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Holy Orders

By: Mikro



WARNING

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGIOUS CHARACTERS.

*

Graham kissed me on the cheek as he always did when he went to work and said

"I should be home at my usual time. Have a good day and don't let the builders slack. We need to get the work finished as soon as possible."

"Yes I will, have a good day." I replied, waving as drove away.

We had finally been forced to move into our new home on Friday. The building work was not finished and it was several weeks behind schedule but we had to move due to the new vicar taking over our previous parish. As Graham had been promoted, he didn't want to delay any longer so we agreed to work around the building works. The old house was still usable for the most part but the new extension was only half done due to some unforeseen problems. Subsidence I think one of the builders told Graham when they arrived this morning but it was foreign to me.

As Graham drove away, I looked out beyond our garden to the wide-open vistas. The house was very old and set in the middle of the countryside, surrounded by fields and woodland. In no way typical of a country vicarage, the previous vicar had lived here for fifty years and never done any work to the house. When he died, he left it to the diocese and it became the vicarage. Everything about it was old and decrepit. I was dismayed when I had first seen it but the Bishop had agreed to some major alterations and the work had started almost straight away. Graham had told me that the other four Vicars homes that were now unused would more than pay for the alterations.

Graham was thirty-five and had been a vicar almost from leaving uni. Something he had wanted to do since childhood. He was ten years older than I was when we met but we just seemed to belong together. 

I was always a loner. My mother died when I was a just a little girl and my father just lost it so the only person who showed me any attention was the vicar who used to come round to see that daddy and I were ok. I remember he used to play dollies with me and he was such a nice man. It took a long time for daddy to recover but recover he did and seemed to get back to his old self. I was had been very close to my mother as daddy was always working, so I never had a close relationship with him. Therefore, when he came home one day just after my tenth birthday and said that we were moving I wasn't surprised. It just seemed like a little adventure. What I didn't know then was daddy was getting remarried, and I didn't find that out until the day of the wedding. Getting a new dress was wonderful but I had no idea what was going on at the church until the vicar, the same one that used to come round said.

"Hello Dawn. You must be really looking forward to having a new mummy." Then he walked away, patting me on the head as he used to. To say I was confused would be an understatement, even for a child.

Anyway after the wedding we moved into a new house with my new 'mother' who seemed to hate me from the off, and it didn't help that she already had two children of her own. Jason who was eighteen and Penny who was twenty. Neither of them seemed to know I existed until I got under their feet and then it was just, "Move brat." or something like it. Therefore, I just hid myself away from them all as much as possible.

We did start going to church regularly. Not our old church as we had moved too far away. This was where I first met Graham. He took the Sunday school classes and as time went by I would help him with the younger children. We spent a lot of time together and he would always walk me home after. Nothing ever happened of course, not even a kiss or hand holding. He was much too proper for that and so courteous. I felt it was inevitable that we would one day marry. 

Shortly after my nineteenth birthday, my father called me into his study. As soon as I saw Graham sitting with him, I suppose I guessed why I was there.

We were married shortly after and not long after that Graham got his own parish. We have been married now for five years. It wasn't exciting but I was happy and I was the dutiful vicar's wife and helped wherever I could with his parish work.

"You ok miss?"

The voice startled me, I don't know how long I had been gazing but it suddenly seemed like ages. "Ohh yes, sorry you startled me Mr Hughes."

"Please call me Pete and I will call you Dawn ok?" He stepped forward and held his huge hand out to me.

Somewhat taken back by his sudden movement I reached out and said, "Er yes, Pete, yes I'm fine thank you." 

His hand swallowed mine and he held it a little longer than needed but I just thought he was being friendly. "Cuppa tea would be nice." he said,

"Of course!" I replied, pulling my hand from his as I walked past him into the house. 

He followed me to the kitchen and said, "Five of us."

"Yes ok it will be five minutes."

I don't know if he heard me as he had gone from the doorway, only to appear a moment later with the other men. As the sun was quite high now none of them had shirts on and they were all in shorts, some were very short, almost indecent. I couldn't help but notice there muscular bodies, covered in sweat. I felt inexplicably embarrassed

As I made the tea, I heard a shuffling of chair and when I turned around, they had all seated themselves along one wall behind me, leaving one chair by the kitchen table and beside the back door. 

They were all chatting quietly until Pete said, "If you don't mind me asking Dawn the guys here were wondering just how old you were. I know it's rude to ask a woman there age but as you're old man is what, forty something? We just wondered."

I giggled, "Forty something, no he's thirty five and I am twenty five."

"There you are, told you he was dirty old git, what a waste of I nice bit of skirt." one of the others said.

"Don't mind him Dawn. Bill. Be quiet. She's the vicar's wife not some bit of skirt."

I was somewhat dumbstruck I think, I had never been called a 'bit of skirt' before and wasn't sure how I felt about it. "That's ok." I said. I poured the tea and took it over to them on a tray.

"So does he do the business then?" Bill asked.

I must be really naïve, as I had no idea what he meant. It must have shown on my face as they all laughed. "He means in bed, can he get it up."

"Tony that's enough." Pete said.

I was flushed red and didn't know where to put my face. I went to the cupboard without saying anything, hiding my embarrassment by reaching for a tin of biscuits. By the time I put them on the table the laughter had stopped.

"You will have to forgive this crude lot Dawn." Pete said "They are not used to dealing with....well vicars wives shall we say."

"That's ok." I said and sat in the remaining chair by the door. I couldn't help looking along the line of men sat there. Those shorts seemed to have shrunk and I realised that Pete's were so short his, willy, was showing, just a little bit but to my eyes it seemed huge. I averted my gaze but no matter what I did I just kept going back to it.

"Is your knob end hanging out Pete cos her eyes have gone like saucers?" Not Bill this time but one of the others.

I was so embarrassed I wanted to run but I knew that would make things worse so I sat there, staring at the wall. A strange feeling in my stomach

"So doe's he then?" Bill again, and this time of course I knew what he meant.

"My husband and I are very happy thank you very much, and I prefer you not to talk to me like that." I said angrily, "My private life has nothing to do with any of you."

"Maybe not but your private parts will be if you stand up with that door behind you." Another one this time

I suddenly realised what they meant, and why I sat in front of the door. I was wearing a thin cotton dress and the sunlight must be passing straight through it. Even though I had underwear on they wouldn't need much imagination to widen there lurid thoughts. I went to jump up and run out of the kitchen in anger but knew that would be giving them what they wanted. Instead, I just said, "I think it's time you were back at work." I tried to inject Graham's authority into my voice but they just laughed.

"You gotta move sometime so I think I will just wait here till you do." Bill said. The others all laughed in agreement.

"B....but you can't" I stammered, "Graham will know you haven't done any work and he will be angry that I let you slack." I used Graham's word, as I didn't know a better one. Big mistake.

"Nothing slack about me darling." Bill said, putting his hand to his crotch and grabbing himself in a filthy manner. The others followed suit. My eyes went straight to Pete who like the others had grabbed himself, putting his 'willy' even more on show.

My face went red all over again. "Please you must go back to work. Please."

"Ok Dawn." Pete said, "Ill make you a deal. You stand in front of that door for, ooo lets say a minute and then we will go back to work."

Shocked I said, "No I couldn't."

"Why not you didn't mind this morning when you were out the front."

Oh my god, I hadn't thought of that they must have been looking even then, or Pete had at least." "I cant, I would be so ashamed."

"Well we aren't going back to work till you do, and if you leave it too long the time will go up to 2 minutes so make your mind up. What harm can it do, we only want to look and it's not like you would be naked would it."

What choice did I have? They had been sitting here for nearly an hour already, and like he said it's not like I would be naked, even if it felt like it. "Alright, alright. But you promise you will go straight back to work?"

"Yep after two minutes we will go back to work." Bill said.

"You said one minute." I said

"That was then. You kept us waiting so now it's two and outside would be better." Pete said, smiling.

"Out....Yes alright but then you go back to work." I said defeated.

I took a deep breath and moved outside as quickly as I could. Before I had even turned and moved the chair they were all around me. Hands on me guiding me outside. They manhandled me into position, with more touching me than I thought was necessary. They positioned me so that the sun was behind me of course but slightly to one side. I stood there, eyes closed. I felt a hand between my legs just above my knees and jumped.

"What are you doing. Nobody said anything about touching." I was shaking, I convinced myself it was due to anger not the feel of a mans hand on my naked flesh.

"Need those pretty legs open so the light can get through don't we." Pete said.

"I can do it myself, just say how far." I said.

A burst of laughter and again I realised my error, "As far as you can darlin so I can see that bush of yours."

Again bright red I ignored the filthy comment and opened my legs about two feet. "That will be far enough." I said.

They were still not satisfied but they accepted what was on offer and started looking me over. I was so embarrassed. They came up close and one man even tried to look up my dress They looked at me from all angles. "Is it two minutes yet? It must be two minutes."

"Why darlin? Is that pussy of yours begging for a real shagging then."

"Please, don't talk like that. I have done as you asked now will you please go back to work." I said, closing my legs but too afraid to walk past them I turned and walked into the garden.

"I bet the vicar loves them frilly knickers don't he?" a voice shouted to my back.

I was shaking. I didn't realise they would see that much. Graham didn't know anything about my 'frilly knickers'. He had never seen any of my underwear. He had never seen me undress and certainly never seen me naked. If he knew about my little secret he would be so shocked. I don't think he would want to hear me say it was the only feminine thing I had. It shocked me thinking about it. But I knew deep down that's why I had kept them after our marriage. I had started wearing them at college. They just felt so nice, so feminine and when you're a loner you're the only one who can make you feel that way. So I did. Until now I was the only person who knew, the only person who had ever seen them.

"Don't worry darlin we wont tell him we seen em. Not if your nice to us." another voice this time.

I walked to the bench half way down the garden and brushing the debris off sat down. I couldn't quite get my head round what was happening. This was my new home. My new life. I had only been here for two days and felt like I had betrayed Graham. Not only had five complete strangers looked at me luridly, with god knows what thoughts going through their heads but I had assisted them. And they had touched me, I distinctly remember at least one hand on my breasts and then those hands on my legs, spreading them. The feeling in my stomach started again at this thought, driven on by the knowledge that they had seen my underwear. What was happening to me.

"Pull yourself together Dawn." I said to myself. "It's just men playing around, just trying to get you embarrassed that's all, ignore them." I stood up and determined to heed my own advice I forced a smile to my face and went back into the house. I would have changed my dress but there was no way I was going to be half naked, even for a second with those men in the house. Neither my bedroom nor the bathroom was safe as they were both being worked on.

Several times during the next hour or so I had to squeeze past one builder or another. Either for something I was doing or something they said they needed to do. More than once I felt a hand running over my bottom or over my hip. I did my best to ignore them but my stomach just kept leaping each time it happened and even down....there....felt funny. And however hard I tried I couldn't get the picture of Pete's, thing, out of my head. 

Even though I had never seen Grahams I knew what one looked like. I had been in my step sisters room one night when she came home with her boyfriend. I hid in a corner of the messy room hoping nobody would see me. I couldn't believe what they did with his, thing. What she did with it. I was disgusted and it made my stomach turn.

"Just like it was now." I mumbled

"What was that." a voice said, making me jump. It was one of the builders, Ray I think his name was. I must have been in dreamland as I remembered my step sister as I hadn't heard him come into the kitchen. He was close to me and getting closer. Before I knew it he was pushing me against the sink. 

I could feel his hardness pushing against my bottom. His hot breath against my neck. This mingled with my thoughts made my tummy swirl in turmoil and the feeling down there was growing with each second. It was his hand on my breast that shook me out of it. I pushed against the sink violently thus against him. His hardness seemed to dig into me but as he went backward I slid away from him. I didn't say anything, breathing had become difficult, I rushed into the garden hoping the air would make it easier but it took a long time for me to calm down. I couldn't believe the turmoil that was in my stomach, and all over my body. My nipples were rubbing against my bra tingling and my legs were shaking, even sitting down.

"Time for tea Dawn." a voice said from above me. I looked up to see Pete hanging out of what was going to be the master bedroom. The wall at this point was non existent as it was going to be a huge window.

"Yes, ok." I said timidly, not able to think straight.

As I put the kettle on it dawned on me of course that they would all be leering at me again. I quickly grabbed an apron and wrapped it around me, tying it at the front. Now let them leer. All they would see would be a little old lady holding a loaf of bread, which of course was the pattern on the front.

I felt a little easier as they walked into the kitchen knowing they couldn't see anything and as I had moved the chairs back around the table I knew I would not be stuck by the door. This illusion of safety was soon shattered when all but one of them went and sat in the garden. Pete stood by the door into the house. Which meant I had to go into the garden with the tray.

The apron still gave me feeling of security so I picked up the tray and moved to the back door. As I stepped out Bill stepped in front of me, a huge smile on his face. I stepped back but only as far as Pete who had moved in behind me.

"Tut tut sexy lady." Bill smirked, "We don't need this do we." and started to undo the apron.

I was trapped and didn't have any idea what to say as I felt the apron lifted over my head and dropped to the floor. Bill bent down to pick it up. I felt his hand on my leg and Pete had moved in close behind me, I could feel his hardness pushing into my bottom and the picture of his willy came into my head. Bills hand was now past my knees. "Please don't." I murmured.

As his hand reached my upper thigh I started to shake. "That's enough Bill or she will drop the tray on your head." Pete said.

Why hadn't I thought of that instead of shaking like a school girl getting her first kiss. Bill stood up and made a sarcastic bow, waving me though with his arm. Shakily I put the tray on the table. The garden had several of those plastic chairs and a swing chair, one of those things with the sun shade attached. All the plastic chairs had been taken so I took my tea and sat on the swing chair. Bill and Pete joined me and as it was only a two seater I was immediately squashed between them. They squirmed and turned until I was sitting half on and half off there leg, my bum raised off the seat almost. With my cup in my hand I could hardly keep it from spilling. I was not comfortable. Neither with the seat or having them so close to me. My stomach was doing its turning thing again as the picture of Pete's 'thing' earlier came into my mind. If it was doing that again it meant that it would almost be touching my leg.

As soon as they were settled their hands rested on my legs, one each side. I could push one off but with my cup in my hand I couldn't push them both off. The other three had swung there chairs round facing me and moved in closer, so close I couldn't even move my legs away. As I tried to fight first one hand then the other off I felt my legs being opened and Tom, I think it was, moved between them. Still sitting but both his legs were between mine. I stopped my struggling. "Don't please. Don't do this." I moaned

"Do what honey." Pete said, his hand now up to my thigh, pulling my dress with it. "We just want to have a good look at that sexy underwear you got on."

"Yeah I bet hubby loves it don't he?" Bill said reaching the same point that Pete had.

I must have panicked as Ray said, "Ho ho, he doesn't know doe's he?"

"Oh Dawn how could you not tell him?" Pete said, "I think he should know. What do reckon guy's?"

"No." my response was out before I could stop it, "Don't tell him please."

"Well now then little missy." Pete said, as he and Bill threw their legs over mine pinning my legs in place, open and vulnerable. I gave up trying to keep my dress down and put my hand between my legs, doing my utmost to hide my modesty. The other two men had moved either side of the one holding my legs open as Bill and Pete took over this task. They started running their hands up the leg nearest to them. I now had four men with there hands on my legs and me desperately trying to fight them off.

The man who was holding my legs open to start with was now free to do as he wished. He stood up and reached forward to undo the buttons to my dress, which went all the way down. "No. Don't do that." I said panicked by the thought of being almost naked with these men. It was bad enough earlier but if he got my dress open god knows what they would have done to me. I dropped my cup and struggled to stand up, the tea spilt all over the dress, warmth hit my legs where their hands were, just brushing my knickers, joining the warmth that was already there from the torment in my stomach.


Holy Orders Ch. 02



WARNING

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGIOUS CHARACTERS.

*

I did not need to worry about Graham seeing the marks on my body. He was so wrapped up in his research that I was asleep before he came to bed. I cannot say I was in anyway disappointed, shamed to say, but the thought of having sex with Graham, my husband, did absolutely nothing for me anymore. The builders were a very different matter. The minute they got the chance they had there hands all over me, I was naked and gagging for it as much as they were but I had already decided to use sex to my own advantage. If I was truly going to be a whore, I was going to make the most of it, with the bishop and anyone else that could be useful. However, the thought of it all still confused and embarrassed me a little. One thing the weekend had shown me was that men, all men it seemed, desired me. This boosted my confidence more than I can say so when the builders launched themselves at me it was a completely different Dawn that they had naked in the kitchen

Once the builders had ripped all my clothes off and were about to ram there cocks into me I screamed "Stop! Get the fuck off me." I kicked and swung my fists at them until they finally realised that I was serious.

Pete looked at me stunned. "Just wanted a bit of fun Dawn that's all."

"Yes" Bill said, "You didn't seem too bothered last week, in fact you couldn't get enough cock if I remember rightly. A right little hotty."

"Look," I said, "at this rate you will never get the work finished by Friday like you're supposed to, so I have a proposition for you."

"What's that then?" Pete asked.

"Well, you're supposed to be finished by Friday. If you finish early, and I mean properly finished, then I will be yours to do with as you please till the end of Friday."

"So let me get this straight my little cock sucker." Bill said with a smile, "If we finish say, Thursday, then we get to fuck your brains out in any way we want all day Friday."

"Yes." I said, doing nothing to cover my nakedness.

"To be honest Dawn," Pete said, "I doubt we could keep our hands off you till then."

I thought about that for a minute and realised that maybe I would not be able to keep my hands of them either. "Hmm, ok. How about this then? I have a few changes I would like to make to the house. Just small things. You do them, keep it to yourselves and I will give each of you a little treat between now and say Thursday. I will also, shall we say, dress to please and give you the freedom to touch, not grope and grab but touch. How doe's that sound?"

The five of them mumbled amongst themselves for a minute and then Bill said, "You got a deal."

"Depending on what you mean by dress to please." Pete added.

"Oh don't worry, I think you will like what you see, and touch." I smiled "Now get back to work you horny lot."

I could not believe what I was saying, much less what I intended and had offered them. However, the thought of five horny men with constantly hard cocks just made my stomach rumble with anticipation and my pussy was running with juices at the thought of it. 

I watched them go back to work and then, still naked, went up to my bedroom and got dressed. Then I called Pete and told him of the changes I wanted done to the original plans. Between the master bedroom and the bathroom was a large cupboard that used to hold a thirty-gallon hot water tank. Now that the new boiler had been installed, it would just be an empty cupboard. It made a three-foot square bump in the bathroom leaving enough room on that wall for a six-foot bath

"I want you to remove the wall bedroom side to extend the size of the bedroom. When the bath is taken out, build the bathroom side of this wall right across. The bathroom will be smaller but I want a wet room instead of an old fashioned bathroom. Understood?"

"Yes no problem. But why?"

I laughed, "Because I want you to double my wardrobe space. I want hidden wardrobes behind the real ones, and I want them lit so I can see what I am doing."

"Maybe I have a better idea and easier as well."

I looked at him quizzically, "Ok, tell me more."

"Well we do the bathroom as you suggest but instead of getting rid of the cupboard we make it a hidden door, just push it in the right place and it will open. In the gap where the bath was, we can build a stairway up to the loft. That way you can have the whole loft as your dressing room and get there straight after your shower."

I was shocked to say the least, but then he was a builder and could see these things. "I love it, and that way the bedroom will be the same size." I took his head in my hands and kissed him hard and long on the lips, snaking my tongue in and out of his mouth. 

As soon as he got throbbing hard, I pulled away "That will do nicely." I said and went downstairs. I had some idea of what underclothes I wanted to buy but had no idea of what else to get. I sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee going over my dilemma. In the end, I decided that I needed to confide in someone who was much more knowledgeable about fashion than I was. I knew one person who could help. I rang her up and invited myself over for coffee.

I cannot say that Karen and I were close friends. Being the vicars' wife made it difficult, as I could not show any preference to anyone in the village. I always had to be impartial and we had not been here very long. She was the first person to welcome us however while we were looking around before the building had started and we got on really well. Graham did not like her very much because as he put it 'she was a bit tarty.' This was the exact reason I thought of her.

Karen opened the door before I had out of the car, as I went in she said. "Well you have me intrigued. What's the problem?"

The coffee was already made so I sat down and took a deep breath. "Well if I tell you, you must promise to keep it to yourself."

"Of course I will you know that Dawn."

"No Karen I mean it. This is really serious and you may not like what I am about to ask, let alone why."

"Dawn you have my word that whatever we talk about whatever we do is strictly between you and me. I will breathe not a word to anybody. Ever."

This was the crunch moment, how much do I tell her. There was no way I was going to tell her about the bishop, but I thought she would relate better to the builders. However, how much to tell? "I have been having some thoughts lately, with the builders in the house I mean."

"Are you telling me that you fancy one of them?" I just raised my eyes and looked at her. "Oh my god you've shagged him haven't you?"

Again, I just looked up at her. This was the moment that defined whether I would have a husband in a week's time or not. "All!" Was all I said.

"You horney fuckin bitch. I've had the hots for a couple of them ever since they arrived and here's you, the vicars wife, fucking them all. I assume not one at a time either."

Then it all came out. How they had tricked me in the kitchen and how I had suddenly started to enjoy it and how I seemed to crave it more and more. I told her everything and then I realised I had said more than I wanted.

"You were saying, about the bishop at dinner. Dirty old git touching you up."

"Fuck!"

"Wow, Dawn swears as well."

"I didn't mean to go that far, about the bishop I mean."

"Dawn, I meant what I said, I will tell nobody. I know you and I haven't known each other very long but I like you and think you like me. I don't have many friends in the village, if any real friends really. It would be nice to call you a real friend, and I think just maybe you need one as well."

"Well it would be nice. I know so little about the world and people and I have never had a real friend."

"So. The bishop."

I waited a moment and then decided that I had started it so it was better to finish it. I told her everything, all that had happened at dinner and afterwards, the prospect of travelling the world and even my deal with the builders.

"My god you've been busy. And now you have a great job with great money I assume and an expense account you say?"

"Yes. Clothing and travelling expenses. However, I do not have the faintest idea what clothes to buy. I have never needed to dress....sexy. Look at me this is about as sexy as it gets." I was wearing another of my summer dresses and although they had done the job on the builders, I knew there were a lot more sexier clothes out there.

"So you want to look like me then. How did you put it? 'The bishops whore.'"!

I blushed bright red when she said that. It was ok the bishop saying it but to hear it from someone else mad me feel....wet. Bloody hell even the thought of it turned me on. "I want to look classy and sexy like you, I want to turn heads, and I want to turn men on without trying. I know they want me. I know now that I think about it that men have always wanted me. I was just too blind to see it, or too stupid to understand it I suppose."

"OK so let's get down to reality. Do you have the expense account already? How does it work? Might as well get the bishop paying right from the start.

"I hadn't even thought of that. I was just hoping you would come with me to buy something. I hadn't thought of the expense, or even how I would explain it to Graham."

"Well call the bishop and find out while I make some more coffee."

When I finally got through to the bishop, he sounded pleased to hear from me. "Hello my dear, such a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you? Not changed your mind have you?"

I laughed, "No bishop, I have not changed my mind. Indeed, I look forward to our next meeting. However, I do need to buy some clothes a little more suited to my new post."

"Yes yes I see what you mean. Can't have the bishops whore looking like a vicars wife now can we." he laughed, "What did you have in mind, well never mind I have no doubt you will make yourself look the part. Therefore, I assume you would like to know more about your expense account. Well do not worry your little head my dear a credit card should be with you today or tomorrow with ample funds on it. I am sure we will both enjoy the benefits it will bring."

"Thank you bishop. I didn't really like to ask but I didn't want to disappoint you either."

"Not to worry my dear, I don't think you could ever disappoint me. I have a few things to arrange for you myself so can I call you at home later?"

"Yes bishop of course." I waited for him to hang up before replacing the receiver. As I did I saw Karen standing at the kitchen door with a smile on her face. "What?" I laughed.

"You really don't know just how sexy you are do you? Your voice was smooth and subtle. Yet filled with innocents. A real turn on for any man I can tell you."

Again, I blushed, "I was just talking to the bishop. I didn't mean to sound sexy or anything."

However, that is your appeal; it is all so natural, so real. What did he say anyway? How much can you spend?"

"He has sent a credit card. He said I should get it today or tomorrow."

"Ok. Drink your coffee. Then we will go to your place to see if the post has been, then into town. If you have the card we can buy, if not we can look and buy tomorrow. This is going to be fun."

We stopped at my house and Karen waited in the car while I checked the post. There were two letters with the ecclesiastical postmark on. One with the pin number, the other one held the card. My heart was pounding as I walked back to the car.

"So how much can you spend then?"

I handed her the letter that came with the card and she gasped.

"My god, you have a platinum, it's got ten grand on it. Ten fucking grand." She burst out laughing which released the tension in me making me laugh loudly as well.

We spent three hours shopping. I could not believe how much I spent or the clothes that I bought, but as I tried each one on the thought of men looking at me in them turned me on. Some were posh but sexy while others were just downright sex. Karen said they made me look like sex on legs. By the time I had a coffee and I got home it was too late to give the guy's a show as Graham was due home but I promised them a fashion show the following day, All I needed to do now was hide everything so Graham wouldn't see them. In the end, I hid them in the garden shed, hoping that they would not get damp or dirty but I knew that Graham would never go in there, as he hated gardening.

That evening while Graham was browsing through yet another book the phone rang. "Hello my dear. Did you go shopping today?"

I smiled, "Yes bishop I did. Just let me go upstairs I do not want to disturb Graham. Shame I don't have my own study really."

"Well I'm sure we can do something about that. So tell me did you buy anything to turn a bishop's head."

I was upstairs by now so felt free to talk. "Oh yes bishop. I think the Order of St George will approve of the items I bought, both in looks and feel."

"That's my girl. I get the feeling your enjoying your new position almost as much as me."

"I think I am enjoying all the positions you offer bishop." I could not believe I said that but when the bishop burst out laughing, I could not help but join in.

After a moment, he said, "Well down to business. I have arranged for you to visit the convent of Our Blessed Mother next week. You need to arrive on Saturday and will be there all week. They specialise in training the sisters for administration work. Mother Teresa will greet you and help you to choose the best sisters to help you run your new department."

"Oh. Yes all right. That should be fine, the builders will be finished by Friday and Graham can fend for himself."

"Good, good I will send the details and tell Mother Teresa to expect you. Good night and I look forward to our next meeting"

"Me too bishop, more than I ever thought I would good night." He hung up and went back downstairs. When I told Graham about the visit, he was over the moon.

"My word you must have really made an impression with the bishop. Getting your own staff. Wonderful." Then he went back to his book.

I was beginning to think that if one of the builders bent me over and fucked me in front of him he would not even have noticed. Maybe one day I will try it and see. I was beginning to despise Graham, and feel sorry for him at the same time. Locked in his own little world. Still I suppose he was happy.

The following morning saw Graham off to work and went to have a bath. The doors were all fitted now and it would be the last bath I had here as it was being taken out that afternoon. I heard all the comments from the builders and just smiled at them I had brought one outfit in from the shed and intended showing it off at break time. I had told Pete to call me down when the coffee was ready. When the call came, I was dried and almost ready for them. My hair was brushed and clipped behind my ears. My face was made up as Karen had shown me, though not perfect and I was dressed in my most blatantly sexy outfit.

I looked in the full-length mirror and saw a complete stranger looking back at me. Short thin flared skirt that was not so much above the knee as below the pussy. An almost transparent top that tied around the waist and showed off my braless bust perfectly. To top it off I had stockings with a pink suspender to match the colour of the top and that were in open view, they led down to a pair of red four-inch high heels. And knowing the futility of putting them on, no knickers. I just knew I was going to get fucked, and I was looking forward to it. In fact, I needed it.

They heard the tap of the heels on the floor as I approached and were looking toward the door as I swayed into the kitchen. Apart from gasps and mumbles, no one said a word. I went round the semi circle of men brushing there cheeks as I passed.

"One word of warning boys. If anyone rips or in any way damages my clothes, I will bite your balls off. Now come and get me. I need fucking good shag."

They did not need telling twice. En-masse they swarmed at me. I opened my arms and closed my eyes. Lips met mine and I responded with vigour. Hands played with my breasts and pinched the nipples. I did not know who did what and I did not care. Fingers found there way into my wet pussy and others slipped into my eager arse. My top was removed and my skirt fell away. All the time my eyes were closed, I just wanted to enjoy the sensations of being fucked, and I did not care who did what. Already the feeling in the pit of my stomach was screaming for release.

I was lifted bodily and carried into the garden, laid down on the cushions from the swing chair. I was turned over and made to straddle a body. I felt his hard cock slide into my eager cunt, felt it go all the in brushing my swollen lips as it went up to the hilt. The shudder of a mini orgasm ran through me. Not the mind-numbing sort, that would come in good time. Then another hard throbbing cock pushing against my bum crack, I moaned and pushed on to it, wanting it, needing to feel it fill me completely. My mind was so numb with the anticipation of the mind blowing orgasm I knew would come that I don't even remember if anyone was saying anything, I just need cock, and as much as I could get.

My bum hole was being filled and I felt the swollen balls hit me as again this cock went in up to the hilt. Both men, whoever they were worked in unison to fuck me, it was not slow either it was rampant and hard fucking. The inevitable third cock pushed into my mouth and I grabbed it with my hand, guiding it as far down my throat as I could. I stifled the gag reaction and felt it slip right the way in, balls bouncing on my chin. I slid it out slowly and then back in; I kept this action up until I knew I could keep it down my throat without choking. Now I had three cocks well and truly fucking me.

I was moaning loudly, what seemed like hundreds of mini orgasms making me shudder. I felt all three of them ready to come and with a huge sense of pride, I felt their come hit me. First, to feel it was my womb, the splash feeling and the moaning man urged the others on and the next deposit of salty glorious come went straight into my stomach, I pulled out slightly so that I could taste some of this nectar on my tongue. Then I felt my arse fill with juice. Inside I was laughing, gleeful that I had been filled with so much nectar.

As all three fell from me my legs were pulled up and laid next to my head, I took hold of them not knowing, or caring what happened next, my own overpowering orgasm was mounting to a crescendo and needed cock to complete the ride. Firstly I felt another glorious cock slide into my already spunk filled arse, then, to my surprise I felt another sliding into my sodden pussy. I opened my eyes to see how this was possible and saw a naked arse moving in time with the cock in my cunt.

The two men were slightly crouched down and facing each other, arms resting on each other for support as they rode my holes. I reached up and felt the balls in front of me as they slapped against my bum, I started to laugh hysterically as my orgasm rose to its peak and is reached its crescendo I screamed aloud, swearing cursing them to even greater efforts. I was pushing and pulling as best I could in the strange position, but I was not so gone that I did not feel their cum hit my insides, mixing with the juices already deposited by their friends before them. Then an agonising light in my mind exploded and felt my whole body spasm as my own orgasm hit new heights.

I floated, swam in a sea of come and pleasure I looked down at my body grabbing the men and pulling them onto me fucking them and cursing them for not being men enough to satisfy me. The look on my face was sheer unadulterated wanton slut and I loved every second of it. Then, nothing. Everything went blank. If this was death, I knew I would reach heaven with a huge smile on my face.




Holy Orders Ch. 02



I do not know how long I was unconscious, just that when I came to I was resting in Pete's arms. "How do you feel? You had us a little worried there for a while." He said

I did not, could not say anything just then, I just snuggled up close to him and took in his warmth and security. It seemed strange to me that this felt more natural than being in the arms of my husband. I must have fallen asleep as Bill waked me sometime later.

"Made you some coffee babe. It's getting a bit late."

Babe, from Bill, now I knew I was a great fuck. Bill was the last man I expected any form of endearment from. "How late?" I asked as I sat up. Someone had put a blanket over me and I could see my new clothes hanging on the back of the swing chair. They had obviously taken my threat seriously.

"It's two thirty." Bill replied, "Didn't think we should leave you any longer."

I smiled at him, brushed his face and said, "Thanks Bill. I must have been exhausted."

"Well we were exhausted, so you must have been. However, do not worry I got them back to work. One of us sat with you the whole time though, just to make sure you were ok. You....err....seemed a little bit more out of it than usual."

"That's because I now know I enjoy it. And that's down to you lot so go away before I start on you again." I laughed as I said it but I could feel the familiar rumble in my stomach.

They both laughed and went back to work. I had about an hour to pull myself together so relaxed and took in the sun on my naked body. As I finished my coffee, a wicked thought entered my head. Evil wicked but oh, the thought of it really turned me on.

I got dressed in my wifey clothes making sure to put my new ones in the shed and waited for Graham to come home. Once he arrived, I made him a cup of tea and waited for the builders to leave before making dinner. The evening went pretty much like most others except I spent more time with Graham. I got close to him, held his hand, pampered him and even expressed interest when he talked about his project. Finally I kissed him and said

"I think it's time for bed, come on."

"I wont be long I will just finish this." He said

I did not move just looked down at him with that innocent look I was supposed to have, he looked back at me and said, "Oh! Yes well alright then I suppose this can wait till tomorrow."

He took my hand and we went upstairs. As usual, we got undressed in separate rooms and I got into bed wearing my full-length cotton nightdress. As usual at these times, Graham pulled up my nightdress and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him more aroused than I had ever been with Graham before. Of course, he had no problem slipping his tiny cock in to me; after all, I was full of spunk from at least two other men, real men with big cocks. That thought alone almost made me come, as he mixed his juice with theirs I found it hard not to laugh. Graham of course mistook the smile on my face as a compliment to his lovemaking. Pathetic fool.

My wicked little joke on Graham did have it's drawbacks of course; I was so turned on at the thought of Grahams cock being covered with another mans come that I could not sleep all night. As soon as he left for work, I went to where the builders were working and bending over a table said, "For gods sake fuck my cunt, all of you and make it quick and make it hard."

I gripped that table as hard as I could as each in turn rammed there cocks into me and fucked me. It was just wonderful; I still had both theirs and Grahams come inside me. I did not have a shattering orgasm, but I did not need it I just needed fucking and that is what I got. Unable to have a bath I washed myself down and lay naked in the garden. They fucked me again at lunchtime and I sucked them all off at afternoon break. More or less that is how it went for the rest of the week. The shower was fitted and working by late Wednesday so I took them all in and we tried it out for an hour or so.

Graham came home on Thursday and told me he was going to Peterborough on Friday afternoon, he would come back and pick up some things and would not be back until Sunday. This meant that I would not have to see him for over a week. It also meant that I would have much longer than expected to make good my deal with the builders, if they finished their work of course.

Well they did finish, just before Graham came back to collect his bag Pete told me that all was complete. As Pete and I stood at the barn door waving goodbye to Graham, I had his cock in my hand and he had his finger in my bum whole while Bill had sat on the floor in front of me and was licking my pussy, hidden by the door. As Graham drove away, I said

"Ok that's enough, show me all this work then, how is my secret room looking."

"I think you will like it." Pete said, "Come on I'll show you." He pulled me off Bill's tongue and led me to the bathroom. Last time I had seen it, the day before, all I could see was the cupboard as it had always been. Now, to my surprise the cupboard had vanished.

"Ok, you have to push at the top and the bottom of the mirror. At the same time, like this." He pushed the wall at the two spots and a panel opened up where the cupboard door used to be.

I laughed, "That's brilliant."

He closed the panel and said, "You have a go."

It took a couple of attempts to get the right spot but eventually the panel came open. Pete led me in and I could see that he had fitted a dull light so I could see my way up the steep stairs. As we got to the top he said, "We have also fitted an alarm and security system for you so nobody can get in but you. The pass code is....well quite apt in a way. It is the number of us and the most you have fucked us all in one day.

"You dirty bastard, I didn't know you were counting." My language was getting more and more foul as I got more and more into my new self, I seemed to be able to switch it on and off to suit the circumstances.

"Well we all sat down and even we were surprised when we came up with the number, 5270. Five of us and the number of times you fucked us in one day is twenty-seven. Your cunt must have been real sore that day."

I blushed, for the first time for ages with this man I blushed. I could not believe it, twenty seven times in one day. I was not going to query it though. I put the number in and the loft door swung up. The stairs went all the up and I stepped into a miracle room. Not in my wildest dreams had I expected such beauty, such a feminine room. I felt the tears well up as I walked around the large space. All dressed and decorated in light blue and pink it a whole range of cupboards and drawers. They had fitted a skylight in as well so the daylight flooded in. A small wood burning fire and an armchair as well as a small kitchen area. 

"Bill built all the units by hand and we got the plan from a woman's magazine. It is our gift to you. Do you like it?"

"Like it. I love it. It's perfect." I turned and threw my arms round his neck to hide my tears.

"We thought you could use it as a little getaway if you ever needed some space just for you."

"I can see me spending a lot of time in here. And I approve of the photo as well."

"Well I wasn't too sure about that but Bill said you can always throw it away."

"How could I after everything you have done for me. For the first time in my life, I am alive. And it's all thanks to you and the guys. I will never throw it away and will look on it with affection. Come on before I get all soppy again what else have you done."

Pete showed me around the rest of the house going over all that had been completed and I had to admit they had done a good job on everything. The only thing left to do was put the bed together in the bedroom, it had been delivered that day along with the new bedding and was standing in the hallway, but that was a job for Graham while I was away. We ended up in the kitchen where the others were waiting."

"How did we do?" Ray asked. This surprised me as Ray rarely ever spoke, even while ramming his substantial cock into me.

"You've all done very well and I have to say that my little bit of heaven is absolutely wonderful, thank you, all of you. So now I am yours to do with as you please." As I said it I spread my arms out and was somewhat surprised when they all just sat there looking and smiling at me.

"We will be back in an hour. We are going out on the town. And do not worry not local we have hired a limo for the night. Get dressed as you wish. We are going for a meal and see what happens after that. Graham is away for the night isn't he.

"Yes, but...." Before I could finish they all got up and left, smiling at me as they passed. Something was not right, I felt they had something planned, but of course no idea what, which was exactly how they wanted it I think.

An hour later, they picked me up. They were all suited and booted and I had to admit a lot better looking than I had expected them to be. I had dressed sexily but moderately in a purple dress, low cut and short but too short, backless so of course so bra but I did have a thong on and stay up stockings and high heels. I was beginning to like high heels, they made me feel wet the minute I put them on.

The next hour was strange. I had expected them to be all over me the minute I got in the car but instead they were all complete gentlemen. Kissing my hand, pouring me a drink and treating me like a million dollar lady. They pulled my seat out for me at the restaurant and made polite conversation. It was all so natural and relaxed though which seemed even stranger.

From the restaurant, we went to a nightclub. I drank, danced, and laughed with them all. I was having a great time considering I had never been to a club before. My dancing started atrocious but slowly improved under tuition from my admirers, who also kept other men away. Overall, by the time we got back in the limo and headed for home I was completely relaxed and had to admit to having had the best time in my life. We laughed and joked all the way to my house where the driver was paid off.

Pete and Bill steered me out into the garden while the others poured drinks that mysteriously appeared from somewhere. We sat in the garden for a while and then Pete suggested we take a stroll through the woods as it was such a pleasant and warm night. I happily agreed and did not even notice that only Bill joined us until we had entered the wood. I had been in here a few times since we arrived but never at night. I do not know if it was the wonderful evening or the mystery of the wood that did it but when Pete turned me to him and slowly kissed me tenderly, I responded in the same manner. Not lustfully and eager but tenderly and with feeling.

Bill joined in, kissing me on the cheek and I moved my lips to his. They moved down to my neck, then nibbled my ears, and then again took it in turns to kiss my lips, tenderly. As my knees shook, I realised that these two burly builders, who had fucked me stupid for two weeks were making love to me. Again, I do not know if it was the night or the wood but I gave myself over to their lovemaking responding as tenderly as they did.

While hands had run up and down my body no real sexual contact was made, but still I could feel the familiar rumble in my stomach, different but the same, if that doesn't sound too stupid. After a while, we slowly headed back to the house arm in arm. As we reached the house one of the men nodded to Pete who suddenly picked me up in his arms and walked me into the house.

Now I saw why the other three had stayed behind. They had moved the new bed into the living room and assembled it in the middle of the room. With the two three seater settees on each side, it made a huge bed, big enough for six.

Pete laid me on the bed and again kissed me tenderly, again I responded. As we made slow gentle love, I felt my clothes being removed and hands and lips kissing me all over, all soft and tender. Now I knew what they had planned. I pulled away and looked at Pete quizzically.

"Enjoy. All the time we have fucked and used you, and you us. Tonight we want to make love to you. To be tender and loving to show how much we really care for you, how really special you are to us and how much we are going to miss you."

I lifted my head and looked down at the others; they smiled at me, waiting for my approval. I smiled back willingly giving myself in to the tender hands of these wonderful men.

They kissed me and they touched me all over my body, I could feel little sparks of electric with each tiny touch as I gave myself over to the sensations that they created. Lips ran up my leg and tenderly played with my pussy lips, flicking gently at my erect bud sending even more sparks all over my body while other tongues licked or gently nipped at my nipples all the someone kissed me our tongues mixing in ever-increasing pleasure. As my orgasm mounted, my expert pussy licker speeded up slightly adding a little more pressure until my orgasm flooded over me and through my lips to his mouth and the mouth of whoever was kissing me. Tears ran down my face as they continued to make love to me. I felt an erect cock brush against my pussy lips and moaned in ecstatic pleasure as I felt it go all the way in.

This was where I expected things to change but they didn't. The tender kissing continued and the cock inside me moved slowly and pleasurably in and out of my pussy. Again, my expert lover sensed my orgasm rise and again he speeded up a little, adding a little more pressure as he thrust into me, again my orgasm swelled and ran all over me and through me into these wonderful men. I was turned over and straddled yet another erect penis; I dropped onto it eagerly, lovingly. I opened my eyes to see Pete, his huge smile and his eyes showing the care and if I dare say it, the love, that flowed between us. He cradled my face in his hands and pulled me to his lips, I responded to his kiss with all the love and tenderness I could muster as I felt another erection brush my bum hole.

After all this time these men knew how much I loved a double penetration and as the hard cock slid into my bum hole I moaned with pleasure again. Still these two men made gentle love to me. I could feel my orgasm, my mystical overpowering orgasm creeping up on me and gave myself over to it. With tears streaming down my face, kissing Pete with all the love I could muster my ecstasy hit me. 

This was very different to the other times, before it was like a sudden rush of white light and then blackness this time was strange. It was like sitting in a train carriage looking out of the window at a gorgeous countryside view when a train approaches and passes on the other side of you. You feel it rumble towards you, feel it shuddering past you and yet you still have the wonderful feeling of the view before you, feeling the crescendo as it runs alongside you and then you feel it pass and die away, still shuddering as it goes. This was my train ride to heaven. I collapsed and curled up in the arms of these men. I do not know if any of them came, but I do not think they were supposed to. This time was purely for me and I will never ever forget the way they made me feel as I drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped all around me from head to toe.

I was woken the following morning with gentle kisses all over my body. As I opened my eyes Pete said, "Breakfast is served madam." I looked around to see all five of them looking at me with satisfied smiles on there faces. I went to each one of them and kissed them tenderly, "Thank you for a wonderful wonderful evening."

As Pete put the tray of juice and toast in my lap Bill said, "It was an honour. And it has been an honour to know you." The others mumbled there agreement.

As I ate they got there things together and by the time I had finished they were ready to leave. Naked I walked them to the door and said, "I am going to miss you all so very much."

"And we are going to miss you as well. More than we know I think."

I kissed each of them tenderly and watched them get into their mini bus, I waved to them until they were out of site and then suddenly, I felt lonely. I really was going to miss them.

"But I have a trip to get ready for." I said to myself and went to get ready for the week ahead. A week in a convent was not what I needed right now. More like a week in a whorehouse. Still, it got me away from Graham.

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That's it for this chapter. In chapter three we will find out if what they say about nuns is true, and just how much the bishop wants to use his new whore.

As always feedback and votes are most welcome. 



Holy Orders Ch. 03



WARNING

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGIOUS CHARACTERS.

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As Dawn was going to the convent to interview prospective employees, she dressed casual but smart. The business suit was not too long and not too short. With a white blouse underneath she looked the part, and it was thick enough to hide the sexy underwear she had on underneath, though at times the half cup bra did feel a little strange. She did pack a few naughtier items in case the bishop called but most of her clothes were more than presentable to a bunch of nuns.

It took two hours to drive to the convent and for almost half an hour of that, she thought she was lost. There was nothing but trees and fields as far as the eye could see. Then she saw it, perched on top of a promontory it had a commanding view of the whole area. She parked her car in the remainder of the two parking bays and knocked on the huge solid oak door. She laughed to herself when a small square in the door opened and a face appeared. She had thought that these viewing windows were only in the imagination of filmmakers.

Putting on her best vicars wife voice she said, "Hello I am Mrs Evesham I believe I am expected"

The window closed again without a word so Dawn waited for a few minutes expecting the door to open. When it did, a much older nun addressed her. "Good evening Mrs Evesham. I am Sister Anna. Welcome to our humble abode." She said this with a smile, "Do come in and I will show you to your quarters. Mother Superior has asked to see you once you are settled in." 

I followed the sister through numerous halls and down many corridors, in complete silence. Not knowing if they were a silent order or not I just kept my mouth shut, over awed by the building as much as anything else. God only knows how I would ever find my way around.

We went up a flight of stone spiral steps into what turned out to be a tower room with a large log fire burning and huge old oak bed with an armchair and an ottoman and table. While the furnishing was sparse, the room looked perfect and not at all, what I was expecting. I looked at the sister and she smiled, "Only the nuns live in cells my dear. These are our visitor's quarters; we have the fire in the evening as the windows let in all the cold air. It will be tended for you so you do not need to worry. I will get your bags brought up and will collect you in an hour to meet with Mother Superior." 

I looked around the room and found what passed for a bathroom and a cupboard with drawers in for my clothes. My bags arrived ten minutes later and I stored them as best I could, hiding the naughty bits as best I could as well. Funny how now that I was here they were 'naughty' and not 'sexy'.

I sat in my room for what seemed an age before Sister Anna knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a reply. A little unnerving to say the least.

"Mother Superior will see you now."

She turned round and walked off; I followed as she led me through more corridors and halls until we came to what was obviously a wing of the building as I could see outside on both sides of the long narrows hallway. The mother Superior's room was at the end. Sister Anna knocked and walked straight in holding the door for me to enter.

As I entered, I saw several more sisters stood around the room. Sister Anna ushered me in front of a woman in her early fifties I guessed, sitting in an armchair; she was the only one that was seated. I stood with my hands behind my back, shaking slightly at the sight of this woman who seemed to exude strength. There was no mistaking who was in control here.

"Good evening my dear. I hope you had a good trip."

"Yes Mother Superior it was pleasant thank you."

"Good, good. Now please strip. You will have to wear a novice gown while you are here, I'm sure you understand."

"Well yes, but....well, cant I change in my room."

"No my dear you cannot." She threw something on the floor in front of me and instantly recognised it as my underwear. I had been vigilant about hiding the clothes but was complacent about my underwear. "You are a whore."

She knew. She must know about the bishop, or did she. My legs started shaking, I did not know what to do or say.

"Only a whore would wear such items. Now strip."

"No I can't. I....I...."

With a huge grin on her face she said, "Sisters if you please."

Before I knew it, the sisters had hold of me one on each arm and one on each leg. They pulled my arms wide and held my legs to the floor, slightly apart. I went to scream but a ball was put in my mouth, it had a strap attached that fastened behind my head. I was stripped to my underwear. They made sure that at no time did I have the opportunity to get free, I got the feeling they had done this before.

"Slut whore." Mother superior said in a low grumbling voice that made me quiver with fear. "All of it sisters, all of it."

As she glared into my eyes I felt shame, real shame for the first time for what seemed ages. I did not struggle as they removed my remaining clothes. I did not struggle at all until I saw the strap.

"No! Please no." I begged

"Sisters, if you please."

Two of the sisters pulled what looked like a raised kneeling prayer stool in front of me. This one had a few modifications though. As I was roughly pushed onto it, my knees going down on the wide spread pads, my arms were pulled along two extended pieces and I was strapped into place. My legs were strapped to the upright posts so that I was now open legged and my arms out wide. There was no middle to the structure of the seat so my head and breasts hung down. I raised my head to look at mother superior.

"Believe it or not my dear, you're going to enjoy this." Mother superior said, still sitting in her chair. The next moment the worst pain I had ever felt in my life seared through my body as the strap was used on my bare buttocks. With the ball still in my mouth, I could not even scream properly. Whoever was doing the hitting did not hold back in any way. However, she did subtly change her angle because after about six strokes I could feel the strap brushing my naked pussy. Now my tears of pain started to turn into tears of shame that I should in any way think of pleasure at this moment of punishment.

"I think she may be ready now." Mother said

My eyes went wide. Ready for what? I thought. It soon became plain when one of the sisters walked in front of me with a cat of nine tails in her hand. My eyes went wide in fear and I tried to scream but could not, all that came out was a muffled grunt. Until the whip hit my already swollen pussy. The first wicked stroke hit me right between the crack, smashed into my clit, burning across my bum hole. The orgasm was instant, wracking through my body without any control. 

The gag was removed from my mouth and another stroke of the whip sent my body into orgasmic spasm. My hips were thrusting in all directions, either to avoid the whip or to catch it I did not know. By the sixth stroke I was rampantly hot, begging for more with all the vicious language I could muster. I felt something hard ram into my pussy and then again into my bum hole, hard and cold, and then all of a sudden throbbing.

Vibrators, they were fucking me with vibrators. Pulling and pushing on them, still whipping me in my tender places and then suddenly I felt pain on my nipples as another whip was brought into play. Not one of them was in any way gentle. This was a violent intrusion of my body and I could neither say nor do anything about it, I was totally lost in the pleasure of the pain.

"Sisters!" That commanding voice called. "Present yourselves."

Through the haze of the continuing orgasm, maintained by the vibes in both my holes I saw one of the sisters standing in front of me. She reached down and pinched my sore nipple and as I squirmed, she laughed. Then to my shock and horror, she dropped her habit to the floor. She was probably in her fifty's and her body showed its age, her small tits sagged and were almost flat to her body. Her pubic area was a mass of black hair. However, the worst thing about her was, I could smell her arousal. A pungent odour rose from her pussy and assailed my nose.

She lifted my head painfully back and placed her nipple to my lips, which I kept tight shut, glaring at her as best I could. I would not do this. I was not into women in any way, and even if I was the thought of this ancient hag's tit in my mouth made me feel sick. I glanced sideways as I stubbornly refused to open my mouth. Mother superior sat smiling at me.

"My dear you will learn not to obstruct the sisters in their work. Before this evening is over you will beg to sit between my legs and lick my cunt till I am satisfied that you have done your very best to please me. Before then it seems only fair that you practice on the sisters. You will beg to attend me, believe me. Sisters, continue."

My stubbornness lasted about three seconds. One of the sisters grabbed my hair and lifted it, and then two vicious slaps with whips, one on my breasts and the other on my buttocks forced my mouth open in a scream of agony. The ancient nipple was in my mouth before the pain had even fully hit me.

"Suck it whore." The sister said quietly.

Again stubbornness, or stupidity took me over, I could not get the nipple out of my mouth but I was damned if I was going to obey the crone. She laughed loudly. Suddenly the two vibes were thrust so far up my holes that I was terrified they would never come out. The whips beat down on my whole body till tears streamed down my face and even after I started sucking on the hags nipple they continued whipping me.

"You will do what you're told, as soon as you are told or your punishment will be severe. Once you obey immediately and enthusiastically, then we may consider untying you."

Enthusiasm was becoming automatic as the vibes were worked on and the whipping became lighter but more targeted at my clit and nipples. After a few minutes, I was sucking on that nipple as if I had been doing it for years. Now my problem was they knew the signs of my orgasm and held it off as much as they could, my nerves were stretched to breaking point with the need to orgasm fully.

A strange looking chair was put in front of me and the hag pulled her nipple from my mouth with a 'plop'. She got into the chair and her lags were spread over the arms. She was pushed in front of me and then the chair was pumped up till her stinking pussy was in front of my face, they moved her forward till my mouth was in contact with her and, using her hands, she spread her lips wide. She was wet as hell, breathing erratic and the odour was pure lust. "Here whore, just here." She said tapping her swollen clit. I hesitated for a second and heard the swish of the whip; before it landed, my tongue was in her hole, licking for all I was worth. The next ten minutes was spent following her instructions on how best to eat pussy. The vibes had been pulled out of my holes just as she orgasmed, the sudden movement pushed me over the edge and I mixed my orgasm with hers, never stopping my tongue work fearing even more whipping.

As she came to a stop, she patted my head, "There's a good little whore."

"Very good my dear." Mother superior said. "Only six more sisters to go."

"Please, untie me. I will do as you ask, I am too weak to resist anyway and I can't get away."

She looked at me and then at one of the sisters. I felt a hand brush my pussy lips and then play with my clit, the tenderness was more than I could stand. My orgasm again rushed from my stomach, only to stop at its peak as the hand fell away.

"I will let you loose. However, be warned. You will not leave this room until you have serviced me fully, and you will beg for that once the sisters have all been serviced. They will keep you on the edge of your orgasm until you beg to service me, and I mean beg. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes anything but please release me."

She nodded to the sisters and they undid the straps holding me. I stood up shakily and staggered. One of the sisters supported me and it was then that I noticed that they were all naked, and not all of them were old.

For what seemed hours, I serviced the remaining six nuns. I did everything they asked and after a while even thought of new things to do to enhance there enjoyment. In addition, all the time my orgasm was kept near the top of ecstasy. Once the sisters were serviced they all started on me, holding me down and spreading my legs, they took it in turns to lick my pussy to near completion. The sucked my nipples and twisted them and a million other things I could see, every one of them bent on making me beg.

Why I did not just do it, I do not know. Maybe I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit, but I convinced myself that it was the last vestiges of my stubbornness. It was not until a huge vibe was thrust into my bum hole and a mini cat was whipped used on my clit and nipples that I finally screamed in submission.

"Nooo. Please let me come. Let me do you Mother please let me please you. I need to come please let me do it please. I cannot go on anymore. Please." I fought free of the sister who seemed to be expecting my struggle. I got on my knees I put my head to the floor in supplication. "Please mother let me pleasure you. Let this whore show you how well she has learnt her lessons. Please I beg you."

Mother Superior got to her feet, the first time she had left her chair since it all started. Standing in front of me, she dropped her habit to the floor. I kept my head to the floor until told to do otherwise.

"Stand whore; let us see what you have learnt." She turned and walked to an adjoining room. The sisters surrounded me and I followed other silently. The room was what I guessed was mothers bedroom. She lay on the bed and beckoned me to join her. For the first time I saw her body properly and was surprised at how firm her breasts were and how slim her hips. Without the vestiges of her calling she was really quite good looking, not as pretty as some of the others but nowhere as ugly as the hag I had first been made to eat.

For the first time that night, I made love to a woman. Doing anything and everything, I could to please her, and, looking back on it, I think I enjoyed it more than I was willing to admit. I know I made her orgasm, at least twice and I know that she never let my own orgasm reach climax or diminish. She was an accomplished lover, for a woman.

Finally exhausted I fell onto the bed and hoped that I had done enough to please her. A moment later, she got off the bed. "Stay there Dawn I will be back shortly. No self orgasm either."

It did not even occur to me that she had used my name just that, I was desperately in need of release. My body was shaking with the need, or with the effort of the evening. Alternatively, was it the night? I could not tell. I curled up in a ball and waited for her return. It was not long.

"Well Dawn. It seems you were a better student than we expected. Certainly better than the Bishop led us to believe."

My eyes shot open and sprang to a sitting position. "The Bish....then you knew. You know."

"Of course my dear. Aren't we the convent of St George?"

"So why all that? Why?"

"The Bishop wanted to be certain that you were as, shall we say, eager, as he hoped. Anyway, your job will involve both men and women and he wanted to know if you could manage that. You managed it superbly and now it is only fitting that you choose which one the sisters you would like to give you the release you are undoubtedly craving."

"But why...."

She put her hand to my mouth and said, "Tomorrow. I will answer all your questions tomorrow. Suffice to say you will not be subjected to anything forcefully again, not while you are here. Now it is time for your pleasure so choose." 

She stood back and I looked at the other sisters standing, naked at the end of the bed. I surveyed them all, young and old. However, my eyes rested on one in particular. It may have been the bitch in me, it may have been revenge or it may just have been curiosity but Mother Superior smiled as I rested my gaze on her.

"Good night sister." Mother said, "You know what to do. Sleep well and I will see you in the morning." Her gaze never left mine.

My guess earlier was an understatement. She was more than an accomplished lover. She took me to heights that no man had ever done. While it was more passionate. More sensual than with a man, it was a very different orgasm that shuddered through my body several times that night. I still reached the clouds but this was a floating rise as opposed to a sudden rush. And probably more importantly I did not lose conscientiousness, so was able to continue to enjoy her until, totally exhausted, I fell asleep.

I woke as the huge curtains in the room were opened. I was alone in the bed but I could see Mother sitting at a table reading some papers as some of the other sisters delivered what I assumed was breakfast.

"Good morning my dear." Mother said with a smile. "Breakfast is ready if you are."

I sat up as one of the sisters approached with a dressing gown and I stepped into it as she held it open for me. As I turned to thank her, she curtsied to me and lowered her head. I looked at mother who smiled.

"That will be all sister Clarise. Come my dear, I should think you would be hungry after your long night."

Still a little surprised at the sisters demeanour I sat at the table, which was laden down with all kinds of food, including a full English breakfast, which was certainly most welcome. Once I filed my plate I looked at mother and then at the door. I found it hard to understand how a sister, who last night forced a vibrator so far up my bum hole I thought I would die, could now be so subservient.

"I see I am going to get no peace till I explain all, am I?"

"Forgive me mother, but why did she do that?"

"She treated you in accordance with your station in the hierarchy. You are the Bishops envoy. So to speak. As such you hold a position at least equal to mine."

"But last night she....well you know what she did. What you all did."

"I hope my dear, that if I ask you an honest question you will give me an honest answer."

"Of course mother, you know I will."

"Hmmm. Have you ever had sex with a woman before?"

"No!"

"After the initial shock my dear, can you say you hated it?"

A little embarrassed, "No!"

"Indeed I think we can say you enjoyed it."

"Yes I suppose I did, and I know what you're going to say next. No, I would not have gone that route on my own. But why didn't you just say it was the Bishops orders?"

"Many reasons, not least of which is being told to enjoy something never works does it?" 

"No, I suppose not. But what about the whips and the tying up. Surely that wasn't necessary."

"Not all of the members that you will meet are soft and gentle. Indeed a lot of the nuns live by the pain cleanses sin rule. Not that I adhere to that but a lot do. As for the priests, well they hate the fact that they can't have a woman whenever they want to so take it out on the women when they do, seem a waste to me but we, you, are here to serve the needs of the Order."

"Well I have to admit to enjoying it more than I thought I would. I still have the marks to prove it. Can I get a shower somewhere, or a bath I suppose?"

"Finish your breakfast my dear and I will show you to your quarters, your proper quarters not that stone tower you saw yesterday."

An hour later, I was stood under a luxurious shower, letting the steaming water pour over me and ease the bruising my body had suffered. If only Graham could see me now, poor sap just would not believe it. I find it hard to believe myself. I was called to lunch and then taken to mother's office. All around me, I could see the nuns who had violated me the previous night, all treating me with respect. Each time I bumped into one I found it both unnerving and, erotic.




Holy Orders Ch. 03



"Come in Dawn. Sit down."

I did as instructed and waited for mother to continue. "Now then. The Bishop has sent you here to find yourself two assistants. One will be your administrator and the other will be your companion and confidant. I suggest one of the older sisters for the admin job. As for the other, I think we need to pick one of the younger novices. You are fee to pick whomever you like. However, bear in mind that they are all knowledgeable virgins, they know what we do, and they have all been taught the facts of life. You must find one you like and you must seduce her, make love to her and bind her to you for life. She will probably be the only constant in what I think you will find is going to be a hectic lifestyle."

"You mean, I have to have sex with a novice to commit her to me?"

"Well that sounds a bit harsh doesn't it? You have to find one of the novices that you fancy, that you like for herself as well as her assets. Remember she will be your secretary and your friend. You have to build up a real and trusting relationship with her. You must be real friends and real lovers. She will join you on your travels but take no part in any of the activities other than with you, even if that is on view to an audience."

"Do they know why I am here?"

"No. Only those present last night know anything and they only know half of it. You must find your companion and let things take there course. We shall see what happens."

"Ok well I will give it a go and hopefully make a new friend at the same time."

Good. Your cover story is that you are writing a piece for the Religious Time about a novice's life in a convent and the transition to becoming a nun. Yes, I know not much thought went into it but it will do. It allows you to question the novices freely and without questions in return."

"Ok so what next?"

Mother pulled a pile of folders from a drawer and said, "We have ten possible candidates for you. All are younger than you are; all have shown some sexual tendencies. I have one in mind but would prefer you to make your own choice. I will get one of the sisters to take you down to the kitchen where they all work. Relax, make friends enjoy your time her but remember, you only have a week."

I stood up as she held out her hand. I shook her hand and said, "Will I see you again. Alone I mean."

"Maybe, but you need to concentrate on the task in hand. We will be seeing each other for breakfast so you can give me a report."

A little disappointed I released her hand and left the office. Sister Clarisse led me to the kitchen where I was given space in a small office to do my studies. I checked the files and was surprised at the backgrounds that some of them came from. I decided to have an introductory interview first with each of them so that I could get some idea of who they were. After only two hours, I had a short list. Four of the novices were outstanding academically and quite easy to talk to, these four I would work on for a couple of days and see how things went. I had been given total freedom to take them from there tasks if I needed to so that I could spend time with each of them.

The following day I took all four into the nearest town, which to my surprise was only half an hour away. I made sure they were all dressed in civilian clothes as I came to call them. As it was still warm, I was again surprised with what they wore. While they could never be called sexy, they did at least show something of the girl's bodies. We spent an enjoyable day doing widow shopping and I even got them to drink some wine with lunch, well three out of the four, which of course left only three for the next day.

I arranged for a picnic and took the three girls to a secluded lake that mother told me about, she did not ask why I wanted to go there, just told me where I could find it. We arrived just before lunch and having parked the car we walked to the lake, which was secluded, and such a beautiful spot. The whole estate apparently belonged to the convent, but of course through a third party, cannot have the church being known as property owners can we, I thought.

We set up the picnic and I pulled out the several bottles of wine I had secluded in the basket. We all seemed to be getting on really well and the wine was certainly helping, and so was the weather, luckily the weather forecast had been correct and it was in the high seventies by the time we had finished eating and got to our third bottle of wine

"Stuff this." I said, "Who's for a swim?"

They all echoed the same comment, "We don't have bathing suits."

Except one who added, "And I don't think Mother Superior would approve."

Another one down but never mind. "Well I'm going skinny dipping you can join me or stay here, up to you."

I stripped naked and ran to the lake jumping straight in. After the initial shock of the water, I turned to see who had followed. One had stripped down to her undies and was running towards the lake without a care as to anyone who maybe watching, the other had stripped to a full slip and was running alongside her. The both jumped straight in. For half an hour, we played in the water. I watched them carefully and noticed that the one in her undies, Clair, kept looking at my breasts. I ignored her looks not letting on that I had seen. Helen, the other novice just joined in the fun but did nothing to say that she enjoyed being with a naked woman.

The following day I arranged a shopping trip. I had arranged for us to go to a pub for dinner that evening and to a reception the following evening, the last day of the trials. I was sure that I had found the one who would become my companion, but I took it slowly, wanting to be sure.

First, we went to a dress shop and I told them to try on anything they wanted and to remember it may be the very last time they would wear civvies. Helen returned with a very nice dress, nice being the operative word. Clair on the other hand seemed to have vanished. While Helen waited in the shop, I went to find her. She was sitting in the changing room with an outfit in her hands and she looked upset.

"Clair, what's the matter? Has somebody upset you?"

"No, no not at all." 

"Then why are you upset, and I think you have been crying, tell me please."

"Ohhh, I picked this up, it's gorgeous, I love it. But I can't wear it."

I took the skirt and top from her and held it up. "Why on earth not? Your right its gorgeous and I think would suit you really well."

"Dawn, I'm a nun. How can I wear something like that? It's short it's....Mother superior would kick me out of the convent."

"Put it on. Let me see it on then we can talk about it."

I walked out of the changing room and stood outside. A few minutes later Clair popped her head out to see if the coast was clear. "Get out here silly." I laughed

She was right, she looked stunning. Her body was perfect, not helped by the stupid underwear she had on but I could see that her breasts were firm and proud, well proportioned and dying to be touched. Shit, I was getting wet. "So tell me what is wrong with it."

"Well look at me? Is this a nun?"

"You look at it." I said, "Do you like what you see. Apart from the shit underwear."

"Dawn, language please." she laughed. 

I had done my best not to be too foul of mouth but as the numbers dwindled, I had started to let go a little. "Answer the question. Not as a nun but as a woman. Do you like what you see?"

"I love it but, I can't."

"Yes you can and we will get the extras to go with it as well."

I put Helen in a cab back to the convent while I continued shopping with Clair. Next stop was underwear, and I made sure that I supervised her choice personally. When she went to try them on I went with her, and for the first time I touched her flesh, I saw her naked. She did not shy away from my gaze; indeed, I got the impression that she enjoyed it. Just to see what her reaction would be I took some for myself to try on and she wasted no time in helping me try them on. Her hands brushing my flesh like little electric shocks. By the time we had finished we were laughing like old friends and joking about what we would have said if anyone had walked in on us.

"I would have said we were lovers." I laughed

"Dawn, I would have died." Clair replied in a fit of laughter, but she did not deny it, which I thought, was significant.

I rang mother and told her that we would have our dinner that evening and so as not to disturb anyone at the convent I had booked us into a hotel. Mother, the sly old fox just said, "That's fine my dear. See you tomorrow."

I booked a twin suite, making the most of my expense account and trying to impress Clair with the better side of life. I knew that I wanted her but had to take it slowly. I had been right with my instinctive choice. Clair had been the one person who really impressed me right from the first interview, now we here in a hotel room getting ready for a night on the town. While I showered and got myself made up, I hid nothing of my body, or my excitement from Clair. 

I noticed that as she came out of the shower she was covered in a towel, after a couple of glasses of wine and a few laughs she hid less and less of her body from me. Even relaxing when I made her face up for her, showing her the best way to put eyeliner on or her lipstick, neither of which she had used for many years. Even then, it was just kids playing as she put it.

I held my dress up to my naked body and said, "Do you think it would look better with or without?"

"With or without what?" she asked innocently.

"A bra silly."

She burst out laughing, "You wouldn't. Would you? No you have to wear it, don't you?"

"I take it you think it would look better without one. Or don't you think my tits can stand up on there own?" I deliberately put her on the spot.

Quietly, with her head slightly bowed she said, "No, you have a wonderful body and no, you don't need to wear a bra."

I walked over to her and lifted her face so that I could look into her eyes, "That's decided then, no bra." Then I leant forward and kissed her on the forehead lightly.

"Come on then I said we're missing all the fun."

The mood lightened immediately and we rushed around getting dressed. Finally, ready we headed off to the bar across the street where we were going to have dinner and, hopefully a lot of fun, and a few drinks. The next hour was spent eating our dinner and laughing at the gazes we were both getting from waiters and eaters alike. By the time, we moved into the bar we had drunk a full bottle of wine and were both laughing loudly. We got chatted up by several men who I politely told to piss off as I could see that it made Clair uncomfortable, mind you one or two of them looked more than capable of giving us both a great fucking I thought.

"You seem uncomfortable around men Clair, any reason for that. We can leave if like."

"No, no please I am having a wonderful time. Really."

I had the strongest feeling she wanted to say more so I shut up and waited. "I....don't have much.....well with men....not pleasant anyway."

I could feel the story just wanting to come pouring out so I took her arm and led her to the women toilets. As soon as we went in, I leaned my back on the door and said, "Come on tell me. Come here." I held my arms out to her and she fell into them, tears streaming down her face, then it all flooded out in one long stream.

Her mother had remarried a much younger man who had started out friendly then started walking into Clair's bedroom without knocking. As Clair got older this happened more and more, then he started touching, not much to begin with but enough to make Clair feel uncomfortable. Slowly he became more and more daring, even putting his arm around Clair when her mother was in the room, saying he was just messing about. In the end, he lost control and tried to rape her. Luckily, she got away from him, waking her mother up with her screaming.

Her mother turned on Clair. Blaming Cathy for teasing her man. She gave Clair a choice, if she wanted the man she could share him with her mother. Alternatively, if she was such an innocent she could join the convent. That was two years ago. Needless to say, Mother Superior had told him that she did not think she was quite nun material. Thankfully, mother had allowed her to stay and allowed her to study business and secretarial courses. She knew that eventually she would have to leave and enter the world once again.

"So did you ever have a boyfriend?"

"Well, yes but nothing serious, just holding hands and ....well stuff."

At that point, the door rammed against my back. "Sorry, wont be a minute. You ok now?"

"Yes I'm fine; in fact I fell like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I have never told anyone about that before."

"Come on you can tell me about boys and 'stuff'" I laughed.

We went back to the bar and she told me about 'stuff', meaning one boy liked to feel her tits now and then, and that she admitted that she quite enjoyed it as well. It had never gone beyond that though.

By the time they got back to there hotel they were walking arm in arm and laughing about how important 'stuff' seemed to be for men. As I closed the door on the world, I watched as Clair kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the settee. I joined her and put my arm around her shoulder. She snuggled up to me and, seemingly knowing my thoughts she lifted her face to mine, softly caressing my face she kissed me lightly on the lips. My stomach jumped, I had to use all my self-control not to just rip her clothes off and bury my face in her pussy, or just sit on her face. This needed to be gentle, loving and to be honest that was how I felt. I had found my companion; I just hoped that she would feel the same come the morning.

"I don't....know...." she whispered

I put my finger to her lips, "Shhhh."

I lay her down and knelt on the floor beside her, cradling her head gently. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, brushed her lips and moved down her neck, nuzzled her ears and then moved back up her neck to her lips. We kissed gently, a long slow sensuous kiss that released all those pent up feelings that had accumulated over the last couple of days.

She wore a thin top, which I slowly unbuttoned while we kissed, my lips now moved down her neck and over the mound of her breasts, restrained by the thin bra. Still kissing her body, I slipped my hand under her back and as though I had been, doing it all my life flicked her bra undone. Now I moved back up her body, slipping the bra off her arms I flicked my tongue over first one nipple then the other. She gasped at the first contact, her hand gripping my hair. I moved up to her lips and again kissed her, letting my hands now move to her perfectly formed breasts, firm in my hand I slid over one then the other, each time I reached her nipple I brushed it lightly.

She pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard, passionate. "Take me to bed, make me yours, please. I can't wait any longer."

I puller her to her feet and walked to the bedroom, discarding my clothes as I went. By the time we reached the bed we were both naked. She lay on top of the bed and smiled, I admired her body before laying beside her. I kissed her lips and then rather quicker than I really intended moved down her body, over her breasts sucking on her erect nipples as I passed. My hand moved between her legs passing over her pubic bush then slowly between her moist pussy lips. Her hands went to my head as I moved down her body; she spread her legs allowing me to lie between them. I kissed her inner thighs and then slowly moved my lips to her pussy, lightly brushing her wet lips with my tongue. 

She moaned loudly and pushed my head, my hands moved to her nipples and played with them as, for the first time my tongue penetrated her virgin pussy. The shock of my contact on her clit made her body arch, I smiled inwardly as I worked her bud. I could feel my own juices flowing feely and moved my body so that my pussy was on her leg. Now as I moved up and down tonguing her clit my own was being massaged by her leg, the feeling was wonderful.

It did not take long before her moans started to get louder. "Oh God forgive me, it feels so good. What are you doing to me Dawn I cant control myself, oh yes oh god yes yes yes ohhhhhh." and she burst out crying, loudly, her body shuddering as her orgasm racked through her body. She pulled my head harder to her pussy and her heaving body smashed her into my face. As soon as she started, my own impending orgasm disappeared, I had to concentrate on giving her true pleasure for the first time in her life and that is what I did. As her movements subsided, I lightly flicked her clit, with each flick she would jump and moan, running her hands through my hair softly. Finally, I moved up the bed and cradled her still crying face in my hands, kissed her lightly and pulled her into my arms.

We lay quietly for a while and I gave her the time to adjust to what had just happened. "I never knew it could be so good. With a woman, I mean. God what am I saying, with anyone, man or woman." She laughed lightly.

"With a man is different than with a woman. Like two different worlds really."

"I want to please you, but....I don't know how. Show me, let me please you."

I pulled her to me and said, "Remember what I did and do the same, I will guide you as best I can and see how it goes. I want you so much I don't think you will have any problems believe me"

She was a quick learner. That first time was tentative, but after two hours of making love, laughing and making love we had discovered a great deal about ea each others sexual likes and more importantly loves. We fell asleep in a single bed laying arm in arm.

When I first woke I just gazed at her, she was so beautiful I could not believe that she was mine, but maybe she would not be. Maybe she would hate me for corrupting her. I forced myself to smile and dismissed the bad thoughts from my mind, for now at least. 

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Grabbing my hair she pulled me to her and kissed me lightly, "I can't be a nun." The statement shocked me. However, I said nothing. "I want more lots more and I can't do that if I am a nun. Mother was right. Love me, just once, in the light of day so I know it wasn't all a dream."

By the time we both got in the shower she was in no doubt that, it was real. We were like two girls who had just found a new toy to play with. We could not keep our hands to ourselves, we laughed we giggled and we played. However, we did not make love again, not yet.

The two women that arrived back at the convent were worlds apart from the ones that left the previous day. We were taken straight to mother who sat at her desk waiting for us.

"Well my ladies did you have a good night."

"Yes mother." we echoed each other.

She smiled at us both, "So to business then Dawn. Have you made your choice?"

"Yes mother I have. If she will agree."

Clair looked a little lost at this exchange, "Then I suggest you tell her everything and then give her the choice. She will need to know."

"Not here mother, if you don't mind I would prefer to walk in the gardens."

"Of course my dear. Come back here once you have her decision."

I stood up and Clair, looking completely lost now, followed me out of the office. Neither of us said anything until we reached the garden then a flood of questions escaped Clair's control. "Shhhh." I said putting my finger to her lips, "I will tell you everything. Then I will make you and offer. You must make your own decision and I will not try to influence you in anyway. If you have any questions just ask them. But let me say my piece without interruption, this is going to be very hard for me to say, admit, to anyone let alone someone that I like as much as I like you."




Holy Orders Ch. 03



"I will try, I promise."

"So...." And the story began. I held nothing back, not the builders or my life with or before Graham. By the time I finished she knew more about me than any living soul.

"....and now that you know all of that my offer to you is this. I would like you to accompany me. Be my private secretary, my confidant, my lover if you wish. But most of all, just to be my friend."

I could feel my legs shaking so I walked to a nearby bench and sat down. I could not look Clair in the face. I prayed that she would understand, but was almost certain that nobody would understand; let alone this young naïve virgin. I waited my heart in my mouth. As I looked at her I could see confusion but mostly something else, realisation, the dawning of something that was buried deep inside her. I said nothing. She paced back and forth, her head tilting from one side to the other. Then she sat down with a bump next to me, a smile on her face.

"Yes." Was all she said.

"Yes, yes you will. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, yes to it all everything. Whatever it is I want to be with you I want to....be part of it all. I have wanted it all my life I think, it just feels right."

I threw my arms round her and held her close, tears running down my face. "I am so glad. I thought you may turn against me once you found out what I was like, what I was doing here."

"Nooo. How could I? It all seems so right, for me. It's going to be wonderful." She burst out laughing and it must have been infectious because by the time we got back to mothers office we were back to the two giggling girls."

"Restrain yourselves ladies, please. Remember where you are. Some of the sisters here take their vows seriously."

"Sorry mother." I said, as we sat down.

"I take it that you have made a decision then Clair."

"Yes mother I have, I would love to go with Dawn, in whatever capacity she wants me. If that is ok with you?"

"You have chosen well my dear." mother said looking at me, "She would have been my choice from the start. Now as you have been so busy with the novices I have called two of the sisters here for you choose from for your office manager. They are both fully aware of your position; they were both here on your first night."

A second later, there was a knock on the door and two nuns walked in. "Sister Margret and Sister Mary let me formerly introduce Dawn, Cathy you both know of course. Dawn....

"May I Mother?" I interrupted, "I would prefer to things myself if that's alright."

"Of course my dear." Mother sat down, a slight smile on her face.

I had to admit I was shaking slightly when I interrupted but I had t take control of things myself, if I did not do it now it would be too late. "Sisters, how would you like to attend a reception in town this evening? Civilian clothes preferred, laughing is permitted as is a drop of wine if you choose."

They both looked at mother, who thankfully just smiled and remained silent. Slowly both sisters looked at each other with broad smiles on their faces. "I think we would love to." Sister Margret said. Sister Mary nodded her head vigorously.

"Good. I will collect you both at the main entrance at seven this evening. We will back around midnight if that is ok with you mother." Mother nodded her head, that smile fixed on her face.

"Till later then sisters." I said, waving them to the door.

Once they had gone, I sat down, waiting for mother to tell me off. To my surprise she said, "You handled that well my dear. My presence does not worry you anymore, that is good. So what are you up to?"

"Nothing mother. I hardly know either of them and if I am to have one of them as my office manager then I have to know I can trust them to work independently and to do it properly."

"Ye my dear you do. I will see you in the morning then for your report. What time will you be leaving tomorrow."

"I haven't even thought about it to be honest, everything has just seemed so fast. But late afternoon I should think. I need to call the bishop and find out if he has organised and office and accommodation for my staff, maybe I should do that now. May I?" I said pointing at the phone.

"Yes my dear, I would like a word with Cathy anyway. Make your call and meet us in the garden for tea." Cathy looped her arm in mothers and they strolled off to the garden.

I rang the bishop who had indeed found office space with accommodation above it. "I have also made arrangements for your PA as well, but if you could take her home with you for a couple of days all will become clear."

"Of course bishop I would love to. I am sure Graham will be pleased with some company other than just me."

"Oh Graham wont be there my dear he is wandering around Scotland somewhere. Grave rubbing I believe or some such rubbish anyway. He will be gone for a week. I will see you before than, take care my dear."

"Thank you Bishop, bye." I loved that man, he got rid of Graham again, he could read me like a book I am sure. Suddenly a pang of guilt hit me; my legs shook with the shock of it. The words 'Got rid of Graham' rang through my head. How could I, Graham was my husband.

"Graham is a boring wimp who has no idea of the world or a woman." I said loudly. It was true, he may be my husband but I now knew that I did not love him and probably never had. I despised him, loathed him even. Somehow, I wanted to hurt him. I remembered how I felt when he fucked me after the builders, how my cunt was full of there spunk as Graham slid into me, my mind started working again as I walked to the garden. By the time I reached mother I knew, really knew how wicked I was, and I revelled in it. Poor Graham, he would learn his place in the not too distant future.

"Are you alright my dear? You look a little flushed." Mother said as she served the tea.

"I am wonderful mother, truly wonderful. I have my office space with accommodation and Cathy is coming home with me for a few days. Everything is set."

"That's wonderful my dear. I think you will be a great success. In all things." As she said it, she raised her cup in a toast.

Cathy and I chinked cups with her and we spent half an hour just chatting about nothing. Later I helped Cathy move her things into my quarters, and we got ready to go out. I had ordered a limousine to collect us and it arrived promptly at seven thirty. Sister Margret and Mary were dressed moderately in civvies but they looked very different without there habits on. I vaguely remember them from 'the night' as I came to call it. However, this was different; they were smartened up and eager to have a good time. Both in there late forties they had nice personalities and seemed to get on well together so what I thought maybe a bit of a strain was in fact a very nice evening out. Nothing happened of course, the reception was some civic thing that happened every year, the mother was always sent an invite but never went so nobody bothered them all night. They just chatted and had their own fun.

By the end of the evening, they were all giggling like young girls. They had to stifle there laughs when they got back to the convent otherwise they would be in real trouble. One thing that I realised was that these two were an item, and it seemed had been for some considerable time.

Cathy and I went to our bed and made love until the early hours. We were now at the place where we were both easily confident with each other and experimented with sex, and the more we experimented the more we loved it. Things just felt so right.

The following morning we were called to mother's office early. "I have to go away for a few days on business so I wanted to know your choice before I went so that I could inform the whoever it is you have chosen. Have you decided which one?"

"Yes mother but, you may not approve of my choice."

"Come child out with it, we will see if I approve or not, never fear."

"Well. I would like them both. Margret is without doubt the better organiser but they both agree that Mary is by far the better mathematician. I would like Margret to run the office and Mary to keep accounts for me. If that's ok?" I petered out towards the end, sounding a little weak.

Mother smiled, "And...?" Her smile broadened right across her face.

I really did not know what to say, she was prompting me for something but I did not want to put my foot in it. I looked at her quizzically as she slowly put two fingers to her lips and then crossed them. She cocked her slightly to one side, still smiling broadly.

"Oh alright you got me, yes they are an item and I would hate to break them up, I think they would be lost without each other."

"About time." Mother said tossing some papers at me, "Get them to sign these and they are all yours. There is one there for you Cathy as well. Just permission for you to move to the bishops staff under Dawns management. Go on then I leave in half an hour. I think you will find them in the laundry, that's where they usually hide this time of day."

"You sly old fox, you wanted me to choose them both didn't you?"

"Go or none of them will be going anywhere." She laughed.

I did not have to explain much to them, as they knew what I was doing for the bishop. When I said I wanted them to join me, purely as management staff they both jumped at the chance. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but it is plain that you two are and item, and from what mother say's have been for some time. The accommodation is a one bedroom flat above the offices. Means you will have to sleep in the same bed I'm afraid."

To begin with, they were embarrassed but that soon got lost behind a fit of giggles and huge hugs and thanks from them both. So, we were set. The papers were signed and I was ready to start my life of religious whoredom. Wasn't life wonderful

The laundry room phone rang pulling us out of our reverie. "Mother is just leaving and wants us all in the car park immediately. " Mary said replacing the receiver.

They all looked at me quizzically. "Don't look at me I don't know what she wants. We better go and see I suppose."

We rushed upstairs and out the front door. Mother was standing there by her black jaguar, chauffeur holding the door. She handed me two sets of car keys and pointed across the car park. "I think you will know which one is yours. The other is for sis....Margret and Mary. Company vehicles I believe the term is. I hope to see you all again soon. But whatever happens all of you enjoy your lives and have some fun." She kissed us all on the cheek. "Goodbye to you all." She got in the car and we watched until she was out of site before we ran across the car park to the new vehicles, which in fact had been parked on the grass verge.

"My god look at these." I said, "This one is yours. That one has to be mine."

"How do you know?" Cathy asked

"Look at the number plate." The number was apt and in a way still hidden but I knew what it meant and so did those with me. The legend was 'R1 DER'. Need I say more? While not the height of luxury these were top of the range family saloons, with all the extras, not that I knew what an extra was, I found all that out some time later. "Well I don't know about you but I am about ready to try mine out. Time for home I think."

Margret had opened their car and was looking through some papers. "Yes I think I am as well." She said handing me a photo. Across the picture was written, 'Your New Home'. This was indeed a shock. I had expected something in the middle of a town but this huge house was in the country. 

"This has to be a mistake." Mary said, taking the photo.

"Well there is only one way to find out, call me when you get there. Ready Cathy?"

Ten minutes later, bags in the boot we were on our way. I had to laugh at Margret though. It had been so long since she had driven a modern car that she kept stalling it. I did worry that they may not make it in on piece.

Cathy was obviously excited, apart from her trip to the convent and trips in to the town she had not been anywhere. Everything was new to her and the whole trip was ' Oooh what's that' and 'What doe's that do?' By the time we turned into the village, I was exhausted, and it was only three o'clock. Still a nice cup of tee and sit down in my own garden would be wonderful. I had to admit I had missed my home this last week.

As soon as I turned into the drive I knew that something was wrong. A van was parked outside the house that I recognised. My heart pounding I got out of the car and walked into the house. Three o'clock and I knew they would be in the kitchen. I rushed in there, Cathy close behind and threw myself into Pete's arms. I gave him a huge kiss and then stepping back said.

"What the hell are you randy lot doing here?"

Pete had a huge grin on his face and the others were cheering. "You got a few more alterations being done." He said. "And you are?" holding out his hand he looked at Cathy, and I knew that look.

I slapped his hand away, "This is Cathy. Hands off she's my PA and not used to rough hands like you lot." I laughed

Cathy went bright red which immediately gave the game away, "Whoo hooo" Bill said, "We got us a virgin guy's."

I turned sharply and looked at Bill, my face full of anger, "Touch her in any way whatsoever and I will cut your fuckin balls off, you understand me?"

"Yeah ok babe, no problem." Bill said a little shocked.

"All of you. Understand?" They all nodded. They knew me well enough to know I meant what I said. "Good. Now then Pete what's all this about changes then?"

"Well I'm assuming it's for you sex....your friend here. Remember the visitors annex that was originally planned?"

"What the self contained one or just the extra bedroom?"

"The self contained one no less."

"Ohh brilliant, show me. How much have you done? Have you been here all week?"

When the alterations had been originally planned, we put several plans in. The church opted for the cheapest one of course. No, and I had to assume it by order of the bishop, we were getting the most expensive. This meant refurbishing a small barn that was alongside the house, a glass tunnel would join the two properties. However, the barn would be fully self-contained, including an office, originally for Graham but now for Cathy and me.

"Well the barn has all been lined; the floor has been installed up and down. All the external work is done and we are just sorting out the inside, bath kitchen and stuff. We started almost as so as you went away Saturday and will be about another week." Pete said

As he finished we walked through the glass tunnel, I loved the way it let the light in, and the view out the back garden was wonderful. I could put a seat in here in winter and just gaze out into the countryside.

Pete showed us the rest of the annex and it was just as I had imagined it would be when we planned it, even down to the walk in wardrobe and the en-suite bathroom. It was a double bedroom and it was huge, more than enough space for Cathy and me to throw each other around in on a wild night of passion. Cathy was dumbstruck that this was all for her, that she would be living here in future.

"I don't know who sent you to me. But I thank them with all my heart." She said once we were alone.

"Well I believe in fate, and I think we will thank fate for our good fortune. Either that or I am just such a great fuck." I laughed.

"Hmmm. Maybe I should ask Pete about that. I take it these are the same builders as before?" Cathy said with a smile.

"Yes they are. Why are you interested then?"

"I could be. He's quite good looking, the others seem nice enough and I have to say that while that Bill is a bit rough he hit's a note in the pit of my stomach."

"Oh yes, and all this from a totally inexperienced virgin eh." Cathy went bright red again.

"I didn't say I had never been out with a boy. I had my moments and cam so close once. But if you would rather I stayed away you only have to say so. I don't want to spoil what we have, no way."

I laughed again, mostly to put her at her ease, "What we have is special and will last forever. Anything else you do, or we do together is apart from 'us' Ok. If you really want to give your self to these horny bastards then I am sure it will happen once I let them know they can try. But till I say so they will not touch you."

"Ok. Lift the bar, let things take there natural course. But I will need your help sooner or later, and if I scream for help just get them off me ok."

"Them? So you want them all then?" Again, I laughed, Cathy realised what she had said and joined in.

"Lets see." She said.

"Well no time like the present, let's get another cup of tea; they will be getting ready to go home now."

We went back to the kitchen and as I poured two cups of tea, I could here mumbling behind me. "Say it so I can hear it guy's, we don't have any secrets do we?"

It was Ray who replied, "We were just wondering if you were saving miss pretty here for yourself?"

"Not at all Ray. If I had said ok guy's you can fuck her you would have had her bent over that table in a second. Right or wrong?

He laughed and Bill said, "Too fuckin right."

"Well she is mine. She is a virgin. Moreover, she likes you lot. Be gentle, be kind and she may just let you fuck her brains out. If you're really lucky we may even put a show on for you guys." With that, I pulled Cathy to me and kissed her full on the lips. She responded willingly. The guys just whooped and shouted there approval over and over until we parted, by which time I was really wet and my stomach was pulsing with the beginnings of pre-orgasm.

"Now that I want to see more of." Bill said.

"Ok guy's that's for tomorrow, now we have to go." Pete said and as he passed he gave Cathy a light kiss on the lips, no pressure just a light brush. The others all did the same, me they hugged and groped as mush as they could until the next guy pushed them away. Now I was flowing wet, I loved it. I loved it all and never wanted it to end.

As soon as they had gone, I showed Cathy around the house quickly and then we spent a quick half hour relieving each other. She was as bad as I was and just as wet. As we were getting dressed, I heard Graham pull up in the drive. I quickly grabbed all the clothes out of my wardrobe and threw them on the bed. Cathy looked at me quizzically.

"I think it's time my husband knew his place in the scheme of things. After dinner, could you give us some space, and ignore anything you hear unless it is me calling you. Ok?"

"Ok with me, I need an early night anyway. You can join me if you want later." Cathy laughed

I laughed at her and with a quick kiss said, "We will see."

We got downstairs just as Graham walked in the door. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Cathy and I. Dressed casual but sexy was not what he expected from his wife. Before he could say anything I said, "Graham, this is Cathy. She is my new PA and will be living in the annex when it is finished."

"Oh, alright. How do you do Cathy. Nice to meet you." He said holding out his hand.

Cathy shook his hand almost in passing, "Shall I make tea?" she asked without stopping.

I stood looking at Graham, knowing that he was disgusted with what he saw, but also I could see something else. "We must talk later." He said. "Tell me how you got on with the Mother Superior. I hear she is a bit of a dragon."

"Not at all." I said, finally moving toward the kitchen, "We got to be very close I think." She's really nice."

For the next two hours, Cathy and I made dinner and kept chattering, not giving Graham time to intervene. After dinner, Cathy pleaded tiredness and went to the guestroom for the night. Graham and I, as usual sat in the lounge only tonight he did not switch the TV on.

"Why are your clothes on the bed? Moreover, what are you wearing? Hardly fit for the vicar's wife do you think?"




Holy Orders Ch. 04



WARNING

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGOUS CHARACTERS.

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Dawn woke the following morning after a night of noisy sex with Cathy feeling as though she had been born into a new world. So much had happened in the last couple of months that it seemed so surreal. She went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. She had decided that her normal wifely duties like cooking, washing and keeping the house tidy should remain in her hands for the time being. To all intents and purposes, it must seem to the outside world that she was the perfect vicar's wife. After all, she was to have some dealings with the congregation in her new post, or at least the parts that included her involvement of the congregation in the running of the parish.

Everything else would be done to degrade Graham even further. This morning she had dressed for this purpose. Graham's final submission and acceptance of his place as a cuckold would be cemented today, this morning in fact, and she had dressed for the occasion. Loose thin skirt, thin blouse and no underwear. As Cathy helped her cook breakfast Dawn heard a car pull up outside. She knew it would be Pete as he always arrived early and well before any of the other builders.

"Cathy can you tell Pete I will be cooking breakfast for him and it will be ready in ten minutes. That will give us time to sort Graham out with you, and then it will be Pete's turn.

"Ok babe." Cathy said.

Dawn watched as Cathy left the kitchen, she truly was gorgeous and the things that they were doing together in bed Dawn had never dreamed she would ever do. Her smile disappeared as Graham walked into the kitchen. "Take a seat, it won't be long."

Cathy came back a minute later, "Morning Cathy! " Graham said quietly.

"Just to make things clear to you Graham," I said, as I put his breakfast on the table, "Cathy is my PA. That means she has the same place in your life as I do. If she tells you to do something, you will do it. Is that clear?"

It took a second to sink in but as I suspected he made no objection. "Yes dear. As you wish."

A moment later Pete walked into the kitchen, I walked over to him and put my arms around him, kissing him lightly on the mouth. To say he was shocked was an understatement. "Don't worry Pete." I said turning round. I pulled his arm over my shoulder and placed it on my braless breast, "Graham knows you want to fuck me, he knows that you all want to fuck me and he has something to say. Don't you Graham?" As I finished, Cathy took Pete's other arm and with her back to him placed his hand on her semi naked breast. Graham was no longer able to look me in the face so with his head lowered he said, "Yes I know what you want to do to my wife and she is willing to allow it."

"No no, you fuckin wimp." I shouted. "Use the words; tell them it's what you want. That you would love it if they all fucked me. Tell him how you would love to see them fucking the arse off me. Tell them! Look him in the face as you say it." My voice was raised in anger; I wanted him to totally degrade himself to give me to these horny big cocked builders.

His face reddened his and screwed up and I was sure he was going to refuse, even walk out. Slowly he raised his face and looked at Pete who was lazily playing with my nipple "Dawn is right of course, it should be made plain so that there can be no errors. I know that you and your colleagues wish to...." He paused stealing himself to use the words that he hated, words he had probably never used his entire life. "Fuck...my wife. I would be very pleased if you did. I would like to see it at sometime if that is possible." A mixture of embarrassment and excitement tinged in his voice, his breathing becoming heavy. "I would dearly love for you to ....fuck the arse off her whenever you or she wishes. In all her holes if she desires. Pleasure her...."

"That's enough." I said, "If you want to spunk your pants thinking about it, do it at work not here in front of me, not this time."

"Yes dear. As you wish."

It was done. Now he was the true wimp cuckold, or nearly. Just one more thing for his submission to be complete. I stepped forward and leaning out I put my hands on the table. "Pete, fuck me. Now! I need it" And I was not exaggerating, I was wet and my pussy was throbbing so hard I thought they could all feel the vibrations

Pete hesitated for a second but with Cathy pulling his shorts down he was soon positioned behind me. He raised my skirt and without any pre amble thrust his huge cock into me. Graham was directly opposite me, he raised his head slightly to see what was happening. "God that feels so fuckin good. A huge cock rammed up my cunt. Oh he's gonna make me come."

I was so hot I almost come before his cock was in me; it was when Cathy undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and started playing and sucking on my nipples that I was thrust over the abyss into ecstatic orgasm. "Oh fuck yes. This is what a great cock can do; oh fucking hell, I'm coming oh harder harder. Suck that tit bitch suck it ohh fuck fuck I have wanted this all these years not a useless cock like you have you wimp fuck wanker ohhhhhhhh yeeeeesssss." 

As I spewed out years of pent up frustration at Graham I crashed though my orgasm. I had never felt like this. I didn't lose conscientiousness, or even come close. This was all controlled I wanted him to see me being fucked, see me coming, and I wanted him to suffer the final humiliation, the final step into his total degradation. I wanted him to come in his pants.

"Turn you on does it you fuck, wanna come do you go on then do it. Oh Pete yes oh god yes, now Pete fill me now, come Pete let me feel your spunk in my cunt oh yes oh yes ohhhhhh."

When he did come, Pete was not quiet either. The only one in that room who came quietly was Graham. His hands on the table his head went back and the tears ran down his face. I could see his hips thrusting forward on the chair.

"Why don't you clean Pete up Cathy while I dish up breakfast." 

Graham stood up and left the room. As we sat down to eat our breakfast I saw him leave for work. Pete still seemed to be dumbstruck, as soon as Graham had gone he said.

"What the fuck was that about? Not that it wasn't great. But what's going on?"

"You heard what he said. I am free to fuck whoever the hell I please and if he can watch now and then all the better. To put it another way he is a cuckold. He gets turned on by knowing, or seeing me being fucked." I laughed, "Not complaining are you?"

"You gotta be kiddin me. No, I love it. Nice one." 

We chatted excitedly until we had finished and then Pete went to join the others who had settled in the annex kitchen. Cathy had been chatty but restless since we sat down now she just burst, "Fuck me Dawn. That was fuckin awesome, and that cock fuck me I gotta have it Dawn can I, please."

"It's not mine," I laughed, "and anyway there are several others to choose from you know."

"No. I want that one to be my first cock I want Pete to take my cherry. Then we shall see about the others."

I laughed, "Ok if you're sure, maybe I will ask Pete to stay the night and then we can both enjoy him. He will love it of course and I know he can manage us both. However, you get him first. Don't say anything to him yet, we will catch him later."

As the builders were working in the annex, we did not see much of them until lunch break. Cathy and I made tea and took it into the garden. I had told Cathy about the swing chair and that if she chose to sit in it she should expect Pete and Bill to join her. Of course being Cathy, she went straight to the swing and sat down between Bill and Pete who I think were waiting for me. However, they did not seem disappointed.

Of course, the hands started roaming and Cathy dealt with it well, making sure that the only one she touched was Pete. By the time dinner was over I was as wet as I could get, having had to keep the others hands and lips occupied. Luckily, I managed to at least keep my clothes on even if they were up around my waist. Finally, Pete called time. I think he was having difficulty with his erection. As they all went back to work, I called Pete over. Waiting for the others to leave before I said anything

"How would you like to stay her tonight? With Cathy and me. Maybe go to the pub have some dinner and, well have some fun."

"Go on Pete, say yes." Cathy pleaded

"Yes. Why not? I don't have any going out clothes though, just some clean jeans and a t-shirt."

"That's fine; it's only a pub meal. Do not tell the others though ok. Not yet anyway. Did you tell them about Graham yet?"

"Well not really, no. I'm not that sure it has sunk in yet to be honest."

"Ok no problem, you can tell them tomorrow when you let them know you stayed the night. At tea break ok."

"Ok then miss bossy boots as you wish." he laughed.

The rest of the day Cathy was very restless, she could not think of anything but losing her cherry at last. I had to admit that I was probably just as excited. I had never been with a woman and a man at the same time before, let alone help break a virgin in with her first cock. 

I made Graham a salad for his dinner which he took to, what was now, his bedroom. Cathy and I got ready while Pete said he would make use of the annex facilities. Although it was not finished, the bathroom and kitchen were usable and the builders had found several chairs from somewhere so it was not completely sparse of furnishings. Of course, he did not need to worry about a bed.

By eight, we were in the pub with our first drink. I had asked for a little restraint while we were there as it was in the village, but even I had trouble keeping my hands off Pete's cock while we laughed and joked about nothing in particular. Cathy and I held each other's hands on his cock several times. It was pretty much the same in the restaurant as well and by the time we had downed a couple of bottles of wine we were more than ready to walk home.

Neither Cathy nor I had put underwear on and of course, Pete had found this out with several forays up our skirts. As it was still a warm night we walked through the woods, which backed, on to our back garden. It was a good twenty-minute walk but we had not even got half way before Pete had Cathy against a tree and was kissing her, his hands roaming over her body.

As soon as he felt her submit to his hands, he slowed down a little. Realising that this would be her first time with a man he wanted to be gentle. As he moved down her neck to her breasts, I took over kissing her lips. Slowly he undid her top and I help him slip it off her shoulders. As he moved down even more I took her nipple in my mouth, playing with the other one between thumb and finger.

Once her skirt slipped to the floor Pete stood back and admired her body. Cased now only in stay up stockings she was indeed stunningly gorgeous, her breasts stood proud and firm, moving with each deep breath that she took. Her waist trim and her stomach marking the way to her slim hips and her triangle of passion, completely hairless now, as she knew I liked it that way.

Moving closer he kissed her gently on the eyes, "You are gorgeous." he said between kisses. He pulled off his t-shirt and as he started on his jeans, I took her hand and gently lay her on the ground. I could see that she was both nervous and eager to continue. As we lay down I kissed her gently moving down her body, as Pete joined us I let him take over, just running my hands over her body gently to let her know I was still there.

Pete kissed her all over, starting at her lips he moved over breasts nipping at each nipple as he went, then down over her hips. Making a trail with his tongue as he went. Gently spreading her legs so that he could kiss her mound and then to her inner thigh. Slowly he moved to her pussy lips, gently kissing and then licking, tasting her free flowing juices then. As he flicked her clit she moaned, as he penetrated her with his tongue she started to moan louder and the more he worked her clit the more she moaned and mover. Her hands reached for his head and she moaned, "Now Pete, now I am ready I want you, I want to feel you inside me."

Pete raised himself and taking his weight on one arm her positioned himself, slowly he penetrated that virgin pussy. Cathy moaned with pleasure, jumped a little as he reached her hymen screwing her face against the pain, then as he filled her hole she relaxed. Slowly Pete took her, holding himself in check so as not to spoil her pleasure he made love to her. Still kissing her lightly and running my hands over her body, I could not help but think just how angelic her face was at this moment. She was in heaven, tears slowly rising in her eyes she burst out crying as her first cock induced orgasm spread over her body.

Now that Pete had seen her come he couldn't hold back any longer and started thrusting a little harder, this in turn made Cathy start to come all over again, not the quiet type either this was full on orgasmic pleasure, which drove Pete on to faster and greater thrusts. Eventually, both screaming aloud, they mixed their passion juices together in a writhing thrusting orgasmic crescendo, only stopping when they were both completely exhausted.

"Oh my god." Cathy moaned, after a few minutes, "To think, I wanted to become a nun."

"That...." Pete said, still catching his breath, "....would have been such a.... terrible waste."

We all laughed at that point. Cathy pulled Pete to her and kissed him, "Thank you for being gently with me. I will never forget this moment. Now can we please get to bed and have some really wild fucking. This outdoor stuff is ok but I have a branch trying to fuck a hole I want you to fill before the nights out."

Neither of them really bothered to dress as such, Pete put his boxers on but Cathy just slipped her top on and that was how we arrived back at the house. Two minutes later, we were in bed and five minutes after that Cathy and I was giving Pete a show he could only have dreamed of a week ago. Then we both started on him. I made him lay there while Cathy and I sucked his cock. I showed her all I knew about sucking cock, playing with balls and how to deep throat and even lick his bum hole. How to use her fingers and how to pleasure a man properly. Which when I later thought about it made me laugh, I had only been doing this for a few weeks and I had probably fucked more men than anyone I knew.

We tried everything it was possible for two women and a man to try together. Pete did fuck Cathy's arse, at the same time she was licking me to orgasm and we finally finished with Cathy riding his cock while I sat on his face, his tongue working its magic on my clit as Cathy and I kissed and played with each other's tits. It was a magnificent night, absolutely perfect for breaking in a virgin. It was a night Cathy would never forget, or match. Finally, we fell asleep, exhausted, satisfied and very happy.

When my alarm went off I just felt throwing it out the window but I knew I had to get up, not just because the other builders would be arriving but I had to get Grahams breakfast ready, and, the thought struck me that I wanted to see his face after a night of sex with another man, and woman.

I threw on a housecoat, thin with buttons all the way down which remained undone. I wanted him to see my used body. I walked into his room and shook him; his bed was a mess so I knew he had a restless night. As he stirred, I went downstairs and prepared the meal As usual he arrived as I put his plate on the table. He looked at me, naked his eyes averted to the floor. "Want to smell me wimp, do you want to smell the sexual scent of another man on me." I moved closer to him and lifted my leg onto a chair. "Come closer wimp. Can you smell him? Can you smell his come in my cunt?"

I could see his nose twitching, taking in the odour of sex. I took his head and pushed it down, closer and closer to my cunt. "His spunk is still in there wimp. Can you smell it? Can you see it running out wimp?"

"I can smell it yes. Please let me go you're hurting me."

I pulled his head up to mine, staring into his eyes I said, "One day I will let you lick another mans come from my cunt wimp." Pushing him away I added, "Now eat your breakfast and fuck off to work."

As he sat down, I took the tray with three meals laid on it up to the bedroom. I heard Graham leave as we laughed and joked upstairs. Cathy and Pete were finding it hard to keep there hands off each other. Cathy surprised me when finally she said, "You have had your exclusive dip into my cunt. Now I want you all together, I want to be fucked stupid. But don't you dare say anything to the others, not yet." Pete smiled and nodded his agreement.

Later that morning the phone rang, it was the bishop." Hello my dear and how are you. I understand you did very well last week."

"Hello bishop. It's nice of you to say so."

"Not at all my dear, you made quite an impression on Mother Superior you know, I think she likes you a great deal. Anyway, to business. I have been thinking about your project. While it's a nice idea I think I may have something that is a little more challenging for you, and certainly a lot more rewarding. You will still be servicing the Order of course. Do you think you may be interested in something that will stimulate you mind as well as your body my dear."

"That sounds interesting bishop can you tell me any more."

"Hmm. I would rather tell you face to face. Pack some things for a trip. Business and pleasure clothes would be advisable. I will expect you say around five tomorrow evening. You can stay in my quarters." He laughed at the last part

"It would be my pleasure bishop, I look forward to it. Your quarters are so comfortable I love that bath." He was still laughing when he hung the phone up. I felt quite good for some reason; I do not know what it was that the bishop had in mind but it certainly seemed a bit more than laying down and spreading my legs, not that I would complain if some of that were included of course.

Tea break. The long awaited time of discussion and verification. They were all assembled as usual by the time Cathy and I walked into the annex kitchen. "Have you told them yet Pete?" I asked

"No you said not until you say so."

"Told us what?" Bill asked. "So tell them Pete, don't keep them in suspense." I said with a smile.

"Ok. If you're sure."

"Tell us what for fucks sake." Ray this time.

"That I had a word with Graham, the vicar." Pete said with a smile. "Or in fact he had a word with me."

"Oh fuck does he know what's been going on then?" Bill asked

"Shut up and listen Bill." Pete said angrily," The vicar has asked us to fuck his wife as often as she, and we, would like. He would love it if he could watch sometime but insisted that we pleasure Dawn whenever she wants us to."

"Your havin a fuckin laugh." Bill said.

"Actually he isn't." I said, "And to make sure that Graham meant it Pete fucked me over the kitchen table in front of the vicar yesterday morning for breakfast."

That made them all laugh. The picture of fucking me for breakfast was nice enough but to do it in front of my husband, the vicar, who none of them really liked, just made it comical.

"And that's not all." Cathy said with a smile at me, "Last night Pete stayed here, he took my virgin cunt and, I enjoyed it so much I want the rest of you."

Bill jumped out of his seat and was almost on top of Cathy before I could intervene, "Wait." I shouted. Bill stopped in his tracks, his tongue out almost drooling at the thought of getting his obviously stiff cock into Cathy, "You will take care. While we had a night of rampant fucking she is still only used to one cock at a time. Give her all you want but you hurt her and you will have me to deal with. Now, enjoy her, and make sure she enjoys you."




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That said I got the deepest impression that I had wasted my breath. Not that the guy's did not take any notice, they did. Cathy on the other hand just wanted it all and as quickly as possible. As Bill reached her, she dropped to her knees and had his cock in her mouth before he could say a word. Turning her cock filled face to me; she winked and smiled as best she could. 'Fuck it' I thought. 'She will manage I think'

Bill stepped out of his trousers just as Ray pulled Cathy's skirt up. Poor Pete had just been pushed aside; he was still smiling though so he hadn't taken it personally. He knew he would get in on the action soon enough. Someone else pulled her top off and, naked, she was lifted bodily and taken out into the garden to the faithful swing cushions, which Pete was laying on the grass. I followed and sat in a chair watching, enjoying the sight of my prodigy, my lover, my PA being serviced by these burly, sometimes thoughtful builders. Not that I went without of course. I did join in. As the men waned, a little Cathy and I put on a real show for them. It did not take long for first one cock and then another to find it's way into my holes and then I was licking cock-filled pussy as well. It was a rampant fuck filled two hours of unadulterated lust, pleasurable and enjoyable but lust all the same. Again, I didn't lose myself in the cloud-filled orgasm, I assumed it was because I was still looking out for Cathy. I did miss it, I think I needed that total absorption in my orgasm to be completely fulfilled; anything else just seemed to be lustful sex, enjoyable, satisfying but not complete absorption in ecstasy that I craved. Never mind I had no doubt it would return in time.

By the time we were all shagged out and taken time to recover, it was getting on for three so Cathy and I left the guys to try to catch up on their work. I told Cathy that I was going to see the bishop the following day.

"What doe's he want then?" She asked

"I'm not exactly sure but I think it will be to our benefit so stay near the phone while I am away ok. I have to fuck the poor man tomorrow night then he is sending me off somewhere but I do not know where. I will let you know as soon as I do. Anyway, I do not leave until about two so we still have time for a few more fucks before I go. You just make sure they do some work on the house as well as on you while I am gone ok." I laughed

"I will don't worry. I think I am going to need time to recover after this morning's session. Unless you know someone who would kiss my pussy better for me." She laughed.

"Later you horny bitch. Promise." I said, "I need to go and pack."

There was no more fucking that day, but I did make sure that I kissed each of them and groped them while Graham watched; they of course groped me back and let it be known that they had fucked us both for most of the day.

I cooked dinner and set it on the table. Graham came in and picked his plate up. I guessed he was going to take it to his room but I had one final knife to stick in him first. "Sit down wimp." I said quietly

"I was going...." 

"Sit down." I demanded, raising my voice. He hesitated only a moment but my glare made it very clear that I would not accept anything else but complete compliance. He put his plate down and pulling a chair out sat down, head bowed something he now did automatically when in the same room as me. "That's better, don't question me again. If I tell you to do something, you will do it immediately. Without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes dear as you wish." he whimpered.

"Good. Now I am going to see the bishop tomorrow, then I will be away for a few days. Cathy will be in charge, on this and every occasion when I am not here. Understood?"

"Yes, of course dear." Again that simpering wimp's voice.

"And that is something else. I do not think you in anyway deserve the right to call me 'my dear' or ever to use my name. In future you will call me Mistress and you call Cathy Miss. Understood."

He hesitated again, raising his head to look at me for the first time since walking into the kitchen. He soon lowered his head when I glared at him.

"Yes my....Mistress. As you wish."

"Good. Now you can go."

He picked up his dinner and left. I smiled at Cathy who looked at me strangely, "Miss I like that, but aren't you pushing him a bit hard a bit fast."

"No. Did he object? No. He may not love everything that is going to happen to him but he will do as he is told and if he forgets while I am away, you can correct him in any way you wish. He will not upset you because he knows he will have to deal with me. God I love the feeling of control." I laughed. A picture of Cathy punishing Graham crossed my mind. I stored it away for future reference."

The following morning Graham came down picked up his breakfast and said, "Thank you Mistress." Then took it to his room. I ignored him of course.

When Cathy and I went to the annex kitchen, the guys were all over us, expecting to fuck straight away. I sometimes wondered why it was that men seemed much hornier in the mornings. "That's enough." I said, but not till Cathy and I were both naked and on our knees, just about to swallow dick. "You have some work to catch up on from yesterday. This afternoon, two o'clock. If you have caught up with your wok, you can have us both for a couple of hours. If you have got ahead of your schedule, hmm, Cathy and I will do anything you ask. Right babe?"

Cathy smiled that sex-filled smile of hers, "Absolutely anything, and everything. But work first I'm afraid." She walked over to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Then she snuggled up to me and we both gazed at them until they left.

After they had gone, we put our clothes back on and I pulled Cathy into the house kitchen. I made coffee and said, "I have a suggestion. I hope you will like it but say if you don't."

Cathy looked at me, "I'm intrigued, go on."

"The annex was going to be your home. Your hideaway if you like. I was hoping that you may like to move in here with me permanently and I will put Graham in the annex."

Cathy with a huge smile on her face said, "I would love to."

"Really?"

"Yes really. But....can we redecorate, make it a bit more modern."

"Oh god yes, I hate this 'vicars' décor. We will make it our own. You can plan it while I am away and we can start when I get back. I want to keep the furniture though. I love olde worlde furniture but I think it would look great in a modern setting anyway."

"Great." She said jumping up and throwing her arms around me.

We spent sometime discussing things we would like to change, like making the dinning room, which was never used, into a study for us to work in. I also said I would have a word with Pete about knocking out the bathroom to extend the bedroom and incorporating the loft dressing room. That would mean we could turn the spare bedroom into a wet room. One thing we both wanted was a huge conservatory out the back so we could fuck out there in any weather.

"This is all very well but I have to go and pack. Discuss it with Pete while I am away. If the bishop will not pay then I will. Graham's money will run things as normal so I can use my income however, I like. If the poor wimp behaves I may allow him some pocket money"

I went off the pack while Cathy busied herself with pen and paper planning the house. At two o'clock, Cathy and I went over to the annex. I had to say I was surprised at what they had achieved in such a short time. "How we doing then boy's?" I asked

Pete smiled at me and said, "Considering how far behind we got yesterday we have done really well. Maybe you should come on all my jobs."

I laughed, "I really don't think my body could stand being with you all the time."

"Well, we have caught up with yesterdays work and have completed today's rota. As it's only two and we normally finish at four I think that puts us ahead of schedule."

I looked at Cathy who smiled and said, "Can't argue with that."

I do not think she would have argued anyway she was so obviously gagging for a fucking. "Ok then boys we are yours to with as you please."

They all cheered and taking us both by the arm led us to the garden. I was so glad that this was one of the better British summers. The sun was still out end the air was warm and fresh. As they stripped us both off.

"We would like a real show with you two before we join in." Bill said

Cathy and I smiled at each other, not what we were expecting but we did love to make love with each other. As we lay down on the cushions we kissed touched and played with each other. I let Cathy take the lead and lay back and enjoyed her ministrations. She had this way of setting my skin on fire with every touch. With my eyes closed, it was life heaven. When she stopped, I opened my eyes to see Bill with a huge strap on double dildo. He handed it to Cathy but kept hold of the controller

"Oh fuck me yes." I moaned

Cathy stepped into it, and then sat down spreading her legs wide to slide the huge cock in. Once she was happy, she came back to me. I opened my legs for her and slowly felt the rubber cock slide in. It was bigger than any of the men but I was so juiced up it just slid in without any trouble. As Cathy slowly started to fuck me, Bill turned on the vibrator. The sensation of being fucked by Cathy and the vibes just sent my stomach into turmoil. I knew that today I was going to reach those lofty orgasmic heights that I had been craving.

"Fuck me look at these two, they fucking love it. Here you have I go I gotta fuck that arse." It was Bill talking of course but I did not know or care who he spoke to. I felt added weight on me and heard Cathy moan as a man cock penetrated her arse.

"Oh fuck this is just so fuckin hot." She moaned in my ear.

A Moment later we rolled onto our side, hardly missing a stroke both Bill and Cathy continued with their thrusting. Next minute I felt a man cock seeking a way into my bum hole. I used my hands to spread my cheeks and felt it slide in, already lubricated from my cunt. The vibrator was getting harder and harder to take, the speed was variable and whoever had control was changing the speed regularly.

Bill was first to come quickly followed by Cathy then whoever was in my arse; the accumulation of orgasmic moans and the feeling of cum in my bowels was too much. The rumbling in my stomach rushed up to my mouth and exploded with a cry of sheer release. Before I could reach the clouds, we were pulled apart. The next minute two men lay on the floor so that there cocks were as close together as they could get them. Back to back, Cathy and I were impaled on the erect members. Then the vibe was inserted, first in my arse then in Cathy's. As we rocked on the cocks in our cunts, we fucked each others arses. This was just too much and I again went off into orgasm. I could hear Cathy too screaming in pleasure.

Once the two men came, we were again switched around. Now I had the vibe up my cunt and I was fucking Cathy's arse while yet two more cocks fucked the remaining holes. I was lost, completely lost and I knew that Cathy was too. The men did whatever they wanted to us and we just let the orgasm's and the cum flow. The final thing I remember was a man lying on the ground, me lying on my back on top of him. His cock slid into my sopping wt pussy with ease, the vibe on the other hand took a little longer but in it went. Now my pussy held a cock and a vibe. Cathy hovered over me, her eyes were wide but I could see she wanted to feel this as well. First, she impaled herself on the vibe, two of the guys supported her weight and then Pete got behind her and slowly filled her up with his throbbing meat. From somewhere two more vibes appeared, these were pushed into our bum holes. I swear if they could have got a cock in there as well, they would have done.

All the vibes were switched on, the men were fucking us wildly and Cathy and I were fucking each other with the vibe. That was just too much and I was gone. My orgasm had been there through most of this but teetering in the background was the thundering crash of orgasmic heaven. I felt it start in the pit of my stomach and slowly ride the waves through my abdomen up to my chest and then roar through my head and out of my mouth.

I later learned that the scream I released was such that everyone came to a stop, concerned that I may have been hurt, everyone that is except me. I was cursing and screaming for them to go faster harder. Which it appears they did. Cathy told me that the pile of bodies fell sideways but still I kept fucking, and so did she. We both admitted that it had to be the best sex ever. Anyway, I collapsed into unconsciousness.

When I came to it felt like I had a fixed smile on my face, my jaws ached as did the hole of my body, or should I say the holes in my body. Cathy rested my head in her lap. She looked really worried, she had never seen this happen to me before but Pete had told her that I would be fine. 

I opened my eyes to see all the guys sitting around me. I looked at Pete and said, "Don't tell me. Bills idea."

"No it wasn't. Well not just me." Bill said with a laugh.

"Actually it sort of started with the vibe and then just grew from there. We all had some input and Ray went into town to get the vibes this morning."

I sat up to take the coffee that Ray offered, "Well give me a month to recover and we can try it again." I said with a smirk

They all laughed. Pete said, "You're just too much. You know that? Who would believe that it has been less than two months since we forced you to take your dress off. You are a very different person. A fuckin hell of a lot more fun too."

"Shit is that all it's been. Your bloody fats workers you lot. To build my house took you lot six months. To turn a vicar's wife into a fuck slut only took two, you horny fuckers." 

Again huge laughter followed by lots of crude jokes. Then we heard a car pull up outside. We had lost track of time but I knew it was Graham. Suddenly five naked men jumped up in panic. "Sit down." I ordered. They looked at me. "Sit down, don't worry about him, and relax." This time they did as I told them, doing their best to look relaxed. They looked so comical.

Graham walked through the house and as he saw us all outside turned to walk away. "Come here wimp." Graham stopped and slowly turned around. I beckoned him with my finger until he was only a few feet away from me. "Cathy and I have just been well and truly fucked by these wonderful me, using an array of toys and there huge cocks they have more than satisfied my cunt requirements for the day. Pete why don't you introduce the rest of you cunt hungry crew."

"Err, yes ok." He rambled off their names as he pointed to them but Graham did not seem to hear anything.

"Don't you have something to say them Graham, they have given me immense pleasure today."

"err...errm. Yes, err. I would like to errr....thank you gentleman for giving my errr....wife..."

"Tut tut wimp what did I say to you this morning. Address me correctly."

Bowing his head, he continued. "err...yes my apologies. Thank you gentlemen for giving my....Mistress such pleasure today."

"And....?" I said. He looked at me strangely. "What about another day?"

"Ohh yes Mistress, my apologies. Yes gentleman, please feel free to pleasure my, Mistress, as and when she requires. Will that be all Mistress?"

"Yes wimp I will call you for dinner. Oh by the way you will be moving into the annex when it is completed."

"Yes Mistress, as you wish." and then he walked off to his room.

To begin with, none of the guy's could believe it, they all seemed dumbstruck. Finally, as ever. It was Bill who broke the silence. What a fuckin prick. I would fucking kill us if it was me." The stupidity of that statement again brought about laughter.

I have to get cleaned up and you lot have to piss off home. Cathy helped me get up and naked I walked to the bathroom. Cathy stood at the door as I turned on the steaming water and just sat on the floor allowing it to wash over me. A moment later a squeaky voice said, "Can I have a moment please Mistress, in private."

I suppose he deserved that much at least. His life had been turned upside down even more than mine. I nodded to Cathy who moved away and let Graham step into the bathroom and close the door. "Do I have your permission to speak openly Mistress, as husband to wife for one last time?"

I was a bit dubious but I was in a good mood after my glorious fucking so agreed. "Thank you Dawn. I need to say some things as your husband so that you know that I have never felt so....at home I suppose. Like I have found my place in life. I feel honoured that you have decided to stay with me, for the meantime at least. I am honoured that you allow me to be your servant, your doormat if you so wish and to treat me in any way you see fit. And of course, punish me in any way you see fit, or of course Miss Cathy as well, if you so wish."

To say I was surprised would have been a bloody understatement. I knew he enjoyed watching me get fucked or even just knowing that I had been fucked to but to find out that it was not just sex, but a lifestyle he craved. Was a total shock. "Thank you Graham." What else could I say? He turned round and with his head bowed left me to soak up the water and what he had said. He meant every word I had no doubt. He asked to speak to me for 'one last time' as husband to wife. He was a slave. A wimp slave. He wanted to give even more than I had already taken. After a moment, I thought 'Oh isn't life wonderful'

When Cathy came back, I told her what Graham had said. She was as shocked as me. "See what you can find out while I am away. See how far he will go to serve you. He accepts that you are my equal and has stated that he will serve you as well so see how far you can push it. See if he will take punishment but do not go too far ok. Not yet, leave that to me."

"Well ok if you say so. Could be interesting. Anyway if you get going soon you're going to arrive late for the bishop."

"Yes your right." I jumped up and finished my shower and half an hour later was waving good-bye to Cathy. I was going to miss her. It would be the first time we were apart since I met her ooh all of a week ago.

The drive to the bishops was pretty uneventful and arrived only five minutes late thanks to a heavy accelerator foot. God that car could move, I loved it.

As soon as I arrived, I was shown to the bishop's quarters. He was sitting in his huge chair. He held his hand out to me and took it bowed to kiss the ring on his finger. "Don't be silly girl, come here." He pulled me onto his lap and I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "I have missed you." he said

"Bishop!" I exclaimed, "What is this growing beneath me. I will have to investigate." I slid to the floor in front of him and as I did, a bulge appeared in his loose fitting trousers. "I think I will have to delve even deeper bishop." I undid his fly and pulled out his erection. Pretending to study it closely I let my hot breath run over the head then slowly took it ingot my mouth. The bishop was over weight, not at all attractive and much older than I was, but I had to admit that I liked him. I knew I would favour him with any and every part of my body whenever he wished. It did not take long before he shot his spunk into my mouth, I looked up at him and smiled as I sucked every last drop form him. "I think we have found the cause bishop and hopefully the medication won't work too well." I said as I zipped him up.

"Come here you silly girl." I got back onto his lap and waited for him to speak. "You have changed a great deal since first we met. "He said, playing his hands over my breast. "I have a feeling that your original project may now seem a little boring to you. Would I be right? Be honest."




Holy Orders Ch. 04



"I don't think I would have the same enthusiasm for it that I once had."

He jerked up almost throwing me to the floor. "Good." He walked over to a bell pull and tugged on it once then sat back down and pulled me back onto his lap. Instantly he undid the buttons of my top and pulled my bra up, displaying my tits. As a priest walked in the bishop was playing with my nipple. I mad no attempt to cover up and he neither did he. I knew he enjoyed teasing his close advisors, all of whom knew about me and most had even tried me out on my first visit here.

This one carried a pile of papers and two packages; I thought he was going to drop them when he saw what the bishop was doing. Instead he walked over to a large table in the middle of the room and turning to the bishop said, "Will there be anything else bishop?"

"No thank you James, let me know when dinner is served and put Dawn next to me so I can play with her pussy while we eat."

I tried so hard not to laugh but it got the better of me and as James closed the door, I slapped the bishop's hand and said, "Your cheeky you are, now he will tell all of them that you will be playing with me while we eat."

He laughed, "Yes I know dear, won't it be a laugh, and they will all know what I am doing and yet have to make polite conversation with those that don't. Come I have something to show you." Again, he jumped up and nearly plonked me on the floor. He was very excited as he walked over to the table.

Taking something from the table he said, "Firstly. Do you recognise this place?" He handed me a photo of a huge house."

"No. Should I?"

"How about this then?" In addition, he handed me another photo.

"Oh yes I know this one. It's where you sent Sister Margret and Sister Mary to set up the office."

"Correct. Well here it is on the big photo." He pointed to what looked like a stables to one side of the huge house.

"Ok." I said. I was still a little confused as to what it had to do with me.

"Now then my dear sit down I have a proposition to put to you." He pulled out a chair for me to sit on. "Now as you have already said your old project would probably be a bit boring for you now that you, shall we say, have awakened. True?"

"Yes I have already said so."

"Well as you know my dear the church doe's not own any property and we don't have any money. We have to live like paupers you know, very sad as you can see." With this last bit, he spread his arms wide, and then continued, "What I would like you to do is to take charge of all the properties that we don't own. Top administer them and take care of there up keep. You will need to start a property management company but that is already in the pipeline. What do you say, would you be interested?"

Not for the first time that day, I was dumbstruck, "But I don't know anything about property management."

Do not be silly my dear. Women are the best property managers in the world, if your tap leaks what do you do?" He asked

I looked at him, "Call a plumber of course."

"There you are. Property management. You're a natural. A man would have said try to fix it see, and then when it had all gone wrong told you to call a plumber. True?"

I burst out laughing. The silly thing was he was right. A man would do that. "But that's not all there is to it surely?"

"Not all but more or less." He said more seriously, "We have rents to collect, property to develop and upkeep. Both here and abroad. Nothing that you cannot handle my dear. At the moment, everything is a mess and handled by several different agencies all of whom take a percentage of the income. I want you to group it all together under one roof, one agency. We don't have any money of course so I can only offer you around £100,000 a year plus commission for your work, plus a staffing allowance from the annual income of say, well lets make it 25% and cover overheads as well. If it's not enough we can look at it in a year. What do you say?"

I could not believe what he was offering me, "I....I would love to. If you really think I can do it. But what about Cathy and the Sisters, what will happen to them."

"Oh don't worry my dear, you will still be doing the work for the Order and you will still need a staff to run things for you, none of that has changed. What has changed though is this." He pointed at one wing of the huge house. "This wing is where the M & M's, as we call the Sisters, are setting up your office and there home. The wing I think you should move into which will allow you to use the rest for entertaining guests of the Order. The house comes with considerable parklands and ooo I do not know how many bedrooms. However, it will be your first acquisition from the Order, It has been fully refurbished and it will cost the princely sum of one pound. Do we have a deal?"

"You have to be kidding me. Of course we have a deal. But what about Graham?"

"What about him? He is a wimp. Your way too good for him."

"Yes he is a wimp. However, he is my wimp. He is also my servant. Like you said a lot has changed since last we met, and I couldn't desert him."

"As you wish my dear. The house has a chapel but I will see if we can't get him a local church to attend."

"Then we have an agreement bishop and I thank you with all my heart."

"Good. I knew you would agree so, this is your laptop and this is your new mobile phone. I have sent the same to your home for your PA to use and she will receive it tomorrow. Her number is already in this phone and they are both on rental to your new company, which is called, 'Riders Property Management. The 'I' of course being a number one, just like your car. Do you like it by the way?"

Before I could answer there was a knock on the door and James walked in, "Dinner is ready bishop."

"Thank you James we will be down as soon as Dawn has removed her knickers."

My mouth again dropped to the floor and James left with a huge smile on his face, whether at the look on my face or what the bishop said I was not sure. But of course I removed my knickers and gave them to the bishop who sniffed them and put them in his pocket.

I smiled as James showed me to my seat, the bishop of course was on my left while James, had taken the seat on my right. The next hour or so was spent with me spreading my legs for them both to play with me while keeping a straight face and the bishop giving me the details of my new post.

It seemed that all the information was currently being collated and would be put on the computer mainframe for me to download when all was ready. It also turned out that the bishop wanted me to go and visit a farmer in Yorkshire who had agreed to sell his farm to the church and then rent it back. The farmer had three sons who it seemed all agreed to the sale but after several letters, the agreement was not yet signed. As the surrounding farms and moors were currently owned by, my new company, I should go and visit the farmer and, 'Do everything necessary' to get the agreement signed. The bishop made it quite plain what he meant by 'everything'. The farmer was expecting me, all he knew was I was a vicars wife who helped in the bishops office. The cottage in the adjoining property would be ready for me to use if I needed it. I was to leave the following day.

After dinner the bishop and I walked through the gardens for a while just talking about my new post and things in general, including what I had been doing since last we met. He laughed when I told him what happened at the convent.

"Yes she told me how well you took to her training and how much you seemed to enjoy it. You are quite unique you know. You have the neck to accept and blend into almost any situation and then make the most of it, even enjoy it if you can. That is very rare in a person let alone a woman, especially a vicar's wife."

"I think we can both agree that I was never really cut out to be a vicar's wife. Nevertheless, yes you are right I do seem to blend into the situation that is set at any particular moment. I don't know why."

"Don't question it my dear, just make use of it, and if you can, enjoy it. Now, my previous problem seems to raising its head again. Shall we retire?"

After what he had been doing at dinner I was surprised he had waited so long, "As you wish bishop. I do feel a new remedy coming on." I laughed.

That night I made love to the bishop, and then I made love to the man. I did it for him not getting any real relief for myself, but then I did not expect any. I pleasured him as best I could and I am certain I cured his problem, if only for a short while. I fell asleep in his arms.

I was woken by James pulling the huge curtains open and flooding the room with sunlight. "The bishop is waiting for you in his bath Miss."

"Thank you James." I said getting out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. James made the most of the opportunity to touch my breasts and even though I was still half-asleep, I ran my hand over his erection, bringing a smile to his face.

As I entered the bathroom the bishop smiled, "Good morning my dear, come, join me."

Last time I had been here, I had the bath to myself. It was old and it was more than big enough to accommodate the bishop and myself. I slid in beside him and snuggled up close. "Don't worry my dear, my ailment is more than cured for the time being, I just like to have you close. You make me feel young again." I did not say anything just lay close to this man who at times seemed very lonely.

A short time later James walked in and said that breakfast would arrive in ten minutes. "Back to reality my dear." The bishop said, standing up to take the towel that James offered him. 

Before he left I got out as well and as James handed me a towel I said, "Poor James seems to have the same problem as you bishop."

"Well my dear you give your cures to whoever you choose, or not as the case may be."

Now James must have been sixty if he was a day but I could see his erection quite plainly through his loose cassock. "That's true bishop." I said. Then quietly added, "Or let someone take the cure when they can." With that, I bent down to dry my feet. 

Why is it that when you have a bath your pussy just dries up. Poor James had to prod at my hole a couple of times before he could get his erection in properly. Once it was in though he fucked like a rampant dog on heat, even if it was only for three minutes. As he shot his load he gasped, "Oh thank you Miss, than you so much." 

As his limp cock slid out I turned and touched his cheek, "My pleasure James, really." I kissed him lightly and then stepped back in the bath to wash away his come. 

He waited for me to get out and then wrapped a towel round me. "If there is ever anything I can do for you Miss you let me know." He said and then, embarrassed, left me to dry myself. It had not been my intention to get him onside but it was always useful to have someone close to the bishop on my side, just in case. I decided to treat James 'to the cure' whenever I could.

Over breakfast, the bishop told me that all the software I needed was installed on the laptop but that it was mine to do with as I pleased. We chatted in general and it was agreed that I would call the bishop once a week to give a progress report. He in turn would hold back with the work from the Order for a month. "Any longer will be difficult as your sexual prowess has already got out my dear and I have a queue forming for you services both here and abroad. Which is why this new post is so much better suited to our purpose don't you think?"

"Well yes bishop. I can check out or villa in Spain and fuck the local priest at the same time can't I." I tried desperately to keep a straight face but the look of confusion on the bishop's face just broke me up. As I burst out laughing he nearly choked on his toast.

"My dear you always brighten up my day." He said as he recovered from his choking fit. "You are indeed one in a million. Bless you child."

Even this I found funny, he asked why I laughed at his blessing, "Bishop. Here I am sitting almost naked at your breakfast table after having spent the night in your bed and with my body on full view to you and anyone else. What do you do? You bless me."

Laughing he said, "Yes I see what you mean. Hardly apt but well meant I assure you my dear."

I got up and kissed him on the cheek, "I never doubted it, your Grace."

More laughter as I walked into the bedroom to get dressed. An hour later, I was on my way to Yorkshire, Still laughing inside. I had to admit that I actually enjoyed visiting with the bishop. It seemed to relax me for some reason

I stopped at a motorway café after an hour and using my new mobile rang Cathy. "Hello."

"Cathy its Dawn."

"Oh hi babe. This has just arrived and was wondering what I had to do with it," She laughed.

"Well it's yours and so is the laptop I will explain everything when I get back. In the meantime, you need to start packing. Just personal things do not worry about the house stuff and tell Graham to do the same. We are moving. I will call you later on I am on my way to Yorkshire to see a farmer. Take care. Miss you."

"Bye. Take care" Cathy said.

I carried on with my journey and some while later found me driving through open countryside. High hills and mist covered moors. Unmistakably Yorkshire. Half an hour later, I pulled into a farmyard and parked the car. The place seemed a little run down but if the bishop was buying it then he must know what he was doing. I knocked on the door and a second later it was flung open by a burley man whose face said he was a hundred but whose body said more like sixty.

"What you want then?"

Putting on my best vicars wife's voice I replied, "Mr Mason? I am Dawn Evesham. The bishop asked me to call on you." "Oh did he now. Yes I recall a letter saying something about a caller."

"Who is it dah?" A voice called from the gloom.

"Some posh lookin tart from that fuckin bishop. You better come in miss."

I flushed at the tart comment, but knew it was I had taken the vicars wife role on. It seemed natural for me to like the bishop had said, this was what was needed and this is what I now was. I stepped into the gloomy farmhouse to almost bump into another huge body. This one had the looks of the older man but was younger and obviously a lot fitter. He thrust his hand out and said, "I'm Ben take no notice of dah he ain't got no manners. And anyway he don't like women, specially posh ones."

"What she after Ben, tell her to fuck off."

"Dah, behave. Ignore him we do."

"Yes well maybe I should come back tomorrow when he may be in better mood." "He's in a good mood right now so no point in you going anywhere. Dan and Henry will be here soon. Can I make you a cuppa while you wait?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

Dah had wondered off somewhere and Ben made the tea in silence. It remained uncomfortably silent until once again the door came crashing open and two more burly men stood framed in the opening. These two were identical to Ben, they had to be triplets they looked so alike.

"Who the fuck are you then?" One of them asked as he stepped into the farmhouse.

"What she doing here Ben." Said the third, obviously lacking the intelligence and confidence of the first two.

"She be here from the bishop," Ben said

The two were stood right in front of me and even though I was wearing my wifey clothes I could fee them leering at me. It made me feel dirty. "Maybe I should come back tomorrow." I said standing up.

All the men towered over me and the one closest stepped forward. I could smell the odour of his work and his sweat on him. "You sit down there." He said leaning over me, the movement making me flop down in the.

"What's the tart doing here Henry, nice tits."

"Bishop sent her dah. Vicars wife if I remember rightly." This last he said to me

"Yes, yes my husband is a vicar. I am just helping the bishop out as I was travelling up here anyway."

"Yeah you could help me out darlin." Dan said grabbing his crotch. Dan shut your fuckin gob and get dinner. We got a guest. Now miss...

Dawn, her names Dawn so mink." Ben said

....Dawn. What does the bishop want then?" Henry asked pulling a seat close up to mine.

"He....err, wanted to know if you were ready to sign the forms." I mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at this monster of a man. Suddenly I felt a hand on my head. I went to pull away but the hand gripped a handful of hair, stopping me from moving.

"Soft hair." I recognised the old man's voice, "Reckon her cunny's got soft hair?"

"Please you're hurting me." I said. He released his grip, "I think I better leave. Maybe come back tomorrow."

"Stay there. We got business to discuss ain't we?"

"Well yes, but I haven't checked my accommodation yet. I only stopped by to introduce myself."

"No worry then you can stay here can't she dah'" Ben said with a gleeful smile.

"Dan, get my bath ready while me and missy chat about the bishop." Henry said.

In the gloom of the farmhouse, I couldn't see a bathroom but I could hear water running. The thought of staying here for the night terrified me. I would have to try and get out of it some how, and the only way I could think of was to complete my business as soon a possible. "The bishop said he sent you the paperwork some time ago." I said

"What paperwork is that then?" Henry asked. 

Trying hard not to show my frustration, I said that I had copies in the car. However, Henry just laughed.

"Dah get them papers from the bishop. Bring them here when you find em."

"Get em your fuckin self."

"Baths ready Henry." Dan said.

Standing up Henry said, "Excuse me while I get my bath I won't be long." 

He moved off into the gloom, suddenly a light came on flooding the whole with brilliance. Henry was at the other end of the room standing next to a tin bath that was being filled via a hose from the sink. I could not believe what he was doing. He was stripping right in front of me. He stared at me as he took off his shirt and then undid the piece of rope that held his trousers up.

"I think I should leave. I will come back tomorrow." I went to stand up but huge hands landed on my shoulders and pushed me down, 

"You can't go yet. You got business to discuss with our Henry." Dan said. Henry dropped his trousers and displayed an enormous cock, and it was only semi hard. I turned away and closed my eyes. "Please. How could you? Let me wait in another room or in my car."

"You can wait in my bedroom if you like girly, ooh yeah I keep you company I will." the elder again, now rubbing himself against the back of my chair. He smelt foul.

"Ben, Bath" Henry said completely ignoring me. Then you Dan and get the clothes in there when you finished. Now then missy. Where were we?"

He walked over to me, stark naked. His huge semi erect cock only inches from my face. I kept my eyes closed but I could not help but peek, just for a second. "Please let me go. I need to call my husband to let him know I arrived ok."

"I doubt that missy. That cottage ain't got no phone. Now then, what is so important about these papers that his lordship would send a vicars wife to sort them out. Been married long then."

The completely disjointed way these people spoke just kept catching me off guard. "Five years. If you don't want to sign just say so and I will leave."

"Good in bed is he. The papers are already signed somewhere. I think."

"Wha....No, I think I have to leave now. My private life has nothing to do with you or why I am here."

"So he's not good in bed then. Shame with a body like that I reckon you need fuckin regular like."

"I'm leaving." I said. Getting up without opening my eyes was a stupid thing to do. Henry was standing right in front of me and as I rose, I banged my head into his chest and dropped to my knees. The shock of course made me open my eyes. An inch from my face was his monster cock, still only semi hard but I could not take my eyes off it. It was like one of those hunting films where you keep your eyes on the tiger as you step back, except I could not step back.




Holy Orders Ch. 05



WARNING

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGOUS CHARACTERS .

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I arrived home after my week at the farm exhausted. It didn't seem to matter how much sex we had the guys, and even dah, just never got tired. They put it down to a receptive woman, I think it had more to do with the clean air. I told Cathy all about it and the new post that I had been offered, including the new house. Cathy was dumbstruck, she loved the idea and the house but was concerned about Graham which was why we were waiting in the kitchen for him to come down from his room. 

"Sit down Graham." I said, as he walked in, "Cathy tells me you have done well while I have been away."

He bowed his head and with his hands clasped said, "Thank you Mistress, Thank you Miss Cathy."

"Now then, the bishop has made me an offer that I have accepted. It is a new post which doesn't concern you. What does concern you is we will be moving. The new house has a chapel and, if you decide to move with us, the bishop will find you a local church to administer to if you wish. We will be moving this week as there is a lot of organising to do. Do you wish to move with us or would you prefer to stay here?"

Graham raised his eyebrows slightly, "My place is with you Mistress. If you want me." He said with a hurt look in his eyes.

"You don't have to move with us. I will not divorce you Graham. You have the choice. Once made it will be final. Do you want to move with us and do you want a new church or will you be happy with the chapel?"

"I could not envisage life without you Mistress. I will move with you if you would take me. As for the new church, if I have more time I could take care of your needs much better, cook and maybe clean for you if you wished it. The chapel would be enough for my own needs and maybe those of some of your future guests."

"So you wish to become my housekeeper then." I said, a little surprised at Grahams inference.

"It would please me to serve you in anyway that I can. You and Miss Cathy will be busy with your work. It seems only right that I take care of your other needs as best I can Mistress."

"That's settled then. Pack what you need to take with you. We will not be coming back here once we have left. We will see to your domestication once we have settled in."

"Yes Mistress. As you say." Graham stood with a smile on his face. Dawn couldn't believe that such a small thing could make him so, apparently happy. He wished to serve, so be it. He will serve.

A week later we had moved into the new house. It was huge, grand and the gardens were exquisite. Bordered on two sides by woods and the other two by open fields. There was a huge lake in the gardens with fish in it. The garden around the house itself gave complete privacy. A large gated entrance meant the privacy was assured. The house had a sophisticated alarm system with CCTV cameras connected to what was once the lodge which was situated at the entrance. A full time security team lived in the lodge but knew that they had to stay away from the house unless invited. Of course I had made it a point of introducing myself to the team which consisted of 3 male and a female officer who worked a rota system so that there were always two on duty.

"Dawn, the bishop is on the phone." Cathy said.

I took the phone from her hand, "Morning bishop. How are you today?."

"I'm very well my dear. How is your new home? Are you ready for work yet?"

"It's wonderful bishop and you know I am always ready to work. What can I do for you?"

I listened to what the bishop had to say and then, "No problem I will start straight away. Bye." and I hung up.

Cathy looked at me, her head tilted slightly with a smile on her face. "Sooo?"

I laughed, "I have to go and seduce a vicar, a married vicar at that."

"Wha....? Why?" Cathy asked, as stunned as I was.

"It appears that he has stumbled across information that belongs to the Order and he is demanding a price for it's return."

"What price, no wait don't tell me I don't want to know anymore than necessary. When do you leave and what pretext are you going to use to inveigle yourself into his bed, or should I say onto his cock." She laughed.

"Apparently there are several properties close by that I need to inspect. The rest we will have to see how it goes'. He has a bit of a reputation with his hands it seems though nothing has ever been proven. I leave tomorrow, first thing. He is expecting me, a sweet little innocent vicars wife, to arrive about lunch time."

Since we had moved Graham had taken over the housework and cooking so when I got up the following morning breakfast was ready for me. I explained that I would be away for a week or so and he just nodded. I handed him an envelope that I had received the previous day and he looked at me before opening it. Inside was a letter confirming his place in cookery school. He would attend four days a week.

"Oh thank you Mistress, thank you so much." He said almost in tears.

"If we are to hold functions here then I am going to need a chef, not a cook so I thought it would be a good idea if you learnt to cook properly." I said.

"Yes Mistress. I wont let you down."

"Good."

An hour later I was on my way. It wasn't a long journey so I arrived in good time for lunch. I knocked on the door to the vicarage and a moment later the door opened. "Good morning I'm Dawn Evesham I believe your expecting me." I was now, once again, the insecure vicars wife. I thought it better to be the wife as opposed to the businesswoman till I had a better feel of things.

"Oh hi, I'm Brenda do come in."

Brenda was in her late forties, rotund would be a polite way to describe her. A typical long standing bossy vicars wife. Used to controlling people, that was obvious. I stepped through the door and saw a man sitting in the kitchen. "Henry, take Mrs Evesham's bags to her room. I will show you around after a cup of tea. I'm sure your parched."

I handed my car keys to Henry who smiled as he looked me up and down. I showed my embarrassment by wringing my hands together and looking at the floor. I followed Brenda into the kitchen and listened to her incessant chatter as she made the tea. Finally she put a cup down in front of me and said, "So you're here to look at church properties then. Interesting work is it?"

"Yes I am. Well I don't know really this is my first time, I can't think why the bishop asked me except I used to work for an estate agent but nothing technical or anything." I answered timidly.

"Well I'm sure the bishop knows what he's doing, and anyway what's to see. If it has a roof then that's fine." She laughed.

Henry came in a moment later, "All done dear. I put them on the bed for you Mrs Evesham."

"Please call me Dawn." Again I said it timidly and rocked my head and wrung my hands in embarrassment.

"Dawn it is then. Henry stop fussing around and leave us to talk."

"Yes dear." Henry said, looking at my legs as he passed from the room.

For nearly two days it was like that and I was beginning to wonder what I needed to do to get Henry to make some kind of move. He looked, and made it very plain at times that he did, but he never touched me or even looked like he would. I spent the days looking at properties but it was fairly straight forward and I was usually back by early afternoon. On the afternoon of the second day the phone rang. Brenda answered it and as soon as she put the phone down she called Henry into the kitchen.

"The bishop has asked me to go to up and help sort out his office staff. Apparently he has heard a lot about my organisational skills and says he is in need of my expertise. I will be away for some time. Dawn I am sorry to do this but, the bishop, I'm sure you understand. Will you be alright with the meals or should I find some help?"

"No I will be fine. I understand." I said, and at that point my mobile rang. It was the bishop.

"Can you talk freely my dear?" The bishop asked.

"Yes." I replied, as I walked to my room.

"Good. I have asked, no, commanded, your hostess to visit with me for a while. I thought it may make life a little easier for you."

"Yes it will. I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get the job done with her here all the time."

"No progress then?" the bishop asked.

"Well he is certainly interested but with Brenda here he has tried nothing. Now things will change I am sure."

"Good. Let me know how things go and get as dirty as you can my dear, we need him well and truly wrapped up."

"Bishop, what are you saying?" I laughed.

"You know full well. I will see you soon." He hung up and I silently thanked him for his help.

An hour later and Brenda was in her car saying her farewells to Henry. Of course she gave him a whole load of instructions as well but then she was gone. Thankfully. Her constant chatter had been driving me nuts.

The change in Henry was almost instant. Suddenly he became the concerned vicar. Talking in a quiet but authoritarian manner to this defenceless vicars wife. "Could you possibly make me a cup of tea my dear, I'm parched."

"Yes Henry. Of course." I said timidly. I walked into the kitchen with Henry following closely behind me. His eyes followed me constantly as I made the tea and as he drank his I prepared dinner. Then I sat at the kitchen table and sipped at my tea while he openly looked me up and down. Luckily the phone rang at that point and he answered it in his study. A moment later he said that he had to go out but would be back for seven and asked if I could hold dinner till then. I agreed and spent the rest of the afternoon making plans.

When he returned he seemed in good spirits but gave no reason as to why. I served dinner in the dinning room as usual and opened a bottle of wine which it seemed was something they did every evening. Halfway through the meal he topped up my glass.

"No I mustn't, I don't drink very often." I said.

"Well your in safe company my dear never fear. Does your husband not drink wine then?"

"Graham is teetotal I'm afraid."

"And your not I take it."

"I support my husbands decision if that's what you mean." I could see where this was going and played along with it, sipping my wine a little faster as though I was getting agitated.

"So what about before you met your husband? Did you drink then? At college for example."

"That was different. I didn't know any better." Another drink of my wine. He topped up my glass.

"So you did drink then, with your friends."

"I think I better wash up." I said getting up. As I went to take my wine glass he grabbed it and said.

"I will take this in the other room for you. Don't be long. I would like to hear more about your youth. Does your husband know you like a drink."

"I didn't say that I just...."

"Don't be long I will wait for you in the living room." And totally ignoring what I was saying left the room.

I smiled to myself but remembered that I was the innocent wife of a vicar and I was going to play this to the end. I washed up the dishes and joined Henry in the lounge. He handed me my glass which he had topped up yet again. "So, does he know you like a drink." he said.

"It's not like that."

"No but I get the feeling it was. And what else did you get up to at college then, men maybe."

Shocked I blushed, "No. Never. I was a .... No. No men."

"So a virgin bride then. That's unusual these days even for a vicars wife. Most vicars have taken their wife's cherry before the alter these days. Why didn't you."

"Please Henry this is private."

"I'm sorry my dear. I didn't mean to offend I just get the feeling that you need to talk to someone. You seem to be a very lonely woman if I may say so. You don't get to talk to people stuck out in the wilds do you."

"No not really, it can be lonely at times. No real friends to.... Well, say things to, private things, feelings and such."

As Henry had taken the chair I had sat on the settee, now feeling that he had hit a weakness he sat next to me. Putting his arm round my shoulder he said, "Never mind my dear. I did not mean to upset you, it's just that in my job, as you well know you get a sense for these things. If you want to talk I am a good listener, really. Life as a vicars wife can be hard at times, all those expectations. Always having to seem squeaky clean, never being able to show your true feelings or desires."

"Yes" I said, "It can all seem so much worse when your on your own. So much more...." I left the end hanging there and lowered my head.

"Go on my dear. Feel free to say whatever you need to, it's between you and me and will never go any further."

"I just.... Oh I don't know. Things just pop into my mind now and then, seemingly more often these days. Those builders were just....so....crude and dirty."

"I always thought that contractors for the church were very good and understanding. If they got out of control you should tell me what they did and I will pass it on to the bishops office. Tell me my dear was it crudities or did they touch you at all."

I flushed at the memory of what they did but I wasn't about to tell this man about that. "They....brushed against me and made....remarks about me. Personal remarks and how Graham didn't look like he could satisfy....well I'm sure you have some idea."

"And how did it make you feel when they brushed past you like that?"

I gulped my wine and he refilled the glass, "Dirty somehow, yet....it's a sin to even think about it. I cant tell you, I mustn't"

"Tell me my dear. You know it will make you fell better to tell someone. Get it off your chest, come on now you have gone this far you may as well continue."

"Ohhh, I suppose your right. It's in the open now and it does help bring clarity in some way. It wasn't like I wanted them to touch me. They just did and I was shocked and horrified but I couldn't stop them they were too big and to many. Once they started I couldn't stop them. Could I? I was alone with them for two weeks."

"So where did they touch you my dear. Tell me everything."

"They touched me....everywhere. They laughed when I threatened to tell Graham. In the end I started making excuses to be out of the house all day but I just kept coming back and I know it was a sin but it made me feel.....wanted I suppose."

"Do you mean wanted or do you mean that you were turned on, sexually I mean."

I looked at Henry, shock written all over my face. "No. No I couldn't have been, could I. Oh god I feel so dirty. Please say It wasn't that please."

"I think maybe that is enough for tonight my dear. You go to bed and we will continue this tomorrow when you have calmed down."

I was a little surprised at him sending me to bed but, I was expecting him to pounce on me and try to fuck me but he was obviously playing it cool. I think he wanted more than a quick grope and a sly fuck. We would see what happened the following day.

The following morning I got up, put on my dressing gown and made my way to the kitchen to cook breakfast. It wasn't how I normally dressed for breakfast but Brenda always did and then got showered and dressed once the meal was over.

Henry came down soon after and as he walked in the kitchen he said, "Now that's a much more pleasant site than usual."

The dressing gown was one of those with the tie belt around the waist and it had come slightly open. I pulled it together, "Sorry, I know Brenda usually showered after cooking so that she wouldn't smell of cooking all day so I though this would be alright. I'll go and get dressed."

"Don't be silly. You carry on. I'll have a cup of tea if it's made."

"Yes of course." I said rushing to pour his tea and set it on the table. He didn't thank me, he just sat watching me and sipping at his tea.

We finished breakfast in silence which surprised me and made me decidedly edgy. I hated not knowing what was going on but decided that I would have to be patient. I didn't have to wait long. As I was standing at the sink washing up he came up behind me to put his cup in the sink. "So, when you say that the builders rubbed themselves against you was it something like this." He proceeded to push his groin into my behind.

"Henry! Please don't."

"Tell me Dawn is that what they did?" he said pushing against me again

"Yyy....yes." I stammered, "Sometimes like that, please don't, it reminds me of them and how I....felt."

He didn't stop. Instead he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "And how did it make you feel Dawn, having a lusty builder rubbing his crotch against your behind. Tell me." his hands were running over my buttocks now.

I turned round sharply to face him. Now his crotch was rubbing against my stomach, "No I cant. Please step back your scaring me like they did."

"We have to bring this out Dawn. You have to get things off your chest and you wont do that until you admit how you felt, the feelings that went through you at the time."

I pushed him away, but not too hard of course, "No I can't please don't make me."

"Tell me. Now. Release it before it eats you up do it Dawn. Now." I could here the lust in his voice as his eyes ran over my covered body.

"Alright." I screamed, "It made me....lust....after them. There, now I have said it." I pushed past him and ran upstairs to get away from him. Tears running down my cheeks. I was amazed how easy it was to cry on demand, but then I seemed to find all this role playing so easy.

Henry followed me upstairs. When he walked into my bedroom without knocking, as I knew he would, I was lying on my bed face down crying like a child. He sat on the bed and pulled me to a sitting position. He put his arm around me and pulled my head to his shoulder, running his hand over my face, "There there. Don't cry. You know it had to come out in the end. You have let those foul men change you and you haven't even realised it have you?"

I wiped my eyes with my hand and said, "I don't know what you mean. I fought those wicked feelings all the time. I would never allow them to control me in any way."

"No" Henry said standing up. "Come here my dear. He held out his hand to me and when I took it he pulled me upright.

"You have tried to control it my dear but you have given in to the sin of lust." With that he took hold of the dressing gown and pulled it off my shoulders to my waist. I put up a tentative struggle trying to hide my body but knew that it was useless. Henry took my hands and held them to my side. "What are you wearing my dear, here in my house."

I was wearing a very short almost transparent nightdress that did nothing at all to hide my body. I had no underwear on so he could clearly see everything, I put my hands to my face in shame. "And that's not all is it." He said as he moved over to the chest of drawers where I had put my clothes. He opened the top drawer and pulled out my sexy undies. "A whores accoutrements."

I fell to my knees and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't even realise I was doing it. What can I do. Tell me please."

"We will put these items in a bag and after we have searched our souls for redemption we will burn them and pray to god for forgiveness. Now put all of them into your case. They are not to be taken out again till I tell you."

"But I will have no underclothes to wear. Or anything at night in bed."

"Would you rather wear the attire of a whore or come to be cleansed in front of god."

"No, no I wish to be cleansed. Please forgive me."

I slowly put all the underwear into the case and my spare nightdress as well. As I went to close the lid Henry said, "And the one you have on my dear."

"But...."

"Let us start your journey back to Christ from nothing. Put the last vestige of whoredom into the case and then we can go and wash away your sin in the shower. You can dress and we will spend the day in contemplation."




Holy Orders Ch. 05



I dropped the nightdress to the floor and as I bent to pick it up I could clearly see that Henry had an erection. I knew full well what path he was on, more erection than resurrection. I dropped the last item into the case and closed the lid. Covering my body as best I could I turned around to face him.

"Hands at your side my dear. Hold your head up, be proud as you walk the path of Christ." Slowly I put my hands to my sides and raised my head. "Into the shower now where I will wash away the outward signs of your lustful sin."

I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I stepped in Henry put his hand on my bottom to assist me. Once I was under the water Henry took the liquid soap and as he mumbled a prayer he washed my entire body. Starting at my shoulders he quickly moved to my ample breasts, spending a great deal of time soaping them before he moved down to my stomach and then between my legs. He pushed my legs apart so that he could better wash me. "Is this where the sin feels strongest whore?"

"Yes. It tingled and was....wet. Oh shame. Cleanse my sin Henry"

And Henry did cleanse me. Almost to the point of orgasm. His breathing was ragged as he pushed his fingers into my pussy, brushing my clit. I doubted that this idiot had the faintest idea how to pleasure a woman. His brushing of my clit was purely by accident as he tried to force more and more of his fingers into me. "Am I cleansed now Henry. Am I clean enough." I said, finally bored with his pathetic tampering.

"Er, yes you may step out now and get dried. I will find something suitable for you to wear."

What he found was a shirt. Not long enough to hide anything and with half the buttons missing. As I put the shirt on in the bedroom Henry came right up behind me and pulled me to him. "Tell me my dear what did they say to you while they rubbed there manhood against you." As he said it he started rubbing himself against me once again. I pushed back on him to stop myself from falling forward.

"They said awful things Henry. While they touched me they would say what they wanted to do to my.... breasts and ....down there. And what they would make me do to them. It was horrible."

"Tell me Dawn. Use the words, let it all out. What did they say you could do to them Dawn. Tell me."

"Oh Henry. It's so awful. They said.....they said....I could get on my knees and suck their....cock Henry, I could get on my knees and suck their cocks." They laughed at me Henry."

"You poor girl. You have had dreams since then haven't you?"

"Oh Henry, how did you know. I cant stop thinking about it Henry. It's true I am a sinner, a whore Henry how can I make it stop? How?"

"Oh you poor thing. But you know what you must do my dear. You must exorcise these evil thoughts. You must enact them to rid them from your mind."

"But Henry, how. How can I do these things they are gone now."

"We must use what, and who God has given you for the purpose Dawn."

"Oh no Henry I couldn't put you through that. It would be asking too much." All this time Henry had been rubbing and thrusting his erection against me. Now he turned me around and said, "I will suffer the pain if I must to help cleanse your mind. Do it Dawn, do it now as you have dreamt it before I forsake this god given task."

"Oh Henry your such a kind and generous person. Forgive me." With that and a huge smile on my face I lowered myself to my knees and slowly undid his zipper. As I pulled his trousers to his knees his erection stood out, begging to be sucked. I took his erection in my hand and then took the tip in my mouth. Henry gasped aloud, I pulled it from my mouth and said, "Are you sure Henry, really sure."

"Yes my dear, be quick before it's too late."

He wasn't wrong either, he lasted about three minutes before he shot his come into my mouth. He made no attempt to pull out, in fact his hand fell to my head in case I tried to pull away, which of course I didn't. I will say this for Henry. His cock was no more than average in size but whether or not it was because of a lack of sex with Brenda or because he was a horny bastard he was hard again in just a few minutes. These minutes were spent praying with me on my knees held against his cock and his hand on my head. Once he had finished praying he pulled me up and said, "That was terrible my dear. Now what else happens in these foul dreams of yours."

"I feel so much better Henry. It must have been awful for you but I feel cleaner some how. There are just so many things Henry. One of the men is naked and rips my clothes off and takes me from behind, calling me his bitch and making me use foul language and beg him to do it harder and give me more. Then when he has finished with me he makes me walk around the house wearing just a shirt so that he can take me whenever he wants to. Oh Henry it's so awful. Can you help me, can you. It is so much to ask of you."

"If I do my dear you must play your part to the full. You must be the person in your dreams in every respect. It wont be easy but it is the only way to rid your mind of the foul dream."

"I will try Henry, I will do my very best." I had him, and I had him good. The laptop in my room was running through all of this and the built in cam had recorded everything. I had also taken what chance I could yesterday when he went out to set up other wireless cameras strategically around the house.

Henry turned me round and pushed me onto the bed, "Give it to me you bitch you know you want it."

He forced my head down and I could feel his erection prodding at my hole. I wasn't turned on by what he was doing, but by the situation. The thought that I had trapped this idiot to fuck me on camera was a real turn on. Once I revealed what I had done I would make him beg like the dog he was now playing till then, "Oh yes Henry, make me your bitch Henry fuck me hard oh yes Henry oh do it to me Henry."

"You bitch whore you love it don't you, your gagging for it beg me bitch beg me for my cock."

"Oh Henry please fuck my hole Henry, make me your bitch. I'll do anything you want Henry just fill me with your hot sticky come."

Poor Henry was thrusting into me like a piston and I was banging back onto him for all I was worth. He shot his load again in just a few minutes. "You're a whore and you will only wear this shirt so that I can fuck you whenever I feel like it understood slut."

"Yes Henry." I said as I got off the bed, his come running down my legs, "I will do anything you tell me to Henry, anything.

Henry made the most of his chance to fuck a real woman. He constantly gripped my tits till I screamed in pain and then he would fuck me where I was. Standing up and lying on the floor and even on the kitchen table. He said that breakfast would never be the same again. He still made me cook his meals for that day and that night I spent in his bed.

He made me suck his cock and lick his balls and even told me to thrust my tongue into his bum crack which drove him crazy. All the time I had to tell him how much of a whore I was and the more I acted the part the more he loved it. I straddled him and bounced up and down on his erection till he shot his final load of the day then he pushed me off and fell asleep. 

The following day was pretty much the same only now I really did play the part. I swayed my hips and thrust my bum into his face. By the end of the day it was me who was in control. I fucked him as and how I wanted. By early evening we had drunk more than a bottle and a half of wine before he slumped in a drugged stupor, semi conscious and as horny as ever but he had no real control over what he was doing. His libido was out of his control.

One of the things the bishop had given me was a drug that that acted pretty much like the date rape drug. Only this one increased a persons hormone levels to a different realm. It was like a date rape Viagra only it worked on men and women apparently this was the first chance I had to use it and it worked a dream. Earlier in the day I had called the bishop and asked him to send me a member of the Order who liked men. More to the point who didn't have any scruples about who the man was or how he fucked him, just that he could. He sent me Father John.

Father John was a big man. Strong and without scruples so the bishop had said. I would soon find out. I used my mobile and called the number that the bishop had given me and two minutes later Father John was at the door.

"The bishop said you may need some help."

"Yes if your up to it."

"Tell me what you want and lets get going."

"Well to begin with I believe that Henry here has had some experience with men, he loves having his arse licked. I want to get everything I can get. If you can get him to suck you off or make love to you or beg for more I want to see it and I want to film it."

"No problem miss." Father John said with a smile. Without any preamble he pulled a mask from his pocket, putting the mask on his face he whipped his cassock over his head and stood with a huge erection that was throbbing and ready to go.

He carried Henry up to his bedroom and then proceeded to have sex with him. Poor Henry couldn't have known what he was doing even when he was avidly sucking on Father Johns huge cock but he did it anyway, in fact he did everything. He sucked Johns huge member like it was an old friend and when John spunked in his mouth he swallowed as much as he could and let the rest drip from his grinning mouth. When John offered his bum hole to Henry he wasted no time at all in ramming his cock in as far as he could. The look of ecstasy on his face as he fucked that arse was confirmation that he had more than a passing interest in man on man sex. I filmed it all but it was the final act that I really wanted to get right. I briefed Father John and he followed my instructions to the letter.

Father John sucked and played and teased Henry's cock till it was throbbing, then he sucked Henrys cock and fingered his bum hole, using his fingers and tongue on that bum crack. Henry was going wild, "You want me in you Henry. Don't you? You want me to fuck your bum hole don't you Henry. You want to be my little whore don't you Henry"

"Oh yes, do it to me fuck me. Make me your whore please."

John folded Henry's legs over so that they rested near his head. Henry's bum hole was on full view and ready for action. Father John rested his erection at the entrance to Henrys hole and said, "Not good enough Henry, I want to hear you beg me to fuck your arse Henry. Beg me to make you my bitch whore."

"Yes please do it, please make me your bitch whore, it's been so long since I felt a man in me. Please fuck my hole make me love you, please fuck my arse, fuck it hard bitch fuck me use me fill me with your hard stiff meat. Please please I need it I beg you please." He was almost crying now.

Father john looked at me and as I nodded he slowly pushed his huge erection into Henry's arse. I filmed it all. I had both the cock sliding into Henrys bum and the look of total pleasure on Henry's face in the same frame. Once his cock was in a nodded to Father John again and he let rip. He fucked that bum so hard I thought his cock would come out of Henry's mouth. To begin with Henry's face was terrified at the turn of events and the pain that Johns huge cock caused him but slowly that pain turned to pleasure. So much pleasure that Henry turned into a quivering gibbering shag hole for John to use as he pleased.

Father John violated that bum hole and ripped at Henry's erection causing as much pain as he could. Henry just soaked it up and begged for more until finally he was lost in a cloud of semi conscientiousness. Father John finally orgasmed over Henry's face, spitting gobs of come juice all over his face and in his mouth. Henry just licked it up with is tongue the rest dried where it landed. 

"Is that all miss?" Father John asked.

"Unless you fuck women Father John."

He laughed, "Sorry miss. The bishop said I was not to touch you."

"Oh did he now and why would he do that the swine."

"Oh no miss don't get me wrong he was thinking of your safety miss."

"My safety? What do you mean?"

"As you see miss I tend to get a little carried away when I have sex miss. The last time I fucked a woman I completely lost it ....well she's in an institution miss."

I had to admit that the thought of Father John losing it was frightening enough. To think that he used his cock as a weapon was terrifying. I said no more on the matter and bid him farewell. That night I spent in my own bed.

The following morning I got up and dressed in my normal clothes. When I got to the kitchen Henry was already up, if not quite with it. "Morning Henry you ok?"

"Er yes, what happened I don't remember very much. Why are you dressed? Where is the shirt? we're not finished yet."

"Shut the fuck up Henry and drink your tea. Then we will have a little chat." I was going to enjoy every minute of this.

"I beg your pardon you little...." Before he could finish I punched him in the face. He reeled and fell off his chair to the floor. Stunned and by the look in his eye's very frightened. Slowly he got up and sat drinking his tea

Once finished he said, "So what's this all about?"

I got out of my chair and moved close to him, I pushed my tits into his face, "You enjoyed these didn't you Henry. You enjoyed fucking me didn't you. All in the name of Christ." Henry didn't answer.

"Didn't you?" I shouted and slapped him around the head.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean any harm. I was trying to help."

"Henry you're a fucking liar. Now to business. You have something that belongs to the Order of St John? I want it and I want it all. Now!"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Ok Henry I will count to three and then I am afraid I will have to get annoyed with you."

"Count to a hundred for all I care you will get nothing from me. Tell your whore master that and my price will double."

"I thought you might say that Henry. Come here I have something to show you." I walked into the lounge and using the remote control turned the DVD player on. "You may want to sit down."

He ignored the suggestion for about a minute and then flopped down into the chair. "This makes no difference."

I fast forwarded the tape to Father John it had only played for a few minutes before Henry jumped up, "This isn't me. I didn't do this." His hands clenched into fists and he banged them at his temples. I fast forwarded the tape to the end sequence. Henry was destroyed, "Alright, alright you can have it, but I want that disc."

"Get the stuff Henry and you can have the disc." I said calmly.

Henry went off and returned a minute later with a pile of papers which he handed to me. "Is this all of it? What about your computer?"

"I didn't put it on the computer the network is the same as the bishops. I want the disc, please."

I handed Henry the disk and then went to my room to pack my bags. A short while later, my bags in the car I said, "Goodbye Henry. I have sent the complete file of your night of passion to the bishop. I have no doubt he will be in touch."

"What? But I have the disc, I destroyed it."

I smiled and stepped forward grabbing Henry by the balls I squeezed as hard as I could. As he bent in pain I whispered in his ear, "Ever heard of copies Henry. That's what you had. Good bye." I let his balls go and he fell to the floor. He was still on his hands and knees as I pulled out of his driveway.

*

That's this chapter done. What comes next I'm not sure but I am sure there is lots more yet

Mikro 



Holy Orders



"Hey calm down babe." Pete said, "All we want is to get a good look at those sexy knickers and have a little feel that's all."

There hands were still running up my legs as I had dropped back into the seat. What chance did I have of keeping ten hands off me. These were all big men, strong and it seemed very determined "Alright, but let me go please."

"Ok boys hands off, the little lady is going to give us what we want." Bill said, "Isn't that right Dawn?"

"Yes, yes. Please stop I will give you what you want but please stop." I cried.

They all pulled back. Suddenly I was alone on the swing seat while they pushed the other chairs out of the way clearing a space. Bill pulled a 3 foot square box into the space and pulled me onto it. I stood there shaking not sure what to do next.

"Ok little lady move your feet to the corners of that little stage for us." Pete said. I did as he asked which meant that my legs were spread wide open. "Now can you manage the dress? Or would you like us to do it for you?"

"No!" I gasped, "I can do it." Slowly I undid the remaining buttons, still trying to preserve my modesty. Taking a deep breath, I stood rigid and let it drop.

"Told you didn't I. Look at them fuckin tits."

And then hands were grabbing my breasts and running up my legs to my lower parts I shrunk into a ball. "No touching. You said look." I cried.

"Well you said we could have what we wanted didn't you?"

"Yes but you didn't say touching, not...there. Not like that." I whimpered.

"Well what I said was we wanted to feel those nice undies you got on and I think you agreed."

"Well......" I realised I was trapped, he did say touch and I had agreed. My stomach was going wild and so was down ....there. "But not like that."

"Ok so if we touch you it's ok but not all at once. Is that what your saying?"

"Y....yes."

"Ok then, two of us at a time will that be ok with you Dawn?"

"Yes but not....there." I said.

"Ok stand up and put your feet back where they were then."

"Slowly I stood up, moved my feet to the corners of the box and waited."

"So let me get this right before we start. It's ok for us to touch you here." 

His hand touched my stomach, "Yes." I said, eyes tight shut.

He then did the same to my legs my back, my shoulders and my bottom. When it came to my breasts he put his hand more under them as though feeling the material so although I hated the thought of them being so near my sensitive nipples I said, "Yes"

"But not here." And his hand was beneath my, well I'm sure you know where. As much as I wanted to pull away I said "No! Not there." My eyes flew open as his hand had touched me there and as he slowly pulled his hand away he was smiling. I could see it was wet. The shame I felt was terrible, I knew what that moisture was and as he showed it to the other men they were in no doubt either. I closed my eyes and prayed it would be over soon

"Ok guy's." Pete said, "Anywhere but her pussy."

"Please get it over with. Graham will be home soon," I said embarrassed

If I was hoping that the mention of my husband would stop them I was sadly mistaken. Two of them moved close and there hands went everywhere, they ran fingers over my nipples and even down the front of my knickers, not quite reaching the wetness but still close enough for me to feel the knickers tighten into the gap my spread legs had created. I don't know how they decided to change but they did and now I had two more sets of hands running over my body. These were rougher than the others and went lower on my knickers. I felt a finger sliding just to the top of the slit and a hand at the back running over my bottom went further and further ending up at that tiny space between bottom and pussy. I was shaking so much I could hardly stand by the time the last man had his turn. I instantly knew these hands were Bills, they were rough and hard and made no pretence at anything other than grasping his pleasure. As his finger pushed against the material of my knickers trying get into my private spot a car pulled into the driveway.

I sank to my knees in a panic as they all moved away. "Here put this on quickly, and not a word or he will find out about your dirty little secret."

I hurriedly put the dress on and thanked god it was button up. Once I had my dress on Pete put me in a chair and passed me an empty cup. When Graham walked into the garden we were all seated and apparently talking about the weather.

"Your home early dear." I said shakily. The men all said hi as they returned to work.

"Yes I wanted to see how things were going here. Are you alright you seem a little flushed." he asked

"Yes I'm fine," I said, "It must be the heat I think."

The next hour is a bit hazy. I made Graham a cup of tea and we sat in the garden going over his day. I had no idea what he was saying but the respite from groping hands was such a relief. The only troubling thing was I could not stop the sensations between my legs or in my stomach.

After the builders had gone Graham done a tour of inspection. Again I panicked, if he thought they had not done enough then he would ask me what had been happening. As it was, all he said was, "They haven't done a lot. I hope you didn't keep stopping them for chit chat and tea breaks."

"No! I hardly saw them all day really. They were too busy working." I lied 

We had dinner and watched some TV then went to bed. As usual Graham kissed me on the cheek, turned over and went to sleep. It took me a lot longer to drift into a dream filled sleep where hundreds of men were touching me all over and I couldn't do a thing to stop them. I woke up in the night, sweating and wet, down there.

As the builders arrived at seven thirty in the morning I got up at six and prepared breakfast before waking Graham. We ate our meal and he was ready for work as they arrived. In the hope of putting the builders off I had dressed in a dark thick skirt and a blouse. Absolutely nothing they could see could be deemed as in anyway sexy. As to my underwear I only had my feminine ones so had no choice but to wear them or nothing. Nothing was not an option.

With a feeling of dread I waved goodbye to Graham. 

"So little missy you still owe Bill his look." Pete said from behind me.

"No!" I said, turning sharply, "He had his turn, you know he did.."

"Well he started it but your old man turned up before his time was up. So you owe him. I wont be responsible for what he say's or who he say's it too if he gets deprived of his full time"

"It's eight o'clock in the morning." I said, "You haven't even started work yet how can you be thinking of such....things, at this time of day." I was in the kitchen now where the other men were helping themselves to tea.

"So if we had done some work and it was say ten o'clock poor Bill could have his feel. Is that what your saying?"

"Yes....no. Your confusing me."

"Well no confusion over here miss prim and proper. If I don't get my full feel so to speak I'm going to have words with your old man. And your neighbours. I think it's disgusting how a vicars wife can wear such slutty clothes and then allow complete strangers to have a good look at them as well."

"No you cant. We have only just moved here." I said, "The church.... The parishioners. They wont understand, we will be outcast, my husband could lose his job."

"Your choice." Bill said and stepped towards the door.

"Alright.! Alright." I said defeated. "Ten o'clock."

"There's a good girl" Pete said running his hand over my bottom as he walked to the table.

I was trapped. Again. Even the feelings in my stomach had returned with a vengeance. By ten o'clock the sun was beating down and the thick clothes were making me overheat, or I think it was the clothes.

I made the tea early knowing that they would be in the kitchen prompt at ten. They all came in together bringing with them an air of expectation. 

"Ok then Dawn outside." Pete said picking up my tea as well as his own.

I didn't see any point in arguing so I just followed. I stepped up on the box that they had circled and waited, unsure really of what they wanted me to do. 

"Well come on then get your kit off lets see them tits again." Bill said rubbing his hands together like scrooge 

I undid the blouse and , a little shakily let it drop, then I dropped the skirt and placed my legs as before. "She's a quick learner isn't she. Didn't even need to tell her what to do."

Once in position I had expected Bill to pounce on me but instead he stood back looking, as did the others. "Well then little missy. We discussed it and Tony reckons you owe us some extra time." Pete said

"Wh....why?" I gasped, "You all had your time yesterday."

"Yes but as Tony says you agreed that we could all have our turn yesterday. But because you took so long to make your mind up poor Bill had to wait till today. As we're not too sure just how long bill had then he would have to get his full time today. Would you agree with that."

"Well I suppose so but it wasn't my fault Graham came home early." I said 

"No but was your fault that Bill had not finished by the time your old man got home, agreed?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Then it's only fair that we start Bills time again and if we say he had a minute yesterday then you would owe the rest of us a minute wouldn't you."

"Yes yes. Do whatever you want. Just get it over with." I was so confused I had no option but to agree or they would never get back to work.

They didn't need telling twice. Bill moved in and as my legs were still spread open he went straight for them. One hand running up my leg and the other brushing my nipples, which hardened almost before he touched them. The shock in my stomach and the tingle down between my legs was instant and it hit so fast I couldn't stifle a moan, of what I later recognised as a mini orgasm. Bill had his time, he touched me everywhere, even my pussy lips, he pinched and played with my nipples until my legs shook so hard I nearly collapsed.

Next thing I knew Pete's was saying, "Better lay her down here boys before she falls over, that tight pussy of hers is doing overtime."

I guessed he had taken the large cushions off the swing bed and lay them on the lawn. As soon as I was put on top of them two of the builders were next to me. They too had there hands everywhere, my legs seemed to stay spread wide of there own volition till someone pushed them up, making my knees bend. 

My arms were held above my head and I could feel the air on my nipples, then first one then the other nipple felt the brush of lips on them, slowly mouths wrapped around them and the sucking that followed made me cry out again. Then I felt my knickers being moved aside, opening my lips to whoever was down there. Lips kissing my inner thighs and moving ever closer to my swollen lips. I could feel them swelling, feel the moisture dripping from my hole and then the air as a mouth kissed me, there, in my most private place. The shock that went through me was like an earthquake. I thrust my hips up and was sure I must have hurt whoever was down there but they didn't stop. The next contact was a tongue brushing my lips slowly sliding inside me, down to my bottom which was also receiving hand treatment, then the tongue moved back, touching I didn't know what at that time, now I know it was my clitoris. 

Another explosion and I must have been bucking like a wild horse, "No you mustn't. Please." Whoever it was didn't stop and in truth at that point I didn't want him to. I felt the two men at my side change places with others but I didn't care by this time, I wanted there mouths on my nipples and all that went with it. When it came, the orgasm was, unreal is the only word I can think of. It was like I was propelled outside of myself and I floated in a cloud of comfort and softness. 

As I slowly came back down to earth I curled up into a ball but my legs were pulled apart roughly and a voice said, "Time you got a real fucking." I felt a knocking at the lips of my throbbing pussy, instinctively I new what was about to happen and I screamed, "Nooo. Go away."

"Ok Bill that's enough." Pete said and I felt rather than saw Bill pulled off me. I lay there for ages just shaking inside and out. When I finally had the strength to sit up I saw that they had gone back to work, except Pete who sat looking at me.

"You ok?" He asked

"What do you think." I snarled, "I've just been raped, how do you think I feel."

"Well it wasn't rape, though Bill did try to get his cock into that pussy of yours. We didn't do anything you didn't give permission for."

"I said you could touch my underwear, not do all....that."

"Well I can show you the video if you want....."

"What video?" I said stunned

"This one." Pete's said, holding up a video camera. He pushed a button and handed it to me.

I couldn't believe what I saw. Whoever had done the camera work had started it before I got outside. He had it all. Taking my clothes off, me telling them to do whatever they wanted, and the ensuing melee. Pete had asked me if I wanted them to stop and I had said no, in fact I begged them to go on. I handed the camera back and hung my head in total shame, tears streaming down my face. 

Pete came and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders he pulled me to him and said. "Just let it go."

And that's what I did, I cried and cried in shame, how could I have done that. I had acted like a street slut. Begging them even. How could I ever face Graham again, he would know, I was sure he would see me for what I was. A brazen slut without control.

"Graham will know, he will know what I am, what I did." I said.

"Of course he wont. It's not a brand you know. Nobody will know unless we tell them." Pete said quietly

Alarm bells rang straight away. "You wouldn't, you cant, please, you cant do that."

"I didn't say I would, I said unless. Now don't worry your little head. Come on lets get you dressed." 

With that he helped me to my feet and led me into the house. I was in my bedroom before I realised where we were. I pushed against him, "No! No your not going to...."

"Don't be silly I'm not going to do anything but help you dress. Here." He held up one of my thin button down summer dresses for me to slip on. I slipped one arm and then the other into the short sleeves then realised I had no underwear on.

"I need to put some underwear on." I said meekly

"No point really it will only get them going again. Better not."

What was I playing at. Thinking back on it I cant believe how naïve I was being. Dressed only in a thin dress, seemingly with half the buttons missing as it not only flapped open well above my knees but also below my bust, I aloud Pete to show me around the work they were doing and then down into the kitchen. He made me a fresh cup of tea and I quietly sat in the garden drinking it. All the time still trying desperately to retain some of my modesty. The skirt of the dress splitting open almost to my waste at every opportunity didn't help.

"Well they will be down for a cuppa in a minute so you better get it ready." Pete said. 

I could believe that's all it was. I thought it was mid afternoon. I meekly got up and put the kettle on. By the time it had boiled they were all in the kitchen doing there best to see my 'assets' as they put it. Reaching for biscuits or bending down to get the cups out of the cupboard it didn't matter with each move I showed some part of me. My breasts, which are quite firm are also quite big and they just seemed to pop out the dress without reason. In the end I gave up apologising. The stupidity of it, apologising for giving them what they wanted was just too absurd. They led me into the garden and again I was made to sit on the swing chair, the cushions had been replaced thankfully. 

Bill and Pete didn't need to pull my skirt up, it opened all by itself. I did my best to keep it closed but Pete said, "Not much point in hiding it really, we all had a really close look earlier."

This made me angry, and that pulled me out of the quiet mood I had fallen into, "How dare you." I said, "How dare any of you do that to me. I'm a married woman, the vicars wife and you took advantage of me."

"You didn't exactly put up a fight if I remember correctly?" Ray said

"What chance would I have against five strong men like you. Non"

"From what I see on the video, it was us fighting you off." Tom said.

He was right of course. When they had done the change over on my breasts I had grabbed them both and tried to pull them back. Just the thought of what had happened made me feel sick, but not in my stomach, my stomach and lower down felt something entirely different. Much to my shame I could feel wetness between my legs. To my surprise they drank there tea and went back to work. Thinking back on it I think I was actually disappointed. I cleared the cups away and prepared the evening meal. Something I always did early in the day.

A while later Pete joined me in the kitchen, "Have you seen the view from your new bedroom yet."

"No I haven't." I replied sharply.

He took me by the hand and said, "Come on, have a look."

I pulled against him, "Why, what are you going to do."

"What do you mean?" he said, "We haven't done anything you didn't wanted us to have we?"

"Well no. But...."

"Then please don't make it sound like we have. Come on"

He took hold of my hand again and this time I didn't resist. He led me upstairs and across a narrow plank into what was to be the master bedroom. While it felt strange being here, in this room, with these men I was hypnotised by the view. I knew when we decided to have the bedroom here that it would be good but this was spectacular. Wide open spaces except for the woods on the right, and the sun appearing above the trees made it look like one of those scenic post cards you get.

Pete had moved in close behind me and was pointing to something. "A sparrow hawk." he said, "And over there you can see deer if you're here early enough.

His right arm came across my front and his hand resting on my left shoulder, encircling me in his arm. An involuntary spasm in my tummy made me push back onto him and I felt his hardness through the thin dress, I leaned back in his embrace trying desperately to relax and ease the tightness in my crotch. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck and the movement of his hand as it slid into the top of my dress. His breath brushing my ear as his hand brushed my erect nipple. I pushed back into him again and let out a low moan of pleasure. As his hand moved down I turned and buried my face in his chest. "Don't please." 

He stopped immediately and once my legs stopped shaking a said, "I had better get some lunch ready." and stepped back from him. My legs were shaking so much I wasn't sure if I could make it back across that narrow plank to the stairs, but there were plenty of willing hands to help me. Most of them gripping parts of me that did not help my stability, be it mental or physical, in any way whatsoever. By the time I got back to the kitchen I could hardly stand upright. My tummy was throbbing and so was my pussy, for that was what I had come to call it now having heard the word so much from the men.

It seemed only a minute before the men came down stairs for there lunch. Non of them said a word, they filed past me running a hand over some part of my body and kissed my neck or just took in my scent, either way the feel of there breath on my neck and my ear was enough to bring the feeling between my legs to full throbbing. 

Shaking I took my snack lunch into the garden. The cushions from the seat were again on the lawn with the men sitting in a circle around it, except Pete and Bill of course who sat on the cushions. Pete tapped the spot in front of him and said, "Thought it would be nice to sit in the sun for a while."




Holy Orders



I moved between the chairs and sat on the cushions between Pete and Bill. They chatted about nothing really while I silently ate my crisp bread and sipped at my squash. 

"Once this garden is sorted out it will look really nice Dawn." Ray said

"Yes, we hope to have it done by autumn." I replied and went into some detail as to our plans.

Pete had moved in closer to me and said, "It sounds really good." 

I felt his hand run over my back and round my waist. The churning in my stomach jumped into action, I closed my eyes as he pulled me closer. He twisted me slightly and I felt his breath again on my neck, then my cheek and then his lips brushed mine. Feeling no resistance he kissed me properly and I responded, unable or unwilling to resist the inevitable. His hand moved to my breast and played with my nipple, I moaned softly. I leaned back into him and he slowly lay me down, not once breaking from the kiss. His tongue sliding into my mouth and mine responding in the same way. I didn't know what I was doing, I just followed his lead. I felt my dress being opened but didn't protest, I felt my legs being raised again and I felt the warm breath on my legs, my hips jerked up as the tongue flicked my bud and squirmed as it played along my pussy lips.

Other tongues were now playing with my nipples and when my legs were raised up pointing to the heavens I didn't resist. The tongue played along my pussy and down my bottom touching the tight hole there and then went back. Pete was kissing my neck my ears my lips and then back again. 

I was lost now and I knew it, I didn't want it to stop. So when Pete said, "Do you want us to stop?" I just shook my head, "Say it then, say you don't want us to stop."

"I don't want you to stop, not now." I moaned

The tongue between my legs was stuck on my clitoris now and the explosion was close, I begged for it to arrive, I craved it and when it came I heaved and tossed pretty much as I did before. My head was turned to the side and I felt something on my lips and thinking it was Pete's tongue I opened my mouth. But of course it wasn't his tongue. It was his hard manhood. It seemed huge, filling my mouth, I didn't fight it, I was too far gone now, in fact I took it deep into my mouth as my thrusting hips pushed me up onto it. I felt it hit my throat and gagged but the more it went in the more my throat seemed to welcome it, wrap itself around it.

My legs were still in the air, being held there by someone. I felt another man between my legs, something brush against my pussy lips, again this was not a tongue, as it slid into me my orgasm exploded again, the further this hard thick cock went into me the more I pushed up for it. Pete's juices hit my throat and the salty fluid slid down into my stomach. A moment later another, this one longer but not so thick took its place. I was lost in a world of sexual lust that I had never ever dreamed I could have. I wanted it all, as my pussy was filled with come yet another orgasm hit me, or another phase of the same one.

The next one to brush my pussy lips was not as thick as the last one, this one brushed my pussy and then moved down to my bottom then back up again, touching my clitoris as it went, then it slid down to my bottom again. This time the head just slipped into the crack of my bottom, I stopped all movement. Slowly this intrusion into my bottom continued, in a little, then out then back in getting further and further each time. The pain was immense but with a stiff cock pounding in and out of my mouth I couldn't yell stop. By the time the cock was all the way in the pain had eased, replaced with another building explosion, similar, but not the same as the one in my pussy. As the man's juice hit my insides I exploded from my bottom, I was now so high and so in need of the explosions that when I was tuned over onto my stomach I was relieved to find myself hovering above yet another erection.

I didn't so much lower myself onto this one, more thrust myself upon it, driving it in to the hilt. I felt hands on my hips and then the tell tale knocking of yet another hard cock at my bottom, I held my breath as this one, wider than before slid in. I felt the mans balls bang against my buttocks and knew I had taken it all, a strange sense of pride washed over me, but I thought that was it, I was wrong. My head was lifted and yet another cock made it's way deep into my mouth and down my throat.

Three cocks, I was lost. Lost in a wonderful ecstasy of pleasure that washed over me wave after wave after wave. I don't know how long it went on or how many times they had me, I just knew that when I finally reached normality they were all around me. Five of them sitting watching me as I went through the final throws of my perpetual orgasm. I was covered both inside and out with their sticky juices.

As soon as I was able I threw my hands to my face and curled up in a ball crying hysterically. I was swept up in strong arms, carried into the house and taken upstairs to my bedroom where I was gently laid down. 

After what seemed an age the tears subsided, I opened my eyes to see Pete sitting on the end of the bed watching me. "You should have a shower. Your hubby will be home soon."

I nodded and staggered into the shower. The hot water stinging me as it flowed over my bruised body and between my still pulsing pussy and bottom. But it felt so good.

Pete had brought my dark clothes up from the garden and I put them on. They felt rough, but they made me feel safe. Inside I was in turmoil, not just the pulsing feeling but devastation at the way I had acted. Like a common slut.

"I've put your dress in the laundry." Pet said from the door, "Don't want your old man finding it do we?"

"No." I said quietly, "What's happening to me? How could I allow you to do....that to me?"

"Well maybe your old man isn't making you as happy as you need to be. Certainly not as happy as you think anyway."

"I am happy." I said angrily, "I love Graham, I love our life. Now I have ruined it all."

"Don't be silly. How have you ruined it?

"How can I go on knowing what I have done?"

"How can you not. If you tell him you will destroy him. You still love him. You still love your life. You have a beautiful home. We will be gone soon and that will be that. So why ruin it all?" The sound of a car pulling into the drive and Pete turned and walked away.

For a fleeting moment I resolved to tell Graham. But only fleeting. They would be gone soon and my life would return to normal. They had tricked me. Blackmailed me even. It wasn't my fault, it was theirs. Even though I kept saying it, my stomach and my pussy kept telling me different.

I was surprised how easy it was just to be normal with Graham. I did miss some of what he said but he just passed it off to being stressed about the building work. At least he was pleased at the progress. We went to bed early as usual and for once I was relieved as I was exhausted. I had a restless sleep once again. My dreams filled with a woman acting like a whore, the woman being me of course. The difference being, this woman loved it, threw it at me, even spat the words at me. Like two different women, her the slut. And me, the dutiful wife.

The following morning Graham left as usual and he wasn't even out of sight when I felt a hand on my bottom. I didn't flinch, or protest. "Teas made." I turned and looked at Pete, he was smiling down at me. "How do you feel today?" "Doe's it really matter how I feel?" I said walking past him to the kitchen. I hadn't even tried to dress modestly today, just normal skirt and blouse. Not thin but not thick either. What was the point of hiding any of it anyway, they had seem more of me than my husband. More even than I had seen of myself.

"Morning little miss hotty." Bill said. I ignored him and took my tea into the garden where I actually got a plastic seat for a change. The men followed of course and I had to laugh seeing three of them try to sit on the swing chair. In the end one of them sat on the garden wall. They had their little banter but I said nothing, still lost in my own confusion.

I don't know if it was my mood or the fact that they understood my dilemma but the morning went quietly. Except for the occasional brush of a hand or lewd comment they left me pretty much alone to my thoughts. My stomach and pussy on the other hand did not. Reminding me with every touch that they had a need. And I had come to realise it was a need, a craving that sooner or later would need release. 

Lunchtime came and I sat in the garden with them, again I claimed a plastic chair. As they started to get heavy with the banter, blatantly getting their cocks out and telling me what I had done the last time I had seen it. The feeling down below started to throb. Still fighting the feeling off I walked up the garden, relieved that no one followed. I didn't realise how far I had walked till the sky suddenly clouded over. Before I had got halfway back to the house the heavens opened. Sheets of rain bucketing down in a typical summer storm. 

By the time I reached the house I was soaked through. "Now that is a fuckin sight to see." a voice said. 

I looked up and saw them all gazing at me. My blouse and my skirt were totally soaked and clung to me like a second skin. My frilly underwear on plain view, in shape if not in colour. The outline of my body, all my body on show. They walked towards me slowly. I didn't know what to do, my head said run. My hands even came up in front of me as though to fend them off. But as Pete moved between them and started undoing my buttons I just closed my eyes. As he came closer and lightly kissed me my stomach kicked out and I pulled him to me. I kissed him back with all the explosive passion that burst through me.

I felt my clothes being removed, felt the warm air as the sun reappeared. I don't know how he removed his shorts. All I know is he picked me up and swinging my legs either side he pierced me with his huge cock. I threw my head back and screamed with the sudden power of the orgasm. While I was riding him he backed up and lay down on the table. I was on top of him now and felt someone behind me. I raised my bottom and felt the cock as it rammed into me, another overpowering orgasm from that hole.

I opened my eyes looking for the one that I knew would heading for my mouth and found it, taking it deep, gorging on it. Then I was lost in an orgy of cocks lips orgasms and spunk. I completely let go, gave it free reign, I let them do whatever they wanted, however they wanted until finally my head cleared and I found myself curled up in the middle of the kitchen table with the final echo's of my orgasms fading into the distance As I opened my eyes I saw I was surrounded by five hunky naked, seemingly exhausted men.

What is it about the British and tea. There I was just having been gang banged and Pete said, "Here drink some tea."

Bill and Tony sat behind me on the table and let me rest on them as I sipped the warm liquid. "I have to say this Dawn, and I think the others will agree with me, please don't take it the wrong way, you are the best, and I mean the best fuck I have ever had."

The others all murmured in agreement and for some really stupid reason I had this inexplicable sense of pride. I smiled and carried on sipping my tea. The whole scene was so comical when I finally took it all in. The naked men, in the kitchen being complimented on my fucking abilities. I just burst out laughing, nearly choking on my tea.

"What's so funny." Tony asked

"Well look around you. Five naked men in the kitchen. The kitchen table covered in ....juices and the vicars wife totally naked drinking a cup of tea." It took a second but in the end they were all laughing. 

I finished the tea as they dressed and then, naked, went to the bathroom and showered. It was pointless now hiding myself from them. After all my body was now doing whatever it wanted regardless of how I felt about it. Still naked and to some degree enjoying the admiring looks I walked to my bedroom and got dressed. Sexy undies and thin summer dress. 

Not long after Graham returned home. We were all in the garden sitting with a fresh cup of tea, I was surprised as he rushed into the garden. Before he got to the garden his news was spilling out. 

"Dawn my dear you'll never guess we have....Oh sorry gentlemen. Dawn we have been invited to the Bishops for dinner Friday night. Such wonderful news." he said excitedly, "We will have to stay overnight of course. But that doesn't matter.""

I leaped out of my chair and taking his arm led him into the kitchen, "I am so pleased Graham. Did he say why?"

"Well initially he said it was because he likes to meet all his flock," Graham laughed at what I suppose was the Bishops joke, "But he has heard about my interest in the Canterbury Gospels and said i can have a look through his extensive library."

He was so excited he just went on and on about his pet project and all the information he could find. I have to admit to not having the slightest interest in his little hobby so I let it all go over my head. He was so excited for the rest of the evening. He got his files out spreading them on the kitchen table, now clear of any 'juices' of course. Though the thought of what had been spread on that table earlier in the day did make me smile. We eventually got to bed around eleven and he was so exhausted he went straight to sleep. I lay awake for some time but eventually dropped off into a dream free sleep for a change. Maybe because my internal conflict had gone. It didn't really matter what I wanted, my body would do it's own thing.

The following morning I said good bye to Graham and went into the kitchen. As we sat drinking our tea the men kept up there rude conversation Their lewd comments still got me embarrassed, but now at least I understood some of them. Though I was far too embarrassed to say anything and still went bright red.

As they finished their tea Pete said, "We have bought you a present, well two really." He opened a carrier bag and put both hands in. As the bag dropped to the floor out came two sets of lingerie, one black and one a really pretty pink. Bra, knickers and suspenders.

I was so embarrassed my hands went to my face, "I cant wear those. I have never worn stockings before, I don't even have any."

Bill grabbed the bag and pulled out two packs of stockings to match the lingerie. "We rather hoped you would wear the black set for us. Maybe model them at break time. The pink set we thought you would wear for the Bishops dinner."

"I couldn't possibly. Not the Bishop."

"Why not? You said you don't have any grannie bashers anyway so you would be wearing your sexy stuff regardless. All we have done is added a little extra shall we say."

Well they did have a point. "Ok I will wear them but I'm not promising anything about the stockings. Fair?" I asked

They nodded and handed the pink set to me. Pete stood holding the black set smiling. The pit of my stomach had started leaping again, spasms of it heading south. "Go to work. I make no promises."

Pete handed me the set and I am pretty sure they knew I would be wearing it at break time. Even though I had no real idea that I would. As the next hour or so went by the feeling in my stomach got stronger and the pulsing lower down was like a throbbing hammer. I am sure I could feel my lips opening and closing looking for a cock to take hold of. Needless to say as break time approached I shooed everyone away from my bedroom and closed the door. This was not cheap clothing. They felt really soft and smooth. I was shocked when I put the bra on. My breasts were lifted up and my nipples peeped over the top of the cup. As I looked I had a spasm down below. The stockings gave me a real sense of....what? I really didn't know. The knickers were high cut so my legs were uncovered right to the top. I slipped my summer dress back on and went back downstairs, knowing that all eyes were on me. I am sure I felt my body moving differently.

I made the tea and even before it was poured they were all in the kitchen. Up till this point they had always controlled what happened and when. Now for the first time I felt that I was in control. Or maybe I should say my oversexed thunder was in control. We took our tea into the garden and, even though I had a choice of seats I sat on the swing chair. As ever Bill and Pete sat either side of me. The anticipation in the air was like static. 

"Ok." I said with a laugh. "Just give me a minute." I got up and walked into the kitchen. Trying to block my mind to the inevitable I slowly undid the buttons and dropped the dress on the kitchen table. I stood for what seemed ages arguing with myself, but in the end, knowing that they would see all this anyway I took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen door. With each step I took I felt the 'other' me take over. I reached the door and stood there with one hand raised, resting on the frame the other resting on my hip, my pussy was pulsing like a steam piston.

As I came into view I could tell that the underwear that they had bought was as good as they hoped. I strolled out into the garden and moved around them. There hands moved over me and then they all stood up. I was surrounded by five hulking hot men their hands all over me. I raised my arms to the skies and gave myself to them. Again I don't really have many details what happened. I remember the cushions being put on the ground and remember the knickers being removed. I remember a whole selection of cocks filling a whole selection of holes. I even remember grabbing hold of a spare cock so my hands were full as well, and then taking that cock and filling a hole that became vacant. The explosions were constant in my pussy and my bottom. The feeling of ecstatic separation coming more than once. 

Finally I came down to earth, no tears this time. Once again covered in sticky come juice, both theirs and mine from what they tell me as it seemed even I ejaculated. I didn't even know that was possible. But then I didn't really know any of the last few days was possible, to a vicars wife. I checked my new undies and was distraught to see the stockings were torn. This from a woman who had never been seen naked by a man till three days ago,

"Never mind." Pete said, "We will get you some more. In fact we better get you a lot more I think."

"Don't you think you should get back to work." I said, trying to be bossy but only managing to sound like I wanted some more sex. They got my meaning and once dressed seemed to work harder than usual. I l knew I should get showered but I felt lazy, I stretched like a cat and lay there for a while taking in the sun. I knew they watched me out of my bedroom wall but all that did was make my stomach reach for them. Something I forced away, or they would get no work done.

We seemed to have got into a routine somehow. I dressed sexy, in fact the following day I only wore the undies. Then at ten o'clock break they would fuck me stupid and then they would work like lions for the rest of the day It seemed to work as Graham was more than pleased with the work, especially when our bedroom windows went in. It framed the view beautifully, or so Pete said as he took me from behind when I viewed it for the first time. After the ensuing orgy that followed I would never look out that window in the same way. I felt a little guilty as it was to be mine and Grahams bedroom but, it wasn't yet, so I justified it like that.

Graham and I left early on Friday as it was quite a long drive to the Bishops. In fact I was still having my clean up shower when he had arrived home. Luckily I had time to send the builders out into the garden and close upstairs off by removing the plank across the landing. Even Graham couldn't get to me let alone any horny builders.