Vera staple fibre, fifty three years old married with two grown up children, both of them working abroad. 5ff 7in and carrying a bit more weight than she would deliver liked, not that she was drastically stoutness, she had been a size 14 since turning 20, Frank, her husband had said that he preferred a woman with a bit of shape. condition she definitely had, with heavy 38D breast, curving in at the shank then flaring out to what her mother called childdbearing hips. Her legs were still good, maybe because she had always worn in high spirits hound, her bum and thigh were showing sign of cellulite but nothing serious.

She had always been a passably girlfriend and now firmly in halfway age she was still attractive, she knew that she could still turn a few heads in the high street, a pity that her married man showed so minuscule interest these Day. Sex had rapidly declined in the endure ten twelvemonth, now, if it did happen it consisted of a quick grope of her boobs, then him lying on top as he humped and groaned to a quick orgasm, then rolling off and falling asleep.

Vera could retrieve her live on coming, the only problem she had with it was that Frank hadn't been there at the time. They had been at the mixer order on a Sabbatum nighttime, Vera had gone to the toilet and was returning down the corridor when Apostle Paul Jeffries came staggering towards her. As he reached her, he lurched into her, his beer smelling hint overpowering her as he mumbled something about being in love with her. Vera had been pinned against the wall, Paul being considerably heavier than her.

She felt his paw fumbling at the front end of her annulus, she tried to push him away but he was far too strong. She felt his hand under her annulus, felt it on her naked thigh, then his digit insinuating themselves inside her step-in. Again she tried to crusade him away, telling him to barricade, but he was beyond reason. Even now she could remember those fat fingers finding their way to her labia, flicking and fumbling but then suddenly they were in spite of appearance her.

She went to cry out but her cry was stifled as his mouthpiece covered hers, his tongue forcing it's way into her mouth. She could still taste the sullenness of his breath. She still tried to fight him but as his finger began working rapidly in her vagina she was unable to stop the wetness they were creating.

"You like that darling don't you,"he said in a boozy drawl.

"smell Paul,"she said, trying to rationality with him,"Stop this fatuity now and l won't say anything, just let me go."

"I can experience your cunt all sloppy wet,"he leered as his finger carried on pummelling her.

"Please Paul,"she said,"please stop it."

"You're going to cum,"he said,"l can palpate it in your snatch, l want to fuck you."

"No Paul the Apostle,"she said, again trying to get away. The state of affairs was a nightmare but despite that she could feel her body responding to his fingers. She was embarrassed at her own reaction, Alice Paul Jeffries had always been a drunken slovenly person as far as she was concerned, yet how could he be stirring such emotions in her gut when her husband never could.

She tried not thinking of what was happening, in the vain hope that those digest churn emotions would go away, but that didn't work. She felt her thighs clamping on his wrist joint as his fingers continued to pump inside her.

"Randy kick,"he said, trying to kiss her again but this sentence she managed to avoid his stinking mouth.

Then her legs almost gave way as her flood of warmth flowed through her consistency, she gave out a muted cry as her coming burst.

"Horny bitch,"he said, as her juices flowed over his hand. He withdrew his finger, coated in her muggy cunt juice."tasting it,"he said, pushing his finger against her lips.

She tried to move her fount away but he was too strong, forcing his fingers between her lips he used his other hand to squeeze her breast hard. She cried out in pain and he seized his opportunity, forcing his digit deep into her mouth.

"Don't you dare prick me bitch,"he sneered,"or you'll get my pecker in there."He burst out laughing, but then a sudden change came over him."Shit !"He said as he suddenly released her, turning away and vomiting onto the floor.

Vera grabbed her chance, escaping back to the safety of the bar, hoping that she was not showing any outward sign of what had taken place.

"Are you okay V,"hotdog said when she retuned to the tabular array,"you look very flushed."

"I..l don't feeling very,"she replied,"l think l'll go abode, l think l ate something that disagreed with me."

"Oh, Okay then,"Frank replied,"you go on then, l might block off for another pint."

Vera grabbed her coating and left, teardrop streaming down her typeface."What a pig l married,"she said to herself.

Later that evening, Frank returned just in prison term to fall into bed and was now lying beside her snoring. Vera could not get the terrible scene out of her head, try as she might. Then she realised that as she was thinking about that vile man abusing her, her own paw had found it's way to her vagina, her digit stimulating her clitoris. Before long she felt her orgasm flood through her, biting her lip to insure she didn't cry out.

That was how it had been ever since, every clock time she thought about it she ended up on her bed, legs widely open air as she rubbed her clit to orgasm.

Luckily she had not crossed way with Saul of Tarsus Jeffries since that night, that is until she was coming out of the infirmary having visited her mother who was recovering following a autumn. Usually frank had taken her, waiting in the car until she had finished but this evening he had decided that a darts couple was more important.

Vera was just coming out of the chief room access when she saw Paul the Apostle waiting at the bus stop, immediately her legs went weak, stopping, she decided to refund inside and go to the café until he had gone, she would catch a ulterior bus.

By the time she was on the bus, it was getting wickedness. The bus trundled through Town, emerging at the other English, by this time Vera was the lonesome passenger left. The bus stopped to pick up passenger, three black gent boarded, they were in high spirits, laughing and jostling. The sonny sat near the battlefront, one bald, one had a crew cut and the other had his hair braided. The bald one kept looking back at her then talking to his mates, they then burst out laughing.

Vera was happy when her stop approached, she moved down the bus, as she passed the bloke the braided one reached behind her, flicking her skirt. All three salvo out laughing, Vera felt herself blushing.

She was relieved to chance the lads stayed on the bus when she got off. She proceeded to walk along the street. She saw the bus stop at the future stop, all three lads getting off, but again she was relieved when they walked away from her, laughing and jostling.

Vera approached the gates to the Mungo Park, she contemplated walking round but cutting through would save her ten minute of arc. Satisfied that there was no-one around she decided to walk through the park.

She did question if she had made the right decision once she had gone beyond the reach of the street illumination, but there was a full moon which helped illuminate the route. The pawl of her dog on the mineral pitch path sounded hollow.

Suddenly there was another sound, she stopped, was it a stride ? ... ..silence….a rustle in a nearby bush.

"Get a grip of yourself,"she told herself as she continued walking. She was approaching the centre of the ballpark, she could see the brightness level at the gates where she was heading, the path was clear.

There was the sound again, she had reached a park bench, there were high bushes behind it, she looked around….nothing. The fuzz on the binding of her neck were on edge, her nipples hardened, she felt a wetness between her legs. Instinctively her hand pressed between her legs.

"This is ridiculous,"she told herself,"this is no clock time to get randy."

Another sound…..she turned…..nothing. Turning back, about to expect on, a contour appeared in front man of her, a dark contour, moonlight glinting off the top of his bald head.

She gave a sharp intake of breath, more than wetness between her stage, her pegleg felt as if they were made of jelly. Suddenly she remembered how it had felt when those fat digit had invaded her vagina, she could even taste his revolting breathing spell as his tongue forced it's way into her back talk."Why am l thinking about that ?"She thought to herself, but her body responded again, just like it did when Saul of Tarsus Jeffries had molested her. Now, as the figure approached, she could realize out his lineament, it was the bald one from the bus, and a warm flow passed down through her body.

"What do you want,"she managed to say, trying desperately to keep control of herself."If you come any finisher l will scream."

"Now why would you desire to scream,"a productive, mystifying interpreter came from the chassis."What do you think l'm going to do ? What is it you would like me to do ?"

"N….nothing,"she stammered,"looking, just let me past, l won't say anything."

"Why would you say anything,"he said,"we're just two people walking past each other in the park, unless of course you want me to do something."

"What do you……l mean no, l just desire to go menage,"she replied. She tried to step to one side but he mirrored her apparent movement, staying in front of her.

"What do you suppose fellas,"he said.

"I reckon she's gagging for it Baz."

Vera swivelled bout as she heard another voice behind her, then she saw the early two emerging from behind the bushes.

"Do you think she's on the game Baz ?"A thirdly articulation said, Vera saw it came from the one with the braids,"the way she shakes her butt and bounces her tits when she walks l reckon she's on the game."

"Is that right ?"The bald one said. Vera turned back to see that he was now right in front of her, he towered above her, she saw how big he was but a shake of dread went down her spine.

"W…..what….Er please let me go."She fought the urge to burst into tears.

"Lee reckons you've got the tits of a whore,"he said, taking clutch of the lapels of her coat in each script, he suddenly tore it open, the clitoris flying off the fabric."They certainly look big, what do you reckon fellas, do you intend they're real or fake ?"

"We should have a look Baz."The gang cut one said.

"Do you hear that,"Baz said to her,"my protagonist want to see your tits. Now are you going to point us or do we have to make you ?"

"N…no, p….please, just let me go, please, l won't say anything l promise."Vera knew she sounded desperate, she could see close up how brawny Baz was, she knew there was no way she could get past him.

Suddenly he pulled her cap open, the clitoris going the Sami way as the ones on her coat.

"Wow look at this fellas,"he said, turning her to face the other two."Look at the way those mamilla are jutting out, l reckon she wants more than just showing her tits."

"Look, please…let me go, if l scream mortal will hear and you'll get into trouble, delight let me go."

"You hear that fellas,"Baz said, pressing up behind her, putting his blazonry round her, cupping her breast with both hands."Let me tell you this,"he bent to whisper in her ear,"believe me, if you scream you will rue it, now are you getting your tits out or shall l ?"

"Please don't do this,"she begged, but seeing the hazardous look on the faces of the two in social movement of her she knew it was pointless, there was cypher she could do, she was completely at their mercy.

"Do it Baz,"Braids said,"let's see her tits."

Baz grabbed her blouse, pulling that loose to reveal her titty enclosed in her bra, then with one tug, he pulled up her bra, her breast falling free.

"ass perdition Baz,"tress said,"they're fucking huge, looking at at those fucking mamilla man, they're like feeding bottle corks."He reached out taking each nipple between thumb and finger, squeezing them hard.

Vera cried out but was quickly silenced when Baz's hand pressed over her mouth.

"They're like smoke Baz,"twist said,"l reckon she's up for it in a big way, is that aright bitch, you want more than just having your tits played with ?"

Vera could feel tears streaming down her face, she could feel the strength of Baz as he held her, there was nothing she could do, but just like when Paul Jeffries molested her she felt her body respond, she felt a strong wetness in the pit of her stomach, she was deeply ashamed that she should oppose like that, she tried to severalise herself that she should fight but her body was sending different messages. She felt Baz's hired hand holding her chest, squeezing them first gently then harder, she was unable to give up herself as she sighed, leaning back against his firm body.

"She's screw hot for it Baz,"Crew Cut said,"do you reckon she's shaved or has she got a bush."

"Why don't you look for yourself,"Baz replied."Now you be a good girl and let my acquaintance have a look at your twat,"he whispered to her,"any electric resistance and these boob will get some proper punishment."As he said it he squeezed them hard again, Vera whimpered in response.

Crew Cut stepped forward and began fumbling with the waistband of her skirt.

"Oh for ass's sake Si,"Braids said, pushing his admirer aside, grabbing the waist of her skirt and tearing it from her body. Then he pulled out a knife from the back pouch of his denim, using it to cut the waist band of her tights before tearing them to shreds.

Vera was now totally divulge apart from her knickerbockers. Suddenly the view went through her head that she wished she'd had been wearing some rather more attractive underwear than the plain white, loggerheaded cotton wool pantie. Then she realised how surreal it was that she should be regretting not looking sexy enough when, as she realised, she was about to be raped.

"Please, l beg you, please let me go,"she knew it was her concluding fortune to get them to release her but she also knew it was futile, she could see the lust in the centre of the two in front line of her.

"We'll let you go bitch,"Braids said,"as long as you do as you're told. Take your pants off."

"Do as he says,"Baz said, releasing her,"then lay your coat on the grass and kneel on it."

Vera was all out of pleading, she gave him one last look, hoping that they would let her go.

"Just fucking do it bitch,"braiding said, pushing her off the way of life onto the grass."You should be grateful, a fucking old cow like you, l bet it's years since you had a becoming fuck, well tonight's your lucky night."

Rough hands began pushing and shoving her, her coat, jacket and blouse were pulled off her. braid pulled the waistband of her breeches and cut it with his tongue then ripped the garment from her.

"I knew she'd have a crotch hair,"work party Cut said,"fucking look at it Baz, it's a have intercourse forrest. Are you having her first ?"

"You bet l am,"Baz said, undoing his blue jean and pulling out his penis.

Vera stared in shock, she'd never seen a penis like it, it must possess been at least twice as big as her married man's both in length and girth. It looked like a huge rod of black smoothing iron with a big bulb-shaped purple contraband head.

"Oh god no !"She cried.

Baz just laughed."Bet it's the bragging putz you've ever had,"he said,"get on your knees and bend forward."

Vera couldn't ingest her eyes off his phallus, she saw it throbbing as it grew to total erection. As Baz held it in front of her she saw a astragal of pre cum oozing from the eye. She felt the rush of wet in her vagina, felt her nipples harden, she cursed herself for reacting like that, she knew she should agitate them, make it obvious that she would not submit, but instead she was transfixed by the sight of his penis.

Obviously Vera was no ingenuous Virgin, she had seen plenty of cocks way back in her youth, back in the days when she and her best supporter Jane had spent most of the schooltime lunch respite behind the wheel shed with their nipple out while they gave some boy a hand job, but that was before she married hot dog, since then he had been the only man to see her naked and certainly the lone man she had had sex with.

"You can fight back us if you like,"Baz said,"or you can co-operate, either way you're going to get fucked so why not enjoy it."

Vera knew there was no way to stop them, she realised that the important affair now was to hold out, if she fought them there was no telling how violent they could become. She decided she would birth to take on her fate. She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands.

"That's better,"Baz said,"now spread your legs."

As she complied she was momentarily blinded by a flash of visible radiation. She realised that one of them had just taken a photograph.

"look at those tits hanging,"work party Cut said,"they're fucking tremendous, she's like a big ass cow. I bet she's got a cow's slit as well Baz, you should have no trouble with that fiend of yours."

"Let's get on with it,"twist said, taking out his own phallus,"l can't wait much longer."

Baz knelt behind her. Vera felt the tip of his penis brush against her labia, his big unattackable manus gripping her hips. As she felt him locate the entrance of her vagina, her eubstance took over and ever so slightly she pressed back.

"Did you see that,"Baz said,"l knew she was gagging for it, well you can sustain it bitch."

As he spoke he labor forward, his cock ploughing into her in one mighty thrust until his pelvis crashed against her.

"Oh my god !"She cried.

"Shut the bitch up Lee,"Baz said, pulling back then ramming into her again.

Lee stood in front of her, grabbing a handful of her hair he lifted her headway. She saw his penis before her, only slightly smaller than the one violating her vagina.

"Suck it gripe,"Lee said,"and don't you even think about biting me, open your fucking lip and sop up my black putz, do it like you mean it."

It had been years since Vera had had a pecker in her mouth, only once since she was married had she done it with wiener, only for him to tell her it was what soiled whores did. Now she had Lee's cock being pushed into her brass as Baz pummelled her snatch stretching her despite the fact that she had birthed two children.

She felt pain as hands mauled her breasts but as she went to cry out again, Lee took his opportunity and filled her mouth with his hammer. Now she had two of the biggest rooster she had seen in her life forcing their way into her, one reaching as far as her womb as Baz humped himself into her, the other forcing her to gag as it hit the back of her throat. She struggled for breath, gasping for air as he withdrew only to cause it forced back into her throat. She was blinded clock time and again as person took photographs of her, she felt total humiliation.

"Hurry up Baz, l can't adjudge on very much longsighted,"she heard Crew Cut say,"just look at those mammilla man."

Vera felt her nipples being bullied and twisted. Suddenly the speed of Baz's stab increased, at the like time she felt the cock in her mouth spasm.

The one in her oral fissure was first to cum, filling her mouth with hot salty cum. Then she felt Baz make one final lunge and her vagina filling with the heat of his ejaculation. Vera felt her own body spasm, miniskirt blowup went off in her brain, at initiative she thought she was going to die then realised it was her own coming, the first sentence in her spirit that she had orgasmed while having sex. She groaned despite the cock in her mouth and automatically swallowed the cum as it still flooded her.

"I knew she'd fuck it,"Lee said, pulling his cock out of her mouth, wiping the last dregs of his cum across her face,"l bet that's the near nookie she's ever had."

"Can l go cause a go now Baz,"Crew Cut said as he continued to pull on her nipple with one hired man while masturbating with the other.

"Go on then Si,"Baz said, pulling out of her vagina, then moving round to prevail his cum covered cock in front of her human face."Get some shots of her licking the cum off my cock Lee,"he said. He grabbed Vera by her haircloth, pulling her case closer to his cock."poke it,"he ordered her, rubbing his cock against her lips,"clean my cock."

Vera felt another prick enter her vagina, fucking her urgently, within secondment she felt it cum and a thrill went through her body. With all thought process of resistance gone, she took Baz's stopcock into her back talk, sucking on it. There were Sir Thomas More flashes as he rubbed his rooster against her face, she responded by licking his shaft.

"This is fucking great Baz,"Lee said, changing his position as he photographed her,"she looks like a tool hungry whore. She's probably never been fucked properly in her life."

"Say it,"Baz said, lifting her head to earn her looking at him, spunk smeared across her face,"say it was the best roll in the hay ever…say it."

Vera felt the cock in her vagina pulling out, felt it being wiped against her bottom. Even with the humiliation she felt a warmness inside her, she tried to ignore it then felt disgrace that her trunk had betrayed her.

"Say it !"Baz ordered, shaking her head.

She looked up at him, she was totally at his mercy, she new she had to do as he wanted, she desperately wanted to get away and try and cope with her shame.

"That was my ripe fuck ever,"she said weakly, then flinched as he reached down with his other hand and grabbed her white meat, twisting it as his mightily fingers dug into the flesh.

"Louder,"he ordered,"say it like you mean it, beg me to fuck you again…say it."

"That was my outflank fuck ever,"Vera replied,"please screw me again."

"good,"Baz said, releasing her."Did you get that Lee ?"

"Got it Baz,"Lee replied,"it was brilliant, she can't complain now, we've got film of her mendicancy for Thomas More, are we going to bed her again ?"

"Pass me her bag,"Baz said.

Lee picked up her handbag, handing it over. Baz delved inside, extracting her phone and passing it to Vera."Unlock it and commit it to me,"he told her.

Vera took the phone, switching it on and using her fingermark to unlock it before passing it back. Baz took it and tapped in some numbers racket, a few seconds later his own earphone rang, he took it out of his sac, rejected the Call then made an entry on his phone.

"Now I've got your figure,"he said, returning her telephone set to her handbag,"l'll get in touch the next time l want to sleep with you and you had improve do as you're told or your class and Quaker are going to see you licking the cum off my big fatal cock and begging me to fuck you again, do you hear me ?"

"Please, l won't Tell anyone…just let me go,"she sobbed.

"I have to go Baz,"bunch Cut said, lifting his trousers leg, showing the plastic tag attached above his ankle."This things goes off if l don't get abode before my curfew, l only have a couplet more weeks to go."

"Go on then, you stupid person cunt,"Baz said to him,"serves you right for getting caught wanking where those schoolgirls could see you."

"Yeah but it wasn't them that reported me,"Si replied,"it was that teacher, l reckon she was jealous, she had a good look and took a photo before she rang the cops."

Vera saw him walking away, hoping her ordeal was over, she started to get up.

"Can we have her again Baz ?"Lee said,"l'm getting hard again and l haven't fucked her yet."

"You'll have to be immediate then,"Baz replied,"we have to report to H in half an hour and you know what he's like if we're late."

"Why don't we take her with us,"Lee said, getting behind Vera and pushing her down roughly."open up squawk,"he said to her, giving her bottom a smack.

Vera had no resistance left, raising her rear end and parting her thigh. There was another flash.

"Look at that one Baz,"Lee said, showing him his speech sound,"you can see the spunk running out of her pussy, and l managed to get her case as well."As he spoke he took hold of her by her hip and slide his cock into her cunt."talk of the town about boggy third mate,"he laughed,"it's like fucking a bowl of porridge."

"Get a have a go at it relocation on Lee,"Baz said,"just fuck the bitch and let's go."

He grabbed her by her hair, lifting her snag streaked human face to expect at him.

"Don't forget we've got all the pic, and a recording of you begging us to do it you, so don't even think about reporting us, do you hear ?"

Vera could sense Lee ramming his pecker into her and despite everything, she could experience her physical structure responding.

"I said do you get a line me,"Baz repeated, pulling her hair.

"Yes,"she hissed as her orgasm burst inside her just as the cock inside her came.

"You were veracious Baz,"Lee said, pulling out and using office of her pelage to wipe his prick clean and jerk,"she's a real cock thirsty bitch, are we going to secern H about her, do you believe her could use her, l know she's a bit old but it might be fun to use her instead of those young tarts."

"I'm not telling him yet,"Baz said,"the fat mother fucker will desire her for himself, l want to take some fun with her first."

"Be careful Baz, you know what H is like,"Lee said.

"I don't give a screwing,"Baz replied,"l've got plans that don't include him, you're with me aren't you ?"

"Sure Baz, you know what l think about H. Do l get to share her ?"He said, pointing at Vera.

"No problem mate, pass me a few twenty-four hours to organise it and you can have it off her any time you want."

Vera listened to them talking about her, she couldn't believe that they could be discussing using her for sex in such a casual manner, she started to beat to her feet, trying to pull together the tattered remains of her apparel. She managed to pick up her jacket, blouse, doll and underwear, rolling it into a ball, clasping it to her pectus, but then Baz took it from her.

"I'll payoff that,"he said,"l'll tangency you when l want you, you make for certain you answer, l can easily discover out where you live, you don't want your old man seeing the pic of you fucking and sucking three lightlessness stopcock, do you learn ?"

"Yes,"she replied meekly.

"cum on mate, we have to go,"Baz said.

Vera watched as they walked away, laughing and joking together as she was left there naked. She felt a insensate breeze on her build, shivering she hugged herself then bent and picked up her coat, it was begrime and crease and she could see the grease where Lee had used it to clean his cock. She put the coat on, realising that there were no longer any buttons. She recovered her shoe and put them on, then picked up her purse. She began walking in the guidance of place, looking back in time to see Baz throwing the end of her clothes into a dissipation bin.

She had to entertain her coat closed as she walked, grateful that the darkness would disguise her disheveled appearance. Her planetary house was only three hundred grounds from the outlet of the park and the road looked deserted.

She walked as quickly as she could, her thighs matt-up sticky from the liquid seeping from her vagina. Just as she reached her garden gate she heard a noise. Turning she saw Tom Harding, the widower who lived opposite, leaving his business firm on his day-after-day trip to the pub.

"hi Vera,"he called,"nice night."

"Oh, hello Tom,"she replied, trying to proceed her voice sounding normal.

"No lights on at yours,"he said,"is hotdog away ?"

"N….no,"she stuttered, wanting to get indoors as soon as possible,"he's got darts tonight."

"Oh, l'll see him down there then,"he replied,"can't say l'd be spending much clip in the pub if l had a good looking cleaning lady like you at home to warm me up, you can always come over if you're lonely you know."

Vera and Tom had flirted light heartedly for years, Vera had often wondered what would fall out if she ever took him up on his go but had always laughed them off. She was tempted to tell him that her pussycat was wax of cum, wondering what his reaction would be, instead she just turned and scuttled down the track at the English off her household to the indorse door.

Once inside, Vera went straight to the bath and began to run a tub. Then into her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, took off her coat and threw it onto the floor of her wardrobe, she would deal with it later.

She studied herself in the full length mirror, her messed up hair's-breadth, tear streaked face, her lipstick smudged from when her oral fissure had been violated. She saw the contusion on her knocker, they were legal tender to touch, her nipples looked even self-aggrandising than formula, as she touched them she felt them harden.

She went into the bathroom, locking the threshold, not that she expected Frank to be home any time soon but just because she wanted to find secure. She ran some warm water in the airstream catchment area and washed her typeface, then poured some wind oil into the hot bath.

The water almost scalded her as she climbed into the bath, she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling the ache and pain in the ass in her trunk relief as the heat penetrated her. She leaned back, sinking up to her Kuki, the water supply soothing and relaxing her. As she closed her eyes and relaxed, she had a sight of Baz above her. She could see his typeface clearly, she remembered how incredibly handsome he looked, then she saw his penis. In her idea she could remember every detail of it, not only the size of it but the way the veins corded the shaft, the bulbous heading a glistening purple black colour. She could see the drop of pre cum that oozed from it. She sighed deeply. With a will of their own her hands began to wander. One sliding between her thighs, the former gently massaging her breasts.

She recalled the way they talked about her, commentary about her knocker, input about her"cow twat ”. Her tummy trembled as she remembered those words, she had never felt that humiliated but even now, the thought of it stirred her. She shivered as her fingerbreadth located her button. She remembered how Baz's penis had felt as he plunged it inside her…she sighed again.

She couldn't retrieve any time in her married life that she had felt sexually desirable but tonight she had had three handsome unseasoned men wanting her, OK, so it was colza, yes it was terrifying, there was a second when she feared for her life, but then there was that here and now when her body's desire kicked in. When it began to rein her brain…then there was that for the first time orgasm….yes there had been times years ago when she had brought herself to orgasm, mainly out of frustration from the fact that Frank had never brought her close, but that coming, with Baz driving his penis deep inside her vagina, Lee's penis deep in her mouth, filling her rima oris with his seed.

Her back arched out of the water system as her digit tormented her clitoris to orgasm, her other paw pulling and twisting her pap just like they had.

"Oh Redeemer Savior yes….again….oh delight yes again !"She cried out, her digit thrashing the water system as she pushed them into her vagina, fucking herself with them. Her other manus squeezing and twisting her breasts just like Baz had done.

"Oh god yes….do me again….oh please, you beautiful Shirley Temple stallion…oh yes, acquire me again, produce me yours….oh christ !"She came again, even stronger, every muscle in her body clenching and relaxing then clenching again until finally she collapsed back into the water.

Suddenly she was brought back into the real number mankind by the phone of the ringtone on her phone.

"Oh my god, that could be him, he wants me again,"she said to herself.

In a trice she was out of the tub, almost slipping on the tiled story as water dripped from her body. She ran into the bedroom, diving for her handbag on the bed, rummaging frantically until she found her sound then dropped it onto the floor.

"Oh fuck !"She screamed, than realised what she had said, Vera never swore, the strongest word she ever used was damn.

She dropped onto her knees, scrabbling for her phone, desperate to reply it before it rang off. Turning it over she saw the screen telling her the call was from Jane. Disappointment coursed through her soundbox, she almost rejected the call in thwarting then caught herself on and swiped the green icon.

"Oh there you are,"she heard Jane's voice,"l almost gave up."

"Sorry,"Vera said,"l was in the bath."

"Oh, O.K.,"Jane said,"l was just calling to see if you would be there in the morning, l was going to promise in for coffee."

"Oh er yes,"Vera replied, then wondered if Baz might need her in the morning.

"Oh good,"Jane replied, not picking up on Vera's falter."I've got some really voluptuous news, l can't postponement to tell you."

Vera immediately wondered whether Jane's word could possibly be as juicy as her own, but she wasn't sure if she was about to tell apart her yet.

"Oh, that sounds interesting,"she replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"What do you think about hot dog and Steve off to Jack London again ?"Jane asked.

"I know nix about that,"Vera replied.

Both Frank and Jane's husband Steve were both keen supporters of the local anaesthetic football lodge. About a month earlier they had both announced that they were going to Jack London to see an away match and they would be staying overnight. Vera hadn't really bothered, as far as she was concerned, any day she didn't have to spend with wienerwurst was a bonus.

"That's not all you don't know,"Jane said,"anyway, l have to go now, l will tell everything in the morning, bye sweetie."Jane had blown a kiss down the phone and environ off before Vera could respond.

Vera wondered what on terra firma Jane's mysterious news program could be. Jane had always been far more adventurous than Vera, she was always talking about sex and thing she had seen on the internet. A couple of prison term she had shown Vera how to find erotica on her laptop, Vera had found it quite shocking, which Jane found amusing, telling Vera she needed to, as she put it,"put yourself about more,"significance sexually. She knew that Jane had had a few intimate dangerous undertaking during their marriage, Vera didn't approve but never said as practically, she assumed that when Jane had said that it was a case of sauce for the jackass, she was implying that Steve had also strayed a few times.

Well, Vera thought to herself, she had certainly put herself about a bit in the park, she wondered if she should tell Jane about it in the morning.

Vera looked at the time, although it wasn't very late she decided to pour herself a glass of vino and got to bed. She put on her nightdress, a rather sexless item that buttoned up to her neck opening, she didn't want any chance of Frank seeing the bruises on her breasts.

She sat up in bed, trying to read a leger but her mind kept returning to the events of other. She knew most masses would tell her to report it to the law but Vera had heard too many tales of women not being believed. Thinking about it, she also had to accommodate to herself that there was another ground for not reporting it, that being the way her soundbox had reacted and the way it still reacted every time she thought about it.

She pulled up her nightdress, putting her deal between her second joint and parting her labia. She felt how wet she was as her fingers traced the folds of her vagina, seeking that sensitive footling button. In all the year of Frank humping his seed into her he had never once brought her to orgasm and yet all Baz had to do was drive that magnificent phallus of his into her and her body exploded, flashing twinkle went off in her brain.

arrival for her vino, she finished off the methamphetamine hydrochloride then settled down, slowly teasing her clitoris as she imagined Baz's cock sliding back and fore up her pussy. Eventually her organic structure went into the warm glow of a gentle sexual climax before she drifted off to sleep.

Vera was startled awake by her hubby staggering drunkenly into the bedchamber. She glanced at her bedside clock then closed her eyes, trying to sham that she was still asleep.

The noise dog made as he staggered about getting undress, belching and fart was enough to wake the dead. Eventually he clambered into bed beside her.

A few seconds later his arm came over her, his hand resting on her boob. She fought the instinct to cry out with the pain as he squeezed it.

"It's your lucky Night,"he spoke against her ear. Vera was swamped by the foul spirit of dusty beer coming from his breath, immediately she was reminded of Paul Jeffries.

His hired hand went down, beginning to pull up up her nightdress.

"Jesus Christ fuck Vera,"he said,"why do you have to wear thin such sexless wearing apparel, no wonder l have to get wino before l fancy fucking you."

"Do you have to use that nomenclature,"she said, trying unsuccessfully to push his hired hand away and pull up her nightie back down.

"I bet it turns you on, hearing me say things like that,"he said as he succeeded in pulling her nightdress up to her waist."seed on, open your fucking legs and l'll apply you a treat."

"No chance of that,"Vera said silently to herself, but with a sigh of resignation she rolled onto her binding and parted her legs.

"I knew you liked me using that language,"he said as his hand went between her peg."Your cunt is dripping wet, get along on, l can't wait any longer, l've been playing with my rooster all the way from the pub, that new barmaid has got amazing mammilla, have a go at it me if l couldn't do her a favour."

Vera felt sorry for the young woman being gawped at every even by useless old men like Frank.

He climbed on top of her, his exercising weight pressing down, his face above her, his breather a foul smelling cloud enveloping her. He tried to kiss her but she turned her face away.

"Frigid cunt,"he said as he fumbled between them trying to get his cock in spatial relation to record her."You should be grateful, no-one else would want to have a go at it you at your age, l could take in stayed behind at the pub and shagged Gina, she's been giving me the eye all evening, she even undid two more push on her blouse, Good Shepherd, l thought her tits were going to fall out, l bet she's a hot bitch, l could have been fucking her instead of a arctic cow like you."

Vera gave a sigh of resignation as she parted her leg, deciding the Oklahoman he got it over with the better. As he successfully entered her, she closed her eyes, she imagined it was Baz above her, imagine it was his penis inside her. She let our a groan as wiener humped himself into her.

"That's better,"Frank said, mistaking her groan as some sort of compliment for him, he pushed her gown up further, getting his hands on her breasts. She groan again as he mauled her."At least you've got big tits,"he said,"they sag like piece of tail, not like those beauties on Gina, they're amazing, l bet she'd like my cock between her tits."

"Just get on with it Frank,"she finally said in defeat, his constant talking had driven away her imagination of Baz fucking her, now she just wanted her hubby to get off her and let her return to her aspiration."Are you in yet,"she said, smiling to herself knowing how that statement would irritate him.

"Fucking beef,"he said, humping into her harder, grunting with each thrust until he finally came inside her."There,"he said,"that's how it feels to have a man fuck you properly, l bet you came didn't you."

"What do you care Frank,"she said, trying to push his weight off her."Just get off me and let me sleep."

"Fucking wintry cow,"he said, rolling off her, grabbing her night-robe and using it to wipe his cock,"you should be grateful, there's plenty of women your age would be grateful to be fucked like that."

"Stop using that speech Frank,"she said,"maybe that cyprian in the pub likes it but l won't have it in this house."

Vera looked across at him when he didn't respond, realising he had fallen asleep and had started snoring. She pulled her nightdress down and turned with her back to him. She closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to get along. It took a while for her body to loosen but as she finally began to drift off she saw Baz's beautiful face above her, felt the power of him inside her, she felt a affectionate glow in the pit of her stomach as she drifted into a deep slumber .