The Vicar's Wife (Part 2)

Helen lay there, tears of pain and hurt running down her face. She hadn't known that her wedding night would be as painful and unfulfilling as this. She slowly stroked her hurting cunt, bruised and puffy and sore but with the very slightest of tingling and sensitivity. She didn't even know what her clit was, but as her fingers moved to the top of her gash, she felt it, just the slightest of a sensation that she hadn't noticed before she had been violated. The sensation wasn't immense, but it was just pleasurable enough to make her aware of something 'different' down there. She had a full bush of hair down there, although it hadn't grown much until she was halfway through her teenage years and she's never even explored with her fingers, let alone anything bigger, so until that night, everything had remained dorment and untouched. Some of the boys at school had tried to touch her there and even offered her the opportunity to play with their cocks, but being shy and from the strict upbringing she had endured, she had been reticent in her refusals. Touching herself once more, and slowly enjoying the feeling and tingling sensation on that one tiny organ, she fell into a deep sleep, and dreamed of being touched there by something much smalled than Ben's cock, whatever it was, and she wasn't even sure what it was, it wasn't inside her, it was just sliding up and down her clit and giving her totally new sensations, she thought it might have been a small cock, much smaller than Bens, but all she woke up to was her index finger gentle stroking it and the tingling becoming stronger, she was on the brink of something that made her feel SOOOOO good, when Ben stirred and sat up. She quickly removed her hand and timidly looked at him and wished him good morning. He grunted and rolled over on top of her. His cock was hard from his morning wood and the need to pee. She managed to avoid him entering her and begged him to slow down as she was very sore, ignoring her protests he held her thighs open and dived in but before he started to rut, the need to piss got the better of him and he hurried to the bathroom. After a long and painful pee, it's tough to piss with a hard-on, his cock slowly deflated before he got back to the bed. The urge to rut had gone now as his cock was no longer taking over from his brain, and that instinct to fuck and ejaculate had dissipated so he snuggled up to his new wife and just cuddled. She didn't mind that, but soon she felt his stiffness erising between their entangled bodies............She froze, she hadn't even kissed him again that morning and, to be honest, she hadn't really wanted to. He showed no interest in showing her any real passion either, but as soon as the natural reaction of his cock coming into contact with a naked female took over, his cock grew and throbbed against her tummy. Her mind was in turmoil, the last thing she wanted was that 'monster' inside her again, she was sore and puffy and scared........What could she do..she panicked...........suddenly recalling something she thought she'd buried from her past as a 6 year old, she took his cock in her hand and wanked it as fast as she could, just like her uncle had made her do to his cock all those years ago. Fortunately for Helen it worked, before 2 minutes were up, Ben gasped and shot 3 or 4 ropes of gooey spunk in the air and falling back onto her nightie and his naked chest. That was all he needed, just the release. No passion or signs of love or appreciation, just that need to expell his seed. Helen felt relieved but not a tiny bit guilty of not letting him enter her again. Could she manage to keep him satisfied this way she wondered. Well she did for a long while and he never asked for more as long as she milked him regularly. They never talked about it either, but soon Helen started to experiment and explore her own body. Watching him ejaculate was fun, especially as sometimes he would accidentally splatter her blouse or nightie and even occasionally her face, which she found offensive to begin with but soon started to aim his cock towards her face when he let fly, she even went as far as being topless sometimes, even though it was against her Christian upbringing, and the warm feeling of his spunk on her nipples became very arousing for her. AShe still managed to keep him from actual penetration though, but she had started to explore with other, much smaller thing up her almost virgin cunt and had been getting used to teasing her clit.....but that was as far as it went at this stage.........she had only been married for a year by then, but then she became choir Mistress and began having choir practise at the Vicarage, a big, rambling country mansion with 6 bedrooms and 4 downstair rooms, 3 bathroom and a cellar. Also, outside was a big garden and a tennis court. As a choir boy myself, the Vicarage was one place I visited often, usually with others for choir practise or a game of tennis. I was about 10 at the time that Ben and Helen took over in our parish...........just approaching puberty.