Aunty hear us. But your nipples are standing up so hard, it looks like you’ve got no bra on.”

I whispered my answer back.

“It’s this camisole, it’s so thin.”

He didn’t question my answer, but he kept staring at my tits.

 

Then Adrian walk back into the room, he was like a different person, gone all the scruffy work clothes, now a smart clean shirt, no tie, but trousers with a neat ironed crease down the front. He looked quite hansom. As Gerry turned to talk to Aunty, Adrian pulled out a lovely silk camisole from his pocket, and held it up for me to see, quickly stuffing it back in his pocket before Gerry turned around.

 

“Hey Gerry. I don’t suppose you could do me a favour.”

“Yes. What is it?”

“I’ve left my backy tin and roller somewhere. I bet it’s either in the tractor I was using on the muck spreader, or somewhere on the bench in the workshop. But I’ve already got cleaned-up ready to go out. Be a pal and run across to the barn and see if you can find them.”

“Ok.”

“If you haven’t found them by the time you hear your Uncle come back, forget it, and come and get your tea,” said Aunty Betty.

 

As soon as he was out of the door.

“Come-on then girl, get that dress off. Let’s see what you look like in this.”

I unbuttoned my dress, and he helped me to take it off. Then he held out the top of this silk camisole for me to step into. This was nothing like the ones Aunty had sorted out for me. This had big flared leg holes like French knickers, and tiny thin shoulder straps. When I’d got it on, it hung away from my crotch, and the flared legs made it look like it was open like a short dress. Aunty had been watching me get into it.

 

“Where did you get that from?”

“Our Audrey’s old things.”

“She didn’t wear that till she was nineteen.”

“No, but she was fucking the local lads when she was fifteen, and married with a baby at eighteen. So she was no angel either.”

“That’s no way to talk about your sister.”

“Well who cares about her now. Come-on mom, you’ve got to admit it, this little bitch looks fucking stunning?”

“You’re right. She’s certainly got what you men go for. She’ll break some hearts before she’s done. Now get that dress back on before Gerry gets back.”

“He won’t be back till dad gets home.”

”How do you make that out?”

“Cos I’ve got my backy tin here, so he ain’t gonna find it out there.”

 

I got dressed, and completed the preparation for the meal.

“Is there anything else you need doing?”

“No lass. You can sit yourself down until we hear the men folk get back.”

“Come over here and sit on my knee.”

“Don’t start playing around with her again.”

“Now mom, don’t start interfering. A little bit of her fanny juice will act as an appetiser.”

 

I look towards her, hoping she’d somehow stop him, but she just mumbled.

“Well get on with it then, but don’t let that poor lad see what your doing to her.”

He drew me towards him with his finger, and I meekly walked across the kitchen and backed myself onto his knee. He just pulled my legs wide astride his own, lifted the front of my dress, and two of his fingers were probing my hole. Through the other leg his right hand was rubbing my clit in little circles. I resigned myself to his pleasure, and lay back against his chest. My cunt was soon producing sticky slime that allowed his two fingers to ram deep up inside me. I stretched my whole body, and as my head went back, it was leaning on his shoulder; I turned to him, and pushed my mouth to his. Our tongues mingled, and my body shook. The pleasure rippled up from my cunt, right through to my tongue. The wave was building, to what! I had no idea, but I knew something special was about to happen.

 

“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF.”

 

The whole moment was shattered by the dogs in the yard going absolutely mad. Adrian almost threw me off his knee, and I stood at the edge of the table hanging on for dear life, my legs so wobbly, I didn’t think they would hold my weight. Gerry was the first to come rushing through the door.

“Sorry Adrian, I couldn’t find it.”

“No problem it’ll turn up.”

Just then Uncle Harry walked in followed by the two other cousins.

 

There was a round of introductions; where I got to know which of the two cousins was which, Steve was about Adrian’s build, what I would have said was a big man. But Andrew was a giant, but appeared very withdrawn and hardly spoke a word. We all sat down to have the meal, the first topic of conversation was why Adrian was already cleaned up and ready to go out. And that then prompted Uncle Harry to say he wanted some more water putting on the range, as the bath Adrian had already used would be cold. Then they discussed the next days working, where Adrian was told he’d need to do the job Steve would have been tackling, while Steve sorted out the muck spreader.

 

After they’d finished their meal, Adrian asked Gerry if he wanted to listen to some records on his new record player. This was apparently one of the new ones that could take a stack of singles, and play them one after the other without you needing to touch it.

“Come-on Leslie, we’ve got to see this.”

“I’m sure she’s not interested in a silly gramophone, and anyway I need a hand with these dishes.”

I’d loved to have joined them in the parlour, to see this new record player, but instead I just replied.

“That’s alright Gerry; I’ll help your Aunty first. I’ll come and see it when we’ve got the washing-up done.”

 

Gerry and Adrian disappeared to play their music, and I started clearing the table.

“Perhaps she’d be better off with them, listening to the music?”

Said Harry to his wife.

“That’s ok for you to say; but I bet you’re not going to give me a hand with these pots?”

“It’s not that; you silly woman. I was meaning; I’m ready to have my bath now.”

“Well her being in here won’t stop you; you've got nothing she’s not seen before.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She never batted an eyelid when Adrian had his bath, and she even washed his back for him.”

 

“I hope he wasn’t larking about showing himself off to her?”

“You know our Adrian.”

“I’ll bloody sort that silly fool out later.”

“There’s nothing to sort out, she was encouraging him. She might look like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but I can tell you she’s not the little innocent she looks.”

Old Harry shrugged his shoulders, and said.

“Andrew, come and give me a hand with this tub.”

 

Andrew and Harry lifted the tub, and carried it outside to empty it. When he returned, Harry did the same as Adrian had done earlier, and tipped a couple of pans full of boiling water into the tub. Then after he’d added some cold.

“Right I’m going to get into the bath now.”

“Well get on with it, we don’t need an invitation to watch you. Men! Tut!”

While he was stripping I couldn’t resist the occasional glance back, but he kept faced away from us all the time. After he'd been washing for about five minutes.

“You gonna come and do my back?”

 

She looked at me; I was washing while she was drying the plates.

“Are you gonna do it for him, your hands are already wet.”

“Me? Do I have to?”

“What do you think Harry? Would you like Leslie to do your back?”

“I’m not sure her mom would approve.”

”I somehow think there’s a lot of things this little girl gets up to that her mom wouldn’t approve of, but I’m sure she won’t be telling her mom about them. Anyway that wasn't the question.”

“Well ok, providing she doesn't mind.”

“Go on then girl; but mind you keep to just washing his back. None of them shenanigans you were getting up to earlier.”

 

I knew by her glare this wasn't a request, but an instruction. As I got myself perched on the board I’d placed behind his back, I stretched my legs to straddle the bath, and sat myself down. Steve was sat at the table, and he had an un-interrupted view up my legs. I was about to dip the sponge into the water in the tub in front of me.

“What about your dress?”

Said Aunty waving her fingers at me.

“My dress?”

“Yes you silly girl. You’ll get the front all soaked. Undo the buttons.”

I dropped the sponge and soap into the water, and undid my buttons up to the top of my legs as before, letting it fall to the outside of my legs. Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. This camisole was so loose fitting, with such wide leg opening; he could obviously see my cunt, or at least part of it.

 

I had to put that from my mind, and get on with the job in hand. I reached down and picked up the sponge, but search as I may, the soap was not to be found.

“What are you doing back there, feeling my backside?”

“No. Sorry, I can’t find the soap.”

”Perhaps it’s somewhere round in front of me.”

Betty stomped across the kitchen, dipped her hand into the tub in front of Harry, and found the soap handing it to me.

“I said we’ll have none of those shenanigans, and that goes for you too Harry James!”

“I was only fooling around,” he said.

“Yes that’s what Adrian said, but the difference is you’re a married man.”

 

His back was soon washed, and sponged down, without incident. I stood up and started to fasten my buttons.

“Is it worth you doing them back up yet? Aren’t you going to do my back when I’m ready?”

Said Steve, giving me a wink.

I looked across to Betty.

“Looks like that’s your job from now on. Maybe they like your gentle hands; not my old rough ones.”

 

The old man stood up and dried himself with a towel, and then he was off up stairs. Steve now got a pan from the stove, and added some more boiling water to warm the bath back up slightly. Then he put the rest of the boiling water into a small hand-washing bowl. He then added some cold to get it to a usable temperature; he stood a chair alongside the tub, and put the bowl and a bottle of hair shampoo onto it. He’d noticed my quizzical look, as I’d been wondering what he was doing.

 

“It’s bad enough having to share the old git’s bath water to wash in, but there's no way I’ll use it to wash my hair.”

He stripped off, and turned to face where Betty and I were washing the dishes at the sink. Seeing movement behind me I instinctively glanced back, just in time to see him stood there with a semi-stiff cock drooping forward from his loins. Bette looked at me.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a quick look."

She then turned to Steve.

"And you can get yourself down into that tub and stop flaunting yourself.”

I said nothing, but just blushed again. He did as he was told and sat himself into the bath, then he called.

“Leslie.”

I answered without turning around, in case it was another ruse to get me to look at him.

“What?”

“Are you going to wash my hair for me?”

“Your hair? Why do you need me to do it?”

 

“He’s a big baby that’s why. I suppose it’s my fault for pandering to him. The first time he used that shampoo he got some in his eyes, and it made them sting. Ever since then, I’ve washed his hair, and he holds a flannel tight up to his eyes to stop the shampoo going in.

Being as he wants you to do his hair; you might as well do his back as well."

Then turning to Steve without asking me if I minded,

"Are you ready to have it washed?”

“Yes, ready and waiting."

She turned back to me and said.

“You go sort him out, I’ll do the rest of the dishes, otherwise if these two aren’t done by the time Harry gets down, he’ll be stomping around like a bear with a sore bum. He don’t like anything to hold-up his drinking time.”

 

I went to the bath tub, and knelt down by the side to wash his hair.

“No. You don’t want to do it like that, that’s a sure way to jigger your back in. Put the board in front of him, like you do when you wash their backs. But you’ll need it pulled up real close; you don’t need any room to get into the tub, the waters in the bowl on the chair.”

“But my dress, it won’t reach to the end of the bath to keep it out of the water?”

“You’ve already got it unbuttoned, just pull the loose material together and tie it up in a knot around your waist. There’s always a way if you think about it.”

 

So now I’m stood by the side of the bath, and I draw all the dress around from either side, and as she'd said, tied it in a knot in front of me. Then I stood there with naked legs, I stretch them wide across the tub, and sat down inches away from this man, who by now has got a stonking great hard sticking up well clear of the water.

“Now this is something I’ve got to see.”

Said Betty leaning with her back to the sink.

Both me and Steve spoke as with one voice.

“What?”

“What?”

“I’ve never managed to get his hair done without him using both hands to hold his flannel to his face. I wonder if he’ll still cover his eyes up with your little fanny winking at him.”

 

I blushed bright red again, and didn’t know what to do or say.

“Go on get on with his hair. I’m only ribbing you.”

Steve as she’d said, had got a flannel in his hand, and he’d wrung it tightly to make a short rope like thing. He lifted this up to his head, and held it against his forehead with one hand.

“Ok Leslie, you can start washing me now.”

I got some water from the bowl, soaked his head, then poured some shampoo out, and was just using both my hands to rub it into his scalp. Then I felt his other hand stroking gently on the inside of my thigh.

 

“See mom, like you said. There’s always a way if you think about it.”

I snapped at him,

“Steve! Pack it up.”

“What’s up with you? Sounds like you let our Adrian have a feel of it.”

Well yes this was true, but I'd let Adrian do it because he had caught me and Gerry in the stable. But this man had no kind of hold over me, and I didn’t see why I should pander to his wishes.

“Never you mind what anyone else did. You get your hand out of there.”

“Or what?”

I suddenly took both my hands which were covered in shampoo lather, and brought them across his face. I rubbed furiously into his eye sockets. He went ballistic, flailing his arms about, and knocking me flying across the kitchen floor. He rubbed his eyes with his wet flannel, and within seconds he had climbed naked out of his bath, and was grabbing hold of my wrists, dragging me to the table.

 

“No! Steve no! Aunty betty, stop him.”

“Looks like you’ve started something you can’t finish my girl. If you're gonna play games with the big boys, then you'll have to accept the consequences.”

He was now lifting me up onto the table, and pushing me down onto my back.

“Stop or I’ll scream!”

“If you make a fucking sound I’ll hit you that hard, you’ll wake-up in next week. You stop struggling now or I’ll fucking kill you.”

 

He meant every word; I froze, and lay back on the table, my arms motionless at my side. My legs were now still, and they dangled over the edge of the table.

“That's better. Now let’s see this little fanny properly.”

He took the gusset of the cammy in two hands and was about to rip it open.

“Hey! Stephen. There’s no cause to go ripping that lace camisole, it doesn’t belong to her. If you’re gonna fuck her, that’s one thing. But all you need to do is ease it across to one side, there’s a good boy.”

He released his grip, and tugged the gusset quite roughly across to one side. He stood there looking at it.

“Come-on then lad, if you're gonna give her one; get a move on, before your dad gets down.”

 

“Please Aunty betty. Please stop him.”

He was now playing with my cunt, poking his fingers in and out, and my cunt was getting wet.

“Its too late now my girl, you got him aroused, now you’ve got to satisfy him.”

I started crying, and trying to beg at the same time.

“Please. Sob. Please. Sob. No don’t do it to me please. Sob.”

“Stop your blubbing, you ain’t no virgin.”

“I am. I’ve never done it with anyone. Please don’t.”

“Too fucking bad, your virgin days are over.”

 

His hands took hold under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them high. As he thrust his hips towards me, I knew this was it. Then he was gone! And as he’d flown sideways, his hands on my legs had spun me around on the table. I slipped over the side and fell to the floor. As I Looked across, there on the floor a few feet away, Steve was laid out cold. A pair of big hands encircled my waist, and lifted me gently to my feet.

“Are you ok? Our Steve shouldn’t behave like that. Here dry your eyes, then go and join Gerry.”

Wow! Talk about being saved by the cavalry. That was Andrew. It was the first time I’d heard him speak. He must have hit Steve, and knocked him out cold with one blow.

“Steve. Come-on Steve. What have you done to him? There was no need for that. And you. You silly girl. Do as Andrew says. Get out of my sight, and go join that boyfriend of yours before I lay a strap to you.”

She was sitting on the floor holding Steve’s head, and mopping him with a cold wet flannel. I did as she’d said, and rushed to the other room.

 

I sat alongside Gerry and we listened to records until Andrew put his head around the door, and called Adrian.

“Come-on. Dads ready to go.”

“Bye for now. You’ll be tucked up in bed by the time we get back. So I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

“Bye. I wish I was old enough to go with them. Its no fun being the only man left here.”

We heard the back door slam shut, and all the real men were now gone.

 

“Ok you can turn that bloody rubbish off. My program’s on the radio in five minutes. And you can get off that sofa; I want you two to sit on separate chairs.”

As he got up to move to the chair, Gerry whispered in my ear.

“Jesus. Who’s been upsetting her?”

“Shh. She’ll hear you.”

We both sat there all evening in separate chairs, listening to some old stuff on the radio. When it eventually got to ten O’clock, and she said.

“Right you pair. Time for bed.”

We were both that fed-up and bored, it was a relief.

 

As we went up stairs, she followed us.

“There’s a chamber pot under both your beds, so there’s no excuse for you to be down from the attic, or you to be wandering about. Is that understood?”

“Yes Aunty Bette.”

We both gave the same reply.

Gerry went off up to the attic, and she followed me to her room.

“There’s a night dress in the bottom draw, but I’m sure it’ll be far too warm tonight. You’ll be better-off natural.”

 

“Thank you Aunty. Please Aunty; you said you’d explain to me why I can’t go out tomorrow?”

“I’m not so sure any more, after seeing you larking about with our Adrian, I’m thinking maybe he’s right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well with the way your mom described you, I hadn’t expected you to be so forward, you know, sex wise. I guess you realise tomorrow you’ll be old enough to have sex; all legal like?”

I blushed as I replied.

“Yes, I know.”

“So does that mean you also know that every randy village lad who knows it’s your birthday will be chasing you to get into your knickers?”

Well I of course, thought she meant now I’m a woman and not just a little school girl, they’d all be chatting me up to get a feel or fuck me; but only if I’d let them. Well that is no different from back at home, only in the town they’ve been trying that since I was around thirteen!

I again blushed as I replied.

“Yes, but that’s flattering, and in a way, exciting.”

 

“You’re happy about being the prey, and you like the idea of being chased, even if Gerry isn’t allowed to be one of the hunters?”

“What, you mean Gerry won't be allowed out?”

“Well I promised your mom I’d make sure nothing went on between you and Gerry."

“If he’s got to say indoors, then I won’t go out either.”

“So despite your larking about with my Adrian, you have got some feelings for Gerry?”

“I love him.”

“Love him! So what was all that larking around with my lad? Is it a case of what Gerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and you’ve taken a shine to my Adrian.”

I couldn’t tell her the truth, so I had to let her think I fancied Adrian. I put on a coy look, bowed my head and replied with an answer I thought she’d like.

“Adrian is so good looking, and he’s big and strong. Anyway, were not gonna be here long, and like you say, what Gerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

 

“But if I don’t let Gerry out tomorrow, you’ll stop in with him?”

“Yes, I can’t leave Gerry in on his own.”

“Ok I guess I’ll have to let him join the hunters. My Adrian would never forgive me if I robbed him of a chance to get into your knickers.”

I thought, 'now she knows Gerry and I are going to have sex together, Adrian will no longer have a hold over me.'

“Oh thank-you Aunty. But you won’t tell my mum?”

“No I guess like Gerry; what your mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. But what about Gerry, does he know my boys will be chasing you?”

Once again I interpreted this question in the wrong context. Not wanting to brag, but this last twelve months, going out with Gerry, I’ve had loads of boys asking for dates, and Gerry has known he’s had competition.

“Gerry is used to it; he thinks it’s good when other boys fancy me, cos he knows I’m his girl, so it boosts his self-confidence.”

 

“So can I take it you’ve decided you're going out to face the hunters?”

What I’d decided to do was to go out to the barn with Gerry, and let him make love to me, now Adrian had nothing to blackmail me with, his hopes of getting anything more than a smile were like Steve’s, a big zero.

“Oh yes, so long as Gerry is allowed out.”

“Well in that case, as long as you know what to expect out there, and your not gonna come back crying about loosing your virginity. But if you regret it later and go bleating to your mom, I’ll swear blind I told you to stop indoors.”

Thinking about fulfilling my promise to Gerry, I replied.

“Oh I won’t; I’ve thought about this day for some weeks now, and I know I’m ready.”

“Ok lass, you’re only sixteen once in your life; you might as well make the most of it.”

“Thank-you Aunty, I wasn’t looking forward to stopping in all day.”

 

“Do you like the feel of the silk cammy Adrian sorted out for you?”

“Oh yes. It feels so soft against my skin.”

“As tomorrows a special day, I’ll let you wear another one of our Audrey’s silk cammies. But I know how impatient lads can be, and I don’t like the thought of nice undies like that getting ripped, so I’ll find you out an open one.”

“Open?”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

She produced a camisole from the set of draws, it was stunning. All lace, with the prettiest of frills around the hem. And I say hem, because this was more like a long vest or what I’d call an under-slip. It was completely open underneath.

“Won't I need knickers on with it?”

“Oh no my dear, that would totally destroy the impression. And besides, we both know even if you put a pair of knickers on in the house, they'll be off as soon as you reach the barn. But if you still want something, I'm sure I'll be able to find an old pair of Audrey’s cotton ones, so it won't matter if they get ripped or lost.”

“No, if you say its ok me going out without anything on. Like you say, they might get ripped or something.”

 

I knew my mum would kill me if she knew, but she'd kill me if she'd known about any part of this conversation.

"Ok, now lets sort you out a nice sexy dress; you’re ok wearing them short?”

I could hardly say what I was thinking, ‘yes I like the way it makes men look at me’, and so I said.

“Yes. Like you said its cooler when they’re short. And it isn’t like there’s anyone but Gerry gonna see me here on the farm.”

The dress she produced was also very sexy, mainly because it was really for a girl about half my height. It was made in one long piece of material, with a hole to put your head through. Then the front and back panels joined each other at the sides starting under the arms. Held together with little lace ribbons, that tied together every six inches. They were so fiddly to do up, especially the ones under the arms. She helped me, and I was soon looking in the full length wardrobe mirror.

"Well my girl, you'll knock e'm all dead when they catch sight of you dressed like that."

It was so short even the lace frill on the hem of the camisole was showing.

 

"Are you sure I’m ok going out with so much leg showing."

"If you don’t like it, I’ll find you something else. I just thought it was more practical. If you do get chased, and you’re not looking to be caught, your legs aren’t restricted like in a skirt. But it’s also handy once you’ve let someone catch you, making it easier to climb up into the hay loft. But mainly, it’ll attract the lads, and I’m assuming that’s the main reason you’re going out tomorrow.”

I was more than a little nervous about anyone seeing so much leg, and knew if I so much as stooped or lent forwards, I would be showing all I’ve got! Then I thought, but her sons will all be out working on the fields, so it will only be my Gerry who'll see me. And if I'd backed out now, I thought it would make me appear childish, so I apprehensively went along with her choice.

“Yes, you’re right; I bet Gerry’s eyes will pop out. But you won’t tell my mum, or Gerry’s dad?”

“No lass, you’re on holiday, and what goes on down here on the farm, stops here on the farm.”

 

“Speaking of which, I’ll mix you up two potions; you’ll take one glass before you go out in the morning, and one before bed tomorrow night.”

“What’s that for?”

“We can’t have you going home with a little Adrian growing in your belly; your mom would soon be up in arms.”

I thought, 'now you know about me and Gerry, then Adrian has no hold over me, so he has no more chance than Steve of getting in between my legs. But I thought if I told her that, then she might get annoyed knowing we'd been mucking around already. So I decided to let her carry on thinking I was keen on Adrian.

“But I never said I’d let him shoot it inside me.”

“Accidents happen; better to be safe than sorry.”

“Does it work?”

“Oh yes my girl, but I’ll warrant you wouldn’t want to take it every day.”

“Why?”

“They both taste foul when you’re drinking them, and the morning one leaves your mouth tasting and smelling very similar to a fanny on heat. But the night-time one is the worst, it causes pains like period pains only more severe, and you’ll be on the chamber pot for a good hour until it’s flushed your womb clean of the day’s activities.”

“I don’t like the sound of that, and I’m not going to let anyone shoot inside me, so do I still have to take it?”

“Yes you do, I’m not having any of your shenanigans coming back to haunt me. So no medicine, no rumpy.”

“Ok, I suppose it makes sense.”

“Right get that lot off, and get yourself off to bed, the men-folk will be home soon.”

 

 

She left me to get off to bed, and I stripped naked, and was soon under the sheet. Within minutes my fingers were in my cunt, and I played with myself until I’d dropped of to sleep. The day had been so eventful, a dream was certain to happen. And it surely did. How it started I don’t know, this is often the case with dreams, but I was laid on my back, legs wide open, and Andrew (Not my boyfriend Gerry) was sucking on my nipple, my left one. I kept thinking, why doesn’t he do what Gerry had done, and go from one to the other in turn. At the same time, he was ramming his fingers up my cunt, and I was thrusting myself up towards him. Then he was ready to fuck me, I only sensed this, as he’d stopped sucking my nipple, and I’d felt him lifting under my knees to stretch me wide. Any second I was expecting his cock to open my cunt and take my virginity.

 

“Come-on Harry love. No you don’t want to do that. Come-on be a good lad now, I’ve got plenty of lovely wet fanny for you.”

It was Aunty Bette's voice!

I thought, 'What the fucking hell is she doing in my dream?'

Then I could feel his body weight lifting off me, I opened my eyes. It was pitch black so I still couldn’t tell what was happening. Gradually I could make out two shapes.

“Its ok love, he's had a bit too much beer, I think he just got in the wrong bed. I'll get him back to my bed, you just go back to sleep.”

Sleep. Who was she kidding? She'd let Uncle Harry get himself worked up by fondling me, and now she’d got him back to her bed, where he was ramming her for all he was worth. The bed was creaking and moaning, springs twanging. When he eventually cum his spunk, she was laid there moaning in ecstasy.

 

From a bedroom the other end of the landing I recognised Steve's voice.

“Thank fucking god for that, I thought you pair were gonna be at it all night.”

”Less of your cheek my lad or I’ll not let Leslie out tomorrow.”

I was busy having a little giggle at the remark that had come from the bedroom, but her reply had me thinking the only reason she was allowing me out was to let her own sons get a chance to fuck me. Now I could maybe understand why she might think I'd go with Adrian, but Steve, no way. Still thinking about the relevance of this, I drifted off to sleep again.

 

To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub. Well that Shakespeare certainly knew his words. I slept, and I dreamt, and boy did I rub. My fingers were rubbing my clit and I was moaning. Old Harry was asleep, I could hear him snoring, but I knew that she was awake, and could hear me. I was doing it as much to annoy her as I was to excite myself. But as I say, I eventually dropped to sleep, and dreamt again. Dreams this time were mainly about having multiple lovers, like I’d mused earlier in the day. Both tits were being sucked at the same time, and someone was kissing with a tongue down my throat, while I was also being fucked.

 

Then I heard noises, and realized this had just been a dream, and I could see the old man stood by the side of his bed, scratching his balls. Now I remember, I was on the farm, and that was Harry stood there. I squinted my eyes, so I could watch him, without him knowing, and I lay motionless. He pulled at this cock, and then turned and bent down. I almost wished I hadn’t looked; his big hairy arse was nothing to turn you on. Then he pulled out from under the bed a big china potty, and he placed it on the floor in front of him, he now stood there holding his cock out, and started to pee. And he continued to pee, and pee, and pee. Was it ever going to stop? I could feel myself wanting one, and I thought if he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to have to get out of bed. Then it dwindled to a trickle, and he gave it a couple of shakes, and pulled it a few times. That was it, now he got dressed, and disappeared downstairs.

 

I quickly got out of bed, and jumped onto the potty that I’d pulled from under my bed, and as I let it flow, the relief was wonderful. I’d been in such a hurry; I’d pulled the potty from where it was under the end of the bed, and sat straight down on it. I hadn't looked around the room, and I certainly hadn't realized Adrian had been stood by the other side of my bed, meaning he was now stood directly behind me! The pee had only just started to flow, and I’d just breathed out, when I felt a hand under my cunt, and at the same time another one wrapped around my breast, cupping one of my tits. I momentarily stopped peeing. And spun my head.

 

It was Adrian, and for some unknown reason, I felt a sigh of relief, and relaxed. Why do I feel so comfortable and sexually aroused by this man? Anyway, it was pointless trying to get up, or fight him off. My pee started to flow again, and he fingered me all the time. As soon as I’d stopped, he put his fingers to his mouth.

 

“No Adrian. Please don’t do that. That’s horrible.”

”Don’t be silly. Your wee is like wine. I can’t wait to have you sitting above me, and pissing into my mouth.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I not only would, but I will. Come-on get off that potty, I’ll show you.”

I got to my feet, and stood naked in front of him, and I have no idea why, but I didn’t feel embarrassed at all. But then he picked up the potty, and put the rim to his mouth.

“No please. Don’t.”

He held it back down.

“OK, if I don’t drink it can I fuck you?”

“No.”

“If I DO drink it, can I?”

“No. I’m saving myself for Gerry. I promised him he’d be my first lover.”

 

“So does that mean you’re going out today?”

“Yes.”

“Has mom told you what that means?”

“Yes, she said maybe you were right about me being old enough to decide for myself.”

"I knew you were a hot piece of fanny when I caught you and Gerry in the stable yesterday. And then the way you took to wanking my cock, just confirmed it. I bet you and Gerry are going to sneak back up into the loft in the stables?”

“Yes how did you know?”

“It’s a pretty obvious place. You know I’m going to fuck you as well, don’t you?”

At this point it suddenly came back to me; his mum knows about Gerry and me, so I no longer need to do what this man tells me. But I thought I’d bide my time before pointing this out to him.

“I’d already got the idea that you’d try.”

 

“No, it won’t be a case of just trying. I'm supposed to be gathering wood down at the Hazel copse, and my dad will be watching me while he's ploughing the upper fields. So although he’d know if nobody was working there, so long as there is someone down there, he won't know who it is. I’ve told Gerry to be down at the Hazel copse for ten O’clock, that way; it'll give me a chance to get back up here to fuck you.”

The fact he’d arranged something like that with Gerry’s agreement stunned me for a second.

“You mean Gerry knows you’re coming back to fuck me?”

“Well I haven’t put it into words, but he knows I’m not coming back to wash the dishes.”

“And he’s agreed?”

“He had no choice, and neither have you. Unless that is, you want me to tell mom what you and him are up to?”

Then I played my trump card.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, your mum knows I’m gonna let Gerry make love to me!”

I said smugly,

“She’s even going to give me some stuff to stop me getting pregnant.”

 

“If that’s true, then why would Gerry agree?”

“He doesn’t know yet, your mum told me after he’d gone up to bed.”

“So it changes nothing, he’ll do as he’s told to save you getting into trouble, and you won’t tell him any different to save him from getting a beating.”

“What do you mean a beating?”

“Don’t look so surprised. Surely you knew from yesterday that I’d stop at nothing to fuck you today. And don’t tell me you don’t want it, because that fanny of yours is begging for it.”

“Please, don’t hurt Gerry.”

“That my girl is in your hands; do as you’re told, and we all get what we want. Anyway, I’m letting Gerry take first bite at it, so you should both be grateful.”

“I think you’re bluffing, you wouldn’t dare hit Gerry.”

“What that pip-squeak, I could crush him with my little finger.”

“But you’re scared of your dad, and he’d come down on you like a ton of bricks if you bullied Gerry like that.”

“Don’t be so silly, I'd make it look like he’d had an accident, they happen all the time on the farm with all this dangerous machinery about.”

 

“You wouldn’t?”

“I not only would, but if anything stops your Gerry getting down to the copse by ten, then, I will.”

“So you’re saying that Gerry has only got until ten, then you’re coming back to take over, and I have no say in the matter?”

“That’s about summed it up. And make no mistake, his help or not, I’m coming back, and willing or not, you're gonna get fucked.”

“But I’ve never done it before; I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it a second time straight away, I might need a little time to recover.”

“If Gerry has anything about him, he should be able to fuck you at least three times before he’s all fucked-out. But you; you’ll see him and me off, and then still want more.”

“Don’t say things like that. The way you talk anyone would think I was a tart or something.”

“Don’t be so sensitive, nobody is calling you a tart, but you can’t hide the fact that one touch, and your fanny gets wetter than our bulls nose.”

Even in the midst of all these threats, a picture of that bull in the pen with its big nostrils dripping and steaming came to mind, and I couldn’t help grinning. Adrian could see my smirk, and he said.

“That was funny wasn’t it?”

And at that we both started laughing; maybe it was a release of tension, cos I was nervous as hell.

 

“Come-on love, it isn’t that bad, you know you want a good fucking, and that really is all that’s gonna happen. So get yourself up and dressed, and before I go off to the spinney, I’ll show you both a more secret place to bed down. But we don’t want to be seen going out there together, so you and Gerry meet me in the old brick house next to the stable.”

I by now had reluctantly resigned myself to complying with his demands, but only to protect my Gerry.

“Is that the one where the bull enclosure is?”

“That’s the one. Now you get dressed, and get Gerry out there by eight, or I’ll get slaughtered by dad if I’m not down at that copse.”

“Ok see you later.”

 

I put on the camisole and dress, and it took for ever to tie the ribbons. I walked down the stairs, stood outside the kitchen door, took a deep breath, and then walked into where everybody else was already seated at the table. All eyes fixed themselves in my direction, and then old Harry spoke.

“My God! She looks stunning. You’ve obviously decided you’re going out today? Well the local lads are going to be swarming round you like bees on a jam-pot. I’ll tell you what Gerry my lad, if she was my girl I’d keep her locked in the cupboard under the stairs all day.”

“Now Harry, that's up to Leslie to decide, and if Gerry doesn't like it, that's his problem. It’s her sixteenth birthday, and she'll not get another one. Anyway aren’t you forgetting what day you met me on?”

This was beginning to unnerve me a bit, it was as if they were expecting every boy in the neighbourhood to be milling around the farm chatting me up.

 

After breakfast Harry and his sons all left the house to start their days work. Once they'd gone, I said to Gerry.

“Are you ready to go out?”

“Ready and willing,” came his swift reply. Then he turned to Aunty.

“Ok Aunty Bette, we’re off out, see you about dinner-time.”

“You carry on Gerry lad, I just want a quick word with Leslie on her own, she’ll catch-up with you in a minute.”

Once he'd left, she called me to the welsh dresser, and handed me a glass. The liquid in it looked milky, but very thick, almost like cream. It tasted foul, but she kept putting it back to my mouth until I’d drunk every drop.

“Ok lass, I want an honest answer, are you really a virgin?”

I blushed as I answered.

“Yes Honest.”

“Remember how I told you it wasn’t wise to wear delicate undies out there today; because the lads will be in a rush to get at your fanny, well for the same reason, you’ll be needing some of this.”

She had dipped her fingers into a jar of Vaseline (Petroleum Jelly), and she was holding her fingers out to show me.

I again blushed as I realised she meant I needed it rubbing into my cunt.

“Come-on, open your legs, this’ll make the first fuck go easier. They’ll not have time to get you aroused before they take their pleasure.”

I opened up my legs, and she proceeded to work the fingers all around, not only my cunt, but even up into the crevice of my bottom. I’m ashamed to admit, as she was working around the front of my slit, I started to get aroused. But as soon as she saw the expression on my face changing, she pulled her hand away and said.

“Bloody hell, Adrian was right; you are ripe. Much more of that and the dogs will be mounting you before you get across the yard.”

 

She went to the sink, and as she started to wash her hands, I asked.

“Can I go now?”

“Your eager, just give me a minute to dry-up here, I’ve a question for you before you go out.”

She picked up the towel and walk back to where I stood.

“Now before you go outdoors, I’ll ask you once more; are you sure about loosing your virginity?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“And once your Gerry has had his fill, you know both Adrian and Steve will take turns with you.”

I knew Adrian was going to come back from the fields to fuck me, and she thought I fancied him anyway, so I replied.

“I’ll let Adrian make love to me, but I’m not going to let Steve.”

 

“Ha ha.”

She began to laugh.

“This I’ve got to see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you don’t think you can out run him, or fight him off once he’s caught you?”

“No, but I don’t fancy him.”

“Fancy him? I thought you said you understood? Once you go out there you don’t get to pick and choose who can and who can’t fuck you.”

I was totally confused and I guess it showed in the look on my face.

“What do you mean?”

“I explained last night. If you go outside on your sixteenth, all the lads, and that includes men as well if they’re agile enough to catch you, can have their way with you, and you can't refuse any of them.”

“I thought...”

“Never mind what you thought, my girl. It looks like it’s a good job I did double check. Let me explain again so there’s no mistake. By going out today you’re joining the hunt, but not as a hunter, you're the Quarry. The local lads call it hunt the cunt, any man who catches you has the right to a fuck. So until mid-night comes, you are in season. Obviously it’s now frowned upon by some people, and its maybe not truly legal. But in this area it’s as good as law, and the local bobby would laugh at you if you went to him and said someone had fucked you today. That’s why I dressed you like that, and dosed you up with potion. If you go out now, I won’t expect to see you again before mid-night. And when you arrive home, I'll be expecting your belly to be full of spunk.”

 

“Don’t look so shocked, you told me you knew the lads would be chasing you, and you found that flattering.”

“But I never realised.”

“Well now you do know, are you stopping in?”

“I I think I will.”

“It’s your choice, but don’t think I’ll let Gerry get his oats if you’re going to starve my Steve.”

“Starve Steve, what do you mean?”

“Well I guess Adrian will make sure he catches you some time during next week when I’m not around, and as you’ve taken a shine to him, I guess he’ll do the honours regarding your virginity. And like as not, he’ll make sure you get satisfied regular. But judging by your behaviour yesterday, I guess you’ll cry rape if poor old Steve tries the same. So as far as I’m concerned, I’ll watch Gerry like a hawk, and he’ll not get so much as a feel of your tits while you’re here on my farm.”

“But I daren’t go out, knowing every man in the local district can rape me, and I have no protection.”

 

“Well stop in then; but think about it, there is only Gerry, old Harry, and my boys who know you’re in season. Gerry and Adrian are already on your list. Harry will try, but unless you’re in a generous mood, there’s no way he’ll catch you. And poor Andrew, bless his heart, wouldn’t hurt a fly; so unless you actually took him by the hand and asked him, he’ll not touch you. So by my reckoning, Steve is the only one not on your list. And for the life of me I can't see what he’s done to rile you.”

“What, you don’t think trying to rape me yesterday was wrong?”

 

“Wrong, yes. But understandable if you know about men.”

“Know about men, I’ve never known any other man to behave like that.”

“So you’ve spread your legs and flashed your naked wet fanny at other men, and they’ve just shook hands like perfect gentlemen, not attempting to touch you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well look at it from his point of view, he’s a normal healthy, good-looking man, and his first impression of you was a ripe cherry, unbuttoning her dress, to reveal her wet fanny while you washed his dads back. Then you brazenly watched as he undressed until he’d sat down in the bath. Then when he asked you to wash his hair, you walked across to him, spread your legs directly in front of his face, this time not only letting him see your goodies, but at that distance I guess he could smell and almost taste you. All this, even though you could see you’d aroused him and he was ready for action. It was obvious to him Adrian had already been playing with your fanny, and as soon as he tried the same you rubbed shampoo in his eyes, knowing I’d told you it was his phobia. I’m not one bit surprised he decided to give you a fucking, no court in the land would call that rape; you led him on all the way.”

 

I’d slumped down into a kitchen chair, and as she re-told last nights events from Steve’s point of view; I began to think maybe I was partly to blame, or if not me, then her, for telling me to do those things. But Steve would just have thought that I was a slut, and I was teasing him.

“What’s up, cat got your tongue?”

“No, I was just thinking. I don’t know what to do.”

“I went out on my sixteenth, only in my case, all the local lads knew my age. After seventy-five, I lost count of the number of times I was had. But I fucked old and young alike. One old man was sixty-five, and I had to ride myself on top of him. His cock was nothing to write home about, but the smile on his face made it all worthwhile. His wife had died ten years before, and that was his first fuck for fifteen years. Don’t tell a soul, but when he died two years later, I got five thousand pounds from his will. Not even his own children knew about that, they thought he’d died penniless. But back to you, make your mind up, if you go out now, I’d expect Gerry, Adrian and Steve to be taking turns all day. And if he gets the chance, old Harry will try. Like I said, Andrew will only touch you if you ask him. So unless you start broadcasting your age, by my reckoning, you’ll have a very gentle breaking-in.”

 

I knew Gerry would be distraught if he didn’t get chance to fuck me while we were here. And then there was Adrian; regardless of going out today, I believed he would carry out his threat to hurt Gerry, if I didn’t let him fuck me. So I could be in a situation where Adrian had not only taken my virginity, but was, as she put it, satisfying me regularly. And if Steve found out, he’d probably use the same threat to get his share. That would leave my Gerry as the one who was being left-out. It looked more and more like going out was my only option.

“Ok, I’ll go out.”

“Right remember, don’t let anyone know it’s your birthday. Unless that is, you find you like being fucked, and Gerry plus my four men folk aren’t man enough to satisfy your craving. But be warned, once you let the genie out of the bottle, you can’t put him back. If the news gets out, they’ll come from miles around, it isn’t like my day, these days, they’ve got phones to pass around the information, and cars and motorbikes to get here. So where as I had maybe nearly a hundred, you’ll have them queuing up and as one finishes, and other will be mounting you.”

 

“Don’t worry Aunty, I wont tell a soul.”

So off I went, and as soon as I got outside, I could feel the breeze blowing around my crotch. Not that it was cold, just it felt strange, I can never remember being outside without something covering my crotch before. I trotted briskly across the yard, and into the brick house, where Gerry was waiting.

“Where the fuck have you been, what took you so long?”

“Sorry your Aunty just wanted some help with something.”

“What?”

“Nothing you’d want to know about, just women’s problems.”

“Ok, if you’re not gonna tell me.”

As He took my hand and led me through the building, he continued.

“Anyway, you wait till I show you this, it’ll really impress you. Have you noticed how low the roof is in this brick house?”

“Not really.”

“Well if you look from outside, the roof is as tall as the stable next door. So this is not the full height of the building, there’s a loft in here like in the stable. But this loft runs the whole length of the building.”

”So?”

 

By now we’d reached the wall of the bull enclosure, and the bull sensing we were there charged against the gate.

“CRASH.”

The gate rattled on it hinges, and both Gerry and I leapt backwards. Gerry stepped across to the wall and picked up an old pole that had been leaning against it. He brought it across to where I stood at the edge of the enclosure, and with a big smile on his face said.

“Just move to one side and watch this.”

He used his hand to usher me to one side, then he reached up with the pole he’d picked up, and poked through a hole in the roof timbers about halfway across the bull pen. We heard a whining noise, and a concealed trap door lowered from the roof. This stopped when it was leaning down at an angle towards the floor. Then another noise started, and a ladder started lowering itself down towards us. It hit the ground about two feet outside the bull enclosure.

“Clever or what? Go on, I’ll follow you, but be careful, and hold on tight to the side rails. You don’t want to fall in there with that fucking bull.”

 

I nervously climbed the ladder, and within a few steps I got a gasp of breath from Gerry.

“God Leslie! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Are you complaining?”

He never answered; I assumed the noise the bull was making must have drowned out my reply. Before I’d climbed off the top of the ladder, Gerry was making his way rapidly up the steps to join me. As soon as he’d stepped from the ladder onto the attic floor, Gerry hit the up button on the wall and the ladder began to rise again. As the ladder stopped, the trap door closed, and we were alone in our little haven. This was a massive area, and it had been used for this kind of thing before. We could tell this because of the old mattress on the floor over to one side. It was in a filthy condition, but at least it was somewhere soft to lie down. Up here there was no chance of anyone finding us, unless they knew of this secret hiding place.

 

I took off my dress, and hung it on an old nail, then removed my cammy. Gerry was stripping off as well. We didn’t need to rush, we had plenty of time, and I wanted this to be good. We walked together, and wrapped our arms around each other. We kissed, and then he walked me backwards to the mattress. He lowered me down, and then stood back up at the end of the mattress. He stood looking down at me, and I slowly opened my legs wide. He knelt down, placed his mouth to mine, we kissed, and our tongues mingled. There was a sweet scent of apple blossom in the air, and a soft hint of music drifted on the breeze.

HANG ON A MINUTE.

It wasn’t like that at all! No that was how I’d wanted my first time to be.

 

Oh I remember, he hit the button to raise the ladder, grabbed hold of my wrist, and about dragged me to this old mattress, where he pushed me down. Within seconds his jeans and pants were off, and he was forcing his cock at my hole. It was a good job that Aunty had rubbed all that Vaseline on my cunt, so even though he hadn't attempted to aroused to me, it still went up without too much force. There wasn’t any ripping sensation, like virgins are supposed to feel, but I guess I’d been fingered that many times, that what ever was going to rip, had already gone.

 

Now I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy his thrusting away at me, but I did feel disappointed he hadn’t at least given me a kiss. I was just getting over my initial reluctance, and starting to get into the swing of things. My cunt must have started making fresh juices, and my hips started lifting to meet his thrusting. Then I realized he was pulling out.

“No fuck me more.”

But out he pulled, and he knelt there wanking the cum from his cock. It spurted out, and landed all over my tummy. I wanted to tell him to shoot it up inside me, but then I'd have to explain that Aunty knew about us, so instead, I kept quiet.

 

I sat myself up and using my fore finger, I collected it up and licked my finger clean.

“Err! What do you think your doing?”

“Drinking your cum.”

I replied still scooping it up and licking my fingers.

“That looks horrible.”

“Well it tastes lovely, so come here and let me suck your cock.”

I went forward toward him, but he recoiled away.

“Hey! That’s not fair. I let you fuck me; the least you can do is let me lick all that lovely spunk off your cock.”

“Leslie. I’ve never seen you behaving like this before.”

“Well you started it. You said I was old enough to fuck.”

I grabbed around his waist, and pulled him to me. I started licking all the cum from around his cock, then I put it in my mouth, and started sucking it.

 

“Oh god Leslie. That feels good.”

He was now getting stiff again, and in no time at all had a usable erection. I just lay back on the mattress, and he got back on top of me. This time I was more aroused, and I rode back at his every thrust. I don’t think his cock had grown larger, but it did feel as though it was doing more for me now. Maybe because I was relaxed and wanting him. This fuck took at least three times as long as his first attempt, but although I was enjoying the sensation, there was no big explosion of fireworks, or sensation of rockets taking off. He pulled out as he’d done last time, but this time I was ready. I dashed to his cock, and got my lips around it, letting him wank his warm spunk into my mouth.

 

Once I’d finished licking his cock clean, he lay back on the mattress. I got on my hands and knees, and was about to put his cock back in my mouth to revive him again.

“Hang on a minute Leslie. Don’t start yet. Come and have a cuddle.”

I know I like having a cuddle, but right now I wanted fucking again (perhaps Adrian's prediction about me was right). I did as he’d asked, and lay alongside him. His arm was wrapped around me, and he kissed me.

"Err fucking hell. Your mouth tastes like raw fish!"

I couldn't tell him it was the potion Aunty had given me, so I replied.

"It’s your spunk, I think it tastes lovely."

 

“Well rather you than me, and if your gonna lick my cum again, you can forget kissing."

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

Then I tried to change the subject.

"Did you enjoy your first fuck?"

"Fucking yes, it was fucking great. Did you like it?”

“Yes, course I did. You were great, and so is this cock of yours.”

At that point I reached down and took hold of his cock.

 

“No Leslie, just give me a few minutes. Haven't you had enough yet? I've fucked you twice.”

“Course it was enough. I just thought being as you’ve been on about it for so long, that maybe you’d want to keep fucking until its time for you to go for Adrian. We've only got until Ten O'clock.”

“Steady on there Leslie. I can’t keep fucking you for two hours! In any-case, you don’t want to have it too many times.”

“Why are you getting bored with it already?”

“No, but when I go down to see Adrian, you know he plans to come back here to find you?”

“I know, all the more reason you should do me as many times as you want before you go for him.”

“But he said he’s gonna fuck you when he comes back.”

 

I know it’s wicked, but even though I already knew this, I taunted Gerry pretending it had come as a surprise.

“Fuck me? I never agreed to that.”

“But I thought you realised, he says if I don’t go and take his place, and you don’t let him, he’ll blow the whistle on us, then we’ll really be in trouble.”

“So you agreed?”

“I had no choice.”

“You could have told him to get lost, and then waited until we got back home.”

He dropped his head in shame.

“Sorry, I never thought. But anyway, he’d have told about finding us up in the stable yesterday.”

“Yes, you’re right. Well in that case I guess I’ll just have to lay back and let him fuck me.”

“I’m sorry; I’d stop him if I could.”

“Don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be alright.”

 

“So is it better if I don’t fuck you again, so you’re not too worn out when Adrian gets here?”

Little did he know, but I was now just about at the point that Adrian had got me to yesterday with his tit fuck. I’d had my starter, and was ready for the main course. But I couldn’t tell him that, so I just said.

“That’s kind of you to think about me, but if you want another go at me, I don’t mind sucking your cock, and I promise I won’t ask you to kiss me afterwards?”

 

“Well ok, I liked the cock sucking. You can do that again, but I’m not sure if it will get hard enough for me to fuck you.”

I thought, ‘it’ll get fucking hard, if it the last thing I do.’ I knelt on all fours, and got astride him, putting my cunt to his face. I took his cock in my hands as I rested on my elbows. As I gently stretched his limp cock, I sucked his balls.

“God Leslie!”

Ok I knew this was going to work, his cock firmed up, and I started sucking on it. It took only seconds before he was hard enough for me to mount. I turned around, still on all fours, still astride him, but now facing the other way. Lowered myself onto his cock, and took over the action. This was good; I now controlled the speed and length of stroke. I could sit hard down onto him, pushing it up me deep, then rapidly up and down getting a real shiver going on in my cunt. He lasted for ages which was nice, but never really got me to fever pitch, and then eventually he said.

“Quick get off, I’m cuming.”

I lifted off, and got my mouth around his shaft while I jerked the few drops from his cock. It went limp almost instantly and he looked like he had run a marathon. I on the other hand still hadn’t had anything that resembled an orgasm, or at least I didn’t think I had.

 

We lay together cuddling for about ten minutes, but he kept his mouth away from mine, and then he asked.

“Are you ok, shall we get up and go for a walk?”

What I really wanted was another fuck, but it was obvious he wasn’t able to give me one. By now I knew Adrian had been right about me all the time.  So reluctantly I said,

"Ok."

I got up, cleaned myself down, and straightened my dressed.

“Hey, I do like that dress, it so sexy the way your underskirt is showing. I’m surprised Aunty let you wear one that short, I bet your mum wouldn’t.”

“Are you kidding, she’d have kittens is she could see me now.”

 

“Are you about ready, we can go and see how Steve is getting on repairing the muck spreader.”

I wasn’t too sure about this, knowing Steve had plans to fuck me.

“Didn’t Adrian say I should wait up here for him?”

“Its only 9:00 you’ll have an hour to wait. You might as well come with me to talk to Steve. Then when I go for Adrian, you can come back here and be waiting for him; you should be able to work the trapdoor by yourself.”

“Ok.”

I wasn’t to sure, but Steve could hardly rape me in-front of Gerry, so I guessed it would be ok.

 

As we walked into the workshop doors, Steve looked across, and put down the spanner he was holding. He picked up a rag, and was wiping his hands as he climbed down from this big machine.

“Are, so there you are. I was just thinking about coming to look for you.”

“We’ve just been looking around the farm. What did you want me for?”

“Well it wasn’t you I was wanting; it was Leslie I was coming to look for. I guess you've about fucked yourself out by now?”

Gerry was almost stuck for words.

“What. What do you mean?”

“Well I assume she’s let you have your go first, and that you’ve had enough, otherwise you’d still be banging away at her. So if you finished, I might as well have my go.”

 

With that he took hold of my wrist, and dragged me across the workshop to where there was a pile of old sacks on the floor. Gerry was following on behind, hitting him on his back and shouting at him. But it might as well have been a fly irritating him for all the notice he took.

“Leave her alone. Let go of her. If you don’t let go I’ll call Aunty Bette.”

He’d now flung me onto my back, and was undoing his belt.

“Go and get her if you want, she can watch me spreading your little girl’s twat wide open.”

As His pants dropped to the ground, and he lowered himself onto me, I could see his cock was hard and standing proud. No push was necessary, my wet cunt opened as his cock touched it, and I felt my inside stretch as he entered. It was not only thick, which spread my lips wider than they’d ever been, but it kept going on in. I wondered if it was ever going to stop. I’d seen its length yesterday; it was like Adrian’s, about 10 inches. But it felt like it must be at least a foot.

 

Then his body weight fell onto me like a ton of bricks, and he lay still like he was dead.

“Come-on quick. Before he comes around.”

Gerry was tugging at my arm. I wriggled myself free from under his body, and Gerry pulled me to my feet.

“What happened?”

“I hit the bastard.”

Said Gerry, shaking nervously, he had a big long metal bar in his hand.

“Oh god you might have killed him.”

”Fucking serves him right. Come-on lets get out of here before he comes around.”

 

We both took to our heels and run, across the yard, to the brick house. We were soon huddled up together on the mattress, both shaking and scared to death. He I think was scared because he’d hit Steve, and didn’t know what to do. I think he thought I was scared because I’d almost been raped. But in truth, I was wishing Gerry had just gone for a walk and left him to give me what my body was longing for. Now I was scared for what he might do to Gerry, I didn’t want to see him hurt.

“Did he get it in you?”

“No. but he would have. You were ever-so brave. But it isn’t safe for you around here until Adrian comes back. Why don’t you go and find Adrian now?”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Well if he catches us, you just run. I know he’ll fuck me, but Adrian is gonna do that anyway, so it’s stupid you getting beat-up for nothing.”

“What you’ll let him fuck you?”

“We have no way of stopping him. He’ll do that no matter what you do to him, and the last thing I want is to see you hurt.”

 

We were silenced by the noise of the outside door opening, and then banging shut. We listened, but the noise of the bull below stopped us hearing if there was any footsteps.

“Clunk! Whine.”

The trap door was opening, and Adrian had said it can’t be stopped until it’s reached the floor below, and completed its cycle. But surely it’s only Adrian that knows about it. We waited with baited breath, not daring to go to the top of the ladder. We saw the ladder clunk to a standstill, and Gerry dashed to the switch on the wall to retract it back up. Nothing happened, it must be able to detect someone is climbing it. Gerry stood bravely by the open trapdoor.

 

“Get back Steve or I’ll kick you.”

There was no reply, and the first sight I got of him was his hand catching Gerry’s foot as Gerry had tried to kick him down the ladder. But Steve was so much bigger than Gerry. He caught hold of his foot, and yanked it upwards as he climbed the ladder. Tipping Gerry over backwards on the floor. Then as he got off the ladder onto the floor, he swung Gerry around by his foot, and launched him across the loft floor. Gerry had landed some 20 feet away, as he’d crashed into a wall.

 

Steve looked at me.

“Right you. Now we’re up here we won’t be disturbed, so this time you can get those clothes off.”

Then he turned towards Gerry who was valiantly making another dash to attack him. He just grabbed hold of his outstretched hand as he came charging in, picked him up in the air and swung him over the loft hatch, where he dangled him to the side of the ladder. The bull below was going silly, snorting and stamping about. Gerry must have been scared out of his wits, I know I was. Then he lifted Gerry up and placed his feet on the ladder.

“Right you little squirt. Fuck-off and have a wank. If I see you anywhere near here again, I’ll drop you in with the bull, and that’ll be the last anyone sees of you.”

“You bastard. You’re not getting away with this. I’m gonna tell Adrian.”

And with that Gerry disappeared down the ladder and was gone. Steve now pressed the up button, and the ladder whined its way back up.

 

He turned to me.

“Clothes.”

I stood up and started pulling at the little bows that held my dress down either side, and then I lifted it off. He was undressing at the same time, but now his cock wasn’t standing hard as it had been before. It was more like I’d seen yesterday before he’d got into his bath, poking out in front of him in a long droopy bend. Even in this condition, it was a great deal bigger than Gerry’s had been when it was hard.

 

“Ok there’s two ways this can go. We haven’t got off to a very good start so far, but it’s up to you if you want to play awkward.”

I’d removed my cammy, so I was stood there naked. One hand covering my little hairy mound, and one trying to cover as much of my tits as possible.

“Well? I’m waiting for an answer.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Are you going to be a good girl, and have a good time, or be awkward, in which case I'll abuse you without mercy?”

“I’ve done as you told me to.”

And at that I dropped my hands from my body, and opened my arms with palms facing him, in a gesture of submission.

“I’m naked, and you know I can’t stop you.”

 

“Ok if you’re gonna be awkward, I’ll be Mr Nasty.”

“I’m not being awkward. I told you, I’ve got undressed like you told me to.”

“That’s not what I mean. This is your last chance. Either you start showing me you want fucking, or I’ll fuck you senseless and chuck you out in the yard for the dogs to finish off.”

“Please Steve just tell me what you want me to do for you?”

“I’m not going to tell you to do anything; you just get on with it, and make sure you do it good.”

 

This was difficult, I was a complete novice at this game, and there was still a high level of tension between us. But if I didn’t come on to him, I knew it would be worse. I walked to him, and knelt at his feet, taking hold of his cock. This gave an instant jerk, and as I wrapped both of my hands on his shaft, I felt the blood pumping in and inflating this dozing monster. In seconds I had an enormous hard shaft pulsing in my hands, and it stood so erect. I licked at his balls, and worked my way up to the bottom of his mighty shaft. Then as I started to lap my tongue up its length.

 

“Ok girl. You’ve got me convinced. Come-on, let’s fuck.”

He’d put his hands under my arm pits, and eased me to my feet, and then with an arm around my shoulder, he walked me to the mattress. He turned me around to face him and lowered me down on my back. I opened my legs wide, and he knelt in between my knees. I expected him to ram straight up me, but instead, he looked me in the face. I waited for him to speak, but after a few second of deafening silence, I realized he was waiting for me.

“Fuck me. Please Steve will you fuck me?”

“Now you’re getting the hang of how this should go.”

 

He put his cock up to my cunt, and as my cunt had done before when they last met, it opened, and the big monster slid in as though this was its rightful home.

“Oh yes! Oh Steve. More please. More.”

It was like last time sliding slowly up inside me, stretching my tummy as it went.

“You like it?”

“Oh Steve fuck me. I love it.”

I felt his hairy mound making contact with mine, and I knew that was his full length. Boy was this good. Just this one thrust had given me more of a thrill than all Gerry’s pumping. Now Steve was drawing it in and out, not always going full depth, and not always coming fully out. But the length of his stroke was magnificent. My cunt was stretching around his shaft so tight; I could feel the pulsing of blood inside it. When Gerry had fucked me I knew I'd wanted something more, but I had no idea what. Well now I knew what it was I’d been longing for and this man was giving it to me. Every thrust not only gave me a ripple of excitement, but every ripple was more intense than the last.

 

Then before I knew what was happening, his cock rammed me with a violent jerk. At first I thought he was being rough, and wondered what I’d done to make him angry. But then I felt a warm glow deep in my cunt, and as he jerked hard up me again, I knew he was shooting his spunk inside me. My first instinct was to try to get him off. But even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been strong enough. And in trying, I’d have made him angry, and then I remembered, Aunties potion, he could pump all he wanted. I relaxed, basking in the warm glow as he pumped his last jerky thrusts of spunk deep up inside me, and I felt a wonderful feeling of love. That sounds silly, but it’s the only way I can describe it.

 

We lay still, his big cock still throbbing inside me, gradually I felt it shrinking, but it was still long enough to stay in the end of my hole all warm and comforting.

“That was good. You are certainly a fucking ripe cherry.”

“You were wonderful. Can I ask you for something?”

“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you?”

“Please can I suck your cock?”

“Fucking yes. Jesus girl, if you keep this up, I’ll forget all about your Gerry clobbering me with that iron bar, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

 

With that he pulled out, and was kneeling astride my chest, his cock dangling into my mouth. I sucked and licked along its soft wrinkled flesh, the taste was not only his cum, but for the first time it was mingled with my cunt juice. I now knew enough to expect his cock would start getting hard again, and I wasn’t disappointed. With him leaning over my face, it made it difficult to bend it down towards my mouth as it hardened, and lifted to his body.

 

“Are you ready to fuck me again yet? Please.”

“You're keen! On your hands and knees, we’ll see how you like it doggy style.”

I did as he asked, and he was up behind and mounting me. This second time was every bit as good as the last. I had wondered if it was so good last time because it was the first time my cunt had been stretched open that much. But no, it was just my cunt likes being stretched. And that was what he was about, he was ramming me hard from behind, and as I looked back under me, his balls and my tits were both hanging down, and slapping back and forwards with the thrusting.

“Do you like it this way?”

“I love it. I love it any way you do it to me. Fuck me harder. Oh yes more. Please more.”

 

You might think I was saying these things just to please him and keep him sweet. And maybe at first that was what gave me the courage to be so brazen. But now I’d got used to acting this way, I was actually serious, and wanting him more and more. The comments were having a marked effect on him, his already big ego was now gigantic, and his performance was boosted as a result. I’m sure his cock was getting bigger, or was something happening to me. There was some kind of intense fire building deep in my cunt. As every stroke pushed his bell-end deep inside me, my cunt was being stretched around it. It was gripping hold of his cock that tightly, every withdrawal stroke; felt like he was drawing my inside with it.

 

The feelings were building to a crescendo, and as he let go his second load of cum, something strange happened inside my cunt. I felt it opening and closing in spasms. Every time it opened there was a flood of warm juice flowing down my legs from my cunt. I thought he was pumping so much cum into me it was spilling out. Then as he pulled out, and gently rolled me over onto the mattress, I realized I was still pumping my hips, and could not stop. I was beginning to feel embarrassed, as Steve was sat at my side just looking on. When I did regain control, I sat up, only to find a large wet area under my cunt. The mattress was soaked.

 

I felt so embarrassed, not knowing if I’d wet myself, or what had happened.

“I’m sorry Steve. I’ll clean it up. I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Sorry! You have to be kidding me. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. And as for that little fanny spray, well I can tell you. A girl who gets a real orgasm is rare. But genuine gushers like you are as rare as rocking horse shit. Come-on then if you’ve come down to earth again, you might as well get my cock sucked clean. Then as soon as I’m hard, I’ll have another go at you.”

I didn’t reply, but thought, ‘yes this is more like it,’ him wanting to fuck me again, not me having to ask for it like I did with Gerry.

 

But why didn’t I care who was fucking me? Gerry was after all supposed to be my boyfriend. I couldn’t explain it, other than I had no choice, so I was just making the best of a bad job. But I felt so guilty for enjoying it.

 

All that said, I was back to sucking at his cock, and it was firming up again. And as it firmed, my tummy gave a knowing tingle. I was starting to wet-up for him before he’d even touched me! Even with all this guilt, I was fondling his ball sack and taking his cock right to the back of my mouth. Now as it firmed, I wanted nothing else but him to fuck me. I momentarily pulled my mouth from around his cock.

 

“Will you fuck me again?”

He put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed me back onto his cock.

“If you want me to fuck you again, then I want you to try to get my cock into your throat.”

I’d never heard of this before, but in truth I’d never heard of anything much apart from fucking. His cock was that fat, I didn’t know if it was possible to do what he was asking. He let me off his cock.

“Well are you going to try?”

“Is it possible? Won’t it choke me?”

“Other girls do it. Hang-on, I’ve got some cunt books over here.”

 

He got up and returned with some magazines which he threw down onto the mattress, and he started thumbing through one. He quickly threw that to one side, and picked-up another.

“There, look at that.”

He was holding it open and showing me a page of pictures of a woman taking a man’s cock, and it disappearing out of sight into her mouth. It was longer than she’d get in just her mouth, it must have been going down into her throat. I looked in almost disbelief.

“Well?”

“Ok, but just go careful, and don’t hold me on if I can’t breathe.”

“What do you think I am? I’m not about to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Now I’ve got a girl that fucks like you, I’d be silly to choke you.”

 

He lay on his back, and got me to get on all fours facing down his body, so that my cunt was over his face. I took hold of his cock, which had gone limp again. I felt him pulling my hips down towards his mouth, and as I touched his cock, it firmed instantly. I opened my mouth, and it slid inside, and reached the back of my mouth. My first instinct was to gag on it, but I’d taken a big deep breath, and I made a conscious effort, pushing my head down. As I felt it going into my throat, I just kept the pressure on. It kept going, and I felt his balls against my nose! I’d taken it all! I pulled my head back, and it slid back out. As it cleared my windpipe, I couldn’t stop myself spitting it out. I started coughing, and it took some seconds before I got my breath properly.

 

“Are you ok?”

“I’ll be ok. Give me a second.”

A few deep breaths later.

“Ok. I’m ok now. But I did it.”

“Too bloody right you did. You were great. Which way do you want fucking?”

“I’ll try taking your cock in my throat again if you want?”

“Fucking yes. Go-on girl.”

 

I went down again, took my deep breath, and slid it in. This time I knew what to expect, and I not only took it, but pushed up and down twice before coming back off it. I lifted off, took a breath, and went back down. This I kept doing, each time it got easier, and I’d go down more times. I was really getting turned on by this, well this and his licking my cunt. How long we were going at it I had no idea, but I felt him taking hold of my head. I lifted off thinking he was ready to fuck. He pushed me gently back down.

“No don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”

I took a deep breath, and as I went down again, I felt him pushing hard on the back of my head. It was too deep to taste it, but I felt it splashing in the back of my throat, all warm. He pushed me up and down several times until he’d stopped cuming. By the time I’d got free of his hands, I was gasping. The cum was not only too deep to taste, but there was no choking sensation.

 

He pulled me around and turned me over, and held me so tight.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“Was that right?”

“Right? Are you kidding me? You’ve just about fucked me dry.”

“What you’re not going to be able to fuck me again?”

“Yes of-course I will, but you’ll have to just give me a minute.”

I thought, ‘these men all talk big, but they don’t have the staying power.’

I'd lay there with him for about five minutes, and was just thinking about asking if he was ready for me to start working him up again, when the silence was broken.

 

“Clunk! Whine.”

Someone was coming up. Steve didn’t seem bothered. I thought it must be Gerry with Adrian. I’d expected there to be some kind of fight, and I didn’t want Gerry getting hurt. It was Adrian, but no Gerry; he pressed the up button, and walked calmly across.

 

“Well Steve, I can see you couldn’t wait. How was she?”

“She’s fucking amazing. But I’m glad you’ve arrived, you’re like the reinforcements arriving. The troops here at the front line were about worn out.”

“What do you mean?”

“She fucks like it’s going out of fashion. I’m just getting a breather, and she wants me to fuck her again.”

“Is that right Leslie? You’re waiting to get fucked?”

 

Put like that, it embarrassed me, and I blushed bright red.

“No it wasn’t like that; I just said he could do it if he wanted to.”

“That’s not how I remember it. But if you say that's how it was. You fuck that good, I’ll agree with anything you say right now. You’ll find out soon enough little brother.”

 

Adrian was now stripped off, and his cock was hard and ready for action, he walked across to the mattress.

“Please before you start. Tell me how Gerry is?”

He’s a bit upset, but I told him it’s only for today, and nobody back at your home will know what you’ve been doing. I think he’s ok with it. Now get yourself down and let’s see this fanny of yours in action.”

 

I lay back, opened my legs as wide as I could, and even put my fingers to the lips of my cunt, spreading it.

“Fucking hell you’re right about her.”

His cock slid in, and I fucked my hips towards him as hard as I could. His cock was as I’d said like Steve’s, and it felt great. He was more than ready for a fuck, and he bashed at me with a real urgency, cuming in no time at all.

“Agg! Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking hell! Yes!”

 

“Didn't I tell you she was good? Now stick it in her mouth, she’ll lick it clean for you.”

He didn’t ask, but he did look to my face for confirmation, I nodded, and beckoned him to me. I soon had him cleaned up and hard again. As soon as I could tell he was hard enough, I got to my hands and knees, and backed myself towards him.

“Jesus. She wants doggy fucking.”

“Told you! She could fuck for the county!”

 

This as I’d expected took longer, and he also made me orgasm, like Steve had done. This time I didn’t apologise for spilling my cum all over the mattress, and I also lay there open legged, and unashamed at them staring at me. Next to fuck was Steve again. This alternating went on for some time, and I think they’d both cum more than five times each, before they eventually admitted defeat. They told me to go and have a walk, and they’d have another go later in the afternoon. I dressed, and left them both laid flat out on the mattress.

 

The sun was shining, but the breeze was cool, I had no idea what the time was and I didn’t care. In-fact I was skipping along as though I hadn’t got a care in the world. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt so happy or contented. My tummy (deep inside my cunt) was all aglow. As I worked my way past all the farm buildings, I’d look to see what animals they contained, some were just old machinery. These buildings were of every shape and size, and leaned on each other in a ramshackle way. Then in between two tall stone buildings, there was a covered alleyway. As I walked down it, it felt very dark and cold. When I came out of the other side of the building I was in a large rectangular yard. It was totally enclosed by buildings all around its perimeter, even though the ones at the other end of this yard were only very low sheds. As I walked clear of the shadow from the building behind me, the hot sun on my back gave me a sudden shiver. Now as I walked down the middle of this yard, the heat in here was wonderful. The buildings were stopping the breeze, and this made it a real sun trap.

 

I was walking towards where I could see three men near the small sheds at the opposite end of the yard. From this distance I couldn’t tell how old they were, but two were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sheds, and one was spread-out on his back on the ground. They all had their shirts off, and as I got nearer, I realized they were all asleep. I could now make out they were all old men, maybe about forty-five to fifty-ish. As I neared them I had a wicked thought, I purposely made my footsteps as quiet as possible, not that it mattered much, the sheds behind them were obviously pig sties. This I could tell by the smell and the noise coming from them. So if they could sleep through that noise, my footsteps weren’t going to wake them. I had this wild idea in my head, I don’t know why, but I’d dared myself to get close enough to the man lying on the floor, and then I was going to stand astride his head, and lower myself down. I knew from the feeling at the top of my legs, that I'd either still got my own cum oozing out, or it was Steve and Adrian's cum. Either way, I wanted to see if I dare get close enough to feel his hot breath on my cunt, and maybe even rub some of these juices onto his nose. As I nervously neared where he lay.

 

“Yap! Bark! Yap! Bark!”

A little terrier dog I hadn’t noticed suddenly burst into life, and stood they yapping for all he was worth. As the men all began to awake, I jumped back. So as they got to their feet I must have been silhouetted by the strong sun behind me; meaning they wouldn’t have known who I was. But by their initial shocked reaction, I suspect that they thought that either Uncle Harry or Aunty Bette had caught them sleeping on the job. These men were obviously farm workers, or should I say farm hands, cos they weren’t doing any work.

 

Well I think I’ll leave my tale here for the moment, the days events are not over by a long chalk.

 

Thanks for reading, and if anyone is interested in parts two and maybe three, please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com. But if you want a reply, make sure your spam setting will allow my mail. If you have emailed me in the past and not received a reply, I think you’ll find it is your own spam filters that have caused the problem.

we just had our first child three months ago, a gorgeous little girl

called Rebecca, and I gave up working to look after her. But this has

drastically reduced our combined income. This didn’t hit us at first,

but now its getting on for six months since my last pay cheque, and

things are getting tight.

Last night was our wedding anniversary. And although Roger did

remember, and took me out for a meal, not to an expensive restaurant,

but a simple meal in a pub which would have been sufficient, but what

got to me; was that Roger spent all night ogling two girls that were

sitting at the bar. Talking to him was like talking to the wall,

in-fact, I think the wall was paying me more attention. Then when we

got home, he was flirting with the young girl who’d been babysitting.

Luckily she only lives a few doors away, as I don’t think I’d have

trusted him to have given her a lift home. Then to really ruin the

night; when we got into bed, he immediately fell asleep, leaving me

getting more and more frustrated.

So this morning when he’d gone to work, I was in a really foul mood.

And I decided to do something to get my own back. I’d bought no new

clothes for ages, because we were cutting down on our spending. But I

thought to myself, if he’s going to be looking at other girls, then

I’m going to get other men, to look at me! First thing to make a girl

feel sexy; is sexy underwear. And good sexy underwear doesn’t come

cheap. There are no really good underwear shops in our local town, so

I’d have to go some twenty miles or so to the nearest city.

But here again our money problems hit me. Only last week my beloved

Laurence failed his MOT. Laurence is the name of my big old Land

Rover truck. I’ve had it since I was twenty-one. It’s slow, noisy,

thirsty, drafty, but has never let me down in all the twelve years

I’ve owned it. When I’m driving it; I sit up there so high, and feel

so safe. And the MOT he just failed? Well in England to get your

annual road tax, if your vehicle is over three years old, it needs a

road worthiness test in a garage, we call it an MOT. Well my Laurence

failed; so no MOT, no tax. No tax means you’re not insured. And any

one of the three things means you can’t take it on the road. We

couldn’t afford to have the garage fix the car, so Roger was going to

get one of his friends to look at it for me. But this was something

else he hadn’t done.

Well fuck the road tax! Fuck the insurance! And fuck their silly old

MOT! My Laurence has always got me where ever I wanted to go in the

past, and he wouldn’t let me down now. So I got the baby ready, with

all her stuff, and bundled her into the back of my trusty Laurence. I

dropped her off at my moms, and off I went to get some drop-dead sexy

kit.

I knew which shop I was heading for, it was a small exclusive place.

Everything in there cost a bomb, but what the fuck! There was only a

little parking space in-front of the shop, with enough room for about

four cars. I swung Laurence into one of the parking bays and jumped

out. Now if Roger had seen me he’d have nagged me all day long, he

always insisted on my reversing into the parking space. But today

Roger could go-fuck-himself!

Now to go shopping I’d wanted to look my best, but with no new

fashionable stuff, I had to go back to basics. One thing that will

always be in style is showing lots of leg, bust, or flesh in any

area. And that was something else that Roger had let me down on! He’d

given me a target weight and waist size when our Rebecca was born,

and he’d promised that when I got back down to my original nine

stone, and twenty-two inch waist, he’d buy me a complete new outfit.

Well I’d reached this target two weeks ago, and there was still no

sign of him taking me shopping to buy it. Anyway, as I say I’d got a

short skirt and a tied blouse. So I was showing lots of leg, bare

tummy, and plenty of cleavage.

I walked into the shop, and straight up to the centre counter, where

the man who owned the shop was standing. Then bold-as-brass, without

trying to make sure nobody else could hear.
“I’m looking for some really sexy underwear.”
“Well you’ve come to the right place. Because that’s all we sell

here. But what kind of sexy do you want? Frilly? Skimpy? Silky? Old

fashioned lacy? That’s really back in fashion now.”
“I want something that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“In that case, our skimpy range is mainly over in that area of the

shop. Once you find what you want, there is a changing room at the

back of the shop. If you need any assistance, just come and ask. And

I hope you don’t mind me saying, that I think you’re making the right

choice. With a body like yours, it would be a sin to cover it up.”

I felt myself blush as he made his remark, but I turned away without

answering him, and made my way to where he’d pointed. The stuff was

so nice, it was difficult to know what to pick. I’d been browsing

around for about ten minutes, when suddenly.
“Do you mind if I pick a few things for you to try?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin as the shop owner spoke from directly

behind me.
“Err. No of-course not, I’d be glad of your assistance, there’s just

so much to choose from.”
“Even if I do say so myself, I’m a pretty good judge of what style

suits what type of lady.”
“Ok then, tell me what style you think would suit me.”

“Well you’ve got such a sexy little body, you don’t need anything

fancy, or overstated. I’d suggest a thong, and a half cup bra.  Here

try this set, it’s almost transparent, but it will certainly show you

off to best effect. Then there’s this set, still very revealing, but

silk material. And then there’s this lace one, not my choice, but

maybe you’ll like it. If you want to go and try them on, the changing

room is vacant. If any of them take your fancy, you should find me

around the shop somewhere, but I’m expecting a delivery to my

store-room at the back, so if I’m not about, just pick up the little

brass bell on the counter, and give it a ring.”

I tried on all three sets, and was in love with all of them, but with

price tags starting at around ninety pounds, this little lot would in

total exceed three-hundred and fifty pounds! Now pissed as I was with

Roger, I couldn’t spend that kind of money. Even the cheapest set at

ninety, would cause us a lot of financial pain.

Then and idea hit me, I looked out of the curtains, and the manager

of the shop was still milling about, so I started putting the

underwear on, one set on top of the next. All the time I kept having

a quick peek through the curtains, to check where he was. Then as I’d

just put my own underwear back on I was having a peek, and I saw him

disappearing into a door to the side of the changing cubicle. I

assumed this led to his stock-room, and he’d gone to take care of the

delivery as he’d said. Now I was panicking, I had to pull my skirt

and blouse on, and get out to Laurence as quickly as I could.

I made my way from the cubicle as quickly as possible, but trying not

to arouse any of the other customers’ attention. I was about ten feet

from the door, when I heard a voice behind me.
“Was there nothing suitable?”
It was the shop owner, who was stood by the cubicle, with his hand

just about to open the curtain.
“Err. No thank you.”
I replied as I looked back whilst opening the door. I could see he’d

now pulled the curtain back. As I stepped out, I heard his call.
“Hey! Stop! Where are the outfits?”

I ran as fast as I could, jumping into Laurence, and turning the key.

He burst into life as usual, and I crashed the gear stick into

reverse. Then dropping the clutch, I floored the throttle pedal, and

pulled a handful of steering on. We shot off backwards, and there was

a jolt, and an almighty screeching sound. I had been looking behind

me, but as I swung my head to where the noise was coming from, I

could see my front bull-bar had swung into the side of the car parked

next to me. I kept my foot hard down, and Laurence just pushed the

car sideways out of his path. It was a brand-new Jag, and as we

lurched free of it, I could see we’d ripped the side open from front

passenger door, along to the back bumper.

We were reversing from the parking bay, back up towards the door of

the shop. I turned my head back to see where I was going, before I

crashed into anything else. I could now see the shop manager coming

running out of his door, only to be met by Laurence’s back end

rumbling its way towards him. He stopped in his tracks, and jumped

clear, I rammed the stick into first, and we were off. We were in

second gear before I'd left the little car-park. I kept my foot hard

down not attempting to slow down as I joined the road. Luckily the

traffic was light, and apart from some horn blowing, we were away

without incident.

I didn’t head for home; instead I drove around the city for a while

to see if we were being followed. Then after about fifteen minutes

driving around, I made my way back home. I didn’t pick-up baby, my

nerves were too shattered. So here I am, sitting here a nervous

wreck. What happens now? Well one good thing, Laurence pours out

black smoke, so the whole back end of him is filthy. There is no way

you could read the number plate even stood up close. So I felt

quietly confident that I’d got away with it.

“Ring ring, Ring ring. Ring ring,”
The phone, I about jumped out of my skin. I didn’t want to answer it.

But why? It could only be my mum, or a friend.
“Hello.”
“Hello. Is that Sandra Hall?”
“Why, who wants to know?”
“This is Mr Armstrong here; I’m the proprietor of ‘Silks & Satins’. I

just wanted to inform you that I will be handing your purse and

handbag over to the police when they arrive. I expect you’ll be able

to pick them up from the station when they arrest you.”

My heart sank, I’d been in such a state, I hadn’t even missed the

bloody handbag. With all the rushing to get dressed and out of the

cubicle, I must have left it hanging on the peg in there. What the

hell could I do now?
“Please don’t call the police.”
“And why ever not? You’ve not only stolen goods from my shop, I have

a customer here, whose beautiful new car has been torn to shreds.

He’s just sitting down in a state of shock.”
“Please I beg you; I’ll bring your stuff back.”

“My dear, I wish it were that simple. Even if I decided not to

prosecute, what about this gentleman’s car? He’ll need the details of

your insurance.”
Now I knew I wasn’t insured, so the bill for this guy’s car would be

out of my pocket. There was no way we could pay out for a car that

must have cost about forty grand.
“I’m not insured. Sob sniff. That’s why I didn’t stop. Please don’t

phone the police, I’ll go to prison.”
“You are in a mess then. Don’t move away from your phone, I’ll ring

you back in a minute.”

So I sat there waiting, wondering what he was doing at the other end.

Eventually, the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Right my dear, I don’t like talking about this kind of thing on the

phone, so I'll be very brief. You be the same, just a simple yes or

no. If your answer is no, I’ll ring the police, and we'll just let

matters take their course. Here is my proposition. I’ve just taken

delivery of a complete new range of swim wear. I would normally hire

a model for the day. If I bring my camera, and the stuff to your

place, and you model it, I won’t prosecute. The gentleman whose car

you demolished is prepared to claim off his own company insurance,

and not go to the police. Providing you let him join us, he'd like to

watch you while you do the modelling.”
“But what are the costumes like?”
“I said I wanted a simple yes or no. If the next word you utter isn’t

yes, then I’m putting the phone down, and phoning the police.”
I had no real choice to make, it had to be yes.
“Yes.”
“Ok my dear we’ve got your address, it’ll take us about thirty

minutes, that’s time for you to have a shower, and get yourself in

the right frame of mind.”
“Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
The phone went dead as he’d dropped his receiver.

So now I had two men coming to my house, to photograph me in? In what

I didn’t know. I went upstairs, and removed the layers of underwear,

the cause of all my problems, and then I ran myself a hot bath. As I

lay in my bath, I began to re-run the mornings events through my

head, wondering just how I’d got myself into this bloody mess. As

normally happens when having a bath, time passes before you know it,

and I was still mulling the morning’s disaster through my mind, when

I heard the front door bell.
“Shit!”
I hauled myself from the tub, and put on a bath robe, then made my

way down the stairs. My stomach was full of butterflies, as I opened

the door.

“Excuse me miss. Sorry to have disturbed your bath. Parcel for you,

can you sign here?”
“Oh yes. Oh its ok, I’d been in there too long, I was turning into a

prune.”
He took the slip I’d just signed, and gave me the parcel.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying, if the prunes we had for school

dinners had been like you, then we’d have all been going back for

second helpings.”
With that he turned on his heals, and was off up the garden path.

I put the parcel down in the corner of the hall, and suddenly

realised that I’d still got his pen in my hand. Now it wasn’t a

diamond studded or real gold one, but it was a relatively expensive

pen. I wasn’t dressed to chase after him, so I put it on the hall

window sill. I rushed back upstairs, and was about to throw off the

robe, with the intention of getting dressed, when the door bell rang

again. I turned around, and I was pulling the robe together as I ran

back down the stairs, thinking the postman had returned for his pen.

As I opened the door, I picked-up the pen and handed it forward.
“Here it is. Oh! You're not the postman. Oh sorry.”

As you’ve probably guessed, it was the shop owner, and a man I’d

never seen before.
“Thank you for the pen. Do I call you Sandi or Sandra?”
“No, sorry that's not for you."
I said as I took it back from his hand, and put it back on the window

sill.
"Sandi I suppose. Err. I suppose you’d better come in.”
“Which room, front, back or do you want us to do it in your bedroom?”
The shop manager had a big holdall on one shoulder, and a silver

metal suitcase thing in his other hand. The other man had two large

bags, which looked like my Husbands fishing rod bags.
“Back room, I think. I’ll just nip upstairs and get dressed; I’ll be

down in a moment”

“Hang-on, you might as well take a costume up with you, just give me

a second to open my bag.”
I followed them both into my back room, and the shop owner, who I

later found out was called Ted, put both his case and bag on the

floor. Then he searched around inside the bag, and pulled out a

bright yellow swim suit, which he handed to me. I took it up to my

bedroom, and was soon pulling it on. It was a really nice costume,

not over the top skimpy, but a very sexy cut. It was the kind of

thing that I’d wear on holiday, to go down to the beach.

I plucked up my courage, and down I went to see these two men. As I

walked in the room, they’d been busy setting out the gear they’d just

carried in. In one corner of the room was a screen, three cloth

covered panels, similar to the type you can find in a doctors

surgery. Then there were four big lights, each on its own stand. And

the big silver case was laid open, and it contained all types of

camera equipment. They’d also set-up a clothes rail, and hung out a

selection of costumes from his big holdall.

As I walked in, they both spun around, and Ted said.
“Oh yes! I just knew you'd look stunning in that. What do you think

Les?”
“You weren’t kidding. She’s got a cracking little body.”
“Come-on then my dear lets introduce ourselves. This is Les, and you

can call me Ted. We already know your name, but let’s just make sure

you don’t mind us calling you Sandi.”
“No, Sandi is ok. And please let me just say to Les just how sorry I

am, for what I did to his car.”

“Is that really true? Will you show Les just how sorry you are?”
“Of course I’m sorry, but what do you mean? How can I show him?”
Well by now, Les was sitting in the centre of my big three-seater

leather settee, and Ted was kneeling on the floor, messing with his

camera.
“Well in my book, you can sometimes say sorry with a kiss. I’m not

sure if that would do it for Les?
“It would certainly be a start.”

“I am really sorry.”
And with that I walked towards him, and bent down to give him a kiss.
“Wait a minute. Let me get my lights and camera set-up first.”
“What! You’re going to take a picture of me kissing him?”
He busily positioned his lights all around, and turned them on,

illuminating the whole room. Then with his camera in his hand, he

rolled across the floor to a position behind me.  He was laid on his

back pointing the camera’s great big lens upwards towards me.

“I want pictures of you doing everything. Ok, step back over me, and

then come forward like you just did. But this time, lean forward to

kiss Les, as you’re stepping over me. I want to see your lips

meeting, framed by a shot taken through your legs.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if anyone recognises my face?”
“These pictures are just for me and Les. No one else will ever see

them. When I take the ones for the display cards, I’ve got a

masquerade mask for you to wear. It covers the eyes, nose and cheeks,

so it still allows your pretty smile to be seen.”
“But you still want me to let you take a picture from down there,

with my legs open, wearing this costume?”

“So that wasn’t a genuine offer when you said you wanted to make it

up to Les?”
“It was, but I never expected you’d want to take that sort of picture

of me.”
“So, you’re going to behave all childish about this? Well in that

case I guess this isn’t going to work. We might as well get this lot

packed up, and let the law deal with you.”
“No don’t be like that! But are you saying that unless I want the

police involved, you’re expecting me to let you take that kind of

picture?”
“Yes. I would have thought that would have been obvious. Surely you

can’t think that’s a high price to pay? You’ve just stolen nearly

four-hundred quid’s worth of gear, and written-off a forty-grand car.

A few pictures of you showing the gusset of a swimming costume

doesn’t seem much to ask?”

“But when you phoned me, you said I’d just be modelling the

swimwear.”
“I don’t think I did. I asked if you’d model swimwear, and you said

yes. But I never said that would be sufficient to pay us off for you

stealing from me, and damaging his car.”
“But I thought that was why you’d come here, just to take simple

photos of me wearing your costumes.”
“We’re going around in circles my dear. It’s quite simple. Are you

going to let me take the shot, or are we leaving?”

“Well ok, you can take this one, but I’m not stripping.”
“I haven’t asked you to. Now stand with your left leg there, and your

right leg over here, and lean forward to give Les a kiss.”
I put my legs in the positions he pointed to, and bent forwards. My

hands rested just above Les’s shoulders, on the back of the settee. I

pursed my lips, and we kissed.
“Hold that pose, don’t move.”
Ted was clicking away, moving from under me, to my side, and all

around. But Les was taking his opportunity, to push his tongue into

my mouth. I didn’t like the thought, as both these men were at least

forty years old, maybe even fifty. But considering my situation, I

didn’t resist too vigorously, for fear of upsetting them.

“Ok. I’ve got that one. Now sit across his knee.”
I stood up, turned, and backed myself onto Les’s knee, laying myself

back into his right arm, which he wrapped around my back, resting his

hand on my hip. Then his left hand slid under my knees, and he lifted

them up and onto the settee. He then took his hand from under my

knees, and wrapped it around my back, joining his other arm in

pulling me to his chest. He then started pushing his tongue back into

my mouth. We were in this clinch for at least three minutes, wet

kissing, while Ted was wandering about taking pictures from all

angles.

Then I felt Ted’s hand on my right ankle, he lifted it from the

settee, and pulled it across placing it on the floor, hence pulling

my legs apart. I was held tightly to Les, and his wet kissing

prevented me from making a verbal protest. I lifted my leg and was

about to put it back onto the settee.
“Sandra my dear. Don’t be awkward. If I put your leg somewhere,

that’s because I want it in that position. Now put it back quickly.”
I did as he said, and returned my foot back to the floor, thus

allowing him a clear view of my crotch. Then I felt his hand on my

other ankle, and he was lifting that one up over the back of the

settee! Now I was not just open, but spread wide. I could here him

clicking away, but Les was keeping me busy with his French kissing.

“Ok Les, let her get up now.”
As soon as I heard him, I pulled my leg from off the back of the

settee, and pulled myself free from Les.
“Right Sandi, how do you want to do this?”
“What do you mean?”

“Well you see that rack of costumes; I’d like to get all of them done

before we go. So the less mucking about, the sooner we get finished.

We’ve put up a little screen in the corner of the room; it will save

loads of time if you get changed behind it, instead of going out to

your bedroom. If you start at one end of the rack, taking a costume,

and then when you’re changed, put the one you’ve just been wearing

back at the other end of the rack. There’s five different poses that

I want to see you model, with each costume. When you’ve got the first

one on, just come out here and I’ll talk you through the different

poses. Oh here’s that masquerade mask, just slip the elastic around

the back of your head to keep it in place.”

I took the mask, put it on, collected a costume from the end of the

rack, and went behind the screen. I started stripping the first

costume off, but I was having to be very careful, as this little

screen they’d set-up was only about a metre wide, and provided cover

from about two feet off the floor, up to about shoulder height. I’d

soon pulled the one costume off, and the next one on. As I walk from

the screen, he was kneeling to one side, and he took my picture.

“Very nice. That’s one of the poses done. That was the full costume

front view. See that's this shot."
He showed me a small printed card, the type that is used to accompany

the costumes on the display stand. This card was about 5 by 8 photo

size. On the left top side where he was pointing, was a full body

front facing picture of a girl wearing bra and panties. To the right

was the same type of shot taken from behind. Then under these two

larger pictures were three little square pictures, maybe about one

and a half inches square. Then below this was the printed description

of the item for sale.

The three little pictures were all close-up shots. One taken from the

front low down, models legs parted, showing details of the gusset.

Next was taken from the same low down position, but showing the view

from behind, and the model was bending forwards, legs still parted.

The last was the bust, model leaning forward, showing in this case,

her nipples as they pushed over the top of the half cup bra.

“God!”
“What’s wrong?”
“The pictures. Do they need to be so close-up?”
“What’s wrong with them? All the gear you were looking at in my shop

had display cards like that.”
I guess now he’d said that, I think they did. But you just glance at

them to see how much the knickers cover up, and never think some poor

girl has had to model for the picture.
“I suppose so; I just never thought you’d want pictures like that.”
“Well it’s not much point taking your picture in a rain coat if I’m

selling swimming costumes.”
“No it’s just the close-ups of the panties, I never thought.”
“But did you think they looked over-the-top when you were in my shop

this morning?”
“I guess not.”
“And did you use the close-up insets to tell you what style of

knickers you were looking at?”
“I suppose so.”
“Well I think you’ve answered your own question. So shall we get on

with the next pose?”

“I guess so.”
“Now we’ll, do your crotch area taken from behind. Once we get you in

position, we can also take the bust shot at the same time. So if you

come over to this chair, bend forwards, and place your hands on the

arms of the chair, with your legs slightly apart. Here, I’ll place a

couple of coins on the floor, stand with the balls of your feet, one

on each coin.”
I walked to where he’d put the two coins, putting one foot on top of

each coin. My legs were spread about two feet apart, and about two

feet away from the chair.

“That’s good. Now bend forward, hands on the chair arms.”
I leaned forwards, placing my hands where he’d said. This felt a very

revealing pose to take.
“Ok Les, do you want to have a quick look before I take my picture?”
Les didn’t answer, but I saw him dive down onto the floor behind me,

and I could feel his hot breath on the cheeks of my bottom.
“Ok, let’s get my shot, we’ve got loads more of these to get through,

and some of the others will be a lot more interesting.”

Once again Les didn’t answer, but he got up and stood to one side out

of camera shot. Ted took two or three shots, and then he came around

and stood behind the chair back, facing me.
“Ok head up out of the way, push your bust out.”
I lifted my head, heaved my bust forward, and he clicked away taking

several shots.
“That’s a shame.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’d hoped you’d get aroused when Les got down close to your crotch.

Never mind, we’ll do the front crotch shot; maybe that will stir up

some action. Ok you can get up now.”

I stood up, and he walked around to the front of the chair.
“Right seeing as we’ve got that lovely big chesterfield, the best way

to do this, is for you to pop your bottom onto the edge of the seat,

dead centre of the settee. I’ll tuck a load of cushions behind your

back; you lie back and get comfortable. Then lift your legs as wide

as you can. I don’t suppose you can get your legs to full splits?”
“Are you serious? The picture you just showed me wasn’t taken with

her legs that wide.”
“I know, I complained to the agency about her, she was supposed to be

a genuine pro, but she was useless. Anyway, let’s get you in

position.”

He held my hand and took me across to my settee, and as I sat my

bottom right to the front of the centre, he placed cushions behind my

back, until I could lie backwards fully supported. My legs were still

dangling on the floor in front of me.
“Ok Sandi; now let’s see just how wide you can get your legs.”
I spread my legs until my feet were on the floor about four feet

apart.
“Is that it? Surely you can get them wider, or at least lift them up

higher.”
I didn’t answer, but I lifted my feet from the floor, and tried to

hold them at about a foot high.
“Hang on; let your feet down a minute.”

As I let my feet drop to the floor, he walked across the room, took

hold of a dining room chair. He brought it across, and placed it at

one end of the settee, facing it inwards towards the centre. Then he

turned, and fetched a second chair which he placed the other end, in

a mirror image position.
“Ok girl, let’s have your left foot.”
As he spoke, he bent down, taking hold of my ankle, and helping me to

spread my leg, and resting it up on the seat of the chair.
“Ok next one.”
He now took hold of the other ankle, placing it on the other chair,

thus spreading my feet at least six feet apart, and stretching my

crotch fully open.

“There, that’s more like it. What do you think Les?”
“Is this really necessary? It’s so embarrassing.”
“Well I don’t know if it’s necessary or not, but she looks fucking

amazing with her pussy spread open like that. She’s given me a

fucking hard.”
“Well it looks like Les likes it. And yes it is necessary. I hope

we’re not going to get you being all prudish at every new pose I put

you in? If this is what this session is going to be like, maybe we

should give up now?”
“No please. I’ll do it.”
“Ok I still want you aroused for the bust picture; I need your

nipples to be pushing the costume. I’ll let Les kneel down and get a

close look at your crotch, maybe that will excite you.”
I didn’t reply, and next second Les was kneeling on the floor, his

face inches away from my crotch, instead of it exciting me, I was

feeling scared, and thought I’d pee myself.
“Hey Ted, I can smell her cunt.”
“No need for that kind of language. Ok Les, I think you might as well

get up now, its not having the desired effect. I’ll get some crotch

shots, then we’ll have to try another method to excite her.”

Les moved away, Ted started shooting, and took maybe six pictures,

all very close-up.
“Are you very nervous?”
“Y yes.”
“What is it, having your legs open?”
“Yes, it’s so embarrassing.”
“Come on then, we’ll try another way.”
As he spoke, he was lifting my legs back to the floor. He then helped

me to my feet, pushed the cushions along the settee, and sat himself

down in the middle. He was still holding my hand, and he pulled me

back to sit on his knee.

“Ok, your legs are closed, and nobody is going to hurt you. But I

need you excited, aroused, or what ever you want to call it. We can

kiss, I can stroke your legs, I can stroke or suck on your nipples,

it’s your choice. But one way or another, I want your nipples to be

standing proud. So let’s be grownup about this, you’re not a little

girl, you know what turns you on.”
“I guess if you stroke my breasts on the outside of the costume, it

will do what you want.”
“Good girl. Like this.”

He was using the palm of his hand, and gently stroking across first

one breast then the other. I’d expected my nipples to perk-up

instantly, but although it was sending shock waves down my navel, my

nipples remained soft. He now had my breast cupped in his hand, and

was gently squeezing on my nipples.
“Oh god! Ah ooh.”
This made me squirm on his knee, and the shock waves got intense, but

my nipples remained soft. He continued for at least five minutes, but

although I was boiling up in my lower tummy, my nipples refused to

cooperate.

“Well my dear, looks like we need to go one step further. Would you

like me to start sucking on your nipples through the costume, or if

not I can get Les to stroke your legs?”
I didn’t want him sucking my nipples, but I wasn’t sure exactly what

Les stroking my legs meant.
“Where exactly do you want him to Stroke?”
“Just part them slightly, and let him stroke you around stocking top

height.”
“If I let you do this, you promise he won’t just grab me in between

my legs?”
“Come-on Sandi, don’t be silly. We’re here to get some pictures, the

sooner we can get you worked up; the sooner we’ll get this job done.

But just for you. Ok Les, you heard her, the idea is to get her

worked up, and I’ll keep working on her tits. You stroke her legs,

but only on the flesh that her costume doesn’t cover, no going

inside, or stroking the gusset. Ok Sandi, are you happy to go for

it?”
“Yes. Thank you.”

“Come-on lets get you more comfortable.”
He sat up, lifting me with him, and turned around laying me back

along the settee. Then he kneeled alongside my upper body, and

started back on my breasts. I was about to question this new position

that they had now got me into, but Ted intercepted my words, by

gently placing a single finger on my lips, and whispering.
“Ah. Ah! Just lie back, and once we get you aroused, we can get back

to taking pictures.”
He then resumed his manipulation of my breasts, and at the same time,

I felt Les putting one of his hands on the inside of my knee. I

opened my legs to let him stroke me. As his hand cupped my knee, he

pulled my leg towards himself, and off the edge of the settee,

letting my foot drop to the floor. This opened my legs wider than I’d

anticipated, but although I didn’t like how far this was going, I

made no objection. Now with Ted using two hands to work both my

breasts, and Les stroking around my leg, and his hand getting ever

higher, the feelings of anxiety were building to a climax.

Then as Les’s hand reached the top of my leg, he used his free hand

to lift my left leg from the settee cushion, up onto the top of the

settee back, spreading me wide. The fear was now so intense I once

again was worried that I would pee in my costume. I felt his finger

to one side of the gusset of the costume. It was on my flesh to the

side of my mound of public hair. He slowly drew it down, following

the outside edge of the gusset. The gusset material tapered from

covering up my mound at the front, to a narrow ribbon that rested in

the crevice of my bottom. So with my legs stretched wide apart, as

his finger traced the edge of the costume, it rubbed the outer lip of

my pussy. Then as he touched the perimeter of my hole, the terror

suddenly turned into a rush of excitement. My hips gave an

instinctive jerk up and forwards, this forced his fingers inside my

costume, and it entered my pussy.

I gasped, “Oh god!”
He immediately pulled it out, and then he lifted it up towards Ted.
“Look at that, that’s what I call wet. Looks like my ends ready. How

are her nipples coming along?”
“That’s it; looks like you’ve found the magic button. These things

are rock hard now. Ok Sandi, let’s get the picture.”
With that he was lifting me with an arm around the back of my

shoulders. He sat me up in the centre of the settee, pushing the

cushions to support my back. I was sat in a reclining position, with

both feet planted on the floor about a couple of feet apart. I just

let him manoeuvre me without any resistance, in truth, I seemed only

semi-conscious.

“Ok lean forwards, and push your tits out. What’s wrong? Are you ok?

Do you want a drink or something?”
“I I’m alright, just give me a minute.”
”Well ok, but I need to get the shot before your nipples go soft

again.”
The last thing I wanted was to have them repeat this last episode, so

I mustered all my resolve, and leaned myself forward, and tried my

best to push my breasts out.
“Is that ok?”
“That's a good girl, just hold that a second.”
With that he started snapping away with his camera.
Ok Sandi, up you get, and I’ll take the back shot as you walk back to

the screen. Now you know what's involved, maybe we can get a move-on,

and they'll soon be done.”

I got unsteadily up to my feet, helped by Les, and I heard Ted

snapping away, as I walked the few paces to the screen. I was soon

changed, and walking back out. As I did, Ted was down at floor level

taking the front full length shots. I walked across to the chair,

placing my feet on the coins that still lay on the floor. I bent

forwards, and Ted snapped away from floor level as before.
“Ok Sandi, we’re on a roll now, but your nipples have eased off a

bit, so we’ll do the front facing gusset shot next. Just get on the

edge of the settee, and get your legs up onto the chairs again.”

I sat my bottom on the edge of the settee, and lay back, lifting my

feet onto the chairs that were still positioned either side. In came

Ted, camera clicking away, his lens almost touching my pussy. Then as

he backed away, I was just about to drop my legs.
“No, don’t move yet. I’ll just get Les to work the magic spot first.”
Before I could move or reply, Les was kneeling down in between my

thighs, and a milli-second later, his finger was running along first

one, then the other of my bulging pussy lips. This drove my pussy

wild, and like last time, when he ran his finger end alongside my

hole I gave an involuntary push. Now this was only one push, and the

amount I moved was only very small. But Les used this as an excuse to

push his finger into the side of the gusset, and up my hole at least

an inch.

“Oh god! No les. Please. Not inside the costume.”
I said as my hands darted down grabbing his wrist, and trying to pull

it from my gusset.
“It isn’t me. I’m only stroking you; it's you pushing yourself onto

me.”
He had got his finger pulled out by now, and Ted brushed my concerns

away with a simple.
“Come-on then Sandi, don't worry about that now. He’s got your

nipples perked up, so you can put your legs down, and give them tits

a good push forwards for me.”
It was as though nothing had happened; all he wanted was to get on

with the photos. I dropped my legs, and pushed forwards again.

Then as I was getting up to do the walk away shot, I asked.
“Does he have to get his fingers in so close to me? That’s twice he’s

had his fingers inside my costume.”
“I’m sorry luv, but it’s the only way we’ve found to get your nipples

worked up, rubbing your breasts didn’t work.”
I was now changing into the next costume, but I wasn’t looking

forward to Les with his wandering finger.
“Can't you try rubbing my nipples on the outside of the costume

again? Now they’ve already been worked up, maybe it might work now?”

“Ok when we get to that shot, Les can give it a try, but if it

doesn’t start responding quickly, I’m not wasting time, we'll have to

go with the spot we know works. Is that a deal?”
“Yes I guess so.”
In what seemed like no time at all, we’d done the first two poses,

and I was again sitting on the edge of the settee, and lifting my

legs for the close-up front gusset shot. This was soon accomplished,

about six quick clicks of the camera, some with his lens almost

touching my crotch. Once again, I was about to lower my feet to the

floor, but Ted stopped me.

“No keep your legs up, Les can kneel in between them, and reach up to

stroke your nipples. That way if they don’t respond, you’re in

position for him to work on your pussy.”
Like last time, Les was immediately on the floor, but now leaning up

my body, and his fingers rubbed around my nipples. He rubbed for

about thirty seconds.
“No reaction here.”
“Well Sandi. There’s one more thing we can try if you don’t want him

stroking your crotch.”
“What’s that?”

“He can suck on your nipples; maybe the warm wet feeling will excite

you?”
“Yes. I’ll try that. I’d rather have him sucking my nipples, than his

finger inside my gusset.”
“Ok just pull the shoulder straps down.”
”Shoulder straps? What you want the costume pulling down?”
“Of-course. We’re getting your nipples worked up so I can photograph

the costume. It would look silly if it had two big wet patches where

your nipples are.”
“Oh god, I never thought you’d want my top uncovered.”
“Well like I said, I’m not prepared to muck about, are you getting

your tits out, or shall I get Les to start back on your pussy?”

I reluctantly slid the shoulder straps off, and pulled the costume