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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then came the dreaded first night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he lifted his weight from me, and looked into my eyes.
“Well my darling. Did you like it?”
So that was it? The magical event? The thing boys go so crazy over? The thing that causes jealousy between girls who have been childhood companions? But how could I tell him it was a non event?
“Michael. You were wonderful. So gentle. I love you.”

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

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

But this time, when he regained his breath, he didn’t say a thing; he just turned over and was asleep in seconds. I lay there for a good half hour thinking and wondering; what was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I a real woman? What had made me so useless at sex? I had no idea, but one thing I knew for absolute sure; there was no way I would ever enjoy this kind of animal behaviour.
I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, and then went back to bed and cried. I knew sex was something men needed, I also knew most women learned to at least endure, and some to even enjoy it. But this could never be me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Slow down love. What has happened?”
“It’s my Michael, he’s fallen. He’s still up near the top of that hill,” I said as I pointed up.
“Ok love. Just take your time; lets get all the facts first. We’ll soon have him sorted for you,” this was the man who’d spoken first, and who appeared to be the one in charge.

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

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

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

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

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

So he went one way, and I closed myself into my bedroom, and stripped naked. I dried myself down, and then got out some clean dry clothes. Whilst I was busy pulling on my knickers, I heard the outside door opening.
“It’s only me.”
I recognised Ian’s voice, “Ok, I won't be long, I’m just getting dressed.”
“Ok love. Just take your time. While I’m waiting, I’ll pop the kettle on, I’m sure a nice hot cup of tea will do you the world of good.”
“Thank you. I’m sure you’re right, there is nothing like it to warm you up.”

Well I’d soon finished dressing, and I pushed back the partition doors, to open up the full compartment.
“Are, there you are. Teas in the cups, do you take sugar?”
“No thank you.”
“Milk?”
“Please.”
There you go then, that’s just what you need, something hot inside you.”

“Thank you, you’ve been ever so kind.”
“Don’t be silly, you drink that up, and then I’ll give you the once over, make sure you haven’t done any serious damage.”
“I’m sure there’s no need, I’m feeling better already.”
“Look Shirley my dear, last time I let you lead us up the hill, and that was against my better judgement, and look what happened. This time, I think you should listen to me. After all, if you are ok, its cost us nothing, but if I find something wrong, then the sooner we get you fixed the better. Agreed?”
“I guess so.”

“Well just so you know there’s nothing funny going on, I’ve set up my nanny-cam on the side cupboard over there, which will record everything that happens.”
“There’s no need for that is there?”
“I'm afraid there is. It's silly I Know, but these days, it’s something we have to do. You know, all these cases of women accusing doctors of improper conduct. And in any case, it is as much for you, everything I do is recorded, so it’s as safe as being back in the surgery with a nurse in attendance.”

“Ok, if we have to, but it feels very strange, the thought of you examining me, and it being recorded.”
“Don’t worry, I guarantee, once we get started, you’ll forget it’s even there. Speaking of which, I see you’ve finished your tea, so if you sit back over there on the bed, I’ll come and sit along side you.”

I sat on the bed, and he came across, but before he sat, he lent forwards towards me.
“Come on then, I’ll help you off with that jumper.”
His hands took hold of the hem of my woolly jumper, and I lifted my arms, as he pulled it up and over my head.

I was now sat in front of this stranger with just a bra covering my breasts. Still stood up, he leant over top of my head, and reached down to release the clip on my bra.
“Ok we’ll just help you off with this.”
He placed it to one side on the bed, and sat sideways along side me, bringing his left hand across to cup first my right, and then my left bust. He gently squeezed and fondled under, to the sides, and all around each breast. Asking as he did, “Is this hurting?”

“No, they’re a little sore, but you’re not hurting.”
“Ok, I’m just going to check if your sensory reactions have been damaged. Do you know what I mean by that?”
“No.”
“Ok, its simple really, you are married, so you’ll know there are parts of your body that react to being touched. You know what I mean now?”

Maybe I was married, and I guess he thought that would mean I’d be sexually experienced, but I’d only been made love to twice. I really had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’m not sure.”
“Ok, let me ask you this, when your Michael touches your nipples like this, does it start a tingling sensation anywhere?”

Michael had done this to me the first time in bed, and yes, I remember it made my nipples feel funny; it also made me feel funny down in my private place. So I replied.
“Yes.”
“Do you feel the tingling now?”
It felt a little weird having a stranger touching me, but it wasn’t making my nipples feel funny, or exciting my tummy like Michael had done, so my reply was.
“No. Not really.”

“That's not a good sign, but maybe it's just the ambience. Let me just try something else.”
He placed one hand in the middle of my back, one on my tummy, and said.
“Let’s just have you laid back onto the bed a minute.” Then as he moved his hands to lift my feet, which he placed tightly together on the bed, he said.
“And you’ll be more comfortable, if we lift your legs up.”
Then he walked across to collect his camera.
“I’ll just move this, its no good over there.”

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

As he re-arranged the way my skirt lay across my legs, thus preventing the camera from seeing up under it, he asked.
“Do you feel comfortable?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
And it was true, I felt in safe hands, not least, because of his little touch of placing my feet tightly together, and making sure my skirt was discreetly positioned to prevent the camera seeing more than necessary.
“Now I want you to trust me, because for this to work, you need to be fully relaxed. Do you trust me?”
Well up to now, this man and his friends, had been nothing but perfect gentlemen, and they’d done everything in their power to help me.
“Yes, of course I do.”

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

“Ok, close your eyes, and try to think erotic thoughts. Think of things like the first time your husband made love to you. It's important you let your mind wander. I will start by repeating what we've already tried, fondling your nipples. But if like last time, they don’t react, I’ll have to try licking and sucking them. If you feel them beginning to react, just tell me and I’ll stop. Now before we begin, are you sure you’re ok with me doing this to you?”
I was more than a little confused.
“I’ve never heard of a doctor needing to do this, are you sure it’s really necessary?”

He sat-up suddenly,
“Ok, you can get dressed then. I thought you said you trusted me?”
I could see I’d upset him, and I instantly felt as if I’d let him down, acting like a shy and silly school girl. It was then, still lying flat out on my back, that I caught a glancing view through the gap in the curtains. I froze for a second and stared at the massive rainbow encompassing the hill on the horizon where Michael was still awaiting his rescuers. It was like a giant halo, as if god had given me a sign, and I now knew this man was genuine, he’d only been trying to help me.
“No please. I trust you; it was just me being silly. It seemed a strange thing for a doctor to do.”
“I told you that, I said it would sound strange, but you’ve subjected yourself to a very unusual injury, and I need to make sure your nerves aren’t damaged. Can you imagine if you'd never seen a doctor hitting someone just below their knee-cap with a little hammer, wouldn't this seem peculiar to you? But just because its something everyone has seen, and knows is a genuine reaction test, nobody ever questions it. Well what I'm doing is just the same, but you'd hardly imagine anyone talking about it to their friends afterwards, or you'd never see it in an Ealing comedy.”

“Yes, I see what you mean. Ok, I’ll do my best but it will be difficult for me.”
I lay back down, and closed my eyes, and I tried to think about the first night Michael had started fumbling his hands all over my body.
"That's a good girl. Are you ready? I'm just going to touch your nipples."
But he didn’t wait for my reply, I instantly felt his finger tips stroking across my nipples, and at the same time, he began to use his other hand to gently rub my ear-lobe. Just these two stimulants would have been enough, but now I felt his lips nipping my right nipple.

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

Suddenly I realised I was supposed to tell him if his touching was having an effect on me.
“I. I. I. Your.”
My mouth kept opening, and I think I know what I wanted to say; but words wouldn’t come to my lips. I kept trying to get him to stop.
“Ple... Please. You’re. Please.”
“Relax my dear. Just let it flood over you.”
“Ohhhh god. Ohhh  pl...”
“It’s alright. Just let yourself go. I won't hurt you. Just let your body do what it wants.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn't even say words, let alone make sentences that were comprehensible.

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

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

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

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

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

As I opened my eyes I saw Ian looking down at me.
“How do you feel now?”
As I’ve just said, I was in an ecstatic trance, and I just blurted out.
“Oh Ian, was I alright?”
“I don’t need to answer that for you, do I?”
“Oh Ian. What did you do to me? That was so wonderful.”
“So I can take it from that, you’ve never had an orgasm before?”

I had heard of them years ago in uni, but it wasn’t something that any of my friends ever talked about, and I'd never heard the word for years. But going by Ian’s question, I guess that must have been what had just happened to me.
“No,”
I whispered, in a very embarrassed manner.
“Well Shirley, you certainly made up for that today. You’re a top class squirter.”

I guessed he was referring to the liquid that had come from my body when I’d began to spasm, and I suddenly felt so ashamed, it was like I’d pee’d myself.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mea...”
“Don’t you be sorry.”
He stopped me mid sentence,
“That was exactly what I hoped you’d do. We’ve just proved what we wanted to see. Your stimulation points are working fine, and you haven’t done any permanent damage to your breasts.”

“And in any case, I need to examine you down there next, so you would have had to take your skirt and knickers off anyway.”
And with me still lying flat out along the bed, he began to unbuckle my belt. I placed my hand on top of his, and he paused his unbuckling.
“Ian, are you sure this is necessary?”
He looked at me, giving me one of those superior looks men are good at.
“Have you still got any discomfort down there?”
As he asked, he looked down to my crotch area and nodded his head. Discomfort! Now the affect of the orgasm was subsiding, it was beginning to hurt like mad again.
“Yes.”
“Then you’d be a very silly girl to ignore it.”

There was a pause, as I still found the whole thing very embarrassing; then I asked.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course you can.”
“I do trust you, and I don’t want to upset you.”
“Come on ask away, I promise I won't get upset.”
“You said once you could tell I was getting aroused, you’d stop.”
“Normally I would have done, but it was so obvious from the way your body reacted, that you were, so to speak, sexually tense. It is always better in those circumstances to allow the patient to attain full satisfaction.”
“You promise me you’re not just...”
I hesitated, not finding the right words, but without me actually saying what I meant, he answered me.
“I give you my word. What I just did to you was strictly in accordance with medical practice and I’d have done exactly the same if we’d had a nurse in attendance.”

I lifted my hand from his, and he resumed unbuckling my belt. Then he reached to my side to unbutton the skirt. As I felt him tug, I lifted my hips to allow him to pull my skirt under my bottom. Next his fingers were into the waist-band of my knickers, and I once again lifted letting my knickers be removed. He lifted my left leg across, and turned it slightly, bringing the inside face of my leg uppermost.
“My god, you’ve messed this up a bit.”
I instantly thought he was referring to the bed covers, with all my liquid squirting, so I lifted myself up to my elbows to look. But he was referring to my left leg, and the long red scratches I’d made on it as I’d slid down the top rail of the gate.

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

“There we go. I think that’s the legs sorted, now for your vagina. Is it alright me using the medical term? It doesn’t offend you?”
“No, that’s ok.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“Well not really.”
“What do you call it then?”
“I’m not sure as I’ve ever had to call it anything; I guess if I had too, I’d say my private place.”

“Ok Shirley my dear you’re going to have to be very grown-up and brave about this next part. It’s essential that I give you and internal examination, and to do that, I’m going to ask you to let me lift your legs right up high to your shoulders, and then stretch them as wide as you can get them. We’d normally have a special couch for this with stirrups, so you could relax as much as possible. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to put your hands under your knees, to hold your legs up for me. Will you manage that for me?”
“I think so.”
I began to lift my legs.
“Whoa there. Not yet my dear, let me explain the whole procedure to you first. It’s embarrassing enough for you having to go through with this; I don’t want you to be like it for one second longer than absolutely necessary.”

I let my legs back down.
“Sorry I thought you meant now.”
“You don’t need to apologise my dear. I bet you’re a bundle of nerves?”
“Y yes. I am a bit on edge.”
“You have my word, once we get started, so long as you relax and trust me like last time, it’ll be over before you know it. Ok, once we get you in position, I’m going to be feeling all around what you call your little private place, outside and inside, and I’m even going to be feeling inside your bottom. This won't be anywhere near as bad as it sounds, thanks to your orgasm, you’re really well lubricated. So before we begin, you’re clear about what I’m going to do? And you’re ok with me doing it?”
I didn’t answer, I felt instinctively, that he was a man I could trust, and god had sent him to help both Michael and I in our hour of need. I looked into his eyes, and nodded.

“Ok then, let’s have them little legs up nice and high”
So I began to lift my legs, his hands took hold of my ankles, positioning them precisely where he wanted as he passed them into my hands.
“Ok my dear. Have you got them?”
So there I was; spread open for him to do as he wanted.
His hands were all over me, sliding up and along my slit, back down to my bottom, and as he’d said, pushing into my bottom. The whole of this area of my body was covered in wet slippy juices from my orgasm, so wherever his fingers moved towards, they just slid in, and up.

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

I guess he’d been examining me for about two minutes when he said, “There really isn’t anything to feel nervous about.”
“I I’m not.”
“I can tell you’re not relaxing my dear; and like the last test we just carried out; if you don’t relax, we’ll never see if your stimulation system is working. Tell you what, let your legs down from up there, and just let them fall open naturally. And then I’ll start back on your breasts, and then work down to your little private place. You just close your eyes.”

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

I fought off what appeared to be an involuntary bodily movement, attempting to keep my bottom firmly down on the bed. But as he’d now sensed my state of arousal, he moved from my breasts, and I felt his mouth come into contact with my front hole. His tongue began lapping up the length of my slit and then back down as far as my bottom hole. But when after a few exploratory licks, he lingered around the front of my slit, and started licking and sucking, I heaved up into his face with a violent thrust. He sucked all the harder, and I felt a thumb slip up my bottom, whilst two fingers began ramming in and out of my love hole. He continued poking, probing, licking, sucking and generally exploring and manipulating all of the lower part of my body. For my sake, I just let my body do as it wished, and went with whatever my reactions dictated.

I knew another squirting orgasm was about to explode, and I just let myself behave like a shameless animal. As my orgasm began, he gripped hard onto the top of my legs, clamping his face into my crotch. No matter how I writhed about, he stuck to me like a limpet, drinking as much of my juices as he could get down.

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

He smiled, “Well my dear. You can be sure of one thing, that secret place of yours is in perfect working order, just like your breasts.”
His face was covered with my juice, but he had the biggest smile I’d ever seen, and for some stupid reason I can't explain, I said,
“You look happy.”
“Well my little Shirley, I could say the same for you. But you’re right, I am happy. It’s not every day I get a vicar’s wife to cum in my mouth.”
“Oh god, you mean that was all a trick?”
“No, of course not. You know I was just making sure everything was working after your fall. And that massage I’ve just given you, I bet it’s taken nearly all the pain from in between your legs?”

Well he was right about that, the ‘massage’ as he called it, had relaxed and relieved what had been a very painful ache I’d had in my crotch.
“Yes, it does feel better.”
“So the fact you’ve just cum twice in less than twenty minutes, and I’ve had the pleasure of drinking your cum directly from your pussy, that is just a bonus.”
Feeling very embarrassed, I asked.
“Can I get myself cleaned up now?”
“Of course you can. But before you do I want you to just take this.”

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

“Open up, its only one little lick.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t you worry what it is, the doctor says to lick it up, so be a good girl.”
I took hold of his hand, and wiped his finger across my tongue, and licked it into my mouth. It was a little salty, but not nasty to taste.
“Well did it taste ok?”

“Yes, what was it?”
“It’s just a muscle relaxant, but you could do with a bigger dose than that.”
“Have you got anymore?”
“There’s a little left in a tube, but I think you’ll have to suck it out, while I hold the tube.”
“Where is it?”
He pulled his zipper down, and pulled out his big erect penis.
“Come on my little beauty, open up your mouth.”
As he said it he rammed his penis towards my face, and as I attempted to pull back, his hand on the back of my head pulled me forwards.

As the sticky wet end of his penis pressed against my lips, it forced its way into contact with my teeth. I stupidly attempted to protest, and as my teeth parted, his penis entered; preventing any words escaping.
“Suck it you bitch. Suck!”
But try as I might to pull away, he was too strong. I never even thought of biting it, and he pumped my mouth for nearly a minute before I managed to get it out.

“You dirty sod. I’m going to tell my Michael. Get off me you dirty man.”
“Calm down you silly girl, it was only my fucking dick, it wasn’t like I tried to poison you.”
“I’ll get you struck-off. I’ll tell them you raped me.”
“Don’t be silly, it’s all on camera, you agreed to everything. And as for struck off, struck off what? I’m not a doctor. I’m a plumber.”
“Why. You tricked me. I hate you. I’m sure my Michael will be able to get you into trouble with the police.”

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

“Anyway, what harm has been done, you’ve just had your first orgasms, you should really be thanking me, not getting all upset.”
“But you tricked me. I thought you were a doctor.”
“But doctor or not, did you have two orgasms?”
“Well yes but...”
“But nothing, you were on cloud nine? And be honest, you liked the taste of my dick?”

“No I didn’t. You forced that on me. How could you do that? That was horrible.”
“You didn’t say that when you licked the cum from my finger.”
“But I thought you were giving me some kind of medicine.”
“And so I was. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop acting like a silly school-girl, and you’ll get my dick back into your mouth, and get yourself a nice big dose of it.”

“Don’t be so foul. I promise you, I don’t care if you are trying to blackmail me with that dirty video you’ve taken, I’m going to tell my Michael, and we’ll get you arrested.”
“You still don’t understand how silly you sound. Do you? Do you think your Michael will still be allowed to stay in the church, once the bishop and all your local congregation has seen you performing? I can guarantee you, the second Michael sees you behaving like a sex crazed whore, he’ll be on the phone to a solicitor, and the divorce papers will be written-up and ready to sign by the time he gets to the solicitors office.”

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

“You can say what you like, I know my Michael, and he will believe me, not you or anything you’ve got on that video.”
“It’s your choice my dear.”
And with that he began to get himself dressed. Then while dressing he looked out of the window and said.
“But you’ll only have yourself to blame when this all goes wrong. And if I was you, I’d look-sharp and get some clothes on, looks like my colleagues are just getting the stretcher over that gate right now, so they’ll be here soon. Just remember, I offered you an easy way out, one where your Michael would have been none the wiser.”

I rapidly began to clean myself up, and get into some fresh clothes. But all the time I was wondering what would happen when they arrived back with Michael.
“What are you going to say when my Michael gets here?”
“I’m just going to play my nanny-cam back through that TV of yours, so your Michael, and of course, my friends can watch everything that’s just happened.”
“But my Michael will see you tricked me.”

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

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

I knuckled-under and decided it would be easier to just let him get away with his foul deception.
“Ok you win. I won't tell Michael, so long as you don’t show him the video.”
“Too late my dear. If you’d just given my dick a little suck. A minute would have done to show your appreciation for my help in bringing you to your first orgasm. But as it is, I’ll take pleasure in watching his face when he sees you on screen. And your face when he goes ballistic. Then I’ll make money selling the video on line.”

“Please don’t, I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut the mustard. Are you willing to prove it?”
“How? They’ll be at the door any second.”
“I’ll keep quiet on one condition.”
“What?”
“I want your knickers off. Now!”
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. I just want to know you’re walking around in here without any knickers on.”

As he finished speaking, they arrived at the other side of the door, and one of them knocked.
“KNOCK. KNOCK.”
I pulled my knickers down, and was looking around for somewhere to hide them. Ian took them from my hand with his left, as his right one was busy opening the door. Stood outside were two men either ends of a stretcher, and the third one carrying all their ropes and gear.

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

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

“Michael dear, are you alright? Is it hurting bad?”
“I’ll be ok. It is hurting, but thanks to these Samaritans, it’ll soon be taken care of. Are you ok?”
“Oh yes, I’m fine. I would have come back up with them, to help them find you, but I stupidly fell climbing that gate.”
As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted saying anything. Why I’d told him that I have no idea, he didn’t need to know anything about me being hurt.

“Oh my darling. Were you hurt badly?”
I rapidly tried to back track, making out it was nothing.
“No. Just shaken up, and a bit bruised.”
“Has this gentleman looked at it for you?”
He said looking at Ian. I’d backed myself into a corner now, and only lies would get me out.
“No, there’s no need.”

“Don’t be a silly girl. These men are medically trained. They’ve strapped my ankle up, and given me a full once-over to check for any other problems. I’m sure Terry or Roy would be only too glad to check you out.”
“Sure thing Michael, we’ll take her into the back compartment.”
“There you are my dear, looks like you’ll have the attention of two medical men, you are privileged.”

Then turning to Terry,
“If you need any privacy for the examination, the partition door can be brought across to close that end off.”
“Well she did fall heavily with her crotch onto the top rail of that iron gate, so we will need to give her an internal.”
Michael almost swallowed his own tongue, and the gulp noise he made was noticeable.

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

It was only when Terry turned around from closing the partition, that I saw he had the dreaded camcorder in his hand.
“Right Shirley, it is Shirley? Isn’t it?”
He spoke in a soft voice, obviously not wanting my Michael to hear him.
“Yes it is. But you can forget using that. And don’t think I’m going to let either of you examine me.”
“Oh I see. It’s like that is it? Well in that case, we might as well open the partition, and you can explain to your husband why you don’t want to be examined, while he watches Ian’s camera work. I know he scored, he gave me the nod as soon as we walked in.”

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

“Ok. I’ll let you examine me, but if you touch me like Ian did, I won't be able to keep silent.”
“But we will.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you suck Ian’s dick?”
“No.”
“What and he hasn’t shown your husband the video? I’d better make some excuse to get him in here to find out what’s going on.”

I really didn’t want Michael’s suspicion arousing, so I quickly said.
“No please, there's really no need. We ran out of time, I would have done it, but he said if I took my knickers off, he wouldn’t tell about the video.”
A big smile appeared on his face, and he lifted the hem of my skirt up. Then Roy reached across and lifted my left leg up and to the side; so they could now both see my love hole.
“Sweet. Can't wait to get my lips around that cunt of yours.”

We were still talking in soft tones, but even so, I felt like my Michael knew what was going on.
“Get laid back on the bed, and I’ll get astride you. You can suck my dick first. And when it cums, don’t you dare spill any, you swallow the fucking lot, or you’ll be in trouble.”
He didn’t sound like he was a man to mess with, so I was soon on my back, sucking his massive hard penis as it rammed in and out of my mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s this?”
I asked as I held the wire, not daring to pull on it.
Terry answered, “That’ll be ok left in there for now. We’ll put the battery pack into a waist belt for you.”
“But what is it? Why can't you take it out?”
“Don’t worry about it; it’s only a little stimulator. Something we can use to remind you who is in charge.”

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

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

I could see by Michael’s face, he looked more than a little concerned, and ignoring what Terry had said, he look directly at me, from where he lay, still strapped tightly onto the stretcher.
“Are you ok? They didn’t do anything improper to you?”
The last thing I wanted to do was to get him upset, or provoke Ian into showing the video, so out came another lie.
“No dear, of course not. They just examined me, and massaged me with some cream.”

I then tried to change the subject.
“Don’t you think you could undo the straps now, and let Michael sit up?”
Ian answered, “As I’ve just explained to Michael, its all part of these modern rules and regulations we have to keep to. We both know it's silly, but the powers-that-be insist we keep the injured party strapped into the stretcher whilst in transit, it’s like wearing a seat belt.”
“But surely he doesn’t need to be trust down so tightly?”
“Sorry my dear, but they'd crucify me if, god forbid, we had a crash, and he wasn’t adequately restrained.”

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

“Shirley. What’s wrong? My god what’s happening to her?”
Called Michael from where he lay.
Roy was sat alongside me, his arms around my shoulder, making sure I didn’t actually slip into a heap on the floor. But it was Terry who answered Michael.
“Don’t get worried reverend. It’s just the inter-vaginal relaxant. It’s set to go through a sequence of internal massages, to help disperse the bruising. Don’t worry; we’ll slip it out once we get to the hospital. It is the quickest and simplest method of relieving her bruising. We wouldn’t use it if she was in public. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to see your wife reacting like this in front of strangers, but as we are all medical men, and you’re her husband, I thought it the best treatment for her condition.”

I heard his words, but I was too far gone to react to them in any way. Michael must have heard him, but the look on his face showed he didn’t really believe the answer. But strapped into the stretcher like that, what could he do?

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

“For god’s sake! What are you doing to her?”
“Calm down reverend, just watch. The program is almost at the end of its cycle. If your little lady runs to form, she’ll be letting off steam any second now.”
I think Michael was either at a loss for words, or just realised what ever he said would be ignored, and he was powerless to prevent what was taking place. Whatever the case, he just kept silent and watched with the other three while I heaved and eventually began to squirt my love juices from my pulsing love hole.

As I began to come back to my normal self, the guilt poured back with a vengeance, knowing I’d just done that with Michael watching. But Michael was trying to make sense of it, and asking questions.
“Do you really expect me to believe that was necessary?”
“Well yes sir. I do. I can assure you there is no easier, simpler, or better way of relieving the muscle bruising your good lady has sustained. And yes like I said, you wouldn’t want to see her having to go through that kind of performance in public, but, you’re her husband, so I’m sure she will be no more embarrassed having you watching than she would with us medics.”

“I’m sorry, but as much as I appreciate your help in getting me down from the moors, and giving my foot the first aid treatment, I’m going to have to report everything I’ve seen you do to my wife, the second we arrive at the hospital.”
“I would expect nothing less sir. And I can assure you of our fullest cooperation. You can have a copy of the video footage we’ve taken, that shows exactly what has taken place during all the examinations your wife has undergone.”

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

“So you have that last little episode with my wife on video?”
“We sure do.”
“And what happens to all these videos you take?”
“We keep them in case of future accusations. I’ve got hundreds of them in my safe.”
“That sounds very dubious.”
“It’s a necessary precaution these days. You’re not the first husband to question a medical examination or treatment.”

Michael appeared to be slightly less agitated now, but I'm sure he wasn't totally convinced.
“So you assure me there is absolutely no other way of helping my wife without using that thing inside her.”
“I didn’t say that, I said I believe that to be far the best way, there is a hand held stimulation rod. She’s about due to have another treatment, would you like me to try that this time instead.”

I could see Michael was completely at a loss to know what to believe, or what to do for the best.
“Shirley my dear, what do you think, are you happy to let them continue with this treatment?”
I, of course knew, that their whole pretence was just that, a total sham. And even though they might have saved my Michael using genuine medical knowledge; this so called treatment in progress was just a sexually motivated deception. But if I told Michael this, I thought it might just make things worse, so once again I lied.
“I I don’t really know, they appear to be genuine.”
“Well would you rather they try that other way he just mentioned, or are you ok with that thing doing that to you?”
I knew what ever way they chose to arouse me would be as bad as the next, but I was about to choose the other method, just to please Michael.
“If you think it might be less ... oh god. Ohhhh yes. Ohhhhh...”
The vibration had resumed, and I was no longer able to communicate.

“Look my man; can't you stop that thing for a minute?”
“I would, but I’m afraid it is important to keep to her regular massage timetable. Just then the camper-van stopped, we’d pulled into a deserted road-side car park. The driver Jamie joined the others in the back.
“Why have we stopped?” asked Michael.
“Cos I want to see this wife of yours performing. Getting you to the hospital is way down on my priority list,” answered Jamie. Ian chipped in.
“Anyway reverend, its maybe a good thing Jamie has joined us. What I mean is, all of us have some medical training, but Jamie here has specialist knowledge of the female side of things.”
Terry turned to Jamie, “Have you any particular treatment you think might be more suitable?”

“Well in my opinion, we’d be better to get her back onto the bed in the back. And I’ll get my box of gadgets.”
“There you are reverend, I knew Jamie would come up trumps. Ok lads; give me a hand to get the lovely lady back onto the bed.”

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

The three of them helped me back into the bedroom, carrying me on my back, with legs wide open, my hips still pumping up and down. As soon as I was laid out along the bed, Jamie said.
“It’ll be more sensible to strip her.”
With that, my legs were lifted, and they began to undo and take down my skirt.
“What are you doing that for?”
Called Michael from the other end of the van.

The three of them continued, ignoring Michael’s question. But once I was naked, Jamie walked down to where Michael was and knelt down beside him.
“I know all this must appear a bit unusual, but I assure you, it is necessary. If it’ll ease your mind, I’ll get them to take you down nearer to the bed and prop your stretcher up, so you can see exactly what we’re doing. Would you like that?”
Michael replied with a begrudging, “I guess so.”

Michael was brought down near the bed, and his stretcher propped up so he could see everything, and he was only a yard or so from the edge of the bed.
“There you are reverend, from there you’ll be able to see her little pussy squirting when she cums.”
“Come-on now Roy, lets be professional about this. It’s her vagina, and I’m sure the reverend has seen her orgasm many times.”

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

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

“Right rev. I want you to watch your wife’s pussy very closely. As I pull this vibrating bulb out of her, it’ll drive her nuts, and her pussy is likely to give a squirt or two.”
Michael had now obviously come to the conclusion these men were just using me for their pleasure.
“Look here you charlatans, if you don’t stop this fiasco now, you’ll all be spending a long term behind bars.”
“Don’t be silly reverend. You know we’ve videoed everything we’ve done, and everything has been done with your wife’s consent. Now you just calm down, relax, and watch the show your little lady is about to put on.”

“I’ll make sure you all go to jail if it the last thing I do.”
“That’s up to you, but if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll tape your mouth shut, and stick you on the floor at the other end of the van.”
“Ok you’ve got the better of me now, and I’ll keep quiet; but mark my words, you’ll regret touching my wife.”
“Ok rev, so long as that’s your last word on the subject, you can stay and watch the show.”

“Ok boys, it show time! And Terry, make sure you keep panning back to get a close-up of her face, we want the people to know just how much the little slut is loving it.”
All this time while my Michael had been arguing, I’d been under the influence of this vibrating bulb, so by now I was well and truly thrusting my hips up and down. And my pussy as these men like to call it was also throbbing hard.

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

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

Now as I calmed down, Michael asked calmly.
“Right, now you've all had your fun, and humiliated both my wife and I, will you please let her get dressed and let us continue to the hospital?”
It was Ian who answered him.
“It’s like this reverend, you want taking to hospital. But the minute we get there, you say you’re going to report us for misconduct, and launch an inquiry into our treatment of your good lady. But one thing you haven’t done is ask your lady wife, if she feels our treatment has been improper or unnecessary.”

“What do you mean? You don’t for one second think my wife likes being abused in such a vulgar manner?”
“Before I answer that, did we rescue you from that rock face?”
“You know you did, but th...”
“But nothing, just answer my questions. Has any of the treatment you’ve received been improper?”
“No. I said before, I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me. But...”
“I said just answer the questions. Ok let’s ask Shirley. Well Shirley, did you hurt yourself in your crotch area?”
“You know I did. I fell onto the top rail of the big gate.”
“I know that, what I’m doing is explaining to your husband what the plain facts of your current situation are. Now, does the vibration stimulus device temporarily reduce the pain?”
“Yes, it takes it away completely, but it comes back again once the affects have worn off.”
“That was going to be my next question, but when it comes back is it worse or better than before?”
“Better, not so intense.”
“So each treatment reduces its severity.”
“It seams to.”
“So I think we can say what we are doing is helping you?”
“I suppose so.”
Then Michael interrupted, his patience had been pushed too far.
“Never mind all that nonsense, you can't for one minute expect me to believe you’re doing that to my wife to make her feel better.”

“Nonsense is it? Are you so bigoted in your beliefs; that you don’t listen to what your own wife is telling you?”
“You’re just trying to cloud the issue with irrelevant rubbish.”
“But that's just your opinion; it’s your wife who is suffering the pain, and it’s your wife who we are treating, so surely she should have a say in the matter? Come on Shirley, let’s hear your views. When we get to the hospital; would you prefer to have an investigation into your treatment, which would involve you being examined yet again by more doctors? Then a panel of experts looking at the videos of you undergoing the treatment we've administered. And finally you will have to sit in front of this panel of strangers to hear them give their decision. So do you think your husband should report us?”
I knew they were as Michael had said, just charlatans, but equally, no, maybe more weighted was Ian’s argument, I didn’t want the investigation and all that went with it. So, even with the knowledge that Michael would feel betrayed, I still sided with Ian.
“Please Michael; if they get going now, so you can get to hospital to get your foot seen-to; let’s just forget all that has happened here.”

Michael spoke up, but I could detect the anger and frustration in his voice.
“Ok. Ok. There was no need to have laboured the point; my wife was hardly going to say she wanted all that intrusive attention. But the fact still remains, I don’t believe what you’ve been doing to my wife was recognised medical treatment.”
“So now you’re the expert on the medical treatments used to treat women's problems?”
“Of course not. But there’s no point in arguing, let’s just get going. The sooner we get to the hospital, the sooner we’ll see the back of you villains.”
“And we have your word as a man of god, that when we get you there, there will be no mention of your wife’s treatment?”
“Yes. You lot don’t deserve to get away with it. And I’m sure my wife is practicing her Christian beliefs, and forgiving those who trespass against her in a more resolute manner than I could ever do. But if she wishes to let this drop, then providing we get underway now, I will abide by her will.”

“Ok lads, looks like everybody’s happy, so let’s get the show on the road. Who’s gonna take the next turn at the wheel?”
“Ok, I’ll miss her next show,” answered Roy, as he got to his feet.
“What do you mean next show? There’s not going to be any more of that disgusting behaviour.”
Roy had ignored Michael’s protest, and was now in the driver’s seat, and within seconds the engine was running, and we were off.
Ian looked at Michael and said.
“Are you saying you want your wife to suffer the pain?”
“Don’t be so stupid, or is it that you think I’m stupid? If you are as you claim medically trained, you must have painkillers of some kind you can give her.”
“I see; you still think you're an expert on the medical treatments used to treat women's problems? Well Mr know-it-all; do you have any idea just how strong the dosage of a normal painkiller needs to be to subdue the vaginal nervous system?”
“Of course not.”

“I bet your good lady has. Ok Shirley, have you ever suffered period pains?”
I felt embarrassed about answering, and I began to blush.
“Come on love, it’s a common enough problem.”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever tried Aspirin or any other normal painkiller?”
“Yes, but they don’t really help.”
“There you are Rev. without me prompting her. I’d have to give her a dangerous dosage, to even dull the pain. It takes very specially developed blockers to do any good at all. And as we don’t carry that kind of drug, using your good lady’s natural pain blocker is obviously the safest and most sensible method. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Michael didn’t reply, he looked up at me, as if to ask my opinion. But by now, maybe prompted by all this talk about my pain, it had returned, and was making me feel very uncomfortable. Ian instantly picked-up on my distress.
“Can’t you see she’s in pain right now? She was due for more treatment ten minutes ago.”
Michael looked bewildered, as he asked.
“Are you ok my dear?”
“It's hurting a little, but if you don’t think these men are behaving properly, then I’m prepared to suffer the pain until we get to the hospital. If it still as bad then, I’ll get the doctors there to examine me.”
“See. My wife doesn’t want you lecherous beasts anywhere near her.”
“You pompous self-indulgent ass! Can’t you see the pain she’s in, but for the sake of your pride, she’s prepared to suffer. And you like the spineless creature you are, are prepared to let her. If you were a real man, you’d ask her outright, which she’d prefer, pain or the minor embarrassment of our treatment.”
Michael again looked my way, and as he did, I felt a sudden twinge of pain. It must have showed on my face.
“Is it getting worse?”

Had I done that deliberately to push Michael into letting these men abuse me again? I knew these arousals were taking the hurt away, even if it was just because every fibre of my body was being stimulated with sexual hormones! And I guess I have to admit, I’d never before experienced pleasure like these men were giving me. But could I be using my minor injury to deceitfully manoeuvre Michael into a corner?
I replied, “A little.”
Ian butted in.
“Be a man, ask her.”
Michael looked first at Ian with a scowl on his face, and then turning to me, looking totally out of his depth.
“Well?”
“I’ll do what ever you want.”
“No dear. Maybe he's right, perhaps I am being selfish, after all you're the only one who knows just how painful it is.”
“I’m sorry Michael, but what they do to me does help.”
“There you are; I thought as much.”
Gibed Ian.

“Don’t gloat, just get on with it. And once you’ve treated her, you leave her alone until she asks you.”
Michael was still propped up, and I was sitting on the bed, still naked. Ian came and sat alongside me, and with his arm around my shoulder, he looked across at Michael.
“The old-man likes giving his orders, doesn’t he?”
I couldn’t side with Ian, so I just ignored his jibe.
“It’s like that is it? Ok, if you’re gonna get all high and mighty; let’s see how you get on without our help.”
I looked at him inquisitively, not knowing what he meant.
“Get on with it, there’s the box of toys, lets see what you can do?”

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

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”
I stopped, both hands frozen into that humiliating position, while I looked across towards Ian.
“What?”
“Well my dear, its up to you, of course, but before I’d ever try to insert anything into such a lovely tight little pussy like yours, I’d always make sure it was fully aroused, and producing lots of that wonderful juice to lubricate it. Otherwise, it will hurt like hell. Oops, sorry vicar. I meant it will hurt like crazy, and could even tear your delicate pussy lining. And another small thing, you haven’t turned it on yet.”
“Turned it on?”
“The vibrator, its battery powered, and it’s called a vibrator, because when you turn it on it vibrates.”

I lifted this thing I now knew as a vibrator, up from in between my thighs, and looked all around it. Sure enough, on the flat end of it was a little switch. I slid it across, and almost dropped the bloody thing as it suddenly began to vibrate in my hand. I must have looked so silly; I didn’t know what to do with it, or where to put it.
“Ok Shirley, either you’re one hell of an actress, or you’re the most naive girl I’ve ever met.”
At this point he got to his feet, and stood in direct line of sight between me and Michael, preventing either of us seeing each other.
“You don’t like doing this by yourself, do you?”
Ian must have known that just having Michael looking whilst I answered was intimidating, and maybe could be affecting my response. I didn’t use words, but I shook my head to indicate ‘No’.
“Do you want us to arouse you like before?”
I nodded to indicate ‘Yes’, but my lips also mouthed the words silently with a ‘Please’ tagged onto it.

“Ok boys; let’s take this little lady to heaven.”
And as he moved to one side, so Michael and I once again could see each other.
“Oh by the way Shirley, I guess you’d better tell your hubby what your answers were, I don’t want him accusing us of doing anything against your will.”
“I’m sorry Michael; with all of you watching it’s just too embarrassing doing it to myself.”
“Don’t you apologise my dear. If these men were genuine, and those things were necessary, they’d have given you your privacy, and let you ease your own pain.”
“Are you serious? If we’d have done that, by now she’d be in unbearable agony. Its seems almost impossible to believe you two have been married for over six months, your poor little wife doesn’t have the first idea about foreplay.”
Michael looked completely confused, it was obviously the first time he’d heard the word. But I guess I must have looked just as silly, as I had no idea what Ian was talking about either.

“Come on then Shirley, are you ready?”
I looked at Michael, and mouthed the word sorry, then turning to Ian.
“Do you want me to lie back on the bed?”
“That’s what I call a good little girl. You lie back and try to relax. Ok boys, we’ll take it in turns, lets show her what each of these little toys can do for a girl.”
Terry replied first.
“Ok. I’ll start the ball rolling if you like; I’ll show her what the ‘Gold Finger’ can do.”
And with that he picked up the gold vibrator I’d just had in my hand. He turned it back on again, and kind of waved it around in front of my face, like he was holding a light sabre off star wars.

“Close your eyes my little one.”
I closed my eyes, and I felt him take hold of my right hand. He turned my palm uppermost, and stroked the vibrating toy across my palm. My body shook! All he’d done was to stroke my palm, and I’d suddenly gone hot all over and my tummy began to pound. He whispered into my ear so softly; with his lips almost touching my ear.
“Good girl.”
His hot breath on my ear was in-itself exciting, but hearing his words of encouragement just amplified the excitement.
He slowly moved the vibrator from my palm, over my wrist, up the inside of my arm. As I felt the sensations getting ever nearer my body, or to be more precise, approaching my breasts, my nipples began to tingle. His words were still falling on my ear, soft and gentle carried on his hot breath. But it wasn’t what he was saying that fuelled my desire; it was the occasional touch of his lips on my earlobe. Each touch sending such a vibrant pulse through my body, and each pulse exploded like a firework in the sky. But these explosions were deep inside my pussy, causing a spasm like thrust, as it pulsed open.

This heavenly trance was broken, not suddenly, but like someone had walked in on a dream, with a gradual reality creeping in and bringing me down to earth.
“Ok Terry, I think you’ve had your turn.”
At first I couldn’t understand what was happening, but as I heard Terry answer, my true situation came flooding back, and I realised it had been Ian who’d been talking.
“Ohh come on. I’ve hardly even touched her yet.”
“That’s as maybe, but look at her. Her cunt is pouting like Marilyn Munro’s lips on a photo shoot. Another minute and she’ll be squirting cum in all directions.”
Now there was a battle going on, not just the battle of words between Ian and Terry, but knowing the reality of my situation, my arousal had just deflated, like someone sticking a knife into a tyre. But as terry was determined to carry on with his stimulation, he’d now run the length of my arms, encircled my breast, and was caressing my right nipple with his ‘Gold Finger’ vibrator. And if my arousal was that tyre deflating through a knife hole, Terry was pumping air back in at such a rate, he was beginning to win.

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

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

Michael was first to speak.
“Are you finished now?”
I got up and went to where he was laid, his stretcher propped up so he’d been able to witness the whole thing, I knelt at his side, put my hand on his cheek.
“Oh Michael, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“Don’t say any more. The sooner this is all over the better.”
I kissed his lips, but as my lips left his, he angrily snapped.
“Enough. We don’t want that kind of behaviour in front of these animals.”
“Sorry. I just...”
“Enough.”
I got to my feet feeling very dejected, knowing I’d upset Michael, I turned and walked back to the bed, picked up my skirt, stepped into it, and began to pull it up.

Ian spoke.
“You heartless sod. Was there any need to treat her like that? For gods sake man all she did was to kiss you. And it shows how much you care about her; you haven’t even asked her if her pain is any easier.”
“Why don’t you keep your nose out, you’re not worried about her feeling pain. All you animals are interested in is getting some kind of perverted sexual pleasure by abusing her.”
By now I had my bra and blouse back on, and all I needed was my knickers, which Ian had in his pocket. Being as our normal weekend expeditions are nothing like this one, I only bring two spare pairs. As I’d changed into my first spare after getting wet, and then with Ian’s help cum in them, the pair in his pocket was my only clean one. I caught Ian’s eye, and asked.
“Can I have my knickers please?”
He pulled them from his pocket, and handed them to me.
“I can't see why you need to put them on; we’ll be upending you again in a few minutes.”
Michael gave Ian a look of death, but said nothing. Terry held up a latex penis, slightly smaller than the one Jamie had been using on my mouth. In fact, thinking back to when Terry was ramming his real penis into my mouth I’d guess this imitation one wouldn’t be far off being the same size. As he made some vulgar thrusting movements with it, he asked Michael.
“What’s wrong rev? Did you think that was her last show?”

“Please Ian, I’m begging you, can’t you let Michael out of that stretcher until we get to the hospital?”
“I’m sorry love, I explained earlier.”
“I know what you said, but surely, he doesn’t have to be trust down so tightly?”
Terry had unzipped his fly, and now had his erect penis in his hand as he asked.
“If we agreed to release him would you agree to a fuck?”
Michael almost choked as he spat out the words.
“You filthy animal! Shirley my dear, don’t even answer him.”
Ian looked at me, and then putting his arm around my shoulder.
“Come down here a minute.”
He walked me from the bedroom area, along towards the driving area, and stopped just behind the driver’s seat. The other two had followed, closing off the bedroom with Michael still in there. I was standing with my bottom pressed up against the sink unit, with the three men in a semi-circle facing me. Michael was protesting furiously in the bedroom, but it was only noise in the background, and we couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Ian asked.
“Well?”
“No, I couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“You can hear Michael.”
“We don’t want to fuck Michael.”
“Please. You know I’ve let you do those things to me, please don’t ask me to do this?”
“Let us? What are you saying? It wasn’t to ease your pain?”
“Well yes it does, but you know I’m doing it to keep you from using that video.”
“And because you like the feeling it gives you?”
I felt my face get hot as I blushed bright red.
“No.”
“You’re lying.”

Terry butted in.
“Enough of this talking, tell her either she does it willingly, or we’ll fuck her anyway, and then post the video on the net.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Why not? All we need to do, is to get that cunt of yours pulsing again, and you’ll fuck like a good’n.”
“I I won't let you touch me again.”
“You silly bitch, we can take you back there by force, and once we get you going, you’ll fuck without a struggle. Then we cut the video with one of your earlier performances, to show you giving consent, and bobs your uncle.”

Ian put his hand up to Terry’s mouth, and then said.
“Ok Shirley, we don’t need to go down that road do we?”
“You wouldn’t do that would you?”
“I’m trying to be nice, but you have to help me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what terry just said was right?”
“Which part?”
“Once you’re hot, you won't care who is fucking you.”
“Please don’t say that.”
“Why isn’t it true?”
“It makes me sound so, I don’t know, slutty or cheap.”
“Don't be silly, it just means you’re normal. In fact, I’d go as far as to say, what I’ve seen of you so far, you’re special. Now I’ll ask again, do you think you’ll have the will to fight us off.”
I hung my head in shame, and whispered.
“No.”

“So cards on the table. You know we're gonna fuck you either one way or the other?”
I nodded.
“Answer please, the camera is still running.”
I’d forgotten that bloody camera.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry my dear, but I want you to say the words.”
“Please don’t do this to me.”
“Do what.”
“Humiliate me like this. If you’re going to, you know, just do it. There’s no need to make me feel so dirty.”
“Ok, one question, and if you answer with the words I tell you, then we won't ask you anything else. Can we fuck you? You answer, ‘I give you all my permission to have sexual intercourse with me’. Is that acceptable language for you?”
What he and terry had said was right, I knew that one way or another, all of these men would make love to me, but I just thought maybe I could use the fact they wanted my permission, to get Michael untied.

“I’ll agree, but there are conditions.”
Terry snapped.
“Fuck her conditions; let’s just get her on that bed.”
Ian came in calmly.
“Steady on there Terry. Let’s hear what she wants.”
“You have to release Michael.”
“No problem there, but we have to fuck you first. Otherwise he’ll be going berserk.”
I couldn’t believe it, he'd agreed instantly. Yes I know he just said they wouldn’t do it before they'd made love to me; but I could understand his reasoning on that. Now what else did I want? I racked my brain; the video, I wanted that back as soon as they’d finished, you know, loving me.
“Ok, but I have your word you will release him once you’ve all, you know?”
“You have it, is that all?”
“No, one more thing, once you’ve all finished, I want the video.”
“And then hubby can go to the police? Don’t be silly. You get the video once we’ve left the hospital, and we know he hasn’t called the police.”

I hadn’t thought that one through, I could see now that there was no way they dare let me have it before Michael had been admitted, and they knew we hadn’t made any complaints.
“So my dear, face the camera, and say the magic words. ‘I give you all my permission to have sexual intercourse with me’.”
“Before I do, promise me I can trust you?”
“You can trust us. We’ll give you the fucking of a lifetime.”
“Please don’t be like that.”
“If you didn’t think you could trust us, you wouldn’t even be considering this. Now let’s hear the magic words.”
“Ok. I’ll let you all have sex with me.”
Terry came in quickly.
“We've already had sex with you, you silly bitch. That’s what all that poking and touching was. What we want now is to fuck the arse off you.”
“Now terry, don’t get her frightened. Come on Shirley, I tried to make it easy, giving you the right words. But being as Terry has such a velvet tongue, and such a mastery of the English language, what is your answer to what he just said?”

Feeling very timid, and my mannerism showing it, I replied.
“I’m sorry, that was what I meant.”
“So to quote Terry, ‘What we want now is to fuck the arse off you’, can we?”
“Yes.”
“There we go lads, a nice consent given straight to camera.”
Jamie spoke, which was very unusual.
“It’s no good.”
Ian turned to him.
“What do you mean?”
“If she goes back on it, or the vicar gets upset, then they could say we frigged the video to make it look like she was agreeing. She has to say the words.”
Ian spoke in a frustrated tone.
“For fucks sake! Look Shirley, we’ll be hear all fucking day at this rate, just say the words, to keep them happy.”
Even I was ready to say anything to get this over with.
“I give you...”
Terry butted in.
“Fuck that! Say my words. You can all fuck the arse off me.”
Ian stepped in.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Well I say there is, who the fuck does she think she is anyway, she’s got a cunt, and like it or not, she fucks like any bitch.”

Ian looked at me, with eyes that almost pleaded.
“Just to keep him happy? Please.”
I plucked up all my courage, and could hardly believe my ears.
“You can all fuck my arse. I mean, oh god. I’ll let you all fuck the arse off me."
Ian looked first at Terry, then Jamie.
"Now are you satisfied?”
Terry answered.
“Too fucking right we are, let’s get her into that bedroom.”
Ian looked at me, do you want us to move your old man down this end while we fuck you?”
“No, he’ll hear what you’re doing; I’ve somehow got to explain to him why I’m letting you. And then it’s up to him if he wants to see me or not.”
“The best idea, is tell him the truth, you’re doing it to save his job. What greater declaration of love can a girl give to a man than to fuck total strangers to save her husbands career?”

I didn’t answer, but I let him usher me with his arm around my shoulder, back into the bedroom compartment which the other two had already opened up. As Michael saw us coming back, he asked.
“Are you alright my dear, they haven’t touched you while they had you out there?”
“I’m alright, and no, they didn’t touch me. But I have something to tell you.”
Ian spoke.
“Are you sure, I’ll tell him for you, if you want.”
“Oh thank you. I’m sorry Michael, but please listen to everything Ian has to say before you judge me too harshly.”

I won't repeat it all, but Ian explained to Michael what I’d just agreed to let them do and why. Michael listened, and his face grew blacker and blacker. By the time Ian had finished, and they re-played the camcorder back to Michael, showing him how I had given them permission, and letting him hear the words I’d used, Michael was close to tears. I knelt by his side cupped his face in my hands, and kissed him continuously. Ian put his hands on my shoulders, and eased me back away from Michael.
“Come on, you know that only upsets him more.”
As Ian was guiding me across to the bed, Terry was waving that false penis about, and he said.
“Let’s get her into action, and maybe once she’s in full swing, her old man might have perked up a bit, and want a go himself.”
I turned and gave him the most annoyed scowl I could muster.
He then turned to Jamie.
“Come on Jamie help me lift the vicar up onto the bed.”
I was already laid on the bed, and Ian had almost completely stripped me naked. They lifted my Michael’s stretcher up onto the bed, so he was now laid alongside me, Michael asked.
“Hey! What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”
They propped one end of his stretcher up slightly, turning it so it was tilted towards where I lay.”
“Ok Shirley; lets see you undo his flies, and get his dick out.”
“Please no. Do what you want to me, but please don’t humiliate him.”
“Humiliate him? I’m just gonna let him join in the action, he should be glad we’re not keeping you all to ourselves. Now just do as I say, before I get nasty.”

So I rolled up onto my hands and knees, and then knelt alongside Michael whilst I undid his belt and flies, and lifted his penis from his underpants. It lay there, not hard, but not completely soft. I was ready to lower my face down and start sucking on it, which was what I’d thought they wanted me to do. All I was waiting for were instructions from Ian. Then to my surprise.
“Ok Shirl, you can get yourself back over here now.”
Feeling very slightly disappointed, I did as instructed, and I was soon laid on my back alongside Michael.
“Right girl, what kind of reaction would you expect from that religious husband of yours when we start taking it in turns to work your pussy with all these sex toys, especially now it’s all out in the open, and everyone knows we’re just wanking you for our own pleasure?”
“Reaction! What do you mean?”
“Will he be disgusted, or turned-on?”
“Disgusted.”

“Ok, what about if we take it in turns to let you suck our dicks?”
“Definitely disgusted.”
“So you wouldn’t expect to see his dick get hard?”
“No. Never.”
“Be prepared for a shock then.”

And with that, all three of them began to strip off, and when they were all naked, they climbed on the bed, laying or kneeling around me. But my Michael still had an unobstructed view of what they were doing, and especially of my crotch area. They all selected their first toys, and began to stroke my body with them. Most of these implements were vibrating except for the double one which was bending in a gyratory motion.

Tense as I now was, within seconds of them re-starting, I could feel myself loosing control. The sensations were being generated in multiple locations around my body, but regardless where they were generated, they all headed for one area, and that rapidly began to throb.
“There you go reverend. Her cunt is beginning to react already, it’s like she’s begging for someone to fuck her.”
Michael didn’t reply, but he couldn’t resist looking, and I couldn’t resist looking to check-out his penis.

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

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

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

“Ok boys, I think it’s about time the reverend got a little of the action, come-on Shirley love, lets help you over to hubby.”
Said Ian, as he and Terry helped me to my knees. They helped me to kneel astride my Michael’s hips, whilst they’d lowered the stretcher back to a position flat on the bed. Then they eased me down, and Michael’s erect penis slid right up inside me. As they let go of me, I began to thrust myself up and down his shaft, just as though I was on auto-pilot.

Ian took hold of my hips, and restrained my movement.
“Hold-on girl, you don’t start the bus until everyone is safely aboard.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but as I paused to find out, it was soon made clear. Ian was behind me, legs astride Michael, and lowering his big hard cock down to my bottom!

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

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

“What’s up has your old man shot his bolt already?” Asked terry, and not waiting for an answer, “come-on then, I’ll lay down and have your cunt, and you can try sucking his dick, see if you can get him back on-line again.”
I didn’t answer, but we were all soon re-arranged, Terry under me, Ian on top, me bent over Michael sucking his cock, and Jamie still using various sex toys to stimulate my breasts.

This session lasted for at least twenty minutes, with me having three orgasms, and them all changing places several times. Michael also came twice more. But the session was interrupted when the van came to a stop, and Roy made his way to the back.
“Ok boys, it's only about fifteen minutes from the hospital, so one of you had better take the wheel and let me have my fuck.”
At the next change of positions, Terry said he’d take his turn at the wheel, and as soon as Roy was stripped, we re-commenced the action.

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

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

Michael looked at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Please Michael. Please do it. Even if it’s just for me. It's all over now, so lets just put it all behind us.”
“You scoundrels don’t deserve to get away with it, but if Shirley wants to let it drop, then just think yourself lucky. Come-on get me into that hospital, the sooner I see the back of you lot the happier I’ll be.”

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

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

It was while I was with Michael, waiting for the nurse to take him up to the ward for what they said would probably only be an overnight stay, that a woman popped her head around the curtains.
“Excuse me; are you the vicar and his wife?”
“Yes. Can we help you?” I replied, Michael was actually dropping in and out of consciousness, I guess the pain-killers they’d given him were taking affect.

“My names Ann, I’m a reporter with the local news paper. I was in the A & E covering a vehicle accident, and I’ve just heard about your rescue. I was wondering, if you’d mind telling me all about it?”
“Oh no, I don’t think so. We’d like to just forget it. Thank you.”
“Oh. I am surprised. According to the doctor, your husband owes those mountain rescue men a very big debt of gratitude. I’d have thought being in the church, the very least you’d have wanted to do was to express that publicly.”

This now made me look very ungrateful, and Michael had just come back to being conscious, and was aware of someone talking, “What is it?”
“Oh hello Reverend, I was just explaining to your wife...”

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

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

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

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

“Oh it’s alright Mrs Grey (that is my married name), they've got a bed ready on the Albert ward, so the porter will be here any moment to take your husband up.”
Then she turned to the news-paper reporter.
“I can't allow you to bring all of the rescue men in here, but being as it’s such a good cause, if you look sharp about it, you can bring one of them and get yourself a quick photo with the vicar and his wife before they take him up.”

Ann turned and was gone instantly, the nurse turn back to me,
“There you are, they’ll be able to get a photo of you and your husband before he goes up, and as they won't allow you on the ward today, you’ll be able to go with the reporter, and give her the full story.”

So within seconds Ian was stood by the side of Michael’s trolley, with me alongside him, and his arm around my shoulder. Then I had just enough time to give Michael a quick kiss, and he was gone.
“I should think we could all go back to your Camper-van and tell Ann all about your morning’s misadventure.”
What could I say but, “Yes, let’s go.”

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

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

“Sorry love, no can do. We left it back on the moors, it was more important to get the injured man to hospital.”
“Well how are you getting back to collect your vehicle?”
“I guess we’ll call a taxi.”
”But that will cost a fortune to get a taxi to take you that distance.”
“Well we can't walk it.”

I knew they were angling to get me to offer a lift, and then Ann looked me directly in the eye, “I’m sure Shirley wouldn’t see you having to fork-out your own money to get a taxi after saving her husband, especially when she’s got her own transport here.”
I really had no choice, “Of course not, I’d be glad to take them to collect their vehicle.”
“Well that’s mighty generous of you Shirley, but I insist one of us drives back there, that way you’ll only have half the driving to do,” responded Ian.

“Well I’ll say bye for now, and you can expect to see this article in Monday’s papers. Bye.”
We all said our goodbyes, and she went on her way leaving me alone with these four ‘Rescuers’. The door had hardly closed before Ian spoke up.

“Well my little Shirley it looks like we’ve got you all to ourselves for tonight and most of tomorrow morning.”
“Oh no! You promised that as soon as we got to the hospital, that was it. It would be all over.”
“Did I? Well maybe I lied. You told that reporter, that it was only your husband who was injured. So I guess you lied as well, and now we’re both even. But what ever. Are you going to tell Roy where you live, and give him directions?”

“Why would he need to know my address?”
“Because we couldn’t let you spend tonight all alone, that would be unforgivable. Just imagine if any prowlers broke in, with your husband not there to protect you, you could get raped or anything.”
“No. No way are you coming back to my house.”
“Don’t start that silliness again; we’ve got the video, so just be a good girl.”

It was obvious without him going into detail, that they had me where they wanted me, and I knew that I had to find some way to get them to let me have that video. Until I have that, I would be totally in their control.
“Look, you promised you’d let me have the video once we got to the hospital.”
“No, I promised I’d let you see me destroying the video, that’s not the same thing.”

“Ok, your splitting hairs, when are you going to destroy the video?”
Then before Ian answered, Terry butted in,
“I don’t know about us splitting hairs, but I’m about ready to split that little cunt of yours open again, and I guess we’ll need to split your hairy bush open to get at it.”

“See Shirley, the boys are getting horny again, and I bet that little cunt of yours is beginning to throb by now?”
“Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“All this crude talk, you’re frightening me. You did promise.”

“Ok Shirley, don’t start acting like a school girl again. I guess it’s obvious you ain’t had much experience. But I'd thought most of that was an act, put on for the old man.”
“It’s not fair.”
“Wow! That’s a new one. Surely at your age, you know life isn’t fair? But it isn’t as if we’re gonna hurt you. Come-on Shirley my girl, once we get them knickers down, you’ll be right as rain again.”

I began to sob, I felt so humiliated, beaten and generally disappointed with mankind in general.
“Sorry girl, but putting on those crocodile tears won't get you out of a fucking.”
“You... sniff. Just... sob. Don’t... sob. Care... I might as well be a piece of meat for all any of you worry.”
“Look girl, this has gone on long enough. All we’re gonna do is take you home, and have one last fuck. Then you can drive us out to get our vehicle, surely that isn’t too much to ask after what we’ve done for your old man?”

“Ok you heartless brutes, so long as you promise it's just this one last time. I live at 34 Henry Street, Hamsworth South. Take the B45 when you get to the round-a-bout. You can take me home, and have your carnal pleasure, but I hope god strikes you all down with some kind of plague.”
“Ok Roy, lets get this little lady home, I’m sure once we get her juices flowing again, she’ll mellow a bit.”

“Are you gonna sit up front with Roy to make sure he knows which direction to go?”
“I suppose so.”
So the only words I spoke on the way home were directions to the driver Roy. And within thirty minutes, Roy was parking the van in the drive in front of my house. We all got out, and they followed me to my front door, and then we all went inside.

Once the doors were closed behind us, Terry said, “Which way to the kitchen? I’ll go and put a brew on.”
“Is that all you ever think about?” Asked Ian jokingly.
“No, but it’ll give me more energy for the next thing on the agenda.”
Then Ian said.
“If I was you, I’d ring around all your relatives, and anyone else that needs to know about Michael’s accident, like the vicar.”

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

“Ok I won't be long.” And as I went into the other room to ring around to everyone, Ian said.
“They’ll be a cup of tea ready when you’ve finished. Are you hungry, do you want one of us to go and get a take-away?”
“No thanks, just the tea will do, there’s biscuits in the top cupboard.”

I made my calls informing my parents, Michael’s parents, and the vicar, who said he’d get the congregation to say prayers for Michael at tomorrow’s service. Then when I returned to the front room, my tea was waiting for me. We all sat sipping our tea, and eating biscuits.
Then Jamie said.
“This is nice; it’s like an afternoon tea party with the vicar’s wife.”

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

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

"Ok Boys. I think Shirley's pussy has started throbbing again, and she can’t wait for us to give it another helping of cream."
"Please don’t."
“Look girl; just lighten-up a bit. You’re a big girl now, and no matter what your hubby has told you, I guarantee god won't strike you down dead, just because you have a bit of fun, and use a bit of crude language.”

I didn’t answer, but as with a lot of other stuff this man had said, stuff that went directly against my own upbringing, I realised, maybe he was right. Well all the men were busy stripping, and so I started to take my own clothes off.
“That’s a good girl, once you’re naked, how about taking it in turns to sit on our knees, and just have a little kiss and cuddle, just to get you back into the mood?”

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

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

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

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

We all chatted, and most of the conversation was about the sexual event that had just taken place, and how good they thought I’d been. In fact all I got were compliments, about my body, performance, and my now relaxed attitude. I began to clear all the plates away, and Ian asked.
“Hey Shirley. What are you doing?”
“I’m just clearing up, and then when I've washed this lot, we can set off to get your Land Rover.”

“Don’t be silly, leave that lot until the morning; we’ll do them for you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you didn’t think we were gonna go out this time of night, Come-on lets all get up to bed. I hope you’ve got a king-size.”
“Please no. If you want to have me again, that’s ok, but do it down here, not in Michael's bed.”
With that his arm went around my shoulder, and as he walked me out of the room and towards the stairs, he said.
“Come-on girl, Michael’s bed, or up against the wall in a car park. Being fucked, is ‘being fucked’. And in my book; the more comfortable the location, the more enjoyable it is.”

Then as we were now climbing the stairs, his fingers found their way into the gusset of the new knickers I’d just put on, and he said.
“This little cunt of yours won't even give a seconds thought to where it is; not once we start licking it.”
And although I hated the words spoke; once again, it was obvious he was right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come-on in, breakfast is almost ready.”
Then came the words my pussy wanted to hear.
“What? No time for a quick fuck first?”
My inner self might have been longing for those words, or at least the sentiment they carried. But hearing Jamie saying them out aloud on a bright Sunday morning, whilst only halfway along my front garden path, gave me a very sharp reality check. God! If any of my neighbours were in their gardens, what would they think!

My face turned bright red, and I backed rapidly into my hallway. Then as Jamie came into the house.
“Keep your voice down. What if any of my neighbours hear you?”
“Keep your knickers on Shirl; the old girl next door was too busy weeding her borders to listen to what I was saying.”
“Oh my god! She wasn’t out there when you said that was she?”
“I’ll tell you the answer to that; if you answer the question I asked when we walked down the path?”
“You're a cheeky devil. But anyway, the answer is no. If I don’t get it dished-up now, it’ll all be burnt. So you’ll have to keep that thing of yours under control in your trousers until breakfast is over.”

We were in the kitchen by now, and I was busy trying to get the food from the frying pans onto the plates, but Jamie was making this difficult, by standing close up behind me, and letting his hands stroke all over my body. Admittedly on the outside of my clothes, but he had my whole body on fire. If it hadn’t been for Ian butting in and saying to Jamie,
“Hey Jamie! Cool it until we’ve been fed. Once we’ve eaten, they’ll be time to give her one last seeing to before we go,”
I was almost ready to just sling all the food I’d cooked across the kitchen, and let them all have me on the kitchen table.

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

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

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

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

As I came to my senses, Ian was calling to me, “It’s the phone, it might be important.”
Still naked, with a pool of sticky cum on the carpet in between my legs, I sat there and took hold of the phone receiver.
“Err. Hello.”
“Yes it’s me.”
“No nothing, just dashing around trying to get the place cleaned up.”
“Well if you want to. But there’s really no need, I’ll manage by myself.”
“Yes of course.”
“Ok then, I’ll see you in Half-an-hour.”

Then as I put the receiver back, “Shit! You lot had better get out of here. That was my mom and dad. They’re coming to give me a lift to the hospital to pick-up Michael, and I’ve got to get this place sorted before they see any evidence of you lot being here.”
“Well I guess we all knew it had to come to an end sooner or later. But I can tell you now; you fuck better than anyone we’ve ever had before. You are definitely, gonna take some beating. What say you lads?”

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

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

I opened the front door, and called down the path to mom who’d just got out of the car.
“Doors open. I’m just going up to get changed, be down in a minute.”
Then I dashed upstairs, and got changed. When I arrived downstairs, dad was impatient to get going, saying, "the car parking will all be gone if we arrive too late."
So we were soon on our way, and after an hour-and-a-half of waiting for Michael to be discharged, we were back in dad's car on our way back home with Michael.

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

As I walked back into the lounge where Michael was seated on the sofa, his first words were.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes dear, course I am. It’s you who has been hurt.”
“Never mind that! You know what I’m talking about. Those unspeakable animals. Did they keep to their word?”
Here come my lies again.
“Yes dear, they left me as soon as you’d gone into hospital.”

“But I thought you had to go with that news-paper reporter?”
“Yes, we did, but I mean as soon as she’d got her story.”
“Well how did they get their vehicle back?”
Shit! I’m getting myself even deeper. And I’m even starting to think with foul language, something I’ve never done in my life.
“Well I let them drop me off here, and then let them borrow our camper, to go and get their own vehicle.”
“And they didn’t touch you again?”
“No dear.”

“What about when they returned later to bring the camper back?”
“No darling, they just gave me the keys and left.”
“And the video, did you see them destroy it?”
Destroy it! I’d forgotten all about it! But what was the best thing to tell Michael?
“They showed me a video tape, and one of them stood on it, and crushed it into small pieces of plastic, and I put it in the waste bin.”
“We’d better get it out, and burn it. I don’t want any clever-dick to find it, and somehow play back the contents. Have you put anything else in the bin since?”
“It wasn’t our bin, we did it in the hospital car park yesterday, it’ll have been emptied by now.”

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

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

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

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

I turned around, I was on my knees on the floor, and I began to lick his wet cock.
“What? What are you? Shirley please! Have you lost all sense of decency?”
As his hands came my way to try to push my head away, I intercepted them with mine. And although he might not have wanted this, his cock sure liked the idea. It was stiffening almost instantly, and his hands didn’t really have the determination his voice had shown. In reality, he could have overpowered me easily, but he didn’t. I soon had his cock back to a magnificent rock hard throbbing weapon. Maybe it wasn’t as big as any of my four ‘rescuers’, but it was here and they weren’t.

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

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

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

“What on earth! Shirley!”
“Oh god! Michael, I’m sorry. I never meant... oh please let me...”
I busily used my skirt to wipe down his face.
“I’m sorry Michael. Please. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I hope this isn’t going to be the way you’re going to start behaving from now on?”
“I’m sorry. I promise it won't happen again. I really am sorry.”
“Oh stop fussing. Get off me. I’ll get myself up and try to take a bath.”

“Let me help you.”
“I think you’ve done enough for one day. I’ll manage by myself.”
“But your ankle, you can't get it wet.”
“I’ll hang it over the edge of the bath.”
“Please let me help you.”
“I think the best thing you can do is take a cold shower before you join me in bed.”

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

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

I had dreams of being fucked, but I’m sure that was all they were, just dreams. I awoke to the alarm clock, and got out of bed. Michael looked across the bed towards me, but didn’t speak.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
“Don’t you ever mention that again. I’ll forget it just this once, and put it down to the trauma you’ve undergone this weekend. But I never want to see you behave like that again. And I never want to hear you ever speak about what you did. Is that clear?”
“Yes Michael. I’m sorry Michael. I promise...”
He stopped me mid sentence.
“Enough. You’ll be late for work. The vicar will be calling for me around nine, and I’ll be out until about four, so I’ll see you when you get home.”

I showered, then dressed, and for the first time, I wore jeans to go to work, mainly to avoid anyone seeing the marks on my inner leg. But I think maybe that is enough for now, my story does continue, and that bloody video still haunts my life, but I’ll tell you more in the next part of my story. That is, of course, providing anyone is interested?

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Opening the door fully, I started apologising. Leading him in to the kitchen, I sat him down at the table, and got him water and a cloth to rinse his eyes and calm his throat.

‘What the fuck were you doing trying to get in here at this time of the night?’ I cried. Now that I saw he was ok, just a bit sniffy, I was pissed off.

‘I didn’t want to knock because I didn’t want to wake up Grant. So I tried picking the lock’ he replied simply.

‘You fucking twat! What the fuck did you try and do that for? And what are you doing here in the first place?’

‘Well, I just fancied a chat is all’

‘A chat? Mick, sweetie, it’s 3 in the morning. What could you possibly want to chat about?’ I looked in his eyes; they were bloodshot as Hell. ‘You’re off your head again aren’t you? I thought you stopped taking smack? If I can do it anyone can. I told you that I’d help you come off it. For fuck sake Mick, you’re 46. Time to start acting like it’.

I stared at him, willing him to say something. When he did, it wasn’t what I was expecting.

‘Yea well, what the fuck would you know? You’re 18. You’ve got your life ahead of you. I haven’t got fuck all.’ He stared down at his hands then looked up at me. ‘Please Jade, you have to help me.’

‘Why can’t Emma do it? She got off it as well. She could help you. I mean she’s your wife for fucks sake. She’ll definitely help you’

‘No she won’t’

‘Why not?’

‘We’re getting divorced’

‘Over what?’

‘That bird I was shagging. She found out, kicked me out and reckons she’s going to file for divorce’

I looked at him, and sat down next to him, helping him rinse out his eyes ‘That’s fucked up. You shagging around I mean, not her divorcing you. Why the fuck did you marry her if you still wanted to shag around?’

‘Well Mandy’s a good fuck. And Emma ain’t been putting out lately’ He winced as I accidentally poked him in the eye

‘Sorry’ I said softly. ‘And I’m sorry that your marriage is going tits up. You got anywhere to stay?’

‘No. No one will have me because of the drugs’

‘You can stay here but you have to try and get yourself clean. Tell you what. Have Katie’s room. It’s got a lock on it. She can sleep in the kitchen for a while, I’ll lock you in there and you can detox. I’ll help you’

‘What about Grant? Won’t he mind?’

‘Probably, but it’s my house, not his and you’re a mate. You always help a mate right?’

He looked at me and smiled. Taking my hand in his, he kissed it softly. ‘I really appreciate this. It means a lot to me. I’ll find someway to pay you back’ He looked at me and winked.

‘Mick, I’m with Grant now. I don’t shag around any more. And it doesn’t work with you and me. We tried remember?’ I stood up and kissed the top of his head. ‘Wait here. I’ll go and sort out Katie, then put new bed sheets on. I’m sure you don’t want kitten hair everywhere!’

I went upstairs, shutting the front door as I passed it. Unlocking Katie’s room, I picked her up, took her ‘cat bed’ which she never uses downstairs, and plonked her in the kitchen. She looked at me lazily out of one eye before hissing softly to let me know she wasn’t happy at being thrown out of her room. I stroked her for a couple of minutes and soon she was fast asleep. With Mick following me upstairs, I shut off all the lights, grabbing some clean sheets from the cupboard. As I started to strip the bed, I could feel Micks' hands on my ass. I pushed them away, time and again before getting fed up. I turned round and looked him, raising an eyebrow. He grinned at me before backing down.

‘Ok, ok, no touching. I get it’

‘Yea, and no doing anything else either before you think of it’ I warned him

‘I wouldn’t dream of doing anything!’

I pointed to the chair in the corner. ‘Sit. Good boy. Stay!’ I laughed softly and he smiled at me.

‘I miss you’

That threw me off completely ‘You what?’

‘I miss you. I miss being with you, chilling out together. Remember that time when we were at mine and you fell asleep on me?’

‘That was like 2 years ago sweetie. Time to move on. Forget the past. I was 16 then and you were what? 44? Things change. I got my own place, a new boyfriend and I got clean. Ok, so you’re getting divorced and you’re still a raving smackhead but look at the things you got going for you.’

‘Like what?’

‘Well, you got fair amount of money, decent car, you get laid pretty much when you want, you’re still good looking for your age. Work on it. Act on it!’

‘Yea I suppose so. But I haven’t got the one thing I want’

I dropped on the bed to put the pillowcases on ‘And what’s that then?’

‘Someone that understands me. I mean truly understands me. Someone like you’

I looked at him hard. He had a strange look in his eyes. I’d seen that look before. That was the look he usually got right before he hit someone. But he wouldn’t hit me would he? I’m 18 years old, I’m 5’4 and I’m practically anorexic. I couldn’t beat up a fly. He was 46, still nippy for his age, 6’5 and built like a brick shithouse. I quickly shoved the cases on the pillows, shoved the quilt in the cover and went to leave. At the door I looked over at him ‘Night Mick. See you in the morning. Try and get a good nights sleep’

I’d just opened the door when I felt hands in my hair, tugging me backwards and then all of a sudden I was kissing him, pulling him into me, running my hands over his body. I quickly came to my senses and pushed him away, panting softly and looking at him accusingly.

‘Hey, you wanted it as much as I did babe.’ He smiled at me and moved towards me. I backed away, my hands behind me, trying to feel for the door handle. I found it and pulled it open.

‘Goodnight Mick’ I said pointedly. He nodded. ‘Night sweetheart’.

I turned around and walked out of the room. Not a minute later I felt his arm around my neck, strangling me. I gurgled and fought to keep my balance. He dragged me back into his room and clamped his other hand over my mouth.

‘Now, if you’re a good little girl, this won’t hurt and you’ll be ok. Piss me off and I can make it hurt a lot. You get me? Nod if you understand’ he shook me a bit. I tried to nod but I couldn’t move my head. I squeaked at him and he released my neck a bit.

‘Understand?’

I nodded. Yes, I do want to understand, no I don’t want to get hurt, yes I’ll be good. Well. That’s what he thinks. I’ve never been one to go without a fight. He let go of me and I opened my mouth to scream. I never even saw it coming. I felt his fist smack into my cheek and I fell sideways against the bed. He stood over me ‘I told you to behave’. He kicked me in the side and I curled up in a ball, trying to breathe. I could see Mick pacing around, muttering to himself. I knew what smack did to people, Christ I was on it myself for 3 years, but I’ve never seen anyone like this before.

I started to pull myself up on the bed, inching up slowly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He did. Bang! Back down on the floor I went. I lay dazed, struggling for breath, seeing stars. After my vision had cleared, he was standing over me holding a knife waving it about. I caught my breath then relaxed. It was one of my kitchen knives. I knew for a fact they were blunt as fuck because I kept meaning to have them sharpened. I smiled to myself, and drawing in a deep breath I screamed out for Grant. Then I remembered. Whenever he comes off night shifts he takes sleeping pills to send him off, otherwise he’s awake all night. He’d be dead to the world now, and if I weren’t careful I’d be dead to. He lashed out again, hitting me with the knife handle

‘Bitch,’ he hissed ‘Don’t you ever scream like that again or I’ll slit your fucking throat. Get me?’

I nodded, keeping quiet, swallowing the whimper that was trying to escape.

‘Get up’ He waved the knife in my direction. I pulled myself up and stood in front of him, looking at him defiantly. Curling and uncurling my hands into balls, I considered whether or not to throw a punch at him. Making a decision, I dropped into a fighting stance which years of martial arts had taught me. Quick as a flash, I threw a punch at him, hitting him square on the jaw. His head rocked to the side and he spat out a piece of bloody lip. When he turned to face me, I was ready for him. Throwing another punch I hit him in the eye and he reeled back. I followed it up with a roundhouse kick, then got a bit cocky. I spun round, ready for a spinning kick, but he was quicker than I was. Grabbing my leg, he wrenched it upward. My vision went red as I felt the pain. I screamed loudly, partly from the pain, partly to try and wake up Grant. Pulling my leg even higher, he yanked me forward into him. I could feel his heartbeat, and I knew he’d be able to feel mine pounding. I looked up at him and he glared at me with a smirk.

‘Won’t be trying that again in a hurry, will you?’ I shook my head, trying to get my leg free without it hurting too much. In the end I stood still, waiting for what he would do next.

I didn’t have to wait long. Letting go of my ankle, he picked my up by the waist and threw me against the wall, so I landed on the bed. I flexed my leg a bit, assessing the damage. Deciding I wasn’t strong enough to try kicking him again, I went for the punching option. Lashing out, he caught my wrist and twisted my arm, bending my in half.

‘You should learn by now. You might get a few hits in but you’ll always come off way worse than me sweetheart’

‘Don’t fucking call me that’ I gritted my teeth, wincing in pain as he twisted my arm even more.

‘I’ll call you whatever the fuck I like you stupid whore’ He snarled. He twisted my arm, harder this time and I heard an audible crack. Nausea welled up in my stomach and I had to stop myself from being sick. He released my arm and my wrist hung at a funny angle. It’s one I’ve broken many times before, and he knew that it was weaker than my left. I cradled my wrist and looked up at him. Mick’s always been a sucker for the girlie crying routine so I thought it might be worth a shot. I let the tears start rolling down my face.

‘Why Mick, why? I’m trying to help you. I’m letting you stay in my house until you get back on your feet. I haven’t done anything to you except help you!’

He sat down beside me, pulling me close and stroking my hair.

‘I know baby, I know. But I wanna fuck, and you’re the only one available. I did tell you if you behaved you wouldn’t get hurt but you didn’t listen. I’m sorry babe, but if this is the way it has to be, then it’s the way it has to be.’ He pushed me away and started pacing the room again. ‘If you’d just done what I told you then you wouldn’t have got hurt. I had to break your wrist. You weren’t listening. You weren’t being a good girl. You were misbehaving. I had to punish you. I had no other choice. Are you going to be good now?’

I thought for a moment, then nodded and let the tears keep coming. He tried to soothe me, wiping away my tears, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the Mick I knew so well. Then, all of a sudden, he was kissing me, forcing me back onto the bed, tearing at my strap top, ripping it off me as I tried to fight him off with one hand. He grabbed my broken wrist and I screamed in pain, trying to get him off with my good hand. He slapped me hard round the face and I bit my lip, drawing blood. He leant forward and licked it off as I tried not to cry. Pulling down my shorts, he rammed a finger inside me, feeling me. Bringing his finger up to my lips, he forced it into my mouth and I could taste my juices. Unbelievably I was getting wet! I felt disgusted with myself and turned my head to the side, staring at the wall, trying to block out what was happening. Letting go of my wrist, he forced my head round so I was looking at him.

‘Kiss me’ He breathed. I tried shaking my head, so he sighed and started working his tongue into my mouth ‘You want this as much as I do. I can feel it’. Oh God. So could I. My hips were thrusting up into his and I could feel my body getting hotter and hotter. I tried to control the heat rising, tried to control my thrusting hips. I managed to lie still, but that only gave him the opportunity to unzip his jeans and try to force his cock inside me. I squirmed around, keeping him from going in me for about 5 minutes until he punched me again, harder than before.

I must have passed out for a couple of minutes. When I came round, he’d forced his cock inside and was fucking me hard and fast. I could feel something running down my ass crack and I knew it wasn’t cum. It was blood. I started trying to fight back again, kicking my legs about and trying to push him off me with my good hand, but he was too strong. He kept fucking me harder and harder, pulling himself into me more with each thrust. I screamed again and he put his hand over my mouth and nose so I couldn’t breathe. I struggled underneath him, trying to get myself free, scratching at him, raking his face with my nails, anything to get him to stop. He leaned his other arm across my neck, my vision started going black and I knew I was going to pass out again. I caught a look at him, and his eyes were manic, lust filled black dots. He was loving it.

I moaned softly and shook my head. I tried to sit up and realised he’d tied me to the bed so I was lying on my front. I moaned again as the rope tightened around my broken wrist sending shooting pains up my arm. I turned my head and looked at him sitting in the chair. He had a belt round his arm and was shooting up. He pulled the needle out of his arm and sank back as the heroin took effect. He looked at me with lazy, half-lidded eyes and smiled.

‘Feels good. Bet you haven’t had any for months’.

I shook my head ‘You know I’ve been clean nearly a year.’

‘Bet you’d like some now eh?’

‘Not really, no. I don’t want to get back into it.’ I guessed he was going to give me some whether I wanted it or not. I was right. He stood up, swaying slightly and approached me, a needle in his hand. He’d obviously prepared it while I was out cold. He turned my arm over, causing the rope to rub. Wrapping the belt around it, he pulled it tight and injected me. I sighed as the old familiar feeling hit me. I felt like I was sinking into the bed. He sat down on the bed next to me.

‘You needed that didn’t you?’ I moaned softly, feeling it coursing through my veins, making me feel chilled out, yet totally alive. I let my eyes shut slightly and nodded. He stroked my hair, and I pushed my head more into his hand, enjoying the feeling. I love having my hair stroked, but the only time Grant does it is if I can’t get to sleep.

‘You wanna fuck baby?’ he asked me quietly. I nodded, then shook my head. Yes, I do, but not with you. I want Grant. Where is he? I had all these thoughts running through my head, a jumbled up mess, all sliding into one another. Mmmm……sliding in, that’s what I wanted. No I didn’t. I didn’t want someone sliding in me. I wanted someone fucking me hard, making me feel it, and fucking me the way a man should, not like a boy does. I started grinding gently against the bed. He put his hand under my cunt and I began grinding harder on it, trying to get myself off. He took his hand away and I let out a little cry at being deprived. He positioned himself behind me and started rubbing his cockhead up and down my slit. I knew I was getting hotter, wetter. I could feel the fire rising up in my belly. And then all of a sudden he was inside me and I was cumming hard and fierce. I bucked up and he fucked me harder and harder, ramming into me and pushing me forward with each thrust. I bit into the pillow and muffled my screams as I came again. Mick slowed his thrusting and started grinding against me, pushing himself in hard as he came. He collapsed on top of me, panting for breath. ‘That was great babe. You always were a good fuck’. He reached over my head and untied me. I moaned softly and slid off the bed, still high as a kite. He laughed softly at me, and picked up off the floor. Carrying me along the hallway, he dropped me outside my bedroom door. I half opened it; half fell into it and crawled into bed. Lying next to Grant, I rested my head on his shoulder until the world had stopped spinning. Leaning over to kiss him, I settled back down and tried to drop off.