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The Vicar's Wife - 1
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

A naive Vicar’s wife is tricked into a sexual 
situation, and she finds her libido is stronger than 
her instinctive moral behaviour. (MMF, nc, wife)

***

Note: All of my stories include descriptions of sex 
scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please 
do not read this story if you are offended by perverse 
sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of 
consent for your own country. These stories are pure 
fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

***

When is a rape not a rape?

I pose this question, and maybe once you’ve read the 
story I’m about to tell, you will understand why.

The first part of my story happened to me some three 
months ago, when I was a naive newly-wed vicar’s wife. 
I might not be much older in years now, but I’m 
definitely not as naive!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then came the dreaded first night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well my darling. Did you like it?"

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

"Michael. You were wonderful. So gentle. I love you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Slow down love. What has happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he went one way, and I closed myself into my 
bedroom, and stripped naked. I dried myself down, and 
then got out some clean dry clothes. Whilst I was busy 
pulling on my knickers, I heard the outside door 
opening.

"It’s only me."

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

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

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

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

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

"No thank you."

"Milk?"

"Please."

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

"Thank you, you’ve been ever so kind."

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

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

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

"I guess so."

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

"There’s no need for that is there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok we’ll just help you off with this."

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

"I’m not sure."

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

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

"Yes." 

"Do you feel the tingling now?"

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

"No. Not really."

"That's not a good sign, but maybe it's just the 
ambience. Let me just try something else."

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

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

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

Then he walked across to collect his camera.

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

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

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

"Do you feel comfortable?"

"Yes, I’m fine."

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

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

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

"Yes, of course I do."

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

"Yes I will, I promise."

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

I was more than a little confused.

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

He sat-up suddenly,

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's a good girl. Are you ready? I'm just going to 
touch your nipples."

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

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

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

"I-I... I, you're..."

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

"Ple... Please. You’re. Please."

"Relax my dear. Just let it flood over you."

"Ohhhh god. Ohhh  pl..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you feel now?"

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

"Oh Ian, was I alright?"

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

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

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

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

"No," I whispered, in a very embarrassed manner.

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

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

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mea..."

"Don’t you be sorry."

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

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

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

"Ian, are you sure this is necessary?"

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

"Have you still got any discomfort down there?"

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

"Yes."

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

There was a pause, as I still found the whole thing 
very embarrassing; then I asked, "Can I ask you a 
question?"

"Of course you can."

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

"Come on ask away, I promise I won't get upset."

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

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

"You promise me you’re not just..."

I hesitated, not finding the right words, but without 
me actually saying what I meant, he answered me, "I 
give you my word. What I just did to you was strictly 
in accordance with medical practice and I’d have done 
exactly the same if we’d had a nurse in attendance."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, that’s ok."

"Is that what you call it?"

"Well not really."

"What do you call it then?"

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

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

"I think so."

I began to lift my legs.

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

I let my legs back down.

"Sorry I thought you meant now."

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

"Y yes. I am a bit on edge."

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

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

"Ok then, let’s have them little legs up nice and 
high."

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

"Ok my dear. Have you got them?"

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

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

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

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

"I I’m not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look happy."

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

"Oh god, you mean that was all a trick?"

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

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

"Yes, it does feel better."

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

Feeling very embarrassed, I asked.

"Can I get myself cleaned up now?"

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

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

"Open up, its only one little lick."

"What is it?"

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

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

"Well did it taste ok?"

"Yes, what was it?"

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

"Have you got anymore?"

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

"Where is it?"

He pulled his zipper down, and pulled out his big erect 
penis. "Come on my little beauty, open up your mouth."

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

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

"Suck it you bitch. Suck!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you tricked me. I thought you were a doctor."

"But doctor or not, did you have two orgasms?"

"Well yes but..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It’s your choice my dear."

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

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

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

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

"But my Michael will see you tricked me."

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

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

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

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

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

"Please don’t, I’m really sorry."

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

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

"I’ll keep quiet on one condition."

"What?"

"I want your knickers off. Now!"

"What are you going to do?"

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

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

"KNOCK. KNOCK."

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

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

"Someone got the keys?"

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

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

"Michael dear, are you alright? Is it hurting bad?"

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

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

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

"Oh my darling. Were you hurt badly?"

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

"No. Just shaken up, and a bit bruised."

"Has this gentleman looked at it for you?"

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

"No, there’s no need."

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

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

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

Then turning to Terry, "If you need any privacy for the 
examination, the partition door can be brought across 
to close that end off."

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

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

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

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

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

"Right Shirley, it is Shirley? Isn’t it?"

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

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

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

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

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

"But we will."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you suck Ian’s dick?"

"No."

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

I really didn’t want Michael’s suspicion arousing, so I 
quickly said, "No please, there's really no need. We 
ran out of time, I would have done it, but he said if I 
took my knickers off, he wouldn’t tell about the 
video."

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

"Sweet. Can't wait to get my lips around that cunt of 
yours."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What’s this?" I asked as I held the wire, not daring 
to pull on it.

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

"But what is it? Why can't you take it out?"

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

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

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

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

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

The last thing I wanted to do was to get him upset, or 
provoke Ian into showing the video, so out came another 
lie, "No dear, of course not. They just examined me, 
and massaged me with some cream."

I then tried to change the subject.

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

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

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

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

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

"Shirley. What’s wrong? My god what’s happening to 
her?" Called Michael from where he lay.

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

"Don’t get worried reverend. It’s just the inter-
vaginal relaxant. It’s set to go through a sequence of 
internal massages, to help disperse the bruising. Don’t 
worry; we’ll slip it out once we get to the hospital. 
It is the quickest and simplest method of relieving her 
bruising. We wouldn’t use it if she was in public. I 
can understand why you wouldn’t want to see your wife 
reacting like this in front of strangers, but as we are 
all medical men, and you’re her husband, I thought it 
the best treatment for her condition."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you really expect me to believe that was 
necessary?"

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

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

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

"Video! What video?"

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

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

"We sure do."

"And what happens to all these videos you take?"

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

"That sounds very dubious."

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

Michael appeared to be slightly less agitated now, but 
I'm sure he wasn't totally convinced, "So you assure me 
there is absolutely no other way of helping my wife 
without using that thing inside her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you think it might be less ... oh god. Ohhhh yes. 
Ohhhhh..."

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

"Look my man; can't you stop that thing for a minute?"

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

"Why have we stopped?" asked Michael.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It’ll be more sensible to strip her."

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

"What are you doing that for?" Called Michael from the 
other end of the van.

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

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

Michael replied with a begrudging, "I guess so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now as I calmed down, Michael asked calmly, "Right, now 
you've all had your fun, and humiliated both my wife 
and I, will you please let her get dressed and let us 
continue to the hospital?"

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

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

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

"You know you did, but th..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Better, not so intense."

"So each treatment reduces its severity."

"It seams to."

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

"I suppose so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael spoke up, but I could detect the anger and 
frustration in his voice, "Ok. Ok. There was no need to 
have laboured the point; my wife was hardly going to 
say she wanted all that intrusive attention. But the 
fact still remains, I don’t believe what you’ve been 
doing to my wife was recognised medical treatment."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian looked at Michael and said, "Are you saying you 
want your wife to suffer the pain?"

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

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

"Of course not."

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

I felt embarrassed about answering, and I began to 
blush, "Come on love, it’s a common enough problem."

"Yes."

"Have you ever tried Aspirin or any other normal 
painkiller?"

"Yes, but they don’t really help."

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

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

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

Michael looked bewildered, as he asked, "Are you ok my 
dear?"

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

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

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

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

"Is it getting worse?"

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

I replied, "A little."

Ian butted in, "Be a man, ask her."

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

"Well?"

"I’ll do what ever you want."

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

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

"There you are; I thought as much." Gibed Ian.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Haven’t you forgotten something?"

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

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

"Turned it on?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want us to arouse you like before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on then Shirley, are you ready?"

I looked at Michael, and mouthed the word sorry, then 
turning to Ian. "Do you want me to lie back on the 
bed?"

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

Terry replied first, "Ok. I’ll start the ball rolling 
if you like; I’ll show her what the ‘Gold Finger’ can 
do."

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

"Close your eyes my little one."

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

"Good girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So lets all work on her at the same time."

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

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

Michael was first to speak, "Are you finished now?"

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

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

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

I kissed his lips, but as my lips left his, he angrily 
snapped, "Enough. We don’t want that kind of behaviour 
in front of these animals."

"Sorry. I just..."

"Enough."

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

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

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

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

"Can I have my knickers please?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I’m sorry love, I explained earlier."

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

Terry had unzipped his fly, and now had his erect penis 
in his hand as he asked, "If we agreed to release him 
would you agree to a fuck?"

Michael almost choked as he spat out the words, "You 
filthy animal! Shirley my dear, don’t even answer him."

Ian looked at me, and then putting his arm around my 
shoulder, "Come down here a minute."

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

Ian asked, "Well?"

"No, I couldn’t."

"Why?"

"You can hear Michael."

"We don’t want to fuck Michael."

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

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

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

"And because you like the feeling it gives you?"

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

"No."

"You’re lying."

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

"You wouldn’t dare."

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

"I I won't let you touch me again."

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

Ian put his hand up to Terry’s mouth, and then said, 
"Ok Shirley, we don’t need to go down that road do we?"

"You wouldn’t do that would you?"

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

"What do you mean?"

"You know what terry just said was right?"

"Which part?"

"Once you’re hot, you won't care who is fucking you."

"Please don’t say that."

"Why isn’t it true?"

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

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

I hung my head in shame, and whispered, "No."

"So cards on the table. You know we're gonna fuck you 
either one way or the other?"

I nodded.

"Answer please, the camera is still running."

I’d forgotten that bloody camera.

"Yes."

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

"Please don’t do this to me."

"Do what."

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

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

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

"I’ll agree, but there are conditions."

Terry snapped.

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

Ian came in calmly, "Steady on there Terry. Let’s hear 
what she wants."

"You have to release Michael."

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

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

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

"You have it, is that all?"

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

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

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

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

"Before I do, promise me I can trust you?"

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

"Please don’t be like that."

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

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

Terry came in quickly, "We've already had sex with you, 
you silly bitch. That’s what all that poking and 
touching was. What we want now is to fuck the arse off 
you."

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

Feeling very timid, and my mannerism showing it, I 
replied, "I’m sorry, that was what I meant."

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

"Yes."

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

Jamie spoke, which was very unusual, "It’s no good."

Ian turned to him, "What do you mean?"

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

Ian spoke in a frustrated tone, "For fucks sake! Look 
Shirley, we’ll be hear all fucking day at this rate, 
just say the words, to keep them happy."

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

"I give you..."

Terry butted in, "Fuck that! Say my words. You can all 
fuck the arse off me."

Ian stepped in, "There’s no need for that."

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

Ian looked at me, with eyes that almost pleaded, "Just 
to keep him happy? Please."

I plucked up all my courage, and could hardly believe 
my ears, "You can all fuck my arse. I mean, oh god. 
I’ll let you all fuck the arse off me."

Ian looked first at Terry, then Jamie.

"Now are you satisfied?"

Terry answered, "Too fucking right we are, let’s get 
her into that bedroom."

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

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

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

I didn’t answer, but I let him usher me with his arm 
around my shoulder, back into the bedroom compartment 
which the other two had already opened up. As Michael 
saw us coming back, he asked.
"Are you alright my dear, they haven’t touched you 
while they had you out there?"

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

Ian spoke, "Are you sure, I’ll tell him for you, if you 
want."

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

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

"Come on, you know that only upsets him more."

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

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

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

He then turned to Jamie, "Come on Jamie help me lift 
the vicar up onto the bed."

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

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"You’ll see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Reaction! What do you mean?"

"Will he be disgusted, or turned-on?"

"Disgusted."

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

"Definitely disgusted."

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

"No. Never."

"Be prepared for a shock then."

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

Tense as I now was, within seconds of them re-starting, 
I could feel myself loosing control. The sensations 
were being generated in multiple locations around my 
body, but regardless where they were generated, they 
all headed for one area, and that rapidly began to 
throb.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me; are you the vicar and his wife?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh hello Reverend, I was just explaining to your 
wife..." 

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

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

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

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

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

Then she turned to the news-paper reporter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well how are you getting back to collect your 
vehicle?"

"I guess we’ll call a taxi."

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

"Well we can't walk it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would he need to know my address?"

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

"No. No way are you coming back to my house."

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

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

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

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

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

Then before Ian answered, Terry butted in, "I don’t 
know about us splitting hairs, but I’m about ready to 
split that little cunt of yours open again, and I guess 
we’ll need to split your hairy bush open to get at it."

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

"Please don’t."

"Don’t what?"

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

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

"It’s not fair."

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

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

"Sorry girl, but putting on those crocodile tears won't 
get you out of a fucking."

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

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

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

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

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

"I suppose so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Jamie said, "This is nice; it’s like an afternoon 
tea party with the vicar’s wife."

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

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

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

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

"Please don’t."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Shirley. What are you doing?"

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

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

"What do you mean?"

"Well you didn’t think we were gonna go out this time 
of night, Come-on lets all get up to bed. I hope you’ve 
got a king-size."

"Please no. If you want to have me again, that’s ok, 
but do it down here, not in Michael's bed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come-on in, breakfast is almost ready."

Then came the words my pussy wanted to hear, "What? No 
time for a quick fuck first?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Err. Hello."

"Yes it’s me."

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

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

"Yes of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I walked back into the lounge where Michael was 
seated on the sofa, his first words were, "Are you ok?"

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

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

Here come my lies again, "Yes dear, they left me as 
soon as you’d gone into hospital."

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

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

"Well how did they get their vehicle back?"

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

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

"And they didn’t touch you again?"

"No dear."

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

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

"And the video, did you see them destroy it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What on earth! Shirley!"

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

I busily used my skirt to wipe down his face.

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

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

"I’m sorry. I promise it won't happen again. I really 
am sorry."

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

"Let me help you."

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

"But your ankle, you can't get it wet."

"I’ll hang it over the edge of the bath."

"Please let me help you."

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

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

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

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

"I’m sorry about last night."

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

"Yes Michael. I’m sorry Michael. I promise..."

He stopped me mid sentence.

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

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

END

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