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The Vicar's Wife
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, witchcraft

When my husband, the Reverend Jonathan Clark, got his first church I was really pleased that he seemed to have won first prize in the ecumenical lottery. As a new vicar he was given the curate's post at the village of Normanton St Peters, even the village name sounded highly religious.

I was taken down for a visit the week before my husband was due to take over the church, we met the retiring vicar, a lovely man, not of retirement age though, unfortunately he was retiring on the grounds of ill health and even though he was only fifty-five years old, he looked closer to seventy.

My husband thought that not having a wife to help shoulder the burdens of parish life could have been a contributing factor to his predecessor's ill health. I was under no illusions that I would be working for the parish almost as hard as my husband, once we got moved in that was.

How to describe the village, definitely chocolate box lid country, the village started on the banks of a stream and climbed up the side of a gently sloping valley, the top of the valley was covered in ancient woodlands. Most of the houses were painted white with reed thatching over their roofs. The vicarage was one of the few red brick properties in the whole village and at only one hundred and ten years old, one of the newest too.

One of the things that surprised me about the village was, even though it was close to London, it wasn't a dormitory village for Londoners with huge salaries, most of the people living in the village were either retired or worked within five miles of the village. It had a thriving primary school as well as a middle school, it was just a pity that children at thirteen had to leave the village to go by bus to the comprehensive school ten miles to the south of the village.

While Reverend Matthew Bonnington took Jonathan around the village to meet as many of the villagers as he could, I busied myself getting to know the vicarage and the church hall, it was obvious that the house needed a woman's touch, I measured the windows for curtains and places that I wanted various cupboards and wardrobes, to see if our furniture would fit in and also, when new furniture would be needed after we moved in.

When the men returned, Jonathan looked shaken, his face was ashen and there were beads of sweat on his forehead that were not caused by the temperature of the day. Matthew took me to one side, "I took Jonathan to see one of the older villagers, not one of my flock sadly, Old Ben Cooper was a self confessed Druid but I liked him, spent many hours arguing Christianity versus the old pagan religions, I only really took Jonathan to meet him because of John's interest in comparative religion. Ben passed away as we were about to leave, just as he was shaking hands with your husband. I don't think Jonathan has ever seen a man die before." I tried to comfort my husband but I noticed subtle changes in his character, he had been very interested in comparative religions but now he seemed more driven, now he seemed to have a need to explore the old religions and he wanted to write a book on the comparison between Paganism and Christianity.

Moving day was a challenge, all of my life and all of my husband's life packed into three removals vans, well, into two vans, the third was basically my husband's library. It had been his intention that, now his studies were over and he had been ordained, he would research a new book on comparative religions. That subject had been my husband's passion for many years and he was looking forward to a quiet little parish to give him the free time for his research and writing.

It took over a week to sort out the boxes and get the vicarage straightened out but we managed to get it all done in time for my husband's first service. On the following Monday I was washing the choir's vestments, I had been shocked at just how grubby they had looked on Sunday but of course, the previous vicar hadn't got a wife to keep things straight.

I had just hung out eight surpluses to dry in the sun and returned to the house when I noticed a large gentleman in a badly fitting suit coming down the path to the front door. My husband opened it, I heard the man introduce himself as senior warder Patrick Walker from Ainslea Open Prison. He was invited in and my husband called out to me to ask if I could make some tea.

When I took in a pot of tea, two cups and a plate with cakes on it, into the study, my Jonathan had a very worried look on his face. "But, according to my predecessor's diary that meant that he was prison visiting for over two hours a day, every day apart from Sundays!" I poured the tea and handed Patrick and my husband a slice of cake each, then I got the gist of the request that Patrick had made of my husband.

Just over the hill there was an open prison, it had been there for six years, all prisons had people called prison visitors who went into the prison once a year or so to report on the quality of life of the prisoners and to highlight any problems other than strict prison code violations. The former vicar had taken on the prison visitor role as the prison had been built within his parish and because he was a vicar and well trusted by both prison staff and inmates, he used to go and sit in on every disciplinary case, to see that fare play was being observed.

It had been noted that prisoners would ask to see the vicar rather than causing trouble, they would use him in an arbitration role and because of that, the number of reported infringements of disciplinary code was half that of any comparable prison in the country.

Patrick had four requests for the prison visitor's attention but because of the changeover in vicars, a fifth case had already tipped over into trouble, a serious fight between two inmates that had resulted in one being hospitalised and the other spending two weeks in the secure wing. I could see my husband's predicament; if he took on the role it would leave him precious little time to research his book or to write. Our time in the parish would also be severely limited, seven years tops, then they would move us on, if we got an inner city parish, then any thoughts of writing would go out of the window.

My Jonathan asked, "Isn't there anyone else who could do the job? I mean, you have your own pastor inside the prison don't you?" "We do, he's seen as staff though by the prisoners and he's too friendly with the staff to exert that unbiased position the prisoners are used to having!" "What about someone else from the village, I mean, does it have to be the vicar?" "Well, no, it doesn't have to be the vicar but when they built the prison they didn't make any friends in the village, most of the villagers have been campaigning to have us closed down, there would be a lack of trust there too!"

I knew that my husband was on the very edge of agreeing to become the official prison visitor, I could almost see him getting depressed at the thought of giving up his dream of writing his book, possibly until after he retired. So it was my turn to say something, "What about someone else, someone with no axe to grind, someone like me?" "My husband's face brightened and then he looked worried, "No darling, I couldn't ask you to do anything like that for me!" "Look, the church groups that I had expected to chair are all being looked after by women in the village because there was no vicar's wife until now. I could tread on a lot of toes and upset half the village by sticking my nose in to things, or I could do something really useful to allow you a little free time for your other passion!"

Patrick seemed happy at the suggestion, my husband looked genuinely relieved too, I didn't mind at all, part of the deal with being the vicar's wife was to try and lighten his load as much as possible. I watched as Patrick left, 'no car', I noted as he strolled along the footpath that skirted the village, the church and the vicarage were the highest point that had been built up the side of the valley but to the southern end of the village, the northerner end was the woodland that wrapped over the top of the hill and beyond it, the prison.

I watched Patrick until he disappeared into the wood, the footpath wasn't very wide but it was well maintained and was low impact being made of wood chippings with edgings of rough wood planks cut from fallen trees from the wood itself. I well understood that I wouldn't be called upon to visit the prison until I had been checked and verified, they would need to CRB check me, just to ensure that I had no criminal record, so I put it out of my mind for the time being.

I did a salad for lunch as it was so hot, we ate in the garden under a parasol with a glass of fruity white wine, it was either the Elder Flower wine, home made by Elizabeth Pettigrew, the chairwoman of the WI or the Nitro-Glycerine in a bottle that, Colonel fforbes-Patterson, the owner of Glebe Farm, handed to us on our first day in the vicarage. A deep voice called out from the side gate to see if anyone was home. I staggered on unsteady legs to open the gate. "I knocked at the front but there was no answer, then I heard voices in the garden."

Standing there was a six foot tall man with silver hair and a bushy moustache flecked with salt and pepper, the uniform and peak cap gave away his occupation and his military bearing gave a clue to his actual job, "I'm Baxter, Head of security and assistant warden at HMP Aineslea." I invited him into the garden and we sat at the picnic table so that 'Baxter' could fill in the forms and he had a briefcase with him that, once set up, took my photograph and automatically produced an ID card for me.

"I got all the information I needed from the Bishop to check into your background, as the vicar's wife, they already had all the information we needed, would you like a lift to the prison or will you be walking like the old vicar preferred?" "What?" "Well, we already have five outstanding requests and every day the tensions are rising." Well, I'm not sure exactly where to go, so I may need a lift this first time." That was a load of bull really, I was a little too worse for wear after a glass of home-made wine with my lunch, I doubted I'd get over the hill in one piece.

I stood up to lead the way out of the garden, but before I took a step, 'Baxter' said, "Wouldn't you prefer to change before we go?" "Why, is there a dress code I need to know about?" "No, no dress code but at Aineslea, we've never had a female prison visitor before and the prison population are all men and most of the staff is male too, they aren't use to a pretty woman like yourself over on the other side of the hill."

I nudged my husband from his half sleep, asked him what he thought of the way I was dressed, "Perfectly my dear, you're dressed perfectly!" I looked at 'Baxter' and raised my eyebrows; he nodded his head and then gestured for me to lead the way once again.

Once inside the prison's security office, a female warder searched my handbag, she wanted to pat me down as I was going into the general prison area and not the visitors wing but 'Baxter' told her there was nowhere I could possibly hide anything the way I was dressed, she wasn't happy but 'Baxter' was the head of security.

I was taken out into the main prison, well, it was a huge lawned area with two story buildings on three sides, there were five men tending the flower borders around the edge of the area and one cutting the grass to within a millimetre of its life. All work stopped as soon as I stepped out into the sun, a dozen eyes followed me across to the administration block, the warder who was managing the working party waited until I stepped through the door and out of view before he shouted for everyone to get back to work.

As we walked through the building, everyone stopped and stared at me as I passed, I had never thought of myself as pretty or remarkable, just a 'plane Jayne' really but the way these men were looking at me, the pure, or should that be the impure, lust in their eyes made me walk a few inches taller, made me swish my bottom a little more than usual.

I was directed into a small anti-room, a sofa and two comfortable chairs around a coffee table, a tray was produced with a coffee pot and plate of biscuits with two cups on the tray. There was a kitchen unit in the corner of the room, behind the sofa, I sat on the sofa and a prisoner, named Dave Goodman was 'marched' into the room, the officer who escorted him in handed me a clipboard with a pen attached on a short chain. I read the short passage on the form clipped to the board and then asked the man what it was that he wanted to say.

The prison officer was standing outside the room, looking through the window as Dave went through his story; I noticed that he was sitting very upright in the seat opposite the sofa where I was sitting and then it dawned on me that the man was actually trying to look down the front of my dress. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" He nodded his head and I leaned forward to pour out two cups of coffee, as I did his eyes followed my movement, I realised that the box neck of my summer dress was hanging forward and showing off my bra and the exposed cleavage of my thirty-six inch c-cup breasts, no more than anyone would see on a beach at that time of the year, but I guess these men didn't get to go to the beach all that often.

During the thirty minutes that I was talking to Dave, I leaned forward often to pick up my cup or put it down again or to pick up a biscuit from the small plate, by the time his interview was over there was quite a bulge in his trousers and before he left the room, he took both cups over to the sink and washed and dried them both before returning them to the tray, as the warder opened the door for him to leave I heard him ask to go to the toilet.

Patrick Walker joined me in the small room, "Did you promise Mr. Goodman anything?" "No, I didn't say much at all, just told him that I would discuss his request with you and get back to him." We discussed around the issues and Patrick asked what I felt would be right; I gave my opinion, "That settles it then, I'll go with your decision in this case." And with that Patrick Walker left the room and another prisoner, Dale Derbyshire, not his birth name, he changed his name by deed-pole just because he loved hearing the 'screws' calling out 'Derbyshire Dale' which was where he came from.

His complaint was that warders often disrespected him by using his birth name instead of his chosen name and it had caused him to flare up and actually hit one warder. Dale was far less subtle than Dave, after I leaned forward and he had seen down the top of my dress, he slouched down in his seat so that he could get a better look at my legs, I was ultra turned on at the blatant way he was doing it too, he looked over at the door, the warder was still there but it was obvious that he was reading something rather than watching Dale as closely as he should, Dale stretched his legs out under cover of the coffee table, he could just reach my right foot, he tapped the inside of my foot with the toe of his shoes, I looked at the door nervously, the guard wasn't actually looking in anymore!

Dale tapped my foot again and as I looked over at him, he jerked his head; I took it as an indication that he wanted me to move my right foot, further to the right. One last look at the door and I moved my right foot, as soon as I did, the bottom hem of my dress slid up my thighs slightly, Dale slipped down in his seat more and he smiled, as he did a shiver ran down my spine, Dale slipped his uniform jacket off and placed it on his right knee, then, using his left hand he began to rub his cock through his trousers.

Dale kept looking from me to the door, then he moved slightly, I spotted his cock head peeping over the waistband of his trousers, then it jerked slightly and I watched as a jet of semen shot off over his shirt front. He laughed out loud, "I can tell that I didn't manage to convince you with my bull-shit story, take my advice, recommend to the governor that I lose a month's privileges and three months loss of remission. He'll respect you a lot for that. And it'll be well worth doing an extra three months if you come around once a month!"

Dale washed the cups, then he felt the coffee pot, "I'll ask the screw if he wants me to make another pot of coffee for you, the ladies toilet is right next to the kitchen, if I were you, I'd need a pee after all of that coffee." There was another smile and he picked up the coffee pot and the plate of biscuits, now much depleted and left the room.

I went to the door that Patrick Walker had come through earlier, it was his office; I was using his anti-room for my interviews. Patrick looked up from his desk, "I think he's lying his head off, I suggest loss of privileges and some loss of remission." Patrick laughed, "I think you are the first visitor ever to suggest a punishment for someone they're here to represent, I think we'll get on very well."

The outer door to Patrick's office was open; Patrick called the warder from outside, "I'll see Mr. Derbyshire next," "He's just making a pot of coffee for the interview room sir." "Fine, you march the next one in for his interview and then bring Mr. Derbyshire in to me for punishment please."

I stepped back into the anti-room, paced up and down a few times and then headed for the outer door; the warder was sorting out the paperwork for the next grievance, "Is there a bathroom I could use?" "Second door on the left madam, just before the open door which is the kitchen, there's a light switch on the right just inside."

As I walked along the passageway I heard the warder heading out towards the quadrangle and the wider prison beyond. I opened the door and the room was in total darkness and as there were no lights in the passageway that were close by I couldn't even see the light switch. I stepped into the toilet and rubbed my hand up and down the wall, searching for the light switch, eventually I found the switch plate but I also felt fingers covering the actual switch mechanism.

A hand covered my mouth and l was pushed against the hand basin, another hand was pulling at the bottom of my dress and began pulling it up over my face and pushed over the top of my head, while that was happening I heard the door lock being turned, so there were two men in the toilet with me.

The man who was touching me rubbed both hands over my breasts, over the outside of my bra and then down onto my ribs before being pushed back up, under my bra and lifting that up and under my chin. While rough hands manipulated and palpated my breasts, a slightly stubble covered face pressed against mine, his lips against my lips before slipping down to suck, bite and chew on my nipples. Other hands were pulling my knickers down, right down to my feet, my right foot was lifted and my knickers pulled away from my right ankle, then my left foot was lifted, again my knickers were removed before my left foot was placed on top of the toilet seat.

The man sucking my tits thrust his body against mine, I felt the heat from his abdomen and realised that he had already dropped his trousers, as he stabbed his cock against the outside of my vagina, the other man lifted my right foot and put it on top of the litter bin, then I was lifted up and my bottom pushed over the top of the hand basin, the cold porcelain a shock against my bare bottom but nowhere close to the shock of a cock, other than my husband's exploring the inside of my body.

I hadn't been a virgin when I met my husband but even so, he wouldn't have sex with me until after we'd married, although we came very close several times, heavy petting turning into mutual masturbation but since I had met my husband I'd never thought about another man until that afternoon. The man fucking me fired off well before he started to give me any pleasure at all and as he grunted into me, the other guy was fondling my breasts and rubbing his hands all over my body.

The climax was overwhelming for the man, he almost passed out from the exertion of it all, I was overwhelmed by the flood of semen washing through my body. The hands against my breasts held me in place on the hand basin, my back pressing against the wall. The man who fucked me left the room as the second man lined his cock up with me, I heard the door lock once again, so I worried that there may be a third man in the toilet.

It took the second man so long to cum, fortunately for me as he at least got me off, I realised it was probably Dale and it took him so long to cum because he had brought himself off in front of me during our interview. After he finished fucking me, he withdrew his cock and the door opened and closed again, I heard the door lock and sat for a few moments expecting a third man to take his stand in front of the hand basin, after a minute or two I realised that I was alone in the room, I slid off of the sink, quite literally as there was so much 'man-slime' dribbling out of my pussy, I found the light switch and turned it on.

For some reason the plug had been placed in the plughole in the sink and as I turned around looking for my knickers, I noticed what looked like a cup full of semen in the sink, well, semen and my own 'excitement-juice' too. My knickers though were distinctly absent from the toilet, I used a mountain of toilet tissues to clean between my legs, with the amount of semen in the basin I was surprised that there was any more to leak out of my body.

I pulled my bra cups back into place over my breasts, then, even though it was a struggle, I managed to get my dress back over my head so that it stopped being a weird bolero jacket with an over full back. I washed my hands and used the hot air drier but before I could get to the door, there were streams of semen rolling down the insides of both of my thighs. I cleaned myself up once again and this time I wadded up a load of toilet paper and inserted it into my vagina, if they had allowed me to bring my handbag through I'd have had my emergency tampon in there, that would have sorted the leakage problem out.

The warder was standing in the passage with an older man standing to attention behind him; I found it difficult to get my head away from what had just happened in the toilet, the man had to repeat most of what he was saying at least twice but I got the gist of his request, his mother was ill and he was applying for compassionate leave to visit her in hospital, the deputy head warden had refused because of some minor disciplinary problem three months earlier. I managed to snap myself out of my foggy mindedness, "Since your loss of privileges have you behaved yourself?" He assured me that he had been on his best behaviour since that incident.

He washed his cup, I had decided not to have another cup of coffee as it seemed to make me desperate to go to the toilet, well, it was either the coffee or, well, some other kind of liquid that can become addictive if you weren't careful. I went into Patrick's office, "I think you should have him on the bus home before dinner tonight." "But if I did that, my deputy would seriously lose face." "Can I go above your head?" Patrick smiled at me and he dialled a telephone number, he handed me the phone before he dialled the final number.

"Principle private secretary to the Minister of Justice, how may I help you?" I almost shit myself, it took me an age of babbling into the phone to get my message over, I felt that the punishment for the infringement had been loss of privileges with no loss of remission and as a punishment that seemed fair to me but, as the prisoner had been trying to keep his nose clean in the interim, it was unfair to punish him again for his crime of months ago.

I was told to pass the phone over to Patrick, there was little conversation from Patrick, then he put the phone down, "I can see that I'm not going to get my own way very often with you, the Minister himself has instructed me to have him at his mother's bedside in time for visiting tonight." I was walking on air for the rest of the time I was there, two more prisoners to listen too, two more young men to look down the front of my dress, two more young men to look up my dress, only now I had to be more careful just what I displayed as I didn't have my knickers on, the last man, just twenty two actually saw more than I had intended him to see, his eyes almost popped out of his head and he suddenly went very quiet.

I walked home after almost four hours in the prison helping four men and agreeing to the punishment of a fifth, as soon as I turned out of the main gate, the wolf-whistles and cat calling started from the prisoners working in the fields behind the prison. Dale Derbyshire appeared out of the orchard, using the trees to screen him from the main building and the watching staff, "You were fucking fantastic miss, really a great sport, they only gave me two weeks punishment and three month loss of remission so that was a good result for me but not as good a result as getting you in the toilet for five minutes. Do you have a big garden?" "Yes, quite large." "When they built the prison here, the villagers were offered free gardening services, to try and get some of the villagers onside, ask for your garden to be done and I'll try and get on the working party!"

No one had mentioned that to me when we had been going through orientation, "How many gardens do you guys look after?" "None, someone put pressure on everyone to stop them asking for our help around the village." I spotted 'Baxter' heading along the inner fence, he looked a little upset, I guessed he had just found out that I had been instrumental in overturning his judgement.

I tried to indicate to Dale that there was danger approaching, he spotted me stiffen up and my eyes flick over towards the main building several times, Dale seemed to melt into the orchard, just as 'Baxter' came to a position where he would have been able to see him, I noticed a dibber had dropped out of Dale's bucket and fixed my attention on it.

"Everything okay madam?" I jumped, theatrically, "Oh! Officer Baxter, you caught me by surprise, is that a knife at the foot of that tree?" Baxter almost pounced on the object and gave out a little laugh, "No madam, it's just a dibber, all innocent." "Phew! I'm glad it's innocent, you hear such terrible things" "About earlier madam!" "I'm sorry about that officer Baxter!" "No mam, you were totally right, I was having a bad day, knee jerk reaction, there was no way I could retract my decision even if I wanted too, you gave the governor a perfect way out." "Thanks for seeing it that way."

When I got home, my husband was busy in his study, he had open books scattered all around the room, and the kitchen, and the living room, he was scribbling in a notepad, I made a pot of tea and took him a cup, he had been so engrossed in his research that he hadn't noticed that I had arrived until I kissed him on the top of his head and placed his tea on top of his notepad.

"Thanks darling, I was parched, I've had three hours solid at the books and I've managed to do about a month's worth of work at my usual pace, sorry about the mess but I'll tidy up as soon as I've finished this paragraph." "No hurry, I'm feeling all sweaty, I'm going to take a cool bath."

I started filling the bath and while I waited I used the toilet, pulling out as much of the tissue paper from inside as possible, to those who don't know, a wad of toilet tissue stuffed up your cunt isn't as easy to get out as a tampon would be and, here's a shocker, the Anglican church don't fit bidets into their vicarages. I stepped into the bath and settled down into the water, the first order of business was to wash my fanny out to get rid of the last traces of the prisoner's seed and the last of the toilet tissue from deep inside.

I had been in the bath for fifteen minutes when Jonathan came in with a glass of wine, soda and ice. "My head wasn't really in it this afternoon, if it had been, I would have told you just how sexy you looked, I'll bet the poor buggers up at the prison were just sitting there staring at you, trying to see down the front of your dress," he laughed, then said, "If I had been sitting opposite you I would have been cursing the table for spoiling my view of your fantastic legs," As he said that, he slipped his hand into the water, found my leg and slid his hand up towards my curly red bush. "There wasn't a table between us; it was an informal room, sofa and comfortable chairs."

I sipped the wine, the soda water and ice in glass with the wine took the edge off of the alcohol and I discovered that the wine had a very strange, bitter taste to it, "This wine is a little bitter, which one is it?" Jonathan looked thoughtful for a moment, "It's the same wine that we had at lunch, the bottle from Glebe Farm, oh, I remember now, The Colonel told me not to put soda or ice in the wine, it taints the flavour a little, would you like me to change it for you?"

My husband's fingers slipped into my body and he began to massage deep inside with his fingers while his palm crushed my clitoris against my pubic bone, his fingers going in and out as his palm twisted slightly over the top of my clit and any thought of bitterness in my wine disappeared. "Did it turn you on having them looking at you up close like that?" I was gasping through an orgasm as I nodded my head. "Would you like me to join you in there? I know it's a little early but I feel good and I want to make you feel good too."

We fucked in the tub way into the evening, no thought of dinner; I had a twinge of guilt about letting two men fuck me in the prison toilet but my husband seemed to be getting off on my telling him about the men looking down my top and up my dress so I didn't think he would really mind. He was close to his own climax when he said, "Next time you go over to the prison, perhaps you should leave your bra at home. I'm going into the city tomorrow, would you like me to pick you up some sexy lingerie, you know, bra's that lift your titties up more, a shelf bra or something, and panties, sexy little thongs?"

It did cross my mind the potassium bromide they 'probably' gave to all the students in seminary school was possibly wearing off of my husband and that was very likely the reason for his sudden increase in sexual fascination.

We both slipped into simple bathrobes, I had decided to do a simple soft cheese and French bread while he poured a fruity red wine, it was then, while in the kitchen, that I discovered the bathroom floor wasn't sealed and a bath shaped stain was appearing on the kitchen ceiling. We cuddled together on the sofa watching TV until It was time for bed and once in bed, my husband fucked me once again.

I woke early and made breakfast, my husband left for the trip into the city at nine o'clock and as the day was warming up again, I put on my lightest summer dress, remembering my husband's conversation in the bathtub, I left my bra off, I toyed with the idea of leaving my drawers off too but discretion proving the better part of valour, I stepped into a pair of bikini panties, white, of course.

I decided to explore a little of the village, I went through the church yard and out into the fields beyond, the local farms were all still mainly owned by families, they still had small field sizes with good network of hedgerows and footpaths, I circled the village and came in to it at a point that I had never seen before. The footpath from the fields came down the side of a back garden of a house, tall, unclipped hedgerow between the garden and most of the length of the path.

I would have usually passed the house without a second glance, if I hadn't seen a rather sad looking elderly lady with a hoe in her hands. I engaged her in conversation, turned out that the garden had been her husband's pride and joy. He had passed away the year before and now his garden was turning from vegetable factory to a weed patch, Edith was trying to hoe out the weeds but without success. It jumped into my mind what Dale had said the day before, I realised that he wanted me to ask the prison for help in my own garden so that he could have greater access to me but at that moment, his needs were far outweighed by Edith's.

It took me an age to convince Edith to let me call the prison in, before the prison was built, one of the village elders had convinced everyone many years before not to trust the prison or the prisoners and certainly not to invite them onto your property or you could wake up one morning and find you'd been killed in your sleep!!!

I went to the vicarage and phoned the prison, I got the admin block, Patrick was out so I was transferred to 'Baxter', we passed a few pleasantries and I asked if the offer to do free gardening was still on the cards, I explained Edith's position, told him where she lived and he said that he would send someone over to take a look as soon as possible.

I walked back to Edith's house, she was still sitting in the seat that I had pushed under her and insisted she sat in, she was still using the hoe to stab at a recalcitrant Dandy-Lion stem. I was just about to tell her that someone would come by in a day or two to look her garden over when a dark blue minibus pulled up towing a trailer full of gardening tools.

"Officer Orton reporting madam!" his comments were directed to me, he also knew my name and that I was the new official prison visitor, I introduced him to Edith and as soon as he saw her frail condition, his peaked cap came off and he squatted down at her side, Officer Orton was a big man and I had recognised him as the guard who had bellowed out to the men working in the prison garden to get back to work, now he had changed from a barking militarian into a quietly spoken friend.

I zoned out of the conversation between Officer Orton and started scanning the windows of the minibus to see if I recognised anyone, six faces were pressed against the glass staring out at me, my heart was pounding wildly as I saw the lust filled faces fighting with each other to get a better look at me, Dale was there, in the back seat of the bus, while the other five men had lust filled faces, Dale just had a knowing look covering his face.

Officer Orton detailed men from the bus to various jobs, the main vegetable patch or, 'weed central' as it now looked was given to three men to turn over, break up and then pull the weeds, roots and all from a foot below ground level. One man was set on cutting, scarifying and then patching the lawn, Dale and another man were sent to the soft fruit area, trimming and weeding around the raspberry canes and between the strawberries.

I watched the men working in the hot sun for an hour when Edith called me over, "I want to offer them a drink but I'm not sure I can boil enough water for everyone at one time." "I can sort it out over at the vicarage, we have a large water boiler for coffee mornings." I left the garden; six very unhappy faces watched me as I walked in the direction of the church. I filled the huge hot water boiler and filled a bag with milk, sugar, tea bags and a jar of coffee, a stack of plastic cups and plastic spoons. The church owned two huge thermos flasks, with pumps to serve the hot water, each thermos held a half gallon of boiling water, so it was quite hard to carry it all back over to Enid's house.

I went into Edith's house and got two proper cups, with saucers, one for Edith and the other for Officer Orton. We all stood around drinking, Dale manoeuvred himself to my side so that he could surreptitiously touch my bottom, after a fifteen minute break, the men were sent back to work, I was about to clean up and take the thermos flasks back to the church hall when one of the three men working on the vegetable patch came over to the warder, "Mr Orton sir, We need to add a lot of well rotted manure to the ground, turn it in deep or any water we put down will just evaporate or drain away, the soil will just turn back into a dust bowl."

I could see that Officer Orton was in a quandary as to what to do, "How much compost?" "At least a couple of tons sir." Officer Orton paced up and down a little, then he turned to me, "You have a driving licence?" I nodded my head, he held out his keys, "Take Derbyshire and Jones, they need to fill the trailer with compost, Derbyshire will show you where to pick it up from. If you don't mind, that is!" My heart did a little flip and the thought of going off in the bus with two men, especially one who I had already had sex with and who had made it obvious that he wanted to do it again.

I had told the truth that I did have a driving license but what I hadn't mentioned was that I had passed my test and then never driven again in almost ten years, I had contemplated buying a car of my own but, although the car would be cheap enough, the million pounds for insurance would have been out of my reach, so I hadn't bothered with driving at all.

Dale sat in the seat immediately behind the driver's seat and Davie Jones on the seat just behind the sliding side door. I hadn't driven a foot when Dale leaned forward, "It looks like you didn't bother with a bra today darling," Dale slipped his hand between the side of my seat and the door, he felt my breasts through my dress, "Yes, no bra, I do hope you left your knickers off too." I looked nervously in the rear view mirror over at Davie, not his real first name, just his nickname; he had a broad grin on his face, Dale's hand slipped down from my breasts, over my belly and into my lap.

"What a pity, it would have been so much nicer if you had come to me without your knickers on; I may have to teach you how to better present a dish." Dale pulled my dress up, right up over my belly, exposing my bikini panties and then pushing his hand down my panties. "Slide forward in your seat, I did, I was almost lying down as I drove along in the huge bus, well, huge to me especially with a fifteen foot long trailer on the back.

Dale gave me several climaxes as I drove to the prison. I thought he would have to stop as we approached the barrier but it opened when we were still fifty yards away and I was just waved through, Dale kept rubbing my cunt as I drove through the gate which added to my thrill and gave me yet another orgasm. Dale directed me to the rear of the farm, a small mountain of straw and cow shit was piled up close to the cowsheds. As soon as I stopped, Davie ran off, Dale left me and the van, he took one of the shovels and found a large tarpaulin which he spread out in the trailer, then he shovelled one lump of the stinking manure into each corner of the trailer to hold the oversized tarpaulin down into the bottom of the trailer bed.

Dale grabbed my hand and pulled me into the cowshed, he pulled my dress up, over my head and threw it over the side of a stall dividing wall, then my knickers were yanked down and as he did he said, "I loved feeling these beauties yesterday, they look even better than they felt." I was pushed down onto the soiled straw bedding on the cobbled floor of the stall. Dale just unzipped and pulled his cock out of his trousers and dropped on top of me, there wasn't much loving, jut the animal act, Dale trying to empty his balls as quickly as he could, he did manage to get me off as he fucked me for which I was grateful.

I could hear a tractor working out in the yard close to where I had parked the minibus, Dale slid off of my body, I saw him take my panties, wipe his cock clean on them and then stuff them in his pocket, "I got an ounce of backy for yesterday's knickers, I'll get two ounces for these, nice and wet like this." I picked my dress up and Dale snatched it out of my hands, "You'll need to stay naked for Davie to take his turn, I'll take the shovel loader back while he fucks you, hopefully, no one will miss it by then or there may be other's that need to take their turn after Davie."

Davie walked in the shed, his trousers were already open and it looked like he was about to strip off, "You don't have time to go to town, just fuck her and be in the bus waiting to go by the time I come back." Davie really did want to make a meal of fucking me, as he stabbed his dick into my cunt he said, "I wanted to get a blow job and fuck you up your arse hole too but I guess I'll just have to settle for using your shooting gallery this time and dream about what I can do to you next time."

I managed a climax in synchronisation with Davie shooting up into me, then I pulled my dress back on, smoothed it down and then I remembered my emergency tampon in my handbag, at least I wouldn't leave the seat in the bus soaking wet for Officer Orton to sit in on his drive back to the prison. We were stopped at the gate, I thought that they were going to search the bus, in case I was trying to smuggle more prisoners out of the prison than I had taken in but I was wrong, another prisoner brought out a huge cardboard box full of sandwiches, fruit and chocolate, enough food for the seven men working at Edith's house, actually, more than enough food for a dozen men.

I collected the thermos flasks and almost ran back to the vicarage, the scene I left was of one man standing at the trailer, shovelling shit into a wheelbarrow, and one man wheeling a barrow full of manure into Edith's garden and two men spreading the manure out onto the vegetable patch and Dale, lurking, just out of sight of Officer Orton, the four men who had been working while Dale and Davie had been having their fun fucking me, all visited Dale to see his trophy, I saw each one hand over two cigarettes to smell my scent off of the gusset of my stolen panties.

I refilled the boiler with water and started it heating up again, then I went into the bathroom and washed myself out, the diocese didn't provide a bidet in vicarage bathrooms but 'World of Cooking' did supply, for just four ninety-nine, a good quality turkey baster. I stood in the bathtub and sucked warm water out of the sink, inserted the tip of the baster into my cunt and flushed it out. 'Mental note to self, buy new turkey baster when next in the city, keep the old turkey baster in the bathroom cabinet for future bidet use.'

My husband came home just after I finished drying myself and cleaning down the bath. I was just about to go to the kitchen to fill the two flasks again to take them back to Edith's house. I had put on a fresh pair of panties fortunately as my husband was a little frisky when he got in. I told him about Edith and her garden and the fact that there were six men working in her garden and a prison officer too. I explained that I was providing tea and coffee from the church stocks and that I was about to take fresh hot water over for their after lunch drink.

My husband was looking very thoughtful, then he stopped me at the kitchen door, "I brought you a present when I was in town, I was going to ask you to wear it for me tonight but you might like to wear it when you take the water over to Edith's house." A carrier bag was produced as if by magic, there was a dress inside, white; the top looked like a Lycra sport bra, the kind with a two inch band under the bust and half inch thick shoulder straps. A huge disk of ultra light weight, white, Indian cotton material had been pleated into the bottom band under the bra section, "I got you a medium; I was assured that it would fit you.

As my husband held the dress up for me to look at, I placed my hand inside the dress, I could clearly see my hand through the ultra thin material, "You really think I should wear this in the street?" He laughed, "It's very deeply pleated, you would have to pull it very tight against your body for anyone to see through it." "So, you want me to try it on now?" "Yes, please." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'd love to see you in it." I pulled my dress off over my head. "Lovely, you went out without your bra on this morning did you?" I smiled at him, then I struggled into the new dress, as I tugged and pulled the top into place I said, "I probably need the large in this dress."

It took an age to get the tight, stretchy top of the dress into place and push my bust into the right position, the top pulled in so tight that it left little of my breasts to the imagination, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I realised that the top actually looked very flattering, because it was pulling in all directions equally, my breasts formed into perfect half spheres, held high on my chest, well, they were high on my chest because I had pushed them there and because the top was so tight, they just stayed put.

As I looked at my reflection, my nipples began to grow, I had to admit that the dress made me look more special, a little bit like a film star, Jonathan pulled the bottom of my dress, "Pity you can see your knickers through the dress, slip them off for me, let's see what you look like bare assed under the dress." I pulled my drawers down and kicked them off, giggling like a little girl, "Walk up and down for me." I walked the length of the room and back, "Do it again but this time turn a little quicker." I walked to the far end of the room and spun around quickly, because the dress was made out of a circle of material, when I turned quickly, the dress lifted like a parachute, way above my navel.

"Right, let's go and deliver that hot water for the tea and coffee." I went to bend down to gather my knickers but Jonatho stopped me, he took my hand and pulled me through to the kitchen. Jonathan had said nothing about being able to see my bright red bush, very clearly through my dress, I had noticed it in the mirror as I passed it but if Jonathan wanted me to go out in the street flashing my bush to anyone and everyone, it was up to him, after all, it was his congregation, he was the vicar, he was the one with the position that needed to be kept up.

Jonathan came with me, we carried one thermos flask each, he actually got in the way more than helped, he wanted to 'interview' all six men, the typical vicar in him coming out. As the men got back to work, Jonathan came and stood by my side, I think that Derbyshire kid wants to fuck you so badly, that he'd do it right here, right now, right in front of me. I think you should encourage him a little, help him to get through his sentence a little easier."

Jonathan kept pushing me in Dale's direction, he kept encouraging Dale to get even closer to me too, once the compost had been forked into the vegetable patch, someone asked the question, "I wonder if there are any autumn cropping or early winter vegetable seeds in the shed?" Dale offered to look through the shed, Officer Orton didn't look too happy about letting Dale loose in the shed on his own but Jonathan stepped in, "I'll help him look, many hands make light work," then Jonathan took my hand and pulled me along behind him.

Once in the shed, Jonathan said, "Well Dale, is there anything my wife could help you with while we are in private like this?" Now I knew perfectly well that Dale had no compunction about sex in front of others or sex in a public place, so I knew that he would jump at the opportunity of taking a shot at me in front of my husband.

"Well, mate, if you have something 'special' in mind, I have to say, what I miss most from my old life is a good blow-job, you think your misses would be able to suck my cock for me?" Jonathan looked at me; he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in Dale's direction. I looked down at the bulge in front of my husband's trousers; there was already a wet spot on the front of his khaki chinos bigger than a two pound coin from his excitement. One thing was for sure, I didn't need to ask if he really wanted me to do it or not!

I turned to face Dale, he was taking his shirt off and placing it on the top of the dirty old workbench, then he opened his trousers and let them fall around his ankles, followed by his underpants, then he hopped up onto the bench, sitting on his shirt. I wasn't a stranger to oral sex, before I went on the pill, when I was in my dangerous part of my cycle I would give Jonathan oral sex or hand relief when he got excited and wanted sex. I started to crouch down in front of Dale but he stopped me, "I want you to keep your legs straight, just bend at the waist and open your legs wide." I looked back at Jonathan, then I tried to put him out of my mind, I leaned in and took Dale's cock into my mouth.

I sucked Dale's cock for five minutes, Jonathan would have finished by then, especially with the effort I was putting into sucking Dale's cock, Dale reached over my back and began to pull the back of my dress up, he piled all the material up around my shoulders, leaving my backside bare. "Come on vicar, I'll bet her honey-pot is soaking wet, she's just begging for a hot cock in her twat."

I heard the sound of a zipper behind me, then the hotness of my husband's cock as it pressed between my legs. "Now vicar, be careful, young Amy here doesn't look like the kind of girl who likes a hot cock up her arse, so, 'let your aim be true' and stick your cock right up her flue."

I had to help a lot, trying to get my body into just the right position for my husband to get lined up with me and even then, I had the reach between my legs and help him to get in, I carried on sucking Dale, I felt his cock swell a little as Jonathan began to grunt into me, I thought the excitement of watching my husband fuck me was getting Dale close to his own climax but I was wrong, the added excitement just made him grow a little bigger.

Jonathan had finished in just four minutes flat, I wasn't close to my orgasm when I felt him explode inside of me, I have to say, after ten minutes of energetic sucking on Dale's cock, my jaw was beginning to ache. "Vicar, why don't you open the door for me?" I heard the bolt on the inside of the shed's door slide back and then the shed was filled with light, I heard footsteps and then another cock filled my cunt, this one didn't need any help to get in my cunt, but then he did have the help of a well lubricated flight-path.

Because of the reduced friction, the new lover fucking me from behind took longer than I would have expected to shoot off but he gave me a little climax along the way, he pulled out and left the shed, the light began to reduce as Jonathan was closing the door, "Don't bother to close the door mate, there are another three outside waiting to pop in for their turn." The door opened again and within a minute, another man was fucking me from behind again.

Dale held off his own climax until the last of his friends had filled my cunt and then he filled my mouth and finally let go of my head. Dale dressed quickly and put his hand in his trouser pocket, he had brought part packets of seeds with him from the prison, there were also a few old seed potatoes in the shed and he took those as well, he stepped out of the shed and called out to Officer Orton, "Found some seeds, shall we plant these before we go?"

My husband pushed me back against the bench, his mouth quickly covered my mouth and he forced his tongue into my mouth even though I tried to stop him, not because I didn't like my husband French kissing me but I had just taken a delivery of another man's semen in my mouth and as there was nowhere to spit it out, I had been forced to swallow it and there were still traces of Dales semen in my mouth and the thought of my husband tasting another man's semen in my mouth made me feel very uncomfortable.

Jonathan had spotted something on my chin that I had missed and he placed the tip of his tongue on my chin and licked it off, "Dale tastes very salty, does my spunk taste that salty?" Why the hell did I blush at that question, I had just sucked one man off and let four other's fuck me while my husband watched and the thing that made me blush was being asked if Dale's spunk was as salty as my husbands. Jonathan lifted my dress at the front and forced his hand between my legs, he dredged his fingers along the length of my cunt slit, then he pulled his cupped hand out and lifted his hand to his face, there was at least two tablespoons full of semen in the palm of his hand, he studied it closely and then dipped his tongue into the pool of semen, I tried to knock his hand away from his mouth as he lapped the semen up.

Jonathan laughed at the look of disgust on my face, "You've come a long way in the last few weeks but I see you still have a few reservations that need to be broken down." Jonathan returned his hand between my legs, he pushed two fingers deep into my vagina, the tips of his fingers were searching deep inside my cunt, seemingly looking for something, then he whispered, "Ah! Here it is." My husband started to move the tips of his fingers across whatever he had found, so rapidly, that it felt more like vibrations than actual movements. My knees went week and I almost fell to the floor but Jonathan held me up, pushing me hard against the workbench. I was gasping for breath, I had never cum so hard in my life and as I was climaxing, Jonathan was whispering an incantation into my ear, not in English or even Latin but in a language far older, more like a series of grunts and growls than comprehendible words.

Jonathan used his body to hold me upright against the bench and his left hand lifted my chin so that I was looking straight into his eyes, then he scrapped the semen that had been running down from my fanny and brought his fingers up to my mouth, "Open wide!" I opened my mouth and Jonathan poured his and four other men's semen straight into my mouth. "Good girl."

We left the shed holding hands; there were snail's trails of semen on both of my ankles, running down into my shoes. The men working on Edith's garden were just finishing up for the day as Jonathan and I took the tea and coffee stuff back to the church hall, as soon as we walked into the vicarage, Jonathan asked me if I'd like a bath. I was soaking in the bath, after putting the turkey baster to good use to clean out five lots of semen. Jonathan brought me a glass of the Glebe Farm wine as I lay in the bath, 'this is getting to be a regular occurrence these days' went through my mind, in the first eight years of married life we had probably drunk around six or seven bottles of wine and since we moved into the vicarage, just a few weeks, we had already gone through six bottles of the Glebe Farm wine. "Shouldn't we give the Elder Flower wine from Elizabeth Pettigrew a try, she's bound to ask me what I think of it at the WI meeting on Thursday morning."

"Oh, you're going to the WI meeting on Thursday morning?" "Why, yes, you've always wanted me to be involved in things like that, to fly the churches flag on your behalf, on the women's groups and committees." "Did I? I wonder why?" Jonathan was definitely changing, he had been so excited about getting the small rural church and all that entailed, and the women's groups were all very much part of all that scene.

Jonathan left me in the bath and he went and prepared our dinner, I had no idea that my husband even knew how to open a kitchen cupboard, never mind actually prepare a whole meal. Life was really beginning to surprise me quite a lot, Jonathan's changing opinion on sex, the way I dressed and the way he had been thinking about other men having sex with me, my own reaction to it all surprised me a lot too, apart from having sex with a man before I met Jonathan, I had really fitted in nicely with the image of a village vicar's wife. I even actually liked dressing conventionally but I had to admit that dressing the way I had in the past few days was far more exciting.

I joined Jonathan in the dining room, I was dressed in just my kimono styled dressing gown, as we ate I remembered that Jonathan had mentioned that he was going to buy me some very sexy drawers when he was in the city earlier, "So, did you just buy the dress or did you get me any sexy lingerie to go under it?" "You don't need sexy lingerie, you went out in just a dress with nothing under it today, you enjoyed that didn't you? And there is nothing sexier than a woman out in the street in just a very see through dress"

I sipped the last of my glass of wine while I thought about what my husband had just said. "There are times that I have to wear knickers, like when I'm on my monthlies," "Well, I was thinking about that, perhaps we should do something about stopping those alltogether." Jonathan took my empty glass and went over to the sideboard, I watched as he put his thumb over the mouth of the bottle and shook the wine a few times, then he poured me another full glass of wine.

'I'll be pissed at this rate,' went through my head, then I realised that I had already drunk enough wine during the day to have made me more than merry but I was still sober, the wine wasn't making me drunk, or silly, it was just making me lose any inhibitions I may have had. I took a sip of the fresh glass of wine as Jonathan said, "I was thinking that it was time for us to try for a baby." I swallowed far more than I had planned and spluttered out, "But I thought your plan was to finish this posting and get your book published, then think about children, when you said that we should stop my periods, I thought you were talking about me going on the implants instead of me taking the pill."

Jonathan laughed, then he put his finger tips on each side of my neck, then he opened my kimono and rubbed his fingertips all over my bare breasts and then he slid down to my abdomen, his fingertips tracing the outline of my ovaries and fallopian tubes, as he rubbed his hands over my body he was chanting under his breath, very similar to how he had been chanting as he masturbated me in the shed earlier. "No, I think you should stop taking the pill today, you're on the first day of your safe period and as soon as you move back into your fertile cycle, I'll put a son in your belly."

"Don't you think that it will be a little dangerous for me to stop taking the pill when you are encouraging me to do things like you did today, you know, me fucking four strangers at one time?" "You can still do that, I'll make sure that I fuck you on your first fertile day, all you need to do is keep away from other men on that one day, within twenty-four hours you'll be pregnant, the baby boy inside you will feed on all that sexual energy, the more men you fuck and the more often you do it, the stronger our son will become."

It never failed to amaze me how even supposedly clever men, well educated men, could singularly fail to understand the pregnancy process, the fact that after eight years on the pill, it may take two or even three years for me to fall pregnant, if I ever fell pregnant, there were after all, no guarantees in the 'new life' game. "I think you shouldn't put too much planning into me becoming pregnant too quickly, it could take a long time, so if you want me to stop taking the pill today, I'll have to stop fucking other men today too." Jonathan just laughed at the certainty in my statement, "We'll see, we'll see!"

At bedtime I went through my usual bedtime routine or almost did, I didn't need a shower as I had taken a bath when we got home, I did brush my teeth though. I walked past my nighty, hanging on the back of the bathroom door and climbed into bed totally naked, but before Jonathan came into the bedroom I remembered my birth control pill, I jumped out of bed and searched the medicine cabinet, no sign of my open packet of pills, and when I went to the draw at the side of the bed, the two full packs of pills were also missing, Jonathan had obviously decided that I had stopped taking the pill and we were officially trying for a baby.

Saturday Morning, Jonathan got up before me, another first in our married life, he had cooked breakfast, quite a heavy meal for the start of the day, there was bacon, sausages, blood pudding, eggs, pork chop, beans and tomatoes, my usual breakfast would be porridge or muesli. After breakfast Jonathan found one of his old shirts, the kind with the tails at the back and front, I was given the shirt and a wide black leather belt, I don't know why I asked but I did ask, "What knickers do you want me to wear under this?" "None, I want you to come out with me just as you are." I wanted to object, at least with the dress the previous day, there was some length to the thing, but the sides of Jonathan's shirt were so high that you could tell that I wasn't wearing anything under it.

After breakfast, I reminded Jonathan that he had a meeting with the social committee chairperson, secretary and treasurer, "Oh that, far too boring for a sunny day like this, so I cancelled it earlier." John had always said that the social committee was the life's blood of the greater church community, that they were the people who brought the general public in through the doors in the hopes that one or two new people would be drawn into the fold, I had never known him cancel out on them ever before.

Jonathan took my hand and led me out of the house, "I can't go out in the street like this." "Sure you can, you look great." "Look, you can see my fanny hair through the gap at the bottom." "You could see your fanny hair yesterday too." "Yes, but that was under my dress, anyone staring so closely down there when I'm wearing a dress, they expect to see something, everyone will see it in this, this, this shirt, especially with the belt pulling the front closed."

"If I can cover or hide your ginger bush, will you be happy to go out with me dressed in my shirt like that?" I nodded my head. Jonathan led me up to the bathroom, he took off the belt and opened the shirt, then he sat me on the edge of the bath and gave me a fanny, flannel wash and then rubbed a handful of shaving foam into my bush, then he took a new disposable razor out and began to shave my cunt area. Now, the last thing in the world that I would have agreed to usually would have been topiary of my intimate area but I just sat there watching Jonathan shaving my cunt as if it wasn't me he was shaving.

"There, now no one can see your red bush." "That's going to drive me mad when it grows back in a week or two." "Don't worry; I'm sure that where we're going, they will have something to stop it itching or something to stop it growing back at all."

Jonathan took my hand and we walked together out of the village, past the woods that ran over to the prison and then the road ran past Glebe Farm, before going out onto the 'a' road and off to the local town. It came as no surprise to me when Jonathan turned down the track leading to the farm. We walked past the farm house and onto a huge Dutch barn. We went through a side door and inside the barn there were ten men, all chanting, all dressed in red, hooded robes, trimmed with gold, the chanting sounded familiar, then Jonathan joined in with the chanting and I realised that I had heard it twice before, both times from my husband's lips.

I heard the door open behind me and looked back, Colonel fforbes-Patterson walked in wearing a purple robe with gold trim, he pulled the hood over his head and began to follow the chant. The Colonel went to a kind of alter in the centre of the barn. He poured wine into a gold chalice, similar to the ones every church in England owned, then each of the ten chanting men walked over to the chalice and dropped something into the wine, after each man dropped what he was carrying into the cup, he chanted loudly over it, then the Colonel stirred the content with a ceremonial dagger as he himself chanted a different phrase.

Once all ten men had added their own ingredient to the chalice and the Colonel had given it a final stir, he brought the chalice to me, Jonathan held my hands at my side, the colonel lifted the chalice to my lips and I actually drank it, I didn't feel worried about it all, no, I did actually feel very apprehensive about drinking it but as the cup was placed against my lips and the cup lifted, I just began to swallow. I recognised the bitterness of the added ingredients to the wine, I had tasted it in the wine I had been drinking for the last few weeks, to a lesser or greater extent. The wine in the chalice was at least ten times as bitter as I had tasted from the Glebe Farm wines I had drunk to that date.

I got very dizzy and it felt like my spirit had left my body and was floating around above the room, Jonathan took the chalice from the Colonel's hands and he walked away from me, leaving me with the Colonel, I seemed to be close to the roof of the barn as the Colonel unfastened the leather belt and dropped it on the floor, then he unfastened each of the buttons down the front of the shirt.

From my vantage point high up by the roof, I looked down at my body, God, I looked good, shaving my pussy had changed the way I looked totally, and, my breasts had never looked that big to me before, but it could have been the angle I was looking from. Jonathan stepped away from me and seemed to disappear from view, the ten men in red robes were now in a circle around me and the colonel, then an eleventh man in red split the circle, the chanting got louder, something bright red was passed to the colonel and he brought it up, close to my face, then he rubbed it over my forehead, from the rafters it looked like the red thing was just rubbed from side to side but when the Colonel's hands moved downwards, there was a perfect, bright red, pentacle on my forehead.

The Colonel seemed to be painting my neck now, then down over my chest and onto my breasts, as his hands moved away from my breasts and continued their downward journey, I looked like something from a horror film, blood dripping from my breasts and all over the floor in front of me. The Colonel was then painting my belly and down over my bare pussy mound and on down between my legs.

I couldn't believe that the tiny thing my husband had handed to the colonel could have contained so much liquid, the chanting from the men circling the colonel and I was almost at shouting pitch now, it had been getting slowly louder from the initial whisper, the words were still in an enchant language that I had no way of understanding so why was it that my brain was interpreting a few of the words, one repeated passage was or at least to me it seemed to be, "Preparing the vessel".

I watched my mouth open wide in anticipation of something as the colonel was rubbing right up between the folds of my labia major and on, into my labia minor. Suddenly the colonel's hands were at my lips and whatever it was he was holding in his hand, I was taking it into my mouth and I had eaten it.

The chanting volume began to fall once again, back down to a whisper, the men circling me began to widen as the men stepped away from me, the words that I had interpreted as "Preparing the vessel" were being chanted more frequently now, the colonel was walking around me very close to me in but he was circling me in the opposite direction to the other eleven men. I watched as my jaw stopped moving from eating whatever it was that was placed in my mouth and as my jaw stopped moving, the pentacle that had been painted on my forehead started to fade from view, seemingly sinking down into my skin. And then my neck started to become clear as the red there sank through my skin too.

The chanting of the phrase, "Preparing the vessel" was now constant, the other mantra's that were being chanted along with the one were all dropped now, just the constant whisper in my head, "Preparing the vessel" over and over again. My breasts returned to their usual colour and then my belly became less red. As the colour continued to sink into my skin I noticed my body was vibrating slowly and the less red covering my body the more violently my body jerked.

I watched as just a triangle of red was visible on my pussy mound and the triangle was shrinking faster and faster, my body's jerking became more exaggerated, the Colonel had now stopped walking around me and was standing behind me with his arms out, he was waiting for me to fall backward and a moment after the last visible spot or red disappeared from my view, I did fall backwards into his waiting arms.

One red robed figure moved out of the circle on each side of me, strangely, I looked stiff as a board, with the Colonel at my shoulders and one man taking each leg, I was lifted to shoulder height, carried to the alter in the centre of the room, the alter was much too short for me to fit on, I had to be placed very carefully on the cold slab of black marble, my shoulders were hanging off one end so that my head was out in free-space. My hips were only just touching the other end of the alter.

I was still rigid, even when the three men stepped away from me you would have thought that the alter was five foot six inches long as I didn't move a muscle. The colonel touched my forehead and my head seemed to fold down, the colonel moved to my feet and lowered my legs at my knees, he also spread my legs wider, much wider than they had ever spread before in my life, I wasn't the kind of girl who had ever done the splits in my life, never been a dancer, never really been too flexible.

The men now formed their rotating circle around me on the altar, the chanting became more varied again. I watched as the Colonel slipped his robe off of his shoulders and it fell to the floor, the Colonel was totally naked, he took up a position between my wide stretched legs, the alter was at the perfect height for the colonel to be able to fuck me if that had been on his mind.

A thin black candle was pulled out from under the alter, the colonel held the candle high above his head and he shouted out a command and the candle burst into flame. The candle was waved all around above my body, then the candle was held above my vagina and tilted so that the hot wax dribbled onto my bare skin, the shape of my vagina, my cervix and my womb were drawn on top of my body in dripping, black, wax. Once the outline of my primary sexual organs had been drawn, the Colonel started to draw in both fallopian tubes and both ovaries, then he moved the candle up my body without a single drop of wax falling out of place until the candle was over my breasts, then a ring was drawn in molten wax around each breast and both of my areola's and nipples were covered in black wax.

The men all moved in close, one man standing at my head and five men on each side of my body, as one, all eleven men threw their robes off and they all landed on the floor, forming a perfect circle around all thirteen of us, the red cloaks overlapped with each other as well as with the purple one from the Colonel. Now all twelve men had both of their hands on my body and they were all rubbing, rubbing from the cold slab of the alter and right up to the black wax lines. The man at my head said something that I took to mean "Feed the vessel", he leaned forward and his cock slipped into my waiting mouth, I watched as my throat seemed to swell and then there looked like a wave of muscle in my neck that looked like it was trying to milk the man's cock in my throat.

All eyes were on the man at my head, he seemed to falter a little, then there was a look of relief on his face and he pulled his hips back and his cock slipped out of my mouth, it looked to me like his cock was over a foot long, it seemed to go on forever as he pulled it out of my mouth.

The men changed places and a second naked man took his place above my head, and again, his cock approached my mouth and I watched closely as it grew into my throat, another man was soon satisfied as were all eleven men in their turn, the last man being my own husband.

Then all eyes turned to the Colonel, he eased forward and his cock seemed to change into a snake or something approaching a snake and it wriggled into my cunt the colonel just stood there, his body was totally still but his cock seemed to be going in and out of my body on its own account. At one point I was certain that I saw the head of his snake-cock appear in my mouth, having travelled all the way through my body.

The Colonel began to shudder and vibrate and as he did, the wax drawing on my body seemed to soak down into my skin, just as the red stuff had done earlier, then, with his cock still in my body, the Colonel put his fingertips over where he had drawn my ovaries earlier and the fingers of both hands seemed to sink right down into my abdominal cavity.

It looked to me and to everyone else I'm sure that the colonel's fingers had entered my body all the way to his palms, he seemed to be massaging something deep inside my body and when he pulled his cock out of my body there was a flood, at first I thought it was his semen but when the liquid hit the floor it was bright red like blood.

The naked men started to walk around the alter again and as they began a different chant, a chant that seemed to be saying to me "Return!" over and over again. I felt something pulling at me, and then I started to drop from the rafters very slowly. As the chant got louder and the chant got faster, I was being pulled lower and lower. Suddenly I felt a pop, it shook my very soul and then I got an overwhelming taste of semen in my mouth and a tingling in the pit of my stomach, I tried to move but Jonathan stepped between my legs and fucked me as the men started the chant that sounded to me like "Feed the vessel" over and over again.

I was helped to my feet and the shirt I had been wearing when I arrived was handed to Jonathan and he helped me to put it on. Jonathan was given a glass of some sort of liquid, not the usual wine but bright red and frothy, Jonathan drank it down quickly. We began to walk home, I was a little unsteady on my feet and Jonathan had to support me most of the way, about half way into the village, Jonathan guided me just off of the road and into the fringe of bushes at the side of the road and Jonathan fucked me on the dirty earth.

When we got back to the vicarage, Jonathan led me through the gate and as soon as we were out of sight of the road he was on top of me again, screwing me into the lawn. Once in the building, I stripped off the shirt and dropped it, grass stains, mud and all, into the laundry basket. Jonathan ran me a bath and joined me in it, I had the usual bitter wine and Jonathan fucked me in the bath once again.

By dinner time I had been fucked by my husband twice more, then again while I was trying to eat my dinner, twice more before bedtime, five times in the night and again when we woke in the morning. I was rubbed sore between my legs from the amount of fucking in just twenty-four hours. When Jonathan tried to fuck me as I made his breakfast I asked him not too as I was too sore, "I'll talk to the Colonel, get some ointment, I need to do it as often as I can, I only have another five hour window of opportunity." "Opportunity for what?" "To make you pregnant." "I was on the pill two days ago, I will have to go through my period starting in two days time, then four days of bleeding, then another week before I could possibly reach my fertile period. It's just the way biology works."

Jonathan grinned at me, "Well, we sorted all that out yesterday; we used the old religion to circumvent the effects of the pill and also restart your biological clock." Even though I tried to stop Jonathan fucking me, he just did it anyway and as soon as he finished filling my belly with his seed once again. Jonathan phoned the Colonel and he popped round to see us, he applied an ointment to my sore vagina and as soon as the ointment touched my cunt it felt like my cunt was on fire for two minutes but as soon as the initial fire went out, all signs of soreness went with it.

Jonathan fucked me right there and then while the Colonel was still in the room with us and as soon as Jonathan had finished shooting up into me again, he asked the Colonel if there was anything he could get me to do for him. The Colonel put his hands on top of my head and pushed me to my knees in front of him, I knew what he wanted and began to suck his cock, fortunately it was just a cock today and not the huge snake I had seen the day before.

We fucked five more times during the morning and then we both went off to Glebe Farm once again. I was stripped naked in the doorway to the barn and was led into the open space, lifted onto the alter as I had been the day before, there were more men in the barn this time, twenty four men, they all chanted and went through ceremonial exorcises as the Colonel felt around my belly, "I feel a child starting, he will be a good, strong and healthy boy, a vessel for the spirit of our brother, Benjamin Cooper to return to us once again."

The men all naked began to line up at the side of my head, "Now brothers, feed the vessel, feed him so that he can grow big and strong on the spirit of our brotherhood." I can't explain why but I just opened my mouth and let my head fall backwards over the end of the alter and one by one, all twenty four men fucked my mouth and I drank greedily on their unholy semen.

Jonathan tried to get me to go with other men over the next few weeks, I would dress the way he wanted me too, I even sucked around a hundred men over a six week period but no matter how much Jonathan told me It was okay to fuck other men because I was already pregnant, I just wouldn't do it.

Six weeks and a day I was violently sick, not just in the morning but all day long. I went to my doctor and he did the tests to confirm that I was indeed pregnant, and from the results I was around six weeks.

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