5 comments/ 96088 views/ 12 favorites Mrs. Rawson, The Vicar's Wife Ch. 01 By: amorone My walk home from school took me through the churchyard where I often stopped to smoke a cigarette before I reached my home where smoking was forbidden. Like most teenagers I did indulge in that unhealthy habit amongst others. I would stop by the vestry entrance to our parish church which was on the south side of that ancient building. The vestry was an extension or porch protruding from the main body of the church and therefore allowing a hiding place where I would not be seen smoking. I was a typical eighteen year old boy in the nineteen sixties and had a real passion for mature ladies. My thoughts were never far away from sex and I loved the thought of being seduced by one of my mother's friends or a neighbour and even my friends' mothers and my school teachers. On this warm summer's day I stood quietly in the sun hidden down the side of the vestry and was just ready to walk on when I heard voices from inside the vestry. I heard rattling and creaking from the large wooden door which opened and the voices were now quite clear. My heart pounded and my mouth went dry in fear of being caught there smoking. The voices were both familiar to me. There was a lady who was Mrs. Rawson, the wife of the vicar and the other was a male who was Mr. Wilson the organist and choir master. "Good bye for now and will we meet here again next Tuesday?" were the soft words from Mrs. Rawson. "Yes, I would love to see you again Susan, I have very much enjoyed our time together." replied Mr Wilson. There was a pause and a strange sound, it was a kiss, yes a long lingering kiss and another. My word, what had I stumbled upon? I got down low behind a grave stone to avoid being seen as Mr Wilson turned the corner, and whispered, "See you here at three o'clock on Tuesday then." I stayed where I was until he was out of sight and then continued on my way home, but with only one subject on my mind. What had been going on there and my thoughts wandered to him and her in a compromising situation somewhere in the church. Where would they go to be private? Did the vicar have a secret room somewhere within the church? I was quite familiar with our parish church as I had been in the choir and also an altar boy before I found other interests. I knew the vicar, his wife and the Mr. Wilson well through my younger years' activities. The next day I went to the church again and quietly entered by the main north door. I had to investigate my findings of the previous day as I had thought of nothing else all night and today. I had imagined them caressing and making love together. I had no idea what Mrs Rawson would look like unclothed but I had imagined her and it had turned me on. She was over fifty years old, quite short and plump. She dressed plainly with long black, often pleated skirts, with flat shoes and white blouses. I had never really noticed her figure but she was what one would expect for a woman of her age and standing, a little over weight. The unknown intrigued me. I had prepared an excuse for being in the church if I had been caught there, and it was that I was doing some research for a project at school. I had, in fact done that work in my earlier years and could now be expanding my knowledge of the twelfth century place of worship. Such places were not locked in those days. The building was all quiet as I cautiously walked to the front of the naive and looked for a secret room off the chancel. I found no secret places and so went to the back to the tower, and there was a room which was a partitioned area at the base of the tower. It was a small room which was where the stairs ascended to the belfry ringing chamber. There was a long rope hanging from a hole in the ceiling which was attached to a single bell used to call parishioners to church. There were a few chairs, some hassocks or kneelers as well as an electric convector heater and some coat hooks on which hung some religious garments. "This must be the place," I thought. "There was even a bolt on the inside of the door". I tried the door to the stairs and found it to be open, so I ventured up the stairs to the bell ringers' loft and peeped through the hole in the floor where the single bell rope descended and was delighted to be able to observe a large proportion of the room below. My thoughts were racing and my heart was pounding, I had to secrete myself here before three o'clock next Tuesday afternoon. I left the church and went on my way thinking only of Mrs. Rawson and Mr. Wilson together in that small room at the back of the church. I masturbated furiously all through the following days and nights imagining them fondling and fucking and her partially and fully undressed. I had visions of her mature underwear with stockings and her large breasts and stomach and her broad bottom. The Tuesday arrived and my penis was sore. I went off to school as usual but left lessons early to get into the church in good time. It was around 2.30 pm when I arrived and quietly entered with my excuse ready, should anyone be there to challenge me. The place was empty and so I went to my hiding place up the stairs to the chamber above the small room, carefully closing doors behind me. I settled lying on the wooden floor peering through the hole. Just before three I heard noises and the door to the room below opened, it was Mrs. Rawson dressed in her usual white buttoned blouse and her long full pleated skirt. I studied her figure and noted her large low hanging breasts which she camouflaged with the loose fitting blouse which was tucked into her skirt. Her lower legs looked quite normal with dark stockings or tights but her thighs and bottom were more substantial. She bent over to rearrange some hassocks and the full width of her bottom was revealed. The church clock struck three. The door to the room opened and Mr. Wilson appeared. He immediately hugged her and kissed her firmly on her lips. She responded pressing her ample body against him. She whispered, "Bolt the door Henry." He obeyed and soon returned to the embrace. The kissing was passionate; they both soon became flushed as he felt her bottom with both hands gently squeezing those large orbs and then he started to caress her neck and shoulders, soon his lips went to her ear and her neck. Her eyes closed and she sighed with pleasure. He stroked her shoulders outside her blouse and pushed the silky material to one side revealing her fleshy shoulders. He then loosened two buttons and revealed even more of her upper body. He kissed and licked her there. Her neck and chest were quite flushed now. He stood back and admired her saying "you are beautiful, Susan, I am so lucky to be with you and wish your husband would leave you to me." She replied, "I love our meetings and the way you treat me so gently and kindly, but you know we can never be together. We must just make the most of our time and be extremely careful not to get caught out. A scandal would cause so much heartache for all of us." He embraced her again and loosened some more buttons on her top and pushed the garment back over her shoulders revealing her soft pink skin and the rising mounds of her breasts. I could see her bra straps and the material at the top of the cups. Her bra was white but quite worn and very large. He kissed her upper breasts and licked in between then into her cleavage. The blouse was pushed further back until it fell around her waist. I could now see her bra clad beasts in full, her deep cleavage and her erect nipples making an impression on the thick material of her frumpy ladies bra. "What a fabulous sight." I thought. My cock was stiff now and I had to be very careful when adjusting it not to make a sound. She sat on a chair and he knelt on a hassock between her legs and caressed her breasts squeezing her nipples through the material and then slipped the straps off her shoulders and slowly slid the cups off her breasts revealing more and more of those ample soft white and dare I say it, but sagging buns. He reached behind her and undid the clasps of that bra. The huge bra fell into her lap and left her now naked from her waist. She stood and motioned for him to follow. She stood with those massive boobs hanging to the waist band on her skirt. Her redundant bra had now fallen to the ground. She leaned forward to reach his trouser fly buttons allowing her tits to just swing forward and from side to side; her long nipples pointing to the ground. I was captivated by the sight. She undid his fly and extracted his erect penis. She got on her knees on the hassock and took his long thin manhood into her mouth. She licked, sucked and caressed the whole length and fondled his testicles with one hand while using the other to rub his cock. This went on for some minutes; I would have come a dozen times if it was me in Mr. Wilson's place but he remained in control just stroking her hair which was in a pony tail. He now removed his gleaming cock from her mouth and uttered, "Sit on the chair Susan; it's time I returned the compliment." She got up from her knees and her tits swung again; she held them this time as she sat on the chair. He knelt on the hassock and started to caress her ankles and her lower legs gradually working upwards under her skirt. I could hear the sound of him stroking the nylon materiel of her hose. He lifted her skirt above her knees and continued to caress. Her knees were large and as he revealed more of her thighs it became evident that she was wearing stockings, covering her heavy thighs. Her upper thighs were pure white as were her long suspender straps. Her skirt was now up to the bottom of her white knickers. He continued to stroke the soft white skin of her upper thighs and finally allowed his thumb to stroke the gusset of her pants. She threw her head back and pushed her lower body forward on the chair. She opened her legs wide allowing him to see fully her upper thighs, her knickers and suspenders. Those knickers were French style, white and quite large. He stroked her pussy through her knickers for a few moments and then pulled them to one side revealing a very hairy bush. She pushed forward further and he started to lick her inner thighs and her hairy bush. His cock was still standing outright and she reached down for it and gently massaged the end. She must have got some pre-cum on her fingers which she licked off. Her then buried his head between her legs and licked away for ages, she loved it and I am sure she orgasmed, but very quietly. After several minutes of licking and sucking he stood up and said to Mrs. Rawson, "I need to be inside you, my cock is throbbing and it will slip in easily as you are so wet." She stood up and her skirt fell to its normal position, but her tits swung beautifully as she moved. She turned around and put her hands on the back of the chair and thrust her bottom out towards him. "Please be gentle," she whispered, "You know I am not used to this. My husband hasn't entered me for years." "I promise I will treat you with care Susan." Mr. Wilson replied. He undid his trousers and let them and his underpants drop around his ankles. He then lifted her skirt and placed it over her back revealing her huge panty clad bottom and he pulled her pants to one side and eased himself close to her bottom. She parted her legs further. He took his stiff cock and pushed it gently between her legs. He gripped her large hips and slid inside her. She groaned and I could hear the squelch and slurping sounds as he went in. Once inside he carefully pushed in and pulled out so that he got deep inside her. He reached beneath her and felt her large hanging tits as he pumped in and out slowly and rhythmically. She sighed and groaned and pushed back onto him. He released her tits and gripped her ample hips as his rhythm increased and then he groaned as he orgasmed releasing his semen into her vagina. He continued his slow and gentle pumping and reached between her legs again but his time to fondle her clit, I assume. Moments later she grunted a long continuous moan and pushed back hard. She had definitely come this time. After a minute or so he withdrew and I could see his wet sticky withering cock flop between his legs. She stood upright and retrieved a white garment from the hooks behind the door with which she wiped herself and his cock. Those gorgeous tits swung beautifully as she performed her cleaning up duties. They both dressed and kissed again before heading for the exit. She took the white garment with her as they left the room and I waited for a few minutes to make certain one of them did not return. I descended the stairs cautiously and walked through the church to the north side door, which I closed behind me and made my way through the churchyard towards my home. "Is that you John?" came a call from behind me. It was Mrs. Rawson. I stopped and waited as she approached me. "What are you doing here? Have you been in the church?" I felt my face glowing with embarrassment, and answered, "No Mrs Rawson." "I am sure that I saw you leaving by the main door. What were you doing in there?" "I am continuing my project on the history of the church for my school exams." I replied. Now it was her turn to look embarrassed. "Why did you say that you hadn't been in the church John?" "I thought that you may disapprove of me visiting the church without asking you or the vicar." was my nervous response. "Where have you been, because I was replacing the flowers and I didn't see you there?" she asked with some authority. I hesitated before I replied and she looked at me with piercing eyes. "I visited the tower and took some photographs of the view from the top." She looked very nervous now and just stared at me. "Did you see anyone else whilst you were in the church, John?" I replied again in the negative. "Can I trust you to tell the truth? I think I need to speak to your father about this." "But what have I done wrong?" I blurted out. "Maybe you should." My father was well known to the vicar and his wife and was quite a domineering type. He was fearsome and caused me much grief during my teenage years. "I am not sure, you look very sheepish." was her reply. She turned and walked slowly back towards the church entrance and I continued my journey to my home. The following hours were consumed with the thought of Mrs. Rawson, her large breasts, her stocking covered legs, and her large panty clad bottom, with Mr Wilson fucking her from behind. I wanted a piece of that action and schemed to find a way into her knickers. I planned to confront her with what I had seen and promise to keep it a secret if she would allow me to do what Mr. Wilson had done. I masturbated with that fantasy in my mind. The next day I made it my business to walk slowly past the vicarage on my way to and from school and I also walked through the church yard, but did not see Mrs. Rawson. When I got home that evening my mother said that she had been speaking to Mrs. Rawson, who she had met whilst shopping, and she had suggested that she and her husband might be able to help me with my school project on the parish church and that if I telephoned her this evening we could make arrangements for me to visit the vicarage for that purpose. Mrs. Rawson, The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02 The story continues from Ch. 1 where the eighteen year old school boy watched the vicar's wife behaving badly in the church with the choir master. * I called her that evening and she asked if I would be interested in some help from her and her husband to complete my project. I said that I would and we agreed that I should visit her at the vicarage after school the next day. I was nervous all through the day and when the time came to visit the vicarage I was trembling. I rang the door bell at four o'clock precisely and she swiftly came to let me in. I had been in their house on many occasions and remembered the spacious entrance hall, the huge staircase and the drawing room, the study and two substantial reception rooms on the ground floor. She led me to the study which was at the rear of the property, where she beckoned me to sit while she went to the kitchen to make us a cup of tea. On her return she sat opposite me and we sipped the tea. She was dressed as usual with her hair in a pony tail, some light make-up, a white buttoned blouse, black long pleated skirt and stocking clad legs. She was wearing her spectacles today with little round lenses which made her look like a school ma'am. She looked over the top. She appeared apprehensive as she sat opposite me and started to speak. "John, I will be pleased to help you with your school project and so will my husband but he is not here at this time as he is away at a conference, however he has agreed to give some of his time. I told him of our chance meeting in the church yard and about our conversation that day." There was long silence as she wrung her hands nervously. "I think I know what you saw when Mr. Wilson and I were in the church and I would like to buy your silence. I am ashamed of what I have done and it will cease from now on. You can imagine the consequences if my husband or any of his parishioners learnt about my behaviour. Will you agree to my proposal and never mention what you saw to any soul?" "I will agree to remain silent about you and Mr Wilson, but....." I now saw my chance. My heart throbbed and my mouth was dry. I sipped my tea. "But what?" she whispered. I replied with a stammer. "I want to do what Mr Wilson did with you on that afternoon." "What, you want me to allow a young man to see me naked and be intimate with me." "I want to make love to you." I said with more confidence now. "Oh no...........I'm stunned and shocked." She replied. There was silence in the room now as she thought. I sat and waited for her response. "We cannot do this." She muttered. "We can, I really want you Mrs Rawson and I have seen you almost naked. I love your mature body and want to realise my fantasy to make love with you." "No John, it's so wrong. You are a young man and I have known you since you were a child. I am almost three times your age." She sighed. "I am old enough; it's no more wrong than your meeting with Mr Wilson, we must or I will spill the beans." was my forceful response. "How could you, how could you ask me to do this, what about my husband, what about Mr. Wilson, what about your parents?" she cried. "No-one will ever know." was my quiet reply. "Let me think." She pleaded. Silence reigned again and she stood and walked around the study, hand top mouth, thinking. She pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. "I promise that I will not tell a soul, Mrs. Rawson." I vowed. "How about if I let you see me undress." "Yes please, but I want more." I insisted. "I will let you masturbate in front to me." She pleaded. "I'm sure you would enjoy that." "No, I really do want to love you, and caress you, please Mrs. Rawson. I am so excited by being in your presence." I responded. More silence, and more thought. "Will you be satisfied if we do this once and then never again and all will be forgotten, John?" "Yes, I promise." I replied. I was getting quite excited now, my heart was thumping again and I was perspiring. My penis was erect and weeping precum. "Then that is what I must do, John. When shall we do this thing?" She spoke in a low tone with her head bowed. "I am ashamed and I must pay for my sins, however, we must look upon it a lesson in life. Maybe we can both learn from this experience." "Can we do it now?" I said optimistically. I could not wait now she had agreed. It would drive me mad to have to wait for this erotic thrill. "OK let's get it over with while my husband is away, but you have given your word to keep this our secret. You mustn't ever mention it to anyone, not even your best friend." She insisted. She took my hand in hers and led me from the study into the spacious hall and then up the stairs into a large bedroom. As I mounted the stairs I was more anxious than I had ever been in my life. I was going to make love to the vicar's wife, a mature lady, older than my mother and with a voluptuous body. What would it be like? I followed her up the stairs and my gaze was fixed on her bottom, moving and rippling under her long pleated skirt right before my eyes. I imagined what was under there. I hoped, stockings, suspenders, or corset and large knickers would be found when I looked beneath. I was tempted to lift her skirt but I thought better of it. I could wait a few more minutes. Once in the bedroom I noted the walls were adorned with religious paintings and there was a chest of drawers with a wooden cross on the top, a dressing table with a large mirror and laid upon it a hair brush and a few trinkets and some glass dishes and candle holders. The bed was large and old fashioned with a wooden head board, many pillows and a floral quilted cover. Everything was immaculate, tidy and clean and smelt of the church. Some sort of incense perfume. There were simple tables on each side of the bed with books and a lamp on each and an alarm clock on one. She asked me to sit in a large armchair and wait for her to return. I asked her where she was going and she replied that she was going to the bathroom to undress. I asked her to stay as I wished to undress her. "I am embarrassed about my body and want to cover myself with my nightdress." She pleaded. I said, "I have seen you undressed before Mrs Rawson and I found the vision of you very beautiful and exciting, so please don't be afraid of revealing yourself to me." "If you insist, John, but I must go to wash." She slipped into her bathroom and I heard water running but she soon returned. So what shall I do? Shall I undress in front to you?" she asked. "No, please let me undress you as we go along Mrs Rawson." I answered. I got up from the armchair hiding my erection with my hands and stepped towards her and took her hands and pulled her gently to me. I kissed her lips softly and then more firmly. She did not respond initially. I put my arms around her substantial body and felt the softness of her fleshy hips and the firmness of her under garments. I hugged her close to me. I looked into her eyes through her spectacles where I could see fear and tears. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my chest and her belly against my groin. My cock grew stiff to bursting as I pressed it against her. She pulled back but I held her tight. I pressed my lips against hers again and this time she pressed back, opening her lips a little. I could taste the tea and maybe alcohol. She may have had a drink to calm her before I arrived. This was how I had imagined I would act with a mature woman in my fantasies. It was a dream coming true. I would have liked her to take the initiative, but it was apparent that I would have to hide my fears and take the lead. I began to relax but my stomach was in a knot, my cock was dribbling pre cum and I was trembling at the knees. I kissed her neck and her ear and fondled her fleshy back and her hips and finally her full buttocks. She had her arms around me but there was no movement. I began to kiss her in the "V" shape above the buttons of her blouse, and with one hand gently eased back the material to reveal more of her upper chest and I kissed her there as far I could, towards her shoulder. He upper chest was a little wrinkled, but was now flushing as I had seen during her interlude with Mr. Wilson. She was becoming aroused. My hand went to her hip and then her midriff and I stroked her body gently, then I felt her left breast from below with my right hand. I slowly and gently encroached upon that large orb through the material of her silk blouse and the protection of her supporting bra. She sighed and looked me in the eye. There were tears now and her spectacles were slipping down her nose. She was perspiring which gave off a wonderful sexy aroma. I reached for the top button of her blouse and slowly undid that and then more buttons gradually revealing her all encasing substantial white bra which was plain and well worn and revealed a little cleavage. It allowed her breasts to hang a little. Her arms hung by her side as I uncovered her. That flushing of her upper chest had now spread to her neck, her face and her cleavage. I slipped her blouse off her shoulders and pulled it from the waistband of her skirt. It fell to the floor behind her. She looked down, first at the blouse and then at her bra covered breasts. I felt each breast in turn through her bar and gently pinched her erect nipples poking out under the material. I lifted the material to look down inside her bra at her bare breasts. Her skin was a slightly wrinkled and quivery. "When will your husband be home?" I asked. "Not until tomorrow," Was her breathless reply. "He's staying away overnight at the conference." My mouth was watering at the sight of those huge breasts and below, her middle age spread, her midriff protruding over her skirt waistband. Her belly was round but still hidden by her skirt. I slipped her bra straps first one side slowly off one shoulder to reveal more of her breasts and then the other side and slowly and gently lowered the course firm material lower and lower, k issing and licking as I went and revealing inch by inch those massive bosoms. I smothered her shoulders and her upper chest and then her breasts with kisses. Eventually all was revealed and her tits were barely being supported as they flopped over the bra which was still held by its clasps at the rear. I asked her to turn around to help me with my fumbling to unfasten the four clips holding the whole thing up. The strap around her back was almost four inches wide, frayed and faded. Once the clips were released the bra fell to the ground at her feet and those tits flopped on to her midriff. They dangled there and she stared at them, slightly elongated. "I am embarrassed by my old floppy breasts, John; please let me cover them with my blouse." She asked. "I cannot believe that a young man could find them attractive." "No, please let me see them in all their glory, I love them, I want to hold them and kiss them. They are glorious." I replied. She smiled a nervous coy disbelieving smile as I took her left breast in both my hands and gently lifted it to my lips. I kissed it all over and with my thumbs, I gently massaged her nipple. It quickly hardened as it became erect in front of me. Her areola was oval shaped, pitted and filled as it also became hard. Her nipple was as long as the last joint on my middle finger. I now took her nipple in between my lips and softly sucked and licked it before taking as much of her nipple and surrounding breast into my mouth as I could. She asked me to be firm but gentle. I then allowed that breast to be lowered to her midriff and turned my attention to her right breast. I again lifted it with both hands feeling the very substantial weight as my lips lowered to her erect nipple. She sighed as I sucked on that elongated protrusion. My penis was fully erect and had been for some time thus becoming uncomfortable, so I adjusted it in my pants to be pointing upwards. She watched as I made the manoeuvre and smiled a more relaxed smile this time. I hugged her and we kissed quite passionately, I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and she willingly responded. I held her with my left hand on her bare back stroking her bare skin down to her waist and with my right hand fondling her left breast, weighing, caressing, pinching, squeezing and tweaking her nipple. I felt the fullness of her hips and discovered the presence of a corset beneath her skirt. Her arms were now around my shoulders holding me against her bare breasts. I felt them against my shirt and she moved them in such a way that they brushed against me. She was apparently getting some pleasure from this activity. She was becoming relaxed and letting herself go. She was making groaning noises and her kisses were passionate and agitated. Saliva dribbled between our lips and down our chins. She pulled away and dropped to her knees. She went to my trousers fly and undid the buttons. She groped inside and felt my penis. It had to be released from within my underpants. This was difficult due to my erection. She now went to my belt and unbuckled it and the one remaining button. Then my trousers and underpants were pushed to my ankles. She took my penis In both hands and rubbed down the length as if she were rubbing her hands together. I was dribbling precum and she went hesitantly to my circumcised knob and licked the white sticky substance. I felt my orgasm coming and tensed. The first shot hit her full in the mouth and the second went all over her glasses and more hit her chest and breasts. She squeezed the knob and wiped the semen onto her hands. She reached for her blouse which was lying on the carpet and wiped the sticky substance from her face and her glasses. She then cleaned her hands. To my utter surprise, she now took my still erect cock into her mouth and sucked and licked the remaining semen from my purple knob. Mrs Rawson stood and walked to her bed where she sat and exhaled licking her lips. I stood there with my trousers and underpants around my ankles. I looked at her sitting there with her huge breasts almost resting in her lap. Her face was flushed and the moisture from our passionate kissing shone from her chin. She now stared at my nakedness from my ankles to the bottom of my shirt and my erect penis jutting out pointing almost directly at her. I was still very aroused and had a desire to get my hands under her long skirt. "John, please remove your shirt so I can feast my eyes on your young virile body." She whispered. I stripped naked and she beckoned me to get close to her. She rubbed her hands over my chest first and then my flat young stomach and my legs and thighs and then my buttocks smiling as she did so. "I am enjoying this after all, John." She murmured. It was now my turn to drop to my knees in front of her as she sat there on her bed. Her pleated skirt covered her belly, her thighs, and her knees and fell to midway down her calves. I reached forward and stroked her thighs through her skirt. I could feel her suspenders and the clasps holding up her stockings and then I stroked from her ankles up her legs to her knees. My hands slipped down to the hem of her skirt and stroked her stocking clad calves again and gradually felt up to her knees and behind her knees. She did not move but just sat watching me. My hands by now were under her skirt on her thighs. I slipped my fingers between her thighs and eased them slightly apart. There was no resistance so I just continued to feast on the feeling of her warm silky stocking covered thick thighs and the sight of her sitting there naked from the waist upwards. This was the vicar's wife, the lady who was in church every Sunday and weekdays supporting her reverend husband. She had known me and my family since I was a small child and I had dreamed of some sex action with a mature woman, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. I gradually slipped my hands further up her thighs till I reached the hallowed stocking tops and felt the beautiful warm, soft, smooth flesh above those stocking tops, and now the hem of her large French style knickers. More silk to feast on, making my mouth water; my hands tremble and my cock dribble precum. I felt the course hard material of her corset. I needed to look at this. I just relished the feeling of her bare upper thighs and the occasional brush by my thumb on her silky pants. I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs only a finger tip away. I put pressure on her to open her legs a little more and she did as the fingers from both my hands ventured into the warm dampness of her inner thighs. She leaned back on her hands and let out a soft warm sigh. My finger tips touched the gusset of her knickers and I could feel the hairiness of her pubes through the silk as I very nervously felt towards my goal. I could feel a mound and a soft slit covered in hair. I rubbed it with one finger and she gasped. I continued until my finger pushed the material in to the slit. I then used my thumb and all my fingers to fondle this area and she gasped again and closed her eyes. My fingers pulled the gusset towards me and then I slipped my hand in through a leg hole until I could grasp that soft swollen, damp, hairy vulva. She now laid back on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. I pushed her skirt up over her waist to see her beautiful white silky pants and her corset/suspender holding in her belly. I unclipped the stockings from her suspenders and then tried to pull her knickers down. She lifted her ample bottom and I slipped them down her thighs. I removed her shoes and her knickers and suspenders. I now parted her legs further to feast my eyes on her very hairy bush and that tell tale slit which was by now swollen and moist. I shuffled between her legs on my knees and opened her vulva with my two index fingers. It was very large, very wet and very red. I could smell her now -- a new experience as she smelt different to my earlier, younger conquests. I pushed a finger into the slit and then two while I held it open with my other hand. All that was left of her clothing was her skirt bunched up around her waist and she tried to manipulate it to hide her ample belly My fingers immediately became soaked in her juices as I gently slipped them in and out of her vagina. She now started to respond by fidgeting her bottom and by pushing forward to enable me to go in deeper. "Please tell what you would like me to do." I asked her. After a short silence she replied huskily. "Go deeper, gently, more fingers, that's right, work on the top, the upper part of my vagina, massage there. Look for my clitoris." I knew she would like me to massage her clit, so I used my left hand to gently stroke that hard little bud at the head of her vagina. The moisture was spreading to her clit area and it glistened as I fixed my gaze on her now erect secret button. I wanted to lick it. Would she like that? I extended my tongue towards her vulva as my fingers worked on the two sensitive places. I licked her clitoris. She jumped and let out a huge sigh. I continued to lick and she opened her legs as far as she could and with her fingers held her labia lips wide open revealing all of that gorgeous, blood red, glistening orifice. She was breathing very heavily now. I went to her labia with my lips and sucked both in to my mouth licking and sucking on them, tasting that sweet ladies juice. "That is wonderful, John, please don't stop." She grunted and groaned through clenched teeth. After a few minutes she spoke again. "Push your tongue down harder on my clit, John, yes harder, go under the tip, lick all of the hood and yes that's good more please more. Harder, faster yes more." She shuddered to a long and draining orgasm, grunting gasping and squeezing her thighs around my head. My fingers got soaked as they were gripped inside her now swamped cavern. Mrs. Rawson, The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02 "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh. That was wonderful." She gasped. She lay there and opened her legs releasing me from her grip. I was able to survey her voluminous vulva. I had an overwhelming desire to lick all the moisture from her hairy labia and all around her vagina. I did just that and pushed my tongue into her vagina as deep as it would go. She did not object, just twitched as she remained sensitive there following the subsidence of her orgasm. To my surprise she started to show signs of raised excitement, so I continued to lick and push my tongue against the upper part of her vagina. She got wetter again and squeezed her thighs about my head as I pressed down on her clit with my thumb. She helped me to massage that at her pace with her right hand. She twitched and shuddered again to another orgasm. "My word," was all she could utter. This time the orgasm was less intense and shorter. She again now released my head from the lock and just laid there panting. "Are you O.K. Mrs. Rawson?" I enquired. "Oh yes, John, just give me a minute to recover and then I want you to enter me. I need to feel your gorgeous thick penis deep within me." She then moved further on to her bed and turned on to her hands and knees; I followed her and knelt behind her. My cock which was pointing to the ceiling was placed between her arse cheeks. She pushed back and I leaned forward over her back to grasp her hanging breasts beneath her. I weighed them and squeezed her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She reached back between her legs and groped my balls. I allowed her to take my cock and she presented it the entrance of her pussy. I eased it forward and pushed my engorged cock head past her labia. It slipped in easily as she was loose through age, still so wet and sexually aroused. She wriggled her arse until she was comfortable and then pushed back at me. I gripped her hips which must have been half a meter wide. She was still wearing her skirt. I wanted that off and started to peel it back, she objected but I insisted. I withdrew and after a few seconds it was removed over her large hips and bottom. I had to penetrate her again which was easy. I let her do the work, back and forth she swayed. I felt no friction due to her wetness but she seemed to be enjoying it. She manoeuvred herself so that the pressure was down on to her clit and then up against her back passage. I felt beneath her again, this time to cradle her hanging belly, her midriff and of course those large hanging melons. I then slipped my hand down to investigate her pubic area which was sopping wet from our previous activity. She breathed heavily and uttered, "Find my clit again John, please." I did find it easily and gently rubbed it. We were both still as she rose to another climax, which was more of a shudder and a groan which did last for some seconds. I continued to press onto her engorged bud and she eventually spoke. "John that was wonderful, but I can't take any more, please bring yourself off now, as I am so tired." I then pumped away gripping her hips and she reached between her legs and grasped my balls. She gently stroked them and pushed her finger underneath towards my arse. I moved slower now, and her stroking of my arsehole was the final straw and my cock throbbed and burst into a convulsive climax. I felt my semen pumping into her vast cavern. She collapsed on to her bed and I went with her to remain inside her as my feelings subsided. After a few minutes I separated myself from our sticky sweaty bodies. I dressed as she lay there with her legs apart and her arms beneath her upper body; her breasts splaying out from beneath her. She eventually looked up and asked, "Will you promise to keep this to yourself, john? About us and Mr Wilson; I have enjoyed our love making so much, but cannot bear the thought of anyone finding out?" "Yes, you have my word, it's our secret and I have really loved loving you. This experience has exceeded my expectations and I would like very much to do it again." "Oh John, you promised we would only do this once." She replied "OK, but I know I will want you again. I will certainly be reliving this evening on a daily basis." "So will I." Mrs Rawson admitted. "Will you masturbate thinking of me making love to you?" "Yes I kissed her firmly on the lips and stroked her large arse and then walked to the door. She called me and asked me to leave by the back door and be careful no-one saw me. I knew a discreet way to leave the grounds of the vicarage and walked towards my family home. Once inside I went to my room where I undressed and got into bed, although it was still quite early. My parents were not at home. I laid there thinking about my adventure and played with my penis and could smell Mrs Rawson on my hands. I was not fully erect but still managed a small ejaculation. During the following days I thought of little else, just my interlude with Mrs Rawson. I needed to do this again and soon. I was uncertain whether she would allow it, but I had to try. I wandered past the vicarage and through the church yard daily and finally into the church. It was three days later before I caught up with her again. She was arranging flowers in the church as I approached. She was wearing her hair differently: it was wavy and shorter than before. She was not wearing her specs and her skirt was different. It was a light summer material and her top was a tight roll neck white cotton top really emphasising her large breasts which appeared to be higher and pushed together more than I remembered them. "Hello Mrs Rawson." I said "and how are you today?" "Oh John, I'm really well, If still a little sore." She whispered. "Can we chat please Mrs Rawson?" I asked. "We must be careful john, we mustn't do that again, as nice as it was, I dare not." "Please, just a few words in the vestry?" "O.K. but only a few words, that's all, no hanky panky, I mean it." She insisted. We went to the vestry and I closed the door. I walked towards her and planted a big firm kiss on her lips. "No John, No. You promised." She protested. "I am desperate to love you some more Mrs Rawson." I pleaded. I got my penis out of my trousers -- it was erect and dribbling. "O.K. I will masturbate you, but just this once and then no more." She conceded. She went to work with her hand on my erect penis and I just had to touch her. We stood there in the vestry, her rubbing my penis and me fondling her now much better controlled breasts through her top. Her nipples became erect and I just had to squeeze them gently. I pushed her gently to a chair and stood in front of her. I got my testicles out. She took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other.Then I reached down to her knees and lifted her skirt up on to her thighs. She tried to stop me but not with much determination. I pushed my hand up her thighs along the valley created between her legs. I reached her stocking tops and her silky knickers. She let me in and I slipped my fingers inside her knicker leg till I felt her hairy, soft moist pussy lips. She opened her legs obscenely wide for a lady. I shot my load all aver the vestry floor. She sucked the end of my cock and I rubber the inside of her pussy with vigour. She groaned and lay back in the chair, breathing heavily. "John, that was really naughty." She admitted. "But heavenly, I love it." There was a "clank" of a metal door latch being lifted outside the vestry. "Someone has entered the church by the north door." She said with fear in her tone and her eyes. "John, I will go to see who it is while you leave by the vestry door. Put that away." She said referring to my now half limp dribbling penis. She left and closed the door behind her. I heard a female voice and Mrs Rawson replying. I left and walked around the church till I reached the north door. The two ladies emerged as I passed and Mrs Rawson called to me. "John have you a moment?" I stopped and faced them; my face must have still been flushed. "This is John, one of our ex choir boys and he is undertaking a project about this church for his school exams. He knows a lot about the history of the church. Could you show this lady around our church please John, as I have to go to get my husband's tea?" "I'd be pleased to." I replied. I was introduced to the lady as Marie who said she was from the U.S.A and was visiting the U.K. with her husband searching for their ancestors. Her husband was having a nap after a day of golf and she had decided to explore the church. She was about forty something, of slight build, maybe 5 foot 2 inches about 120 pound and with a slim figure. She was wearing a pink summer dress with shoulder straps, a flared skirt to just above the knee, no stockings and low heels. "Hi John, it would be so kind of you to show me your beautiful parish church." Mrs Rawson said her goodbyes and thank you and we went into the church. I let Marie go first, as even then I was a gentleman and was delighted to observe that the sun shone through a window revealing her beautiful figure silhouetted through her dress. We walked around the church to the altar, the two side chapels, the pulpit and the nave. Now she wanted to investigate the vestry and she walked straight in there. "Oh john, look, someone has spilt something on the floor, be careful not to slip on it." She said in surprise. Mrs. Rawson, The Vicar's Wife Ch. 03 This chapter continues the tale of John and Mrs Rawson the vicar's wife from previous chapters and his involvement with older ladies connected with the Church. John, our eighteen year old schoolboy has been asked to give a guided tour of the parish church to a forty something year old American tourist. Marie stood for a few moments looking at the spillage on the vestry floor and then turned and walked towards the door to the body of the church. "What is that on the floor, John?" she asked with a glint in her eyes. "I don't know Madam," I sheepishly replied, "maybe it's something connected with the flower arranging." I was blushing heavily, my face was burning. "Well, it certainly did not look like water, John." Marie answered, "And please call me Marie." "Would you like to see more of our church?" I asked her. We had looked at the eastern end where there was the alter and the chancel and the beautiful windows. There was a list of vicars dating back to the 1400s and memorials to the local dignitaries and their families. She had also looked at the lists of the fallen from two world wars in case her family had lost a member then. "Let's look at the tower now John," she asked "and is it possible to climb to the top?" "Yes, we can do that, but the stairs are narrow and steep, so we must be careful." I replied. We went to the partitioned room at the base of the tower where I had first observed Mrs. Rawson and Mr Wilson in that compromising situation which had led to my involvement with her. She went first and opened the door and then to the door which led to the stairs. "Would you like to go first?" I asked and she agreed. We started to mount the stairs slowly and she was three or four steps in front of me. I was presented with a stunning view of her legs. I could see up to her lower thighs and how enchanting it was. I wanted this view to go on forever. Her legs were quite slim and muscular. Her thighs widened out showing some tell tale signs of her age. She was not wearing any stockings. We continued to rise and I slowed to let her get a couple more steps ahead which allowed me to view more of her thighs. She seemed oblivious to what was going on behind her. That soon changed as a draught wafted up the steep stairs causing her dress to rise allowing me a fleeting glimpse of her knickers. I saw the whole of her upper thighs and then her lovely pure white rather old fashioned knickers. They were satin; I discovered later and described as cami knickers. They were like little shiny shorts, quite roomy with embroidery around the bottom. She half turned and looked down at me. I was looking straight up. Her dress was flared out. She must have known I could see her knickers and she smiled "Are you OK John." I panted but could hardly speak so I just nodded. She realised what had happened very quickly and pushed her skirt down with both her hands. In doing so she let go of the rope which was there to assist people in the ascent or descant of the tower. She stumbled a little on the uneven ancient brick stairs and I had to move swiftly to assist her. By now she had hold of the rope again and to steady herself. My assistance was not required but I did have hold of her waist which felt wonderful. The little bulge of her belly, the soft roll of her hips and the smell of her perfume thrilled me. One of her hands covered mine which I first thought was to remove it but no, it was a soft reassuring touch. She pressed my hand to her hip which was quite fleshy but felt soft. She was back on track now and turned around to thank me for helping. The door at the base of the tower must have come open to allow the warm summer air to rise causing the draught which caught her light cotton pink dress. We took a few more steps and I got a little further behind again praying that the draught would reward me with a further view of her knickers. Yes, I was rewarded with a soft upward breeze and her skirt rose to reveal those gorgeous thighs and knickers again. This time she kept hold of the rope and just carried on walking up the steps. We reached a platform and she stopped and pushed her skirt down. She looked out of a small window and she asked me to come close to look at the view of the English countryside through that very small aperture with her. She wanted to know about some landmarks visible from that side of the tower. Our bodies touched, it was electric and my heart was pounding. My mouth went dry and I noticed that she licked her lips as well. We moved apart and she walked on up the steep and winding stairs. The breeze again caught her skirt and I was delighted to see her bottom with those exotic panties and this time I noticed that the gusset was drawn up between the crack in her buttocks. I could see wisps of dark hair. Again she ignored the revealing of her most intimate under wear. We eventually reached the summit of the tower and I had to squeeze by her to open the door to the viewing area at the top on the outside. She did not mind and just stood still. I brushed past her bottom and felt my semi-erect penis make contact against her rump. We ventured out on to the roof of the tower where she admired the view and we were both absorbed by the quiet, solitude of that place. The wind caught her dress again and lifted it right up over her bottom, thus giving me a full view of those lovely mature thighs and her ample bottom filling her satin cami knickers. She did brush her dress down but only after I had seen the beautiful sight. It was a beautiful sight on a warm sunny summer's day. "Are you enjoying the view?" she said with a smile, looking down at her legs. "Yes, very much," was my reply, but I was embarrassed and blushed again. I was nervous.. "You have been looking up my dress all the way up the stairs, haven't you, you naughty young man." She uttered sternly. I looked down at my shoes and replied that it was not intentional. "By the look of the bulge in your pants, I must assume that you liked what you saw." She replied in a less formal tone. "Oh, I am sorry madam." I sheepishly responded. "I would have expected nothing less form a young man who has just masturbated in the vestry." She added. I blushed and looked down again. "Was that lady I met in the church yard aware of your activity in the vestry?" She asked. "No." was my sharp response. "I may see her again tomorrow when I revisit this church when she is here arranging the flowers." She said. "Maybe I'll ask her." I was glowing beetroot red by now and just did not know what to say or where to look. "Does her husband know?" she asked. I replied without thinking "No," and she looked at me with a surprised look and a smile. "Ah, so you have been involved with her, she's a little old for you isn't she; old enough to be your mother?" I said nothing, I had already said enough. She looked at me and I looked her in the eye. There was a moment's silence and she said, "Well?" "Please don't tell." I pleaded, "We will both get into terrible trouble. "Imagine the consequences if my parents and friends know and if Mrs Rawson's husband finds out. It will finish us both locally." "Did you say Mrs Rawson, John?" "Yes Marie" "The Vicars wife?" I nodded. I felt so vulnerable. She, on the other hand seemed relaxed but more than just interested and was breathing heavily and licked her lips. "How did it start?" She asked. I told her the story about me peeping on Mr Wilson and Mrs Rawson and I how I had blackmailed her into having sex with me. "Did you enjoy it with her?" Marie questioned. "It was wonderful," I replied "and I just think about it all the time and want to do it all the time." "What happened in the vestry then?" "Oh, I wanted sex but we hadn't much time so she masturbated me and I frigged her pussy." I explained. "Did she pull your cock out?" "Yes" "Did you take her panties off?" "No she pulled her own knickers down to her knees" "Why didn't she take them off for you?" "She was afraid her husband would catch us." "The Vicar?" "Yes, the Vicar." She was obviously enjoying the questioning. "Did she come?" she asked. "Yes, I think so," I answered. "Wow, you are a clever boy then aren't you? So you like sex with mature ladies?" She asked. "Yes of course, what young man would refuse?" Was my response. "Do you like large mature ladies with huge breasts?" She asked. "I do, but I have not had too much experience really." I explained. "Do you like these?" As she spoke she pulled her top down. She had a very solid white bra on with a very big cleavage. They looked so lovely. She explained "I have to have a strong bra because of my large breasts." I panted "Breasts?" "Yes John, I am older and as a consequence I have big tits." The words were so sensuous I panted "big tits." "Do you like my big tits, John?" As I nodded, she added "I have big nipples as well." She had me going now. I had to adjust my erection. "Would you like to look up my dress again?" She asked, and lifted the skirt from the hem till it was almost covering her breasts. She stepped out of her shoes and there she was a woman in her forties, a little fuller of figure than she once was showing me her mature thighs, her white knickers and part of her belly which was nicely rounded and looked a little wrinkled but very inviting. She asked what my favourite fetish was and I replied "looking up ladies skirts." "Well we've achieved that today then." She smilingly replied. "I have a fetish which has never been realised. She said. "Can you guess what it is?" She still stood there with her legs and knickers exposed. "I guess you like to show your knickers off to men." I responded. "Yes," she replied, "but there is more to it than that." "Please tell me." I asked. "Well John, I have a fantasy about having sex with a really young man." "Really?" I replied. "Yes, and having met you I wondered if you would oblige." "I'd love to." was my excited response. She came towards me having dropped her skirt and we embraced. We kissed deeply on our lips and our tongues were soon exploring each other's mouths. It got very heated and I pushed her back against a wall which housed the steps we had just climbed, and our bodies crushed together. I felt the soft curves of her breasts and her belly against me; my cock was busting as it pressed against her belly. I caressed her lovely soft rounded hips and her bottom. I then had to feel her tits through her dress and bra. She just let me get on with it. I slipped her straps from her shoulders and let them fall to half way down her upper arm and marvelled at the lush mounds spilling over her bra. This time the bra was delicate but only half cup revealing at least half of her soft round breasts. I just had to touch them and as she stood there silently smiling I lifted her left breast from its covering. Her nipple was hard and I just pinched it gently between my finger and thumb. I then scooped it up in my palms and caressed it softly squeezing and stroking and I lifted it to my lips. I licked the nipple and areola. I looked up at her face and saw she was still smiling. "Have you done this before, John?" "Yes but it never ceases to excite me and make me think how lucky I am to be doing this to such a mature lady." I replied. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra dropping to the ground and allowed her breasts to fall and wobble as they found their level suspended with no support. She was not as big as Mrs. Rawson but somehow just as appealing. I cupped both her tits and pulled them gently together so that I could fondle them both and then lick and nibble on them at the same time. Her nipples were rock hard and as I squeezed them they softened but soon became erect again. She pressed her tummy against my hard cock and smiled again. "John, do you know what I want now?" She questioned. "The same as me I think," was my soft questioning reply. "I think so." She said. She opened my trousers buttons and prized my stiff shaft out from my under wear and my jeans. She took it in both her hands and rubbed it gently and then squeezed the base very hard. She got my balls out and cupped and caressed them. Her breasts were out and panties were down to her knees and she murmured "Do you like my belly John" "Oh Yes Marie" "What about my hairy cunt, John?" "I like your soft round belly and your hairy cunt Marie" "I want this inside me NOW john." She murmured. She pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She lifted her skirt to reveal her lovely white thighs, her soft pubic hair which was very bushy and her rounded belly. "I hope you don't mind my middle aged belly John. It was flat once, but after two children, I'm afraid I have the tell tale stretch marks and a little flab." "No," I said, "I think you are beautiful from head to toe and I can't wait to caress your beautiful body." She leaned back against the wall. We were sheltered from view by the stair housing and a high parapet creating a secluded corner. She opened her legs as I dropped my jeans to the floor, followed by my under pants. I approached her and she took my cock in her hand and guided it towards her pubic area. I felt the soft hair against the head of my erection and she lifted one leg off the floor to allow me better access. We struggled for a few seconds and then I felt the warm wet softness of her vulva as my cock head caressed the entrance to her slit. She manoeuvred herself to take the head into her vagina and then lowered herself on to it. She was not very tall so I had to bend my knees to get the right angle, but glory of glories, it slipped in. It went in so easily, as she was very moist and I was as hard as a poker. I felt it could go further so I placed my hands under her bottom and lifted her onto my cock and pushed her back against the stone wall. She was now firmly impaled upon my throbbing penis. I felt my orgasm coming, which as it turns out was no surprise to her and she just said "let it go John, there will be another opportunity when you are hard again and you soon will be." I spurted my semen in to her and suddenly thought about babies. "Oh, what have I done, you will have a baby?" "Have no fear, I am on the pill." She answered. I then continued to pump my juice in to her vagina and consequently gravity took its effect allowing it to ooze out and down our legs. I lowered her to the ground and she wiped herself with her panties. She did likewise to me and in doing so ensured that my erection did not falter. "Oh, John can we do that again?" She asked. "But in another position this time?" "Yes please." was my obvious response. She took my hand and led me through the door to the steps leading back down to the base of the tower. She was still wearing her dress but it was now bunched up around her waist. Her bra was lying on the ground as were her shoes and she held her panties in the other hand. I had stepped out of my jeans and underwear. She lifted her dress over her head and turned to face up the steps. We were both naked. She turned, bent over and placed her hands on a step with her legs on four steps lower and presented me with her beautiful white soft pear shaped bottom. Her hips were spread and so were her legs. Her tits hung and swayed as she moved. She looked round as I stood there in awe. "John, take me now please and be firm." I stood behind her and presented my now rod like cock against her arse crack and she pushed back so it slipped in the crack. I lowered it to her open labia lips and nuzzled the head in between those moist flaps. She pushed back. It slipped inside a little and then I pushed until it was in as far as it would go. "Ahhh, how wonderful it is to have a rod of iron inside me." She grunted. "You have a wonderful cock, John; it is so hard and so thick, I am so lucky to find you." "Now fuck me for all you are worth, don't hold back, and slap my buttocks hard." She uttered. I did just as she requested, pumping in deep till I hit her cervix time and again. She felt the pain and groaned and grunted as she was pushed forward by my force. "Slap me John, please." I lifted my right hand and smacked her round white arse again and again till it turned pink and she squealed. I changed hands and did the same with my left hand. I let up to feel beneath her, soft rounded mature belly, her hairy pubic area and her hanging tits. I squeezed her erect nipples and she asked me to be firmer and squeeze them harder. She squealed again and as she did so I felt a draft against my naked body, rising up the tower steps. I didn't think too much about it as I was engrossed in Marie's demands for more pain and for my cock to sink into her cavern again. I continued to pump and she pushed back so I was in as far as her slippery tunnel would allow. I slapped her arse and her legs and thighs and then she insisted that I keep up the pace. "You're so naughty wanting your bottom spanked; you love being taken from behind by such a young man don't you; rub your clit while I'm inside you." I breathed. "John, pump as hard as you can and really pinch my buttocks hard and slap me hard." She demanded. She was rubbing her clit furiously as I pounded her cunt. She was shaking with excitement and sweating profusely. I shot my load deep inside her vagina and pumped as it spewed into her. I did the best I could until she groaned loudly and collapsed on the steps, still wanting my cock inside her. She let out a stream of abuse. "You big cocked bastard, you really hurt me with your huge knob and you've bruised my tits and my minge and made my arse sting. I've never had such a fucking orgasm in my life." She muttered form her prone position. "Now it's my turn." Came stern words from behind me. "Oh no." It was the familiar voice of Mrs Rawson. She had crept up the tower steps and watched me fucking Marie. She must have heard every groan and squeal as well as watched the abuse Marie demanded. Marie and I were astonished at being caught out. I turned to face her and she placed her hand around my now limp cock and said, "I want this now John." I looked down at my cock in her hand; it was soft and wet from our juices. She rubbed it and caressed it with both hands. Marie rose to her feet and went to retrieve her dress and shoes. When she returned Mrs Rawson was still trying to revive my limp penis, and was getting quite frustrated by her lack of success. I was embarrassed as this had never happened to me before. "I really need you to enter me John, as I am desperate for the feel of your beautiful penis inside me." Mrs Rawson pleaded. "Let me help." Replied Marie and they both caressed and fondled me all over. It did not work. Mrs Rawson and Marie looked in disbelief at my forlorn cock hanging between my legs. I told them that I had now come three times in less than two hours and maybe I needed some time to recover. Mrs Rawson looked very disappointed and looked at Marie who was still only partly dressed. Marie said, "Can I help you?" "How can you do that?" Mrs Rawson asked. Marie was willing to help but wanted to make sure she would be appreciated. She said "I believe you are Mrs Rawson" "Yes I am" "You are Mrs Rawson the Vicar's wife" Mrs Rawson looked unsure. The fact that she was the Vicar's wife seemed to compound the taboo aspect. Here was a middle aged wife of the local Vicar asking a young boy to fuck her. It really was appalling. Marie didn't press the advantage too far and said "As I understand it Mrs Rawson, you need this young man to service you." Mrs Rawson was still unsure but nodded. Marie spoke confidently "Let me show you Madam." said Marie. Mrs. Rawson, The Vicar's Wife Ch. 03 Marie lifted Mrs Rawson's long pleated skirt to reveal her stockings, suspenders and her silky knickers. She had not changed since I last saw up her skirt earlier that day. Her thighs were gleaming white and bulging over her stocking tops. Marie stroked her thighs and then her mound through her knickers. "This is how I can help." Marie whispered as she stroked Mrs Rawson's silky knickers. "I am so desperate," Mrs Rawson replied, "that I am tempted to let you carry on, but it is so naughty. This boy has made me so randy, I need sex all the time. I have tried to resist, but to no avail." Marie slipped her fingers under Mrs Rawson's knickers via her legs and sought out her hairy mound. The knickers were loose which made access easier. "John, hold her skirt up for me," Marie asked. I did and stood and watched as Marie worked tenderly on Mrs Rawson's vulva. I could only see some of her pubic hair and her fingers working under the silky fabric. Marie's breasts were visible as she had not put her bra back on and they could be seen clearly wobbling about down the top of her dress. Mrs Rawson watched as they jiggled and reached forward to cup one. Marie looked up at her and said, "I think you are going to enjoy this as much as I am, how about you John?" I was beginning to feel the familiar sexual urges rising in my stomach as I witnessed lesbian sex for the first time. My erection started to return. Marie smiled, "I think everyone is ready now John" I nodded. "Do you think Mrs Rawson is ready John?" I nodded. Marie wanted to be sure and asked "Mrs Rawson would you like us to take your knickers off now" Mrs Rawson sort of whimpered. "Pardon, Mrs Rawson?" Mrs Rawson looked embarrassed but said, "I would like my panties down Marie" Marie asked "Mrs Rawson, is the Vicar likely to catch us up here?" The Vicars wife seemed desperate and really didn't want to talk about her husband. "No, No Please hurry. He is talking to the Young Mothers Society" "John, help me remove Mrs Rawson's panties please, then we can both see more and I will be able to give her more pleasure with my fingers." I went behind Mrs Rawson and lifted her skirt again and pulled her silky knickers down and Marie helped from the front. I lifted her skirt and once more revealed her thick stocking clad thighs, her white suspenders and her large broad bottom. I started to stroke her with one hand while holding her skirt up with the other. Mrs Rawson was fondling one of Marie's breasts and by the look on her face really loving getting her pussy rubbed with two fingers. "John, I'd rather have your cock inside me, but this will do for now." Marie's had two fingers in Mrs Rawson's wet pussy and I could hear the squelching of her juices. She was massaging the inside at the top and Mrs Rawson gave out her, by now familiar grunts and groans with pleasure. Marie asked Mrs Rawson to sit on the step and with her legs wide open and her skirt around her waist Marie knelt in between her legs and worked with both hands and the Vicar's wife's gaping cunt. She stroked her labia and then pushed underneath to her anus and then started on her clit. They were both in ecstasy. What was so strange about the scene was that Mrs Rawson still had most of her clothes on. Admittedly she didn't have any panties on but her skirt was still there although it was up around her waist. Her brassiere was still on although the cups ere down exposing her breasts and nipples. I took in the scene and gasped. My penis was like a police man's truncheon. Marie saw me looking and smiled. She realised the effect it was having on me and said "Did you ever think you would see the vicar's wife like this, John?" I panted, "No Marie" I moved behind Mrs Rawson and from behind reached to lift her tight white sweater over her breasts. It was soon removed and there was her new white bra almost, but not quite covering those enormous globes. I reached to her fasteners and slowly undid them, while Marie looked on and still steadily pumped at Mrs Rawson's open vagina. The bra came loose and I slowly lifted it to reveal her large tits. Marie gasped as they were exposed and they flopped down on her belly. I had to fondle them with both hands. I held one in both hands and played with her nipple and then the other. It was all too much for Mrs Rawson; she shuddered, let out a long low moan and ascended into a very loud grunt as her orgasm erupted on Marie's fingers. We both continued to play or parts on Mrs Rawson's sensitive areas as she subsided. When all was still Marie pointed to my stiff cock and said, "Who is going to get the benefit of that gorgeous monster?" "I would love it" Mrs Rawson pleaded. So we helped her to her feet and made her get into the same position Marie had been in when Mrs Rawson caught us in the act; on all fours on the steps with her massive arse in the air. She was still wearing her stockings and suspenders which were really taught across her arse. I got behind and entered her soaking wet pussy while Marie went to one side and fondled her huge dangling tits. Mrs Rawson was so engrossed in the sex act, but she did utter to Marie, "Please can you rub my clit for me, that will help me to orgasm." Marie was feeling her breasts with one hand and gently massaging Mrs Rawson's clit with the other. She started off slowly and built up the speed. Mrs Rawson was making all the right noises. Marie commented that her fingers were soaked with vicar's wife's juices. I pumped away at Mrs Rawson and really gave her a pounding, while I held on to her hips. Her tits and belly were swinging well as she was abused. I went on for some minutes as I wasn't going to come easily after my exertions today, but Mrs Rawson did have a secondary light orgasm with a whimper and gasp. We all decided that enough was enough after that and we just got dressed and went down the tower into the church and discussed the day. Mrs Rawson had enjoyed her first lesbian encounter, but Marie made no comment except say that she now achieved two out of her three fantasies. I had achieved all of mine that is the ones I had masturbated over for years. Mrs Rawson asked what fantasy she had not yet fulfilled and got this answer. "I have made love with a young man less than half my age, I have had some lesbian sex, and all that is left now is to have two young men in my bed at the same time. I wonder if and when that will happen?" I looked at Mrs Rawson and she looked at me. "Would you like that Mrs Rawson?" I inquired. "Maybe, but only in my dreams; as I have to live here in this parish and I could not trust another young man to be as discreet as you John, could I?" Was her reply. "Marie will be leaving for the USA in a few days and it doesn't matter if a threesome leaks out through young men's boasting." "John, do you have a friend who would enjoy a romp with me and you while my husband is at golf?" Marie asked. "Yes, Marie, my friend Bob would be the man, I know he has fantasies, as I do about older ladies which we often discuss and he is my age and very trustworthy." "Could you both come to my hotel room tomorrow morning?" "I guess we could, I will ask him." I replied thoughtfully. "Will you join us Mrs Rawson?" I asked the vicar's wife. "No, John, I dare not. Not even with Bob. He was also one of our choir boys when he was younger, but I couldn't risk my husband finding out." Marie got up to leave and thanked us both for our intimacy that afternoon and told me to meet her with Bob at the back door of her hotel at nine am the following day. "My husband will be out all day playing golf." were her parting words. Mrs Rawson looked at me with a lusty smile and we both walked from the church.