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Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 01

By: dass4450



The newly appointed vicar of Chigwell was a dangerous looking sod, reflected Marcia McNab, church warden and general factotum of the vicar's manse. He looked more like a gypsy than a man of God. Longer than normal black hair curled untidily around his head seeming to indicate that it was as unruly as him. David Rutter also had dark penetrating eyes that were mesmeric in their intensity. He was big, well over six feet in height with broad shoulders and an athletic, slim hipped build. His fingers were broad and spatulate and were now steepled beneath his chin as he contemplated the woman in front of his desk. Marcia felt like she was riven in stone and her knees began to shake.

David suppressed a grin and continued to stare at the old woman in front of him. Dressed conservatively, she looked like any other grandmother, white haired and proper. She wasn't entirely shapeless nor all that unattractive really. Stupid bitch had actually had the temerity to try to tell him the rules of the parish and of the house until he had sternly told her to be quiet. Of course, his weak kneed predecessor would have wanted a strong woman. All David wanted was a cook and housekeeper, and the occasional head job. Not that much to ask really. She had dentures and it had been a while since he'd had a nice gum job. He'd had a beaut set up in the last parish until some lesbian mother had gone to the bishop and complained that he had devirginised her under age daughter. And, fuck, had she been a nympho or what!

"Get around here and on your knees, woman," he commanded, his voice low and threatening. Marcia knew she had met her match. She had ruled the roost here for over 24 years since her husband had died. At 67 her life was wrapped in the church, the parish and the vicarage. Now a man, a real man, was ordering her to her knees. Astounded by her lack of fight, she went meekly behind the desk and got to her knees in front of him.

"Undo that cardigan and remove it. I like to see some tit when I'm being sucked off." 

Inwardly shocked by his bald statement that she was about to do something she had never done before, Marcia fumbled with the buttons and eased the grey cardigan off over her shoulders, thrusting her very large breasts outward, firmly encased in the long line bra she wore.

"Never wear a bra in my presence again, Marcia. Now, remove that as well. There's something about an old woman's tits hanging like that. Very erotic. I like to see them move in blouses and sweaters."

Marcia fumbled behind her and found the five hooks holding the wide band of her bra strap and pulled the cups away from her extremely large white breasts and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts fell down onto her rounded stomach as she looked down demurely. No man had seen her naked breasts for more than a quarter of a century. She had never had a strong libido but she suddenly felt the strange sensation of her dormant clitoris lurching within the confines of her vaginal lips and the moistening of the interior. She felt a strong finger under her chin and looked up to see a simply enormous penis in front of her face. It was dark and purple, suffused with blood. It was the angriest, most aggressive member she had ever seen in her life. And big, very big.

"Grab it and suck it, woman," David demanded. "Do a good job and I might keep you on. Do a lousy job and I'll get somebody in that's better looking and more accommodating."

Marcia wrapped her wrinkled fingers around the rigid shaft and pulled it down from the vertical. She contemplated the cock head for a moment. It was the size of a large plum and she feared she would not get it in her mouth. The large pee slit was slightly frothing and she had a momentary flash that she had caused that. Tentatively, she licked the froth off and tasted it. Slightly salty but not too bad. She'd never performed fellatio in her life but some force within compelled her to keep going. Yesterday, she would have said that in such a situation, she would have run out the door and rung the bishop. Today, she was on her knees in front of a man she had only just met, his velvet covered rigidity gripped in one hand while her tongue hungrily swiped more of the juice from his dick.

"Suck it, I say!"

She eased the head of the cock between her lips. It was shaped like a battering ram, the glans curving up; forced up by the size of the flange. Without getting it all the way in, she started sucking while licking the man gruel easing from his pee slit. 

"Take your teeth out, Mrs. McNab and you'll get more in that way. I can see you've never done this too often but you will get better.......aah, that is better." He grabbed her by the side of her head and started fucking her mouth. It was warm and moist on his super sensitive cock head and the gums made it all that much better.

"Hoist your tits up and wrap them around my dick. Aaahh, much, much better. I haven't had a woman for over a day so I'm not going to last much longer. That's it, Mrs. McNab, suck away. Swirl your tongue just under the ridge. Oh, you are getting good. Those tits of yours are so soft. Go on, rub them up and down. Ooh, lovely. Get ready woman, you're about to be anointed by the Vicar of Chigwell. Open wide and stick your tongue out, here it comes!!"

Marcia watched his eyes darken with lust absolutely mesmerised as the vicar's pee slit opened and a jet of thick creamy white fluid shot from the end straight to the back of her throat that she automatically shut. Another jet landed on her tongue before he moved it down to spray all over her neck and upper breasts that she still held up like an offering. Nearly gagging she forced the globule of sperm from the back of her throat and on to her tongue. She swirled it around her mouth and tasted the rich musky taste before swallowing it. Surprisingly good! She felt him push the cock head back between her lips once more and she went to work sucking the remaining flow from him. Marcia heard him moan aloud as the exquisite agony of her roughened tongue over his highly sensitive glans almost drove him to his knees.

"Hmmmh. I do believe you may be worth keeping after all. Up you get and put your cardigan on. If I keep looking at those lovelies with their big bulging nipples, I might get the urge to fuck you. I might still, unless I get a better offer this afternoon."

Marcia struggled to her feet feeling her juices trickle from her unwanted cunt down her between her thighs and commenced hoisting her blue veined white breasts back into her cardigan.

"Vicar, the first appointment is a marriage counselling session with Mr. and Mrs. Simmons, at 1pm. Shall I make lunch?" Her voice sounded strange and her tongue kept slipping out to lick at the residue of his copious cum that had semi dried on her lips. 

"Fine." He watched her retreat, her big arse roiling as she squirmed her thighs together to prevent her vaginal discharge from falling onto the carpet. David grinned because he knew what she was doing.

Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 02



At 1pm, Mrs. McNab showed the Simmons into vicar David Rutter's study. Mrs. Simmons was a very big woman in her late forties, fierce blue eyes, grey blonde hair and thin, pursed lips. Disapproval radiated from her. She was easily six feet tall with enormous, melon-like breasts that the huge woolly jumper failed to hide. She had on jeans and work boots. Behind her and completely dwarfed was a short skinny bald man. David ruminated that it was a strange phenomena often seen that big women somehow contrived to wed short skinny guys.

She strode forward and put out her hand. "I'm Sheila Simmons and that miserable piece of manhood is my husband, Ben. He has announced that he wishes to divorce me for some mouse in the next village. Can you imagine?"

David stood and towered over her, took her hand and felt the calloused strength and returned it with double the strength and stared with his dark eyes into hers, noting the sudden withdrawal of the fierceness and the replacement by a quizzical expression. He motioned her to a seat in front of the desk. He shook hands with Mr. Simmons and gestured him to the other seat.

Returning to sit behind the desk, he steepled his hands under his chin and regarded the small man. "And what exactly is the problem, Mr. Simmons?"

The man opened his mouth but his wife butted in. "It's all his fault. He..."

"Shut up, woman! I asked him, not you. Be quiet until I want you to speak! Go on, man."

"I've fallen in love with a widow from the next town. We've been seeing each other for a number of years now. She is very different from, er, um, er my wife." He looked down nervously.

"We'll get to that in a moment. When was the last time you had marital relations with your wife? Shagged her, fucked her?" Ignoring the startled gasp from Mrs. Simmons, he glared at her husband. "Well?"

"Er, that is to say, well, um, might have been quite a few years ago. I can't remember."

"Are you enjoying sexual relations with this widow you're seeing?"

Simmons glanced nervously at his wife who was bristling with rigid anger. He looked back at the vicar. "Yes, yes I am. She is wonderful. We can't keep our hands off each other. I asked Sheila for a divorce but she refused. She kept me locked up for a week and refused me food. I'm very unhappy and I need to be with Nora. I'm not getting any younger and I want my remaining years to be happy." 

"They shall be. Leave us, go home and pack and move in with the widow. Your divorce will proceed." Ben scampered from the room without a backward glance.

"How dare you," Mrs. Simmons shrieked, half rising from the chair. "The previous vicar would not have dared to..."

"Shut up and sit down, woman! I am in control here, and I suspect this may be the first time in your life that somebody other than yourself has been in that situation." 

Sheila settled back into the chair, clasping her hands nervously. She had never been spoken to like that, ever. Exceedingly handsome and well set up, he had an air of absolute authority. His dark eyes riveted her to the chair and she licked her lips nervously. She remained silent.

"Now we understand each other, let's get down to your little problem. Are you undersexed? Didn't the little guy turn you on? Getting it from anybody else? Well??!!"

"He's the only man I've been with," she mumbled, looking down. "He wanted to have the light on and for me to be totally naked, and I couldn't allow that. My mother would have turned in her grave. It was messy and uncomfortable." She looked up at him with angry eyes. "Unfortunately, he got me pregnant first time, and of course he was not allowed near me until after I had our son. Actually, years later. And, it was just the same - ugly, messy but fortunately brief. I had my tubes tied after the birth as I didn't want to go through that horrible birth thing again! All those people looking at my private parts. Disgusting!" She shuddered and went on. "I just can't understand why he had to go to that bitch. I fed him, ran the farm for him and allowed him his stamp collecting hobby. Every couple of years, I allowed him to rut me, with the usual result. I find the whole thing absolutely disgusting!" Her voice had become angry and defiant and she glared at the new vicar.

"Christ on a stick, woman! You have got absolutely no idea of your role in life. You are on this planet to serve men. While you are no beauty, you do have a certain sexual attractiveness so long as your attitude changes. And it will, my girl, it will!"

"It won't! I'm happy as I am. I'm leaving now and you can be sure the bishop will hear about this," she exclaimed defiantly.

Rutter stood and strode round the desk. He bent and grabbed the startled woman by neck and bodily lifted her upright as if she weighed nothing. "Like hell, you will, you nasty bitch. It's time to teach you a lesson." He dragged her to a nearby upright chair, sat and pulled her down over his knees. He spanked her hard across her big firm buttocks ten times and then pulled her upright to stand in front of him. 

Tears ran down her cheeks. "You bastard," she muttered, as she rubbed her arse.

"Get rid of those jeans. Now, bitch, or it will be worse for you!" She glared at him, but reached up under the bottom of her big pullover and undid the top bottom. She nervously undid the zip and with some difficulty, pushed them down over her large womanly hips until they reached her knees. Her thighs were large but firm, and milky white. 

David laughed as he saw her plain white old lady panties. They were moistened a little at the bottom. "Lady, sexy they ain't. Drop them, now!" Reacting to the no nonsense tone of his voice, the voice of absolute authority, Mrs. Simmons pushed and pulled until they slid down her thighs to puddle on top of her jeans at her knees. The vicar gasped as he saw what was revealed. Her snatch was covered in thick curly hair that grew on the tops of her thighs and disappeared up under the jumper. It was the hairiest cunt he'd ever seen. He couldn't see the slightest sign of pussy lips. He pulled her back over his knees. Her milky white arse was slightly reddened and he proceeded to redden both cheeks some more, using a random pattern of both hits and pauses. She moaned and squirmed, suddenly aware that there was something hard pressing into her belly. 

Finally, he stopped and started stroking her arse cheeks, soothing the hurt to some degree. Holding her firmly on his lap, he reached down and got rid of the boots, socks, jeans and pants. He ran his hand down her thighs and onward down to her well shaped calves. He ignored her gasping and continued to fondle her while slowly pushing her legs apart. Delving his long middle finger between her arse cheeks, he located her thin outer lips and discovered a slimy residue. He stroked up and down a few times before easing into her tight vaginal canal and then began to finger fuck her while ignoring her gasps and moans. 

"That, Mrs Simmons, is a virtually unused cunt. It's time it got used for what it was designed for. Stand up and stop whining." She stood before him, one hand rubbing her arse, the other trying to cover her pudenda. "Take off that stupid jumper, now!" he ordered. She hesitated only momentarily and then raised the hem up over her head and dropped the garment on the floor. Her mammoth melons were encased in an old woman boulder holder that covered them completely. "Now get rid of that thing hiding your tits. I've never met a woman who tried to hide so much." His eyes widened as she shrugged out of the bra and let it drop. "Keerist! What a set! And that poor bastard of a husband never got to see them. Fucken idiot! What a pair of beauties and completely wasted on a nasty bitch like you. Straighten your shoulders, woman, and let's see them in all their glory."

Sheila straightened her shoulders and the slightly drooping torpedo-shaped breasts thrust out from her chest; milky white with a prominent tracery of blue veins, big crinkled areolae and magnificent bullet-like nipples. Rutter reached up and worshipped them, caressing, stroking, thumbing the nipples, twisting, pulling, hefting and gently slapping them together. He dropped one hand and slid a finger through her hairy bush until he located her mucous filmed pussy lips which he then commenced to stroke. Mrs. Simmons shuddered as a completely new feeling swept over her. Shamed as she felt, she couldn't stop the wave of erotic sensation that was being caused by this evil man's hands roaming her body in places that no man had touched before. Her knees began to buckle and her breathing became rapid and shallow. She clutched at his shoulder to keep her balance. "Please, please stop. This is terrible."

"Absolute crap! You're loving every minute of it." He rose and pushed her back to the desk until she lay sprawled upon it. He pulled the chair over and positioned her feet wide apart on the desk top. "Lay still woman. I am about to give you your first ever orgasm. Next time, I expect you will have trimmed this hairy beard before I do this." He located her thin lips and pulled them apart to expose the glistening pink interior. Slowly he ran his tongue up from the bottom to the top and then repeated the dose. Suddenly a little white pearl blossomed at the top of the slit, a clit no less, but tiny. He laved her some more, and on every second or third pass, he pressed his hot mouth to her cunt and drove his rigid tongue into her depths. He reached up and pinched both her big nipples while he gently bit down on little white bump. Her whole lower abdomen undulated wildly as she orgasmed for the first time in her life. She didn't cum in buckets but he felt the sudden flush of female joy juice bathe his tongue. She moaned loudly, an arm over her eyes while a hand clutched at the top of his head.

David stood and dropped his pants. "I think that cunt of yours is slick enough to take this now," he said with a smirk, fisting his monster cock to greater rigidity.

Sheila slid her arm away from her eyes and gasped out loud. "Good grief!! What is that, that thing?! It won't fit, it won't! Please don't. I'll do anything but have that monstrosity put inside me."

"You will anyway, bitch, and love it. Stand by for the best experience of your miserable life." Using one hand, he rubbed the flaring, angry head up and down her cunt lips while firmly holding her down with the other. Having achieved the right position, he drove it all the way up her relentlessly until his pubes meshed with hers and his sensitive glans met and beat aside her cervix. "Holy bejesus, what a tight, tight pussy. I think I'll leave my dick to soak for a bit while I get better acquainted with these whopping great tits of yours. I look forward to giving them a great tit fuck next time, baby." 

She whimpered and screwed her eyes shut as she felt herself cumming all over his deeply entrenched fuck rod. He was sucking one nipple and pinching the other then vice versa and it seemed that an electric current passed between them and her clutching pussy walls, driving her to an ecstatic plateau she never dreamed existed. Then he started to fuck his monster tool in and out of her milking pussy and that drove all sane thoughts from her addled brain. She moaned, she shrieked, she didn't care who heard her. She came and came and came again. He sped up and her world absolutely shattered feeling him fucking her hard, clutching great hand fulls of wildly wobbling tit flesh until she felt the undeniable spurting of his semen deep inside her and that sensation sent her spinning into a deep faint.

The vicar of Chigwell left his cock in the hot steamy depths of his victim and felt her body unconsciously trying to keep it there and knew that she would be back for more. She still had some pleasures to go: a tit fuck, a blow job and an arse fuck or two. He was sure she would prove to be worth his time now that she understood her role in life.



Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 03



For the South African couple...the nice thing about Literotica is the international community of writers and readers, especially appreciative ones. 

David Rutter, newly appointed vicar of Chigwell contemplated his diary. Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum (and provider of his morning blow job) had noted an appointment with a Mrs. Jones and her daughter at 10am for "counselling for waywardness". Fascinating. Waywardness, now what did that mean? Perhaps the daughter dressed wantonly, perhaps she shagged anything that moved, perhaps it wasn't her but her mother?

Marcia entered after knocking. "Excuse me vicar, Mrs. Jones and her daughter Jennifer are here to see you. Shall I show them in?" David regarded her and wondered if the Joneses could see the sensual woman below the prim and proper exterior she showed the world, could see that she had been on her knees less than an hour before, slurping on his hot cock. As if reading his thoughts, Marcia McNab's cheeks reddened.

"Show them in." A very short, dark haired woman built like a bowling ball entered. What followed was the complete opposite. Taller, about five five, she was blonde and voluptuous, stacked with lovely curving hips and shapely legs. She had classical features and beautiful blue eyes that were almost violet in colour. The dress she had on did little to disguise the figure but was drawn tight across a slightly bulging tummy. She was pregnant, about five months or so. But still very, very desirable. His cock lurched into sudden tumescence.

She took in the tall well built vicar who looked almost byronesque with his dark colouring and wild dark hair and her eyes narrowed with interest. Clearly the sexiest man in this parish by a long way. Her pussy jerked into life with a vengeance, her clitoris suddenly erecting. Jenny had been preparing herself for a lecture from the prissy old former vicar. This was likely to be much more interesting.

"I'm Pamela Jones and this is my daughter, Jennifer. We have had two previous interviews with the former vicar but they didn't do much good. I'm afraid Jennifer has continued with her wayward life. Far too many boyfriends, staying out late at night, and so on. I even caught her in bed with one of my nephews, if you can imagine. Will you tell her that this sort of life can only end in a bad way."

Rutter studied the mother and wondered where the hell the gorgeous daughter had come from. At best the mother was homely, and David who would fuck the dead given the chance, could find nothing remotely sexual about her. He looked suddenly at the daughter and caught her licking her full sexy lips. Further, it was clear that there was a small damp patch on her dress that bulged over her large perfect breasts, almost but not quite hidden by the pattern. He looked into her eyes and they stared back at him with a patent defiance. They said: "I'm dead sexy and so are you. What are you going to do about it?" The air crackled with electric lust.

David's dark eyes shifted back to Mrs. Jones. "I think this will go better if you left her here with me. I may have to say things that you would not like to hear. Sometimes the strong and forceful nature of my language can be somewhat distressing for ladies of your upbringing."

"Of course, vicar. If you think that is best." Pamela looked at her daughter and sighed. "She really is a good big hearted girl and I think that is half her problem." She waddled out of the study and shut the door behind her.

"You delicious bitch! Does your mother know you're pregnant? I bet she doesn't and I'll bet you don't know who the father is, do you."

"You would be right on all counts. I can't help it if guys find me attractive. I have no idea how I got pregnant cos I was on the bloody pill. I think that bastard uncle of mine switched them. He looks like my mother and I gave him just one mercy fuck and refused him after that. His dick was no bigger than my little finger. The bastard! I just thought that I'd stuffed up the dose and missed a couple of periods. Now it's too bloody late."

"So, I guess you don't want a lecture on how your licentious behaviour will see you consigned to hell and damnation."

"Not bloody likely. I'd rather have a lecture on how you're going to fuck me rigid. You don't look like the sort of man who'd mind giving a length to a girl with a bun in the oven."

"And you'd be right. You are one horny woman. Stand up and lose that dress. Let the ferret see the rabbit." 

"More like the cock see the pussy!!" And she laughed out loud at her own sally. Standing, Jenny swayed around the desk and stood right in front of the vicar. He had been nursing a horn from the moment she had entered the room. She licked her lips and slowly undid the buttons down the front of her dress. He licked his lips as her marvellously white body was revealed. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and it puddled around her feet. The bulge of her pregnancy detracted nothing. If anything, it made her even sexier, if that was possible. She was wearing a gauzy purple coloured bra that strained to hold her big white jugs. David could plainly see the big dark areolae because the area around them was wet from breast milk. She leaned forward and his eyes locked on the incredible length of her full firm and luscious cleavage as she bent down and pulled her shoes off. His hard on became steel.

"Tits or pussy?"

"Tits, tits, tits, let me see those gorgeous tits, girl!"

Jenny unsnapped the front of her bra and quickly shrugged out of it. Her magnificent breasts stood straight out, hard as if filled with silicon. They weren't, they were filled with milk. The nipples were standing out of her darkened rosettes and were easily a half inch wide and the same again long. Viscous milky drops dripped steadily from them. Like a starving man, the vicar reached out and grabbed them and dragged her between his knees. His mouth descended on the right nipple and he sucked hard and was rewarded with a stream of slightly salty but sweet mothers milk. His grasping hand was clutching her left breast and milking it. He could feel a stream of milk bathing his face. Switching breasts he attacked it with religious fervour. Heaven on earth. She was moaning and swaying as the erotic tingling in her nipples forced her clitoris to pop even further from its protective sheath and begin throbbing.

"You could be there for hours but I need fucking, badly, very, very badly, you gorgeous man." Jenny pulled away from his strong grip and ripped her pants down her long lissom legs. She grabbed the vicar by the hair and pulled him upright and kissed him hard, thrusting her thirsty tongue into his mouth to duel with his. Her hand easily found his upright rigid cock and she grabbed it greedily. David had his hands on her big firm arse cheeks and was massaging them with glee.

"Ooooh, it's a big one. I want it now. Get it out and give it to me," she gasped as she wobbled backward onto the big divan under the window. She lay on her back and raised her knees and then widened them as she reached down and massaged her prominent clitoris with urgency. The vicar was virtually drooling as he shrugged out of his milk spattered dark coat, clerical vest and collar. Within seconds he was naked and strode over to her, his massive cock quivering like the nose of a hound drawn to her beautiful cunt like a homing missile.

"I'd love to give that honey pot a good going over, but I can't wait to plant this inside you. You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen and by god, I'm not waiting another second!" He dropped to his knees between her legs and fisting his dripping cock, directed the fierce helmet between her pouting pussy lips. With enormous relish, he drove it inexorably into her right to his balls and felt his huge glans brush past her cervix. She was tightish but when she felt that happen, her cunt spasmed and clutched at the fleshy intruder as if by some involuntary means it had decided that it would never let it go.

"Fuuuuuuuuccckkk!" she shrieked. "Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me you big cocked stud." She through her legs around his waist and started kicking his arse with her heels. "Come on, come on, fuck me, fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk me," she wailed as her super sensitive pussy gushed forth a boiling orgasm.

David drove his cock in and out of her spasming cunt. It was made for him. It took his whole length and gripped it lustily. He leaned up on his elbows and watched her delightful breasts wobbling around as he fucked her. He grabbed those breasts and squeezed, rewarded and delighted with the fountains of breast milk that squirted up at him. He suckled at one breast and milked the other feeling it squirt into the air to land warmly on his heaving back.

Jenny was going ballistic. She had never had a fuck like this. It was completely wanton and out of control. His magnificent dick was driving her demented, driving her to a plane she had never been to before. 

"Cumming, oh Christ, cumming," he exclaimed as he plunged his big tongue into her mouth and pumped streams of thick spunk into wildly clutching depths of her hot, hot cunt. Her legs holding him firmly to her, Jenny gripped his cock with her hungry pussy walls and milked every drop out of him.

He stopped kissing her and fell heavily on top of her bulging, still squirting tits. As he gathered his breath, he leaned up and looked down into her passion-filled eyes. "I gather you've not got much on this afternoon?"

"Nope. Unless you can think of something?"

"I sure can. Let's make ourselves comfortable in my bedroom. I've got a few suggestions that will make your eyes water."

Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum (and provider of his morning blow job) watched with some amusement as the naked vicar, his prodigious cock swinging, chased the squealing nude body of Jennifer Jones up the stairs to his bedroom. His cock was flinging seminal fluid in crazy arcs and her breast milk was flying from her big, blue veined breasts to daub the walls as they raced up the stairs. Within seconds, Marcia McNab heard Miss Jones wail "I want that big cock between my tits, you randy, randy bastard!!!" Then she heard "Suck, you cock happy whore, suck it!" She smiled and made her way to the kitchen. The vicar was fucking and all was right with the world. 



Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 04



Jenny Jones, the filthiest, randiest woman David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell had ever experienced had drained him dry until he was shooting dust. So much so, he had been forced to sleep in and forego his morning blow job from Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum. In fact it was two days later before his cock lost sufficient soreness to be handled. Marcia McNab had lovingly rubbed some sort of cream into it twice a day and miraculously it had swiftly returned to normal. 

Jenny Jones had returned home somewhere in the wee hours and her mother saw instantly that she had been shagged senseless and had packed her off to distant relatives, and that, David reflected, was a sad waste of female. Her carnality matched his and she had vowed to come back to him as soon as she was able. And he would welcome her with open arms, even if hers had a baby in them.

David was munching toast in the big country style kitchen and contemplating the large arse of Mrs. McNab when the phone rang. 

She answered it. "Vicarage, Marcia here." She listened and then looked over at the vicar, her eyes narrowing. "I'll ask." She held the flat of her hand against the receiver and said, "Are you available to visit Quimby Stud. It's Mrs. Shalders. She has a problem she wishes to discuss with you."

Rutter peered at her. "You don't seem too enthusiastic, Marcia. Say yes and we'll discuss it."

"He'll be there about 10. Is that alright?"

Marcia hung the phone up and came and sat opposite the vicar, picking up her tea cup and contemplating him over the rim.

"Well, tell me."

"Sonia Shalders is extremely rich."

"So?"

"Well, she has buried three husbands and that's how she got so rich, according to folks around here. All three were much older than her and even though the deaths were ruled legitimate, there is still a lot of suspicion about."

"Maybe she shagged them to death?"

Marcia McNab, former prude, did not even blink. "Possibly. They all died of heart attacks." She took a sip of the tea and looked pensively into the distance. "The last one, Bill McMahon was a big hefty sort of fellow and he passed away a year ago and left her and her daughter by her first marriage the finest horse stud in the country. The daughter runs it and has been very successful. The only thing that Sonia does well is get through a lot of gin bottles." 

"So why does she want to see me?"

"She contributes heavily to the parish and she may be contemplating not doing so from now on. I really don't know. Perhaps she wants to confess her sins, mmmh??" Her eyes twinkled at the thought and David wished he had seen her in her prime. She was bloody attractive for an old tart of sixty or so.

Marcia recognised the gleam in the vicar's eye and regretfully told him to be on his way if he was to make the appointed time.

"I'm going to fuck you, Marcia, and soon. You deserve it. You're a girl in a million and I don't know what I'd do without you. Blush all you like, it's the truth. No promises but I'm going to climb between those stout thighs of yours real soon."

The deepened colour of her cheeks signalled her acquiescence more directly than words. Nodding to himself, David strode out and left her with a distinctly aroused vagina. Thrusting a hand up under her skirt, she rapidly flicked her aching clitoris and achieved an orgasm in record time. "Promises, promises, the bastard," she sighed getting up to go and change her panties.

Driving through the gates of an obviously successful stud, the vicar of Chigwell approached the palatial Edwardian mansion along the gravelled tree lined drive. Shown into a sitting room overlooking an Olympic sized pool, he noticed a blonde and quite voluptuous woman of about fifty or more, dressed to the nines wearing a very expensive apricot coloured silk blouse teamed with a beige knee high skirt. Sheer stockings and a pair of expensive shoes completed the picture. She was sipping a glass of clear liquid that gave off the aroma of sloe berries – definitely gin. She took one look at the tall, handsome vicar and her nipples suddenly bulged to points beneath her blouse. That was not missed by the vicar whose eyes narrowed as he saw her physical reaction to him.

"Please be seated. I am Sonia Shalders and my friend Sheila Simmons was not lying when she described you, vicar." He sat and waved away the offer of a drink. "I'll come straight to the point. My daughter by my first marriage, Soraya, is a problem to me. She is now 32 and unwed. She shows no interest in men but I am convinced she is not a lesbian – no little female friends, if you know what I mean. I want you to find out what her problem is. A little of the counselling you gave Sheila might do the trick. In return, I will continue to support the parish and donate a hefty sum for the private use of the vicar. What do you say?" 

"Mmmmh, if she looks like you that might not be such a hardship." 

Sonia stared at him. The impertinence of the man! "We have been mistaken for sisters but action rather than flattery will find me very grateful indeed. That is, if you can get her to change her ways."

"The flattery was intended, Mrs. Shalders. Tell me what Soraya's interests are then."

"Ever since she was given control of the stud, she has spent every waking moment fully involved from selecting the mares to overseeing the mating with the stallions. I'm not complaining about the results, mind you. Last year, one of our yearlings topped the four million mark and has gone on to double that in prize money. It's just that it has become an obsession with her. She is my only child and I want grandchildren, and soon, as I'm getting older by the minute."

"Okay, I'll give it a shot. However, there is one thing that I want if I am successful."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I want a piece of your prime arse."

"How dare you, young man!"

"Oh, I dare. Is it a deal? It might take your mind off boozing for a while." Ignoring the shocked look on her face, he went on. "In fact, lay off it now because I'll want to fuck you as soon as I finish with her, and I can't stand the smell of gin."

"You utter bastard!"

"Yep. Now where can I find Soraya."

"At the stables, I suppose."

Rutter rose and strode over to her and reaching down clasped a handful of bulging breast and sharply tweaked the distended nipple.

Delighted with her outraged gasp, he left and found his way to the stables. It was very large with room for about thirty stalls. At the end he could see a jeans clad feminine arse topped by a thick woollen jumper leaning against a wooden wall. The blonde was shouting instructions to somebody inside.

"Get her tail out of the way, Jem. Billy's so stupid that he would fuck thin air if you didn't put his cock in for him."

David walked up behind her just in time to see a huge black stallion rear up on to the hind quarters of a tethered grey thoroughbred mare, his massive black and pink horse cock waving about in mid air. A jockey sized gnome grabbed it and nimbly slotted it to the mare's vagina. Big Billy drove it home and sunk his teeth into the mare's shoulder and began to pump in and out. The woman was side on to the action and could clearly see the massive shaft fucking in and out of the mare. Even though he was standing next to her, her eyes were riveted to the action and David could see her cheeks becoming redder and her breathing becoming shorter. Her derriere waved about as if she was the one getting penetrated and not the squealing mare. Her hands were gripping the railing so tightly the knuckles were white.

Abruptly, Billy's haunches gave one last heave and then he pushed himself off the mare, his great tool shrinking as it exited the steamy vagina trailing a viscous spume of sperm. The woman shuddered and closed her eyes tightly. Jem led the stallion out one gate while a young female strapper led the mare out another. 

It was only after that door closed that she spoke. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Ever since the big bastard socked his cock into the mare."

"Oh, how embarrassing."

"Not for me. Strange way to get your jollies, perving at stallions servicing mares."

The blush was rapid and she averted her green eyes. "Now you know my secret, vicar."

David raised quizzical eyebrows.

"Apart from the dog collar, even I have heard about you. Mainly from Jenny Jones before she was sent into exile. Ah, here's Jem." Jem was in his mid thirties and had soft brown eyes and a pronounced limp.

"Jem is my stable manager and I couldn't do without him, isn't that right, Jem? This is the vicar, David Rutter." The men shook hands. Jem had large hands for a small man and a grip of steel. 

"So, did you see the action?"

"Yes, Billy was most impressive."

"His name is not really Billy but he does come from the Nijinsky line. He has a weird Arab name but we call him Billy. He does alright but he's a bit stupid when it comes to the mating game. Needs a guiding hand, does Billy." He looked at Soraya and his soft eyes hardened. "Will that be all, ma'am?" he asked.

Soraya Shalders straightened and glared down at him and the answer was terse. "Yes, good day to you." She turned and strode down the alley way between the stalls leaving the vicar behind.

Jem stared after her and shook his head. "So much woman, so little love." He turned and walked away. Soraya turned in time to see David catch up with him and have a small conversation. Jem looked at her and nodded. David strode up to her, tucked one arm under his and they strolled up to the house. 

"I gather you're not immune to men, then?"

"Certainly not! I keep telling mother that. I'm just too busy with the stud to go catting for a fuck any time I want. Jenny had plenty of opportunity plus she is far sexier than I."

"Oh, I don't believe that to be entirely true." He stopped and stood in front of her and gave her a thorough eyeballing. "You are a bit on the bulky side but you've got great tits just like your mother and an arse that cries out for a good, hard riding. Of course, you do smell a bit and your hair could do with some work. Let's trot up to your room and get you freshened up. What do you say?"

"Jenny told me you were a cocky so and so." Soraya laughed, showing even white teeth. "Okay, you're on. I guess I can spare a half hour or so."

David Rutter, recently appointed Vicar of Chigwell watched the hour glass figure of Soraya Shalders while she dried her hair in the adjoining bathroom of her bedroom. He had shed his clothes and was idly stroking his phallus as he took in her bounty. She was not tall and the curves made her look like an earth mother goddess. She had bountiful hips below a nipped in waist and strong looking thighs that had benefited from years of gripping the withers of many a horse. Surprisingly the hair that covered her mons had been trimmed into a V pointing to a bulging hairless mound with big thick outer lips that rolled inwards to a barely visible slit. Fascinating though that was, her large brown-nippled breasts were even more fascinating. They lifted and swung together like bells with the motion of her arms as they wielded a hairdryer in one hand and a brush in the other. She faced him and watched as his cock grew to alarming proportions.

"That's enough wench. Get over hear and let me at that horny body." 

She put the implements down and sashayed out of the bathroom to stand over him. The smell of horse had gone to be replaced by a sweet scent. "Do you think I'm sexy then? As good as Jenny?"

"I'm here to fuck, not stroke your ego. You'll do until something better comes along. Get down and wrap those gorgeous tits around this." He sat on the end of the bed and pushed her down to kneel between his legs. Soraya lifted her melons to surround his rigid prong and began to massage it in an up and down motion. "Lick it, baby, lick that pre-cum up. Get a taste of things to come."

"It's an ugly bugger isn't it? Even Billy's got a better looking one, and bigger. But, I suppose it will do until something better comes along," she said smiling impishly up at him.

Rutter rose and pulled her up and pushed her down flat on the bed. He straddled her upper belly and grabbing her lolling breasts, jerked his dick into the cleavage and started fucking them, hunching in and out like a demented dog. She reached forward and sucked the angry looking head every time it came within reach. 

Suddenly, her eyes widened. "There's somebody tonguing my slit!! Who the hell is it, you bastard."

"Keep sucking, woman. I did invite a friend to join us. I figure you're woman enough. Mind you, it could be your mother, or, it could be Jem. Who do you think?"

She groaned. "My mother? You evil bastard. You didn't! And it couldn't be Jem. He doesn't even know I'm a woman."

"Suck, woman, suck – you're about to become the proud owner of a holy collar, courtesy of your vicar. Here, take this, you wonderful tit fucker," he gasped, as he fisted strings of pearls around her straining neck, her tits flattened as he sat on them to deposit his load. The cum finished with a dribble and the vicar slid sideways admiring his handiwork. Her eyes flew to the person voraciously eating her out.

"Jem! Oh no, it can't be you. You don't even know I exist as a woman."

Jem looked up over her heaving belly and between her splayed tits. "Oh, I know you're a woman, the sexiest woman on the planet. And with the sweetest tasting cunt. I've wanted you since the day you got here but I may as well have been a broom for all your interest in me. Maybe this will get me noticed!" Stark naked, he stood. Though small in stature, there was not a spare ounce of fat on him. His chest and stomach were all muscle. The most surprising muscle was the one that reared majestically from his groin. It was bigger even that the vicar's. He pushed Soraya's knees up and wide, rubbed his cock head between her now slimy vaginal lips and shoved his cock in to the hilt. 

"Arrgh, you're tight. Fuck, you're gorgeous, my girl. I've waited so long and I'm going to fuck you 'til you can't walk for a week. Turn over, I'm now going give to you doggy, or rather horsey," he panted as he pulled his iron hard cock now decorated with streaks of white female ejaculate from her. She had cum the minute his bulbous cock head had breached her. He rose on tip toe as she knelt low for him, positioned his prick and drove it back into her. As he fucked her, he reached under and grabbed her swinging breasts and used them like reins. She was moaning continuously and nearly bucked him off as he leant forward and bit into the join of her neck and shoulder, just as Billy had done to the mare an hour ago.

"Horsey, horsey, Jem, my stud. Ride me baby. Fill me with your sperm. Make a mare out of me. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!!"

"What in the hell is going on in here?" demanded the strident voice of Sonia Shalders from the doorway. There was her stable manager, his impressive dick ploughing in and out as he rove up her daughter who was swearing like a ravaged whore. Rising from a position next to the head of the bed was the vicar, tall darkly handsome and naked. 

He strode toward her and dragged her into the room. "Now for my reward, Mrs. Shalders. You are going to get the shagging of your life!"

"Leave me alone. You, a man of the cloth! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Cut it out, Sonia," intoned Jem authoritatively. "You've never refused the cock before, so don't start now." 

"Mother!!" shrieked her daughter. "Don't tell me you and Jem, have, have..."

"Fucked and often," chortled Jem as he continued to ride Soraya. "With you more interested in mating horses than shagging, I let her have her beastly way with me. And vicar, she's a good 'un."

Rutter had by this time ripped the expensive blouse off Sonia and he salivated at the sight of her magnificent blue veined breasts barely held by the sheer bra. He ripped that off too and gawked as her bounteous, heavy nippled breasts exploded and settled heavily on her rounded tummy, swaying and rolling as David pulled her skirt down over her hips to puddle at her feet. Neatly trimmed pale hair glistened with female dew and her inner lips were splayed open over her outer pair like a butterfly. An acorn sized clitoris stood proud and angry pink.

"Who's been playing with herself then, you filthy old tart! Playing while Jem and I were doing the business on your daughter!" Bending swiftly, he plunged his rigid tongue straight into her juicy twat then rasped it up over her throbbing clit. She mewled then cried out as he sucked it then bit it gently. Her thighs shuddered as she gushed juices all over his chin. He rose and guided the now unresisting woman to the bed and arranged her on her hands and knees next to her daughter. Rapidly, he nosed his arrogant prick into the folds of her leaking pussy and, flexing his hips, plunged it powerfully until he bottomed out, his goose egg sized balls slapping against her slippery upper thighs.

The lascivious vicar looked over at Jem who was gripping Soraya's meaty hips as he pounded into her. "Ah, this is the life, eh Jem? What's she like? This one has got a cunt like velvet glove and boy, can she move it!"

"Davey, I've waited so long to get amongst this gorgeous woman, I've come off twice already. It was a bit tight early but it's turned into a right greedy kitty. You, want to try it?"

Rutter nodded, and despite protesting groans from the women, dismounted and within seconds were buried balls deep in mother and daughter and fucking them manfully.

"You're right, this one is different. How's that one, Jem?"

"Oh, I've been up this one plenty of times, and during two of her marriages as well. That's it woman, cum again. You are a horny slut, aren't you?" Sonia was biting her thumb of all things, and moaning constantly.

"Oh mother, why didn't you tell me what I'd been missing out on? This heavenly," bawled Soraya, as yet another orgasm overtook her.

"You were never interested. And certainly not in Jem," she panted as he pounded into her. "We've had many a good poke, but he's been rapt in you for years and you've treated him lower than horse dung. Marry him and give me grandchildren, and let him give me the odd poke and I would be the happiest woman on earth."

David felt Soraya's pussy walls clench on his dick and could hold off no longer. He fired volley after volley of potent baby making sperm right up into her womb. 

"Oh mother, he's spunked me. Yes, yes and yes again. I'll marry Jem. I've actually loved him for years but he's never had eyes for me. Is he making you cum on that lovely tool of his?"

"God, yes, yes – yeeeesssssss! And he's spunked me too, the gorgeous boy. I just love it. Give me a kiss sweetie and make me happy." They exchanged a loving kiss then both rose and turned to leave the room arm in arm. 

David and Jem were lying back on their elbows watching them leave, their pricks lolling on their slime slicked thighs. "Look at those two big beautiful arses, Jem. Did you ever see a hornier sight?" They could see trails of mixed male and female juices sliding down their opulent thighs.

"Don't you boys go anywhere. We'll be right back. I've got a lot of loving to catch up on, don't I mother?"

"You sure do, sweetie. How about we go sixty nine so we can see their cocks going in and out really close up. And then we'll..."



Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 05



Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the newly appointed vicar of Chigwell, David Rutter, clamped her big soft aging breasts around his angry erection, and having removed her dentures, clamped her mouth over the flared head of his excited penis.

“Marcia, you’re definitely improving. That’s it, suck it baby, suck it. Where do you want it this morning. Down your throat? Pearl necklace? Laced all over those fabulous tits? On you tongue? You choose because I’m cumming real soon, baby!”

Marcia dropped her breasts and massaging his balls, jammed his cockhead as far down her throat as she could. The first spurt went straight down and she used her other hand to make the spunk spurt out with force until dribbles announced his satisfaction. Rapidly, she sucked the remaining essence then licked the peehole, enjoying his moans of erotic agony. She looked up and smiled, licking her lips like a cat finishing the last of the cream.

“Yum, yum, yummy, yum.”

“You know, old girl, you’re getting to be quite the cock hound. I think I’ll keep you awhile.” The phone rang, and tucking his half hard cock into his pants, he answered the phone. “Rutter here, good morning.” He watched as Marcia tucked her big veiny breasts back into her cardigan and struggled to her feet. “Bishop O’Leary, how nice. Yes, yes, but why? I see. OK then, I’ll be here. Bye.”

Marcia had found her teeth and had buttoned up the cardigan, sans bra, but left a respectable amount of enticing cleavage showing. She looked at him with questioning eyes.

“The bishop is sending a Reverend Jessop here to investigate some complaints. He’s apparently the bishop’s right hand man.” He pushed his fingers through his long thick black hair and frowned. “I can’t remember shagging anything under age since I’ve been here. There was that granddaughter of old Mrs Thompson, but she got me on the way out after I’d fucked the old tart.” He ruminated and smiled. “Tight little piece but no virgin. Sucked like a Hoover, fucked like a mink. Nope, couldna been her. Real mystery. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Apparently he’s due in half and hour. Bring some tea at 9 and we’ll see what the nosy bugger wants.”

Reverend Jessop was a surprise. He was a she for a start. Dressed in a black pants suit, black top and clerical collar that failed to disguise a shelf like bosom and well rounded curves, she had a cap of snow white hair that framed a country woman’s face, virtually unlined but with pink almost ruddy cheeks. Age was indeterminate but no longer young. Grey eyes regarded him as he crossed the room to shake her hand. They widened as she took in his tall, dark Byronesque physique, his handsome face framed by his unruly black hair.

“Pleased to meet you, Reverend Jessop. I must say I wasn’t expecting a woman. Knowing that old poof O’Leary. I thought it might have been one of his ex-alter boys.”

She regarded him steadily and removed her hand from his firm grasp. “I am well aware of the bishop’s sexual proclivities, thank you.” She moved around him and sat herself in the chair opposite his desk. “However, he is also one of the more advanced men in the church who finds gender to be no impediment to professional ability. Sit down young man and I’ll tell you why I’m here.”

He sat and steepled his fingers while Marcia poured cups of tea and silently exited. “I’m all ears Rev. Do you have a first name, or will we stay formal?”

Her eyes narrowed at the ‘Rev’ bit but conceded that her name was Frances or Fran for short.

“Okey doke, Fran, what sort of problem brings the bishop’s right hand man, er – woman to sleepy little Chigwell?”

“You, actually.”

“Me!??”

“Yes, you. The bishop has received a number of complaints about you from the local parishioners, and I’m here to investigate.”

David Rutter’s eyebrows furrowed as he regarded her. “Complaints, what sort of complaints?”

“I’ll reveal that after I interviewed the complainants. Now, I’ve got to get cracking on with it if I’m to finish today. I’ll borrow that very nice Mrs. McNab to show me around. In the mean time, I suggest you work on your sermons. They haven’t been up to scratch either, I hear. Seems they have only a passing reference to the Almighty and Jesus Christ and have more to do with why the ten commandments have been misinterpreted. For instance, the commandment, “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife” seems to have been the subject of a sermon that changed it to “Thou must covet thy neighbour’s wife and any other female in the family”. Quite, quite disgraceful.”

The vicar did not look sheepish at all. “I thought I proved it quite well, actually. There are a lot of interpretations in the Bible that when you revert to the language of the day can be taken in different ways. Have you read Barbara Thiering’s “Jesus the Man”? Fabulous book! Takes all the mumbo jumbo out of the Bible and proves that old JC was a rebel in the days when the church held ridiculous power in the Middle East. We can discuss it at length if you like.”

“This may surprise you, Rutter, but I am well read on that subject. Now, I really must get on. Good morning to you. I will expect to see you here at 4pm today to discuss the complaints.” Reverend Jessop rose and strode to the door. “Marcia, old girl, how lovely to see you again and thanks for volunteering to show me around. Let’s go.”

At 4pm, the pair were ensconced in the vicar’s study. Fran Jessop studied the roguishly handsome young man opposite her while cradling a mug of hot tea. “I gather you have no idea what the complaints are about?” Seeing his thoughtful shake of the head, she went on. “It seems that the majority of complaints are because you don’t have sexual relations with enough of the women of this parish.”

David smirked. “Well gee, Rev, I’ve only been here three months. You know the old story, so many women, so little time. Besides which, the church insists that I waste time preaching sermons instead of practicing seduction.”

In contrast to her snow white hair, the Reverend Jessop had dark eyebrows that narrowed as she regarded the vicar. “Be that as it may, you still have responsibilities to the church. Let me go over the complaints one by one. The first person we spoke to this morning was Mrs. Jones, young Jenny’s mother. She regards your behaviour as thoroughly reprehensible.”

“The bitch!” snorted the vicar of Chigwell. “That Jenny Jones was the hottest piece it has ever been my privilege to fuck. Sending her away was the act of a dried up old prune.”

Unfazed by his use of the word ‘fuck’, Reverend Jessop responded. “Having sex with her daughter was not the real basis for the complaint. It seems you went to her house and seduced Mrs. Jones in a lame attempt to get her to change her mind.”

“And she agreed. I tell you, that was hard work on my part to even get hard enough to fuck the old toad.”

“Actually, once the euphoria had died down, she saw right through you. I managed to get her to admit that being used like that was the real basis for her complaint. She broke down and cried as she told Marcia and I that she would never again experience what she called the most wonderful sex she’d ever had.” 

“You allowed Marcia to hear all those complaints? I am disgusted with you Fran. Her ears are too delicate for that sort of thing,” said David self righteously.

“Once upon a time I might have agreed with you,” she growled, “But it seems her education on matters sexual has been accelerated of late!” She glared at him across the desk and her shelf like bosom heaved with agitation. “I can’t believe you debauched a sweet innocent woman like Marcia. Is there no end to your depravity.”

Rutter grinned like a schoolboy. “Gee, I hope not. I’d be in my grave by then. What other complaints did you hear?”

“Mrs. Simmons was next up. Claims you raped her here in this study. That was after you told her husband to leave her. You then ordered her to trim her pubic hair. When you next visited her, you told her it wasn’t short enough and you shaved her bald. Then you had anal intercourse with her.”

“So what’s her complaint?”

“You haven’t been back and she is having a terrible time keeping her pudenda clean shaven for you.”

“Like I said, so many women, so little time. Any others?”

“Mrs. Shalders and her daughter were much the same. You promised to go back but haven’t. Her daughter and Jem are married and she is expecting, by the way. Then there was old Mrs. Thompson and her grand-daughter Kate. And the wife of the mayor, and her sister. Not to mention the widow Nelson and her two daughters. I must say that Marcia took it quite calmly. Didn’t even bat an eyelid when she heard what you made them do to each other. You really are very depraved. The bishop is a saint compared to you.”

“Bullshit! I don’t go round shagging little boys. I can’t say I’m the blue bird of happiness but I’ve left a lot of women very happy around here. In fact, I’ve just about done the rounds and it’s time to go back for seconds or thirds or whatever.”

“Well, that is the basis of the remainder of the complaints, principally among those that had a go at your sermons. They have figured out that they will not be anointed by the holy rod.”

“Oh, how so?”

“They were all flat chested or scrawny. All the women you’ve had relations with have been well endowed, to say the least.”

“Serves ‘em right. Should have grown tits like a real woman. By the way, yours...”

“Are completely off limits to you, young man. Don’t even think about it. You really are disgusting. However, I have decided to stay to dinner and overnight. Marcia has prepared a room for me and I’ll join you for dinner where, I hope, we can keep the conversation above your navel!”

**********

“Tell me about yourself, Rev,” said the vicar of Chigwell, has he again topped up the Reverend Jessop’s wine glass. Her eyes had begun to sparkle and her rosy cheeks looked even rosier in the candle light.

“Not much to tell, really. I was married at 17 to a very nice man, a friend of my father’s. Shortly after the birth of our second child, he dropped dead of a heart attack. With my family’s help, I went back to university and got a degree in theology and have spent most of my life in poor countries doing missionary work.”

“Was that in the missionary position, or what??”

“You really are a filthy piece of gutter trash,” Fran said mildly, draining her glass and holding it out for more of the fine chardonnay. “The work was far too serious for those sorts of shenanigans. After my two sons graduated as doctors, I accepted a position with the Bishop and have been there ever since. He uses me as his trouble shooter and smoother of waters. By the way, he knows you’re an unprincipled letch and I can tell you he only keeps you on because you actually make a profit. The sermons may not be what the church would like to hear about, but they do make for standing room only attendances. Mind you, your looks don’t hurt either.”

“So, tell me Fran, when was the last time you had a decent shag, eh?” He topped up the glass again and leaned closer to her to clink his glass against hers.

“None of your business, you filthy pervert. There are higher things in life you know.”

“Bullshit. A good bit of rumpy pumpy does wonders for the spirit. You look as if you’re the sort that would enjoy a round or two for a pound or two. I’d be happy to oblige.”

“No chance, you disgusting little worm. I’m quite happy with my lot, thank you.”

“I can understand your reluctance – you probably haven’t had a bit since your late husband put his pencil dick to you.”

Surprisingly, Fran giggled. “Actually, I didn’t feel a thing, and even less after the first baby was born.”

Rutter rose to his feet, unzipped and flopped out his penis. It hung outside his trousers and even in its flaccid state it struck the Reverend Jessop that there would be no doubt about the potential length and thickness. Besides, she had heard all day about the magnificence of his organ. Here it was right in front of her. “Well? What about a taste of something like this?” He stroked it and waggled it slightly enough for it to start thickening and standing.

Fran almost choked on her wine as the snake like organ started to rise and point at her. “Get thee behind me Satan,” she gurgled, swallowing quickly.

“Back, front, any way you want, Rev. I haven’t had a poke all day so I’ve got plenty of spunk stored up for you. What do you say, old girl. Up for it?”

“Get away, you lecherous oaf and put that away. Not every woman wants to have sex with you. I’ve got more important things to do in life than have a fling with a gutter minded hooligan like you. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going up to bed, on my own. And I’m locking the door, so there!”

She staggered out of the room and the vicar watched her big rump sway out the door. He knew the signs. She might have called him for all the names under the sun but her eyes had widened when she caught sight of his dangling champion. She had trembled, licked her lips and sloshed some wine. She was interested, he was sure and certain. He made his way up to his bedroom, disrobed and climbed onto the bed. Leaning back against the pillows, he gave his prick a quick wank and had it vertical by the time his door was flung open.

Fran stood there, completely naked, her hands on her well rounded hips. “You bastard!” she growled, her mammoth tits heaving. “I was doing well until you flopped that thing out at me. They say an erect prick has no conscience and the same applies to you. I’m a grandmother, a senior and respected church officer with a well deserved reputation for moral rectitude and...”

“Cut the crap and get over here, you lovely big titted tart. What a body! Come over here and get what you deserve, you cock teasing bitch.” Rutter was practically drooling as she stood there shuddering with all her righteous indignation. Her huge well stuffed breasts heaved up and down with her agitation, splaying out from her chest and ending with extraordinarily large nipples that pointed down and away. The skin on the tops of her breasts and up to her cheeks was mottled red with her passion. Just visible below the bottom of her breasts was a nice waist above flaring hips. Solidly curving legs were splayed apart and at their juncture was a snow white cap of sparse pubic hair that crowned a fat pink slit. The very epitome of an earth mother goddess - fecund and ready to fuck.

He waggled his prick once more and she virtually ran over to the bed and, throwing one meaty thigh across his legs, grabbed a hand full of his cock. “Ooh, it’s so hard yet so velvety soft and twice the size of my old man’s.”

While she gently ran her hands up and down his erect prick, David had his hands behind his head watching as she worshipped at the alter of dick. He could feel her feminine juices trickling from her to drip on his thighs. “You’re juicing up nicely, girl, and I’ve got a better place for that thing you’re playing with,” he said reaching to grab her huge tits to pull her into place.

She shrugged her shoulders causing her big udders to sway knocking his hands away. “I knew I was in trouble when I left the dining room. For the first time ever, I’d wet my pants. I came the instant you got this cock out. It fell out of me all the way to my room. I’ve never been so aroused in my life. I thought it had all been left behind me you bastard. Now I want it all. And we’ll start with this.” 

She hoisted herself up until her knees were on his broad shoulders and her drooling gash right above his mouth and pulled the thick pink lips apart displaying the frilled red raw inner lips. “Suck me, make me cum. Go on, get me wet.” He speared his hot rigid tongue right up between her bulging cunt lips and she gasped out loud. “My god, that’s good, so good. I’ve waited a long time for a man to do that. Grab my tits. Lick my cunt. Suck my clit. Bloody hell the saints of damnation, you are gooooooodddddd!!!”

David had just gently bitten her bulbous clit when he was positively drowned in a pungent, thickish, glutinous gush of feminine tribute. He pinched the huge nipples and forced her back on his stomach while he swallowed as much of her cum as he could. The rest trailed down his cheeks and pooled on the pillow. “Where have you been storing that up, woman – you nearly drowned me!”

“Thirty seven years of abstinence, and that’s longer than you’ve been alive. And there’s more to come. Now for that prick. It’ll go in now.” She leaned forward, her big tits slapping him in the head and put her hands between her thighs to grab his rock hard cock. She wiped the head up and down her meaty cunt lips then notched the helmet in her cuntal opening. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she slowly pushed down, her tight unused vaginal canal parting like the Red Sea. Half way, she rose up until it was almost out, then pushed down again until she had almost all of it in and it had met the obstruction of her womb. “All of it, all of it,” she panted. She plunged down again until her pulsing clitoris was abraded by his pubic hair. “Aaarrrgghhhh!! That’s what I call a cock boyo. Now sit still while I have the ride I’ve been waiting years to have.” 

Fran started posting up and down and Rutter rested back mesmerised by the heavy pendulous swaying of her milk white blue veined breasts. Her eyes closed, she suddenly stopped and gave a moan that started low and ended high. Immediately, he felt his cock bathed in warm slippery woman cum. He reached forward and rapidly pinched both her large rubbery nipples hard. This prolonged her orgasm that then de-escalated into a series of sharp peaks as she demonstrated the envy of man – multi orgasms.

The Reverence Jessop fell forward as far as her ballooning tits would allow and framed his handsome dark face in her hands. She kissed him deep and meaningfully then raised up, her grey eyes glistening and peered into his dark bemused ones. “That was the absolute best experience of my entire life. Thank you, thank you,” she said and kissed him again.

“Don’t get maudlin on me, old girl. I haven’t had my rocks off yet and the night is young.” He suddenly jerked over onto her back without uncunting. “Now for some serious fucking!” David jerked his cock into her liquid depths a started a skewering rhythm that gradually escalated until he was pounding her with the speed associated with the age old need to inject baby making sperm. Her arms and legs were locked around him with her need to be fully part of their sex when suddenly her inner walls gripped his bulging cock. That sent the message and he shot a whacking great gob of spunk right into her heated depths. She bit into his shoulder and shook in great shudders as she rode the unparalleled feeling of primal spunking at its best, a feeling never before experienced. Her mini orgasms continued but tailed off as his throbbing spunk ejections abated. She clenched virtually unused cuntal muscles to keep him there while their breathing returned to normal.

“That was absolutely wonderful, David. An experience I’ll take to the grave. I could die of happiness now. What have I missed all these years? I am your love slave from now on. Anytime, anywhere, anyhow.”

“Nonsense, woman. You’re a great shag, no doubt about it, and I love to put it to my new women every possible minute until I’m shooting dust. That is, unless they don’t pass muster. You pass. I’m going to get some wine and then we are going to have some fun. Don’t expect much sleep.”

He rose and strode to the door a totally nude, sleek, fucking animal – broad shouldered, tapered waist, small tight muscular buns. The Reverence Jessop watched every step practically drooling at the sight. In less than 12 hours, she gone from disinterested abstinence to lust maddened trollop, and didn’t care one iota.

******** The next morning, Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the newly appointed vicar of Chigwell, listened absolutely agog over breakfast as the Reverend Fran Jessop detailed event after filthy event that the indefatigable vicar had insisted they partake of the night before. The tit fucking came as no surprise, nor the dog fucking really. The bit that did make Marcia wonder was the admission that the Reverend Fran Jessop had sucked Rutter off after he had been up her anal fundament!! Fran’s ruddy cheeks got ruddier as she recalled what had turned out to be the finale.




Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 05



“Seriously Marcia, I didn’t know I had it in me.”

“You certainly had something in you, you lucky girl. More than I’ve had,” she sighed rubbing her constantly sticky thighs together.

They looked up guiltily as the vicar strode into the room. He summed it up at once. “Telling tales, eh Rev? I’ll extract payment shortly. In the meantime, I’ve had a call from the Mother Superior at the local convent that houses the order of the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour. Any idea what they’re about? Marcia, Rev?”

It was Fran who answered. “I don’t know too much about them. Seems they run a very successful cottage industry but I have no idea what their order is about. You, Marcia?”

“No idea. A very secretive lot they are. I do know that they were fairly impoverished until a couple of years ago and then the old Mother Superior died and the new one seems to have made them very well off.”

“Well I’ll toddle off and see what she wants. But first – tits out girls. Time for my morning tit wank and head job, only a double up this time.” Seeing the amazed although smiling look on the Reverend Jessop’s face, he said, “I suppose you thought you had drained me dry old girl. I’ve been blessed with reservoirs of spunk. Now get those tits out. You know, you’ve both got lovely huge sets. Who’s first – eeny, meenie...”



Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 06



David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell drove up to the mansion that housed the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour. In the car park were a fleet of black luxury cars – a Bentley with the number plate SUC01 and a succession of six others that included two Jaguars, a BMW, two Porsches and a Nissan 300zx, all with similar number plates with ascending numbers. 

Mrs. Marcia McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum (and provider of his morning blow job) had noted that the order had apparently prospered under the new Mother Superior but that appeared to be one of the great understatements of all time. The grand house was immaculate and so were the grounds and gardens, testament to a large workforce. The door was answered by an ancient crone complete with nun's habit and wimple. She gestured for him to follow and led him into a modern office on the ground floor and pointed him to a plush chair in front of large desk that had one of those lairy Apple Macs to one side.

The door opened and a smartly dressed and coiffed woman entered. The elegant business suit did little to hide a patently voluptuous figure with the vee of the jacket deep enough to show a tightly packed cleavage. While her features were smooth and unblemished, the hazel eyes danced with mischief. She wouldn't see 50 again but she showed all the signs of a very healthy animal.

"So you're the vicar of Chigwell," she announced in a surprisingly firm and business like manner. She extended her hand as he rose and gave him a strong handshake. The nails were buffed and well tended. She took in the tall dark and handsome vicar and her eyes shone with pleasure. "I'm Maureen McKinnon, Mother Superior of the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour. And I am very, very pleased to meet you."

"And I you, dear lady." David eyed her large mobile bottom as she made her way around to the chair behind the desk. "How may I be of service to you?" he drawled as he took his seat and crossed his long legs.

"I'm sure an intelligent man such as yourself might have noticed that we don't appear to be the religious order you might have imagined. The old girl that answered the door is there for show. Old Antoinette belonged to the previous management when they were poor and destitute. We are now in business, and a fairly profitable one at that. As a religious order we do enjoy considerable tax advantages so we haven't changed our name, although our business name is Succour Enterprises."

"Fascinating. What is the nature of the business then?"

"We manufacture products for enjoyment in the home. We do a great line in dildos and vibrators and other items of a like nature. You must remember that nuns have been getting themselves off by themselves for centuries. You don't seem surprised to hear this."

"Not at all. I too provide a service that the traditional church might frown upon."

"Indeed. And that is why I gave you a call. We have a problem that you appear to be eminently qualified to provide."

Rutter frowned. "What? You want me to shag a bunch of old tarts or something?"

Maureen laughed out loud. "My dear vicar, certainly not. I'll explain. Up until a year or so ago, we had a defrocked Jesuit priest with us, a Brother Jonas. A bull of a man, he kept the girls happy but more importantly provided us with the model for our most popular line of dildo. Unfortunately, he had a heart attack and the sales of his dildo have declined rather rapidly in recent months. You see, we girls like to try different dicks, real or manufactured." She opened a drawer and drew out purple latex cock. It was quite large and with an appreciable diameter. The helmeted head however was unremarkable and the balls that were attached were relatively small for the size of the barrel.

"This is where you come in vicar, er David. We have a number of patronesses and we understand that while your – er organ is not of the overly large variety, it does have a certain character that would be perfect for our needs. Should you agree to participate, we will provide you with 10% of the royalties. What do you say?"

"You want to use my cock as a model for a new line of dildos? Hmm, apart from the money, what other inducements are there? Any company benefits at all?"

"Well, Brother Jonas was the order's father confessor. Many of our order spent some time on their knees in front of him. He gave benediction up until the day he died. In fact, he was performing such a duty when he died." She chortled at that. "Come. Let me show you our manufacturing plant."

Rutter followed her out of the room, down a hallway and into what was previously the ballroom of the mansion. An assembly line had been set up from raw materials to packaging. All about the room were women of various ages working and wearing light weight smocks. As they entered, a tall raw boned but striking blonde woman strode up to them. "Maureen, we have a problem. Our last mould of Jonas' dick is about to go cactus on us. You had better find a substitute and quick. Is this it?" She eyed the vicar up and down and two large bulges suddenly pushed against the material hiding a pair of largish and clearly unfettered breasts. "He looks good, but has he got the goods?"

"Joan here is head of production. Sister Joan, meet the vicar of Chigwell, David Rutter. I am reliably informed that he does indeed have the goods. Not the size of Jonas but apparently much more interesting. Just explain to him how we go about making the mould."

"First we get you hard then you shove your penis into a box of setting plaster like this one. Once it's set, we cut you out, make a master then use that one to do a number of production moulds."

"That business of 'cutting me out' makes me a tad nervous."

"No, silly," she giggled. "We make it shrivel and it slips out."

"Usually only emptying the spigot, or shooting the spunk, or blasting the tonsils makes me shrivel."

"Trust me, if you're the man I think you are, we'll make it shrivel to baby size. No permanent damage of course."

David ruminated for a short while. After eyeing the variety of the 15 or so women in the room and remembering the requirement to provide benediction, he agreed. "Okay. Let's get on with it."

Both Maureen and Joan looked at him intently before Maureen said, "We do have to check the goods, of course. I doubt that we've been lied to but it is worth far too much to the order to go to the trouble sight unseen."

"Of course. Here you go." David unzipped and flopped out his only slightly tumescent cock. "I usually need a bit of stimulus to make me really hard. The sight of large nipples on huge breasts will usually do the trick, although oral stimulation would also help." He waved it around and it started to lengthen and thicken. All sounds of activity had ceased and the 15 or so women started to gather around.

"Tits out girls. Let's see that thing get hard."

David stood mesmerised, his eyes darting everywhere as the women peeled out of their smocks and dropped them. Tits to the right, tits to the left, a titman's paradise! They came in all varieties. They ranged from pert ones that pointed straight out to large bulging ones that had little sag to big torpedoes that pointed down and out. Body shapes were different. Some had hairy mottes, some were trimmed and some were clean shaven. The ranged in age from mid twenties to sixties. Two of the women had straps on that were holding dildos in place and a younger girl pulled a pair of ben wah balls out of a juicy looking cunt. Suddenly, the air reeked of female arousal. David let go of his dick and it rapidly hardened to its full menacing physique. Only the Mother Superior remained clothed.

Joan and Maureen leant in close for inspection. "Absolutely incredible flange on this one," opined Joan. "Brother Jonas didn't have a flange at all."

"It is a truly majestic specimen. Look at the pee hole. Fetch his balls out, Joan. Gosh, they're the size of goose eggs." Maureen straightened up. "Girls, stop all production on Brother Jonas. A complete waste of latex. Strip him off. We don't want to get any setting plaster on the vicar's suit."

Willing hands, most copping a surreptitious feel of his burgeoning cock, had him stripped in record time. One of the women shouted for the ones closest to step back so they could all have a look. The tall dark and handsome vicar stood straight and allowed them to perve at his perfect physique and they jostled each other as they fought to catch a glimpse of his erect cock that rose from his nest of pubes in all its majestic splendour. They oohed and aahed at the sight of his muscular back with its pronounced fucking muscles and the tight small buns of his arse.

"I'm afraid we have to shave you, vicar. Is that alright?" asked Joan. He nodded and within minutes his pubic hair was no more. Once depilated she led him by his cock to box that had been filled with setting plaster and, dragging it down from the vertical, got him to push it into the rapidly prepared mixture making sure that his balls were fully covered. 

It was cold and he started to flag. "Brrr. This stuff is cold and my cock is going down. I need some stimulus. Gather round girls." Women crowded around him and a large teat was pressed into his sucking mouth while his hands got busy kneading breasts of all sizes and shapes. He hardened immediately and spent a pleasurable 15 minutes exploring and occasionally darting a finger or two into a pulsating pussy here, a clenching vagina there.

"Right girls, it's set. Leave off while we get him out of there," Joan ordered.

"I don't know how you're going to do that. This feels like the tightest twat I've ever been in now that it's warmed up," growled the vicar.

"Like this," said Joan and flashed a large picture of the horrible hairy arse of a man who was bent over showing hairy bollocks and a slack wimp of a dick.

"Oh yuck," said the vicar and detumesced in seconds. His slack cock fell from the grip of the setting mixture almost immediately. He looked down and exclaimed. "Hey, there's nothing from that stuff on me at all. I didn't need to get stripped at all!"

"Yes I know," giggled Maureen. "But I thought the girls would like to see your famous bod. Isn't that right girls?" Amid a chorus of ribald comments as they again crowded around him, David grinned his devilish grin. 

"Okay girls, who's first for some benediction? I understand that's part of the deal and I'm in need of succour."

"We'll go by seniority and that would normally be me. However, I've got to get this mould fully set and copies made," said Joan. "Mary will take care of you and then Jeanette, probably both at the same given the way they are drooling. The rest of you get the production line ready."

Mary was a woman in her sixties, plump with two big torpedo shaped breasts. She gripped him by the hand and started out of the room. She was joined by Jeanette, a small but voluptuous red head who flung her hands around his middle from behind and rubbed her big roundish breasts against his back and worried her prominent mound against his backside. She yelled out at the others who were donning their smocks, "I'll give you a report when we finish girls. I'm sure this one is going to give better benediction, or dick for that matter, than poor old Brother Jonas. Yum, yum, yummy yum yum!"

An hour later, and having enjoyed the lascivious fucking of the two gratefully eager nuns both of whom had been at the convent in the old days of garden toil and religious mumbo jumbo, the vicar of Chigwell, suitably content returned to the Mother Superior's office where she was working at her computer.

"A drink to celebrate, vicar?"

"Lovely. Yes, a Dom Perignon would be most suitable, and apt." They clinked glasses and toasted each other.

Maureen smiled warmly at him. "You've made the girls very happy and a replica of your cock is going to make them happier after work. Come and have a look. I've been preparing the promotional literature." She sat down and fiddled with the mouse. A picture of his cock and balls in fleshy tones occupied most of the screen. He leaned forward for a closer look and inhaled the fresh apple scent of her dark hair and then took the opportunity to look down the ravine of her breast cleavage. 

He put his arm around her shoulders and turned her to look at him. "Does the Mother Superior of the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour receive benediction as well?"

"Surely, you jest. I saw you in action with Sisters Mary and Jeanette on the closed circuity security system. You can't possibly want to give more benediction." She moaned as David pulled her to her feet and kissed her hotly while running his hand up her skirt at the back and feeling the silky smoothness of her thigh.

He leaned back from the dazed Maureen. "Wanna bet, sweetheart. Having you will top off my day." Rutter put down both their wine glasses and proceeded to undo the buttons of her suit top. "Hhmm, what do we have here. A magnificent set of milky white, blue veined tits. With utterly delectable nipples as well. Worth more than a chew, I'd say. Let's have that off. Now down with the skirt. Absolutely beautiful. Lean back while I give your pussy a lovely tonguing. That's guaranteed to get me hard in no time."

Rutter ran his rigid tongue up and down her nicely juicing folds unsurprised by the sudden appearance of a rigid clitoris the size of a peanut. He suckled briefly while pushing a finger into her clammy depths. The other hand was busy fondling, kneading and pinching the large firm breasts heaving above his head. He stood and rapidly divested himself of his suit and, pulling her large meaty thighs apart, drove his lance halfway into her pulsing pussy. "Arrrgh, that's hot and juicy. Here's the rest." And drove his plundering cock in to the hilt to lodge against her rigid cervix. 

She laid back and hugged his neck like she was afraid he would suddenly leave. Panting and moaning and crying out his name, she bathed his thrusting cock with gushing girly cum as she clung to his driving hips with her strong thighs. He reared up, plunged his cock head to depths of her steamy cunt and loosed a torrent of hot scalding sperm. "Aah take that, you horny nun, you. Jeez you're a great fuck. And that, and that." He climbed on the desk and sat on her heaving breasts. "Lick it clean, that's a good girl, I just love a mouth bath after a juicy fuck like that."

Finally, his cock cleaned and starting to shrivel, he pushed himself off her and stood by the desk surveying the voluptuous nude body of the Mother Superior, her heaving breasts and her glistening pouting pussy lips that leaked a combination of there juices down between her still spread thighs onto her polished desk top. "Did I pass the benediction test, sweetie?" he asked.

"Oooh yes, vicar. Yes oh yes. I must insist that I be bene... bene... oh fuck, dicked on a regular basis."

"My pleasure, absolutely my pleasure, dear lady."

Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the vicar of Chigwell was having a late coffee with the Reverend Fran Jessop who was staying another night in the hope that she would receive another porking from the vicar when the man in question strode into the room. 

"Afternoon girls. I've had a fascinating day." And proceeded to tell them leaving nothing out. "Here, I've brought you both a present." He flipped two boxes at them and watched highly amused as they opened them to discover replicas of his rigid cock in flesh like tones. "They should keep you both on the boil until you get the real thing." He leaned over and gently gave Marcia a kiss. "And you're well overdue, old girl. I'm for a shower. Care to scrub my back, Rev?" He exited and laughed out loud as he heard the crashing of the chair as she eagerly leapt to comply.



Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 07



Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the vicar of Chigwell was seriously pissed off. The vicar, David Rutter had brought the Lady Mayoress, Daphne Hightower bloody hyphen Jennings home the night before and had proceeded to fuck her senseless. Marcia had heard the moans and screams from her downstairs bedroom and had been forced to frot her clit for over two hours before sleep finally claimed her. On top of that, he had dismissed Marcia’s usual morning position – tits out, mouth open, dentures removed with an airy wave muttering “no time” as he raced out the door for a benediction day at the local convent of the Order of our Lady of Succour. He was treating her like a dog, and an ignored dog at that.

To top it off, Daphne Hightower bloody hyphen Jennings had staggered into the kitchen an hour later, and, having demanded a cup of tea in her hoity toity voice, had proceeded to give a blow by blow account of her night of depravity with the indefatigable vicar. Marcia’s friend, the Reverend Fran Jessop had done the same a week before and that had been equally frustrating. 

“On top of that,” whined the Lady Mayoress, “I’ve lost my knickers. Look, I’ve got to get home dripping like an effing faucet.” She had thrown up the hem of her dress and showed the awed Marcia a puffy swollen vagina that oozed spunk dribbling down to a reddened arse hole that also showed signs of whitish emission. “That bastard pumped gallons of the stuff into me. Not that I minded at the time, but it’s been effing oozing out of me for ages. And look at what he did to my breasts!” She had then proceeded to pull a pair of awesome breasts out of her blouse. Large dark nipples still stood to attention but it was the 3 inch diameter areolae that showed teeth marks that were causing her angst. Scaled across them and up to her throat were crusted remains of even more spunk. “I will have to hide these from the Mayor and he’ll be home by lunch time from that Local Government conference he was at. Damn and blast the vicar! The Mayor does like a bit of breast play with oneself after he’s been away. How on earth am I going to explain teeth marks all over one’s titties?” she moaned.

Marcia restrained herself, lent Daphne a towel and recommended an anti wrinkle cream as she showed the woman out the door. As she hurried out to climb behind the wheel of her car, Marcia’s younger sister, Olivia passed her carrying an overnight bag. She wrinkled her nose as she passed the Lady Mayoress.

“Marcia, darling!” she exclaimed rushing forward to hug her sister. “I say, that woman smelt like she’d been shagged by a tribe of Hottentots!”

“Come in Livvie and I’ll explain all. So nice to see you. You look tanned and very healthy.”

“After Allen died, I took a fair amount of his money and treated myself to a Mediterranean holiday. Sun, sea and sex. Those Greek beach boys certainly know how to treat an old lady – as long as she has money.”

Once upon a time, Marcia would have been shocked at such a revelation but her recent months with the demon vicar had inured her against news of sexual excess. This was noticed by her sister. “Marcia, old girl, you don’t look shocked. I was sure that last bit would shock you being the old prude that you are!”

“Was, Livvie, was. Come and have some tea and I’ll tell you all about it.” 

Tea made, they settled down in the cosy kitchen to gossip. 

“Livvie, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve done in the last couple of months. I have had a veritable river of spunk hosed across my breasts and down my throat. Close your mouth dear, it will bring flies. Further more, I’ve spent hours on my knees having my cleavage or my mouth fucked.”

“I just don’t believe it!! Fucked!?! Even your vocabulary has changed!”

“Believe it Livvie, believe it. Wait til you meet the vicar. He’s tall, dark and devastatingly handsome with one of the most arrogant cocks you’ve ever seen. I know you’ve seen your fair share but this one is special. The only one I ever saw, and that was a glimpse, was that of my late and quite unlamented husband.”

“So, you’re finally getting the shagging you missed out on all those years.”

Marcia wept a few tears and hung her head in sorrow. “No Livvie. He keeps promising, or threatening, to do it but he hasn’t. He shags anything remotely female that moves. And he seems to have absolute reservoirs of spunk. He has shagged women all night and still had enough left to pour half a pint down my throat first thing in the morning!” she sobbed. “Once he finds you here, you can bet he’ll have your knickers down and his dick up your hairy twat within seconds.”

“Marcia, darling, surely I’m too old for him.”

“You’re a year younger than me and that woman you passed, Daphne Hightower bloody hyphen Jennings, is older than me. I know he fucked old Widow Briggs three weeks ago and she’s at least 80. He also had her granddaughter straight after and although she claims to be 18, I’m not too sure! Besides which, you’re just how he likes them – plump and busty. He’ll be rogering you within seconds, I tell you.”

“Hhmmmh! Sounds like fun. Where is the lad,” she said looking around.

“He’s at the local convent giving benediction. Or at least, that’s what he calls it. More like dicking if you ask me.”

“Well, what’s his routine?”

“He’ll come back about three, have a shower and a nap and then he will either go out, have some woman come in, or on odd occasions he’ll even have a quiet night.”

Olivia stroked her chin pensively. “Hhmmmh. We need a plan. Tell him your sister is here for a visit and demand that he have dinner with the pair of us. We’ll get dressed up in a pair of dresses I bought in Paris on the way home. Our figures are similar after all. If it’s a shagging you want, then it’s a shagging you’ll get, Marcia, darling. Here’s the rest of the plan........”

That evening David Rutter, recently appointed vicar of the parish of Chigwell walked into dining ante room and stopped dead in his tracks. “My oath, what do we have here. Marcia, old girl, you look positively stunning. And that voluptuous creature next to you must be your sister. Phew! What a pair! In fact, two pair.”

Marcia’s dress was emerald green with a deep décolletage that plunged to the navel showing an indecent length of cleavage and clearly no brassiere. Olivia’s dress was the same design but a deep ruby red. Both women had taken pains with their makeup and although Marcia had not previously done more than used a touch of lippy, she looked extremely attractive after the efforts of her sister to bring out and highlight her quite attractive features..

“Vicar, this is my sister, Livvie. Livvie, David Rutter, disgusting and lecherous vicar of this parish.”

“Very, very pleased to meet you, Livvie,” responded the vicar unfazed by Marcia’s description of him. He bent over and kissed her hand. “I can see good looks run in the family, not to mention extremely large milky white breasts,” he murmured closely scrutinising her abundant cleavage.

“And I’m pleased to meet you, David. I’ve heard quite a deal about you from Marcia, but I can’t say that all I have heard was necessarily nice. In fact, I will have words with you after we’ve enjoyed this marvellous dinner that she and I have prepared. Have some of this fine red wine.”

The meal was indeed marvellous and David sat back replete sipping more of the red wine. The conversation had been dominated by Livvie reciting facts about her extended holiday in the Greek islands. 

“Yes, yes, I can see how fascinating the ruins would be. But tell me, did you get any shagging while you were there?” he asked licking his full saturnine lips.

“Marcia told me you were disgusting,” she said mildly. “However, as it happens, I did score my fair share of cock. Some good, some bloody awful, and the occasional very bloody good.”

“I can see you’re a red blooded woman. How about coming up to my bedroom for some of the very bloody good.”

“Oh I’d love to but there is a condition.”

“What condition? Surely you’re past the age of having periods.”

“Not that sort of condition, you indecent swine.” Olivia leaned towards him allowing her cleavage to deepen as the masses of breast flesh bulged outward threatening to fall out of her dress. “The condition is that you fuck us both, Marcia and I. She has been listening to your promises long enough and is well overdue.”

“Oh?” said the vicar, somewhat chagrined. “I was saving her up for a special occasion, but I guess this may be that occasion. You’re on. Let’s go girls.” He leapt to his feet and manoeuvred the two older women out the door, running his hands over their respective arse cheeks. Olivia giggled and Marcia trembled in anticipation.

Reaching the bedroom, the women opted to help him out of his clothes and bade him lie back on the bed dick in hand and watch them get out of their clinging dresses. The sisters stood side by side, and at a motion from Olivia, they both slipped their dresses from their shoulders to fall to their waists. Rutter practically panted as the sisters’ massive blue veined tits were revealed in all their glory, nipples piercing the night air and chests rising and falling as they peered at his burgeoning cock. They bent over together and David was mesmerised by the elongation of their breast flesh as they removed the gowns from around their feet and stood back up thrusting out their torpedo-like tits as they did so. Olivia placed her hand over her sister’s hairy pubic mound and Marcia did the same to Livvie’s. Each sister then commenced a gentle stroking and within seconds the vicar could hear the slurping noise associated with fingers buried in rapidly juicing cunts.

He groaned and gripped his red hot cock and waved it at them. “Alright, already! Who’s first? Come on, don’t let a starving man lose his load just looking.”

“Marcia, remember what I told you,” said Livvie sternly.

Marcia strode over to the bed, her majestic melons quivering and swaying. “David, given the amount of times I have sucked your cock, I absolutely insist you return the favour!” She flung one of her meaty thighs over his chest and he caught a glimpse of a glistening snatch as she settled down. “Lick me! Lick me to death, you gorgeous man!” She knelt forward and presented her obviously aroused pussy to his mouth. 

“Gladly darling Marcia, gladly,” he murmured and glued his full sensuous lips over her pouting labia. He reached up and grabbed great handfuls of her overflowing breasts and mauled them ensuring he also tweaked her prominent nipples. He slid his abnormally long snake-like tongue into her juiced up vagina and after several plunges slid it up her lips and lashed her bulging clit. Marcia screamed like a banshee and wailed as a huge orgasm ripped through her. 

Meanwhile, Olivia had wrapped her monster tits around Rutter’s stiff standing prick and was gently moving them up and down while pausing occasionally to lick the copious pre-cum oozing from his pee slit. Once Marcia’s wailing had dropped to a low keening sound, she reached forward and grabbed her sister’s hips and pulled her off the vicar’s tongue. “Now for some cock, Marcia,” she growled, and, grabbing the rigid fleshy rod speared the head into her sister’s dripping cunt lips. She grabbed her waist and forced her onto the prick. “Now fuck him, Marcia, fuck him, or I bloody will.”

Marcia had felt the hot pulsing length of the vicar’s majestic cock as it was driven into her dank steamy depths all the way to her still vibrating cervix, a place no cock had been before. Immediately she climaxed, and as it withdrew and rocketed back up, she came again. Gushing girly juices fell out her and down over his big balls to puddle on the sheet. “OOooooooooooHHHHhhhhhaaarrrrrrgghhh!!! You bastard, David Rutter, you kept me waiting for this. I’ll never forgive you. Now fuck me hard, I want it hard, damn you!” She hunched forward and her magnificent tits fell onto his face hiding his glittering glare. He sped up, faster and faster until she felt his cock head expand and his steaming hot spunk shoot into roiling depths. It was a feeling like no other and she fainted dead away while he was still spasming within her.

Olivia pushed her sister off to one side, grabbed the still throbbing penis and swooped on it, sucking the reducing vestiges of his salty emission. Finally it stopped and she looked up at him in awe as he lay with one arm around her sister. “That’s what I call well and truly fucked! Oh my, it’s still hard. My turn, you beast, my turn.” She scuttled up his legs and pushing her bulging pussy lips apart, grabbed his steely prick and forced half of hit into her slimy channel. She grabbed his shoulders forcing her mammoth breasts to hit him in the face and then commenced to wriggle her hips from side to side as she drove his length up her tight twat. The sideways wriggling had the effect of dragging her heavy heaving hooters across his face and he pleasurably played the catch a nipple and suck game as she commenced riding him frantically.

Next morning, the two sisters were sitting in the kitchen having a much needed cup of tea. Their eyes were bleary from lack of sleep but they both had contented smiles. The vicar bounded in full of fire and energy. “Tits out girls, who’s first for the morning blow job?”

Marcia resignedly started undoing her cardigan holding her bulging behemoths. “I told you, Livvie, I told you. Now do you believe me?”

Much as I enjoyed the vicar and his vicariousness, it is time to move on.