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The Vicar's Wife - 1
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)
***
A naive Vicar’s wife is tricked into a sexual
situation, and she finds her libido is stronger than
her instinctive moral behaviour. (MMF, nc, wife)
***
Note: All of my stories include descriptions of sex
scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please
do not read this story if you are offended by perverse
sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of
consent for your own country. These stories are pure
fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
***
When is a rape not a rape?
I pose this question, and maybe once you’ve read the
story I’m about to tell, you will understand why.
The first part of my story happened to me some three
months ago, when I was a naive newly-wed vicar’s wife.
I might not be much older in years now, but I’m
definitely not as naive!
I’d known Michael for four years before we got married,
we’d met at university, when he was 22, and I was 19. I
guess you'd say I was shy and by the standard of the
other girls in my dorm, very reserved. I'd dated boys,
but no boy ever had more than the briefest feel of my
breasts. And even that, was something that would have
caused me to explode with rage, and end any kind of
relationship. Never had any boy had his hand or
anything else inside my knickers.
So I was not just a virgin, but an untouched one. This
rapidly got me a reputation, first as a kind of ‘Holy
Grail’, that all the boys wanted to be the first to
claim. But over the next three months, they gradually
realised, it was a pointless quest, and eventually boys
stopped dating me. I guess it was the deeply religious
upbringing, which made me so determined I would be a
‘pure’ virgin when I eventually walked down the aisle.
I’d been at uni for two years when I met Michael; he
was studying divinity, as he had great plans to enter
the church, and travel the world doing gods work. I was
immediately in awe of him the first time I heard him
defending his religious beliefs with a group of
students in the uni bar. As just about everyone else
I’d met up to now appeared to be a disciple of the
devil, he stood out like a mythical god.
We started dating, and in the following months got very
close to each other. Not physically, he never attempted
to do anything like that, but we were almost
inseparable. Mainly just us two together, in each
others company, Michael talking about his grand plans,
and me thinking how wonderful he was. We’d end the
evening with a kiss, but it would only ever be him
giving me a light peck on my cheek.
Well at age 20 I graduated, and left to go back home to
my parents. And even with my degree from uni, I still
ended-up working in the farm shop at the very same farm
where I'd first began my working life. Back then I was
a part time stable girl, thirteen years old, working
after school and weekends. My duties were mucking-out,
curry-combing the horses and general dogsbody. It was a
thriving place, they looked after most of the horses
for the local hunt, and there was also a riding school
run by the farmer’s wife. But when she died in a riding
accident about six months after I'd started uni, the
riding school closed down, and the stables went
downhill fast, even the hunt eventually moved its
horses to another stable.
So the farm was now a rundown affair, still owned by
the same man now in his 50’s, who had two sons in their
early 30’s. He also had two other men working as hired
hands, one again in his 30’s, and the other around the
old farmer’s age. The place still had all manner of
farm animals, but now specialised in nothing, it was
still using traditional farming methods that had been
used for centuries. The most modern thing about the
farm was the wooden building I worked in, the farm
shop. We sold eggs, potatoes, and most other vegetables
when they were in season.
Michael also left uni, but he however, went on to
further training at an ecumenical college. For the next
two years we only saw each other about once a month.
He’d come and use my auntie’s spare room for the
weekend; she only lived just around the corner in the
next street to my mom and dad. Most of our time we’d be
in the company of my family, but this never felt to us
like we were inhibited in any way. After all, even if
we’d have been spending the whole weekend on our own,
we wouldn’t have done anything different.
Once Michael left college we began planning for our
wedding, and he took on a job working in a local
parish, assisting the resident Vicar. Michael never
forgot his dreams of travelling the world, and as such,
he turned down offers of lovely little village
parishes, that would have given us beautiful country
vicarages to start our married life in. We both agreed,
we’d get married, and wait for the right overseas
assignment, that would allow us to fulfil our dream of
serving god.
So with Michael still working as an assistant to a
local vicar, we got married and rented a small house on
a local housing estate. The wedding was a beautiful
event, held obviously in church, and we both had a very
large family presence.
Then came the dreaded first night.
I won't say I was disappointed, because, in truth, I
never really expected it to be anything special. We got
to the bedroom in the hotel we were staying in, and he
left the room while I got undressed and into bed. Some
fifteen minutes or so later, he knocked on our door,
and I told him he could come in. This he did, and as
I’d already turned off the light, he just got himself
undressed, and slipped into bed alongside me.
It felt really strange, having another person in bed,
and as his arm reached over my body, his hand brushed
across my breasts. They weren’t naked, I had on a soft
silk night-dress, but the feeling that shot through my
body was a mixture of fear and anticipation. He was
soon above me, taking his weight on his elbows and
knees, while he began to kiss me on my lips. These were
the first long lingering kisses I’d ever known, and yes
the kisses combined with his hands fondling my nipples,
sort of relax me a little.
Then I was aware he was now using his hand to lift the
hem of my night-dress, and his knees were moving in
between mine, easing my legs open. This once again
stirred feelings; but they were mainly feelings of
fear, not excitement. I guess I’d fought-off this
moment for so long, it was difficult to understand how
it could now be the right thing to do. But I knew it
was, and so I let my legs be spread wide open.
Then his fingers touched my secret place, and I almost
instinctively fought to get my legs back together to
protect it. But as I say, I knew I had to let him, and
even though I wasn’t knowingly turned-on, the kisses
and touching of breasts, must have stimulated me a
little. For, as his fingers stroked along my folded
lips, they glided easily in the fluid now coming from
my ... Then as his finger found my ... I felt it
pushing up inside me.
The feeling as it entered was nice, but again I was
scared, so I never got a massive rush of pleasure, like
I’d heard those slutty girls at uni talking about. He
pushed his finger up to its full length, and then
pulled it back out and began to explore my folded lips
with it. After less than half a minute of probing and
stroking, the finger moved to one side, and I felt what
must have been his penis. I’d never seen or felt one
before, not that I saw it this time, but I sure felt
it. He slid it back and forth along my slit, and then
when he found the entrance he was searching for, he
pushed.
Where he’d been fingering me, I think he’d worked the
wetness all around my slit, so when he pushed, I felt
my ... stretching open. He slid it up slowly at first,
and then began frenziedly jerking his hips. As he
jerked, he was gasping and moaning, and then he
suddenly collapsed down onto me. My first reaction was
to think something was wrong, had he had a heart attack
or something. His dead weight pinned me to the bed
where I lay for some minutes, he was motionless apart
from his pounding chest as he gasped for air.
Then he lifted his weight from me, and looked into my
eyes.
"Well my darling. Did you like it?"
So that was it? The magical event? The thing boys go so
crazy over? The thing that causes jealousy between
girls who have been childhood companions? But how could
I tell him it was a non event?
"Michael. You were wonderful. So gentle. I love you."
Things were no better, the next time, it felt like
Michael was just using my body, and there was no
sensation of love or tenderness. This second event
began one night nearly three months later, after we’d
been watching a film on television. We’d begun to watch
this film, and even though it was obvious it was about
rape, Michael and I watched intently, him holding me
closely to his chest. But towards the end of the film
it came to the actual rape scene, it was so graphic,
showing the whole event. The girl looked like she would
be gang raped by a room full of men, maybe as many as
twenty. Michael watched in a trance like state as the
first man forced himself on this poor girl, and then as
he climaxed inside her, Michael shot to his feet. He
grabbed the controller, and turned the TV off; making
some comments about the filth that is now being shown
on our screens.
And then saying, "come on, we’re going to bed."
But before we’d been in bed a couple of minutes, his
arm began to make its way across and down my body, soon
it was sliding up under my night-dress. He didn’t climb
above me like before and start kissing my lips or
fondling my breasts. As he reached the tops of my legs,
I let my legs part, and he was soon probing looking for
and entrance. I was totally dry and un-aroused, so this
made his progress difficult, but once his fingers found
my..., he suddenly was on top of me. He lifted my legs
up and wide-open in a similar manner to how the man on
TV had just done with that poor girl. His penis pushed
up inside me, and hurt like hell. And also like that
poor girl, I wanted to scream and cry out. But I
managed to stifle any noises I'd wanted to make,
bearing the pain in silence, as he ripped his way
inside me. His satisfaction was immediate as he jerked
his penis; and then he again collapsed on top of me,
lying there like a dead weight until he’d re-gained his
breath. This part was an exact repeat of the first
time.
But this time, when he regained his breath, he didn’t
say a thing; he just turned over and was asleep in
seconds. I lay there for a good half hour thinking and
wondering; what was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I a real
woman? What had made me so useless at sex? I had no
idea, but one thing I knew for absolute sure; there was
no way I would ever enjoy this kind of animal
behaviour.
I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, and then
went back to bed and cried. I knew sex was something
men needed, I also knew most women learned to at least
endure, and some to even enjoy it. But this could never
be me.
Some nights later, again prompted by something on TV we
began to talk about sex. The way Michael was talking,
it was as though that last event had never happened,
and the only time we’d ever indulged had been that
first wedding night. The upshot of our, or should I say
Michael's reasoning, was that we both agreed, sex was
no more than just god’s method of pro-creation. And as
we weren’t ready to start a family until after we’d
completed our overseas assignment, we decided we’d
abstain.
The next few months, we began in earnest on planning
towards our overseas commitment. Part of this process
was physical training, doing weekend fell walking. I
say weekends, but his job being mainly a Sunday
occupation, it only really left Saturdays free for our
walks. Yorkshire in England is famous for its hills and
Mooreland countryside. And we’d go out walking nearly
every weekend, walking round trips of 20 plus miles up
the hills along rough tracks in all weathers.
It was on one of these treks that my real story began.
A bright mid-summer Saturday morning, the weather
forecast had warned of rain, but the skies certainly
didn’t look like they had their predictions right. We
drove out to the moors, in Michael’s dad’s camper-van.
We certainly couldn’t afford anything like this kind of
luxury, but we borrowed this off Phillip (Michael’s
dad) most weekends. It was fully kitted out, and ideal
as a base when returning from a long trek. So as per
normal, we parked in one of the many tourist car parks
in the valleys below the hills.
This as I said had become our normal weekend activity,
and as usual, we pulled our big packs onto our backs,
and off we set. As I’d said the sun was shining, and
the views as we climbed higher were stunning as always.
I guess we’d been walking for about half an hour, when
the skies suddenly turned black. And I do mean black!
It was almost like an eclipse of the sun.
Within seconds a violent wind sprung-up, seemingly from
nowhere, and the rain began to thrash down with a
vengeance. As the force of this gale was coming across
the hill sideways, it was difficult to stand up, let
alone try to keep walking. It was howling that loud,
talking, or to be more precise, hearing what was being
said, was just impossible. Michael turned to me and
held me tightly to him. He began to use hand signals,
and if I interpreted him correctly, he was indicating
we should make our way back down.
Then as he tried to edge himself past me on the slippy
narrow ledge pathway, so he could lead the way back
down the hill-side, he missed his footing. I tried to
grab him, not that I’d have been strong enough to stop
him, but in any case I was too slow. He fell about four
feet, and crashed into a heap in the crevice between
two large rocks.
This was bad enough, but if we’d have been a few feet
along the path in either direction, there might not
have been anything to block his fall. So even though I
could tell instantly, that falling against these rocks
had hurt him, without these rocks, he could have fallen
to his death.
As it was, I scrambled my way down into the crevice,
and crouched alongside Michael. Even with my help, it
was obvious his foot and ankle were giving him that
much pain, it was impossible for him to stand, let
alone climb back to the path, and walk back down the
hill. There weren’t any obvious signs of broken bones
sticking out anywhere, or any sign of blood loss.
By shouting directly into his ear, and then pressing my
ear against his mouth, we managed some simple
communication. From this I established it was most
likely to be a broken or badly twisted ankle. But what
ever, he didn’t think he’d get back down the hill
without extra help. So as he felt safe enough perched
in between the rocks, he was indicating I should try to
make my way down the hill to bring back some extra
help.
As we’d only been climbing the hill for about half an
hour, you’d expect it would only take about the same
time, or less to go back down. But with this howling
wind and rain lashing down, I’d been struggling my way
down the path, almost on my hands and knees for a good
half hour, when almost as suddenly as it had started,
the wind and rain both stopped. Then in less than a
minute the sun was shining down so brightly, I had to
shade my eyes.
It was the weirdest storm I’d ever experienced, and now
it had stopped, there was a kind of eerie silence, I
guess it was the lack of birds singing. The only sound
was running and dripping water as it flowed down the
rocky path, and dripped from the leaves of the gorse
bushes.
But now as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I
could see for miles in all directions. And to my
dismay, I wasn’t even half way down! But from where I
stood, I could see the whole car park, and besides our
camper-van, there was only one other vehicle parked
down there. I knew I had to get to the bottom of the
hill before that vehicle left.
Now the wind and rain had stopped, it was easier going,
but I still had to be very careful, as the steep rocky
path was slippery with the wet mud the rain had washed
down. So I made my way as quickly as I dare, and once
down to flat ground, I ran as fast as I could towards
the exit of the car park to head off the vehicle that
was parked there, in the event that it should start to
leave.
The whole area was like something from a horror movie,
steam was rising everywhere as the burning hot sun
lifted the fresh rainfall from roads, grass and plants
alike. As it was, I got to the gates of the car park,
and the vehicle was still stationary about half way
along the parking bays. As I ran towards it, the
occupants all began to climb out of what I could now
see was a Land Rover mountain rescue vehicle. By the
time I’d reached where it was parked, all four men were
out and standing there waiting for me to arrive.
"Slow down love. What has happened?"
"It’s my Michael, he’s fallen. He’s still up near the
top of that hill," I said as I pointed up.
"Ok love. Just take your time; lets get all the facts
first. We’ll soon have him sorted for you," this was
the man who’d spoken first, and who appeared to be the
one in charge.
They asked me all about what had happened, and how
badly injured I thought he was, and then they decided a
stretcher would be needed. One was brought from the
back of their vehicle, and with them all carrying their
own rescue packs, they all began to follow me back to
the hill. They had said it would be more sensible for
me to wait with the vehicles, and that they would go up
the hill and find my Michael themselves. But I insisted
I’d show them the way.
I ran across the field to the gate, and began to climb
over. This was where I fell foul of being in too much
of a rush. I’d got to the top of one side of the gate,
and swung my leg over the top. But as I began to throw
my weight over the gate, the newly placed foot slipped
off the bar of the gate.
I dropped down onto the top rung of the gate, not only
scrubbing the inside of my legs, but also landing very
heavily on my crotch. This sudden whack stunned me
momentarily, and I toppled over the gate, scrubbing my
inside leg again as I slithered from the top rung. I
fell chest forwards, and in my stunned state, the
natural reaction of breaking a fall with your arms,
just didn’t happen. I landed on the ground on the other
side of the gate taking most of the fall with my
breasts. This in itself would have been sufficient to
wind me. I lay there, conscious, but seemingly unable
to help myself up. In seconds all of the men were
gathered around me. The man who appeared to be in
charge gave me a quick check asking how many fingers he
was holding up, etc. And then when he was satisfied it
was safe to do so, they helped me to my feet. He
decided he would take me back to the car park to give
me a full check over, whilst his companions continued
up to the top of the hill, to rescue my Michael.
I wasn’t really in any condition to argue, and actually
I’m not sure if I’d have managed the climb up that
hill. As it was, he had his arm wrapped around my
waist, and I had mine around his shoulder as he helped
me to make my way back across the field. That was, of
course, after they’d opened the gate to let me through,
there was no way I could have climbed back over. On our
way to the car park, I told him my name was Shirley,
and my husband’s name. I also told him briefly about
how long we’d been married, and that my husband was a
vicar, and we were training to prepare ourselves for an
overseas assignment in some remote developing world
region.
Ian, this was the head man of the rescue team, said
being as our vehicle was a camper-van it would have
more room, and he’d be able to examine me easier in
there. He explained he was fully trained medically, and
there was nothing to worry about. So once he’d helped
me up into the back of our camper, he said he'd go and
get some kit from his vehicle, and as I was thoroughly
soaking wet, I should undress, get myself dried, and
then put on some dry clothes. He said he’d knock before
he came back in, but I explained that wasn’t necessary,
as I could close-off the bedroom compartment, and get
myself changed in there.
So he went one way, and I closed myself into my
bedroom, and stripped naked. I dried myself down, and
then got out some clean dry clothes. Whilst I was busy
pulling on my knickers, I heard the outside door
opening.
"It’s only me."
I recognised Ian’s voice, "Ok, I won't be long, I’m
just getting dressed."
"Ok love. Just take your time. While I’m waiting, I’ll
pop the kettle on, I’m sure a nice hot cup of tea will
do you the world of good."
"Thank you. I’m sure you’re right, there is nothing
like it to warm you up."
Well I’d soon finished dressing, and I pushed back the
partition doors, to open up the full compartment.
"Are, there you are. Teas in the cups, do you take
sugar?"
"No thank you."
"Milk?"
"Please."
There you go then, that’s just what you need, something
hot inside you."
"Thank you, you’ve been ever so kind."
"Don’t be silly, you drink that up, and then I’ll give
you the once over, make sure you haven’t done any
serious damage."
"I’m sure there’s no need, I’m feeling better already."
"Look Shirley my dear, last time I let you lead us up
the hill, and that was against my better judgement, and
look what happened. This time, I think you should
listen to me. After all, if you are ok, its cost us
nothing, but if I find something wrong, then the sooner
we get you fixed the better. Agreed?"
"I guess so."
"Well just so you know there’s nothing funny going on,
I’ve set up my nanny-cam on the side cupboard over
there, which will record everything that happens."
"There’s no need for that is there?"
"I'm afraid there is. It's silly I Know, but these
days, it’s something we have to do. You know, all these
cases of women accusing doctors of improper conduct.
And in any case, it is as much for you, everything I do
is recorded, so it’s as safe as being back in the
surgery with a nurse in attendance."
"Ok, if we have to, but it feels very strange, the
thought of you examining me, and it being recorded."
"Don’t worry, I guarantee, once we get started, you’ll
forget it’s even there. Speaking of which, I see you’ve
finished your tea, so if you sit back over there on the
bed, I’ll come and sit along side you."
I sat on the bed, and he came across, but before he
sat, he lent forwards towards me.
"Come on then, I’ll help you off with that jumper."
His hands took hold of the hem of my woolly jumper, and
I lifted my arms, as he pulled it up and over my head.
I was now sat in front of this stranger with just a bra
covering my breasts. Still stood up, he leant over top
of my head, and reached down to release the clip on my
bra.
"Ok we’ll just help you off with this."
He placed it to one side on the bed, and sat sideways
along side me, bringing his left hand across to cup
first my right, and then my left bust. He gently
squeezed and fondled under, to the sides, and all
around each breast. Asking as he did, "Is this
hurting?"
"No, they’re a little sore, but you’re not hurting."
"Ok, I’m just going to check if your sensory reactions
have been damaged. Do you know what I mean by that?"
"No."
"Ok, its simple really, you are married, so you’ll know
there are parts of your body that react to being
touched. You know what I mean now?"
Maybe I was married, and I guess he thought that would
mean I’d be sexually experienced, but I’d only been
made love to twice. I really had no idea what he was
talking about.
"I’m not sure."
"Ok, let me ask you this, when your Michael touches
your nipples like this, does it start a tingling
sensation anywhere?"
Michael had done this to me the first time in bed, and
yes, I remember it made my nipples feel funny; it also
made me feel funny down in my private place. So I
replied.
"Yes."
"Do you feel the tingling now?"
It felt a little weird having a stranger touching me,
but it wasn’t making my nipples feel funny, or exciting
my tummy like Michael had done, so my reply was.
"No. Not really."
"That's not a good sign, but maybe it's just the
ambience. Let me just try something else."
He placed one hand in the middle of my back, one on my
tummy, and said.
"Let’s just have you laid back onto the bed a minute."
Then as he moved his hands to lift my feet, which he
placed tightly together on the bed, he said.
"And you’ll be more comfortable, if we lift your legs
up."
Then he walked across to collect his camera.
"I’ll just move this, its no good over there."
What he'd said before had been right; I had completely
forgotten there was a camera filming our every move.
But now he’d placed it over this side of the van, so it
was looking up the length of the bed, and had a full
view of all that was about to happen to me.
As he re-arranged the way my skirt lay across my legs,
thus preventing the camera from seeing up under it, he
asked.
"Do you feel comfortable?"
"Yes, I’m fine."
And it was true, I felt in safe hands, not least,
because of his little touch of placing my feet tightly
together, and making sure my skirt was discreetly
positioned to prevent the camera seeing more than
necessary.
"Now I want you to trust me, because for this to work,
you need to be fully relaxed. Do you trust me?"
Well up to now, this man and his friends, had been
nothing but perfect gentlemen, and they’d done
everything in their power to help me.
"Yes, of course I do."
"Ok I’ll explain what I’m going to do, and it will
sound strange, but remember, it is all being filmed, so
I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t absolutely
necessary. And I really do need your cooperation."
"Yes I will, I promise."
"Ok, close your eyes, and try to think erotic thoughts.
Think of things like the first time your husband made
love to you. It's important you let your mind wander. I
will start by repeating what we've already tried,
fondling your nipples. But if like last time, they
don’t react, I’ll have to try licking and sucking them.
If you feel them beginning to react, just tell me and
I’ll stop. Now before we begin, are you sure you’re ok
with me doing this to you?"
I was more than a little confused.
"I’ve never heard of a doctor needing to do this, are
you sure it’s really necessary?"
He sat-up suddenly,
"Ok, you can get dressed then. I thought you said you
trusted me?"
I could see I’d upset him, and I instantly felt as if
I’d let him down, acting like a shy and silly school
girl. It was then, still lying flat out on my back,
that I caught a glancing view through the gap in the
curtains. I froze for a second and stared at the
massive rainbow encompassing the hill on the horizon
where Michael was still awaiting his rescuers. It was
like a giant halo, as if god had given me a sign, and I
now knew this man was genuine, he’d only been trying to
help me.
"No please. I trust you; it was just me being silly. It
seemed a strange thing for a doctor to do."
"I told you that, I said it would sound strange, but
you’ve subjected yourself to a very unusual injury, and
I need to make sure your nerves aren’t damaged. Can you
imagine if you'd never seen a doctor hitting someone
just below their knee-cap with a little hammer,
wouldn't this seem peculiar to you? But just because
its something everyone has seen, and knows is a genuine
reaction test, nobody ever questions it. Well what I'm
doing is just the same, but you'd hardly imagine anyone
talking about it to their friends afterwards, or you'd
never see it in an Ealing comedy."
"Yes, I see what you mean. Ok, I’ll do my best but it
will be difficult for me."
I lay back down, and closed my eyes, and I tried to
think about the first night Michael had started
fumbling his hands all over my body.
"That's a good girl. Are you ready? I'm just going to
touch your nipples."
But he didn’t wait for my reply, I instantly felt his
finger tips stroking across my nipples, and at the same
time, he began to use his other hand to gently rub my
ear-lobe. Just these two stimulants would have been
enough, but now I felt his lips nipping my right
nipple.
It sent a sudden quiver through my body, more violent,
and penetrating than anything Michael had done on our
first night. It penetrated deep into my tummy, right
into my private place, and I felt it begin to tremble.
I thought maybe this trembling was fear, because my
private place associated someone touching my nipples,
with the pain of Michael thrusting himself into me.
Ian’s mouth was moving from nipple to nipple and back
again, and I felt my hips lifting from the bed.
Suddenly I realised I was supposed to tell him if his
touching was having an effect on me.
"I-I... I, you're..."
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?
END
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