Mary Martin and her husband Tim took their two youngest grandchildren to the local amusement park every weekend during the summer holidays, she was 49, Tim 52, they'd been married 25 years, had four grown up children and six grandchildren. The youngest two were 7 and 9, both boys who loved the various rides and couldn't wait to be big enough for the scarier ones.

On this occasion they were on their way out of the park when they passed a pillory, one of those where you put your head and hands in prepared holes and have your picture taken.

The boys went first then insisted nan, - now you.

She laughed, okay but don't throw anything at me.

She fitted herself in and Tim gave his mobile to the boys to take her picture, that was when she heard a click and the pillory tightened trapping her.

Tim and the boys thought it was hilarious she was even laughing herself but now began to panic, she was really stuck, Tim tried releasing her to no avail, a small crowd had gathered obviously finding the whole thing amusing and recording it on their phones, Tim tried shooing them away but the crowd was growing in size.

Mary, I'll go for help, he took the boys with him and returned some minutes later with a couple of men in overalls, the first thing they did was place a cover over her head and shoulders to stop people filming her.

One turned to Tim.

It'll be easier to wheel her to our workshop away from all these rubbernecker s.

Okay, I'll take the boys back on the rides for a while.

She felt ridiculous but at least no-one could see her face now.

She was wheeled through some large doors into a huge shed, not that she could see any of this.

She heard the doors slam shut.

A soft Irish voice now spoke.

Okay my love, we'll soon have you out of there, he then proceeded to reach around her unbuttoning her blouse, she started to protest but he completely ignored her and pulled the blouse up over her head. Next she flinched as something cold touched her back, it was scissors and with a couple of snips her bra was removed and her tits swinging free.

She was too gobsmacked to say anything especially as more hands were fondling her tits, two or three people at least but small hands, could it be girls?

Another snip snip and her knickers were gone and some hands moved from her tits to her cunt, she made to close her legs but the Irish voice told her, - Keep your legs spread for balance, if you slip over you could break your neck.

Her nipples were being pinched and rubbed and she couldn't deny it felt nice, a finger, then two entered her cunt, they slipped in easily and then four fingers, finally there was a hand completely in her cunt, it rotated back and forth and the nails stroking her uterus, despite herself she was gasping and her legs trembled, a female voice chucked, we won't need to lubricate this one, she wetter than ever.

She hadn't realised the pillory had now released her until she was lowered onto her hands and knees head still covered.

The Irish voice again.

Are you ready Mary?

She wasn't sure what he was referring to but her voice now noticeably husky said.

Yes, I'm ready.

The hand withdrew somewhat reluctantly, she sensed someone behind her then what felt like an enormous cock rammed balls deep into her cunt, she gasped and it withdrew completely.

Again Mary?

She nodded frantically

Tell me Mary, what do you want?

She was almost begging, fuck me, please fuck me.

He obliged ramming home again, building a rhythm and each time seemed more and more forceful and she was squirting having a series of orgasms like she'd never had before.

He gripped her hips as he unloaded a huge was of spunk into her, she was crying she'd never known sex like it, but it wasn't over, he was replaced by another cock, then another, she wasn't counting but there seemed to be an endless supply of cocks.

Eventually it all stopped, she knelt there waiting for what was to follow, spunk pooling under her,.

Hallo, hallo.

There was no answer, she removed the cover, the shed was empty, she hadn't heard them leave, she stood unsteadily getting her bearings, against one wall was a handbasin, she walked to it trailing spunk in her wake, it was full with not water, soap and towel nearby, her bra and knickers in a bin.

She cleaned herself as best she could, straightened her clothes and made her way back, Tim and the boys were also just getting back.

He smiled, you look like you've been through the wars.

She smiled back, that's the last time I do that, but now realising countless men had fucked her, not to mention being fisted by a girl and she didn't have a clue what any of them looked like, it was the fact that they were all anonymous that turned her on and she wanted to do it again but she wasn't sure how.

Already her mind was working overtime on a solution and in part two we'll see what it was.