"Come on bitch, it�s like fucking a corpse."

"I told you boys, the fuck with me will be a waste of time, you�d be better of going down the village and having one of them school girls with the tight cunts." I could tell it wouldn�t be long before Bryan cum his load.

"Well this is the last time I�ll ask, if he cums inside me, then you might as well have your turns, because this will be the last fuck you�ll ever get, and I�m going to lie here like a wet fish."

It was as if they were controlled by one brain, they both grabbed Bryan and hauled him off.

He was protesting saying it wouldn�t have taken him much longer, and, "come on just let me have one or two more pumps." They started to help me to sit up and were saying your not gonna tell old Di are you. I knew I�d got the whip hand, and was just starting to say something. Then Bryan darted suddenly towards me, he had been finishing himself off with his hand. As he lunged forward and shot his cum in my face, he shouted, "Take that you bitch." He was a good shot, and he had plenty of cum. It was in my hair, and all over my face. One of the men landed a blow on Bryan and he slumped on the floor. The other man gave me an old rag out of his pocket, he had obviously been using it a handkerchief. I wipe my face, but I must still have looked a mess.

"If you pair want to keep your manhood intact, you�re going to have to control that idiot. Cuz if he comes near me, without Mr. Jones telling him to. I may not be able to make sure he gets what he deserves, but I�ll make sure you get it for him."

"What can we do about him; he�s got a mind of his own."

"You could have fooled me, I thought his brain was in his prick, and I think he�s shot most of that on my face."

"We can�t be with him all day every day," said the second man.

Now I know I said I didn�t like violence, but I think in some situations it might be justified.

"Now look you pair if you think I�m kidding you�d better think again. His dad might not hurt him, but if you pair teach him a lesson now and make sure that he knows that he�ll get the same again if he comes near me, then I�ll make sure Morris doesn�t say anything. So long as I don�t see Bryan or you lot again, unless Mr. Jones is with you, then I won't say a word"

"Come let�s get him out of here and give him a beating."

"Hey! Don�t forget to untie Morris before you go."

They undid some of the ropes around his wrists, and then dragged Bryan away, before Morris could get completely free.

I sat on the bed and started shaking. Morris was soon sitting by my side with his arm around me, I�m sure I was falling in love with him. He helped me to bath, and dress. I made his dinner, it was only twelve o�clock. What a morning!

The rest of the day was uneventful; I spent my time lying in the orchard on a hammock, on messing about in my new gardens. Morris was working on some fence posts on the hill; he was in sight all afternoon.

At tea time Mr. Jones came past in his tractor, and asked if I was feeling better.

"Yes thank you. And thanks for letting Morris stop around to protect me."

"Are you feeling up to another session yet?"

"Well I still feel a bit tender."

"I was being polite." His voice changed, "Do I need to ask you again?"

No I didn�t need asking a second time, "Yes when do you want me ready?"

"Well I thought that being as I�d let you have a rest all day, you�d want to come up to the barn and learn some new tricks."

"Yes please, what time?"

"You�ve seen enough of Morris today, I think I�ll send our Bryan to fetch you, I�ve seen him knocking around with a pair of his mates. I�ll bet he�d like to introduce you to them. Will that be ok?"

"Yes if that�s what you want." Now I was nervous.

"I�m going back to have my tea, they�ll be up in about an hour to collect you."

I waited nervously, expecting the worst, when the knock came I walked slowly, as if going to my own funeral. As I opened the door, and saw Morris standing there, I almost wet myself with excitement.

"Where�s Bryan I asked?"

"You told his mates to sort him out; he�s in a right state. Da�s asked him what happened, but he ain�t said."

"Where is he now?"

"He�s waiting with Da up at the barn, but he won�t be doing anything to you tonight, the state he�s in."

I no I shouldn�t, but I was glad, I thought it is about time he got his just deserts. Now I�d only have to look after old Mr. Jones and Morris. I was actually looking forward to showing of with Morris and his dad in front of Bryan, so that he could see what he was missing. I was almost dragging Morris up to the barn; he didn�t seem too eager to arrive.

"Come on you�ll soon have that monster of yours in action," I teased.

When we got into the slaughter house, the flood light were burning bright, Bryan was sitting on a chair at the side of the bed towards the bottom. He did look a mess, I tried to look concerned, and ask if he was aright, but I couldn�t have cared less. I started getting undressed, and putting my clothes on the box. I climbed on the bed as if this was all normal.

Mr. Jones spoke, "What do you know about what happened to our Bryan?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Well as he�s been in the wars I wondered whether you would like to do something to please him." This was an obvious order, not a question.

"Yes what ever he wants."

"Well he can�t talk very well, so I�ll tell you what he�s asked for."

"I said you could do with learning a new trick. Jump down and look under the bed."

I did, there I was naked on my hands and knees, looking under the bed with bum in the air, expecting some sort of insertion to take place.

"Do you know what you�re looking for?"

"No I thought you just wanted to do something to me."

"Look for a large pillow."

Under the bed was a large variety of implements, most of which I hadn�t a clue what they were. There were leather straps, big false pricks, and all sorts. I could see the pillows, the other side of the bed. I went around the bed and got on the floor in front of Bryan and pulled two large pillows out. Bryan didn�t touch me, much to my surprise. Mr. Jones said to put the thinnest one of these pillows on the bed, and lie on top of it. I did, it had lifted my cunt about six inches off the bed.

"What do you think Bryan is that about the right height?"

Bryan managed again, and nodded his head. I was ever more curious as to my lesson.

"Right come and give Patch a bit of fuss."

I�d noticed Bryan had his trusty dog at his side, but the dog had seemed quiet as if knowing his master wasn�t well.

I got down on the floor, and started to rub the dog around the head and neck as you would normally fuss a dog.

"Come on love turn round and let him have a lick."

He�d licked me before, and it wasn�t too bad (not that I had any choice), so I turned around and pushed my bottom towards patch.

"Open your knees, come on give him a chance."

I opened, he licked, Bryan was trying to encourage the dog, but was finding it hard to talk.

"Morris come and lift patch onto the bed."

Morris picked patch up put him on the bed; he was running around in circles all excited.

I stood up, and said, "now what?"

"Lay him down Morris."

He took the dog and told him to lie down; at the same time he pulled him onto his back.

"Go on then, take hold of his balls, and get sucking on that prick," said Mr. Jones.

I wasn�t sure whether I could put a dog�s prick in my mouth, but I reached across and took hold gently of his balls. As I did a little pink pointed prick appeared. I bent forward, pursed my lips, and as it touched, I sucked slowly and carefully. It slid in and rapidly got bigger, I began to push it in and out.

"Move your cunt round this way so our Bryan can have a feel, he�s still got a couple of fingers that work."

I turned whilst still looking after Patch, Bryan pushed, and I knew by the size, he was using both his fingers.

After a little while, "Ok love, get up now, we don�t want you to take him too far yet."

As I got up Bryan's fingers pulled out, I just stood there waiting and looking at Mr. Jones.

Morris helped the dog back to his feet, and held him still on the bed near the foot.

"On the pillow then love."

They weren�t really going to do this were they? I slowly edged myself into place on the pillow, and lay back waiting for the inevitable.

"What you doing, sit up and give him a hand."

I was so embarrassed, Morris led the dog up the bed till he was standing over me, they had judged the height exact. I reached down, but couldn�t find his prick. I took his balls with one hand and the other hand encouraged the tiny little member out of its sheath. I slid it in and out of my fingers, until it started to grow. I then put the end into my cunt, and gently squeezed his balls. Morris pushed, and patch got going, it soon grew in size. He was in his element, and gradually I could feel a large lump at the base of his prick. Patch was ramming as hard as he could, and Morris helped with a push that nearly moved me up the pillow. The lump went in, and patch looked happy. He was obviously cumming for all he was worth. He tried to dismount, turning round to lick his master, as if in triumph. He was facing the other way, while his prick was still buried deep in my cunt.

Bryan fussed him for a while, nodded to Morris, who patted my belly, and said, "Come on patch."

Patch turned back to me and started again. This carried on at least six times, I lost count.

They waited till patch had lost interest, and his swelling had gone down. At this point it slipped out and patch jumped down, running around wagging his tail.

During this event they had all been calling to patch with words of encouragement, even my Morris.

Even though none of them had fucked me they all looked really happy. I still can�t understand what pleasure they get from this.

Over the years, I�ve now got used to dogs, and though not something that I look forward to, it can sometimes be quite pleasurable.

Back to this first time. Mr. Jones was looking happy with my performance.

I sat up on the bed and asked, "Was that alright?"

"Well Bryan certainly enjoyed seeing his dog up you. Did it hurt when the knot went up?"

"Was that the big swelling that held him inside me?"

"That�s right."

"No, not really, it was big, but once it was in I could hardly feel it." I knew it was the kind of response that would make him mellow, and that usually would result in me getting an easier time.

"Put your fingers up, un pull it open for me."

I did.

"How do you feel about a couple more fucks before bed time?"

"Shall I take the pillow out then?"

"Yes chuck it on the floor, that�s a good girl. Come on lads"

Mr. Jones mounted first and I once again relaxed and started enjoying myself. He fucked me, and then when he rolled over exhausted, I climbed on top and fucked him, it was good.

I was then told that I had to try and cheer up Bryan, they helped him onto the bed, and I did my stuff. All the time I was grinning at him, because I knew I was now in control. When he was about to cum, I slowed the pace right down; I could see by his face he didn�t like this. I waited till he�d gone off the boil, and then sped up again. I did this several times and Bryan was getting more and more frustrated.

Then Mr. Jones said, "See that Morris she�s getting to be a real expert. When our Bryan finally shoots it�ll be like a nuclear explosion. This�ll be the best fuck he�s ever had."

There am I thinking I was going to annoy Bryan, when according Mr. Jones I was only making things better for him.

I once again brought my pace quicker, and just as I was going to slow down, Mr. Jones placed his hands on my waist, and pushed me hard down onto the eager prick. Boy did he cum, and so did I. My body started going wild; I wasn�t in control, pumping up and down like a mad thing. The fluid wasn�t trickling out of my cunt, it was flowing like a river.

When I�d calmed down, I carefully lifted myself off, but I was embarrassed to see the mess I�d made all over Bryan and the bed. I was even more embarrassed that fluid was still running from my cunt.

Mr. Jones smiled and said, "That was good, you looked as though you enjoyed yourself."

I smiled back, and nodded.

"Well be a good girl, and lick him clean."

I thought I�d be sick, but I bent down and cautiously started licking. I felt the mattress on the bed sink and I realised Morris was climbing up behind me. I felt his knob end pushing at the opening of my cunt, up it slid. The more he pushed the more I licked, I was now on a roll again, and I couldn�t help myself, and I knew no shame. I was loving the fuck, but I was also licking deep into Bryan�s arse, sucking his balls, and finally bringing his prick back to erection, I forced it deep into my throat. I was developing a technique of taking a deep breath, and then forcing myself hard down. I could actually feel the helmet on his knob deep inside my neck. As Morris shot his load, he was pushing harder onto Bryan who shot straight into my belly from the opposite direction.

They both decided to leave there pricks in for a soak, and I ended up passing out, whether from exhaustion or lack of breath, I don�t know.

I came round laid on the bed in the usual spread open position with an audience of smiling faces, this was a position that I would come to think of as normal.

I got cleaned, we all chatted happily together, mostly about what a good fuck I�d been, and I seemed to be totally shameless. It was almost as though we were discussing an evening�s bridge.

Morris walked me home and he joined me in my bed, I was exhausted, and was soon asleep. But once again as I slept my dream turned out to be reality and I awoke to find myself on top of Morris fucking him for all I was worth. We fucked several times during the night and slept the rest.

I woke up smiling with a glow that I�ve never known before.

Morris and I had breakfast and I spent the day in my garden with Morris in view on the hill most of the time.

When I heard the familiar sound of Mr. Jones coming up the lane on his tractor, I walked to the gate. As he approached with a big beaming smile, I could feel myself blushing.

"And how�s my little girl today?"

"Very well thank you. Would you like me to make you a nice cup of tea?" I asked.

"Thanks that would just go down a treat right now."

I opened the gate, turned and started walking to the house. I felt an arm coming around my waist; it brought me to a halt. I waited, and then I felt the other hand sliding up in between my legs. I parted my legs, and slightly squatted to give him access. His fingers probed around, moving my gusset to one side and his middle fingers was going up and down. I stood there in broad daylight half way down my garden path squatting down with a scruffily dressed old welsh farmer poking away at my cunt. I couldn�t understand, somehow they had re-programmed me from a church going school teacher, that used to get sex once a month in bed with the lights out and only ever with my husband, into a shameless slut that would fuck any time any where with almost any one.

After about five minutes poking, he took his hand out and said, "Come on lets go down to the orchard. He led my hand and I went with him to the orchard. He led me to the fence so that we could see the railway-line down the valley. His hand up my skirt, down came my panties, I leaned forward onto the fence, up went the back of my skirt and he was in and away. He had obviously timed this to perfection, as we heard the train whistle blowing, and the train full of smiling waving tourists made its way passed.

Mr. Jones obviously found this some sort of turn-on and I must admit is was weird, smiling and waving to moms, Dads, and children, whilst being fucked in broad daylight.

The train always stopped at the little station, about fifty yards along the lane. The people were still visible, and some were even still looking our way when Mr. Jones started his final thrusts. As he pumped his spunk deep up inside me he made a point of almost lifting me over the fence with each push, I was sure that someone on the train must have been able to guess what he was doing to me. But as he shot his cum up me he kept on waving to the children and the one or two adults that were looking our way.

He pulled out, and without a thank you or anything, spun me round, and pulled me down to suck and lick him clean. While I was getting busy cleaning Mr. Jones, his old dog �Blue� pushed his nose up the back of my skirt, and proceeded to clean me. Mr. Jones was holding me so I couldn�t have stopped him, but the point was that I didn�t even try!

"Right that�ll do now, I�ve work to be done. I can�t spend all afternoon keeping you amused. Come on Blue, that cunt�ll still be there when we see Margaret next time."

What a cheek, he was trying to make out I was the one that wanted it, and what did he mean about my cunt still being available later, was he bringing his dog back tonight to fuck me?

I was still standing there fuming in some sort of trance, when I heard the vicar's voice, "Oh. So there you are Mrs. King. I heard from Mrs. Jones that you were under the weather, so I thought I�d pay you a visit."

My panties were laid on the floor by my feet; I quickly kicked them into the bottom of the hedge, and started walking across the orchard towards the vicar. His dog a big black Labrador came bounding across and straight past me, making a beeline for the hedge. I was struck with horror; I turned and ran to make sure he didn�t retrieve my panties. I got to the hedge just as he was turning back with his praise in his mouth. In desperation I grabbed the panties and tugged violently, they ripped, and I had now got them in my hand. I had however pulled so hard, that when they ripped I unbalanced over backwards.

I was so obsessed with making sure that the dog didn�t get my panties back, I was stuffing them into the waist band of my skirt, then I realised too late that he�d found a new interest. I rapidly got my hands down onto his head, and tried in vain to push it out of reach of my cunt. I was struggling to get up, and not succeeding with keeping the dog from its target, when the vicar took hold of my arm and helped me to my feet. He had been shouting at his dog all the time, but the dog was taking no notice, and even now as I stood up the dog was under my skirt with his nose and tongue firmly in my crotch.

The vicar was apologising and shouting at the dog in turn, he was trying to pull the dog by his hind quarters, I was pushing down on the dogs head from the outside of my skirt. The dog was licking away as if neither of us were doing anything. Next second Morris appeared, shoved his hands up my skirt, grabbed the dog around his collar, and yanked him out throwing him bodily across the orchard. The dog yelped, and slunk off into the corner, cowering down. Morris just turned and went as quick as he�d come.

The vicar didn�t know what to say to apologise, he couldn�t understand what had come over the dog. He helped me down onto a wooden bench under the apple tree, and he sat by my side with his arm supportively around my shoulders. I tried to explain the attack away, by saying that it was that time of the month that us ladies don�t feel well, and it must be the odour that comes with that condition that had upset the dog. The vicar looked embarrassed at the line of this conversation, and said he would go now in case the dog goes silly again.

He got the dogs lead out of his pocket, and called, "Bruce." The dog looked up, got up and slowly walked towards us.

"He looks sorry, doesn�t he?" I said.

The vicar had stood up, and I was sitting on the end of a wooden bench facing the approaching dog.

"I think he calmed down now," said the vicar holding the clip of the lead out in front of him for the dog to come and get fastened.

I put my hands out in front of me in a friendly gesture; the dog went straight passed the vicar, under my arms and up my skirt. The dog was now well and truly lapping on my cunt, he was in-between my legs, and push as I might, the head didn�t budge. I was just sitting there being licked with the local vicar stood there pulling fruitlessly at his dog.

Knowing how Morris had pulled the dog off I grabbed my skirt, pulled it up out of the way and said to the vicar, "Grab his collar."

The vicar grabbed the dog�s collar, and pulled. The dog took no notice, he was on a mission. The vicar was still pulling, but he was now stood there looking at my naked hairy mound, with his dogs tongue making great progress below on my cunt. Every time we managed to move the dogs head away the vicar got a close up view of how my cunt was now starting to react to the licking. I was laid there for at least two or three minutes, when the dog finally withdrew his head.

But this was only so he could mount me. He lunged forward pushing me back flat on the bench, and as he did my head went crack, I felt his stabbing prick find its mark. There was nothing that the vicar or I could do. I struggled, but Bruce was big and powerful, and wanted me. After about a minute, he shot his load, and as with the little sheep dog last night, his prick was knotted firmly inside me. The dog stood there facing away from me panting with a big smile on his face, his dick anchored in solid.

After a short while I thought I might as well sit up, I was still trying to push the dog off when the vicar came over to help me. It must have looked bizarre, me with a dog up my cunt and a vicar by my side.

I broke the silence, "Well I guess he'll calm down now."

"I� I don�t know what to say Mrs. King. He�s never done anything like this before."

That�s alright, it wasn�t your fault, I suppose it must have just got the better of him."