6 comments/ 144091 views/ 30 favorites The Vicar's Wife By: sarahloveitt It was during an official lunch in the Town Hall that I first really noticed Susanna. She was on the adjoining table with her husband, the new Vicar, and six other dignitaries and their companions. The Vicar hadn't been long in the town and I had met his wife on only one occasion, at a civic church service. During the meal I was aware that she kept glancing over at me. It was the movement of her head that first drew my attention to her. I turned to look at her. Our eyes met and held each other for a few seconds, before she turned away. I was curious about that exchange of looks. There was a message in her eyes - but what? I turned to look at her again. Sure enough, Susanna moved her head to meet my gaze. It was as if we were drawn like magnets. I smiled briefly. She returned the smile, though without any humour. Her husband, who looked several years older than she, was holding forth. Having heard all his chat before - several times - Susanna was probably bored. I raised one eyebrow slightly. Her smile lingered before she pulled her eyes away again, pretending to show interest in the conversation at her table. At a guess, I'd have said that Susanna was probably in her late thirties, tall and elegant, with chestnut-coloured hair in a sensible cut. Her face was attractive, though not conventionally beautiful, with a nose that was rather too long and a mouth rather too wide, though full-lipped. Her brown eyes were set slightly further apart than usual. The overall impression she gave was of a serious, sober person, not given to flippancy or laughter. As the vicar's wife, she looked every inch the part. And yet, I surprised myself by feeling a light fluttering in my belly. That only happened when I saw an attractive man as a rule. Yet, here it was, churning a little at the sight of a serious-looking woman of around my own age. I allowed my mind to wander, speculating on the fullness of her breasts and the shape of her vulva. She glanced again. My heart gave a little leap. Yes, my goodness! I was attracted to her. I had not felt the least bit interested in women before now! Except for the odd grope with my old friend Charlotte during a friendly kiss after a few drinks. And the usual schoolgirl explorations of course. Ah well! My attention returned to my husband, Simon, who had consumed a glass of wine too many. His voice gets a bit louder when he's had too much drink. He's the organist at the church and was chattering on about the ladies' choir. Before I married him, he was much admired by many of the choir members who were all surprised, and not a little jealous, when we struck up a sudden friendship. I soon had him in bed, fucking like rabbits. He became my third husband. I was in need of s-e-c-u-r-i-t-y. He had his own house and a steady income with pension rights. Me? I had nothing of the kind at the time. But that was a few years ago now. The fucking's not exactly stopped, but is less regular shall I say. And being closely tied to the church as well, the missionary position is his favourite - well, his only position! However, now holding a job of some stature in the town, I have to be like Caesar's wife - above suspicion. As an attractive looking mature blonde, if I might flatter myself, I'm sure there are several guys who would love to lay me - and I wouldn't mind being laid by one or two of them myself - but discretion is everything in my work! Not on my own doorstep! But I do have my moments away from home. Mind you, I was quite young when I got most of my shagging done - bit of a shagaholic I was, at the time! Then two husbands - with the odd lover in between times. My second was much older then me - perhaps he caught me on the rebound from number one. The official speeches came and thankfully went until, eventually, the party broke up. Simon and I stood around chatting with the Mayor and his wife, until most of the guests had drifted away and left. I went into the ladies cloakroom to tidy up, feeling slightly tipsy. And who should be in there but Susanna. Noone else. The others had all gone. I smiled. 'Hello! We met the other day if you remember. I'm Sarah.' 'I do indeed Sarah. It's so lovely to meet you again. You look stunning in that outfit. Couldn't take my eyes off you.' I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and laughed. 'Oh, Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself. In fact, you look pretty ravishing!' 'Come off it,' Susanna laughed, and for the first time I could remember, her face lit up. 'Vicar's wives are not allowed to look ravishing.' 'Oh? And why not? You are, after all, a woman, like me. You're not a nun, are you?' 'Heaven's above, no! Well, what goes on behind the facade of a vicar's wife might surprise you.' She paused and looked at me quizzically. 'When can you come over for coffee?' 'If I read the signs right, preferably when your husband and mine are engaged in mutual religious matters.' 'You do - you read well. I'll give you a ring. It's so refreshing to meet someone I don't have to be formal and starchy with.' We hugged lightly, and our lips met for a friendly farewell peck - but they lingered rather longer than strictly friendly kisses are supposed to. Her lips were soft. I chewed on them lightly with my own, to show interest in her. Susanna responded. We stood there in the middle of the room in each other's arms, locked in a warm kiss, exploring the taste and texture of our lips! We broke off and looked at each other intently. 'Mmm! That was nice Susanna.' 'Me too. Let's get together soon. I've got some new underwear I'd like you to see.' We went into another clinch and this time, enjoyed a deep passionate kiss. As we broke away, with a deep sigh on my part, we squeezed our bodies together. 'Can't wait!' was all that Susanna said opening the door to go. 'Good job we're not wearing thick lipstick,' I chuckled. As she left I took out my compact to powder my face. My lips still tingled at the memory of her touch. Before leaving, I checked the state of my knickers. Wet through, of course! The very next day, Susanna phoned me. 'Lionel is with me Sarah. He and Simon are invited to a big meeting at the Bishop's place, straight after morning service on Sunday. He asked if we wanted to go with them, but I said I thought we might take the opportunity of sorting out the details of the civic calendar. What do you think? Come for lunch?' 'Sure. Ideal opportunity.' I smiled. The arrangements were agreed and two days later I was ringing the doorbell at the Vicarage. I had taken care with my dress - particularly my underwear - and the lightest of make-up. I spent some time over my hair, getting it just right. I wanted to impress my new friend. The door opened to frame Susanna in a light summer dress. She smiled warmly. 'Come in Sarah.' she held the door open for me. I stepped into the hall as she closed the door behind me. Turning to greet her, Su immediately took me in her arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. We remained in the embrace for what seemed like several minutes, kissing and fondling. Then Su took me by the hand, leading me into the spacious lounge, before turning to me. 'I can't wait Sarah. I've been on the verge of excitement all morning, anticipating your arrival. Wondering what we'd do and say. I think lunch can wait a while, but I'm afraid I can't.' Motioning towards the settee, she invited me to sit down. I felt the warm wetness in the crotch of my knickers as I sat. Without a word of warning, Susanna opened her dress to show me her underwear. 'There!' A see-through black satin trim baby doll, with tie front bust and ribbon trim, with a matching French lace thong trimmed with the finest Brussels lace. Hooking her thumbs into the top of her thong, she unclasped it and removed it from her loins, twirling it in her right hand. She faced me with a smile, swinging her hips first right, then left, in the manner of a model, to show off her narrow waist and broad hips. I was rather taken aback by the mass of copper-coloured pubic hair that spread down her inner thighs and peaked up as far as to her navel. No good for a bikini unless you're an exhibitionist, I thought. 'And what does Lionel say about you wearing those?' I asked with a dry mouth. 'Gosh! I have to hide them. He'd make me burn them if he knew. I just wear them when I'm alone, to feel naughty.' I swallowed hard as I watched my friend unhook her baby doll top and whisk it away to allow the full-cream breasts to fall forward, showing the wrinkly brown areolas, each with a circle of several goose-pimples round the perimeter, with dark hazelnut nipples. Susanna ran her hands over her pear-shaped breasts in a sexy, provocative manner, lightly rubbing the teats. My imagination ran riot. I speculated on what Su's vulva was like. I would soon find out. My eyes were drawn to the loins. The hair was so thick that the labia were completely hidden within the curls. But not so the stands of starchy liquid that had seeped onto them, like dew, evidence of her aroused state. Moving towards me, speaking in a low husky voice, Su said 'I am Aphrodite, darling, the Goddess of love and desire. Within me is my dark secret, the shrine of desire and the altar of love at which man may worship.' This was an entirely different person to the vicar's wife I was first introduced to. A whole change of personality. A real life Jeckyl and Hide. As she whispered the words, murmuring with pleasure, she ran one hand over her flat belly, her swollen groin, over the clitoral hood and between the slick lips below, before her fingers parted the labia, the middle finger slipping into her vagina, giving her a sensual flick in the loins. Removing her finger, now coated with her juices, she laughed lightly, pursed her lips and put the finger between them to taste her own juices. Unable to prevent myself, I put my arms round her narrow waist and gently raised my face to kiss the full nipples, one after the other. I rolled my lips round them, wallowing in the feel of those hard marbles in my mouth. 'What about your lingerie, darling?' Susanna breathed softly. 'I imagine that you too have a delicious shrine hidden within those milky thighs. Trickling with the honeyed lava of desire. Our bodies were intended by nature to be attractive – to be worshipped – to be penetrated by man's cock. Often. We should pamper ourselves, darling. Let's see.' Susanna raised me from the settee, put her arms round me, kissing my lips tenderly. I enjoyed the feel of a smooth soft cheek against hers, rather than the rough textures of a man's face, the sensuous lips with the tongue prising them apart. The stiff tongue snaked into my mouth, exploring the inner cheeks. It was long and probing and thrilling. I responded by pushing my own tongue between Susanna's teeth. Taking the sides of my light jacket in each hand, Susanna pushed it off my shoulders. That done, she kissed the side of my neck and behind the ear lobes, sending thrilling shivers down my spine, before undoing the fastening at the side of my skirt and lowering the zip. The skirt fell to the floor, leaving me in knickers and bra, in a daze of pleasant eroticism, with the arms of my friend embracing me. Eying me up and down, Su took in the details of my body as I removed my underwear before standing to face my friend. Our eyes met and I knew by the look in hers that she wanted my body. Although I had a few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, my skin was smooth, my full breasts were nice and firm with their smallish, well-defined smooth areola and small nipples, perched on top of the boobs. My blonde pubic hair was not too profuse, and neatly trimmed. The inner labia were plainly visible in the gash of my plump vulva, looking defenceless and meek. I knelt in front of her, trailing my fingertips over her thighs and hips, kissing her navel, running the tip of my tongue over her taut belly and into the plentiful bush of hair. I heard the sigh of pleasure and felt the ripples of delight run through Susanna's groin as the legs parted. Falling to my knees, I moved my mouth to the area between the thighs, muzzling the stiff mound and burying my nose in the peak of her vulva, rubbing it against the engorged clitoris. I took a deep breath to sample the smell of the damp, warm aroma of Susanna's perfumed sex, as my nose and tongue parted the labia. 'I don't want to come so soon – I want the thrill of a new experience to last,' Su muttered, taking my face in both hands to pull it away from her valley of passion. Playing at lesbians was not new for her – though she suspected, rightly, it was for me. She thought of me as casual and cool, if not exactly an ice-maiden. She knew that she would need to give me the orgasm of a lifetime to convert me to feminine love. Kneeling facing me, both of us were now as randy as hell, full of anticipation. I was a bit unsure of myself and my newfound sexuality. Our gleaming eyes were fixed on each other, glowing with lust. Our lips brushed together repeatedly, nibbling and tonguing, as Susanna gently eased me into the corner of the settee, cupping her hand gently against my wet gash. Then she slowly hinged my thighs wide, to expose the firm vulva in all its golden glory. I looked down on Su, whose eyes were focused on my feminine charms. The neatly trimmed pubic hair, the damp soft lips. I felt my vagina leaking, clogging up the mouth of my secret passage with thick female honey. Susanna was stroking my inner thighs, which were responding with ripples of delight, her eyes glued to the view before her. The idea of another woman inspecting my genitals for carnal enjoyment, was a confusing but exciting thought. It was a curious reflection that I myself had never really examined my genitals at close quarters. Mirrors are not the same. Susanna would already know the intimate details my secret parts better than me. I was desperate for my friend's approval. I held her head between my hands, encouraging it to close in on my vulva. The feeling of her cool breath on the labia increased the anticipation. My body gave a sudden lurch as Susanna's tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention she was paying to my genitals was now swamping my thoughts. My whole body was alive with trickling sensations. My skin tingled. My groin lurched and twitched inside. The inner feeling of excitement grew stronger and more intense. My muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. My thighs trembled and shook as I searched for the very root of the orgasm. Now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in my muscles, my loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. I desperately wanted the orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking my body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy. Moaning with agonised rapture, the waves of lust shuddered throughout my whole being. Su's mouth was driving me crazy, clinging on to her labia, nipping and lashing, her tongue jabbing in and out of the hot vagina. My tight rosebud rear entrance didn't escape attention, either. The long, stiff tongue penetrated it, after licking carefully around the rim, where the honeyed vaginal juices had trickled over it. God! Susanna was working my body like a delicate instrument. When, whilst furiously lapping my clit, Susanna unexpectedly pushed her index finger deep into my rear passage, that did it! It triggered the waiting orgasm. My body bucked violently. My whole body juddered and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered my loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! My loins were clutching at the orgasm, spasm after spasm, lurching wildly as the climax finally erupted from the very pit of my being, bursting through me like an exploding rocket. My agonising scream was almost silent, as though wanting to keep the intense joy to myself. I was glad that Susanna was both surprised and overjoyed by the power of my orgasm. As I recovered, she cupped the vulva in her palm, gently cuddling it. She smiled as she knelt beside me, tenderly kissing my nipples before engaging with my mouth. We kissed tenderly for some time, lips and tongues playing together, whilst I stroked Susanna' breasts with one hand, feeling her soft vulva with the other. Murmurs of untold delight escaped my lips as I slowly recovered from my ordeal, my breathing regaining its composure. I had never realised that an orgasm could be so intense - so completely overwhelming - fantastic! - surpassing that with any man I decided. Su certainly knew where the seat of a woman's pleasure lies. During the embrace, we slowly rolled onto the floor with me on top. It was now my chance to examine Susanna's dark secret. Explore that shrine she begged for. I would mirror the things that Susanna had done to me. After smothering her face and neck with kisses, I licked and nibbled my way down to her groin, paying attention to her navel on the way, whilst nipping and rolling the nipples with my fingers. Into the forest of hair growing on the hard mound, my lips and tongue sought the peak of the most exclusive part of Susanna's body, probing the creases of flesh until they encountered the clitoral hood. A light jerk announced their arrival at the crucial spot before my stiffened tongue snaked between the honeyed labia, exploring each crease in the valley as it found its way into the warm private pocket. I studied the vulva in detail as I kissed and nibbled. The brownish-pink ridges of flesh grew down the inner slopes of the outer lips, which were heavily covered with a black fleece, until the ridges joined together below the vaginal opening. That vital lair was protected by four substantial petals of wet pink flesh. They reminded me of a third set of small labia. Hidden within these little lips was the mouth, the very gateway to the darkest mystery of Susanna's whole being. The delightful entrance to the alluring passage of her shrine - to the altar of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and desire, now agape with lust. Susanna's words were a barely audible hoarse whisper. 'You are now in my garden of paradise, darling! Search for the shrine. Adore it! Worship it!' I lightly kissed the hollows of her silky inner thighs, blowing gently on the vulva. Slowly, the guardian tongues opened to reveal the secret yawning opening, filled with her starchy secretion. The mouth of her vagina dilated and throbbed, urging its juices to overflow, to trickle thickly down to the entrance to her other passage. After softly rubbing the tip of my nose, lips and tongue over the entire valley of delight, allowing my stiffened tongue to investigate the taste of the sweet, precious emission, I took the whole inner labia in my mouth, sucking and gently chewing with my lips. I felt the loins shaking and trembling, begging for more. With hands now exploring the whole delicious body of Su, my eager mouth devouring the delights of her vulva, I was aware of the slow increase in the tension in her loins. They were gently twisting and swaying. The muscles in the groin jolted with light spasms. Murmurs and groans of pleasure became more intense. The head rolled from side to side as the whole body starting to tremble. I was astonished and delighted by my own enjoyment of the act, and the reaction of my friend. Sharing the sexual arousal of another woman was a new experience for me. And a most erotic one. I delighted in dabbling in the forest of hair, the swollen outer lips, the delectable inner labia, the juicy lips of her inner mouth. The pretty puckered anus was covered with her juices. I snaked a stiff tongue into the centre of it. But I was even more amazed when, with a great lunge of the loins, and a loud cry of fanatical relief, Susanna's vagina erupted with a splash of her juices. They splattered over my face. The Vicar's Wife It had been a busy but rewarding year for me. My name is James Constable, and I am a painter. Of course with that name, everyone that I meet in the Art world asks if I am related to 'the' Constable. By this of course they are referring to the famous English painter John Constable. The answer to this question is that I simply don't know if we are related. The name does have its advantages, though, and it has probably helped to launch my career as a painter. It started with my first exhibition, which was held just over a year ago, in the spring of 1932. My work was received most favourably, and I sold several paintings. But more importantly, I received commissions to paint portraits of several influential (and wealthy!) people, and I had been well paid for my services. But now it was the summer of 1933, the portraits had all been completed, and I was ready for a break from work. Even though portrait painting was a useful source of income (even artists have to eat!) my real love of painting, like that of my namesake, was landscapes. I loved to escape from the confines of the studio and take in the whole kaleidoscope that Nature had to offer. So I had had an idea. My father had been born in a village in Kent, but when he was about seven years old, his family had moved to another part of the country. I had never visited that village, but now I decided that I would go there for a holiday. Then I could combine a little landscape painting with some research into my family history. It was mid-afternoon when my train arrived at my destination. It was quite a struggle to get out of the carriage door with my luggage and all of my artist's supplies. Luckily there was an inn quite close to the station and they were able to give me a room. I dropped my luggage in my room and set out to explore the village. The village was pretty, almost quaint, with several interesting buildings that would make good subjects for painting. But I had come to paint landscapes, so I walked to the end of the village and looked at the surrounding countryside. And what a disappointment it was! While I had pictured rolling hills and tree-lined lanes, most of the land was flat and had been given over to agriculture. It was quite unappealing. There was, however, an ancient stone bridge over a small stream, next to a few trees, that would make a nice subject. As I walked back to the village I noticed the church, and I knew that the church records would be where my quest for my family history must begin. So I decided that I would walk over and introduce myself to the vicar. He was a pleasant enough chap, the Reverend John Telford, and he most obligingly offered to help me search the records. We agreed to make a start the next morning. The next morning I presented myself at the Vicarage as agreed. Reverend Telford greeted me cheerily, and we adjourned to a room at the back of the church where the records were kept. Searching the records was an arduous task, as of course there was no index, and we had to examine each record of baptism and marriage individually. By noon all that we had uncovered were the baptism records of my father and his two brothers, and my grandparent's marriage record. I was just starting to get discouraged when there was a knock at the door. The door opened, and in walked the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She was about twenty five, I guessed, and her skin was the exquisite colour of ivory. Her face might have been sculptured from the finest marble by Michelangelo. She had flaming red hair, which cascaded down over her shoulders, contrasting superbly with her skin. Her ample breasts pressed against the front of her dress. She was an artist's dream come true. And she was a woman who any man would want to make his wife. "Luncheon is ready, dear," she said to Reverend Telford. And then she noticed me. "Oh, hello there," she said brightly to me. "Mr Constable, this is my wife Alexis," said Reverend Telford by way of introduction. "How do you do?" said the lovely Alexis, smiling at me. "Delighted to meet you," I replied. "Would you like to stay for lunch, Mr Constable?" Alexis asked me. "I wouldn't want to be any bother," I replied. "No bother at all," said Alexis. "Then thank you, I would like that very much," I replied. We all walked over to the Vicarage, and sat down and began to eat lunch. I had explained to Reverend Telford that I was a painter, and my search for a connection to 'that other Constable', and he told the story to Alexis. "Oh how exciting!" said Alexis. "To think that you might be related to someone famous. You know, I think that I read about your exhibition in London last year. I remember thinking how curious it was that you had the same name as a famous painter. Do you think that you will become as famous as him?" I laughed politely. "I don't think that's very likely," I said. "I'll be happy if I can make a living from my work." "Alexis paints, you know," said Reverend Telford. "Alex, you should show Mr Constable some of your work." Alexis looked embarrassed. "John, I'm sure that Mt Constable wouldn't want to waste his time looking at my paintings," she said. "I would be delighted to look at your work, Alexis," I said. "And please call me James. Perhaps we could do it later this afternoon, when we finish going through the church records." "Thank you, James, that would be lovely," said Alexis, flashing her radiant smile at me. We finished eating, and then Reverend Telford and I returned to the records room. By four o'clock we had found the marriage records of my great-grandparents, and we decided to call it a day. As we walked back to the Vicarage I was looking forward to seeing the lovely Alexis once more. Alexis was waiting for us with what seemed to be a look of anticipation. "I'll take you up to my studio," she said excitedly. She led me around the back of the house to a building that used to house stables, but now only contained gardening clutter, and then up a ladder to a large loft that had been set up as an artist's studio. There was a large skylight that let in a northern light that made it an ideal place to paint. "But this is wonderful!" I said enthusiastically. "What a great place to work!" "Yes, I love it here," said Alexis. "I can shut myself up here, away from the cares of the world." A brief frown formed on her face, but almost immediately she pushed it away. "This is what I'm working on now," she said. She showed me an almost-finished painting of an elaborate floral display. It was very detailed, and her work really was very good. "But the flowers keep dying, and I have to try to replace them with others that are the same. So the painting keeps changing," she said. "Alex, this is really good work," I said encouragingly, and she brightened up a lot at my complement. "Show me what else you've done." She showed me several other paintings. They were all attractive. I could see that she had a natural talent. What a shame that she had not received any training in painting, I thought. Then I noticed a half-completed painting of the stone bridge that I had seen the previous afternoon. "That bridge!" I exclaimed. "I saw it yesterday, and I thought that it would make a good subject for a painting. We must think alike." "It seems as though we do," said Alexis. "Maybe we could work together," I said. "You could finish your painting, and I could start mine." "Oh that would be wonderful!" exclaimed Alexis. "And you could give me some advice on my technique." "Then it's settled," I said. "We'll make a start just as soon as we finish searching through those dreary records." We returned to the Vicarage, and Alexis told Reverend Telford of our plans to work together painting the bridge. He seemed very pleased that I was going to help Alexis with her hobby. We agreed to resume our search through the records the next morning. The next morning, as Reverend Telford and I returned to the record books, he said, "I'm so glad that you offered to give Alex some advice on her painting. Lately her interest seemed to be waning a bit. She needs a hobby like that - I think that she gets bored sometimes." I nodded acknowledgement, and then I thought about Alexis as I searched the records. She was a truly beautiful woman. Life must be boring for her in this small village. Reverend Telford seemed to be quite a bit older than she was, about forty I guessed. He most likely would not be great company, in or out of the bedroom. I found myself wondering why she had married him. We found the marriage record of my great-great-grandparents early that morning. We stopped for lunch, and then by mid-afternoon I was ready to give up. I was thoroughly tired of the dusty record books, and there did not seem to be any older records of my family there. And I was thinking more and more about spending some time with the lovely Alexis. "I think we will conclude that there are no more records of my family," I said to Reverend Telford. He quickly agreed with me; no doubt he was tired of searching as well. We walked back to the Vicarage. "Let's go painting," I said to Alexis as soon as I saw her. She clapped her hands for joy and scampered off to collect her equipment. I went back to the inn, collected my own equipment, and walked back to the Vicarage. Then Alexis and I walked down to the stream. We set up in the same place that Alexis had used before, which was the place that I would have selected as well, and set to work. I did some preliminary work, but I spent most of the time advising Alexis on her technique. Of course I had to spend a lot of time standing quite close to her, and her presence made it very difficult to concentrate on painting. It was about seven pm when Alexis looked at her watch. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "Look at the time! I must get back." We quickly packed up our equipment. "I hope that your husband doesn't think that we have run off together," I said jokingly. The frown came back to Alexis's face. "I'm sure that he wouldn't think that anyone would want to run away with me," she said sadly. We walked back to the Vicarage in silence. "Would you like to do this again tomorrow?" I asked. "Oh yes, please," said Alexis, brightening up. We said goodbye and I walked back to the inn. The next morning Alexis was in her usual bright mood when I called for her at the Vicarage. We returned to the bridge, and this time I was able to spend most of the morning painting. However, I kept getting distracted by Alexis. She was wearing a pale green sun dress, with no sleeves, and it perfectly contrasted with the colour of her skin and her blazing red hair. I found myself wanting to look at her more that I looked at the bridge. And then I thought how much I would rather be painting Alexis than painting the bridge. "Alex, have you ever posed for an artist?" I asked casually. "Me?" she asked, surprised. "Who would want to paint me?" "Well, I for one would like that very much," I said. "Would you sit for me?" "I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "I would have to ask John." "And if he agrees?" I asked. Her face burst into a brilliant smile. "Oh James, I'd love to pose for you!" she gushed. "Then it's settled," I said. "We will talk to John at lunch, and if he agrees, we can start this afternoon. And I want you to wear that dress." "Oh that's good," she said. "I love this dress." We continued to paint and chat until it was time to return to the Vicarage for lunch. Alexis enthusiastically told Reverend Telford that I had asked her to pose for me, and was it all right if she did? He agreed without giving it much thought. And so after lunch we went up to the loft and I started work on Alexis's portrait. The afternoon light was ideal, and as I started to work I was pleased that I had asked her to wear the green dress. It showed a lot of her lovely skin, which I knew was going to be a challenge to paint, but the result would be well worth the effort. And the dress emphasised her breasts very well. Already I was planning to give nature a little 'help' in that area of the painting. We developed a routine of going out to paint the bridge in the morning, and then after lunch Alexis would pose for me in the loft. The first couple of afternoons, Reverend Telford stuck his head up into the loft to see how things were progressing, but since I told him that he couldn't see the painting until it was finished, he soon lost interest and stopped coming. Myself, I soon lost interest in painting the bridge, and I found myself becoming impatient each morning, wishing that lunchtime would arrive so that we could continue work on the portrait. As I got to know Alexis better, I began to understand the cause of her sadness. She told me that her family was wealthy, and her parents had wanted her to marry a distant cousin, whom she did not like at all. To avoid this marriage she had more or less thrown herself at Reverend Telford. He had been completely overwhelmed by her advances, and had quickly proposed marriage. Her father, who was a very religious man, had considered this to be a good match for his daughter and had given his approval for the marriage. Alexis didn't seem to have very much to fill in her days. There were a few duties associated with the church, of course, but there didn't seem to be much else for her to do. They had a housekeeper who came each day to do the cooking and cleaning. "I'm a hopeless cook," Alexis had confided in me. But she seemed to bask in my attention as I studied her for the painting. One day, Reverend Telford was away on parish business when we returned to the Vicarage for lunch, and we lingered over lunch longer than usual. We always drank a glass of alcoholic cider with lunch, but that day we had two, or even three, glasses, before we went up to the loft. I didn't know if it was because of the cider, but Alexis was in a rather quiet mood as she posed. Then quite unexpectedly, she said to me, "James, have you ever painted a nude?" I was surprised by her question. "Only once," I said. "In college, as part of my studies." "Was she pretty?" asked Alexis. "Not at all," I replied. "Particularly since 'she' was a 'he'. I suppose the experience was instructive, but it wasn't very ....... interesting." "Oh," she giggled. "Poor James!" Alexis was quiet for a few minutes, and then she said, "But haven't you ever wanted to paint a nude? A woman, I mean? Haven't you ever asked anyone to pose nude for you?" "Of course I would like to do that," I asked. "But it's difficult. It's not the sort of thing that one can just come out and ask a lady." "No, I suppose not," she said. Again Alexis was quiet for a little while, and then she said, almost casually, "James, would you like to see me nude?" I stopped in mid brush stroke. "Oh, Alex, you have no idea how much I would like that," I said. "But what about your husband?" "We won't tell him," she said. And as she spoke, she reached up and untied the strings at the shoulders of her dress, letting the top fall down to reveal her breasts. I stared. Open mouthed, like a teenage boy who was seeing a woman naked for the first time. Her breasts were simply superb, even better than I had imagined them. They were the same ivory colour as the rest of her body, of course, and were beautifully curved. And she had lovely big pink nipples that pointed up into the air in a delightful way. In my mind's eye I was already painting her in the nude, and I could see that it would be completely unnecessary for me to enhance the work that Nature had done on her. "Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Speaking as an artist, and as a man, I have to say that you have a beautiful figure," I gasped. "Thank you, James, as an artist and as a man," she said, sounding pleased with herself. Then before I could say anything else, she stood up, undid the buttons in her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Then she slipped out of her underclothes and stood before me completely naked. Once again I just stared. The rest of her figure was also superb, with a tiny waist, and nice round hips. And she has a little bush that was the same flaming red colour as her hair. And peeking out from her bush I could just see the two tight lips of her pussy. Then she saw where I was staring, and she blushed. "Oh, James," she said. "Please don't look at me there -- between my legs." "But why?" I asked. "A woman's secret place is the most beautiful part of her body." "Really?" she said. "My vagina, you mean?" "Oh yes," I said. "But I don't like to call it a vagina, it's much too clinical sounding. Men call it a pussy." She giggled. "A pussy?" she said. "Why do they call it that?" "I'm not sure," I said. "Maybe it's because if a man strokes a woman's pussy just right he can make her purr." Alexis moved close to me. "Stroke my pussy, James," she whispered breathlessly. "And make me purr." I reached out and pulled her to me, pressing my lips to hers. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her lovely body against mine. I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue, and feeling her tongue do the same to me. Then I moved my head down to her breasts, and she gasped as I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking it and rolling it between my lips. I slipped my hand between us, and she moaned as my fingers brushed through her bush and touched her pussy. Her breathing quickened as my fingers rubbed her clit. "Mmmm," she sighed. "Purrrrrr." I led her to the divan that we had been using for her to pose, and she lay down on it, stretching like a cat and opening her legs invitingly for me. Quickly I discarded my clothes. Then I kneeled down between her legs, and she let out a little noise like a yelp as my tongue touched her pussy lips. "Ohhhhhh!" she sighed as my tongue razed the length of her pussy, finding her little clit. She grabbed my head and pulled me even closer to her, wiggling and gasping as I sucked her clit. Then without warning I moved up and rammed my cock into her pussy. "Eeeeeeeee!" she squealed as my shaft disappeared completely into her. She wrapped her legs around me, thrusting her hips up to meet each of my strokes, until she erupted in the first orgasm of her life. We lay together for a few minutes, and then she said, "Oh, James, I never dreamed that it could be like that." I held her close and kissed her, and then she said, "Can we do it again?" "Oh yes," I said, and she squealed as I grabbed her. We spent the rest of the afternoon making love. Fortunately Reverend Telford was not expected home until the next evening. Next morning Alexis was still enjoying our lovemaking from the previous day. "I dreamed about you last night," she said as we walked down for our morning session of bridge painting. "Nice dreams, I hope," I replied. "Lovely dreams," she said, smiling at me. I could muster very little enthusiasm for bridge painting that morning. I just wanted to get Alexis back to the loft and get her clothes off. Of course I wanted to make love to her again, but also I wanted to start work on a nude painting her. I hadn't asked her, but I knew now that she wouldn't refuse to pose for me in the nude. Finally it was time to return to the Vicarage for lunch. We both ate quickly and went up to the loft. As soon as we were inside, Alexis threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. We made love on the divan once again. Afterwards as I was dressing, I said to Alexis, "Don't bother to get dressed. I want to start work on the other painting of you. The special painting that will be just for me." Alexis smiled, and I was sure that she knew what I meant. I set up a fresh canvas, and then I posed Alexis on the divan, just the way that I wanted her. Traditional poses for nude paintings are what you might call 'discreet', but I was having none of that. I arranged Alexis in a pose that showed not only her red bush, but also the tops of her pussy lips. And then I started to paint. The Vicar's Wife And so each afternoon we would first of all work on the 'official' portrait for a couple of hours. Then Alexis would casually undo the straps of her green dress and allow it to fall down, and each day I gasped in wonder at the joy of seeing her superb breasts. Then we would make love, sometimes fast and fiery, sometimes slow and intimate, but always wonderful. Then we would work on the nude portrait. Soon we stopped our morning sessions at the bridge. Alexis had just about finished her painting, and I had lost interest in mine. So we were then able to spend all day in the studio. I was glad of the extra time, as I knew that I had to finish two paintings in the time that I would normally spend working on one. As the days passed, Reverend Telford became a little impatient, and started to ask questions as to how much longer before he could see the painting. Now I knew that I really had to hurry, and because of this I knew that this would not be my best work. But I was determined that the nude would be as good as I could possibly make it. To save time I painted a very simple background to the 'official' portrait. On the nude portrait I did not paint any background at all, it could be added later. I wanted all the time that I could to get Alexis exactly right. I asked Alexis to leave her husband and to come back to London with me. She refused. I pleaded, and then I begged her to come with me. She cried and said that she just couldn't do it. "It would destroy John," she whimpered. "I know that he loves me in his own way. And there is his position to think of, both in the community and in the Church." Finally, and sadly, the day arrived when I had to pronounce both paintings finished. I kissed Alexis one last time. Then I carefully wrapped the nude painting, and took it along with my painting equipment back to the inn. The next morning Alexis was waiting for me when I arrived at the Vicarage. "Did you tell him?" I asked. "No, I was waiting for you to get here," Alexis replied. "Tell me what?" asked Reverend Telford, a little suspiciously. "The painting's finished!" I exclaimed with a flourish. "I'll go and get it." "Oh that's wonderful!" exclaimed Reverend Telford. I went up to the loft and returned with the painting, which I had covered. Then I held up the painting and removed the cover. "It's beautiful!" gasped Reverend Telford. "An amazing likeness!" "I thought you'd be pleased," said Alexis. Reverend Telford walked over to the fireplace and removed a picture that was hanging above the mantelpiece. Then he took the painting from me and hung it in pride of place. We all stepped back to examine it. And I have to admit, in the subdued lighting the living room, all of the flaws that I had seen in the severe light of the loft seemed to disappear. I was well pleased with my efforts. We had morning tea, and then I said my goodbyes to Reverend Telford and his wife. Alexis kissed me on the cheek, and I was sure that I detected just the hint of a tear in her eye as she said goodbye. I returned to the inn, packed my things, and paid my bill. Then I caught the next train back to London. The nude painting of Alexis now hangs in my bedroom. It is always of interest to ladies that I invite into by bedroom. Some are shocked and leave, but some are inspired to greater heights when we make love. But no matter with whom I share my bed, in my mind I am always making love to my beautiful Alexis. The Vicar's Wife Veronica Lewis was very pleased with herself as she and her friend, Julie Morris drove away from the parish council meeting. For months now she had pushed to utilise the women's guild, of which she was chairperson, in an effort to boost the attendance at the Sunday services. It wasn't that Veronica was overly religious; indeed in her youth she had been quite wild. She had won several beauty pageants. She even posed nude for various magazines to help pay for university. She finally settled down to study medicine. When she qualified and after some years working at various hospitals she GP practice in the town of Longmeadows in Kent. Now forty-two, Veronica was still a striking beauty. She stood a statuesque six feet tall. She was trim, with long smooth legs and large firm breasts. Her black shoulder length hair reflected sunlight. She married David Lewis, the fifty year old local vicar eighteen months ago after a brief courtship. David had two children from his previous marriage. Alison twenty-one and James nineteen who both were attending university. They also made no secret of their hostility to their father's marriage to Veronica. After all, it had been just two years since their mother, Grace, had passed away. Eventually Veronica got around them by paying their university fees and accommodation costs. Gradually Veronica settled into the triple role of local GP, step-mother and Vicar's wife. Conscious of her of her husband's position in the community, Veronica dressed modestly. Her skirt was always below her knees and her blouse was always fully buttoned. She tried to conceal her beautiful features but her natural beauty always shone through. When Veronica first arrived at the vicarage Julie Morris was the first to greet her. They hit it off at once and became firm friends. Julie was married to George. They had two children. John was twenty-two and Patricia was twenty-one. They both attended university. Julie worked as receptionist in her husband's financial consultancy firm. Years earlier both George Morris and David Lewis had been business partners but eventually went their separate ways. While relations were amicable enough both wives detected a certain tension between their husbands but for the sake of peace they decided to leave well enough alone. *** The following evening the women's guild met in the parish hall. Veronica put forward her ideas to the attending ladies. Her plan was to divide the parish between them and make visitations in pairs, explaining their work and in so doing, encouraging parishioners to return to services. Veronica's plan was enthusiastically received by the group. Veronica was delighted, not for her own sake, but she felt at least that she was doing something to help her husband and at the same time she was participating in a positive way in the community. *** Two days later Veronica and Julie came to the last house on the street behind the parish church. They had been encouraged by the positive response and warm welcome they had received. When they reached the last house they could see that it looked a little run down and the garden had grown a little wild. They wondered if there was anyone living there at all. In the end they opened the gate, went up to the door and Veronica gave a gentle tap. To their surprise the door was opened almost immediately by a man in his late twenties. "Well, hallo there. I heard you ladies were in the area. Please do come in," he said cordially. He led them into the living room. "Please forgive the outside of the house. I've only just moved here and between moving and work I've had little time to get the outside of the house done." Veronica was astonished. It was as if the young man had read her mind. "I'm sure the parishioners would too happy to help you out," volunteered Veronica. "Well, that's very kind of you. I was about to make some tea, perhaps you ladies will join me?" Veronica and Julie accepted the invitation gratefully. "My name is Edmund Slater, by the way." Edmund went on to explain that he had just moved to Longmeadows to take up a position in the council's engineering department. Edmund came back in and placed a tray on the table. He poured the tea and handed each woman a cup before pouring his own. "Please help yourselves," said Edmund, pointing to the variety of cakes and biscuits. Veronica went on to explain the reason why they were here and her vision for the future of the parish. As her friend was speaking Julie began to get an uncomfortable feeling. She couldn't pinpoint it initially but she knew it had to do with Edmund. Suddenly it came to her as she recognised the satanic symbol on Edmund's ring but was too late. Edmund acted swiftly as he pointed his ring towards the unsuspecting women and a strange light emanating from it rendered powerless and put them in an almost zombie like state. Edmund gave a sinister laugh. "Yes Mrs Morris. You guessed correctly; all is not what it seems." Veronica and Julie could see and hear Edmund but his voice was a strange echo. Their vision was a foggy dream like state and they were unable to move. Edmund took a few moments to survey his prisoners. He admired them both but was taken by Veronica in particular. This time he pointed his ring at Veronica and she stood up. Edmund moved his hand up and down and Veronica began to give a corresponding moan as she began to feel aroused by his actions. "Uuugh," she sighed as he breasts began to tingle and her pussy was being probed by this strange force. Julie was shocked at her friend's reactions but she was unable to say or do anything. For a moment everything stopped and Veronica stood still. Edmund once again, pointed to Veronica and this time she began to disrobe. As she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse her slip came into view. It was only as she unzipped her blue skirt and allowed the loosened garment slide to the floor that its full length could be seen. After discarding her slip Veronica turned her back to Edmund. She turned her head towards him with a smile as she teasingly slipped the straps of her plain white bra from each shoulder. She unsnapped it and swinging around to face him, allowed it to join the rest of her clothes in a heap on the floor and at that same moment her magnificent breasts sprang forth as if joyfully escaping their forced confinement. Her nipples hardened as they made contact with the air. In one swoop, Veronica gripped black tights and white knickers and rolled them down. She stepped out of them and putting her hands on her bare hips stood there unashamedly exhibiting her naked beauty. All this time Julie witnessed this erotic display. It was the first time she had seen her best friend naked and despite her moral outrage, she found it arousing, although she would never admit it. Once again Veronica began to move her hands. She began to moan ever more as she fondled her nipples with both hands. Eventually she moved her left hand to her pussy and began to play with it. Julie was once again morally disgusted but despite this she felt a sudden sexual attraction to her friend. She couldn't understand it. She was always heterosexual. She never had a lesbian bone in her body. "Your girlfriend is very beautiful, isn't she Julie?" "Y-yes," stuttered Julie. "She is very desirable." Edmund turned to Julie and pointing his ring to her, Julie found herself undressing in front of this stranger. As soon as she was naked, Edmund compared the two beauties. As well as being three inches smaller than Veronica, Julie's breasts were medium. She also boasted a full pubic bush as apposed to Veronica's trimmed pussy. It was the trimmed pussy that took Edmund by surprise. Veronica now lay back on the settee and with arms outstretched, beckoned her friend to come to her. Without hesitation Julie mounted Veronica and they began kissing passionately. Julie broke the kissed and with her tongue she travelled to Veronica's breasts and began to lick, suck and nibble them alternately, much to Veronica's delight as she continued to breathe deeper and deeper. When Julie reached Veronica's pussy she halted only to turn around in order to get into a sixty-nine position and both women began to lick and suck ravenously with a crazed lesbian ardour that neither could have imagined was ever possible. They orgasmed almost simultaneously, leaving both women breathless and exhausted. Once again Edmund, using his strange powers made Veronica and Julie dress and resume their original seating. Veronica began to speak as if concluding her speech and both women had no recollection of what had just happened. Edmund looked at his watch. "My goodness. Is that the time?" Veronica was amazed as she realised that an hour and a half had just passed. "Have I been speaking that long? Why didn't you stop me?" "Oh I found it interesting and revealing," responded Edmund. "Well, we must be going," Veronica as they got up. "I really would like to learn more. Why don't you call back on Friday and we can have an even better discussion?" asked Edmund with enthusiasm. Veronica was about to say no because of her scheduled surgery but something compelled her agree. Both Veronica and Julie were confused. They both felt damp and exhausted. More than that though was the sudden secret sexual craving they had for each other. That night as she slept, Veronica dreamt of ravishing her friend. She woke with a start and wondered just what was getting into her. At that same moment Julie woke from the same erotic dream and was wondering the same thing. What neither Veronica nor Julie knew was that Edmund had secretly filmed their lesbian tryst. He had also secretly photographed them in various stages of undress with strategically placed cameras. Now, as both women had their very erotic dreams, just as he had intended, Edmund enjoyed his homemade DVD. He found it a real turn on to see these very conservatively dressed ladies strip naked and indulge themselves in a lesbian frenzy. Not being a religious believer, he failed to understand why women would want to hide their beautiful bodies. The final edited DVD made it look as if they had always been lesbian lovers. Edmund Slater was very pleased with himself. The first part of his plan had been a success and he chuckled as he thought of what was to come. *** The following Friday found the two women again at Edmund's house. Veronica had asked Clare, her receptionist to rearrange her patient appointments. As they approached the house Veronica and Julie could hear strange music. Veronica was about to knock on the door but Edmund opened just as she was about to. "Ah ladies, it's good to see you again. Please come in." He led them into the living room and to their surprise there were about a dozen men in their twenties already there. "Gentlemen, the entertainment has arrived." Some of the men laughed. Veronica and Julie tried to turn but Edmund, using his ring, took total control of them. For a moment both women stood silent and then faced each other. Mindlessly, they began to strip each other, garment for garment, until finally they stood naked and their blouses, skirts and underwear lay in an untidy heap on the floor. They then knelt without a word and the men, now naked gathered around like vultures waiting to pick off their prey. One of them forced his hardened cock into Veronica's mouth and she began to suck with apparent expertise. This was despite the fact it was her first oral experience. At that same moment a huge cock was placed in each of her hands and she began to hand fuck them too. Her body was slightly adjusted so that her arse could be plundered by cock after cock. Despite being in this zombie like state Veronica and Julie could feel the sensation of burning in their arses with each explosion of cum. It seemed to go on for ever and as they changed partners their rhythms also seemed to pick up speed. The men and both women began to moan as the crazed orgy became more and more intense. Finally, as the last of them spent their loads, Veronica and Julie fell on their sides, totally exhausted. A few moments later they were led by Edmund to the shower. As the jets of steamy water cascaded about them Veronica and Julie began to wash each other down. Suddenly Veronica planted a passionate kiss on her friend and Julie reciprocated. Veronica began to suck and lick Julie's nipples. She then knelt and began to attack Julie's pussy with her tongue. Veronica kept assaulting Julie until her finally orgasmed to the tongue lashing. Julie also gave a corresponding performance, much to the delight of their gathered audience. After they left the shower Edmund again used his ring and they were instantly dried. They dressed rapidly and sat in seats. The men who had been watching also disappeared suddenly in a puff of smoke. Veronica began to speak as if nothing had happened and after a brief discussion Edmund sent the two women on their way. They were both confused and bewildered. What was even more puzzling was that they couldn't understand why their arses were very sore. That night Veronica had another erotic dream. This time she and Julie had sex in the shower together and as before they both woke up wondering what was happening to them. At that same moment, Edmund was amusing himself with his new homemade DVD which he titled "Gangbang of a Vicar's Wife." *** Two weeks later it was half term at the university and Alison and James were home for the period. Veronica had persuaded them to help Edmund Slater to tidy his garden. At the same time John and Patricia Morris were persuaded by their mother to paint his house. Edmund was delighted with this as it gave him an opportunity to enslave them. It was a hot day and after several hours he called them all in for some cool drinks. Again using his strange power all four sat motionless on the settee in the living room. First of all he led Alison and James upstairs to a bedroom. Like her step-mother before, Alison began to moan as she became aroused by Edmund's ring. James could see and hear her but was unable to speak or move. Alison then removed her top, revealing her plain bra. After slipping off her shoes she slid her jeans down. As she stood in her bra and knickers James's cock hardened. He was shocked. He had never seen his sister in a sexual way before. After all, it was wrong. Edmund could see the young man's struggle. "Your sister is very beautiful. Isn't she James?" James tried turn away. "Noo, mustn't," he cried. You are very strong but not that strong," laughed Edmund as he forced James to face his sister who was now naked. Alison, at twenty-one was an almost perfect young woman. Her breasts were full and firm. Her waist was slim and her black hair was long. She began to fondle her nipples. In the meantime James stripped. He pushed his sister onto the bed and gently mounted her. They began to kiss passionately. The sheer warmth of their naked bodies seemed elevate their excitement as their kissing became frantic. James moved to his sister's breasts and began to suck and nibble alternately. In response, Alison gave off sighs and moans that encouraged her brother. He made his way down the gap between Allison's breast with his tongue, licking and sucking as he made his way to her other breast. Eventually he made his way to her bare pussy and drilling through her pussy lips he lashed her clit almost in a frenzy. "Oh fuck," yelled Allison. It wasn't very often James heard his sister use such language but it acted as a spur as he continued working on her clit. Finally sensing she was ready, James gently inserted his hardened cock and began to pound her hard. Each stroke brought a moan of excitement. Their breathing became deeper as their pace accelerated and their body heat caused them to perspire. Alison could feel her juices beginning to gather and James was close to orgasm. They both strained to prolong this ecstatic moment of sexual joy but eventually they gave way to a huge and for both, a very satisfying orgasm. As with their mother, Edmund led brother and sister to the shower and dried them with his power. They resumed their positions at the table in the living room. Edmund then led Patricia and John to the bedroom where they enjoyed the same sexual deeds. When all four left they couldn't understand how each had a sexual desire for their sibling. That night they all had the same erotic dream and Edmund amused himself with his latest home movie which he entitled "Sibling Lust" Everything was going to plan. *** A few days later Julie arrived home from work. Her husband, George, stayed on with a client. There was no sign of John and Patricia. It was unusual because they usually lounged around the living room. She heard movement upstairs and went up to investigate. She could hear strange moaning from John's bedroom and when she opened the door she was horrified at what she saw. John and Patricia were naked and having sex. Julie was about to yell at them when she heard someone clearing their throat. She swung around. "Mr Slater? What are?..." Julie got no further as Edmund used his powers. "Mum, come on in and join us," cried John with a childlike excitement. Julie mindlessly walked into the room and her children stood up and began to strip their mother of her business suit. Julie just stood still as John unbuttoned and removed her black striped jacket and Patricia knelt as she opened and pulled down her mother's matching pants. John meantime, unbuttoned and removed Julie's white blouse. His cock hardened at the sight of her medium breasts when he discarded her plain white bra. He began to suck and lick them alternately. At the same time Patricia had removed her mother's plain knickers. "Oh mum, you'll have to let me do something about that hair," she laughed and began to probe Julie's pussy with her tongue. "Oooh," moaned Julie as her children continued to devour her sexually. There was only a temporary halt as she was carried towards the bed and gently eased onto it. John resumed sucking and licking his mother's breasts while Patricia lashed Julie's clit. As her arousal grew so did Julie's moaning. "Oh fuck," she yelled several times. Patricia suddenly stopped and looked up. "She's just about ready John," she said to her brother. They then switched positions. John spread his mother's smooth legs and gently inserted his cock. Patricia mounted Julie and pressed her bare pussy to her mother's lips and Julie began to lick and suck her daughter as if it were normal. John's movement was initially slow but picked up speed with each stroke. Julie's body began to respond positively and they eventually settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. At the same time she enjoyed punishing her daughter's clit. It was even more exciting when she heard Patricia moan. Soon too, Julie could feel her juices beginning to gather. Both she and her son orgasmed together much to their mutual satisfaction. Simutaneously, Patricia also orgasmed. Whether it was exhaustion or Edmund Slater's power, all three fell into a deep slumber. As before, Edmund filmed the whole thing. This time however he did nothing to hide what had just happened. It was several hours later when Julie Morris slowly began to wake. Confused when she felt body heat, she turned to her right only to see her son John also starting to come around. When she turned to her left she saw Patricia who also coming out of her slumber. It was an even greater shock when she realised they were all naked. It was clear to her what they had been up to but she could neither remember nor believe what had just transpired. Before her children became fully awake Julie sprang from the bed and grabbing her clothes, she fled to her own bedroom. She used her en suite shower to freshen up. She decided not to say anything about what had happened, afraid she might inadvertently reveal her own involvement. She remained troubled however and simply couldn't understand what had just happened. The Vicar's Wife When John and Patricia were fully awake and realised what they had been up to, they swore each other to secrecy, totally unaware of their mother's knowledge of the event. *** The following day Veronica arrived home just after two. It was her half day off and she looked forward to her usual game of tennis. When she put her medical bag away Veronica headed upstairs to shower and change. To her surprise she could hear the shower running. She could hear giggling. As she approached the door it opened and she was shocked to see Allison and James walking out and wrapped in towels. "Hi mum. You missed all the fun," laughed Alison. "What's going on here?" yelled Veronica in anger. "Oh, they're not up to anything you aren't," said a familiar voice behind. Veronica swung around. "Mr Slater! What?.." Edmund again used his power and Veronica was silenced. James and Alison led their stepmother into her bedroom and proceeded to strip her. It was almost as if it had been prearranged. James took charge of Veronica's upper body, removing her jacket, blouse and black lace low cut bra and Alison removed Veronica's skirt, tights and skimpy black knickers. The change to sexy underwear had been programmed into her by Edmund. James pushed his stepmother onto the bed and he removed the towel. It was only then that Veronica appreciated what a strappingly handsome young man her stepson was. James mounted his stepmother and after gently inserting his huge cock, he began to pump, building up speed at each stroke until they finally orgasmed together, while Alison stood there patiently, naked and smiling. With his load spent, James withdrew his cock and kneeling to one side, he began to suck and lick each of Veronica's wonderful breasts alternately. At the same time Alison spread her stepmother's wonderfully smooth legs apart and began to devour Veronica's pussy with her tongue, drilling for and extracting her brother's cum as if it were sweet honey. "Oooh my God," Veronica exclaimed several times as her stepchildren continued her ravishment. It finally ceased only when Veronica orgasmed to Alison's tongue lashing. Edmund felt differently about Veronica. That was why, unlike Julie, he erased any memory of what had just occurred. Nonetheless, he did film it all. Alison and Julie returned to their rooms and dressed while Veronica showered, changed and headed off to her tennis game. That night Edmund amused himself with his latest recording, titling it "A Stepmother's love." Everything was working out nicely. *** Up to now both David Lewis and George Morris had remained totally oblivious to their wives' and children's sexual adventures. About a week or so after the last episode Edmund Slater paid a visit to the vicar, entranced him and compelled him to come with him. George Morris was compelled in the same way. Both men eventually found themselves in Devlin's club. David had branded it Devil's Den. It had a reputation as a local brothel. Police had raided the club several times but strangely no evidence was found to justify closure. Like his wife and children, David found himself in a dream like state. There were women in various stages of undress. More were naked. Some were performing various sexual acts with clients, male and female. He was appalled at what he saw but as with his wife and family he could do or say nothing. He was then seated in front of a monitor in which two young people, one male, one female were in a jacuzzi indulging themselves in wild sex games. David was unable to identify them out as their backs were turned towards him. A moment later the door to the room opened and a woman came in. She was wearing a short glittery dress and donned a wonderful smile. To his horror, David realised it was Veronica but was forced to watch helplessly. Veronica turned and slowly and provocatively unzipped the back of her dress. David became hard as the zipper was pulled all the way down to reveal her beautiful naked back. As the dress slid to the floor David could see that instead of knickers Veronica simply wore what appeared to be a string of beads that divided her arse cheeks. As Veronica turned around her totally shaved pussy was exposed to David. It was something she had never done before. It had always been trimmed. She eased into the jacuzzi and began to play with the youths. The male kissed her and the female began to suck on her breasts. It was only then that David realised the youths were none other than John and Patricia Morris, Julie and George's children. He was forced to endure these scenes until eventually they all orgasmed. Just like David, George was forced to face the same humiliation. In his case Julie was tied to an X shaped contraption and totally naked. She was being whipped by Alison and James Lewis, who were clad in leather. Julie appeared to enjoy the whipping. "More," she screamed. "More." Alison donned a strap on and probed Julie's pussy. This had the effect of driving to total sexual excitement and that, in turn, turned Alison on. James meantime, busied himself sucking and licking Julie's breasts. When Julie orgasmed Alison put her whip under the older woman's chin and apparently gave her an order because Julie nodded as if in total obedience. After she was released from her bonds Julie knelt down and taking James's hardened cock, she began to suck ferociously. At that same moment Alison pounded her arse with the strap on. After some time, during which all three moaned deeply with pleasure, cum exploded in Julie's mouth and swamped her entire face. Alison now withdrew her dildo and having discarding it, stood in front of Julie, who now began to probe the younger woman's pussy with her tongue. As she drilled through the lips she proceeded to lash her clit, much to Alison's obvious delight. George's ordeal only ended when Alison orgasmed. *** "Wake up David. Wake up." Veronica's voice became louder as David slowly began to wake. "Have you been sleeping here all this time? I've been worried sick." "What? Where?" As the fog from his eyes began to clear David realised he was at his desk in his office. "What time is it?" "It's well after ten," responded Veronica. From the dark outside David knew Veronica meant it was ten pm. "A nightmare. It must have been a nightmare." said David in a low confused voice. "What was? What are you talking about?" The puzzled vicar said nothing. He simply got up from his desk. "Come on, I'll drive you home," said Veronica, unaware of what she and her family had been up to. George Morris was also roused from a similar state by his wife, in the same confused state. Julie too, had absolutely no recollection of what had transpired that night. Edmund again edited his latest film with deep satisfaction. It wouldn't be long now and all would soon be revealed. There was just one more scene before it was all completed. *** The beginning of the end came in a strange way. Several days had passed by and invitations arrived at both the Lewis and Morris households for a party to be held at Edmund Slater's house. It was a thank you party for all those who had helped him settle into the community. Dress was formal which both families thought was unusual and although they were reluctant to accept the invitation both families felt compelled to attend. Both families arrived together and they expected to see the other neighbours. They received a shock when, not only did they not recognise those gathered, but everyone was naked. When they all tried to leave none of them could move and Edmund Slater gave a sinister laugh. They were all led into a large room. The men and women were separated and Veronica, Julie and their daughters were led to one side of the room. They stood still as if in a complete daze and just waiting for something to happen. The wait was short as the men began to strip them. Veronica's golden dress slid from her shoulders and as it reached the floor her garter belt and stockings were revealed as well as her low cut black lace bra. Her bare pussy was already exposed because she wore no knickers, clearly a subconscious command of Edmund's. This became obvious as all the women wore and lacked similar garments. Veronica was then forced to lie on her back on a small made up bed. Cock after cock penetrated her pussy and began to pound her hard. At the same time she was forced to suck and hand fuck. Julie, Alison and Patricia were forced do the same. The last man to deposit his load into Veronica was George Morris and David Lewis expended his into Julie. Patricia received James Lewis's load while Alison was plundered by John Morris. The crazed orgy went on all night and eventually the exhausted families finally fell asleep. *** David Lewis woke up to the blinding sunlight and the sound birds singing echoed. Gradually he realised he was in a strange bed. He turned to the naked woman sleeping beside him. Thinking she was his wife he turned her over on her back and to his horror he discovered it was his daughter Alison. She in turn woke up and seeing her nude and bewildered father looking down at her, she screamed and grabbed the bed clothes in an effort to cover her nakedness. At that same moment Veronica woke up and let out a yell out as she noticed her naked son lying beside her. Like her step-daughter, Veronica grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around herself and fled to her bedroom. She met David as he too fled to their bedroom. After a rather heated discussion Veronica and David agreed to call the children together and try between them to ascertain what exactly occurred. While they were discussing matters, Edmund Slater suddenly walked into the room. George and Julie Morris as well as John and Patricia were with him. He released them from their trance. "What are we doing here?" demanded George Morris. "It's explanation time," responded Edmund firmly. "Explanation time?" asked a puzzled Veronica. David got up in anger. "I demand..." "Sit down Rev Lewis." There was something Edmund's voice that made David sit down. Edmund continued. "We must go back more than twenty years. The collapse of the United Financial firm in Birmingham." Both David and George looked at Edmund. "Ah, I see you remember." "Remember what? David, what's he talking about?" asked Veronica. "Well Mrs Lewis it's like this. The United financial Company collapsed owning millions. Ten million pounds vanished, along with two of the three directors, Charles Drake and Norman Palmer. The third director, Thomas Royal, was arrested, tried and convicted of financial irregularities. He died a year into his sentence. You see Mrs Lewis, Thomas Royal was my foster father. He raised me as his own son. His wife June, my beloved foster mother, died of a broken heart. Their daughter Margaret, killed herself. Overnight, because of these two men, my only family, were wiped out." "What has this to do with my husband?" asked Veronica anxiously. "It has everything to do with both your husbands. You see, Mrs Lewis, your husband is none other than Charles Drake. Any denials, Rev Lewis? Or should I say Mr Drake?" "You have no proof..." David was cut off. "Up to last year I had none. I tracked you both here but I had no proof. That is, until our old house was being renovated and a safe in which my late foster father kept secret documents was unearthed by accident. They showed clearly that you both had your hands in the till and you left the poor man to endure his last year in prison while you two lapped it up in Spain. I vowed that I'd kill you both for what you did. Then a strange man came to me and suggested there was a better way. He gave me the power of this ring that I'm wearing and with it I wreaked havoc with both you and your families. Observe." Suddenly one of the walls seemed to became a large movie screen. The first part of this showed Veronica and Julie indulging in lesbian frolics in the shower. Then they were clearly enjoying being gangbanged. The worst was having sex with their own and each others' family members. "But Mr Slater, we had nothing to do with this..." pleaded Veronica. "Unfortunately Mrs Lewis or Mrs Drake, what ever you prefer, you all benefited from the fraud, even if it was without your knowledge." "You bastard," yelled George Morris as he lunged towards Edmund, who in turn, stopped him with his strange power. Edmund spoke again. "A copy of the documents is now with the police and a copy of the film has been sent to the bishop." Just then the phone rang. "That will be the bishop for you 'Reverend' Lewis." The doorbell rang. "That will be the police. I suggest you let them in Veronica. My job is done here. Instead of killing you I've given you a living death by destroying your reputations. I now go to my own living death. The price was my soul but it was worth it. Farewell," laughed Edmund and he disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving the others to face their fate.