lav felt rather sheepish as he walked into the pressure group at the women's refuge, an anonymous unit behind a mastered townsfolk shopping mall.

"Hi, I ‘ m John Barnes, I think Sarah, my wife, is here ?"he said awkwardly as he approached the reception desk.

"That will be the ‘ Sour faced little cow with jaundiced hair ?"the receptionist queried.

"Er I was joking,"John admitted,"When I filled the form in."

"Oh well it describes her quite well,"The woman replied with an evil grin.

"She asked to see me ?"John explained.

"Yes, I know, the unthankful little bitch,"the woman continued,"You had amend come through."

St. John followed her into the back room.

It was just a corridor a duad of cadence wide. It stunk. The storey was polished livid tile. Stanford White roofing tile also covered the lower walls up to waist height.

John the Divine had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a raw female tail projected through a gob in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waistline the kept the butt projecting into the room, six char in all.

A janitor with a mop leaned against the wall further down.

"Which one is she ?"the woman asked.

"I don't honestly know,"John the Evangelist replied in confusion.

"They are only allowed to peach while you are fucking them,"the woman explained,"I suggest you narrow it down to a couple and give each one a try."

"What ?"John exclaimed.

"These women come in complaining about being raped and abused, we sympathise and seek to rehabilitate the relationship. We believe that helpingwomen to infer that the sex act is convention, act, goose egg special but the husbands love for his wife which leads him to try to induce sex with her is really special."

"Bloody hell,"John the Evangelist gasped.

"Of course some of the girls are just stand ins, not wives,"the womanhood explained.

John looked quite astonished.

"Oh come now, its not that unknown,"the woman said,"Why I sometimes do a spell when we are quiet."

"I don't understand,"lavatory explained shaking his head.

"First we get the ladies trust, we pamper them and get them all showered, coiffeured, manicured and perfumed."she grinned.

"And then ?"John queried.

"Rob the janitor fucks them."She laughed,"In the corridor usually though round the cover by the dust binful is equally good."

"What ? He rapes them ?"King John gasped.

"Hardly Brassica napus, more providing a service, usually they are gagging for it anyway and he always uses a safe,"she replied,"You see we ladies do need a good shagging every now and again,"She blushed,"My gens is Melissa by the way."

"Uh, John, yes."John said awkwardly.

"doe you wife shave ? Melissa asked.

"Er yes, partly,"Saint John agreed. He caught Melissa's gaze. She was about 35, he guessed, honest-to-god than him, her bosom swelled quite nicely in the crisp white doctors smock.

His reflexion asked the unspoken question.

"Yes I do sometimes,"she said,"Would you like to see ?"

"Er no thanks,"Saint John declined.

"Or see my boob ?"she queried,"scads of boys like to run with my pinhead ?"

"Er I just want to see Sarah."bathroom explained.

"You need a nookie ?"Melissa enquired,"Are you missing her ?"

"No I can't use the tinker's damn washing motorcar and the kids are doing my fountainhead in."he admitted.

"Oh well I can't avail with domestic chores,"Melissa admitted,"But I'm horny and I'm on reception all night so it looks like I only have a choice of either you or Rob the janitor if I want to get laid."

genus Melissa unbuttoned her gaberdine, her bra was slue Andrew Dickson White with the cupful cut away to unwrap her nipples, her white suspender whack supported Edward White stockings and her panties were tiny clean lace with a split crotch.

"No I want Sarah,"John Lackland insisted.

"Oh well if I can't temt you try Number three, as soon as you start fucking I'll remove her gag."Melissa sighed.

John walked up to no 3 and loosened his bloomers letting them fall to his knees

Her quim pouted and her ass looked inviting. but just a little too in high spirits to spear easily."Use the wooden blocks to set your elevation,"Melissa suggested.

John saw the pile of various size timbers on the floor, he selected a 50mm block and stood on it. His putz was exactly in rail line with her pouting glistening cunt and with the lightest push he slid inside her.

"Oh Sarah I missed you !"he sighed.

Sarah's voice came from behind him,"Then why are you fucking that whore ? You bastard !"

"You bitch !"he wailed. Melissa was laughing and Saint John the Apostle craned his neck to attend at Sarah.

She was in a wheelchair being pushed by the janitor. A ball gag hung round her neck. Her blazonry were bound to the subdivision of the wheelchair, her feet bound to the footrest, her waist was bound to the back of the professorship with blue rophy matching those which encircled her breasts.

"What have you done to her !"can demanded.

"A vibrating butt sparking plug, a vibrator up her cunt and a short electric automobile shock machine up her pee kettle of fish,"Melissa explained,"In addition to what you can see."

"love god,"John exclaimed but the cleaning lady was working her cunt muscles, milking John's rooster."Oh screwing !"he proested but it was far too late and he shot his milky cum deep into a charwoman who he didn't know, had never spoken to and never seen.

"poor Sarah needed that cum John,"Melissa chided.

"prick,"Sarah snapped,"Aggghhh"

"Don't swear,"genus Melissa chided,"I zapped her pee hole, she explained, I'll set her Dildoes to 7 for a few here and now then zap her again, she usually orgasms when I do that.

Saint John looked confused as his shrinking cock slipped from the young lady's cunt..

"It's all controlled from an app on my phone,"genus Melissa explained.

Sarah looked confused, she began perspiring and then she convulsed and began gasping.

"See she's having another climax, that's what 20 today ?"Melissa asked.

"19 from the Ds and 2 from my shaft,"the janitor announced proudly.

"Really ? Have you been O/D ing on the Viagra again ?"Melissa asked,"Because lets face it she's no porn star."

"That's a bit harsh,"John suggested as he looked for something to wipe his cock on.

"I suppose it depends on what sorting of porn you watch,"Melissa suggested,"Babes or realism porn."

"I guess,"John agreed,"We were childhood sweethearts, sort of grew up together."

"I can see why she got her claw into you but you could do so much skilful,"genus Melissa suggested. She undid the down in the mouth clitoris on her smock and began to gently frig herself.

"Er,"I gasped

"john !"Sarah shouted,"Don't wipe your cock on your Aggggghhhhh !"

genus Melissa grinned,"Don't criticise your husband, haven't you learned anything ?"

Sarah glared an icy glare as the dildo and bum male plug slowly accelerated from speed 7 towards max."Oh fuck not again,"she protested,"Noooooo."

"She needs a dick to suck,"genus Melissa said knowingly. She slipped across to Sarah's slope and expertly slipped a ring gag between Sarah's teeth."So go on John, put it in her mouth."

"I'm not hard and it needs a rub,"John said apologetically.

"That's what a wife's mouth is for, cleaning rooster,"Melissa explained,"How on terra firma is she supposed to learn without your help."

John found sticking his cock in Sarah's mouthpiece was easy said than done, she was trussed securely into the wheelchair but she turned her headway until th janitor held her cheeks and even then he had to stand awkwardly with ramification splayed each side of the chair.

His hammer started to swell as he felt Sarah'tongue and lips and she started to go exciting him further. His knob end tickled her tonsils, his helmet cut her air supply and she started to cough sucking him further into her throat. The feeling was exquisite as he fucked her to death.

"shag her,"genus Melissa whispered,"Don't headache we have a defibrillator somewhere if she has a cardiac arrest."

"No, I can't"Saint John the Apostle protested but his aching balls proved him faulty by producing a few more trickle of creamy cum as his muscles tried to pump every ounce of fluid from his hollow balls.

"Oh fuck she's stopped breathing !"he exclaimed, as he dragged his prick from her mouth,"Sarah, Sarah !"

Sarah suddenly convulsed, coughed and gagged as genus Melissa zapped Sarah's pee cakehole with the app from her phone.

Sarah looked around wildly,"Its all right darling I'll take you home plate,"John promised.

"But can, you fucked identification number three and she is a trained nanny-goat,"Melissa suggested,"cum and contact her first."

John the Evangelist was shattered, two coming in ten hour, he needed to rest and could not stand firm as Melissa led him stave to the other side of the wall. Six girls all bent double with their asses through the wall. identification number one a sour faced cow of about 60 with a red musket ball gag, no 2 was even older, 4, 5 and 6 were girls from the Blue backer bothel above Timothy Whites on Inkerman street, and no 3 was like a backer, like the one with the dark hair from Abba but with the blonde one's ass.

"Are you who fucked me ?"No 3 asked.

"Er yes, sorry,"John apologised.

"Don't apologise it was nice, especially when you shoot your load,"she simpered.

"Annalise, number 3, is a tribade and trying to get pregnant,"Melissa explained.

"rightfield ? Why ?"John asked in confusion.

"A joker baster is so messy,"Melissa confirmed,"Much nicer to have it enlist so to speak."

"Are you all a onus of perverts ?"toilet demanded suddenly.

"I guess,"the Janitor chipped in.

"All I want is my shirts ironed, the nestling looked after and a fuck when I feel like it,"Saint John the Apostle explained.

"Then you need a she-goat and a whore, not a wife,"Melissa explained,"Go abode and call back, think who made Sarah the way she is."

John thought carefully about who made Sarah the way she was, that frigid hearted bitch of a mother of hers of course.

John the Evangelist needed a drink, he went home via the pub, had a few small beers and drove home.

The Baby sitter had gone when John got in. Sarah's mother Miriam was with the kids.

"Where the infernal region have you been !"she demanded.

"Out you stupid kick, '' John the Evangelist pointed out,"Visiting your mean spirited frigid daugher of course."

"How daring you call Sarah such awful names,"Miriam snapped.

"Why not, its admittedly and its all your fault,"he explained,"All your snidey niggling remark you frigid cow,"he shouted and went to slap her across the face.

She staggered back into the wing well-fixed professorship which toppled over backwards leaving her on her spinal column with her legs feebly waving in tenuous air.

"Where's that henpecked husband of yours ?"John demanded.

"Right here old chap,"Geoffrey announced,"Splendid speech, I wish I'd had the gumption to do it age ago."

"Get me up !"Miriam protested.

"Nice legs shame about the human face,"whoremonger suggested as he stared at Miriam's stocking clad legs and lack of panties.

"Fraid the old trout gets thrush if she wears pants,"Geoffrey sighed,"Reckons I gave her VD."

"Did you ?"Saint John the Apostle asked.

"Probably,"Geoffrey agreed,"I say would you mind awfully holding her shoulder while I fuck her, I don't often get the chance."

"To be reliable she's giving me a bit of a woody too."Gospel According to John admitted.

"Tell you what how about a 3 some,"Geoffrey suggested,"You can do the front to begin with and transfer ends half way like the queers !"

"No offence but I spunked twice since tea time and she really is not my type."John the Divine apologised.

"Nor mine but any old trout in a storm,"Geoffrey agreed.

"We could stick a Scots heather up her puss and crap her slam the patio ?"John suggested flippantly.

"And a rake up her ass so she can rake the lawn,"Geoffrey laughed.

"Are either of you imbeciles going to avail me up ?"Miriam demanded.

"No,"Geoffrey declared.

"Army of the Righteous strip her naked and put her in the garden like a dog,"lavatory suggested,"Lets face it she is a rightfulness bitch."

"Capital idea,"Geoffrey agreed, but by the time they had her bra off the scent of call down cunt had their cocks stiffening.

"Me first I think,"Geoffrey suggested as he dropped his pinstripe pant and aimed his tool unerringly into Miriams pouting snatch.

"Oh you bastard you entire bastard !"Miriam protested as Geoffrey filled her void with his stuff manhood.

toilet watched for a few instant but when Geoffrey started sucking Miriam's tits and saying he loved her he wandered off up to bed. He was almost deceased when Geoffrey came into his room,"Your twist old cranny,"

"Bit knackered I'm afraid,"whoremonger apologised.

"Nonsense !"Miriam announced as she followed Geoffrey into the way. She ripped back he bedclothes and grasped Saint John's humanity through the fly in his pyjamas,"flock of life in it."

His putz reared and Miriam was kneeling astride him and lowering herself as she guided his hammer up her snatch.

Her loose warm sloppy cunt engulfed him like a marshmallow cloud and he lay back to one of the best lazy fucks he ever enjoyed.

"I can't think why you never tried to seduce me before,"Miriam announced when he finished.

"Geoffrey likes them young you know."

"Look I just want to sleep now, '' Saint John declared and he added"Goodnight."

Saint John the Apostle woke with a thump. He had rolled over and fallen out of bed. He heard grunting sounds as Geoffrey fucked Miriam who had been lying beside him.

"Sorry old noodle,"Geoffrey apologised,"Carried away don't you know."

"Bloody hell,"John replied,"I could have injured myself."

"Don't plosive you old fool,"Miriam urged,"It's rarefied enough that he shows any interest in me as it is."

John looked at the bedside clock, 7:30, time for breakfast. He padded downstairs, turned on the coffee automobile and Geoffrey shouted."John, you turn."

"Don't be fucking preposterous,"King John replied as he put various slices of kale in the wassailer,"You'll wake the kids."

"They won't wake for hr,"Miriam replied as she joined John in the kitchen,"I'll just hop up on the piece of work top shall I ?"She was wearing one of John's white body of work shirts and nothing else. Geoffrey's cum oozed from her pouting cunt and she should ingest repulsed John the Divine but something was stirring.

"On the worktop, lets do this before the kids come down,"John advised.

John helped Miriam climb up up on the worktop."Fuck me darling,"she cooed.

Miriam's cunt was soft and ardent as Saint John slipped his creature inscrutable inside her. Her distend nipples nuzzled his ches.

"Why can't Sarah be more like you ?"John muttered.

"She is, we both need strong men,"she explained,"Don't you understand anything about cleaning woman ?"

"I thought she needed my reenforcement,"he explained.

"Stout corset and a decent bra is all the financial backing she needs you fool,"Geoffrey opined as he too wandered into the kitchen,"How areb you getting on Saint John, shall I see if the Milkman is around to give you a bit of a break."

"No I think I can wangle,"John agreed and his peter twitched and started to shoot dry pint after dry pint of creamy spunk.

"Ugggghhh,"a vocalisation from nowhere said suddenly. John struggled to make common sense of it. Miriam disappeared into the ether, the kitchen dissolved and there he was in bed with Sarah with the early first light light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

"You filthy bastard you've cum in the bed again."

John realised he'd been dreaming. A wet dream.

"Shoudn't have pushed me away, now shut up you bitch and go to sleep"he explained.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that,"Sarah insisted.

"Or what ?"privy replied.

"I'll leave you."she snapped.

"Promises promises,"he sighed,"nooky you !"and he rolled over and returned to his pipe dream, except this time he was fucking Sarah while Miriam slowly wanked herself with a corgette as she watched them .