I then went down stairs and started preparing Jim�s breakfast. When he came down he was full of himself, any one would think that he had been the instigator of last nights passion. He even apologized for not withdrawing (as he put it), and said that any way it was about time we thought about starting a family. I put his breakfast down and he ate it as though he hadn�t been fed for weeks. We discussed the fact that Mr. Jones�s cousin had arrived, with a gang of men, at least seven according to Jim. Jim was worried that they would charge us for the work they were doing, and with all those men that wouldn�t be cheap. He said that as soon as he�d finished his meal, we should go out and introduce ourselves, so a not to offend them.

I was dreading meeting any of my audience from earlier. As soon a he�d finished, he said, "Come on leave the washing up till later, let�s go and find out which one is Mr. Jones�s cousin and introduce ourselves."

The first man we met outside was hosing down the back yard, and he said the gaffer (Mr. Jones�s cousin) was out the back in the garden. I was starting to blush already. As we walked through to the back garden, we nodded politely to four different men who were all working away at various tasks. We arrived at the back garden gate; Jim asked the first man, "Who�s the gaffer then?"

"That him," Said the man pointing. As we made our way across the large garden, towards the gaffer, all eyes were on me. I knew I was blushing brightly, I could almost feel their hands, or tongs on my body. Even Jim noticed their staring, and whispered in my ear, "Anyone would think they hadn�t seen a woman before. And your as bad, blushing like a school girl."

Jim introduced himself and me to the gaffer, who said his name was Di (David, same as his cousin old Mr. Jones the farmer). We made some polite small talk, and Jim gradually got round to asking whether we needed as many men as this, "I�m not sure whether we can really afford to pay this many men for a whole day," he said.

Di said, "Don�t be silly, old Di down at the farm is funding this lot. He wants me to make sure that I get it sorted out today, so as you can go away happy."

Jim said he couldn�t thank him enough, Di said it was old Mr. Jones we should thank. We turned and we went back to the house. I spent the morning making dinner, and Jim did some tinkering about in his shed. When he came in for his dinner he couldn�t stop talking about how good a job the men were doing and he thought they would be finished soon. He was right, we had only just finished dinner when Di knocked on the door, and asked us to inspect the work to see if we were satisfied. They had done a brilliant job and we both thanked Di and told him to tell his men thank you from us both. He and his men packed up their equipment and left.

Later in the afternoon, Jim and I were sitting in the orchard, saying how wonderful it was going to be living here now that we had made friends with Mr. Jones, when we heard someone at the gate.

"Hi Jim, Margaret how�s it going?" Said the smiling Mr. Jones.

"Everything is perfect, and I can�t thank you enough for what you�ve done. You don�t know just how happy you�ve made my Margaret."

"Well I�m really pleased about that. And as from yesterday, I like to think of you both as family, which makes her my Margaret, as well."

"Well that�s nice of you to say, but I�m sure that she didn�t go to any special trouble for you yesterday."

"Special trouble or not, me and the lads really appreciated it, as I said yesterday it was that good we licked it out."

"I�m sure Margaret could spare some more if you like it that much. Said Jim, not realizing what Mr. Jones was talking about licking.

"Well if its not being too greedy are you sure you don�t mind Margaret? It would be right neighbourly of you."

"Yes that�s no problem," I said, I�ll go and get you some.

As I was about to get up, Di the cousin arrived.

Mr. Jones said to his cousin that I had offered to let him have some more of what he�d had yesterday, and turning to Jim said, "Do you think they�ll be enough for both of us?"

"Margaret�s got plenty, and I hardly ever bother with it, you�d be doing me a favour. I�m sure we�ve only got it be cause she likes doing it so much," said Jim, his words fuelling Mr. Jones's imagination.

Di said, "in that case could I be cheeky and invite the lads up here to join in."

Jim said, "Of course you can. Hang on Margaret, I�ll come and give you a hand"

"Actually Jim, that�s what I came up here for, you�re wanted by Mrs. Jones down at the farm. She said old Di here is useless in the house. You nip down there and sort out Mrs. Jones, and we�ll give your missies a hand," said Di.

"Ok then I�ll go straight off now."

"While your down there find our Morris and tell him to sent the work gang up to the barn, tell them you�re missies will be there to give them a treat," said Mr. Jones grinning.

"Ok," called Jim as he made his way down the lane.

Jim wasn�t out of site before Di came across, stood in front of me and said, "Lift up your leg like you were doing this morning, I cant wait till we get to the barn to get this load of spunk out." He was placing my right arm over his shoulder (for me to hold on him), and he bent down taking hold of my leg to assist or encourage me to lift my left leg. Mr. Jones didn�t say a word, but just gave me that look that I remembered from the day before. I lifted my leg, he slid my panties to one side, and I was backed up to the old wooden table. It slid up easily, and he started my second session.

We heard the train whistle blow. It was a train on the old narrow gauge steam railway running at the bottom of the valley about fifth yards away. The people in the carriages could just be seen when you stood up, and from where I was standing or leaning against the table, I could see them waving their hands. Di waved, as he fucked away. He finished too soon and as he lowered my leg back to the floor he said, "Oh My god love! I needed that. Seeing you this morning, me and the gang have not though of anything else all day. I nearly came to the house this morning while your old man was in the shed."

So that was it, no introductions, just a quick fuck, no �thank you that was nice�, or even �I�m sorry to have fucked you in broad daylight in front of a train full of tourists�, (not that they could tell what he was doing to me).

He put his arm around me and said. "Come on lets get up to the barn."

I started walking with him when old Mr. Jones said.

"Hang on seeing you two together, gave me an idea. Why don�t we let the lads bang her here in the orchard? It�s a pleasant evening, With any luck we might get one of them groups of hill walkers come past, and we can invite them to join in."

"What about the film?"

"We got plenty of that yesterday, and I'm sure there�ll be plenty more opportunities."

I thought what film? Got plenty yesterday! What were they on about? My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the rowdy group coming up the lane.

The gang was arriving, including Mr. Jones�s two boys; I counted eleven men, with Mr. Jones and his cousin that�s 13! Unlucky for some, and I think, the someone was me. It was obvious that he expected me to take them all, and no doubt some of them more than once.

He did, and I did. They used my every hole for the next two hours. I had cum more times that I could remember, and there were small pools of cum all over the orchard, where they had had me in different locations and positions. When they had all finished, I needed help to stand up, (he said yesterday that I�d get fucked till I couldn�t stand up), today this came true.

Morris helped me home and took me up to my bathroom, he ran the water and helped me in, and then he left me. I just lay there, and I was still there when Jim came home. Jim told me how good spirits the gang of men were in when they had returned to the farm, "I don�t know how you managed to satisfy all that lot with a few jars of fruit preserve," he said. If only he�d known! I tried to get out of the bath, but I was really aching.

As I was struggling, Jim walked in, "what�s wrong Margaret?"

"It�s alright, I�m just aching. My periods due soon."

"Do you want some help?"

"Please," I said holding out my arm. He helped me out of the bath and along the landing to the bedroom, where I sat on the bed.

Jim had a cheeky grin on his face, he said, "Perhaps it was the seeing to that I gave you last night, I must be too much for you." This was very uncharacteristic for Jim.

I lay back and closed my eyes.

"I�m sorry. I didn�t realize that you were hurting that bad."

I lay there for about five minutes, when Jim said, "we ought to be getting ready to start back home now."

"I�m not really feeling up to it just yet, do you mind if I stop here till you come back next week?"

"Well if you�re sure you�ll be ok."

"I�m sure I�ll be ok now we�ve made our peace with Mr. Jones."

"Yes, I suppose that�s one thing, now that�s all settled I can at least leave you here alone knowing that Mr. Jones and his boys will take care of you."

"Yes, I�m sure they will."

"Do you want me to call in at the farm and tell him I�m leaving you here, so he can come and see you�re alright?"

"No, please don�t, I�d rather just get some rest."

He got his things together, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left. I drifted off to sleep, with a dull ache in my groin.

When I awoke, the first thing I thought was, where�s Jim? It then came flooding back, what had happened the evening before. I started to get out of bed and felt a slight twinge, but considering my condition last night, I�d made a remarkable recovery. As I sat upright at the side of the bed, I was startled by something moving near the door. It was Morris sitting himself up from where he had been sleeping at the foot of my door! I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me.

As he woke, he looked momentarily confused.

"What are you doing there?" I asked.

"I... Well Da sent me up here last night to make sure you were alright."

"How did you know I�d be here?"

"Your Jim called in on his way home and said you weren�t feeling well, he asked me Da to look in and take care of you."

"So why are you laid there?"

"I don�t think our Da trusts our Bryan, so he asked me to make sure you didn�t get any callers."

"How long have you been there?"

"Since about nine last night. You were fast asleep when I arrived."

"You�ve been on the floor all night just to protect me?"

"Da said you�d done well and deserved the rest."

"That was nice of him. But hang on, how did you get in, I�d locked the door?"

"Jim gave Da a key. But it wouldn�t have mattered; we�ve got our own anyway."

"Well thanks again for stopping last night, and thanks for not touching me, I don�t think I could have taken any more."

"That�s alright. You looked so sweet laid there, like a little girl."

"I�m sure you can go home now, I�ll be alright."

"I will if you want, but Da did say I was to find work in the back field, so as to keep an eye on the house. But its up to you, if your feeling alright and don�t mind our Bryan giving you a visit, then I�ll go and get on with the job I�d already started down the bottom field."

A visit from Bryan was not what I wanted at this moment, so I said, "No it�s probably best to do as your dad said. Do you mind waiting down stairs till I get dressed? I�ll make you some breakfast when I come down if you want."

"Thanks Mrs. King, I�m starving."

I rushed around getting dressed, not bothering to wash and ran down the stairs. I certainly did feel a lot better that last night, or was I just excited having Morris in the house. I made his breakfast, which he ate rapidly, and then picked up the plate and licked it clean. Watching him lick the plate clean like a child, it was hard to imagine him licking out my cunt. But as I started to think that, I knew I was getting randy again.

"Right," I said trying to get myself thinking of something else. "You can go and get on with some work now, because I�ve got to go and do my morning exercises."

"Oh please Mrs. King let me come and watch you?"

"No. I couldn�t do my exercises with you watching."

"But you did them yesterday, cuz everybody was saying how they�d never seen anything like it before."

"Yes but that was different. I didn�t know they were watching."

"Oh go on. Please. Please Mrs. King. I�ll be your slave for the day, I�ll do anything you want."

He�d already seen me naked, and fucked me I don�t know how many times. What difference could it make letting him see me exercise?

"Well ok then, you wait here I�ll go up and get changed into my leotard, then I�ll call you up."

"What�s a leotard?"

"That�s what I wear when I�m exercising."

"Everybody said you were fucking naked."

"Please don�t swear Morris, it doesn�t sound nice using that language."

"Everybody uses them words, except back at the farm when my moms in."

"I know they do, but when the others are not around, please pretend that I�m your mother."

"I can�t do that, cuz you keep making my cock stiff, and I don�t think of mom like that."

"No. I meant just don�t use any bad language when were alone."

"If I promise, can watch you naked?"

Why not? "Yes. But keep your distance, and don�t touch."

We went up stairs, he watched, I stripped, and I started to do my routine. At first I was finding it difficult to lift my legs with him sitting on the floor just two or three feet away. But gradually I started to relax; I found I was stretching for all I was worth. It was later in the morning than my usual routine, so there was no sun blinding me. I could see him staring, and I purposely turned in his direction as much as was possible and smiled as I showed him holes. I was now sweating profusely, and I could feel that now familiar tickle as the juices dribble from my cunt and down both my legs. It was no exaggeration to say that I was in a frenzy. I could see Morris holding that mighty prick, it was still in his trousers, but it was fighting to come out.

"Oh!" thwack. I�d slipped on my own juices that had formed a slimy pool on the lino. I was laid on my back, legs open as usual, I wasn�t hurt, just momentarily shaken.

Morris came over and knelt over top of me, "Have you hurt yourself?"

"No. I�m alright."

He looked at me, almost begging, "Please can we fuck?"

"Not here, carry me to my bedroom."

He did, and then he stood back and got slowly undressed. He mounted me slowly and gently, pushing the great horse dick relentlessly in, until it reached my cervix. Our first fuck lasted about five minutes, but we fucked at least three more times. Then he rolled off and lay at my side. It had been just perfect; I lay there thinking life doesn't get much better than this.

I think we must both have drifted off to sleep, I don�t know how long we slept, but I know my belly felt good.

I was dreaming, and as sometimes happens, the dream started to get so real that the sensations became a reality. I could feel Morris licking my cunt; he was licking, and licking. His tongue going deeper and deeper each lap, I was responding, stretching ever wider, and lifting onto each penetration. I had my eyes closed, and I was loving it.

I mouthed out the words, I must have been saying them aloud, "Come on Morris be a good boy and lick your plate clean, and then momma won�t have to wash it."

In the vague distance I heard, "Look at her go, she thinks its Morris."

As I opened my eyes, two men were standing either side of the bed, who were they? That isn�t Morris licking me, its Bryan. Where�s Morris? He was laid bound and gagged in the corner. How could they, who were they? There was a great big long shot gun standing up against the wall, that�s how they had got the better of Morris. Morris was looking at me almost as if he was about to cry, I expect he was feeling guilty for not being on his guard. I couldn�t blame him, I�m sure he would have done what he could. Now back to my predicament. There was no one holding me, so why not try to get up. Well I didn�t think there was any point; I was about ready to resign myself to another session, when Bryan surfaced.

He knelt up in-between my legs, grinning, "You like a good licking don�t you bitch?"

I suddenly saw red, and thought why should he talk to me like that? I just stared at him in silence.

He lifted his hand and brought it up alongside my face, as if he was ready to slap me.

"I asked you a question Bitch," he said threateningly.

I said nothing. SLAP!

My face stung.

"I asked you a question Bitch," he repeated.

I said nothing. He hand drew back again; I closed my eyes and winced. SLAP!

I started to weep.

"Answer this time bitch, or I�ll fucking kill you." He drew his hand back, I closed my eyes again.

"That�s enough Bryan cant you see the marks you�re putting on her, your Da will bloody slaughter us," said one of the men as he grabbed Bryan�s hand.

Bryan struggled, but the other man joined in, "Calm down Bryan, lets just fuck her and go."

I thought this is my chance to capitalize on Mr. Jones strong brutal reputation.

"Before you lot decide, just remember that Mr. Jones sent Morris up here to make sure I didn�t get touched. Now we both no he doesn�t care about me, but when somebody does something that he doesn�t want he get mad. Now Morris knows who you are, and when I tell Mr. Jones that he�ll make Morris tell him. He�ll have you lot brought up to the barn for punishment. I�m sure if I played up enough I could get him to blow the balls off both of you. I know Bryan would get away with a cuff round the ear hole, but you pair would be sorted for life. Is one fuck with a sloppy cunt like mine worth the agro?"

The look on their faces, I knew I�d given them something to think about. They started pulling Bryan off the bed, he got angry, and shrugged them both off. They didn�t know what to do, Bryan started to mount. I lay back motionless, "I told you he doesn�t care about you pair, his dad isn�t going to mutilate him. Is he? But as for you two is it worth the risk." When I had been fucked before, I hadn�t been able to control my own cunt, but whether it was because I was so angry, or the concentration of talking, I don�t know. But I was managing to lie dead still, and Bryan didn�t like it.