He was taking his time working the finger up a little more each time, until he got a full finger. The amount of cum and cunt juice around my holes and his slow progress meant that it didn�t really hurt; it was just something that I wasn�t used to. He poked half a dozen strokes of full finger, and then turning to his brother, "Pass it over, I think she�s ready."

Being laid down I couldn�t see what was passed, but I felt something pushing against my arsehole, then it went to my cunt, where it slid in without any trouble. It was cold, hard, smooth, and the amount that was going in, confirmed it was long. He slid it up and down my cunt a few times, pulled it out and started pushing at my arse.

He once again gave me that stare, I winced slightly as it spread my arsehole, and I bit my lip so as not to squeal, as he pushed it up. How much was up there, or what it was, I didn�t know. But he looked over at one of the men on the other side of the bed and said, "Just hold the end, make sure it doesn�t slide out." He then got off the bed, and his naked brother climbed on.

He lined up his prick and started his action; he had a similar style to his brother, slow long strokes. I soon got into the rhythm, and lifted on each stroke, I could tell this was going to be another good fuck. We both pumped each other for what seemed like forever, I could feel the spasms starting in my cunt; he could feel them as well.

He said, "Feels like your ready?"

"Yes, ooh yes, cum, shoot you�re cum up me," I was delirious.

Boy did he cum, I thought he was never going to stop, it was warm inside me.

"Ooh yes, yes, more, yes, ooh."

He slumped on top of me as his brother had done before, and I lay there jerking with contraction, whilst the audience made various comments, all complementary, about both the sergeant�s and my performance.

They gave him time to soak his prick until it shrank and slipped out. He then got up and smiled at me as he said, "That truncheon of mine up your arse is and old trick I learned, it tightens up the cunt after Morris has been in. I�ll take it out; you should have had time to shrink back by now."

One of the Shearer�s standing by the side of the bed was already half undressed, so I thought I probably had three more to go. I was laid there on full display almost unconcerned, waiting to be fucked by total strangers. What had got into me? Well that is apart from all those pricks.

My wandering mind started to realize that Bryan was once again acting like an excited child tugging at his dad, I couldn�t hear what he was pleading, but I guessed. His dad nodded, and held his arm out in front of the now naked Shearer to push him back. The man looked annoyed, but said nothing.

Bryan was on the bed and getting stuck in, not quite as fast as his first go, but still a rapid pace. It was soon over, and Bryan was dismounting, with a smile on his face, "It don�t take me long, not like you old�uns," he said proudly.

As he climbed off the bed the Shearer once again started to come forward, and was once again stopped by old Mr. Jones. "How do you feel about our Morris having another go," he said looking at me.

I felt terrified, "Yes of course he can. Come on Morris; show them what a real man can do." What made me say that? Did I really want that huge prick up inside again? I think I must have.

My encouragement must have given him confidence, this was the first time I had seen the hard version of his prick, and was it big. I didn�t want to get Mr. Jones annoyed, but I had to call out to Morris, "Please, just put it in slowly, and take your time, until I get used to it."

Mr. Jones looked at me. I shook, not knowing what he was going to do or say.

"Listen to what she says Morris, you don�t want to damage that prick of yours," was the sarcastic remark. There was loud laughter. I didn�t see the joke, but when Mr. Jones gave me one of his looks, I pretended to be amused.

Morris was pushing, I was swelling. Bump! He was hitting the top already. I still knew I was being stretched, but it was easier than last time. He started with a slow pump, but could not control himself for long; he was soon going like the piston rods on a train.

Bang. Bang, it hit the top of my womb deep inside, and I was getting the cunt contraction already. He started cumming and my cunt closed on him like a python trying to crush its prey. This must have given him as much pleasure as it was giving me, he lay still.

With my every contraction drawing another warm jet of spunk out of his prick, I could feel it splashing on the roof of my womb. My arms were wrapped around him as far as I could reach, and so were my legs. As I came back to normal consciousness, I could hear the crude but wonderfully flattering remarks that every one, including Mr. Jones, were making about the expert use I was making of my cunt.

Mr. Jones tapped his son on his back, and said, "that was a good one son, now let someone else have a go."

What was I saying, "Mr. Jones, please let Morris fuck me again first." I couldn�t believe my ears.

And I think it surprised Mr. Jones as well, "Well, do you want another go Morris?"

Morris didn�t answer, but away we went again, this was like heaven, the hurt was no more, but the pleasure was almost unbearable, we fucked each other, and both climaxed again, to a loud cheer from the onlookers.

I drifted away on cloud nine, not conscious of when Morris had left me, as I came back, I could feel my legs were being held up and wide and the audience were looking at my cunt.

"She�s back with us again, you can have your go now if you want," said Mr. Jones to the Shearer.

I looked as he climbed on the bed and realized this was going to be a non event. His dick had gone soft with all the waiting and he knelt there wanking away to get an erection.

Mr. Jones leant down towards me and said, "That's your fault, wanting seconds of our Morris."

Looking back to the Shearer, he said, "Come on up to this end of the bed, kneel astride her and let her have a suck till it gets hard."

He didn�t ask me, but I knew once again by that look that I was going to suck like a good�n. I could taste the semen on the end of his prick, but I wrapped my hands around it and entered it deep in my mouth, sucking like mad. It only took seconds, for it to start growing, and the man leant over top of me and started pushing in deep into my throat. I was gagging, and struggling for breath, when I heard.

"Come on you I only said till it gets hard."

The man continued pumping deep in my throat, "I might as well fuck her mouth, cuz her cunts too big now."

Mr. Jones dragged the man off me and threw him to the floor in a fit of rage, "I said leave her alone, I�ll decide if her cunt still works."

The man was laid in a heap on the floor, looking terrified.

"Come on get up and get stuck into her, if you don�t want to miss your turn altogether," Mr. Jones grunted.

The man slowly picked himself up, and climbed back in between my legs. He pushed his limp prick up my cunt, and started to pump away. "She�s slack as can be, Mr. Jones. Can I at least have the truncheon up her arse?"

"She�s slack because you�ve got such a small prick, and only a policeman is allowed to use a truncheon," he laughed. I must admit I started chuckling at this, but I soon stopped, when I heard Mr. Jones say, "If you can�t get on with her cunt, stick your prick up her arse." Turning to me he said, "Come love grab hold of your ankles, and pull them up above your head."

I did, his prick slipped out of my cunt and he started fucking my arse. He began to smile, "that better he said, I can touch the sides." There were a few chuckles. He pumped for about ten minutes, it didn�t hurt, and after a while I started to get some kind of thrill, but it wasn�t like real fucking.

The next two Shearer�s had there turn, but that was non eventful, the first one had my arse, the second managed to get satisfaction up my cunt. Maybe it was shrinking back to size again.

Randy Bryan was next, his third go, but all the while he was pumping I was thinking, I hope Morris wants another turn, and that thought was turning me on, so much so that when Morris did start to mount, for what was now his fourth fuck, I started cumming as soon as he hit the top of my womb. He didn�t have to pump, at all; he just lay still while my contractions wanked him off. In no time his cum was again warming up my cunt, I just lay back dreaming, I could have been on another planet. When I came round, Morris was standing at the bed side with the others. No one looked as if they had any fuck left in them; they were just admiring the view. I felt a weird sense of pride in the fact that I had drained them all. I sat up resting on my elbows, with knees up, and legs still wide open. I smiled and said cheekily, "Well gentlemen, No more takers. Surely I can tempt you Mr. Jones?"

To my surprise, he replied. "Go on then, I could use another fuck, but move over, and let me lie down. You can climb on top and do the work."

Why did I open my big mouth? I did as instructed, his prick was standing to attention, I slid down onto it, even I could tell my cunt was sloppy, not just sloppy wet, but stretched, and loose.

"Your not very tight now love, come and tighten her up for me Barry (Sergeant Jones)."

I waited for the truncheon, to enter my arse. I could feel the bed move as Sergeant Jones climbed on, and prepared myself. I felt it touch my arsehole, and as he started to push I realized, it was softer than a truncheon, and warm. Up it went, and he started to pump. He was fucking me!

Mr. Jones said, "come on get started again."

I started, I pumped, Barry pumped, we got a rhythm going, the pace was slow long strokes, and the feelings were welling up inside. The action kept going for at least fifteen minutes, till once again I felt my contractions starting. I could tell by the look on his face, that old Mr. Jones liked the way my cunt was gripping his prick. Very soon I had brought him to a climax, and his brother followed seconds after. Barry dismounted, I looked at Mr. Jones, and waited for his nod of approval, and then I climbed off him.

I sat on the edge of the bed, Mr. Jones got up, and said, "Come on girl let�s get you next door, and clean you up."

Morris open a door in the side wall, I hadn�t noticed it was even there; he walked me through, and turned on the lights. There was a room fully equipped with bath; wash basin and slatted benches all round the walls. It was totally amazing, hot and cold running water, everything you could want to get cleaned up, even a hair dryer. We all proceeded to get cleaned up; I was the only one having a bath, the rest just washed in the basin. It felt so good, my womb was still tingling, and I couldn�t stop smiling. All of the men got cleaned up and dressed, and one by one each of them left saying thank you. Mr. Jones and his sons were the only ones left, when I was ready they helped me out of the bath, my legs were feeling slightly wobbly.

I sat on the bench getting dried, when Mr. Jones asked, "Can we give you a licking before you go?"

I didn�t answer, I just lay back along the bench lifted one leg up the wall, let the other one fall to the floor, and waited. It was heavenly, even Bryan seemed to have got this one sorted; I could have lain there all evening. As it was they must have been at it for half an hour. When they finished I said, "what can I do about my dress?"

"Our Morris nipped back ages ago and got you a new pair of knickers and an old pair of jeans. They were Jim�s jeans, much too big, but I put then on and turned up the bottom of the legs.

When they escorted me out, it was along a narrow corridor, with thick stone walls, we went through at least five big thick bolted doors, and came out in daylight, in a field at the house side of the barn.

As they walked me through the field, back to the house, Mr. Jones reminded me that I had had quite a few loads of cum soaked up my cunt. He said that there was a chance that I could get pregnant. He advised me to get Jim aroused, and make sure that I got a good fucking from him. He said I should take Jim by surprise, at the moment that he was about to cum, and grip him tight with my legs and arms so that he can�t get his prick out. Then I should just say that I love him, and needed to be reassured after all the troubles that we�d had. It sounded like a good idea so I thought I�d give it a try. He was still going through the details, when the gates of our house came into sight.

There was Jim waiting at the gate. I must have been still blushing when we arrived at the gate, because Jim said, "Are you alright, you look red faced."

"Yes darling, of course I am?"

"I think you wife is just blushing, because Morris said that that was the best he had ever tasted, in fact we all agreed, and we�ve just spent the last half hour licking it clean. Ain�t that right boys," said Mr. Jones with a broad grin on his face.

The boys were both grinning like Cheshire cats, and nodding uncontrollably. I just blushed more, knowing Mr. Jones was telling Jim about licking out my cunt.

"Well it looks like you all had a good time, and you�ve all come back the best of friends," Said Jim.

"Yes Jim you�ve got a little treasure there, as long as she here by your side I�m sure that you�ll never have any more trouble." Turning to me, he said, "Tell Jim about my cousin coming tomorrow to put right all the damage. We�ll say good night, we�re going back for our tea now. I�ll see you tomorrow." As soon as they were out of earshot, Jim asked, "What are you doing in my jeans?"

I explained that as soon as I realized that the sheep were loose in the farm yard, I had hurriedly returned and put on something old that covered my legs because I would need to climb the gate. He accepted this without question, and even praised me for wearing something sensible.

That night I made sure Jim was aroused, and I fucked him crazy, and even got him to give me second helpings. He came out with some stupid remark about me feeling better now that all our problems were over, and that was why I was so randy. And anyway, he said there wasn�t much chance of me getting pregnant on the first time.

When I woke up I was feeling so good, whether it was the fact that our troubles were over, or the fucking that I�d had, I�m not sure. Jim was still sound asleep, I think I had totally exhausted him last night. My sleep had been disturbed by the sound of a tractor and voices outside. I slipped on my panties and bra from the day before, and went to peek out of the window. There was a great big digging machine, a small flat truck and about five men out in the lane. I realized it was Mr. Jones cousin come to repair the damage to the garden. Even this made me feel better, as it meant Mr. Jones was going to stand by his word.

I skipped along the landing like a school girl. When I got to the bathroom I removed my panties, sat down and whilst having a pee I took off my bra, as I was going to get clean ones from my undies draw. I keep all my clothes in the back bed room, which is where I do my morning exercises. As you know I used to do some amateur ballet, so most mornings I would do my exercises at the bar. The bar is a round wooden beam mounted horizontally about three feet from the floor, and I had one set up in the back bedroom of our house.

At the back of our house the hills rose very steeply. There was a narrow path along the back of the house, with a tall wall at its edge, and the back garden started from the top of the wall, but the wall was ten foot high, and the garden sloped steeply upwards from there. That meant that our garden fence was level with the back bed room window. But as only sheep were ever on the hill, and there was never anyone in our garden, I never bothered with curtains. I would normally have slipped on a leotard, but with all the trouble we had been having, I had forgotten to wash the last one. As the sun always poured into that room in the morning, I had got into the habit of wearing a sleeping mask that covered my eyes, to stop it blinding me.

I glanced out into the mess that was our back garden, put on my mask as normal, and reached for the end of the bar. When at the bar I proceeded with my squatting, legs lifting and stretching exercises as normal. You can probably imagine the thing I mean. After a half hour workout, I removed my mask and walked to the window to check the clouds in the sky, to see what the weather was going to be like. Within two steps of removing my mask I realized that there was an audience of five men standing in our back garden leaning on the fence. How long they had been watching for, I don�t know, but they were no more than four foot away from me. I had been showing them my cunt and arse in full sunlight, stretched as wide as I could get it. I couldn�t hear them, but they were clapping there hands, giving me a round of applause. On seeing them I had frozen instantly, but within a split second I�d turned and rushed hurriedly from the room.

I stood on the landing, shaking. Suddenly I could hear Jim getting out of bed. I rushed into one of the other spare rooms, pulled a sheet from the bed, wrapped it around me and sheepishly returned to the back bedroom. I crawled across to my set of draws, and hurriedly found some clothes which I took back to the spare room to put on.