10 comments/ 83202 views/ 35 favorites Helen. The Long Weekend By: Mikro Helen (1) The Long Weekend I would never have mixed with members of staff under normal circumstances but as the team had done such a good job in the last quarter my boss had instructed me to take them out for a bit of a celebration and thank you party He had picked me up at seven and we had met the fifteen members of staff at the restaurant. I chatted idly to one member of staff or another and Mr Tomlinson kept the wine flowing. I suppose I should introduce myself and give some background to this story. My name is Helen Stanton, I am 32 and I am the senior online sales director for Tomlinson International. Harry Tomlinson was the CEO of the company. We had been setting up the online business for some time and at the start of the last quarter had very successfully gone international going from dot co to dot com. Hence this little party. I lived for my work and I was a stern leader. I am good at my job. Which is just as well because my private life was a sham. I was convent educated from a deeply catholic family. My marriage had been arranged more or less by my parents when I was nineteen. His name was William Stanton. By the time I was 23 and no children had come along my mother sent me to a gynaecologist for tests, without asking me first. The testing showed that I could not have children. My parents were mortified. I on the other hand was ecstatic. As my husband was devout catholic it meant there was no more need to have sex. If that is what you could call his monthly two minute penetration of me, and the obvious disgust he felt afterwards. While this improved my marriage somewhat, as now my husband and I never spoke to each other, when I mentioned divorce to my mother she forbade me to ever mention it again. While I hated the way my parents still ruled my life I just wasn't capable of fighting them. The anger this created in me was channelled towards demanding the best from those who worked for me. "Ok all to the mini bus." Mr Tomlinson said, "We are off to Domain." Shouts of joy from all areas while I stood in shock. Domain was a nightclub. I had never, ever been to a nightclub. But I couldn't say no. I was sure Mr Tomlinson would be more than disappointed. We went in the front door and Mr Tomlinson gathered us all together. "Ok all drinks are paid for. Just show this card. The mini bus will be outside at 2.30am to take you all home, go and have some fun." As they all went off he turned to me. "Make sure they all get home safely Helen I have to go now." "But....Mr Tomlinson I....I...." "Just enjoy yourself Helen." MR Tomlinson smiled, "I have to get home to my wife. As you know she isn't too well right now. Byeee" And he was gone. My God, a night club. What on earth was I supposed to do till 2.30. I was annoyed, no, I was angry. How could he leave me in this position. I pushed through the crowd and found the others huddled around a table. They offered me the vacant seat and pushed a glass of something towards me. I took a sip and nearly spat it out. "What is this?" I asked sternly. "It's a fast and furious." Adam said, "Your supposed to drink it fast and furious. Down in one." He laughed. "Well I only drink wine." I said putting the drink back on the table. "Well this is as near to wine as you will get in here." John said, "It's WKD. Non alcoholic." He put it in front of me and took the fast thingy for himself. "Do I get a glass?" I asked. Their laughter told me a big fat no. I put the bottle to my lips and tasted it and while it would not have been a drink of choice I didn't see that I had much choice, other than to sit all night doing nothing. As I was at least ten years older than any of the others I really didn't want to feel any more uncomfortable. After I had drunk two or three I had got used to the taste and had, surprisingly, relaxed enough to actually join Rachel on the dance floor. Well actually she dragged me protesting, but again I didn't want to feel awkward, and the looks I was getting from other people told me to just go and look like I knew how to dance. It didn't seem to hard, just shuffle your feet and wave your arms around. A few more drinks and I was dancing as well as everyone else. Well if you can't beat them join them. By the time we headed back to the mini bus I felt really weird. I couldn't walk straight and nearly fell over several times. If it hadn't been for one or other of the group I would have landed flat on my face, but thankfully each time I stumbled one of them saved me. The mini bus had a long bench seat at the back then several rows of twin seats. I was somewhat herded to the back along with Rachel, the only other female in the group. I managed to get into the last twin seat at the back while Rachel and two of the boys got the back seat, Rachel was in the middle. We hadn't even set off before the two boys were kissing and fondling her while the others looked on cheering. I tried to ignore it all. Rachel seemed fine with it but the whole thing was beginning to make me feel sick. Finally I had enough. I turned round and said, "Stop that this instant." As I spoke I saw Rachel on her knees with her face buried in Adams crotch while James, his jeans round his ankles, was....well, doing it to her. "Your disgusting." I flopped back into my seat bright red with embarressment. "Don't worry Mrs Stanton. Rachel loves it." A voice said, "Or now that we are all getting intimate shall I call you Helen." Whoever it was had emphasised the 'Stanton'. This mixed with the familiarity in assuming they could call me by my first name infuriated me. But the drink had fuddled my mind somewhat and it suddenly occurred to me that I was drunk. A few moments later the mini bus turned and went down a country lane for a few yards before pulling into a field and stopping. "We're here." The driver said, "Everyone out for a moonlight fuck." I had spoken to Albert before about his foul language. I found it disgusting.. But not as disgusting as the thought of this sixty year old expecting to do it with Rachel, who was only nineteen. The others were at least about her age but Albert was old enough to be her grandfather. It didn't seem to put any of them off though as they all piled out of the mini bus. I sat where I was. "You too Mrs Stanton." Albert said, "I have to lock the bus up while we give young Rachel a seeing to." He was grinning lewdly. It made me feel dirty. "Out. Now." he ordered sharply. I felt myself getting up, but couldn't believe it. I still couldn't believe it as I stood and watched him lock the bus. He took my arm and half pulled half encouraged me to follow him to where the others were. It was a small clearing in the woods, you could see quite clearly under the moonlight that Rachel was indeed getting a good seeing to. As I saw her astride one boy while another took her from behind, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and when Albert stripped naked and thrust his thing into her mouth, the fact that she smiled at him horrified me. I thought about running away but had nowhere to go and I just could stop looking. My mouth agape I just stood and shook in what I believed was rage. My eyes just flicked from one young naked body to another. As Albert stepped back I could see his seed running from Rachel's mouth. The look on her face was like something I had never seen before. I thought she was in pain but then she let out a slow moaning scream and her face lit up. She was begging for them to do it harder and faster and they both did as she asked. When they were spent three more took their place. It suddenly dawned on me that she would have all fifteen of them. My knees shook and finallygave way and I sank to the floor, my eyes closed. "You alright Helen?" Somebody asked. I smelt him before I opened my eyes but my anger at him using my name overrode any caution. "How dare you...." At this point I opened my eyes to be confronted by, what seemed to me, a huge penis. "Get away. Get away from me." I waved my hands to shoo him away and in doing so brushed that thing. "You stuck up fucking bitch." He said and slapped me across the face. I went sprawling across the leaves totally shocked. Before I knew it he was on me and a second later he had help. No matter how I fought I could not stop them from stripping me naked, my clothes torn to shreds. "Fuck me Helen you got a great fucking body." A voice said, "Look at them fucking huge tits. Who would have guessed with those old woman clothes you wear." The ensuing laughter made me even more angry but try as I may I could not get away I now had two holding my arms out and two holding my legs spread wide. I was absolutely terrified. The grin on his face as he slowly penetrated me made my terror even worse. Through the mist of the drink I knew that all of these men would use me in the same way that Rachel was letting them use her. Only I was being raped. I don't know if it was the drink or what but as he thrust his thing into me I felt a stirring that I had never felt before. I fought as best I could but once it became obvious that I would not get away I just lay still and let him do it. The stirring got stronger. Then I felt his seed shoot into me. As he got up another body went to take his pace. "No! Please don't." I begged, "I wont say anything just please don't do that again. Please. Not that." Whoever it was who had just done it to me must have been in charge as he pulled the next one off me before he got his thing inside me. "So what will you do for us then Helen? "Lets face it right now we can fuck you stupid and you don't have a lot of say in the matter." "Anything." I moaned, seeing a glimmer of hope. "Get on your knees." He said. I looked for a moment then did as instructed. "Albert fancy a blow job?" "I doubt that stuck up bitch ever seen a cock before tonight, let alone stuck one in her gob. But yeah why not?" "Ok Helen. Here is your chance. You are going to suck Albert's cock till he comes in your mouth. Then you are going to swallow it all. Or you can get fucked by all of us. Which is it to be suck or fuck" "I....I....I can't." I stammered, "It's disgusting, I will be sick." "Ok. No problem. Lets just fuck her brains out guys." "Nooo." I screamed, "No. I will try. Please." "Errr didn't quite get that Helen so lets make it clear shall we. Say that you want to suck cock. Just so we all know that we have it right. Or you can say you want us all to fuck you. Which is it to be?" "I want to suck cock." I nearly choked on the thought of what I was going to do. "That's better. Now I am sure Albert will be happy to guide you in the finer art of cocksucking wont you Albert?" Albert stood in front of me, "It will be my pleasure." He said Guide me he did. What I didn't know at the time was ramming it right down my throat was a bit more than a. "What did they call it? A blow job. Several times I nearly choked and thought I was going to die but Albert knew what he was doing. In the end I managed to breath around his cock and do as instructed. His hand was on my head so I couldn't have pulled away even if I wanted to. I sensed that he was getting close and knew that I was going to be sick when I tasted his semen in my mouth, but I carried on in the knowledge that it would all end after this. Then with a final thrust his seed shot into my mouth. It was salty, tinged with another taste that I couldn't distinguish. He thrust his cock deep into my throat and, thankfully, most of his juice went straight down my throat. Finally he pulled out and I fell to the floor exhausted. "I have to say Helen. You're a natural." Albert said, "That has to be one of the best face fucks I have ever had." "My turn." Someone said. "Nooo!" I screamed, "You promised." "Well you did agree to suck cock Helen or let them fuck you." "I didn't mean all of you." "That's fine Helen. The rest of us will be only too happy to give you a good fucking. Won't we guys?" They all cheered approvingly "Alright alright." I gasped, "I will do it. But that's all nothing more." "So. Just so we got it right you have to say that you will take all the cock." "Yes, I will take all the cock. Now can we please get this over with." I knew I would be sick forever after all this but I couldn't let them fuck....do that to me again. "Hang on guys. What about me?" Rachel asked, "I don't have a cock for her to suck." "Well you can do whatever you want babe. She can lick your come filled cunt out later" Again they all laughed. "Ok get her on her knees." Rachel said, "I'm gonna get to her cunt before you lot do. You can face fuck her while I eat clit." Before I could do anything two guys grabbed me and pulled me to my knees, spreading my legs as wide as they could. I felt movement under me and then hot breath on my most private place. I started to shake. I was slowly dieing of shame. Then once again my head was pulled up and a cock was pushed into my mouth, I did try to resist but he just yanked at my hair and my mouth instinctively opened to scream. The cock went in before the sound came out. "Fuck me Helen you gotta shave this cunt. You got a fucking hedge down here." It was Rachel. I felt her fingers brushing at my pubic hair and the next second an electric shock ran right through my body, making me jerk forward and choke on the cock that was in my mouth. I have no idea what Rachel was doing but that stirring from before was again present, only this time it didn't go away. In fact it got stronger and stronger as her tongue did it's work. I fought that stirring, throbbing feeling as hard as I could, but to no avail. Suddenly my stomach churned and I could have sworn I was going to throw up but instead I pulled back and raising my head to the sky I screamed, long and hard tears running down my face. I had never felt anything like it before. It reached a crescendo that made me lose my mind. I was now in a cloud of, what I can only describe as, euphoria. The cock was back in my mouth and without realising it I was moving up and down with the action of Rachel's tongue on, what I now know to be, my clit. The resulting movement meant of course that I was now fucking my own face with the cock in my mouth. I could feel the stirring rising again but Rachel stopped her ministrations and I felt her move away. My head crying 'Nooo. Don't stop." "There you go guys. She is up for anything now. I do believe she just had her first orgasm." I felt movement behind me and before I could do anything a long hard cock entered my throbbing pussy. It hit my clit as it went and I no longer cared who or what was happening I just wanted that feeling again. My mouth filled with juice. Another took it's place. My orgasm was rising fast and I felt a smile on my face. It hit me like a train. Again rushing up from my stomach and out of my cock filled mouth, only this time the cock stayed in. I felt juice flood my insides, the cock pulled out and another took it's place to continue my orgasm. The cock still filled my mouth but I was now incapable of swallowing and felt his warm juice running down my chin. I didn't care. The cock in my pussy was using me rough and hard which made my orgasm even stronger. I was now hysterically laughing inside, saying to myself 'don't stop. don't stop'. Another shot of juice filled my pussy and the cock pulled out. Another body behind me and I eagerly awaited the cock to fill my pussy. But this one had other ideas. To begin with I wasn't sure what was happening, I was still in orgasm and my head was cloudy. I felt fingers at my anus, which sent new feelings to my orgasm and seemed to heighten it. Then a finger brushed my pussy and suddenly slid into my rectum. The spark of reality hit me too late. The finger came out and a cock was forced into that tightest of places. I screamed, even with a cock in my mouth I screamed but the hands on my head held me even tighter as my rectum was assaulted. A whole load of new sensations started to rise and they mingled with my orgasm nurturing it, teasing it, and finally driving it to even greater heights. Now I was completely and utterly lost. I felt juice hit my insides and then more in my mouth. The cock slid out of my rectum. "Ok guys all holes are working lets get this bitch done good and proper." I don't know who said it and I didn't care. I felt somebody lay on the ground next to me and I was lifted bodily astride it. His cock entered me and then another was in my rectum. To my complete and utter shame I was in heaven, only heaven could feel this good. Another cock entered my mouth. For some stupid, idiotic reason I felt a flash of pride that I could do all this, to all these men. I don't know how long it lasted. I do know that there were sixteen of them including Albert and I am sure that they all had me at least once. I was dragged, in a state of euphoric ecstasy onto the mini bus where I was placed on my knees in front of Rachel. She pulled my head to her shaven pussy, which I have to admit looked....nice. She told me what to do and without question I did it. As I licked her pussy cock would enter me and leave it's juices and another would take it's place. The I felt Rachel stiffen slightly. "Yes that's it Helen," Rachel moaned "your doing it. Your gonna make me come. Oh yes faster, faster." My tongue speeded up, matching the thrusting cock in my pussy and when Rachel let out her moan of orgasm I felt an overpowering sense of pride. The bus had come to a standstill. "Ok" Albert said. "Hold her up. I'm gonna give her one last fuck and I want to see her face." I didn't struggle. I was hoisted up onto the back seat, my legs once again spread and held wide. He was still naked and his cock was ready for action. I watched as he slid it into me and again my orgasm stirred. He wasn't gentle, he wasn't slow. But he did make me come one last time, smiling broadly and then shot his seed deep inside me. As he pulled out of me my clothes were thrown at me and I was pulled to my feet. Albert slid the door open and to my horror I realised that we were parked outside my house, no more than ten feet away, and I was naked, clutching torn and shredded clothes. I was completely covered in semen and my body was still throbbing in orgasm. Before you go Helen you should have a look at this. Albert held his phone up and there I was reaching out for the any cock that I could get my hands on. My hair all stuck together and semen dripping from my face. I screamed inside. Utterly defeated The sun was just beginning to rise. As I unlocked the door and stepped in I hoped and prayed that William was still asleep. No lights and no sound, thankfully. I rushed to the laundry and grabbed the first thing I could, a night dress which covered me from neck to floor. Just like mother wore. That rang a bell for some reason. I slipped it on and buttoned it all the way up. My torn and tattered clothes I hid in the washing machine. I was completely and utterly exhausted. I made some coffee and sat on the settee. I put my coffee on the table and instantly fell asleep. It was 4.55 am. A knocking on the door woke me with a start. My head gave me an image of being fucked in rhythm with the knocking. I shook myself awake and looked at the wall clock it said 12.15. I had slept most of the day away. I opened the front door and was shocked to see it was Rachel. The whole night rushed back to me. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok." Rachel said. My head was spinning. I turned and walked back inside, leaving the door open which I suppose Rachel took as an invitation to come in. "My god it was all real wasn't it." I moaned, my hands to my head. "Are you alright Helen....sorry Mrs Stanton?" I laughed at the correction, in fact I was laughing hysterically as I fell to my knees in absolute floods of tears. Helen. The Long Weekend It took ages for me to calm down. Rachel disappeared and came back with some hot coffee. I sat in the chair and sipped at the coffee taking a moment to pull myself together. "Why?" I asked quietly, "Why did they do that to me?" "I'm sorry it just sort of got out of hand. It wasn't planned or anything." "THEY RAPED ME" I shouted. My anger was boiling over and I really didn't know if I would be able to control it. Rachel shot to her feet, "To begin with maybe Helen, but by the end it was you doing the raping. You couldn't get enough of them. Do you even remember what you did. Look at you. You have their come all over you, in your hair on your face all over your body. You did things with them even I have never done before." I shot out of my seat and dashed to the mirror. What I saw horrified me. Had William seen the state I was in? Did he have any idea what it was? The questions just kept coming. I took a deep breath. "I need a bath." I said quietly, "I ache all over." As I walked up the stairs it dawned on me that I hadn't even questioned her accusation that I had raped them. "I better leave." Rachel said, "I just wanted to make sure you were ok." "No." I said stopping on the stairs and looking at her, "You better come up. I need to know....well I need to know." I continued to the bathroom and turned the taps on. Rachel stood on the landing, waiting. I grabbed some clothes from the bedroom and a moment later I was soaking in a hot bath. "Don't wait out there. It's not like you haven't seen my naked body before is it. Or does my body disgust you now that your sober?" "No! How could it?" Rachel said softly, "You really don't know what a great body you have Mrs Stanton." "Stop calling me that for gods sake." I laughed, "We had sex last night and I am naked in my bath. Not quite what your Mrs Stanton would do is it? Call me Helen. Now tell me all about me. From your perspective, including last night." "Are you sure? You may not like what I have to say." "Don't worry your job is safe, I think. I don't know what your friends are going to say or do that will change that after last night." "Well if your sure, and they won't say or do anything. They are shit scared that you will call the police on them. Especially when I told them that I would be your witness Anyway. About you." I took a deep breath and waited for the onslaught. "Weeellllll, you do have a great body, I wish I had breasts like yours. The guys just loved them believe me. Its really a shame that you dress so....so....old." "What do you mean? Old. I have always dressed this way." Rachel got up and went out to the landing returning a moment later with a photo. She covered the top half with her hand said, "Who is this?" "That's my mother. Why?" She put her hands behind her back and brought another photo out. "Who is this?" "That's my...." I sat bolt upright, the water splashed over the rim and onto the floor, "....me. That's me when I joined the company. Mummy was so proud that she took the photo after the interview. But it's her. Isn't it? That's what your saying. I dress like her. No not 'like' I dress the same as my mother" "Well your clothes are a bit fuddy duddy for a young woman. It wasn't really till last night when you wore your posh frock, as we called it, that we realised that you didn't just dress like that for work but all the time." "Go and look in my wardrobe. Tell me what you think" She got up and returned a few minutes later and just sat down silently. "Weellllll? Don't just sit there. Say something." I said "Your in deep deep trouble if that is how you dress all the time. And with a body like yours. It's such a waste. It's awful." "That bad eh?" "Fraid so." "Ok that's my wardrobe destroyed. Anything else you can add to my destruction." "You really shouldn't try so hard to be horrible to other people. Deep down I think you're a really nice person but you just wont let go and be yourself. In fact that is probably the whole issue. You have been so controlled by other people you have never been yourself. Last night I think you just gave up trying to be what was expected of you because you felt you had no choice. So you just let it all go. And wow did you let go." I thought for a moment and she was right. First my parents and then my husband had their own expectations of me and I had always bent to their wishes without argument. "Your right about last night. Until you did....what you did to me, I fought them with everything I had. But then you gave me my first ever orgasm and my whole body screamed out for more. Judging by what you say, I must have been trying to make up for years of sexual frustration all in one night. Lets face it, it was never likely to happen again." "That's up to you. I don't know any guy that would turn you down. Not if you let go like last night. Or woman come to that." "What are you doing today?" I asked "Nothing really." "Good I am in need of a personal shopper. Fancy the job?" "Wow yeah too fucking right. Sorry." She squirmed at the swearing. "But you really must get a Brazilian." "What's that?" I asked, puzzled. She told me. "That sound really painful but but if that's what I need then ok." "And don't worry about the swearing, if what you say is true I probably threw a few fucks of my own last night." Strangely enough it actually felt good to swear. Rebellious. My mother would kill me if she heard, but maybe that was why it felt so good. "Go and make some more coffee then while I get dressed. I don't trust myself with you." "I don't mind." She smiled, "I would love another go with you." "I don't think I am ready for that yet. But soon I think." "Ok. Just let me know when." And off she went to make the coffee. By 5pm I had a completely new wardrobe. I wasn't sure if I would wear some of it but I got it anyway and Rachel made sure that I bought what she called transition clothing. Shorter, more revealing than what I wear now but not as fully visible as some of the totally outrageous things we got. I did have several new sets of underwear though. As I tried them on in the shop I could feel the stirring in my stomach. Rachel said I should try going without a bra. At home to begin with then when I went out. I can't go to work without a bra on. I would die." "Well it's ok for work I suppose till your used to it." Rachel said I was trying on some of the clothes when I heard the front door close. The clock told me it was William home from work and I hadn't warmed the coffee pot. I was half way down when I thought 'What the hell. He can warm his own coffee'. When I got to the kitchen he just ignored me. No questions about why I slept on the settee, or anything just completely ignored me. I have to admit I lost it. I grabbed my car keys and drove straight round to my parents house. Mother was away at Lourdes but I knew daddy was home and I was determined I was going to tell him. Make no mistake I was going to tell him. I let myself in and daddy was on the phone. "Just get it sorted out." He shouted and slammed the phone into the cradle so hard I thought it would break. He was angry. So was I . He was dressed in a bathrobe. I was dressed in a short summer dress half buttoned up and a pair of sexy black panties. No bra. "Fuck." I said to myself "What does it take for a man to get some peace around here." he said walking away from me, "What do you want?" "I'm getting a divorce." I blurted out, shaking. "Well you can't have one so go home." "I said." raising my voice now, "I'm getting a divorce. Not I want one." I was almost shouting now, something I had never done before. My father stopped in his tracks and slowly tuned, walking towards me he suddenly noticed what I was wearing. "What on earth are you wearing?" He grabbed the shoulder of my dress, "You look like a slut." As he pushed at me the buttons just popped off, the dress flew open and daddy's eyes showed how shocked he was. My breasts on full show and my small black panties covered nothing to speak about. "You slut." He said, grabbiing the panties by the waste, tugging them till they ripped. I stumbled back and fell across the chez lounge and before I knew it daddy was on top of me. I couldn't believe it as his throbbing cock rammed into me. "I'll show you what happens to sluts." He said. The force that he entered me started an immediate response from my pussy. I was pushing and fighting but daddy was a big man, and so was his cock. As with last night, in the end, I gave in to the inevitable. "Oh daddy, love me daddy, love me." It was all surprisingly quick. My orgasm hit me the moment I felt daddies seed fill my insides. My emotions were running wild. I was completely confused. I hung onto him not wanting him to see my face not wanting him to be ashamed but to no avail. He pulled away from me and ran upstairs mumbling over and over "I am so sorry, so sorry." I gave him a few minutes then put on what was left of my dress and went upstairs to his bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed his head in his hands. He had been crying but stopped. I put my arm round his shoulder and he tried to shrug me off. "Daddy don't. Please. I want to hold you. I'm truly sorry." "What do you have to be sorry for. I am your father. This should not have happened." "Daddy I need to talk to you. I need to explain what has happened to me. It's important." He just nodded. I told him everything. From the rape to the total enjoyment of what was happening. Even how I had enjoyed what he had done to me. "You and mummy have controlled my life for too long. I have always done as you directed. Married who you directed me to marry. Last night showed me that the woman you saw as your little girl is not who I really am. I know your....our, religion forbids sex for fun but I loved it, every minute of it. If I am totally honest, I want more." I stopped and waited for him to hit the roof again, without the sex. He paused, "I wasn't always a catholic you know. I converted so that I could marry your mother. I loved her deeply once. I have gone along with her wishes for so long it is now just so natural to agree with her. I am so sorry for what we have done to you, and yes, you should be allowed to make your own choices. And as to what happened downstairs I will never ever forgive myself and will totally understand if you never wish to see me again. But please please don't tell your mother. It would destroy her." "You weren't listening daddy. I loved it. And if your sex life with mummy is anything like mine with William it is probably non existent. When was the last time you had a bloody good fuck?" "Helen!" He said, shocked. "Language please and don't be so rude." "Daddy, you can be as uptight as you like but this tells me your loving it." 'This' of course was his rock hard erection. He went to push my hand away, "Don't." I said sternly and to my utter surprise he didn't. He didn't stop me touching him, or sucking him or even when I mounted him. "You are so gorgeous." He moaned as he rubbed my nipples between his fingers, "And your such a naughty girl." "Make me come daddy, make me come." As my orgasm began to rise I was in heaven. Finally I was being fucked by somebody who really loved me, even if it was daddy. Daddy lifted my buttocks slightly and slid in and out of my wet throbbing pussy as though we had been doing it all our lives. He was a perfect lover and read my body perfectly. As my orgasm hit me he speeded up but not too much, just enough to make it the best orgasm I had so far, it was an enormous explosion in my stomach that flew through my chest and out of my mouth, it was so intense that my scream was silent, I was shaking violently and ramming down on daddy to keep it going. Finally it began to subside and I fell forward, my head on the pillow next to daddy's. He put his arms round me and patiently waited for me to regain some semblance of sanity. "You do know how wrong this is don't you baby?" "How can it be wrong when it feels so good daddy? Anyway we can always confess on Sunday. I am sure father John will understand." "Don't you dare my girl." Daddy said rolling me on my back and smiling into my face. "But daddy, we always go to confession on Sunday." "That's as maybe, but this cannot, ever, go any further. And it can never happen again." I gave him a cheeky grin and put my arms around his neck, "Ok daddy. If you say so daddy." Then I pulled him to me and gave him a kiss. He was expecting the usual daughters peck but I pulled his lips to mine and kissed a man, not daddy. My tongue slipping between his lips as he tried to pull away. Finally I let him go, laughing. He slapped my thigh and said, "You are one bad little girl." "Ooo daddy are you going to spank your naughty girl." I laughed as I turned onto my stomach offering my naked bum to him. He slapped me hard on my rump, "Get some clothes on we need to talk. Downstairs young lady." He left the room dressed in his bathrobe. I grabbed one of his shirts out of his drawer and pu it on, doing up a single button. I was really feeling free. The difference in me in the last 24 hours was, well, I was unrecognisable. My mind was just running wild and it seemed to be all about sex and the future. A future I would never have dreamed of before I was so violently raped. That thought made me smile. I walked into the kitchen where daddy was making coffee, "I thought you were going out daddy." "Only a drink with Alex. I put him off. We really do need to talk." Feeling a little deflated I said, "Ok daddy. Have I gone too far? Am I asking to much?" We spoke for over an hour. About his life with mummy and my life with William. About just about every aspect of life really, how he wished things had been different and how I wished my childhood and even my teenage years had been different and most of all how I should have allowed to grow up in my own way. Finally we talked about what had happened to me the night before. I found it embarrassing but daddy, bless him, was patient and in the end I just blurted it all out. "I am so sorry Helen." Daddy said quietly. "Don't be daddy. I hated it when it started but in the end I loved every minute of it. I woke up daddy. I woke up to life. I loved what happened last night and loved what happened with us. I don't want it to stop. I want to have sex, make love with a man that loves me for me." "Well I really meant that I was sorry for your whole life. The way I allowed your mother to control both yours and my life to such an extent but, I promise it will change." "And what about....us daddy?" "What has happened has happened and it cannot be undone. But if we take it any further then it will be by design. Not stupid impulse. I don't want it to happen I have to admit, but on the other hand I doubt very much if I could or would ever want to resist you." "Oh daddy." I said running around the table I gave him a huge hug. "It's very late daddy. Why don't you put me to bed. And daddy." "Yes little one." Daddy said with wry grin. "After last night I don't want to be alone can I sleep in you bed, pweeeeez daddy pretty pweez." I hugged him tight like I used to when I was a child. He picked me up and carried me to bed. His bed, and we made love. Soft gentle love until dawn. I doubt if I will ever feel that happy or that fulfilled again in my whole life. Finally I curled up in his arms and fell into a happy dreamless sleep. I awoke to a nibbling on my ears, I ignored it but the tongue playing with my nipples was too much. I opened my eyes and watched for a second as daddy played with my erect nipple. He looked up at me and smiled. "I hate to wake you but Mrs Johnson will be here in an hour to do the cleaning and, err, make the bed." I sat up saying, "Ohh naughty daddy. What will she think when both sides of the bed have been used." "Oh that is simple I will spill this cup of coffee and then strip the bed. See how deceitful your making me. Here have some breakfast." he placed a lap tray on the bed with hot coffee and toast. I think we both wanted to say something about last night but neither one of us wanted to spoil anything so I waited till I had finished eating. "I don't think I have ever been as happy as you made me feel last night daddy." "I'm glad little one. I was a little worried that you may see things differently once you woke up. I am extremely happy with the way things went and have to admit that I have never, ever, felt so happy. Not even with your mother. Now get up and get dressed so I can ruin this bedding." "Daddy. Do you remember why I came round last night?" "Do you mean apart from driving me into a sexual frenzy?" He laughed, "Yes I do. I have been looking at it for the last hour or so. The house is yours if you want it. Your mother never knew the details of the purchase but I put a clause in that stated if you ever got divorced the house, or proceeds from it would go entirely to you. You will have to let me know anything else that you may want from the marriage and I will see what I can do." "No just the house and furnishings. I don't want anything from William. It's not his fault. What about mummy. She will be so angry." "Let me tell your mother. You however will have to tell William. If your mother throws me out, I will have to come and stay with you wont I." He laughed I threw my arms round his neck and gave him a huge kiss. Half an hour later I was showered and dressed in a black loose skirt and white blouse, some of my old clothes that mother refused to throw away. The blouse was a bit tight and I had no underwear to put on but I looked decent enough for the ride home. I said my farewells to daddy, jumped into my car and drove off. As I drove away I was thankful that I not only had an ally but a lover, a real lover. Now I just had to sort out the rest of my life. I still had no idea what my rapists had in mind for me. Rachel seemed pretty sure that they would not use what they knew to fuck me again, but I would have to wait and see. I went upstairs to get changed and to throw away all my old clothes. As I walked past the landing mirror I realised that I looked like a schoolgirl in my black skirt and white blouse which was a little too small for me. I went into the bedroom and looked in the full length mirror. I smiled as I thought of daddy playing with my nipples and they started to swell, poking through the thin material. I undid a couple of buttons and had to admit that I did have quite a nice body. My breasts were firm and I suppose quite large and as I exercised regularly I had a thin waist and small hips, which accentuated my breasts even more. I heard a noise downstairs. "Helen." William called, "Helen are you home?" I ran to the top of the stairs. William should be at work. "Oh there you are. Father John wants to speak with you." Father John appeared smiling, looking up the stairs. I was confused. Why was William not at work? And why did father John want to see me? I did my best to keep smiling as I went down the stairs. "What can I do for you father?" I asked. "Nothing to worry about Helen. William here seemed to think something was wrong and came to ask my advice." "Errr. Well there's nothing wrong that I know of father." I said looking at William with daggers, not that he noticed. Father John just smiled. "Well shall we go in here." He said opening the door to the lounge. "Then we can talk privately." Still somewhat bemused I went in followed by father John. William just smiled and closed the door leaving the two of us alone. Father John is in his fifty's and as usual dressed all in black. He sat on the settee while I paced up and down trying to think what on earth William had been saying. "William tells me you went out with your work colleagues." Helen. The Long Weekend "Yes." I wanted to say more but warning signals went off in my head. "He said that you came home in the early hours and slept on the settee. He said....you were a little dishevelled. He was concerned but not sure whether or not to say anything to you and then you just rushed out last night and he hasn't seen you since. Did something happen Helen? While you were out." Time seemed to standstill. What the hell was I going to say. "I can't talk about it father. You will tell William and my mother. They must never know." "Do you wish to confess my dear?" That was it. That was my way out. If I confess, father John would never tell William or anybody else. I would confess. On two other occasions father John had heard my confession in this room. Both times when I had been ill and unable to attend church. He was sitting with his legs spread, as men do so I fell to my knees close enough to the settee that he couldn't close them. It wasn't planned this way it just happened. But I did know he could see a lot of my cleavage. I clasped my hands together, "Please father will you hear my confession?" "Yes my child." I took a deep breath and with my eyes closed started to tell him what happened. After a few moments I felt him shift his position so I opened my eyes, still looking down, right at his crotch. Something was stirring. I gave an inner smile and felt the devil rise in me. I threw myself forward bursting into imaginary tears, my head resting on my hands and my hands resting on his cock. I carried on with my confession, The more I told him the more his cock stirred. My hands started helping him along. "They put their....things in my hand father and made me rub them." I rubbed his erection, "It was awful father, " He was now fully erect and his breathing was unsteady. "While one of them penetrated my....my....bum hole father another made me undo his zipper.... My fingers played with his zip. I expected him to push me away. " he made me unzip him father (as I tell him what happened I am doing the same to him) and reach inside. I felt his hard throbbing thing father then he made me pull it out and before I knew it he thrust it into my mouth." "Oh god forgive me." father John said as I thrust his cock deep into my mouth. His hand however went to my head to hold me in place, or so I like to believe. Apart from daddy I had only ever had cock forced into my throat, so I didn't know if I was any good at it, but the comment that Albert had made came to my thoughts and I worked father Johns cock like my life depended on it, for all of three minutes. At which point he shot his seed deep into my throat. I don't know how long it had been since he last had an orgasm but I thought I was going to drown on the amount of come he blasted down my throat. I cleaned up every last drop and then sat back looking at him. "My problem father, if you want to call it that, is the fact that after the first two men used me getting fucked in all my holes by sixteen men and a woman was absolutely wonderful. I loved every minute of it and was gagging for more." Father John had quickly put his now limp cock back in his trousers and looked completely dazed by what I had just said, and the smile on my face as I said it. "I....I....eerrr....don't think I can give you penance. I will need to do some serious thinking. I will call you later this afternoon." He was out the front door like a greyhound out of a trap. I was laughing, when I heard William behind me. Anger rose swift and hard. "How dare you. How fucking dare you go to MY priest and drag him round here because you don't have the fucking guts to talk to me." He was totally stunned at my onslaught, made worse by the fact that I was walking towards him with each word I spoke "Helen. Good lord what has come over you. Your language please. Calm down." "Oh I am calm William. I am very calm. Pack your fucking bags and get the fuck out of my house. We, are getting divorced." I stopped walking, crossed my arms and glared at him, my head held high, aloof. He just gaped, open mouthed at me as I went into the kitchen. I made a cup of coffee and sat quietly, chilling. Happy. Half an hour later William came in suitcase in hand "I shall be at mothers when you come to your senses" he said. "Keys!" I said sharply, holding out my hand. "Pardon" "The house keys William. You wont be needing them any more." Poor thing, his mother was more dominating than mine. He was a wimp. He calmly handed over the keys, turned and left. A strange feeling came over me. Like a huge weight had just floated away. I wandered around the house expecting to find, I don't know what. It was just so strange to think that I was alone. It frightened me a little. I rang daddy, "I told William and I threw him out." "A little drastic my dear." "Well he went to father John. He brought him here to hear my confession daddy." "Oh dear. I can understand that may have been a bit awkward. So what did you confess?" "Oh I confessed everything daddy." I said, smiling. "What? You didn't." I laughed down the phone, "Don't worry daddy I only got up to sucking my first cock before I had father Johns in my mouth." "You didn't. What did he do?" "He nearly drowned me with his come. I never knew a man could hold so much, especially in such a small cock." "So will he say anything. Does he know about me, us?" "No daddy, don't worry I would never tell anybody about us. I love you too much for that. Anyway I just wanted you to know. Love you, bye." "Bye baby. You take it easy now." I was alone again but I did feel a lot more relaxed. I headed for the stairs and the phone rang. "Hello." "Argh Helen. It's father John." "Hello father. What can I do for you?" I tried to sound as sexy as possible, which is surprisingly hard when you have never done it before. "I need you to come to the vicarage. I need you to be dressed exactly as you were when I saw you this morning." "Exactly like this morning father?" I asked "Yes Helen. I eerr. I went to my confessor, father Thomas after I left you. I'm sorry but I told him everything. I told him how much I resisted but that you were dressed so provocatively....He said that I cannot give you penance. That he must do it as I have been tainted by the devil." "But it was confession father." I said angrily, "It was private between me and my confessor." "But it still is. Only now my confessor knows. It is still private but he is going to tell the Bishop unless he believes I was tempted beyond reasonable control. You have to see him. He has to see what you were wearing so that he can judge for himself. Please Helen. Neither of us want him to go to the Bishop do we?" I was seriously annoyed. But there was no way I wanted it to go any further. "I will be there in ten minutes." I looked down at myself. All I had on was a blouse, that was too small and a skirt that just above the knee. No bra and no panties. "Oh well," I thought, "He did say dressed as I was." It wasn't likely that father Thomas would notice anyway. After all he was in his eighties. I got in the car and arrived a few minutes later. Father John ushered me in, checking the street to see if anyone was looking. He closed the door and looked at me. "Good, good. Thank you for doing this Helen. Err yes that looks fine, could we just eerr undo another button maybe." I did as he asked. "Yes that's it, much better. This way." I followed him through the public area of the vicarage and into the residential area. In the lounge father Thomas was sitting in an armchair. I felt really embarrassed as he looked me up and down. "Is it true what father John has told me?" "That depends on what he told you." I said cheekily Father Thomas banged his hands on the arm of the chair, "Don't play with me child. Is it true?" Suitably chastised I put my hands in front of me and lowered my gaze "Yes father. I'm afraid it is." "That's better child. A little humility never hurts. Now come and sit here." He patted the arm of the chair, "And I will here your confession." It seemed strange to have to sit on the arm of the chair, but I did as instructed. I had to put one foot on the floor and the other across his legs or I would have fallen off. I also had to put one arm behind him and grip hold of the back of the chair to make sure I didn't slide off. "That's it my child. Now close your eyes and keep them closed while I hear your confession." He said, emphasising the 'keep' "Yes father." I really didn't feel comfortable telling the whole story again but really didn't see what choice I had. I had barely started when I felt a hand on my leg. The skirt had risen up a little due to the way I was sitting. I stopped talking. "Carry on my dear. Don't stop now that we have begun." I felt, rather than knew that he wasn't interested in my confession. But to be honest I just refused to think it was possible that this eighty year old priest was interested in anything other than my confession. How wrong I was. I continued. As I spoke his hand went to my pussy, he gently slid a finger inside and then moved on up my body. The buttons on my blouse were undone and his fingers caressed my nipples, then I felt his hot breath as his mouth closed on a nipple, his fingers playing with the other. As I got to the part where I had to unzip and pull the guys trousers down he said, "Show me." My eyes flew open. He was still playing with my nipple, Father John helped me stand up, sliding my blouse off my arms. Father Thomas stood up, gazing, with a huge smile on his face. Now I understood. I didn't need the devil to drive me this time. Playing with my nipples had already turned me on. I slowly went ot my knees and pulled down his zipper, then lowered his trousers. I nearly laughed when I saw his Hawaii boxers but managed to restrain myself as he stepped out of them. He was certainly ready, his erection, larger than father john's was standing proud. I slowly put my lips to it and then slid it all the way in, as far as I could, right into my throat. This must have been a little to much too soon for the old boy because he fell back into the chair yanking his cock free. I moved forward and again started to suck on him, I was determined to do the very best I could do. I heard some movement behind me then a hand went to my wet pussy. A finger slid and I let out an involuntary moan. Another finger was added and started to pump my wet hole A moment later the fingers were gone and I felt a stiff cock nudging the entrance to that hot place. As it slid in the thought hit me that I was being fucked by fathers John (and) Thomas. I almost laughed out loud. It didn't take long. I have to admit that I was surprised how long father Thomas lasted. He was still holding it off when father John filled my pussy with his come, not as much as before but enough o dribble down my legs. Then I sensed that father Thomas was losing control so I rammed him deep into my throat three or four times and finally he shot his load into my mouth. I deliberately let some slide down my chin as I pulled away. I really tried hard not to smile but it was just too hard I was grinning from ear to ear. Father John was sitting on the floor naked and father Thomas was slouched in the armchair with his eyes closed, smiling. I sat on the floor and waited. Slowly father Thomas regained his composure but left his trousers on the floor. "This," he said, holding his limp cock, "Has been sucked by boys girls men and women. But it has never been sucked like that. You have a unique talent my dear. Now, for your penance. For something as severe as you have confessed to me today, I think a penance just as sever is called for. Would you agree?" "You have to be kidding me." I said a bit surprised. The look on his face told me to shut up. So I did. "Your penance is this. You will come here every Friday and you will confess to father John and I. Every Friday. Understood?" I smiled. "Yes father Thomas. I understand. Every Friday. I take it that the Bishop will not need to hear of my sins then?" "Mmmm, not for now but maybe he can join in at some later date." He smile broadly "As you wish father. May I get dressed now or do you have further use of me?" "At my age my dear it will be next Friday before I am able to err, confess you again. Just be, shall we say, suitably dressed." "Yes father." I slipped my blouse back on and father john showed me out with a final squeeze of my breasts. When I got home it suddenly dawned on me that what seemed like a lifetimes worth of fucking had all happened in a weekend. What would the coming weeks and months have to offer I wondered. Mikro Not sure if I will write a second chapter to this story yet. There are some obvious directions I could go. The Bishop and the boss to name but two. I don't want to go the usual blackmail route other than in a light manner. I have some ideas like taking the group on one of those company bonding things where you get dumped in the middle of nowhere for 'fun'. But I would be interested in hearing any ideas that you the reader may have. I will add an acknowledgement for any idea I may use.