The Vicar's Wife Ch. 01

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 losing 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?" He asked, 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.

Ian said, "I think we should 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'll have to drive the camper-van 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.