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The Vicar's Wife Ch. 01

By: Victoriajohn



All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased. 

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When is a rape not a rape?

I pose this question, and maybe once you've read the story I'm about to tell, you will understand why.

The first part of my story happened to me some three months ago, when I was a naive newly-wed vicar's wife. I might not be much older in years now, but I'm definitely not as naive!

I'd known Michael for four years before we got married, we'd met at university, when he was 22, and I was 19. I guess you'd say I was shy and by the standard of the other girls in my dorm, very reserved. I'd dated boys, but no boy ever had more than the briefest feel of my breasts. And even that, was something that would have caused me to explode with rage, and end any kind of relationship. Never had any boy had his hand or anything else inside my knickers.

So I was not just a virgin, but an untouched one. This rapidly got me a reputation, first as a kind of Holy Grail that all the boys wanted to be the first to claim. But over the next three months, they gradually realised, it was a pointless quest, and eventually boys stopped dating me. I guess it was the deeply religious upbringing, which made me so determined I would be a pure virgin when I eventually walked down the aisle.

I'd been at uni for two years when I met Michael; he was studying divinity, as he had great plans to enter the church, and travel the world doing god's work. I was immediately in awe of him the first time I heard him defending his religious beliefs with a group of students in the uni bar. As just about everyone else I'd met up to now appeared to be a disciple of the devil, he stood out like a mythical god.

We started dating, and in the following months got very close to each other. Not physically, he never attempted to do anything like that, but we were almost inseparable. Mainly just us two together, in each others company, Michael talking about his grand plans, and me thinking how wonderful he was. We'd end the evening with a kiss, but it would only ever be him giving me a light peck on my cheek.

Well at age 20 I graduated, and left to go back home to my parents. And even with my degree from uni, I still ended-up working in the farm shop at the very same farm where I'd first began my working life. Back then I was a part time stable girl, thirteen years old, working after school and weekends. My duties were mucking-out, curry-combing the horses and general dogsbody. It was a thriving place, they looked after most of the horses for the local hunt, and there was also a riding school run by the farmer's wife. But when she died in a riding accident about six months after I'd started uni, the riding school closed down, and the stables went downhill fast, even the hunt eventually moved its horses to another stable.

So the farm was now a rundown affair, still owned by the same man now in his 50's, who had two sons in their early 30's. He also had two other men working as hired hands, one again in his 30's, and the other around the old farmer's age. The place still had all manner of farm animals, but now specialised in nothing, it was still using traditional farming methods that had been used for centuries. The most modern thing about the farm was the wooden building I worked in, the farm shop. We sold eggs, potatoes, and most other vegetables when they were in season.

Michael also left uni, but he however, went on to further training at an ecumenical college. For the next two years we only saw each other about once a month. He'd come and use my auntie's spare room for the weekend; she only lived just around the corner in the next street to my mom and dad. Most of our time we'd be in the company of my family, but this never felt to us like we were inhibited in any way. After all, even if we'd have been spending the whole weekend on our own, we wouldn't have done anything different.

Once Michael left college we began planning for our wedding, and he took on a job working in a local parish, assisting the resident Vicar. Michael never forgot his dreams of travelling the world, and as such, he turned down offers of lovely little village parishes, that would have given us beautiful country vicarages to start our married life in. We both agreed, we'd get married, and wait for the right overseas assignment, that would allow us to fulfil our dream of serving god.

So with Michael still working as an assistant to a local vicar, we got married and rented a small house on a local housing estate. The wedding was a beautiful event, held obviously in church, and we both had a very large family presence.

Then came the dreaded first night.

I won't say I was disappointed, because, in truth, I never really expected it to be anything special. We got to the bedroom in the hotel we were staying in, and he left the room while I got undressed and into bed. Some fifteen minutes or so later, he knocked on our door, and I told him he could come in. This he did, and as I'd already turned off the light, he just got himself undressed, and slipped into bed alongside me.

It felt really strange, having another person in bed, and as his arm reached over my body, his hand brushed across my breasts. They weren't naked, I had on a soft silk night-dress, but the feeling that shot through my body was a mixture of fear and anticipation. He was soon above me, taking his weight on his elbows and knees, while he began to kiss me on my lips. These were the first long lingering kisses I'd ever known, and yes the kisses combined with his hands fondling my nipples, sort of relax me a little.

Then I was aware he was now using his hand to lift the hem of my night-dress, and his knees were moving in between mine, easing my legs open. This once again stirred feelings; but they were mainly feelings of fear, not excitement. I guess I'd fought-off this moment for so long, it was difficult to understand how it could now be the right thing to do. But I knew it was, and so I let my legs be spread wide open.

Then his fingers touched my secret place, and I almost instinctively fought to get my legs back together to protect it. But as I say, I knew I had to let him, and even though I wasn't knowingly turned-on, the kisses and touching of breasts, must have stimulated me a little. For, as his fingers stroked along my folded lips, they glided easily in the fluid now coming from my ... Then as his finger found my ... I felt it pushing up inside me.

The feeling as it entered was nice, but again I was scared, so I never got a massive rush of pleasure, like I'd heard those slutty girls at uni talking about. He pushed his finger up to its full length, and then pulled it back out and began to explore my folded lips with it. After less than half a minute of probing and stroking, the finger moved to one side, and I felt what must have been his penis. I'd never seen or felt one before, not that I saw it this time, but I sure felt it. He slid it back and forth along my slit, and then when he found the entrance he was searching for, he pushed.

Where he'd been fingering me, I think he'd worked the wetness all around my slit, so when he pushed, I felt my ... stretching open. He slid it up slowly at first, and then began frenziedly jerking his hips. As he jerked, he was gasping and moaning, and then he suddenly collapsed down onto me. My first reaction was to think something was wrong, had he had a heart attack or something. His dead weight pinned me to the bed where I lay for some minutes, he was motionless apart from his pounding chest as he gasped for air.

Then he lifted his weight from me, and looked into my eyes. "Well my darling. Did you like it?"

So that was it? The magical event? The thing boys go so crazy over? The thing that causes jealousy between girls who have been childhood companions? But how could I tell him it was a non event? 

"Michael. You were wonderful. So gentle. I love you."

Things were no better the next time, it felt like Michael was just using my body, and there was no sensation of love or tenderness. This second event began one night nearly three months later, after we'd been watching a film on television. We'd begun to watch this film, and even though it was obvious it was about rape, Michael and I watched intently, him holding me closely to his chest. But towards the end of the film it came to the actual rape scene, it was so graphic, showing the whole event. The girl looked like she would be gang raped by a room full of men, maybe as many as twenty. Michael watched in a trance like state as the first man forced himself on this poor girl, and then as he climaxed inside her, Michael shot to his feet. He grabbed the controller, and turned the TV off; making some comments about the filth that is now being shown on our screens. And then said, "Come on, we're going to bed."

But before we'd been in bed a couple of minutes, his arm began to make its way across and down my body, soon it was sliding up under my night-dress. He didn't climb above me like before and start kissing my lips or fondling my breasts. As he reached the tops of my legs, I let my legs part, and he was soon probing looking for and entrance. I was totally dry and un-aroused, so this made his progress difficult, but once his fingers found my..., he suddenly was on top of me. He lifted my legs up and wide-open in a similar manner to how the man on TV had just done with that poor girl. His penis pushed up inside me, and hurt like hell. And also like that poor girl, I wanted to scream and cry out. But I managed to stifle any noises I'd wanted to make, bearing the pain in silence, as he ripped his way inside me. His satisfaction was immediate as he jerked his penis; and then he again collapsed on top of me, lying there like a dead weight until he'd re-gained his breath. This part was an exact repeat of the first time.

But this time, when he regained his breath, he didn't say a thing; he just turned over and was asleep in seconds. I lay there for a good half hour thinking and wondering; what was wrong with me? Why wasn't I a real woman? What had made me so useless at sex? I had no idea, but one thing I knew for absolute sure; there was no way I would ever enjoy this kind of animal behaviour. 

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, and then went back to bed and cried. I knew sex was something men needed, I also knew most women learned to at least endure, and some to even enjoy it. But this could never be me.

Some nights later, again prompted by something on TV we began to talk about sex. The way Michael was talking, it was as though that last event had never happened, and the only time we'd ever indulged had been that first wedding night. The upshot of our, or should I say Michael's reasoning, was that we both agreed, sex was no more than just god's method of pro-creation. And as we weren't ready to start a family until after we'd completed our overseas assignment, we decided we'd abstain. 

The next few months, we began in earnest on planning towards our overseas commitment. Part of this process was physical training, doing weekend fell walking. I say weekends, but his job being mainly a Sunday occupation, it only really left Saturdays free for our walks. Yorkshire in England is famous for its hills and Mooreland countryside. And we'd go out walking nearly every weekend, walking round trips of 20 plus miles up the hills along rough tracks in all weathers.

It was on one of these treks that my real story began. A bright mid-summer Saturday morning, the weather forecast had warned of rain, but the skies certainly didn't look like they had their predictions right. We drove out to the moors, in Michael's dad's camper-van. We certainly couldn't afford anything like this kind of luxury, but we borrowed this off Phillip (Michael's dad) most weekends. It was fully kitted out, and ideal as a base when returning from a long trek. So as per normal, we parked in one of the many tourist car parks in the valleys below the hills.

This as I said had become our normal weekend activity, and as usual, we pulled our big packs onto our backs, and off we set. As I'd said the sun was shining, and the views as we climbed higher were stunning as always. I guess we'd been walking for about half an hour, when the skies suddenly turned black. And I do mean black! It was almost like an eclipse of the sun.

Within seconds a violent wind sprung-up, seemingly from nowhere, and the rain began to thrash down with a vengeance. As the force of this gale was coming across the hill sideways, it was difficult to stand up, let alone try to keep walking. It was howling that loud, talking, or to be more precise, hearing what was being said, was just impossible. Michael turned to me and held me tightly to him. He began to use hand signals, and if I interpreted him correctly, he was indicating we should make our way back down.

Then as he tried to edge himself past me on the slippy narrow ledge pathway, so he could lead the way back down the hill-side, he missed his footing. I tried to grab him, not that I'd have been strong enough to stop him, but in any case I was too slow. He fell about four feet, and crashed into a heap in the crevice between two large rocks.

This was bad enough, but if we'd have been a few feet along the path in either direction, there might not have been anything to block his fall. So even though I could tell instantly, that falling against these rocks had hurt him, without these rocks, he could have fallen to his death.

As it was, I scrambled my way down into the crevice, and crouched alongside Michael. Even with my help, it was obvious his foot and ankle were giving him that much pain, it was impossible for him to stand, let alone climb back to the path, and walk back down the hill. There weren't any obvious signs of broken bones sticking out anywhere, or any sign of blood loss. 

By shouting directly into his ear, and then pressing my ear against his mouth, we managed some simple communication. From this I established it was most likely to be a broken or badly twisted ankle. But what ever, he didn't think he'd get back down the hill without extra help. So as he felt safe enough perched in between the rocks, he was indicating I should try to make my way down the hill to bring back some extra help.

As we'd only been climbing the hill for about half an hour, you'd expect it would only take about the same time, or less to go back down. But with this howling wind and rain lashing down, I'd been struggling my way down the path, almost on my hands and knees for a good half hour, when almost as suddenly as it had started, the wind and rain both stopped. Then in less than a minute the sun was shining down so brightly, I had to shade my eyes.

It was the weirdest storm I'd ever experienced, and now it had stopped, there was a kind of eerie silence, I guess it was the lack of birds singing. The only sound was running and dripping water as it flowed down the rocky path, and dripped from the leaves of the gorse bushes.

But now as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see for miles in all directions. And to my dismay, I wasn't even half way down! But from where I stood, I could see the whole car park, and besides our camper-van, there was only one other vehicle parked down there. I knew I had to get to the bottom of the hill before that vehicle left.

Now the wind and rain had stopped, it was easier going, but I still had to be very careful, as the steep rocky path was slippery with the wet mud the rain had washed down. So I made my way as quickly as I dare, and once down to flat ground, I ran as fast as I could towards the exit of the car park to head off the vehicle that was parked there, in the event that it should start to leave.

The whole area was like something from a horror movie, steam was rising everywhere as the burning hot sun lifted the fresh rainfall from roads, grass, and plants alike. As it was, I got to the gates of the car park, and the vehicle was still stationary about half way along the parking bays. As I ran towards it, the occupants all began to climb out of what I could now see was a Land Rover mountain rescue vehicle. By the time I'd reached where it was parked, all four men were out and standing there waiting for me to arrive.

"Slow down love. What has happened?"

"It's my Michael, he's fallen. He's still up near the top of that hill," I said as I pointed up.

"Ok love. Just take your time; lets get all the facts first. We'll soon have him sorted for you," this was the man who'd spoken first, and who appeared to be the one in charge.

They asked me all about what had happened, and how badly injured I thought he was, and then they decided a stretcher would be needed. One was brought from the back of their vehicle, and with them all carrying their own rescue packs, they all began to follow me back to the hill. They had said it would be more sensible for me to wait with the vehicles, and that they would go up the hill and find my Michael themselves. But I insisted I'd show them the way.

I ran across the field to the gate, and began to climb over. This was where I fell foul of being in too much of a rush. I'd got to the top of one side of the gate, and swung my leg over the top. But as I began to throw my weight over the gate, the newly placed foot slipped off the bar of the gate.

I dropped down onto the top rung of the gate, not only scrubbing the inside of my legs, but also landing very heavily on my crotch. This sudden whack stunned me momentarily, and I toppled over the gate, scrubbing my inside leg again as I slithered from the top rung. I fell chest forwards, and in my stunned state, the natural reaction of breaking a fall with your arms, just didn't happen. I landed on the ground on the other side of the gate taking most of the fall with my breasts. This in itself would have been sufficient to wind me. I lay there, conscious, but seemingly unable to help myself up. In seconds all of the men were gathered around me. The man who appeared to be in charge gave me a quick check asking how many fingers he was holding up, etc. And then when he was satisfied it was safe to do so, they helped me to my feet. He decided he would take me back to the car park to give me a full check over, whilst his companions continued up to the top of the hill, to rescue my Michael.

I wasn't really in any condition to argue, and actually I'm not sure if I'd have managed the climb up that hill. As it was, he had his arm wrapped around my waist, and I had mine around his shoulder as he helped me to make my way back across the field. That was, of course, after they'd opened the gate to let me through, there was no way I could have climbed back over. On our way to the car park, I told him my name was Shirley, and my husband's name. I also told him briefly about how long we'd been married, and that my husband was a vicar, and we were training to prepare ourselves for an overseas assignment in some remote developing world region.

Ian, this was the head man of the rescue team, said being as our vehicle was a camper-van it would have more room, and he'd be able to examine me easier in there. He explained he was fully trained medically, and there was nothing to worry about. So once he'd helped me up into the back of our camper, he said he'd go and get some kit from his vehicle, and as I was thoroughly soaking wet, I should undress, get myself dried, and then put on some dry clothes. He said he'd knock before he came back in, but I explained that wasn't necessary, as I could close-off the bedroom compartment, and get myself changed in there. So he went one way, and I closed myself into my bedroom, and stripped naked. I dried myself down, and then got out some clean dry clothes. Whilst I was busy pulling on my knickers, I heard the outside door opening.


The Vicar's Wife Ch. 01



"It's only me."

I recognised Ian's voice, "Ok, I won't be long, I'm just getting dressed."

"Ok love. Just take your time. While I'm waiting, I'll pop the kettle on, I'm sure a nice hot cup of tea will do you the world of good."

"Thank you. I'm sure you're right, there is nothing like it to warm you up."

Well I'd soon finished dressing, and I pushed back the partition doors, to open up the full compartment.

"Are, there you are. Teas in the cups, do you take sugar?"

"No thank you."

"Milk?"

"Please."

"There you go then, that's just what you need, something hot inside you."

"Thank you, you've been ever so kind."

"Don't be silly, you drink that up, and then I'll give you the once over, make sure you haven't done any serious damage."

"I'm sure there's no need, I'm feeling better already."

"Look Shirley my dear, last time I let you lead us up the hill, and that was against my better judgement, and look what happened. This time, I think you should listen to me. After all, if you are ok, its cost us nothing, but if I find something wrong, then the sooner we get you fixed the better. Agreed?"

"I guess so."

"Well just so you know there's nothing funny going on, I've set up my nanny-cam on the side cupboard over there, which will record everything that happens."

"There's no need for that is there?"

"I'm afraid there is. It's silly I Know, but these days, it's something we have to do. You know, all these cases of women accusing doctors of improper conduct. And in any case, it is as much for you, everything I do is recorded, so it's as safe as being back in the surgery with a nurse in attendance."

"Ok, if we have to, but it feels very strange, the thought of you examining me, and it being recorded."

"Don't worry, I guarantee, once we get started, you'll forget it's even there. Speaking of which, I see you've finished your tea, so if you sit back over there on the bed, I'll come and sit along side you."

I sat on the bed, and he came across, but before he sat, he lent forwards towards me. "Come on then, I'll help you off with that jumper." His hands took hold of the hem of my woolly jumper, and I lifted my arms, as he pulled it up and over my head.

I was now sat in front of this stranger with just a bra covering my breasts. Still stood up, he leant over top of my head, and reached down to release the clip on my bra. "Ok we'll just help you off with this." He placed it to one side on the bed, and sat sideways along side me, bringing his left hand across to cup first my right, and then my left bust. He gently squeezed and fondled under, to the sides, and all around each breast. Asking as he did, "Is this hurting?"

"No, they're a little sore, but you're not hurting."

"Ok, I'm just going to check if your sensory reactions have been damaged. Do you know what I mean by that?"

"No."

"Ok, its simple really, you are married, so you'll know there are parts of your body that react to being touched. You know what I mean now?"

Maybe I was married, and I guess he thought that would mean I'd be sexually experienced, but I'd only been made love to twice. I really had no idea what he was talking about.

"I'm not sure."

"Ok, let me ask you this, when your Michael touches your nipples like this, does it start a tingling sensation anywhere?"

Michael had done this to me the first time in bed, and yes, I remember it made my nipples feel funny; it also made me feel funny down in my private place. So I replied, "Yes." 

"Do you feel anything now?"

It felt a little weird having a stranger touching me, but it wasn't making my nipples feel funny, or exciting my tummy like Michael had done, so my reply was, "No. Not really."

"That's not a good sign, but maybe it's just the ambience. Let me just try something else." He placed one hand in the middle of my back, one on my tummy, and said, "Let's just have you laid back onto the bed a minute." Then as he moved his hands to lift my feet, which he placed tightly together on the bed, he said, "And you'll be more comfortable, if we lift your legs up."

Then he walked across to collect his camera. "I'll just move this, its no good over there."

What he'd said before had been right; I had completely forgotten there was a camera filming our every move. But now he'd placed it over this side of the van, so it was looking up the length of the bed, and had a full view of all that was about to happen to me.

As he re-arranged the way my skirt lay across my legs, thus preventing the camera from seeing up under it, he asked, "Do you feel comfortable?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

And it was true, I felt in safe hands, not least, because of his little touch of placing my feet tightly together, and making sure my skirt was discreetly positioned to prevent the camera seeing more than necessary. 

"Now I want you to trust me, because for this to work, you need to be fully relaxed. Do you trust me?"

Well up to now, this man and his friends, had been nothing but perfect gentlemen, and they'd done everything in their power to help me.

"Yes, of course I do."

"Ok I'll explain what I'm going to do, and it will sound strange, but remember, it is all being filmed, so I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't absolutely necessary. And I really do need your cooperation."

"Yes I will, I promise."

"Ok, close your eyes, and try to think erotic thoughts. Think of things like the first time your husband made love to you. It's important you let your mind wander. I will start by repeating what we've already tried, fondling your nipples. But if like last time, they don't react, I'll have to try licking and sucking them. If you feel them beginning to react, just tell me and I'll stop. Now before we begin, are you sure you're ok with me doing this to you?"

I was more than a little confused. "I've never heard of a doctor needing to do this, are you sure it's really necessary?"

He sat-up suddenly, "Ok, you can get dressed then. I thought you said you trusted me?"

I could see I'd upset him, and I instantly felt as if I'd let him down, acting like a shy and silly school girl. It was then, still lying flat out on my back, that I caught a glancing view through the gap in the curtains. I froze for a second and stared at the massive rainbow encompassing the hill on the horizon where Michael was still awaiting his rescuers. It was like a giant halo, as if god had given me a sign, and I now knew this man was genuine, he'd only been trying to help me.

"No please. I trust you; it was just me being silly. It seemed a strange thing for a doctor to do."

"I told you that, I said it would sound strange, but you've subjected yourself to a very unusual injury, and I need to make sure your nerves aren't damaged. Can you imagine if you'd never seen a doctor hitting someone just below their knee-cap with a little hammer, wouldn't this seem peculiar to you? But just because it's something everyone has seen, and they all know it's a genuine reaction test, nobody ever questions it. Well what I'm doing is just the same, but you'd hardly imagine anyone talking about it to their friends afterwards, or you'd never see it in an Ealing comedy."

"Yes, I see what you mean. Ok, I'll do my best but it will be difficult for me." I lay back down, and closed my eyes, and I tried to think about the first night Michael had started fumbling his hands all over my body.

"That's a good girl. Are you ready? I'm just going to touch your nipples." But he didn't wait for my reply, I instantly felt his finger tips stroking across my nipples, and at the same time, he began to use his other hand to gently rub my ear-lobe. Just these two stimulants would have been enough, but now I felt his lips nipping my right nipple.

It sent a sudden quiver through my body, more violent, and penetrating than anything Michael had done on our first night. It penetrated deep into my tummy, right into my private place, and I felt it begin to tremble. I thought maybe this trembling was fear, because my private place associated someone touching my nipples, with the pain of Michael thrusting himself into me. Ian's mouth was moving from nipple to nipple and back again, and I felt my hips lifting from the bed.

Suddenly I realised I was supposed to tell him if his touching was having an effect on me. "I...I...I... Your." My mouth kept opening, and I think I know what I wanted to say; but words wouldn't come to my lips. I kept trying to get him to stop. "Ple... Please. You're. Please."

"Relax my dear. Just let it flood over you."

"Ohhhh god. Ohhh pl..."

"It's alright. Just let yourself go. I won't hurt you. Just let your body do what it wants." I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn't even say words, let alone make sentences that were comprehensible.

Well I did as he'd asked, I let go, not that I did it intentionally, I just seemed powerless to resist. I wasn't sure if what I was doing was wrong, but it was like it was happening to someone else. He wasn't just kissing and licking my nipples, he was kissing into the nape of my neck, and under my ears. God I can't explain what this was doing to me, I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I just wanted him to keep driving the sensation harder and deeper into my body. 

I knew my hips were thrashing up and down, and that I'd now splayed my knees open, but it wasn't actually me in control of the way I was behaving. As each tremor rippled down my body, it culminated in me thrusting my hips high up off the bed, and it wasn't only my knees that were splayed open, my feet were no longer tightly together where he'd placed them. I was laid back, totally under his control, with my feet a good two foot apart in the most shameless pose.

He kept up his onslaught for an age, and although I had no idea what was about to happen, I could feel something was building up in my private place. It was pulsing wildly, and my tummy was knotted as if it was about to release some kind of fire ball. 

I know it wasn't a fire ball, but something was released, and I began a violent jerking, and writhing about on the bed. Then I was suddenly aware my knickers and the tops of my legs were soaking, as fluid flowed from inside me. I must have writhed about for a good minute or two, and when I eventually collapsed, just for that split second, I felt like I'd been to heaven and back, and god was sitting at my side.

(God forgive me for saying that, but it was like nothing I'd ever experienced)

As I opened my eyes I saw Ian looking down at me. "How do you feel now?"

As I've just said, I was in an ecstatic trance, and I just blurted out. "Oh Ian, was I alright?"

"I don't need to answer that for you, do I?"

"Oh Ian. What did you do to me? That was so wonderful."

"So I can take it from that, you've never had an orgasm before?"

I had heard of them years ago in uni, but it wasn't something that any of my friends ever talked about, and I'd never heard the word for years. But going by Ian's question, I guess that must have been what had just happened to me.

"No," I whispered, in a very embarrassed manner.

"Well Shirley, you certainly made up for that today. You're a top class squirter."

I guessed he was referring to the liquid that had come from my body when I'd began to spasm, and I suddenly felt so ashamed, it was like I'd pee'd myself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mea..."

He stopped me mid sentence, "Don't you be sorry. That was exactly what I hoped you'd do. We've just proved what we wanted to see. Your stimulation points are working fine, and you haven't done any permanent damage to your breasts. And in any case, I need to examine you down there next, so you would have had to take your skirt and knickers off anyway."

And with me still lying flat out along the bed, he began to unbuckle my belt. I placed my hand on top of his, and he paused his unbuckling. "Ian, are you sure this is necessary?"

He looked at me, giving me one of those superior looks men are good at. "Have you still got any discomfort down there?" As he asked, he looked down to my crotch area and nodded his head. 

Discomfort! Now the affect of the orgasm was subsiding, it was beginning to hurt like mad again. So I admitted, "Yes."

"Then you'd be a very silly girl to ignore it."

There was a pause, as I still found the whole thing very embarrassing; then I asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can."

"I do trust you, and I don't want to upset you."

"Come on ask away, I promise I won't get upset."

"You said once you could tell I was getting aroused, you'd stop."

"Normally I would have done, but it was so obvious from the way your body reacted, that you were, so to speak, sexually tense. It is always better in those circumstances to allow the patient to attain full satisfaction."

"You promise me you're not just..." I hesitated, not finding the right words, but without me actually saying what I meant, he answered me.

"I give you my word. What I just did to you was strictly in accordance with medical practice and I'd have done exactly the same if we'd had a nurse in attendance."

I lifted my hand from his, and he resumed unbuckling my belt. Then he reached to my side to unbutton the skirt. As I felt him tug, I lifted my hips to allow him to pull my skirt under my bottom. Next his fingers were into the waist-band of my knickers, and I once again lifted letting my knickers be removed. He lifted my left leg across, and turned it slightly, bringing the inside face of my leg uppermost.

"My god, you've messed this up a bit."

I instantly thought he was referring to the bed covers, with all my liquid squirting, so I lifted myself up to my elbows to look. But he was referring to my left leg, and the long red scratches I'd made on it as I'd slid down the top rail of the gate.

"Here, I'll rub some of this in; it'll help take the sting out." He began to rub some cream out of a tube he'd taken from his medical bag. But to be honest, the stimulation he'd given me, and the orgasm I'd just experienced, had pushed the feelings of soreness my legs had been giving me, way to the back of my mind. It was only the really dull aching from my crotch, which had managed to penetrate the anaesthetic effect of the orgasm. But he went ahead and rubbed first my left, and then my right leg, even though the latter was only slightly scuffed.

"There we go. I think that's the legs sorted, now for your vagina. Is it alright me using the medical term? It doesn't offend you?"

"No, that's ok."

"Is that what you call it?"

"Well not really."

"What do you call it then?"

"I'm not sure as I've ever had to call it anything; I guess if I had too, I'd say my private place."

"Ok Shirley my dear you're going to have to be very grown-up and brave about this next part. It's essential that I give you an internal examination, and to do that, I'm going to ask you to let me lift your legs right up high to your shoulders, and then stretch them as wide as you can get them. We'd normally have a special couch for this with stirrups, so you could relax as much as possible. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to put your hands under your knees, to hold your legs up for me. Will you manage that for me?"

"I think so."

I began to lift my legs. "Whoa there. Not yet my dear, let me explain the whole procedure to you first. It's embarrassing enough for you having to go through with this; I don't want you to be like it for one second longer than absolutely necessary."

I let my legs back down, saying, "Sorry I thought you meant now."

"You don't need to apologise my dear. I bet you're a bundle of nerves?"

"Y...yes. I am a bit on edge."

"You have my word, once we get started, so long as you relax and trust me like last time, it'll be over before you know it. Ok, once we get you in position, I'm going to be feeling all around what you call your little private place, outside and inside, and I'm even going to be feeling inside your bottom. This won't be anywhere near as bad as it sounds, thanks to your orgasm, you're really well lubricated. So before we begin, you're clear about what I'm going to do? And you're ok with me doing it?"

I didn't answer, I felt instinctively, that he was a man I could trust, and god had sent him to help both Michael and I in our hour of need. I looked into his eyes, and nodded.

"Ok then, let's have them little legs up nice and high"

So I began to lift my legs, his hands took hold of my ankles, positioning them precisely where he wanted as he passed them into my hands.

"Ok my dear. Have you got them?"

So there I was; spread open for him to do as he wanted.

His hands were all over me, sliding up and along my slit, back down to my bottom, and as he'd said, pushing into my bottom. The whole of this area of my body was covered in wet slippy juices from my orgasm, so wherever his fingers moved towards, they just slid in, and up.

I could feel he was moving from my bottom, to my front hole, and back again repeatedly, using two fingers held together. They slid up my front hole with out any problem, and I began to feel the sensations building up inside my tummy once again. But as he slid the two fingers up my bottom, I felt a rippling sensation as the knuckles passed in through the outer tight ring and then again as they pulled their way out.

I guess he'd been examining me for about two minutes when he said, "There really isn't anything to feel nervous about."

"I...I'm not."

"I can tell you're not relaxing my dear; and like the last test we just carried out; if you don't relax, we'll never see if your stimulation system is working. Tell you what, let your legs down from up there, and just let them fall open naturally. And then I'll start back on your breasts, and then work down to your little private place. You just close your eyes."

I again didn't answer, but I knew he was right, I was still tense. So I did as he'd asked and lowered my legs. And then I let my knees fall open, while I held my feet wide apart. He was soon leaning above me, sucking my nipples, and kissing around my neck. I immediately began to get aroused, for this time; I recognised that was what was happening to me. But no sooner had the thunderbolts of lightning began to send fire down to my crotch, before my hips resumed their humping action. But with him leaning up my body to suck and kiss my breasts, he was positioned in the valley made by my open legs, and thus my humping hips, pushed my mound hard into contact with his body. There was no mistaking what I could feel through the material of his trousers; it was his penis, and it was rock hard. This only appeared to enhance my arousal, and both of my holes were now both throbbing like never before.

I fought off what appeared to be an involuntary bodily movement, attempting to keep my bottom firmly down on the bed. But as he'd now sensed my state of arousal, he moved from my breasts, and I felt his mouth come into contact with my front hole. His tongue began lapping up the length of my slit and then back down as far as my bottom hole. But when after a few exploratory licks, he lingered around the front of my slit, and started licking and sucking, I heaved up into his face with a violent thrust. He sucked all the harder, and I felt a thumb slip up my bottom, whilst two fingers began ramming in and out of my love hole. He continued poking, probing, licking, sucking and generally exploring and manipulating all of the lower part of my body. For my sake, I just let my body do as it wished, and went with whatever my reactions dictated. I knew another squirting orgasm was about to explode, and I just let myself behave like a shameless animal. As my orgasm began, he gripped hard onto the top of my legs, clamping his face into my crotch. No matter how I writhed about, he stuck to me like a limpet, drinking as much of my juices as he could get down. 




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 01



We both lay still for minutes, I could not believe what had just taken place, and was finding difficulty making excuses to myself, knowing this couldn't really be some kind of genuine medical test. Then I saw his face, as he lifted his head up, from where his mouth and nose had been buried hard into my love hole.

He smiled, "Well my dear. You can be sure of one thing, that secret place of yours is in perfect working order, just like your breasts."

His face was covered with my juice, but he had the biggest smile I'd ever seen, and for some stupid reason I can't explain, I said, "You look happy."

"Well my little Shirley, I could say the same for you. But you're right, I am happy. It's not every day I get a vicar's wife to cum in my mouth."

"Oh god, you mean that was all a trick?"

"No, of course not. You know I was just making sure everything was working after your fall. And that massage I've just given you, I bet it's taken nearly all the pain from in between your legs?"

Well he was right about that, the massage as he called it, had relaxed, and relieved what had been a very painful ache I'd had in my crotch.

"Yes, it does feel better."

"So the fact you've just cum twice in less than twenty minutes, and I've had the pleasure of drinking your cum directly from your pussy, that is just a bonus."

Feeling very embarrassed, I asked, "Can I get myself cleaned up now?"

"Of course you can. But before you do I want you to just take this."

He'd already stood up, and just as he was saying this he turned away, and put his hands to his bag. Then as he brought his hand back towards me, he was holding out his finger, like he'd maybe squirted something from a tube, and he had the squib of what ever on his outstretched finger. As it came to my mouth, I looked at it, it was like a sort of streaky white paste, almost like wallpaper paste. 

"Open up, its only one little lick."

"What is it?"

"Don't you worry what it is, the doctor says to lick it up, so be a good girl."

I took hold of his hand, and wiped his finger across my tongue, and licked it into my mouth. It was a little salty, but not nasty to taste.

"Well did it taste ok?"

"Yes, what was it?"

"It's just a muscle relaxant, but you could do with a bigger dose than that."

"Have you got anymore?"

"There's a little left in a tube, but I think you'll have to suck it out, while I hold the tube."

"Where is it?"

He pulled his zipper down, and pulled out his big erect penis, saying, "Come on my little beauty, open up your mouth." As he said it he rammed his penis towards my face, and as I attempted to pull back, his hand on the back of my head pulled me forwards. As the sticky wet end of his penis pressed against my lips, it forced its way into contact with my teeth. I stupidly attempted to protest, and as my teeth parted, his penis entered; preventing any words escaping. And his words now were hard and forceful, "Suck it you bitch. Suck!"

But try as I might to pull away, he was too strong. I never even thought of biting it, and he pumped my mouth for nearly a minute before I managed to get it out. "You dirty sod. I'm going to tell my Michael. Get off me you dirty man."

"Calm down you silly girl, it was only my fucking dick, it wasn't like I tried to poison you."

"I'll get you struck-off. I'll tell them you raped me."

"Don't be silly, it's all on camera, you agreed to everything. And as for struck off, struck off what? I'm not a doctor. I'm a plumber."

"Why. You tricked me. I hate you. I'm sure my Michael will be able to get you into trouble with the police."

"Look calm down; let me explain things to you. First, the video camera shows I didn't force or rape you. Second the video I've just recorded can be put on the internet, or sent in the form of a DVD to the bishop, your parents, Michael's parents, your neighbours, or anyone. And I can't imagine your Michael would be very impressed with his wife heaving her pussy up and down and squirting her cum for a stranger. In fact, I think he might even divorce you. So as you see, if you tell anyone, it is you who will lose out, not me. Anyway, what harm has been done, you've just had your first orgasms, you should really be thanking me, not getting all upset."

"But you tricked me. I thought you were a doctor."

"But doctor or not, did you have two orgasms?"

"Well yes but..."

"But nothing, you were on cloud nine? And be honest, you liked the taste of my dick?"

"No I didn't. You forced that on me. How could you do that? That was horrible."

"You didn't say that when you licked the cum from my finger."

"But I thought you were giving me some kind of medicine."

"And so I was. And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop acting like a silly school-girl, and you'll get my dick back into your mouth, and get yourself a nice big dose of it."

"Don't be so foul. I promise you, I don't care if you are trying to blackmail me with that dirty video you've taken, I'm going to tell my Michael, and we'll get you arrested."

"You still don't understand how silly you sound. Do you? Do you think your Michael will still be allowed to stay in the church, once the bishop, and all your local congregation has seen you performing? I can guarantee you, the second Michael sees you behaving like a sex crazed whore, he'll be on the phone to a solicitor, and the divorce papers will be written-up and ready to sign by the time he gets to the solicitors office."

I kept trying to believe my Michael would stick by me, and discount the things this man was saying, but the more I thought about what that camera witnessed, the more I came to accept he was right. But if I once gave in to this man, I had no idea where this would end. I decided I'd try one last attempt to bluff him out.

"You can say what you like, I know my Michael, and he will believe me, not you, or anything you've got on that video."

"It's your choice my dear."

And with that he began to get himself dressed. Then while dressing he looked out of the window and said, "But you'll only have yourself to blame when this all goes wrong. And if I was you, I'd look-sharp and get some clothes on, looks like my colleagues are just getting the stretcher over that gate right now, so they'll be here soon. Just remember, I offered you an easy way out, one where your Michael would have been none the wiser."

I rapidly began to clean myself up, and get into some fresh clothes. But all the time I was wondering what would happen when they arrived back with Michael.

"What are you going to say when my Michael gets here?"

"I'm just going to play my nanny-cam back through that TV of yours, so your Michael, and of course, my friends can watch everything that's just happened."

"But my Michael will see you tricked me."

"Do you really think a man's pride is that strong, that he can live with a wife he's just witnessed behaving like that with a stranger? Especially when he's just had to watch it for the first time in the company of other strangers; all of whom are men. Knowing; even at best his wife has been more naive than a school girl. But at worst, she's taken the first opportunity presented to her, to have a sexual relationship with a stranger."

I was now fully dressed, and I'd pushed all my used clothes into the wash basket along with the soaking bed cover. Then as I spread a fresh cover over the bed, I could see the three men coming through the gates at the far end of the car park! I now had literally single minutes to decide if I dare take this man on, and trust that Michael would stand-by me.

I knuckled-under and decided it would be easier to just let him get away with his foul deception. "Ok you win. I won't tell Michael, so long as you don't show him the video."

"Too late my dear. If you'd just given my dick a little suck. A minute would have done to show your appreciation for my help in bringing you to your first orgasm. But as it is, I'll take pleasure in watching his face when he sees you on screen. And your face when he goes ballistic. Then I'll make money selling the video on line."

"Please don't, I'm really sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut the mustard. Are you willing to prove it?"

"How? They'll be at the door any second."

"I'll keep quiet on one condition."

"What?"

"I want your knickers off. Now!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. I just want to know you're walking around in here without any knickers on."

As he finished speaking, they arrived at the other side of the door, and one of them knocked.

"KNOCK. KNOCK."

I pulled my knickers down, and was looking around for somewhere to hide them. Ian took them from my hand with his left, as his right one was busy opening the door. Stood outside were two men either ends of a stretcher, and the third one carrying all their ropes and gear.

One of the men climbed in backwards, lifting with him the stretcher which had my Michael strapped firmly into it. Followed by the man on the other end of the stretcher. 

The third man piled all the gear onto the floor, and he walked to the driver's door and climbed in. "Someone got the keys?"

"Shirley my dear, have you got the keys for Jamie, and then we can get your Michael to hospital."

I handed the keys to Ian, and as he gave then to the man in the driving seat, I stooped down to talk to Michael. Even this was not as straightforward as it might have been. As Michael was flat on his back on the stretcher. And the stretcher was on the floor. I had to be careful Michael didn't see up my skirt, and realise I hadn't any knickers on.

"Michael dear, are you alright? Is it hurting bad?"

"I'll be ok. It is hurting, but thanks to these Samaritans, it'll soon be taken care of. Are you ok?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I would have come back up with them, to help them find you, but I stupidly fell climbing that gate."

As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted saying anything. Why I'd told him that I have no idea, he didn't need to know anything about me being hurt.

"Oh my darling. Were you hurt badly?"

I rapidly tried to back track, making out it was nothing. "No. Just shaken up, and a bit bruised."

"Has this gentleman looked at it for you?" He said looking at Ian. 

Now realising he'd eventually know where I'd hurt myself, and that he'd be none to please to know I'd let this stranger examine that area of my body, I knew only lies would get me out. "No, there's no need."

"Don't be a silly girl. These men are medically trained. They've strapped my ankle up, and given me a full once-over to check for any other problems. I'm sure Terry or Roy would be only too glad to check you out."

"Sure thing Michael, we'll take her into the back compartment."

"There you are my dear, looks like you'll have the attention of two medical men, you are privileged." Then turning to Terry, "If you need any privacy for the examination, the partition door can be brought across to close that end off."

"Well she did fall heavily with her crotch onto the top rail of that iron gate, so we will need to give her an internal."

Michael almost swallowed his own tongue, and the gulp noise he made was noticeable. "Well. Err. I'm sure I can trust you to do what's necessary."

I wanted to shout out, but knew doing that, would only unleash Ian with his video of me behaving like a sex crazed animal; so instead, I let Roy lead me with his hand on my elbow, back into our bedroom. Whilst Terry closed off the partition; leaving my Michael, Ian and Jamie, all the other side. 

Jamie now had the campervan underway, so we were now making our way along the steep twisty moor-land roads.

It was only when Terry turned around from closing the partition, that I saw he had the dreaded camcorder in his hand. "Right Shirley, it is Shirley? Isn't it?" He spoke in a soft voice, obviously not wanting my Michael to hear him.

"Yes it is. But you can forget using that. And don't think I'm going to let either of you examine me."

"Oh I see. It's like that is it? Well in that case, we might as well open the partition, and you can explain to your husband why you don't want to be examined, while he watches Ian's camera work. I know he scored, he gave me the nod as soon as we walked in."

So this little scam wasn't a one-off, they must have done this before. And when they arrived back, Ian had managed to let them know he'd compromised me, without even saying a word. So I was still backed in a corner, and this time it wasn't lies that would help me out.

"Ok. I'll let you examine me, but if you touch me like Ian did, I won't be able to keep silent."

"But we will."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you suck Ian's dick?"

"No."

"What and he hasn't shown your husband the video? I'd better make some excuse to get him in here to find out what's going on."

I really didn't want Michael's suspicion arousing, so I quickly said, "No please, there's really no need. We ran out of time, I would have done it, but he said if I took my knickers off, he wouldn't tell about the video."

A big smile appeared on his face, and he lifted the hem of my skirt up. Then Roy reached across and lifted my left leg up and to the side; so they could now both see my love hole. "Sweet. Can't wait to get my lips around that cunt of yours."

We were still talking in soft tones, but even so, I felt like my Michael must know what was going on.

"Get laid back on the bed, and I'll get astride you. You can suck my dick first. And when it cums, don't you dare spill any, you swallow the fucking lot, or you'll be in trouble."

He didn't sound like he was a man to mess with, so I was soon on my back, sucking his massive hard penis as it rammed in and out of my mouth.

I'd been sucking for only a minute or so before he began to jerk his hips. I recognised this as a sign he was shooting his cum, but in truth I hadn't much idea what that meant. I'd only experienced it twice, and each time it had been with Michael's penis up inside my love hole.

But now I could feel and taste the same salty taste from earlier, as he kept ramming and spurting inside my mouth. I made sure I kept it all in, not letting a drop leave my lips, then as his penis pulled out, I swallowed it all down.

What I haven't mentioned, was while Terry was busy in my mouth, Roy had my legs spread wide open, and was busy licking my holes, and all around my love parts. So what with Terry's penis on my lips, and Roy's onslaught under my skirt, I was well on my way to an orgasm. It had only been the big fat penis in my mouth, which had stifled my gasps of pleasure.

Now I'd swallowed the cum, Terry held his hand over my lips, until Roy presented his penis for me to suck. As it touched my lips, I eagerly sucked, but as he was already pushing, it would have gone in anyway. I soon got back into the rhythm, as he pumped hard against the back of my throat. Down below, something was being pushed up inside my front love hole!

I couldn't fight them off, and it wasn't a penis. It was something strange, hard and man made. Once he had whatever pushed up deep inside me, he began to lick and suck all around as Roy had done. But from deep inside me, there was a sensation I couldn't explain. Yes I know I had an orgasm building, but this was something more, or extra.

My tummy was vibrating from inside, a kind of tremor, shooting feelings to every part of my being. Well if at the start of this I'd been concerned about Michael hearing us, by now, that was not even a consideration. They'd somehow taken me to the point where I was no longer in control of my body. Well I might not have been in control of it, but I knew what it was doing.

Terry had to try to hold me up off the bed, as I was thrashing my hips violently up and down. If he'd left me on the mattress, I'd have been bouncing the camper-van off the road. Roy was still ramming my mouth, but now, I could feel his penis was entering my wind-pipe. There was no sign of me gagging on it; it was like I'd done it a million times before, a kind of natural ability that just felt right.

Then it came to the time for Roy to shoot his cum, and he pulled back slightly, so as to shoot each and every bolt of his cum over the surface of my tongue. His first release of cum triggered my orgasm. Terry held onto me. He told me some time later, it was like he was tackling a raging bull. In fact, he thought a Spanish fighting bull would have been easier to control.

So after a few minutes, I'd returned to my normal self, and once again, felt first guilty, then angry, and then trapped. And then as I began to wipe myself clean, I felt a wire, a thin electrical flex wire, disappearing up into my front love hole. The other end of the wire was coming out of a small plastic box that lay beside me on the bed.

"What's this?" I asked as I held the wire, not daring to pull on it.

Terry answered, "That'll be ok left in there for now. We'll put the battery pack into a waist belt for you."

"But what is it? Why can't you take it out?"

"Don't worry about it; it's only a little stimulator. Something we can use to remind you who is in charge."

I wanted to argue, and insist it was removed, but I knew it would be pointless. So instead I just allowed them to attach the battery pack to a belt which was put around my waist, under my skirt. I finished dressing, but again wasn't allowed to wear any knickers. Then with us all looking respectable, the partition was once again pulled open.

Terry breezed out as unconcerned as you like, "Well reverend, you can rest assured your lady wife is in first class working order. She's still a bit tender, but she'll be right as rain in a couple of days."

I could see by Michael's face, he looked more than a little concerned, and ignoring what Terry had said, he look directly at me, from where he lay, still strapped tightly onto the stretcher. "Are you ok? They didn't do anything improper to you?"

The last thing I wanted to do was to get him upset, or provoke Ian into showing the video, so out came another lie. "No dear, of course not. They just examined me, and massaged me with some cream." I then tried to change the subject. "Don't you think you could undo the straps now, and let Michael sit up?"

Ian answered, "As I've just explained to Michael, its all part of these modern rules and regulations we have to keep to. We both know it's silly, but the powers-that-be insist we keep the injured party strapped into the stretcher whilst in transit, it's like wearing a seat belt."

"But surely he doesn't need to be trust down so tightly?"

"Sorry my dear, but they'd crucify me if, god forbid, we had a crash, and he wasn't adequately restrained."

I'd decided I was onto a loser, with this request, when suddenly; my love hole began to send out sensations. I froze to the spot, and my legs turned to jelly. I had to turn towards the side cupboard, and use both my hands to take my weight, to prevent myself from sinking to the floor. 

Roy dashed to my assistance, his arms sliding under mine from behind me, as he took my weight, and helped me back to one of the side bench seats. This feeling was still building, so intense inside me, that I lay back in a very un-lady-like slouch, unable to compose myself.

Michael called out from where he lay, "Shirley. What's wrong? My god what's happening to her?"

Roy was sat alongside me, his arms around my shoulder, making sure I didn't actually slip into a heap on the floor. 

But it was Terry who answered Michael, "Don't get worried reverend. It's just the inter-vaginal relaxant. It's set to go through a sequence of internal massages, to help disperse the bruising. Don't worry; we'll slip it out once we get to the hospital. It is the quickest and simplest method of relieving her bruising. We wouldn't use it if she was in public. I can understand why you wouldn't want to see your wife reacting like this in front of strangers, but as we are all medical men, and you're her husband, I thought it the best treatment for her condition."




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02



All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased. 

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Well I guess if you're reading this you have probably already read part one of my story, and know how I suddenly, at the age of twenty-three became aware of how wonderful sex can be. If you haven't read part one, then a lot of this story might not make any sense. Right, so where had I got to? The rescuers had now departed from my life, and for my part, I hoped and prayed, that I'd never see or hear from any of them again. 

I showered, and then dressed, and for the first time, I wore jeans to go to work, mainly to avoid anyone seeing the marks on my inner leg. Silly now I come to think of it, the marks were from about a couple of inches above my knee, right up to my crotch, all the way up my inner leg. So with the skirts I normally wore for work being fully flared, and always at least knee length, there wouldn't have been much chance of anyone seeing the marks anyway.

But regardless, dressed in jeans and blouse, I said bye to Michael who was just getting up, and set off to work. As normal when I arrived, I opened up the farm shop, and turned on the bell. On the door jamb of the farm shop was a bell press, and there was also a rubber tube laid across the entrance to the farm yard. Both of these were connected to bells that were located in most of the buildings around the farm yard. So I'd know if any vehicles arrived; or if people call to the shop on foot, they could ring for attention using the push-button.

As customers only ever started coming in dribs and drabs until lunch time, and then again around four in the afternoon, the rest of the time I had various other tasks to get on with. Egg collecting being normally my first, so once the bell was turned on, I picked-up my egg collecting basket and went on my rounds.

I searched around all the places I knew they normally laid their stray eggs, ending up at the chickens own properly made roost. Then with my basket full to overflowing, I carefully made my way back to the shop. We'd had no customers while I'd been away, which was about normal for a Monday, so I then began to sort the eggs into their sizes.

I think it was around ten o'clock, when with all the eggs sorted; I took a walk into the potato shed. This was definitely not my favourite job. The potatoes were loaded by tractor into the first floor of this building, so from down here, the roof above my head was loaded with tons of potatoes. In the corner of this shed was a sack filling machine. This was old and like most things about this farm, due for replacement.

It was supposed to take the potatoes from above, into this big wooden box, and then through a chute, into the potato sack. The whole of this big wooden box was connected to a mechanical shaking device, which was driven by an electric motor. The chute had a closing flap that was operated manually with a very big long lever.

The theory was simple. First place an empty sack onto the chute, and wrap the metal retainer to hold it in place. Second, the motor needs to be turned on, so the big box vibrates, this not only keeps the potatoes from jamming, but helps to make the flap open easier. Next pull the lever, letting the potatoes into the sack. Then as the sack is filled, push the big lever back, stopping the potatoes.

But in practice, once this machine is left overnight, or worse still over a weekend, moving that lever is nigh on impossible. So there is a wooden beer crate stood on end by the side of the machine which you have to climb onto. Then leaning as far across the top of the machine as possible, and using the lump of wood that is always laid on top of the machine. You try to reach around behind the upper chute, and thump the lever pivot boss (well that's what the farmer says it's called; I just know it's that lump of metal sticking out the other side of the machine).

So I approach this job knowing the first time I try to get that lever moving, I'm going to have a real struggle on my hands. I get a paper sack and attach it firmly to the chute, and then switch on the motor. The whole building starts to drone, and clouds of dust begin to float down from the timber boards that make the ceiling. I heave with all my weight against the lever, but as I expected, it doesn't budge an inch.

So now for the dreaded ritual, I carefully climb onto the wooden crate, holding onto the side of the vibrating machine for support. I've done this hundreds of times before, but never before have I noticed the vibration being so intense. But I try to put that out of my mind, and I now lift my left leg across, placing my foot on the lever. Then I take hold of the lump of wood from the top of the machine, and holding it stretched out in front of me. I lean forwards onto the top of the machine, to attempt to get the pivot pin within my reach.

As my tummy presses against the machine, the vibrations start the same feelings generated by that device the men had inserted inside my pussy two days previous. Never before has this machine ever generated anything but feelings of sheer frustration and despair at my not being able to move the bloody lever. But now, before I've had chance to even strike out towards the pivot pin, my whole body is beginning to tingle. 

I have to stand back, putting my leg back onto the box, but even the vibrations getting to me via my arms, which I'm using to balance with, are keeping this stimulation simmering. I decide it's just my imagination, I must just have sex on the brain, all that is needed is a firm application of will-power. Ok, here goes!

I swing my leg back across to the lever, and lift myself up to my tip toes, and then slide myself as far as I can onto the top of the machine. Will-power or no will-power, my body lights-up with a glow, which emanates from deep in my crotch. My pussy is pulsing, my nipples are tingling, the bloody machine is driving my body out of control! And now to make things worse, my mind starts joining in the stimulation.

I guess you're wondering what I mean by that. Well like I've said, this is not the first time I've been in this position. And I been perched up here bashing this lump of wood at the pivot pin for sometimes in excess of fifteen minutes. And on several of those occasions, either the farmer, one of his sons or one of his hired workers has suddenly appeared upon the box behind me. They have then lent across me, and tried to demonstrate where I should be hitting the machine.

Never in the past had I even given it a thought, that their leaning up against me, might be some kind of sexual turn-on for them (god! I must have been one green girl). And I'd never known or even considered that maybe these men might have been stood behind me for some time, looking up at my pathetic efforts. Whilst they viewed me with legs wide open, and them looking up from below.

But now, with the machine instructing my body to produce sexual hormones by the barrow load, my mind starts to wonder if maybe one of these men might be watching me. And maybe, he'll have his cock in his hand, and be wanking it. And god forbid, any second now, he might jump up behind me, and ... I turn my head, and standing there is Ian! How the fucking hell has he found me here?

He speaks, "Excuse me, I rang the bell."

Now I realise it isn't Ian at all, in fact its one of the men who lives in the local village, he's a regular customer. I don't know his surname, but I know him as Bob. "Oh sorry Bob, it's the noise of this bloody machine." I'd just sworn out aloud, in front of an almost stranger! What was happening to me? I clambered off the machine, and followed Bob back into the shop. "Sorry about that, but that flipping machine has been giving me a lot of trouble this morning." But as I'm walking along, I can feel the wetness in my knickers, and I'm hoping that it hasn't soaked through my jeans, meaning it would have been visible to Bob while I was on that machine back there.

"That's alright Shirley love, I won't tell. Even a vicar's wife has to be allowed to swear once in a while. I guess you're all on edge after your little adventure this weekend?" God! What the hell does he know about what those men did with me?

"Adventure?"

"Yes, its all over the middle page of the news paper, looks like your husband put in a direct call to his boss for assistance, and you got a full mountain rescue crew. You were very lucky they chose the same spot as you, those fells can be treacherous in bad weather."

"Oh yes, I see what you mean. But it was only a fractured ankle."

"That's the benefit of having professionals getting you down off the hills, if it had just been you or me assisting him, by the time we'd got him to the transport, his ankle could have been shattered."

"Yes, I suppose you're right. Anyway, what can I get you today?"

I served him with potatoes and half-a-dozen eggs, and he went happily on his way. And one good thing about talking with him, it had taken my mind completely off sex. So much so, my tummy felt quite calm, and all my pussy felt was wet and sticky. But not wanting a repetition of the machine induced orgasm, I decided I'd go in search of whoever was doing milking duties today, to ask for assistance.

So my first place to look was the milking parlour, but as I'd expected, by now all milking was long since finished, and the place was hosed down and silent. I called a few times, but nobody answered. Then I looked in the first building, this was the stables, a very large building made to accommodate at least thirty horses. But it now only had three mares, and one large stallion. Now again, I'd seen these horses hundreds of times before and never have they had any sexual effect on me. Although if I'm being really honest, the first time I ever saw a stallion with an aroused cock, I froze to the spot, and stared in disbelief. But that was many years ago now, and never have I fantasised about having sex with a horse, and in truth, I hadn't even realised it was possible or something some women did.

But back to the present; as I looked around the door, the hind quarters of one of the mares was directly in line with where I stood. She was some five or six feet away, her tail high in the air, and her big pink pussy was pulsing, just like the men had mine doing yesterday. This simple natural farm-yard sight suddenly re-kindled my throbbing pussy. But instead of turning around and walking out, I stupidly walked the few paces along towards the stallions stall, to see if he had picked-up on the signals she was sending. Picked-up on them! Although from his stall he had no way of seeing her, her scent must have delivered her message. That magnificent cock was stretched out so long, it only just missed sweeping the cobbled floor as it kept lunging forwards and upwards, swinging back and forth with a vapour trail of steam following it.

I dashed out of there, as if the horse was about to take a hold of me, and stood at the outside of the door, trembling. It took a few seconds to pull myself together, and then I continue to the next building. But by now, my tummy was simmering, and I knew it would take very little to get me aroused again. I went from building to building, calling out in each one, but I got no response from anyone. Then when I had searched just about every building, and was about to make my way back to the shop, my attention was taken by the farm dogs. I know I hadn't mentioned that we had dogs on this farm, but that is because, after you've worked here some time, you don't even notice them.

How many dogs there are on this farm I don't know, as most of the fitter ones, normally either chase the tractors as they go off to the fields, or get a ride with one or other of the drivers in the cabs. The ones left around the yard are usually the older less fit, or young inexperienced ones. Well this is what had caught my attention, one of last years pups, a small mongrel bitch now about eighteen months old, was being fucked by and old black Labrador. I guessed it was her first time in season, as her comparative human age would be around ten or twelve. And the Labrador was a good nine years old, which would make him fifty plus.

I must have seen the farm dogs mating several times before, and I'd normally just turn my head and ignore them. But this time, it fascinated me, to watch how what was really the equivalent of a little girl, could stand her ground, while this Labrador twice her size, the equivalent of a big man with an enormous cock, pounded away at her. How long I stood there in a trance, just watching and getting more worked-up, I'm not sure. But the old dog had her at least three times, each time his knot preventing him from uncoupling. But my attention was suddenly broken by the cacophony of bells ringing in the various buildings, and announcing the arrival of a car into the yard.

I turned and made my way smartly towards the shop door, watching the car pull-up alongside one of the buildings, and thinking to myself, don't recognise the car, must be just a stranger passing through the village. Then as the man got out of his car, it maybe took a second or two for it to click, but I had seen him before, and his return was far from welcome. It must have been four months ago, and last time, his car was a magnificent Bentley.

But even if the car was different, this was the same man who had come into the shop and asked for a tray of eggs, and a sack of potatoes. Now I know I can lift the sacks of potatoes, and usually do if the customer is a lady. But even if I do venture to lift a sack for most male customers, they invariably offer to carry it themselves.

Now I'm not saying he wasn't welcome back because he didn't offer to carry his own potatoes, although at the time I did think that very un-gentlemanly. But what he did was to carry his tray of eggs out to his car, leaving me to carry the heavy sack. He placed the eggs in his open boot (Trunk), at the very back of the floor space. Then as I approached carrying this heavy sack he said, "Oh, make sure you get them right up to the front, I don't want them rolling against my eggs."

His car was a big old Bentley, and the rear lip of the boot was very high. As I reached the back, I had to strain to get the sack over this rim, and then try to reach deep into his boot, leaning in with my feet almost leaving the ground. Not even thinking about him trying anything, I naturally had my legs parted to aid balance whilst lifting, and being a warm spring day, my skirt, though long, was made of thin material, and fully flared. All of a sudden I felt his hand ram under my crotch, and he gripped me tightly. I struggled, but in that position, he lifted, and my legs were left flailing in mid-air. I screamed out, but with my head buried deep inside his boot, and a deserted farmyard, it was pointless. As it was, another car arrived, and he had to let go of me.

When I got out of his boot I was so embarrassed, and blushing quite red. Stupidly, my first concern was to try to compose myself before the customer that had just arrived, noticed anything had happened. So with just a few words from me in the form of a scolding, the man got into his car and drove away. I had said if I ever saw him again I'd phone the police, but this all happened about a month before my marriage, so that was about four months ago now. And up until now, he hadn't returned.

I was stood in the doorway, watching him, as he strode towards me, brazen as you like. "Ah Ha. I knew it was you."

"What do you want? I told you never to come here again."

"What on earth do you mean? It's a shop isn't it?"

"It might be, but it's not open to you. You can get back in your car and go before I call the police."

"What ever for my dear?"

"Don't come the innocent with me; you know what you did last time you were here."

"Oh that. Surely you can't still be upset over that. I was only giving you a bit of a lift, to make sure you got the jolly old spuds past the eggs without breaking them."

"I don't care what you say you were doing, if you don't go now, I'm ringing the police."

"Well my dear, you be my guest. But I don't think they'll be very amused when they get out here, to find an innocent old gent like me who only wants to buy a few eggs."

With that he just sidestepped past me, and waltzed into the shop as cool as you like. I walked over to the phone, and picked up the receiver, but it was obvious, I wasn't going to ring 999. And even as I thumbed through the phone book, looking for the number for the local police station, I began to realise I wouldn't have any idea what to say to them. I put the phone back down. "Ok. Tell me what you want, and then I can get you out of here."

"Shirley. That's a nice name."

"Where on earth, who told you my name?"

"It was in the paper, Shirley Grey. The wife of Reverend Michael Grey. I never knew that soft little pussy I had a hold of last time was a vicar's wife's pussy."

"Look stop your foul talk now, and go!"

"But you haven't served me yet."

"Ok then, what do you want?"

He held his right arm towards me, his palm uppermost, in a cupping kind of shape. "What I'd really like is a nice tender juicy piece of meat that would just fit into the palm of this hand." And as he spoke, he was opening and closing his fingers in the same kind of gripping manner he'd taken hold of me last time he was here.

"You dirty old sod," And with that I strode up to him, and took hold of his wrist, and began to pull him towards the door, "Come-on, I want you out of here now. There's no way I'm serving you."

I thought using direct action would take him by surprise, and even with my slight build, I'd hoped to be able to get him to leave. But he just swung me around and overbalanced me onto the stack of potato sacks. As I went down on my back, he followed, falling face down on top of me. One of his hands gathered up both of my wrists, whilst his other went into my crotch. At this point, the jeans were my saviour, meaning his groping fingers were not able to make contact with my flesh.

So whilst he groped, and was now struggling to unleash the belt in my jeans, I screamed and kicked with all my might. It was obvious in seconds, that shouting wouldn't bring help, so I tried talking to him. 

"Look you bastard. I might not have phoned the police last time, but if your hand goes inside my jeans, I'm phoning them for sure."

This distracted his concentration off the job he had in hand only slightly, undoing my belt that was, but didn't stop him.

"Are you telling me it's not worth a little feel, to stop your husband seeing the video you made this weekend?"

I froze, my kicking stopped, and he just looked me in the face.

"Ah! So I've got your attention."

"What video?"

"A video made by some mountain rescue men."

"Look pack-up undoing my belt; tell me what you know about a video."

He stopped undoing my belt, and knelt up a bit to talk to me. "Ian Parker is an old mate of mine. He's been doing this mountain rescue scam for a good five years now."

"You've seen it?"

"No not yet. But he's fucked everyone he's helped down so far, and vicar's wife or not, I'm betting you rode his cock like an obedient little whore."

"Even if that was true, why should I let you touch me?"

"Do you want your hubby to know his wife is a slut?"

"Shows how much you know. My husband knows what they did to me."

That was a stupid thing to tell him. 

"So, they got the reverend in on the action, god that's even better. So you want the whole parish to wake-up tomorrow morning, to find photo's of you having a gang-bang. I'm sure the bishop will recommend your Michael for a promotion, sharing his wife with all cumers. Very Christian attitude. Anyway, do I need to struggle with this belt, or are you going to undo it for me?"




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02



In 'The Vicar's Wife', I told you how I got involved with Susanna, our Vicar's wife, and the wonderful sex we enjoyed together in the full flush of our lives. This story happened some months after - it was unbelievable! If you are deeply religious, perhaps you should skip this one. 

After the Sunday service, whilst waiting for our husbands, Susanna, the Vicar's wife, took me to one side outside the church. Susan and I had found an unexpected, but very delightful, joint sexual interest. Being recently invited for lunch at the Vicarage, whilst our husbands were attending a meeting with the Bishop, I found that food wasn't the only thing on offer. But Sue's vulva was!

Susanna was in her late thirties, tall and elegant, with chestnut-coloured hair in a sensible cut. Her face was attractive, though not conventionally beautiful, with a slightly pinched nose that was a bit too long and a mouth rather too wide, though full-lipped. Her brown eyes were set slightly further apart than is usual. She was a serious, sober lady, not given to flippancy or laughter. As the vicar's wife, she looked every inch the part. But looks can be misleading.

From meeting her at the very start, I found I was attracted to her. I had not felt the least bit interested in women before! Except for the odd grope with my old friend, Charlotte, during a friendly kiss after a few drinks. And the usual schoolgirl explorations of course. Ah well! But Susanna, when I got to know her, was very different. A sex bomb with a most marvellous vulva!

I keep it neatly trimmed for her with a ladies electric razor. And, of course, many kisses planted on her labia, and tongue in her vestibule and clit, whilst I'm attending to her appearance. A succession of orgasms, of varying intensities, is the invariable result. Then Sue will return the pleasure with my own vulva, Not anything like as hirsute as hers - but a few stray hairs are usually there for her to attend to.

'Sarah. You won't believe this, darling, but I do believe that the Bishop's wife is interested in a bit of playtime. And with me!'

I laughed. The idea of the Bishop's wife being bisexual was absurd.

'I meant to phone you, but didn't get the chance - might have been overheard,' she added

'What happened to make you think she's one of us, Sue?'

'Well, she is almost twenty years the Bishop's junior. As far as I know she joined his congregation the year before he was made Deacon. Well, that was twenty years ago now. And being the wife of the Bishop can't be all that sexually satisfying.'

'Perhaps God's blessing is enough for her physical needs.'

'Sarah! Don't be blasphemous.'  

'Well, I hardly know her. But a less likely sexy person I can't imagine.'

Indeed, I had only met Hannah on one occasion, at some festival or other at the Cathedral. My husband had been invited to play the organ for part of the celebrations. Hannah's husband became elected to the bishopric twelve years ago. Hannah would now be around forty-five I would imagine.

About my age. Ah, in that case, she might well be feeling rather over-sexed, I thought. A resurgence of sex often accompanies the forties. That why life begins there, I guess! Anyway, the thought of Hannah having sexual demands gurgling inside her loins, and an interest in other women, intrigued me. Well, Susanna is rather a stunner. Anyway, I asked her how she had reached that conclusion about the Bishop's wife.

'Well, our eyes met over the coffee break - across the room and all that - and I just knew. You remember how our own eyes locked together during that lunch. Well... she had that haunted, come hither look. When I got chance, I spoke to her. I said how thrilled I was that she was there, and I hoped she didn't mind my saying so, but I wanted to make to love to her.'

'Nothing like a direct approach, darling. I beg your pardon madam, but do you fuck, by any chance?' I laughed. 'But that's how you and I came to be lovers, isn't it?'

'Yes... Well, we both knew what we wanted, but she looked startled, I must say - blushed, and muttered an excuse to walk away to chat to someone else. That's blown it, I thought. But that wasn't the end if it.'

'Go on, surprise me.'

'She phoned me the next morning to apologize. She said it was the suddenness of the remark that had caught her off guard. Would I forgive her, and could she come over for a coffee sometime. Well, the upshot was that she did call in for coffee a few days later, and I explained to her that I had a lovely friend with whom I was very intimate, and met with now again, to examine the other's underwear and what was beneath it.'

'If we weren't standing here, Sue, I'd give you a passionate kiss and feel your sloppy pussy right now. You're turning me on.'

'And you'd find it dripping wet, darling,' she responded quietly with a smile, whilst turning to nod farewell to a couple leaving the church. 'I think we should go home to make love on your bed. I need to feel your lovely, private lips, with your hot breath on mine.'

'Fat chance,' was my response. The day was spoken for. I smiled, and waved across to some friends who were leaving.

'Look! The Bishop is coming here next Sunday. Special service for some civil anniversary or other. Make sure you're here. We'll find an excuse to skip the service. Play it by ear. Wear some evocative underwear. We'll give Hannah a lingerie fashion show.'

She gave me a light kiss on the cheek, whispering 'I want to fuck you darling. Bye.'

With that, the vicar's wife strolled away to greet other parishioners with her warm, ingenuous smile. Little would they guess that her knickers were at this very moment, hot and slippery with lustful desire - or at least, the panty liner. So was mine! I gazed after her finding it hard to believe that we were so intimate with each other. Looking at her, nothing could be further from the possibility that Sue had salacious thoughts behind that smile. It was great though. Made a change from Simon, bless him. I wonder what he would say if he knew! Blimey!

My thoughts wandered to Hannah several times during the week. I checked out a few photographs in the local archives and discovered that she was indeed, twenty years her husband's junior. The news had caused something of a stir at the time, but he was only a lowly parish priest at the time. She was by no means a pretty woman, but had a fresh innocent-looking face, with sparkling eyes, a peaches and cream complexion, and her appearance gave the impression of her being several years younger! Ye-e-e-s! She could be interesting.

Her figure was likewise, that of a younger person. Now, of course, some twenty years later, though still slender, her hips looked to have filled out and her breasts as well. I speculated, as is my wont, what her pubic region was like. Her hair was a nondescript mousey color, though nicely arranged. Well, I thought, I might just get the chance to find out.

It might be as well if I mentioned right at the start, that after our meeting together, Hannah wrote to Sue about her marriage with Jonathan, and Susanna gave me a copy of it. I couldn't do any better than reproduce her letter here, so that you will have some idea of her background, right from the beginning, which is more than Sue and I had at the time of the event which was to follow.

This is the relevant part of what she wrote, skipping the usual introductory pleasantries. It was a long letter! But stick with it!

I was brought up by severe, strict religious parents, being warned by my mother to beware of anything to do with boys. They only want one thing, she insisted, and they'll do anything - promise anything - to get it. At first, it wasn't clear to me just what the 'one thing' they wanted was, but I did learn as I grew up. You learn a lot form other girls at school. Much of it quite misconstrued of course, because they, too, had little or no experience of sex.

Naturally, being a dutiful daughter, I accompanied them to church regularly, and had nothing to do with boys at all. Never even got kissed! So when I married Jonathan, I was still a virgin in every sense of the word, at 25. Jonathan was our vicar, and there were stories circulating about him having affairs with some of the married women in the parish - but (as he later explained) there always are such rumors around every parish. If its not married ladies, it's the choirboys. I should ignore such rumors. As I grew older, I took an interest in Sunday School and ran classes. I then got involved in the ladies circle, helping to organise festivals and things.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, one day he approached my parents to ask f they would have any objection if he proposed marriage to me. He told them that if he wanted to progress in the Church, he really needed a wife beside him, to prove his respectability to everyone, and to smother all these silly rumours about him. And one rather younger than himself would be a distinct advantage.

There was certainly no prospect of me finding any other suitable suitor - most of the men of my age had already married - and I had the reputation of being a confirmed spinster. There was never any suggestive gossip circulated about me. I was as pure and chaste as the Virgin herself. As far as I was concerned, my parents wouldn't live forever, and I would eventually need some security for my later years. So, after much souls searching, it was agreed.

I was rather keen on horse riding, and naturally, there were times when I saw a horse's penis, and some friends had dogs that exposed their penises now and agin, but apart from that I was totally ignorant of sexual matters. Coincidentally, the horse riding stretched my hymen, though I didn't know about such things at the time. I was staying with my aunt when I had my first show of a period - of course, I was scared to death, but she explained about these things to me and gave me my first tampon.

So, after Lionel and I became engaged (much to the disapproval of some of the mature ladies of the Parish I may add), knowing how unlikely it was that my mother would have told me the facts of life, Jonathan decide to instruct me himself. This had the approval of my father, who could never have brought himself to tell me about such things. In fact, I was surprised that they had actually fornicated to have me. But there you are!

We met in the privacy of the vicarage. Jonathan had a cleaner and helper who came in each morning, preparing his lunch amongst other duties around the vicarage. Otherwise, he was on his own. He was plausible and very persuasive. Kind and sympathetic. I visited him for private tuition twice each week, listening to his arguments for the adoration of the body, and through the body, to reach out for Christ. There was never any attempt by him to molest me in any of these lessons, though it eventually became necessary, during the tuition, for him to expose his genitals to me.

Although, as I said, the penis was no stranger to my eyes, this was my first sight of a fully developed penis at such close quarters. My eyes widened at the sight of it. It really was a handsome penis. Hard and stiff, ready for my inspection. Jonathan explained that it was his penance to have an almost permanently erect phallus, in God's name. Only after the holy act of fornication was he allowed a brief respite from the stiffness, he said. It was an embarrassment to him at times, but it was His will that it should be so. To be always ready to perform God's will. The pubic curls were like interlaced strands of gold. Glittering in the sunlight, they were like a halo glowing round the base of his penis. A truly holy weapon. I fell in love the penis - the idol of God. Mankind's supreme power.

There was no threat in any of these lessons. During one of them, having careful examined the solid, pale shaft, crazed with light blue veins, I asked how it was possible for such a thick shaft to penetrate the small orifice of a woman?

'Show me yours,' he said softly, 'and I'll explain.'

Of course, the time had to come when I had to show him my own most private parts. But I now trusted Jonathan, so had no worries about it. I gladly removed my knickers and skirt to expose my own brown curls and wrinkled, pink folds to his examination. He reached forward, opened my thighs wide, bending my knees to get a clear view. Lionel kneeled between my thighs, to examine my anatomy with great delicacy and seriousness. Gently parting the labia, he peered into the now wet orifice.

'There! Everything is normal.' he explained. 'Never be concerned about the secretions from your vulva,' he told me. 'That is one of God's masterstrokes. For it is that which allows the reception of the man's phallus. It is necessary to lubricate the passage, for ease of comfort and enjoyment. To allow the male shaft to enter into your body. Don't worry, your folds of flesh will stretch and open out like petals to allow penetration without any pain. These secretions are merely a sign that your body is ready for penetration. Ready to enter into the joy of holy union. And the small bud at the top of the crevice, will give you untold joy.'

Shortly after that, I was told that I was ready to see the holy spirit leave Jonathan, which would be his part in the culmination of the act of worship. He sat open legged before opening the folds of his robe. I was asked to study his ready penis in detail. Encouraged to accept it by planting a kiss on the tip of the holy staff. I learned about the testicles and their part in the sexual cycle.

'Thy staff and rod, they comfort me,' Jonathan explained, 'is an indication by implication that the Bible clearly expects mankind to seek and enjoy comfort from man's erect penis.'

He slowly worked his shaft up and down in his palm, showing me the working of the foreskin, explaining the significance of the movement. Encouraged by him, I took hold of it myself, copying his movement. His calmness began to desert him as his loins started to twitch and jerk. The spasms became more pronounced, his breathing laboured.

'Now,' he gasped, 'you are about to witness the coming of the Holy Spirit.' His groin muscles tightened, the buttocks flexed. 'Watch... the result of that... stimulation of the penis. Argh!' I stared in awe as the jets of starchy liquid suddenly spurted from the end of it. Each jerk of his loins gushed forth globs of it, spraying over my wrist and arm, until the muscular spasms subsided.

This became a regular happening, until shortly before the wedding, Lionel asked me to strip off and put on a white surplus. I did this. He too was wearing a surplus over his cassock. He led me into the private chapel, up to the altar. There we knelt and prayed together.

'Bless the flesh of this lady, your newest recruit to the Kingdom of Heaven. Give her joy in her heart. Fill her with thy mercy and Holy Spirit.'

Standing once more, the priest gently lifted me to face the cross on the altar.

'Lean against the holy altar for support. Relax. Open your body ready to receive the love of God in your personal secret shrine, endowed in his wisdom.'

Propping myself against the edge of the altar, legs spread wide, face lifted to heaven, I found myself crying out. 'Take me into thy bosom, O Lord Jesus.' As I cried out, Lionel lifted the hem of my surplus, draping it over my waist, before sprinkling holy water over my loins.

'May the grace of our Lord enter into His servant's loins. Fill it with Thy spirit that it may anoint the young virgin with Thy baptismal waters.'

'Amen,' I muttered in response.

As he spoke, he raised the hem of his garments, saying, 'With this holy instrument, I thee wed in the name of Christ the Lord. Take it and revere it for ever, for it is thine to have and to hold from this day forth.'

I felt his cock penetrate my vagina - being penetrated for very the first time, whilst he began to recite the Lord's Prayer. As the prayer came to an end, Lionel cried out. 'With the contents of this hold rod I thee endow. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

I felt the muscles in his buttocks tense. They paused before giving an abrupt jerk. There followed several more spasmodic thrusts of his buttocks announcing the release of the holy spirit into my willing shrine, running with its internal holy tincture.

'Alleluia!' we cried out together.

When it was all over, Lionel stepped back. I felt his penis slip out of me. I was no longer a virgin. 

We married soon after, and Lionel wanted to seduce me at the altar every time for a while. But we soon settled down to a less uncomfortable position, lying in bed, with Jonathan on top of me, my thigh wrapped round his thighs.

Then he was made Deacon, then Bishop, and our sex life has dwindled to almost nothing these days. But my loins were still requiring some satisfaction. Masturbation was something alien to me - I had never come across it, not even in school! So our meeting last week end was a revelation to me. The first real orgasm I've ever had. And I mean, real. Then, Jonathan made love to me again that night - well had sex with me - for the first time in ages. Not only that, but he took me again the following morning, would you believe? But I never achieved anything like the orgasm I did with you and Sarah. I wait with unbridled frustration for the next time.

* * * * * * * * *

So, to skip the lead up the visit of the Bishop and his wife, the three of us made our excuses for the morning service, agreeing to join them for the main event in the afternoon. Susanna brought in the coffee and biscuits, and the three of us sat around chatting. Hannah was wearing an attractive burgundy-coloured jacket, with a three-quarter length full skirt and a lace blouse. She was, as usual, without makeup, looking fresh and cheerful.

It was Sue who started the ball rolling.

'Well, time to exchange views of our underwear. We keep these out our husband's way,' she explained, 'keeping them strictly between ourselves. I shall begin.'

Sue took to the centre of the carpet - I took up the commentary. We had already discussed the previous day what we should wear for this special occasion.

Sue deftly untied the belt of her wrap-around dress, and slipped it from off her shoulders, to drape behind her from the elbow. 'Here, Hannah, you see that we have Susanna wearing a skin-tone basque by Candice, delicately cut in claret silk, with the finest Belgian lace trimmings, with matching sheer silk stockings and the briefest of thongs'

The basque she was wearing was of a sexy transparent mesh, with a disguised centre zip fastener, delicate frilled edging and trim. The matching thong had side bows and suspenders held up the silk stockings. It was all very revealing and stylish. It suited Sue's figure, giving gentle support to her heavy breasts whilst accentuating her large areolas and brown nipples. She sashayed in front of Hannah, showing first one profile, then the other before swiftly unzipping the bodice and opening it out. Her large breasts sprang out, swaying before Hannah's eyes. Sue caressed them seductively before untying the bow of her thong.

'A wonderful pair of boobs, with plenty of flesh to fondle,' I explained. 'Large, suckable nipples and a lovely, warm pussy to grope.'

With a graceful swing of her arms combined with a pirouette, during which Sue disrobed, she ended in a second arabesque position, breasts dangling from the rib-cage, arms held out in triumph, naked in front of me and Hannah. The arabesque gave us a glimpse of her plump genitals, the puffed labia thrusting from the hair-covered slit and her swollen clit.

I could see that Hannah was astonished by this act. Not by the act itself, but because I realised that Hannah was looking at Sue with new interest. It was as though she was seeing her as through a man's eyes. She was voluptuous and desirable. Big breasts, large areolas and superb thighs. And a succulent set of labia. As Sue completed her arabesque her eyes met Hannah's and I suspect both knew in that instance that they wanted to make love, to explore the other's body. The look between them lingered, making quite sure that I had read the message correctly.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02



I was the next to take the floor. My likewise wrap-around summer dress, bought only yesterday specially for this event, was gold in color. I danced a few steps to the right, then to the left before throwing it open the to show off my underwear.

Susanna took up the commentary.

'And Sarah is wearing a sheer silk bodice in ecru, edged with exquisite gold lace, having a built-in, uplift padded bra to bring out her boobs, which as you can see Hannah, are full and firm. Matching French knickers with complementary gold lacing, complete the set. These are nice loose fitting panties, with a discreet super-absorbent pad, to allow easy access to prying fingers at parties and to absorb any unavoidable telltale discharge.'

During the description, I slid the kimono from my shoulder allowing it to shutter to the floor behind me, leaning forward to afford Hannah a view of my nipples before placing one foot on the chair beside her. This move allowed Hannah to focus on the leg of the open knickers, where she could clearly see my vulva encased in its frame of soft blonde hair, with the lips of the inner labia separating the outer bulges.

During the exhibition, I looked down at Hannah's face, her eyes wide open with surprise and with lust. My thumbs were now inside the elastic of the knickers, slowly pushing them down.

'Sarah too is beautiful in a different way. Firm, elegant boobs topped with well-defined areolas and small nipples, a plumpish waist with a lightly covered groin in nicely trimmed blonde hair.'

As the knickers reached my pubic region, I swiftly turned my back to Hannah, lowering them to expose the rounded, taut cheeks of my firm bottom. I wiggled them to dislodge the knickers altogether whilst unclasping the fastening of the bodice. Stepping out of the knickers, I removed the bodice with an elegant gesture, turning to face Hannah and Sue, arms thrown out. My boobs showed their swollen areolas and perky, hardened nipples. My waist, now beginning to thicken with time, alas, accentuated the pubic mound with its hair carefully trimmed over it and into the creases, down the sides of my vulva. My thighs were set apart so that the genitals were open to view.

Hannah was engrossed in studying our two naked figures. Both different in shape and size, but both adorably attractive.

'And now for you darling. You are to be our guest of the day. Our beautiful goddess of love.'

As she spoke, she took Hannah by the elbow and stood her to face me. I unbuttoned Hannah's jacket, blouse and skirt. Smiling all the time, together, we slowly stripped her of her clothes, leaving her standing in white cotton bra and pants.

'Well, Sue,' I remarked, 'you'd expect the wife of a Bishop to be wearing saintly underwear. St Michael, no less, but we'll soon persuade Hannah to get into more exotic gear.'

As I slid her knickers over her hips, I was to achieve my earlier ambition of seeing the Bishop's wife's most private creases. The gusset of her pants was already soaking with her inner juices. And the origin of those stains was a thinnish vulva, with a sparse covering of light brown curls already darkened with the moisture seeping from the heavily wrinkled lips. The centre of attention was the swollen clitoris, thrusting proudly from beneath its heavy hood, like a pale cream-coloured bean, topped with a thick tuft of hair.

We stood gazing at it with rapt attention. I licked my finger before touching it lightly, exploring the various parts of it. As I touched it, Hannah shuddered, her loins jerking.

'What a piece of work is a man, as Hamlet said. How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form how admirable, in action how like a god - the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!'

'Was he referring to man's genitals?' Sue laughed.

'Perhaps! But you must admit that the vulva is also a remarkable instrument. What a piece of work is woman, he might have said. And there you are. Hannah's is a perfect example - in form, how admirable. That's what life is all about. This pocket between our thighs is what we women crave to have filled. That is what nature, in her goodness, has provided for men to penetrate and enter, and for we women to play with. To finger and feel at it when we want private solace.'

During all of this, Hannah had her eyes close, saying nothing, though her body was trembling. I could feel her belly muscles rippling as her vagina leaked over my fingers. She just allowed us to handle her body, gently and lovingly. I continued exploring her inner thighs, running my finger between the wet labia, before pressing it into the vaginal passage.

'This is the private pocket, the secret we women carry between our thighs. Made to open and lubricate. To provide the help for a deep penetration. It is the goddess that nature fashioned to allow the gods to enter its shrine -- that secret passage leading to the altar of untold delight. The ultimate bliss! And of course, Hannah, we women are programmed to prepare our bodies for its invasion.'

Sue has a very seductive voice when she talks about sex and love. She and I were standing close to Hannah, fondling and stroking her. As Sue unclasped the fastening of Hannah's bra, she lowered the cups in the palms of both hands, so that the contents were slowly allowed to come into view. Small, perky breasts, but with very swollen areola, topped with rather flat nipples.

Hannah now placed a hesitating hand between Sue's thighs, running her middle finger nervously between the hanging labia, lingering to take full pleasure in feeling the soft lips, to emerge with a dribble of liquid on the finger pad. She lifted it to her face, held it to her own lips, opened her mouth and sucked it clean.

'Woman's nectar! There! Sue's portals are well oiled - prepared for worship.'

My's own juices were the next to be sampled by Hannah, my vaginal syrup gathered on her two middle fingers. It was with rather more confidence that she withdrew them, seeing that it was covered a plentiful supply of my juices for Hannah to suck away.

'There, Hannah. That's my offering! We are all properly lubricated, prepared for copulation.'

'Hmm! All very sweet and all rather different,' was her verdict.

Susanna went down on her haunches in front of Hannah, to plant kisses on the lips of the heavily frilled labia, licking away the juices, whilst I stood behind her, fondling the rounded cheeks of her bottom, allowing my fingers to stray between them and in to the slippery gash, exploring the petals of flesh surrounding the opening of her secret entrance, now dripping with her passion juices.

We eased Hannah towards the settee, helping her to sink into the corner of it. Taking hold of an ankle each, hinging them wide open, we raised them high. Her wonderful vulva opened out like a rose, the outer lips stretching apart to reveal the inner valley, showing the crumpled flesh of the labia, which parted to reveal the dark secret recess of her most private centre. It was smothered in a starchy liquid, with a pool of it held in the depression formed by the stretched skin of her fourchette below the vaginal opening. Sue's fingers gripped the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully exploring every crevice and crease with delicate fingers. The dark opening of the vagina itself was protected by four smaller, pink lips, pouting and oozing. The source of the same starchy liquid.

A long, thick cucumber had already been planted under a cushion by Susanna, and she now produced it. Hannah had her eyes closed in an expression of happiness, wallowing in the attention being given to her body.

We watched closely as Hannah's vagina dilated, the petals opening to allow the entrance of the cucumber. Her whole body shook with trickling sensations. I could see he flexing her muscles as her groin lurched and twitched within. And could sense the feeling of excitement growing stronger in her. Hannah's muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. The solid shaft was poised at the entrance to the shrine she cherished. Her precious gateway! With great deliberation and tenderness, Sue pushed the thick shaft on its awesome journey into her mystery. The folds open to receive it, swallowing the exciting invader.

The vagina throbbed -- it opened and closed in a slow rhythm, drawing in the shaft to explore the inner secrets of her body, until the whole length was fully submerged in the centre of the vulva, whilst Hannah murmured and sighed with deep pleasure. Her nipples and breasts were being fondled by me, stimulating her even further, heightening her anticipation of an explosive orgasm. She responded by caresses our breasts. Sue's large ones and my smaller ones.

Susanna leaned over to give Hannah a tender kiss on the lips, pressing her tongue into the mouth, exploring the inside of her lips with her tongue.

'How's that feel?' she whispered. 'Is that good?'

'Delicious, darling. Absolutely divine!' was the muffled reply.

As she pushed the dildo in and out of Hannah's vagina, Sue lowered her head to the groin, using her tongue to stimulate the large clitoris. The effect was immediate. Hannah cried out, her loins lurching. Whilst I suckled on one of her nipples, Hannah was reaching for an orgasm. Her white juices were coating the surface of the cucumber as it slid in and out.

'Oh, no! Don't stop. Please! I want to come.' Hannah's voice was hoarse and had a note of urgency in it. 'Bring me, Susanna - please bring me.'

I knew that the throbbing would be glowing in her clitoris, filling her whole body with an excited anticipation. Her whole existence was concentrated on this one part of her being - nothing else mattered. The tongue was arousing her to even greater heights of awareness of her sexuality. I guessed it had been such a long time for her. The throbbing ebbed and flowed, getting more powerful with each throb. She wanted to feel the explosion of sheer ecstacy shatter her body. It would take a little longer. Her muscles were clenched, her loins trembling. Muscular contractions sent waves of delight through her loins. The climax was building, like waves washing through her, getting bigger and bigger. Her face screwed up as though in pain. I could tell that the big one was coming, from deep down, at the very root of her clitoris. Her whole body was twitching. Her loins were jerking involuntarily.

'For God's sake let me come,' she moaned. 'I want to come.'

Pausing in her stimulation of her clitoris, Sue deliberately held back from allowing Hannah the final climax. She would make her wait until her whole body would explode with agonising ecstacy!

With her body writhing in agony, Hannah's face was screwed tight. She was crying with frustration, trying desperately to satisfy her craving. Sue gestured to me. I lowered my head between her thighs, blowing lightly on the clitoris before fastening my lips on it, whilst pushing my middle finger into her sphincter. The effect was awesome. Hannah screamed with each spasm as they ripped through her loins, thrashing her body for several seconds before they gradually subsided. During her spasms, she ejaculated!! Not a stream, more like a man's - thick splashes. All over my face!

Susanna moved round to kneel by my side. After sharing Hannah's discharge on my face, she kissed my nipples passionately as I reached between her thighs to cup the plump, wet vulva in my palm. I gently pushed her on to the carpet on her left side. Lifting her right leg upwards to expose the delicious vulva, I fell between her thighs to fasten my mouth on that sensitive collection of fleshy lips, thrusting my stiffened tongue deep into the vagina. She squirmed and sighed. After Hannah, Sue's clitoris was a small pearl.

But Hannah wasn't finished. After recovering from the huge orgasm, she knelt behind me, pushing her face between the cheeks of my bottom. Her tongue tentatively explored my labia, flicking my little button of excitement, sending shivers of obscene feelings through my loins. I was already half way to climaxing from the lewd action with Hannah's body, and feeling Sue's fleshy labia in my mouth. Sue was likewise shaking with desire.

By adjusting her position without too much difficulty, Sue found Hanna's inner thighs with her mouth, and the three of us continued with eager, hungry cunnilingus. We were all leaking copiously by this time, having our juices lapped up by one of our friends. All three of us were getting rather vocal, moans and squeals filled the room, cries of anguish, joy and sheer lust.

'Of fuck!' Sue cried out as her orgasm struck her. She rolled away from me, clutching at her vulva, squeezing and fingering it to draw out of her loins every wave of agony.

For my part, I was riding on an emotional high. I was able to ride the crest of my orgasm for quite some time. I clung on until I watched Sue go over the top, triggering the orgasm with a fast massage of her clitoris. The sight overwhelmed me. With a cry of anguish I called out 'Ye-e-e-e-s!' and rolled away from Hannah, gripping my vulva hard. 

Meantime, Hannah had taken over stimulating her own clit after Sue had moved away, she was too close to her second climax to hold back, whimpering to seething, her legs and loins twitching and jerking. She was weeping with the intensity of lust gripping her loins.

Suddenly, Sue sat up with an expression of horror on her face, staring over my shoulder. Following her gaze I too froze with shock. Standing there were our husbands, looking utterly bewildered, mouths hanging open in disbelief. How long they had been watching, I never found out. But I could see from where I was lying that the Bishop's trousers were bulging in the place where his cock should have been quietly nestling. Simon's trousers were similarly distorted, as were those of Lionel. The men were speechless - a blank look on their faces.

They were all obviously turned on by what they had seen - their wives having sex with each other. The only thing to do was to involve them, I thought. So I slithered over to the Bishop's feet, smiling up at his stupefied face as I unzipped his fly to pull out his half erect penis, the end already smothered in his early juices. It was filling to its seven inch capacity - and it was thickening as well!

After a brief examination of the swelling shaft, I opened my mouth to take it in, the final stages of stiffening taking place in my cheeks. What a fantastic feeling, to have a new cock in your mouth, growing harder and thicker. A different smell - a different taste. I was revelling in the carnal knowledge I was having. Such satisfying promiscuity.

Following my example, Sue had slithered over to Simon's feet, opened his trousers to expose his stiff cock, which she immediately stuffed in her mouth, while Hannah had very bravely, done the same with Lionel. All three men were having their cocks aroused by the warm mouths of the ladies. The Bishop was clearly impressed with my deep throat by the oohs and aahs escaping from him. 

It was me again who took the initiative, taking hold of the Bishop's stiff cock, I laid myself back into the corner of the settee, hinging my legs open as far as I could to shown him the sight of my tousled vulva, with its dilated vagina, begging to be filled. His eyes opened wide, the lust in them only too obvious, so without further preliminaries, he leaned across, steadying himself with his arms on the back of the settee, and slid his rigid cock straight up to the hilt. Gosh! It was a wonderful feeling to be filled with strange cock! Just being filled with cock is sublime, but to filled with the Bishops is divine! I was on a high!

Sue was bent over the arm of the settee, her bottom facing my lecherous husband, with his eyes full of wild desire. He wasted no time in penetrating her luscious vagina, pounding away, as Sue smiled at me knowingly, fingering my nipples. I could see that she was teasing me, murmuring her joy of being fucked by her friend's husband. Simon was mesmerised, watching the Bishop's cock plough me hard, matching his rhythms as he fucked Sue. It was unbelievable, and very very sexy!

Hannah was lying on her back on the carpet, legs wide-open, her calves pulled up to her shoulders, her vagina being shagged by Lionel, leaning on his arms either side of her. She was groaning with passion, whilst the only other sounds were those of the Bishop's balls slapping against my bottom, accompanied by Simon's against Sue's pubic mound.

It didn't take long before I felt the Bishop, with a stifled grunt, give a jerk and a lunge as he emptied himself inside me in several spasms. Simon was also jerking uncontrollably as he ejaculated with several explosive grunts, deep into Sue. Then, a loud growl from Lionel told us that he was coming as well, his loins flexing and heaving as his sperm was spurted into Hannah, whose face was infused with happiness.

That was it! Now for the aftermath.

I wondered how we should handle it. There was a stillness as the men remained with their cocks embedded deep inside us, recovering their breath.

The Bishop cleared his throat lightly. 'Well, friends. I think a few words would be appropriate here. After all, we have just engaged in an unpremeditated act of friendship.'

The men slowly removed their now softening cocks from our wet vaginas.

'There are times when we of the cloth become too engrossed in attending to the needs of others, to realise that there are needs of our own - and of our dear ones, which go unattended. We must remember that The Lord gave us our bodies and their instruments of coition to delight us, and which He expects us to use and enjoy. We have today, cemented the bond of friendship between us all, and the bond of love and respect between husband and wife. I trust that in sharing these private pleasures between us, that it in no way interferes with our future relationships and friendships. I am sure it was the Lord's wish that it should be so.'

I could not refrain from muttering 'Amen', taken up by Sue and Hannah.

It was Susanna who took the initiative. 'Well, come along ladies, lets clear up. I'm sure the men have their own things to do. We'll go upstairs. Then lunch.'

I couldn't help thinking how ridiculous the three men looked in their jackets and shirt tails, trousers in crumpled heaps on the floor, standing there with their cocks hanging out. Looking rather sheepish after their arrogance of a few moments ago. How quickly their urge dissipates! The Bishop had rather a handsome cock, rather longer than the other two. Perhaps that's why he's a Bishop, I thought. Lionel's cock was quite a swarthy specimen, with a generous foreskin. I stepped quickly to Simon, smiling at him to give him a reassuring kiss on the lips. I then bent down swiftly to plant a kiss on the shaft of his soft pale penis, to forgive its transgression in a strange pussy.

My friends had likewise given their husbands an encouraging kiss on the lips before hurrying upstairs, sperm trickling down our inner thighs.

Upstairs in the bedroom, we breathed a sigh of relief, throwing our clothes on the bed.

'I thought the earth would open up and swallow me.'

'And I wish it had,' Hannah sighed. 'How very embarrassing.'

'Oh, come on,' I butted in. 'They enjoyed their unexpected experience. Besides, they had been drinking. Communion wine I suppose. Think no more about it. I'll bet they are as embarrassed than we are - probably more so.'

'After all, as the Bishop said, we are flesh and blood, with normal urges. But wasn't it marvellous?'

'Fucking great,' I laughed!

'You have the first shower Hannah.'

'I do wish you'd call him Jonathan,' Hannah implored disappearing into the bathroom. 'This calling him Bishop all the time seems a bit official amongst friends. Particularly after... well...'

After she had gone, Sue and I fell into each other's arms.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02



'Hey, Sarah, I want a taste of the holy effusion. Get down.'

And she pushed me onto the bed, prising my legs apart. The Bishop - sorry - Jonathan's sperm had already trickled down my inner thighs. Susanna got her head between my legs. I raised them to point to the ceiling, hinging them apart, exposing my still tumescent vulva. Flexing my vaginal muscles, I was able to expel the sperm remaining in it.

As she licked my pussy with relish, I realised that Susanna was carrying my husband's sperm in hers. The thought got me suddenly randy and I started to lubricate again, my juices mixing with those of the Bishop. Sue's attention to my vulva had my muscles flexing in no time, loins trembling, reaching urgently for another climax - which came very quickly, much to Sue's surprise.

'Hey, that was quick!'

'It was the thought of Simon's sperm in your vagina that set me off, I'm afraid! Better now, though.'

At that moment Hannah reappeared, looking rather flushed and refreshed. Susanna and I got into the shower together, but there wasn't really the time to indulge ourselves in sex play, though we did soap each other in intimate paces. We all made ourselves presentable and returned to the lounge, behaving with our husbands as though nothing unusual had occurred between us. The episode was never referred to at all - expunged from our minds. Well, perhaps not entirely, but not to be spoken of.

However, after evensong, Simon and I had supper, watching bit of tele before retiring to bed. When we were nicely snuggled under the duvet, he took my hand in his beneath it, to place it over his cock. Stiff and hard! Now, that was the first time for months, if not years, that Simon had invited me to play with his cock. Sex was usually a swift penetration in the morning whilst still half asleep in bed, making use of his morning glory. I'm fortunate in that my vagina is always moist, if not exactly wet. The first touch of an erect penis is sufficient to get the juices running straight away. So penetration is easy.

But here we were, without a word being spoken, with me lightly toying with his cock. Then, lo and behold, Simon slipped a hand under the hem of my nightie, running the fingers through my pubic curls, before sneaking it into the gash, between the lips, to finger the entrance to my vagina. As it touched the clitoris, my loins gave an involuntary jerk as my thighs parted.

I murmured my approval, enjoying the warm tingle in my clitoris. Touching the end of his shaft, the pad of my middle finger dipped into the juicy pearl which had already formed in the well of his foreskin. Hmmm. That's encouraging, I thought. I reassured him by slowly drawing his foreskin back and forth over the shaft, spreading his juices over it. Simon has a long foreskin which, when pulled back, stretches over the whole shaft like a second skin. It never fails to excite him. And, boy, he was really leaking.

So was I! Ducking my head under the duvet, I took his stiff shaft between my lips, sliding it deep into my mouth. It was years since I had done that. Simon was not really into oral sex - thought it unclean. But I figured he really didn't care this time. His cock was truly throbbing with raw desire. I slid it in and out several times to get him really aroused!

It was decision time. I rolled over onto him, knees either side of his thighs, without letting go of his cock. Leaning up on my right elbow, I eased the head of his cock into my eager vagina, sliding down on it until it was fully immersed, filling me with rock-hard cock. The sensation of my vaginal walls being stretched open was incredible. It always is - every single time.

'Wow, Simon,' I whispered sexily, 'that's a good erection you've got there. Bet you're thinking of Susanna.'

'No,' he grunted. 'I'm thinking of the Bishop shafting you this lunchtime. I've never seen anything so fucking erotic in all my life. Watching his cock push in and out of you was incredible. I was mesmerised!'

Now, Simon is not usually one for vulgarities. I knew he must be really turned on.

'The sight of you fucking Sue was just as fantastic as well. You've always fancied her, haven't you?'

By this time, I was rising up and down on his shaft, ripples of joy filling my loins. 'She has a beautiful pussy - lovely and wet. Tastes of roses, Simon. So sexy. I know - I've sampled them. As you saw earlier. And now you've filled it with your sperm. That's exciting - thrilling!'

The soft warm folds were clutching at the shaft as it slid through them. After pausing at the limit of my vagina, I began bouncing up and down, to the very depths of my being to the calculated rhythm of my stifled cries. With every stroke, breasts swinging violently, I grunted with pleasure. I increased the rhythm. Cock driving into the vagina is the most sublime feeling I knew. As I concentrated on the driving shaft, one hand fingering her clitoris, the other steadying her breasts, tension started to rise again in my loins. My breathing became irregular and heavy. The surges through my belly intensified. Gosh! I was coming again. It was unbearable. I lashed my fingers at my clit as the cock battered at her groin. The spring snapped as I spun into a fury. I literally howled my release, loins juddering and bucking, still concentrating on the cock's rapid thrusting into me.

At this, Lionel was unable to contain himself. He lunged at me violently, his spasms taking over. He jettisoned his sperm inside me, accompanied by tense grunts as he heaved and jerked. I rubbed my clit quickly, desperately wanting to join him in his orgasm. But he came so quickly that I couldn't quite make it.

As I rolled off, I held my vulva in the palm of my hand, scooped some of the sperm into my palm and finger pads, rubbing it into my vulva, round my clit and over my inner thighs, over my belly and boobs, until it was all used up. Wonderful!

Then Simon turned over and fell asleep. For some time I continued to massage the sticky mess into my boobs and vulva before having a muted orgasm murmur through my loins. Not violent, but nonetheless satisfying. I slept well.

I learned later that Susanna had a similar experience with Lionel. So it was worth while after all!



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02



That bloody video was going to haunt me for the rest of my life, how many more people knew of its existence? I couldn't see that I had any way out of this, but I tried one last bluff.

"Your so called friends did attempt to abuse me. But my husband thwarted them."

"Don't give me that crap. If they'd struck-out, they'd have been down the clubhouse on Saturday night drowning their sorrows. As it was, they all sat there in that picture with you that the news paper printed, with their thumbs held up high. That wasn't a meaningless gesture; it was a sign by each man to say this one has had my cock up her."

So bluff wasn't going to work, force was useless, so I thought negotiation was my best option.

"Look, even if I was going to let you do anything, it's far too risky in here."

"I'm prepared to take the risk. Now stop gabbing, and get your belt undone."

So much for trying to negotiate, he had me cornered, and knew it. He'd loosed my wrists, and I began to unbuckle my belt. Then I pulled the press-stud open. I'd just taken hold of the zipper when, saved by the bell. It rang aloud, making us both jump. "Shit. Don't think this means you'll get off scot-free. I'll wait around until they go."

I got to my feet, straightened myself up, and was ready as Mrs Kelly walked in the door. "Ah Shirley my dear, how's Michael. I read all about it in the paper this morning. Oh sorry sir, I didn't know she was already serving someone."

"Oh never mind me, I'll be a while yet, I'm just looking. You carry on."

"Oh in that case, I'll have..."

She went on to go through what she wanted, all the time making general chit-chat mainly about what she'd read in the paper, and then I helped her out to her car with all the stuff she'd bought. Just as she was driving out of the yard, I saw Peter, one of the farmer's sons, going into the stable. I called, but he was out of earshot. As I looked back to the shop the old bastard was standing in the doorway looking at me, and beckoning me towards him.

I turned, and ran, as fast as my legs would carry me, I sensed he was giving pursuit, but I didn't try to look. As I crashed into the closed stable door, it clattered on its hinges. The old man, took hold of my wrist and pulled me back. All I'd needed was a couple more seconds to get through the door. "Got ya! Thought you could out run me? You wait..."

"You alright Shirl? Is this man bothering you?"

The old sod had dropped my wrist, like it was on fire, and he now stood a couple of paces back. This was going to be a fine balancing act, if I got this man a beating (which is what he deserved, and I would like to have seen), he'd no doubt punish me with a disclosure of the contents of that video. But at very least, I wanted to prevent him from doing anything to me. "Its ok Peter, he was just going."

Peter reached across, and as his hand took hold of the shoulder of the man's coat, he dragged the man towards him, stopping with the man's face inches from his own. The man looked like he'd messed himself; the look on his face was justice in full measure. "I don't know what you're up to, but if Shirley doesn't want me to feed you to the pigs, then think yourself lucky. But if I even see that car of yours so much as drive past our farm, you'd better start praying. Now get gone before I change my mind."

If I thought I ran down the farm yard quickly to get to Peter, then the speed this man ran back made my pace look like walking. He forgot anything about manly pride, he ran like a scolded cat, without looking back or making any comments. It was such a satisfying sight, but I hoped I wouldn't live to regret it. Then as I turned back to Peter, I saw him in a very different light than I'd ever done before. He stood there like a Greek Adonis, stripped to the waist (this was normal in the hot weather), chest muscles rippling. "Shirley? Are you alright?"

"What? Oh yes. Sorry, I was miles away. Oh Peter thank you for what you did."

"Did he touch you? You should have let me sort him out."

"No he didn't touch me; he was just getting a bit pushy. I was maybe making mountains out of mole hills."

"If he ever comes near here again you just tell us, it don't need to be me, dad or our Jimmy, or the other two. We'll rip his balls off. Oh sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

"That's ok, I know what you mean. But thanks anyway."

"Ok I'll let you get back to the shop."

"Are you busy?"

"Always busy, but if you want me, I'll make time for you."

"It's that machine again."

"God Shirley. I sometime think you only come and ask for help, so you can get me in that dark shed with you."

I obviously blushed. "Don't say that," but he could tell it was only a half-hearted reprimand.

He began to walk me slowly back up the yard; I was on his right-hand side, and he'd placed his arm loosely around my back, with his big hand resting on my right hip. "Well I swear every time I get to it. One whack, and its working." As we walked, his hand was slipping lower.

"But you can hit it harder than me." I reached behind me, took hold of his hand, and eased it back up onto my hip.

"It don't take any forcing, so long as you hit it properly. I guess I'll have to try to show you again." His hand had now slipped again, and was cupping the right cheek of my bottom.

"I'd rather you just whacked it for me," and as I took hold of his hand and lifted it once more, "And you can keep that hand under control, you're almost as bad as the old sod you just scared away."

"Aw, don't say that, I was only larking about because I've never seen you wearing jeans before." With that he pulled away from me, and gave me one of those disappointed school boy looks.

"Oh come-on you big softy, you know I'm not angry with you. I can take a joke, but you know I'm a married woman, and if anyone had seen you."

"So I'm forgiven?"

"Of course you are."

With that he swung his arm back around me, and as he said, "Come-on then lets get that machine of yours sorted." He planted his hand firmly around the right cheek of my bottom again.

"Peter!"

"Don't get excited, no one is going to see me in here." And as we were now inside the shop building, what he said was correct.

"That's not the point."

With a lot of meaningless chat back and forth, he walked me the length of the shop, and into the potato shed, with his hand going from one cheek to the other. And once or twice, a crafty stroke in between the two!

Well we were now stood by the dreaded machine, and although I'd been fighting him off, and mildly scolding him for his over amorous attention, this attention had my pussy throbbing wildly in my knickers. As he turned on the motor, the dust once again began to descend in clouds through the rays of sunlight that were managing to penetrate the black and filthy windows. The building was droning with the vibration. Talking wasn't possible, it was shouting and hand signals from now on.

Well the first hand signal was him ushering me to climb up onto the box. I tried shouting back, "But I thought you were going to do it to save time."

"What?"

"I thought you were going to do it to save time."

"What?"

"I thought you were going..."

I gave up; he was obviously playing silly buggers, and pretending not to hear me. So, as I placed one foot up onto the box, and took hold of the side of the machine, the vibrations going through my arms started taking effect. I only paused for a second, to take stock of my feelings, when I felt his hand under my crotch, assisting me to lift my bottom hence right leg up onto the box.

Before I had chance to turn around and give him any kind of reprimand, he was up there on the box with me, his massive torso towering above me. He lent across, and lifted my left ankle, and placed it onto the big lever, then as he brought his hand back, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, as if to say are you ok like that. I nodded, to indicate I was, and he lent across the machine, above me, but his chest was pushing me hard in contact with the machine, and leaning me forwards.

He started pointing, and as he placed the big lump of wood in my hand, it was obvious he was trying to show me where to hit with it. As I'd said, I'd been shown hundreds of times; I just couldn't make it move. But the wood now slipped from my grip, dropping onto the top of the machine. He picked it up again, but offer it to me as much as he might; my arms were like limp wet rags dangling from my shoulders. My pussy was an inferno of blazing desire and muscular action.

As it pulsed violently, I'm sure it had drawn every drop of strength from all other parts of my body. It was only Peter pushing hard up against my bottom, that prevented me slipping into a heap on the floor. Peter was now beginning to realise something was wrong, and that I couldn't do anything with his lump of wood. But the lump in his trousers, that I could feel pushing hard into the crack of my bottom, now that was something I could use right now.

But he, of course, wasn't aware he had a wanton slut in his power. He still was looking on this as a very naughty game he was playing with the vicar's wife, and probably wondering if he was going to get away with how far he'd gone already. My body was being attacked from all angles, the machines vibration, Peter's manly bodily contact, and my own desire. But the one that brought my orgasm to a climax was my vivid imagination.

I could feel him ripping the crotch of my jeans, and then pushing his mighty cock deep up inside me. Then as he rammed hard, lifting me right up off the box, I felt his warm spunk inside me. This was the signal my body needed; my pussy started its contractions, and spasmic squirting. At this point I drifted off from reality, into a world of ecstasy.

I came to my senses some minutes later, and I was laid on my back, legs parted. Peter was sat alongside me, and as soon as he saw I'd come to my senses, he said, "Oh thank god! That frightened me. I thought you were having some kind of fit. Are you ok?"

I immediately began to flail my fists at Peter, raining down a torrent of blows against his face and upper body.

"You bastard! How could you. I trusted you, and thought you were my friend."

He just sat there looking gob-smacked, and not attempting to defend himself, either verbally, or physically from the blows I was inflicting.

The bell rang, and the expression on Peter's face, looked like he was now the underdog in a fight, who was being saved by the bell. He sprang to his feet, and without a word, he was gone, closing the door behind him. I looked down to my crotch, and stared in disbelief. I had to check with my hands. But it was only now, I realised, my jeans were intact. The crotch hadn't been ripped. They were soaking wet, for at least six inches down the inside of each leg, but I hadn't been penetrated.

So now I began to feel really guilty, I'd imagined him fucking me, and orgasmed almost in his arms. I guess he'd had to stop me from falling, and lifted me down. But neither my blouse nor jeans showed any signs that anyone had attempted to make any kind of entry. I'd let loose with a tirade of abuse and even physically assaulted him. But he was guilty of nothing more than trying to show me how to get the machine working, even if he was using slightly dubious methods. But these methods were the ones he and all of the other men on the farm had used before, and I'd never even thought them wrong, let alone worried about them.

And worse than any of this was my performance, humping the machine, and collapsing into his arms. And then I can only assume writhing around with legs open whilst I moaned in ecstasy. Now he was out there serving the customers I was paid to serve, after I'd beaten him with all my might, for no reason at all. I dreaded him coming back, and I sat there, legs now closed, watching the door.

It opened, and he just pushed his head around it. "Can I come in?"

"Oh Peter, what can I say? Come here. I'm so sorry."

By the time he'd taken two steps into the shed, I had dashed across to intercept him. I reached my hands up high, placing them on the back of his neck, and attempting to pull him down to my face. He at first wondered what was going on, but when he realised it wasn't another abusive outburst, he let his face meet mine. I smothered his face with kisses.

"Enough. Shirley enough. What's happening to you?"

"Oh peter I'm so sorry. I can't explain. I've been so wicked. Please promise you won't tell anyone."

"Enough Shirley, come and sit down. Tell me what the hell is going on."

"Oh god Peter. I feel so ashamed."

"You mean your cuming like that?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry. You must think I'm disgusting."

"Can I tell you what I really think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just that, do you really want to know what I think about you doing that?"

"I'm not sure I do. But, if you're already thinking whatever it is, I guess I'd be better off knowing what it is."

"Well, and I don't mean to be rude to your old man, sorry, I mean the vicar. But if a girl is that highly strung, it's a sign she isn't getting enough. It don't matter if you're talking women, bitches, mares, or any other animal. It's either not regular enough, or the equipment he's using ain't big enough to do the job."

I was stunned, and at a loss for words, I just sat there looking into his eyes. 

Peter broke the silence. "Well, am I right?"

"I...I...it's not that simple."

"Shirley love, I've worked this farm all my life. I know you've got an education, but some things in life don't need a degree to workout. I know it don't sound romantic, and you ladies don't like being compared to dogs. But a bitch on heat is a bitch on heat, and we both know, that orgasm you just had ain't gonna stop your craving. So which is it, the vicar isn't servicing you regular enough, or he ain't got the right tool for the job?"

"I really don't think we should be talking like this. Please, I'm so sorry I went berserk at you earlier, that was very wrong of me. And I'm sorry I embarrassed you and humiliated myself. But my private life with my husband is just that, private. I'm going to have to go home to get changed, I'll understand if you tell me you don't want me to come back."

"It's up to you, if you want to take the rest of the day off, then you stop at home and rest."

"No, I didn't mean take the rest of the day off, I meant if you felt you didn't want me to work here any more."

"What? You mean you want to leave us?"

"Well no, I behaved unforgivably. I thought the other way around; you might want to sack me."

"Don't talk like a pudding, sack you never. Given half a chance, I'd give you the fucking you need, but less said about that the better."

"Please Peter; you frighten me when you talk like that."

"Ok girl don't fret, I'll not touch you unless you ask me to. And, we'd not sack you just because your husband isn't doing his job properly. You get off home, and if you feel ok, come straight back, otherwise, we'll see you in the morning." 

I dashed towards him, and gave him a big kiss on his forehead. "Thank-you. I really do owe you a lot."

I was soon in my car on my way home, all the way thinking about his simple analysis of my condition. Could he be right? It couldn't be the need for a regular fucking; I'd had more this weekend than most women get in a lifetime. That only left the size of Michael's cock! Well I was now at home, and I had a quick shower. Then I did something totally out of character, I took a big cardboard box from the bottom of my wardrobe. I started spreading the packets, boxes, and loose garments all around our bed; so that I could see them all, and choose which one I wanted to wear.

What are these garments, where did I get them, and why are they in my wardrobe? My brother is two years older than me, and for some reason, our family piety, skipped him totally. He was going around with girls whilst he was still at school, and it wouldn't surprise me if he hadn't lost his virginity before he'd left. Well from my sixteenth birthday, the first day of legal sex in the UK, and on every subsequent birthday, he bought me sexy underwear. It had gone on right through my uni years, and continued to this day. So much so, even my parents used to think of it as a harmless family joke.

But I only ever wore knickers and bras that were functional and covered up properly. That didn't mean they couldn't be pretty, but never skimpy or frivolous. So I had this big box full of unopened lingerie of all kinds and colours. Now for some reason I couldn't explain, either to myself, or to anyone else if they'd asked, I was sorting through them. I selected a very pretty white lace bra and panties set.

I put them on, and stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, turning from side to side. My public hair was untouched, and grew quite wild, so it was visible on either side of the lace material. The cut of the panties meant my legs looked longer than I'd ever seen them.

"Yes. That'll do."

There was nobody else in the room, but I still said the words out aloud, maybe just to convince myself I was actually doing this.

I put on one of my normal flared skirts, and cotton blouse, and then I was ready. Oh hang on, I looked around, found a second bra, and panties set, just as skimpy, another skirt and also a blouse, and put them all into a bag as spares. Well you never know. I then put all the underwear back into the box, and the box back into the wardrobe.

So looking no different to normal, but definitely feeling like a tart at the very least, I set off in my car, with a spare set of clothing, just in case. I arrived back at the farm at about one o'clock, normally our busiest time. But in all my years working there, I'd never seen the place so crowded. I couldn't even get my car into the yard; I had to park with some of the other customers cars out in the lane.

As I walked into the shop Peter called, "I'm glad to see you."

The next two hours were mayhem, even people who didn't know me, but who just knew that I worked at this farm had come along to buy food, but mainly to get the full story first hand. It was like being a kind of minor celebrity. 

When the rush eventually dwindled, Peter said, "Dad'll be pleased. By my reckoning; we've about doubled our takings today. Don't suppose you can push the old man over the edge again next weekend?"

"Peter!" I scolded, as I pushed him away with my open palm on his shoulder, "That's wicked." Even though, I have to admit I had a slight smile on my face at the same time.

"Well. You can't blame me. Trades picked-up and I've never seen you looking so... Well you know, vivacious and beaming. It's like one of those tricks they play when the twin sister turns up for work."

"Am I really different?"

"Are you kidding me? Today is the first time I've ever seen you in jeans. Then there was that other thing. And now, them panties."

"Panties, what do you mean?"

"You've never worn skimpy knickers like them before."

"How on earth do you know what my knickers look like?"

"You really don't know?"

"No. I'm not wearing a short skirt, and I haven't climbed any ladders."

"But the material of your skirt is so thin, and when you bend down it clings to you, showing the outline of your knickers. And then when you pass the open doorway and you're silhouetted against the sun, it is the most glorious site."

"And just because the underwear I've got on is different to the style I normally wear, you think that means I've changed in some way?"

"No. Not just the underwear."

"Well what else?"

"I don't want you to think I'm being rude."

"Go on say it."

"You're on heat."

I coloured up instantly, "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true."

"That's not really a nice thing to say."

"I said you'd think I was being rude, but I'm not. You are on heat, even if you are the vicar's wife."




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 02



"What makes you think that about me?"

"I smelt it first thing this morning, down by the stables. At first I thought I'd caught a whiff of the mare, she's begging for it. But then I noticed it was a different scent. Its no wonder that old man tried to feel you up this morning, I bet you were driving him wild."

I felt so humiliated, he could smell me! And to make me feel worse, every word he said was true.

"I don't know what to say, I had a shower before I came back to work."

"Do you really think if I chucked a bucket of water at the mares arse, the old stallion would loose interest?" I didn't answer. "No, of course he wouldn't. She wants it, and until she's had it, her fanny will be sending invitations to anyone who's interested. Now you may be fussier than her, but until you let someone ease that aching for you, you'll be sending signals to every man with a pair of working bollocks."

"What can I do?"

Suddenly the bloody bell started ringing, "You can serve them for a start. I think you've done more than enough to screw my day up."

And with that he stormed off out of the shop. I served the lady that had just arrived, and two more before I was once again alone in the shop, and unoccupied. At this point, I knew my next task should be back to the potatoes, but I felt I couldn't pluck up the courage to face Peter. So I went into the potato shed by myself.

I looked all around and found a long wooden pole, and then after turning the motor on, I got as far over to the right of the machine as possible, and began poking and prodding the pivot pin. But being as there was nobody pushing the lever at the same time, it had no effect. I had to make up my mind what to do next. Option one, was climb onto the machine and get aroused, and probably still not succeed in getting it working. Two, I could find Peter, and maybe go through a repeat of my earlier humiliation. Or three, which would still require finding Peter, but then try to persuade him to start the machine for me.

The last of these three options was my preferred choice, so off I went looking for him. As the last place I'd seen him was the stables, that is where I headed first. As I approached the building; I could hear animal noises coming from within. There were snorting sounds, hooves clacking on the stone floor, and lots of very hard panting and kind of wet squelching. I kind of knew before I got up to the door, what I was about to see when I got inside.

As I opened the door, my premonition had been correct. I stood there in the open doorway, watching the big stallion ramming that two foot long monster cock up inside the mare. She was tethered to a post, and had no way of avoiding his onslaught, not that I think she would have done, even if let loose.

"Come in if you're coming, and get the bloody door shut." And as Peter said this, he pulled me by my wrist, and with his other hand he pulled the door shut behind me. "Come back here out of his reach, he's too busy seeing to her to worry about who he tramples under him."

As he was saying this to me, he pulled me back up against himself, as he stood to the side of the mating animals, with his back against the wall. He held me tightly to him with his hand on my tummy, and I immediately felt his cock hardening, as it lay in the crevice of my bum. This hand was big, and the fingers long, the ends of them forming a semi-circle that encircled my bushy mound. I was sure he must be able to detect the turmoil that was going on in my tummy, as my arousal once again began to build.

I watched in amazement, as the stallion pumped his cum deep into her, and then his enormous cock just flopped out, followed by a gallon of cum that gushed from her pussy.

"Good lad. Good lad. That'll keep her happy for a while."

As he spoke, he pulled me back to the wall, and he sidestepped past me, and took hold of the stallion's reigns. He led him back to his stall, and then did the same with the mare.

As he approached where I was still stood against the wall, he put both his hands above me on the wall, and pushed his hips forwards, bringing his bulging trousers into contact with my lower tummy. "Well?"

"Please Peter."

"Please what? Please give me the same."

"No, please. I'm married."

"But you want it."

"Don't do this to me, I'm begging you."

He launched himself off the wall, turned away from me, picked up a bucket from the floor, and flung it at the end wall of the stable. It hit the wall and ricocheted around the floor making a deafening clatter.

"Peter; please don't be angry."

"Angry? I'm past angry. You fucking stand there, your pussy begging to be fucked. You've got my cock rock hard, and my balls about to burst. If you didn't want fucking, why the fucking hell after what we talked about earlier, did you come down here where you knew I'd be?"

"I...I Came to ask you to help me."

"But you know I told you you're driving me crazy, for gods sake, I'm only human. And after telling me this morning how much you owed me, you come down here, rub your rump onto my cock, and then say, oh please don't, I'm married. Well married or not, getting me so worked up and then just walking away. Surely that can't be Christian behaviour?"

I felt so guilty, I knew he was at least partly right, I was to blame for getting him so worked up, but even though I felt guilty, I couldn't voluntarily let him fuck me.

"I'm sorry but I'm..." He didn't let me finish.

"Married. Yes I fucking know that. But ten minutes in the back of the empty stall is all I want. I'll start your fucking machine and even bag the bloody spuds for you, just give me ten minutes."

"If I come into the stall, and relieve you, would that be good enough?"

"Relieve me? What the fuck does that mean? A blow job?"

"Well I was thinking of just using my hands."

"But if I say a blow job is what is needed. Will you do it?"

"I guess so. But you have to promise this is the one and only time you ever ask me. And you won't breathe a word to anyone, not your brother, dad, or anyone."

"I promise I won't breathe a word, but I can't promise not to get turned on by you again. That's up to you. You've got to get yourself sorted out, and stop begging for it, then I'll not bother you."

"Do we have to do it in here?"

"Why? Where do you want to do it?"

"I don't know. It just seams so; I don't know, kinda smelly, and unromantic."

"What you want romance now?"

"Please Peter, don't be coarse. This really is a big thing for me. If I do this for you, I'll be going against everything I've ever believed in. And that includes breaking my marriage vows."

"Ok Shirley. If it's so important to you, you tell me where you want us to go. My bed room, or in that potato shed with you up against the machine?"

"No forget it. It doesn't matter, I just thought..."

"What about if I take you up into the roof of the hay barn? We won't get disturbed up there. And from up there, you'll get a view and a lovely cool breeze?"

"Ok, I suppose that's as good as anywhere." Next second the bloody bell rang again. "Shit!"

"Now now Shirley, I've never heard you swear like you're doing today. Just go and serve them, and I'll be waiting for you in the barn."

I walked up the yard, my pussy throbbing wildly, and these panties not really wide or thick enough to soak-up the juices it was producing. It was a lady customer, and as I'd expected she didn't want to buy much, it was more just a gossip she wanted. I cut her as short as I dare without being rude, and then I walked briskly through the yard, and across to the barn.

By the time I got there, I was almost breaking into a trot, and as I walked in through the big open doors, Peter appeared from out of the shadows, and took me up into his arms. He carried me with one arm around my back, and his other under my knees. He clambered from hay bale to bale, and in seconds he was walking along the flat top of the stack, right up high in the roof.

As he lowered me to my feet and stood behind me, he asked, "Well, was I right about the view?"

"Oh Peter, it's wonderful up here."

Then as I turned around, he was stood there naked, his cock in his hand, big and animalistic. He lowered himself back into a sitting position, taking hold of my hand, and pulling me down with him. Then he lay flat on his back, and with me knelt at his side, he put one of his big hands on the back of my neck, and directed my head down to his cock.

I didn't fight it; I just let him kind of lead me. As his big bell end approached my lips, I opened my mouth. God was this cock big. I slid my mouth over it, gliding up and down his length, and within seconds he was probing my throat. My body was again in flames, and as I felt his hands undoing my blouse and then bra, I knew things would only get more intense. As my bra dangled loose, his hands roughly mauled my breasts, and plucked at my nipples. As before, no matter where the stimulation is generated, it all sends its concentrated exhilaration down into my pussy.

Just as I was beginning to think my nipples were about to burst, I realised his hands had now moved on, and were applying the attention elsewhere. At first I wondered where or what they were doing, then as I felt my skirt coming over my hips, and down my legs to meet my knees on the hay, I almost tried to stop him. But as I began to lift my head, a hand pulled it back firmly onto his cock, and his thrusting was attempting to ram it into my throat. But a cock that fat could only just enter my throat an inch at most.

And while my attention was concentrating on the cock trying to fill my throat, he single-handedly lifted me by my tummy out of my skirt, and lowered me back down on top of himself. As my knees landed one to his left side, and one on his chest, I instinctively lifted the one from his chest, and spread myself astride his head. It only took one swift tug with his fingers to pull the gusset of these scanty panties to one side, and then he had my pussy within his reach.

As his tongue made contact with my pussy, I heaved myself down onto him, and he latched onto my pussy, sucking and licking for all he was worth. So here we were, me humping as hard as I could, with him gripping my hips, and his head going up and down with me. Whilst at the other end, he was humping like crazy, and try as I might to take his cock into my throat, the force of it was pushing my head back and forth like the head on a rag doll.

This action was very short-lived, and in no more than three or four minutes, he was cuming in a series of jerks into my throat. I never got the chance to taste his cum; it was injected straight into my stomach. But I had not yet reached the point of orgasm; maybe it was the initial fear that had delayed my build-up, or just him being so worked up, he'd cum prematurely. But as his cock softened in my mouth, I tasted his cum as it slid out over my tongue and from my lips. He immediately turned me over, so he was now on top, and his face buried itself into my pussy. So, even though he'd had his satisfaction, he was still working my pussy, to bring me to mine.

I remember thinking how wonderful it would be if my Michael did this for me, instead of just rolling over once he'd shot his cum. I had my legs stretched as wide as I could manage, not because he was pulling them, but because I wanted him to be able to get his tongue as deep as possible. Then without warning, he turned around, and he was now facing up towards me, his head still down in between my legs. But now his hands took hold of my legs under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them right up alongside my body, lifting my bottom up for his tongue to excite.

At first I kind of thought it slightly improper, but as soon as his licking started, it re-kindled the feelings the fingering and licking Ian had given me a few days ago. As he licked and poked his tongue up my bottom, I could feel my pussy pulsing wildly. It wanted filling, and it wanted it badly. Then Peter let go of my legs, and I let them fall splayed open.

He lowered himself on top of me, his face above my tits, and he began to suck from one nipple to the other and back. My hips were giving the spasmodic heaving, as the pulses drove down to my pussy. I felt the big head of his cock sliding along my pussy slit, and it slipped up over my mound and lay on my tummy. He pressed himself down onto me. Then lifted his weight back off. As his weight came off I heaved my pussy up past the end of his cock, and heaved down. It slipped along my slit, going in the opposite direction to last time. As it reached my hole, my pussy almost swallowed it in one gulp. 

Then as he thrust, I felt my pussy walls stretching wide, but the stretching kept going right up deep inside me. It was like it was inflating my tummy, and he didn't back-off until his balls crashed into my crotch. 

"Oh yes! Peter fuck me! Oh god I love you. Fuck it. Yes deep. Oh Peter more."

Well I guess you've heard the kind of silly things we girls say when we are enjoying a good fucking, and I guess I said them all, and not just in a quiet voice. I won't say I was screaming at the top of my voice, but I was certainly making a fair old noise.

As my arousal got more intense, so did my vocalisation and physical response to the brutish shafting he was giving my pussy. The harder he pounded me, the greater the intensity of my arousal. As he fucked my pussy; his mouth was not just nibbling gently on my nipples, but was now biting and pulling. This rough treatment was driving me wild. I was now in my world of ecstasy where reality and imagination begin to mingle and mix into an indistinguishable illusion. 

With the heat of the day, and all this exertion, both our bodies were sweating profusely, and my eyes had long since closed to avoid the stinging perspiration. My hair was stuck to my wet face, and I'd guess I looked a mess. His pace changed, he now eased his cock in a slow long thrusting, using every inch of his massive shaft to penetrate deep into my pussy. Still fucking me long and deliberately, I felt his fingers gently combing my locks of hair from my face, and uncovering my forehead. He gently wiped across it removing the sweaty beads, and began to kiss it. From my forehead, his kisses floated across my cheeks, and caressed my lips as he nuzzled into the nape of my neck. 

How could this man be so wonderful, one minute fucking me so powerfully; like he was the big black stallion I watched earlier in the stable. The next, caressing my face and hair, and kissing me so gently. Then back to an animalistic ravishing of my tits, ripping at my nipples. This contrasting stimulation was driving me totally wild. Then I heard Peter's voice, and even in my trancelike state, when I heard Brian answer, I began to realise something was not as I'd thought. And from Peter's questions, I guess he'd only just realised as well.

"Brian, what are you doing?"

"I'm just warming up and waiting my turn."

"No just go, before she realises you're here."

"Don't be so fucking silly. You're getting your share, I want mine."

I opened my eyes to find Brian's face directly in front of mine. "Ah, so you aren't asleep." And with that he planted a kiss on my lips, preventing me from answering him.

Peter had almost stopped, and was propping himself up on his hands. "Look Brian. Just fuckoff. I've only just got her going, if you start fucking about, she'll go off the boil, and neither of us'll get a fuck."

"Well don't let her then, you get back to ramming her cunt, and I'll keep her face occupied."

I tried to have my say. "Please Peter, Brian no. Don't do this to me."

"Stop your bleating woman, once he gets his cock back up your cunt, you'll soon start begging for more." And as he said that he brought his big fat cock up to my lips, preventing me from protesting, and Peter just re-started ramming me. And even though I at first wanted to protest, Brian was right, within a few penetrations of Peter's wonderful cock; I was riding him hard, and sucking Brian. It wasn't too long before I detected Peters jerking motion, and I knew he was pumping his cum deep up inside me. But being as my arousal had been almost halted by the surprise arrival of Brian, I didn't manage to cum with him.

But that wasn't to say I'd gone off the boil completely, on the contrary, I was well and truly on my way to an orgasm. So as he moved over, and Brian moved into position, I showed no sign of resistance. Brian gripped my waist, and his cock touched my pussy lips, I heaved myself onto him. As he rammed himself deep up inside me, I heard him say to Peter in a smug voice. "See brother, I told you the bitch would fuck for both of us. You didn't think you'd got something special I hadn't got did you?"

Peter didn't answer Brian, but knelt down by my head, and caressed my forehead. "You'll be ok Shirl; it'll not do you any harm, just go with him."

I didn't answer; I was too busy fucking Brian. It was like I didn't want Brian to think he'd got the better of me. I wanted him to know he wasn't fucking me; but that I was fucking him. "Fuck me harder. Come on. Fuck me. Harder. Come on fuck me like Peter."

That was the spark that set-off the fireworks. I guess I knew what I'd said, and why, and Brian reacted violently. He fucked me like he was trying to smash down a brick building with a jack hammer, crashing his balls into my crotch. But I just heaved hard to meet him, deliberately giving as good as I got, not wanting him to think he'd got the better of me.

Well when he began to cum, my pussy went crazy, gripping his cock and then squirting cum out in alternating spasms. He pumped his cum up me for a good half minute, but I carried on long after he pulled out. 

When I came to my normal senses, Peter was first to ask. "Are you ok?"

"Yes. A bit week and wobbly, but I'm ok."

"Sorry about Brian, I guess you made a bit more noise than I expected you to. I really thought we'd be safe up here. But I'm sure he'll keep our secret, and you got the good seeing-to I said you needed."

Well that was one thing he got right, I certainly got a good seeing-to, just these two men on their own, have satisfied me more than all four of those mountain rescue men did during any of their sessions over the weekend. And I can tell you something else; both of them are like the continental Lager they advertise on TV, they reached parts of me, that nobody else has ever reached. So although my original intention was to just satisfy Peter; to re-pay his kindness and maybe keep him from getting over amorous, they'd now satisfied that aching that had been deep inside my pussy since Michael left me unfulfilled last night.

Although I hadn't planned for this to happen, I couldn't lay the blame for what had just happened at Peter's door. I realise now part of Peter's analysis of my condition must be fairly accurate, and it was me who allowed the situation to get out of control, even if it wasn't intentional.

Peter had pulled his trousers back on, but Brian was still flat-out on his back, his big soft cock laid across the tops of his legs. I began to use handfuls of the soft hay to wipe myself down in preparation to putting my skirt and blouse back on again. Through all the fucking I'd just received, my panties had stopped on, with just the narrow gusset pulled to one side. I straightened them up, and reached for my bra. Then with panties and bra sorted, I got to my feet, and walked over to where my skirt had been thrown.

Brian looked across. "Ok Shirley. What was all that about?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. Little miss prim and proper, the only girl over twenty in the whole of Yorkshire who walked down the isle as a virgin. And as far as we could see still gave every sign of still being one some three months after being wed. And now you're taking cock and using brothel-talk as crudely as any pro you'd find in a dockside pub in Hull."




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 03



THE VISITATION

Hannah had never realised until her session with Sue and Sarah, the sheer physical triumph jolting her loins. The ecstatic agony rippling through her entire body - her uncontrollable muscular spasms as she thrashed about. After recovering, she had felt fulfilled - possibly for the first time in her life, her body felt worthwhile! She finally knew what it was for and how it could give her peace of mind and bliss. But did it?

Her mind was troubled. She was conscious of her body wanting sex all the time. Her experience had unlocked the passion she felt within. The ache in her loins was a persistent reminder of her need. This wasn't right. She was guilty of the first of the seven deadly sins. Lust! She knew it! Fortunately, the Church gave her some relief, taking her mind off her dilemma. She would stroll into one of the side chapels of the Cathedral after lunch on some days, to sit in the peace and quiet, trying to rationalise her new-found feelings.

It was on one such occasion, in the gloom of the chapel, that she noticed in the second pew, an old tramp. A down and out. He looked to be asleep. He was bent forward, his head on his folded hands. Hannah wondered if he was ill - there was no movement. Oh dear! If he wasn't well, she ought to call for some assistance. She approached him, sitting beside him. His coat was ragged and dirty and his shirt badly soiled. His face heavily bearded - unkempt and unclean. It was difficult to tell his age, but he didn't look very old.

After some moments wondering what to do, she whispered in his ear. 'Are you alright, sir?'

There was no response from him. So she placed her hand on his thigh to try to attract his attention. The trousers were in the same ragged state as his coat. 'Can I help you?' she asked softly. There was still no response. It was then that she noticed his trousers were undone.

His cock was sticking out - a thick, rigid penis. Hannah was mesmerized by the shock. Her knowledge of the penis was limited to those of her husband, Jonathan and, more recently, the vicar. It certainly took her completely by surprise. She suddenly realised that this was to be her penance. This tramp had been sent from heaven, for her to work out her salvation for the sins of the past few weeks. The pale thick shaft was rising from a tousled mass of dark pubic curls. The stench of the genitals of this tramp reached her nose. It was repulsive. Stale perspiration and urine, laced with the pungent odour of his sex. She gagged at the sharpness of it. But yes! She was sure this was to be her punishment - here, in the chapel where she is used to kneel to confess her sins to the almighty. What more appropriate place to atone for them?

Her eyes never left the vision of the hard penis. It was difficult to judge the size of it, hidden as it was in a mass of pubic hair. But it looked substantial. She moved her hand across the lap and allowed her fingers to make contact with the stiff shaft. She felt it twitch at her touch. Slowly, Hannah trailed the nails of her fingers down the length of the underside, feeling the contours, studying the tracery of blue veins and the thick channel down the centre of its length, disappearing into the wrinkled sack hanging from the base of it. Although it was unclean and smelt awful, yet there was a majesty about it. A thick rod expecting homage to be paid to its potency - to be worshiped.

So it was that Hannah wrapped her fingers round this paragon of man, slowly moving it up and down, feeling the solid hardness of the shaft under the skin, watching the foreskin reveal the purple polished head before hiding it again. Still the tramp didn't speak. Didn't move. She wondered what it was like to be the proud owner of such a piece of manhood. She marveled at its majesty. Her brain was spinning out of control. It just wasn't rational!

Hannah kept this up for some minutes, concentrating on watching the solid penis. She became aware that her pants were now soaking with her own juices. Those secret, private secretions that Susanna and Sarah so much enjoyed tasting. Her bodily nectar. She knew that the time had come to pay obeisance to this perfection of manhood. It was her duty to succour it. She no longer noticed the foul smell.

Bending her head into the tramp's lap, Hannah opened her lips, placing them over the head of the stiff upright shaft. She slid it as far into her mouth as was possible, until her lips encountered the rough hair at its base. Being unused to deep throat, Hannah withdrew to the tip, to avoid the gagging on it. Her own loins were now bubbling over - she would need some satisfaction of her own. But first, she knew she had to drink the essence - the spirit of this holy tramp.

Sliding her tongue over the length of the cock, Hannah could feel the tension rising in his groin. She increased the pace, manipulating the base of the shaft with her fingers and thumb adding to the quickening movement of her lips gripping the penis. The man's loins began to squirm and jerk. A trembling in his belly with a sudden jolt was immediately followed by a jet of warm liquid - with a consistency of honey. Yes! That was it! From the nectar of the flowers of heaven. She was drinking the nectar of heaven! It was delicious. Each of the several spurts filled her cheeks with its warmth and love!

But lifting her head from the lap, Hannah noticed that the shaft remained as stiff as ever. It was now time for it to enter that part of her body designed to accept it. To worship at the altar of her private heaven. To remove the devil in her loins - douse the flames of desire. She looked up at the tramp. His eyes were now open, gazing at her with a quiet smile. A beatific smile! But the devil was creating a tumult inside her. She reminded herself that she was guilty of the first of the deadly sins. Lust! This must be vanquished in her. She must have release from this torment. Hannah felt drunk with desire.

'Come!' she said. Taking his dirty hand, Hannah led the tramp to the altar rail. Here, she bent over the rail in supplication, lifting her skirt to expose her buttocks to the tramp. Her flimsy knickers were dragged roughly to one side of her vulva. This was it! She gasped as she felt the hard shaft nudge against her opening - oozing with her private nectar. It was immediately thrust between her labia lips, driving deep into her vagina. She was transported into the delirium of joy. She felt the holy spirit enter into her body. She cried out to herself in rapture. Her mouth dried up. The sensation of the holy spirit filling her vagina, caressing it, had Hannah panting - searching for the heights of passion. It went on and on, seemingly for ever. Her spirits soared and took flight. It was so wonderful!

The fight within her raged. Her loins were trembling vehemently. The agony became intense. Until, reaching a crashing juddering climax, which had her teetering on the brink of insanity for what seemed for ever, she was finally released from the pain! Trembling loins and jerking muscles overcame her. Her head blew! She knew something very special had happened to her. It was the first vaginal orgasm Hannah had ever experienced. She had known no other sensation quite like it. She cried out to herself 'Hallelujah!' before fainting with ecstacy and relief at the rail of the altar.

Unseen by Hannah, the tramp shuffled out of the cathedral, smiling, though with a bewildered look on his face. He could hardly believe his good fortune. He had gone into the side chapel because he knew it would be empty and he could relieve himself and rest awhile. He usually rested round the back of the churchyard, where it was quiet. But when he got there, he saw a couple - fucking. At the bottom end, round the back, where hardly anyone went. A young couple was fucking in the open - she was bent over, leaning against a tree trunk, with her skirt hanging over her waist, whilst the man had his trousers open, and was thrusting into her like a piston engine, her skirt swaying to the rhythm of the thrusts. She was groaning!

The tramp had stayed to watch the man spray all over the girls ample bottom, before he stole quietly away and into the Cathedral through a side entrance. His cock was hard as a rod of iron, aroused by the scene he had just witnessed. Gosh! It was a long, long time since he had fucked a woman! And his cock was showing that it was ready for it! The erotic sight had him getting a hard-on of serious proportions! If he slipped into a pew in the side chapel perhaps he could quietly masturbate. Phew!

But no sooner had he sat down, releasing his straining cock, than a young lady came into the chapel. Oh shit! He'd just pretend to be praying. But after a short while he thought she must think he was unwell or something. She came over to him to see. Don't say anything! But the damn cock won't go down. She's asking if he's alright. Don't speak! Now she's touching his thigh. That's enough to make his cock even harder! Don't say anything - pretend to be asleep or something.

Oh no! Shit! She's seen his cock. Well, she could hardy avoid noticing it. Now what? She'll send for help, surely.

But no! Bloody hell! She's going down on it! Oh hell... she's giving it a blow job! What the... Oh, this is too much for the poor tramp to withstand. He's going to explode. Shoot his spunk into the young lady's mouth! Urgh! That's it - too late. A great spasm of pent up tension erupts into her mouth! Such a deluge. Well, it's been a long time! Phew! She's looking at him. Smile at her!

What's she up to? Now she's leading him to the altar. Lifting her skirt - just like the girl round the back! And his cock is still hard as ever. It's been a long time! Oh, that's a great looking arse. Pull the knickers to one side - go on! It's there for him to take. And what a lovely hairy, juicy fanny. Such a long time since he's seen one of them! His trousers are still open. Get it in before she changes her mind. Ah! Softly. Push! That - is - so - so - fucking - beautiful! A lovely soft, soaking wet pussy for his stiff cock. How long...?

But his tension starts to rise again after only a few minutes. So quickly. He can't hold back. Bloody hell! Besides, somebody might come. Quick! Let go! His loins jerk and his thighs tremble. The sperm comes gushing down his cock. There! A loud grunt! Absolutely fantastic! It's there! Inside her! But get it out quick and get out of here before you're seen. The miracle is that no-one caught them at it! Well - it is a Cathedral after all - that's where miracles are supposed to happen, isn't it?

When Hannah recovered from her reverie, she found herself lying in a crumpled heap before the altar rail. One of the clergy was helping her to her feet, asking if she was feeling alright. Hannah smiled her appreciation.

'I'm absolutely wonderful, thank you father. I'm absolved.'

The cleric had no idea what she was talking about, but he smiled at her before leaving her sitting in the front pew of the chapel, smiling up at the altar, thanking whoever was responsible for her absolution. She gazed up contentedly at the stained glass window - at the various scenes depicted - one of which was of the woman taken in adultery. Of course, Hannah didn't recognise it!



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 04



THE VICAR’S DAUGHTER

Emily woke with a start, her heart beating heavily, her mouth dry, beads of cold perspiration on her forehead. She was shivering. The nightmare had been terrifying. Now awake, she couldn't recall what it was that scared her so - only that she was frightened out of her wits! 

All she remembered was that an alien torturer was about to grab her. Crush her to death. She felt cold. Opening one eye, she turned her head to look at the clock on her bedside table. It showed 5.45. All was dark and silent. There was the smell of panic all round her. It invaded her lungs. It was her own perspiration she could smell. A foreboding of evil was oppressive. 

The bedclothes were pulled up to her chin. Her eyes, wary and afraid, darted from side to side, trying to penetrate the darkness. A sudden sighing sound sent shivers of terror through her. Who was in the room? Surely there was someone there. Who? Where? She could hear it breathing - or was it her own panting, her heavy heartbeats thudding in her ribs? Perhaps it was the wind getting up outside. Emily held her breath, straining every nerve to catch the slightest movement of the air - the slightest noise.

Nothing!

She was desperate for company. Afraid of being alone any longer. When she was a girl, she would creep into he parents bed when she felt frightened. That's it. That's what she would do. She quietly slid her legs over the side of the bed, folded back the bedclothes before sitting silently for a moment on the edge.

After holding her breath again, straining every nerve until she was satisfied there was nothing in the room with her, Emily crept stealthily to the door. She opened it, standing for a few seconds to listen to the sounds of the house, before softly opening the door of the next room. The soothing sound of her father's regular breathing reached her ears.

Emily tip-toed to the side of the bed, suddenly remembering that her mother was away for the week-end with her friend, Lady Sarah. Emily lifted the side of the bed-sheets and slid herself into the bed, lying back with a sigh of relief at the side of her sleeping father. It felt warm and comforting.

As a child, Emily had often joined her parents in bed some mornings, before getting up. Even when she got older, she still slipped in between them in their king-sized bed from time to time. It was their way of bonding. They would chat and giggle - even indulge in tickling matches - until her father or mother went to make a cup of tea. They took it in turns, which left Emily with her father some mornings for a cuddle and quiet chat. He was a parish priest. An understanding sort of figure.

She could tell her father anything - well, almost! The same with her mother. They were a close-knit family altogether.

It was during those early snuggles between them that Emily loved to get her head under the sheets and smell the heady aroma of her parents bodies. She would inhale deeply as the warmth of her mum and dad pressed against her. Some mornings, before getting into their bed, she would hesitate at the door, listening to them grunting and moaning. Peeking round the door she saw her father bouncing on her mother for a while.

When he finished moving, that was when she slipped in between them, where the scent would be stronger than usual, and she would touch her father's wiggley worm, as she called it. It felt warm and sticky. Her mother would be chuckling happily as she whispered in her father's ear that his rod and shaft, they comforted her. Her father would admonish her for saying things like that. But her mum still chuckled.

'That's what God gave it for darling,' she whispered. 'And it does comfort me. Often! Thank you.'

And Emily would be aware of her mother squeezing her father's worm. Emily was too young to understand these strange words, but she would often steal a caress of her father's body, which happened to include his penis, while her mother was making the tea. Of course, it was only out of curiosity.

But it was fascinating for Emily. Sometimes it felt bigger than at others. She marvelled at it, and the forest of hair surrounding its base. Her father did nothing to prevent her, allowing his daughter to fondle it at will. It was, after all, part of her education, though Emily knew not to let her mother know about it. It was an unspoken secret between father and daughter. She had secrets with her mother as well.

Even when Emily reached puberty, she would continue to cuddle up between her parents in their bed. She loved to put her arms round her mother's warm body, pressing herself against the large soft breasts. She would steal a look at the large dark nipples, with their long, wrinkled brown teats, knowing that as a baby, she would have suckled them.

Her mother had allowed her to suck on them gently while father was making the tea, from an early age. In fact, Emily could not remember a time when she didn't suckle her mother's teats occasionally. She would be held tight against her mother's breast, her hand stroking the warm silky skin of her belly, aware of the rough hair as it reached the groin, thick and bushy. She knew her mother enjoyed her doing it, even though she said nothing.

On this particular morning, Emily turned on her side facing away from her father, curling her body to fit into the angle of his sleeping form. It was so peaceful, warm and relaxing. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drift in a state of semi-consciousness.

Lying beside her warm father, her thoughts drifted back to her mother, recollecting how her mum had helped and encouraged a young man from the church choir, whose parents apparently ignored him. It was rumoured that she had allowed the young man to have sex with her, but Emily could hardly believe that. Not her mother, she told herself.

Even so, the images of her being shagged by a youth like Fergie, his long cock banging in and out of her mother's wet vagina, accompanied by moans of pleasure and grunts of delight were vivid. And now her mother was spending the weekend in London with her friend, Lady Sarah. Her mind pondered the possibility of them having a thing going between them.

As the thoughts drifted from one sexual image to another, her hand had strayed between her thighs, cupping the warm, damp, hairy vulva. Hmm! She enjoyed sex very much, with few inhibitions to deter her, even though her father was a priest. Her own self ministrations were equally satisfying.

It was her Aunt Angie who had first talked to her about sex and the female body. Her Aunt had once, several years ago, disturbed Emily whilst she was sniffing her mother's soiled knickers. Emily was intrigued by her mother's stained panties, and loved to smell their pungent scent. That embarrassing event had resulted in her aunt sitting beside her on her bed, explaining about the vulva, the secretions from the vagina and orgasms, and how it was no sin to bring them about yourself.

As an illustration, Aunt Angie had removed her own knickers to demonstrate. Emily still recalled her surprise at seeing her Aunt's vulva, as she peeled off her knickers, exposing a mass of tangled auburn hair. She was great, her aunt Angie. There was no embarrassment whatsoever.

Emily loved talking about sex with her, though she never admitted knowing that her cousin Fergie had fucked his mum. In any case, she hadn't know whether or not to believe Fergie when he told her having had sex with his her. Though he had known about the colour of her pubic hair. But being a red-head, that's not surprising. Still, Emily could believe it of them. Certainly, Fergie knew what to do when it came to sexual intercourse.

Emily wriggled her bottom into the hollow of her father's body, pushing against his groin to snuggle into him. It was then she realised that his penis was stiff. Pressing into the cleft of her bottom. It felt nice. She hadn't really noticed his arm being thrown over her, the hand resting on her right breast. Emily had inherited her mother's sizeable breasts and large areola with long nipples.

She loved her tits. They were adorable - sensitive and pliable. She would always stimulate them during masturbation, feel then hardening, as she rubbed her clitoris, to help bring about her orgasms. 

Her dreaming mind drifted to memories of the party in the students' union bar lounge a couple of weeks earlier. She was having a quiet drink on the Friday evening with her friend Susan. Most students had gone home for the weekend, but they were staying at college to do some much needed revision for their impending exams. The bar was quieter than usual, with trendy music coming over the speaker system.

Two young men from the medical faculty, armed with beers, strolled across to join them for a chat. Meanwhile, a party of other women students was having a good time at the other end of the lounge. There were gales of laughter filling the air. It was the hen night of one of the women lecturers, due to get married the following day, and who now was getting rather drunk - well, they all were. When into their midst came a well-built young fellow, who started stripping in front of the bride-to-be, to the rhythm of the music blaring out.

A male stripper had been ordered for the hen party celebrations. Emily and her friends watched with growing amusement and surprise as the stripper removed one garment after another until only his jock strap remained, hiding a sizable bulge inside it. To a chorus of 'Gerrem off' from the girls, he teased them with twisting round - first to show his bare bottom, then lowering the waist band to expose his bare hairless groin - until he finally whipped them away altogether to show his naked loins.

Not a hair to be seen. His substantial penis was half filled, lolling about, as he swayed his hips in front of the bride-to-be. Encouraged by the jibes of her friends, the bride took hold of the man's shaft, drawing it towards her face, laughing. Cheered on by the other guests, after toying with it with obvious relish, she took it in her mouth, giving it a few jerks with her hand to stiffen it up.

As she played with his weapon, the man slid his hand down over the front of her T-shirt until it reached the hem. Grasping it, he pulled it high over her breasts. In the same movement, his hands dipped into the cups of her bra to lever the boobs free from their confines. Mountains of soft flesh, topped with pink nipples slipped into view. 

Emily's dreamy thoughts changed to the mental image of the drunken girl, now naked, bending over the table being shagged violently by the strip-artist, whilst a second girl was fellating another guy who had appeared, with trousers round his ankles, his cock sticking out of his underwear. All the other girls were cheering them on. 'Go for it Mavis,' was the cry. Though which of them was Mavis, Emily was uncertain.

Whilst this sexual activity was unravelling before them, the guys sitting alongside Emily had put an arm round her shoulder. Whilst they laughed at the antics being played out at the other end of the bar, the bride-to-be being shagged by the strip artist, Emily felt the hand slip down the top of her own T-shirt to explore her right breast, with its sizeable nipple now hard with arousal.

The next image in her dreamy state, was of the guy standing beside her, with one foot on the seat, his bare cock, with foreskin retracted, pointing at her face. As she sucked on it, her memory skipped to him fucking her whilst the other guy screwed Susan in an alcoholic haze. She was really turned on, vagina oozing freely. All she remembered later was the sperm spraying over her belly and pubic hair. Susan was being similarly soaked.

The action across the room had become more of an orgy, with other male students getting in on the act. Half-naked bodies were grappling together. Breasts were being fondled, cocks squeezed. Some were inserted in the passageway made for them by nature, others being jerked and sucked. The bride-to-be was now being shagged by the barman, cock sticking out of his trousers, with sounds of pleasure from her.

Emily was now in a fuddled state, with her aroused body eager for sex. The two men were only too happy to oblige. They changed partners and Emily was fucked on the floor by the other guy whilst Susan, equally unsteady, was bent over the table, to be shagged by Emily's first partner. It was a good feeling at the time, as being fucked always is for her, but the following day, as she masturbated in bed, Emily could hardly recall very clearly the real action.

As these sexy events unfolded in her memory, Emily's aroused mind returned to the present. Her vulva was already slippery with her juices leaking into the palm of her hand. She wondered if the bride-to-be had looked like a true virgin at the altar beside her loving husband. 

But gosh! It was with a feeling of surprise, that she realised her father's stiff was pressing against her warm flesh. It wasn't the first time Emily had felt that cock, though on previous occasions it had been a fond touch of a flaccid shaft. But this time... Emily thought, what if... but heavens above... no, he wouldn't. Although... it might be rather fun to feel it inside her. To feel the cock that had penetrated her mother on countless occasions... filled her with its semen. Emily wondered how it would feel. Not just another cock... this one would be something very special... something quite extraordinary.

She was curious to find out. Her hand cupping her vulva now reached further between her legs to find the heat of her father's testicles. After a moment's hesitation, she took the base of the shaft between thumb and fingers, easing it into the moist crack of her vulva. Her hand rested on the underside of the solid shaft now nestling between her labia, reaching as far as her clitoris. She pressed it cautiously against the soft damp lips of her vulva. Hmmm! That felt nice. It was thicker than she had imagined. Not as long as Fergie's, but much, much thicker.

Holding her breath, Emily listened... The even breathing told her that her father was still sleeping. He probably imagined that Emily was her mother, she thought. Perhaps, for a few moments, she could play the part. Her mind was in turmoil. Her mouth had dried, her heart was beating hard.

Well, she thought, if Fergie can fuck his mother and get away with it, I can fuck my dad. That's if he's willing... though being half asleep, he may not be aware that it's his daughter he's penetrating. Pulling her nightie clear, Emily wriggled her bottom a little to position the head of the penis against the oily entrance to her vagina.

All it needed now, was a slight push downwards for her to be impaled. Of course, Emily wasn't to know that this wriggling of the bottom was a little trick her mother used when she wanted early morning sex from her husband.

And it worked. Emily pressed against her father's groin and felt the head of his penis enter her private tunnel of pleasure. She held her breath. Her heart was beating with excitement - and anticipation. What would he say if he woke up to find himself filling his daughter's vagina? Should she continue?

Oh well, she thought, she could always feign sleep. And having got this far, she was reluctant to turn back. As she pondered, her bottom wriggled and pushed a bit more, feeling the erect cock slide another inch into her vagina, now soaked with her juices. Oh, wonderful! The thick shaft was half inside her already. Thrilling! Her body was responding.

Well, of course it was! There was a fluttering in the pit of her belly. Her mouth had become dry. Her breathing was shallow. Eyes tight shut, concentrating now on that unique sensation of a cock invading her privacy, slowly filling her natural cavity with the flesh designed for it, Emily quietly purred to herself. Gosh! Her father's cock deep inside his daughter.

Aaaah! It was mind-blowing! Her many earlier fantasies of this very event had not prepared her for the enormity of the real thing. It was simply staggering. She almost had an orgasm there and then.

Peter had been vaguely aware of Emily coming into the bedroom. The movement of air as the door opened aroused him from a deep sleep. He half opened one eye to look at the luminous green figures on the clock radio on the beside table. Nearly six o'clock. He closed his eye again as he saw out of the corner of his eye, his daughter approaching the side of the bed. She paused for a moment before lifting the sheets to slide her body in beside him.

Perhaps she can't sleep, he guessed, and needs some comfort. Probably forgot that her mother was away - until entering the bedroom, that is. Well, providing she doesn't wriggle about, he didn't mind. He started to doze off again. It was some time since his little girl had joined them in their bed. She was grown up now, of course, but still enjoyed the occasional morning cuddle with her mum and dad between their sheets. And so did they. It was a way of bonding as a family.

Their tickling sessions used to be wild events, he remembered dreamily, often resulting in pyjamas in disarray and tickling fingers reaching sensitive bits of each other's body which should have remained private. But tickling fingers knew no physical barriers!

So his naked body was no stranger to Emily, though not, he thought, his full erection. Nor was hers a stranger to him. He had glimpsed her soft large breasts with their well-defined areola and long wrinkled nipples, and her hairy groin. She took after her mother. Large breasted and hairy. He liked that. He liked hairy women.

His sluggish mind settled on Alice Jebson, a widow with a very heavy patch of thick hair round her genitals. When aroused, the fur around her vulva, and below its base, would become clotted with her thick juices. Her vulva became brim-full with her starch-like secretions. They fascinated Peter. He had always been intrigued by vaginal juices. His mind flickered momentarily on his wife also oozed freely. 

Penetrating Alice's lubricated passage was so easy - so warm and silky - smearing a generous coating of her secretions on his shaft. Alice was noisy as well. Mmmm. But Dorothy Jones, his other willing parishioner, a single woman and teacher at the local school, had but a sparse covering of hair on her groin. Nevertheless, she could certainly perform. She was extremely physical, insatiable for his cock - perhaps other men's as well for all he knew.

Dorothy admitted being captivated by the penis. Both ladies were in their early fifties - and totally discreet of course! Peter wasn't sure why they had surfaced in his semi-conscious mind, but his penis was reacting to the salacious thoughts of those two ladies - lying naked on their beds, thighs wide apart, their vulvas on full display, anxiously waiting to be penetrated.

Peter was now aware of the warm female body snuggled against his. The exchange of bodily heat between the unfamiliar bodies was causing a natural exchange of sexual arousal. He could sense the acute physical chemistry building up between them. The heat growing in his loins. It was natural that his sexual vibes would come alive, eager to explore the female's response to the unspoken question.

They were desperate for each other. Their relationship was immaterial. Theirs were just two uneasy bodies of opposite poles, exploring, testing reactions, wanting - attracting each other in the way nature intended. It was a process Peter was happy to permit in his half-dreaming state. Another female to penetrate was a happy prospect.

Without thinking, Peter draped his arm over Emily, his hand resting on the fullness of her right breast. It seemed the natural thing to do. After all, he was vaguely imagining that the body lying in the contours of his, was that of his wife, wriggling her bottom closer to his groin. She always did this when feeling sexy - an early morning ache. Perhaps she too was dreaming, he thought - dreaming of cock - maybe that of the young man she'd seduced in their last parish - such an embarrassment.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 04



His hand pressed the firm breast, gingerly testing the long nipple, now growing hard. It wasn't the only thing to be stiffening. So was his shaft, nuzzling into the moist cleft of the bottom. That soft pale bottom protecting the warm, oozing part of the female anatomy, hungry for its male companion. The bodies were pushing together in a lewd haze of physical desire. Peter felt the cheeks of the bottom wriggle against him yet again.

Then the fingernails trailing over his testicles, testing them lightly, before the fingers closed over the base of his cock, pulling it gently between the thighs, into the hot cleft of the vulva, scraping against its soft fleecy frame. Nature was taking its course.

His mind became rather more alert at this, however, realising that the vulva was that of his daughter. Surely Emily didn't intend to... but it felt so much like his wife's private part, he could easily imagine... ah, yes... that warm, moist cleft... it was a wonderful feeling. There it was again. Another little wriggle of the bottom. Perhaps she, too, was in the grip of nature, unable to deny its demands.

The head of his now rigid cock was lodged between the fleshy labia... tucked into the smooth mouth of the vagina, softer than he remembered. He closed his eyes. There was that exquisite feeling of supreme delight as the head of his cock touches the wet entrance to a vagina. Particularly one it hadn't penetrated before.

But, much as he was enjoying the sexual contact, his uneasy mind told him that he really must stop this at once... it felt so thrilling, though... well, he thought, a little penetration perhaps, wouldn't harm... just half way. But the body beside him took the decision from him, pressing further down on his groin until his cock slipped another inch into the mysterious depths of the warm silky passage.

It was a tight fit - a vagina as yet unstretched by years of copulation and child bearing. There was a pause whilst he relished that wondrous feeling of the slippery, smooth flesh gripping him hard. So supple. Instinct took control. He was unable to resist sliding the stiff cock in deeper, until it reached the fullest depths of the hungry vagina, completely immersed in the mystery of his daughter's body.

Peter's attention now focused on the delicious sensation of the flesh of this young vagina on his probing penis. So supple... so tender, compared to the more leathery texture of his mature mistresses. It was exhilarating to be tucked into one so young - his own daughter for goodness sake.

Peter felt vaginal muscles flexing on his shaft, squeezing and pulling. In response, his cock started gently thrusting in and out - that, after all, is what it was designed for - slowly at first, as though examining the shape and depth of the mysterious sanctuary it had entered. As he thrust in and out, his curiosity wondered how many other cocks had explored this young delicate flesh, for Emily was no virgin. And she was definitely responding - he heard moans of pleasure, as she pushed gently to his thrusting rhythm.

Only one thing mattered to him at this moment - his cock in the vagina. Both willing partners were shedding any earlier pretence. All doubts were dispelled. They wanted each other. Eager for mutual fulfilment.

In truth, Peter was a good vicar. He had always been attracted to the Christian faith, and felt the presence of his God in all he did. It was his vocation, he knew, from being a young man. All he wanted in life was to be a part of the church. Well... perhaps not all... the only serious weakness in his emotional psyche was a high sex drive.

It worried him a great deal as a young man, particularly the demands of his body, masturbating on a frequent basis, and later, frequent fornication. But he managed to come to terms with his sexuality, believing it was the will of God that he should be should be so endowed, to satisfy the calls of the flesh. Besides, satisfaction of the flesh was necessary for his own mental, as well as his physical well-being.

Perhaps it was the Devil within him, he thought, fighting for his soul. But Peter also realised that his private ministrations gave much relief and solace to those mature ladies who took advantage of his weakness. There had been a steady string of them over the years. They believed he was doing the will of the Almighty, giving them much needed succour. Of course, his wife, Heather, was unaware of his sexual activities in the parish. She had her own salacious secrets to keep.

The sheer ecstacy of his cock drilling his daughter soon brought about the natural reaction in Peter's loins. With his mind in turmoil, his thigh muscles stiffened and jerked. There was no way he could stop himself now. His loins were boiling with lust, his thrusts becoming erratic and intense. Grunts accompanied each jerk. Peter felt the orgasm building deep in his belly. The spasms were developing. His mind was aflame with the need for release.

His whole body was now out of control, heaving and lunging heavily against the beautiful body he was ravishing. His breathing was harsh and noisy. He was conscious of Emily's convulsing loins, her twitching hips heaving as she whimpered loudly with ecstatic agony, blurting out words of encouragement.

Neither of them were pretending any longer. They were fully aware of the other's eager lust driving them on, thrilling at the natural event. Peter was shagging her furiously! Cock in cunt! Yes! Shag it hard! His daughter had turned into an object of his violent lust, to be battered and violated. Fucked with emotional intensity!

Then, it was with a sudden convulsive jolt that Peter exploded. Quickly withdrawing from the warm comfort of the vagina, jets of sperm sprayed against the clitoris and into the cupped hand of his daughter, waiting for the deluge to fill her palm with its hot stickiness. It was over for him.

He could now begin to think about what he'd done. He had fucked his daughter. He had committed incest - though with Emily's consent - in fact, it was at her connivance, when he thought about it. She had wanted it. Begged for it! And so had he. Peter was relaxed, but confused as he felt Emily's hand rubbing his sperm against her vulva as she quietly grunted and panted with lust, her loins thrashing in the final stages of her own spasms, now subsiding. They lay together, both breathing hard with the exertions.

Emily had felt the trembling waves of torment flowing through her groin. But now the cock had started its own action. It began to slide casually in and out of her welcoming, eager vagina. Oh my God! It was beautiful. Heavenly! Blissful! To feel that cock driving in and out of her body was sublimely wonderful.

She just lay there on her side, her face relaxed and serene, eyes closed, quietly moaning as she rejoiced in the sheer joy of being fucked by her father. Both mentally and physically, she was floating on a different cloud of existence. The thick cock ploughed deep into her, thrust after thrust. The hand on her breast was now rolling the hard nipple between its fingers and thumb, whilst the palm pressed into the warm softness of the breast.

Emily was transported to a whole new sexual experience! It was beyond adequate description. She was purring like a kitten. He was shagging her hard. As she felt her father begin to fuck her in earnest, Emily's body had responded instinctively, meeting his thrusts with her own, her hips pushing hard onto the thick cock slipping effortlessly in and out of her willing channel of desire.

There was no longer any need for false pretence. They were fucking together in earnest. With an animal hunger. She groaned and moaned with agonising delight, whilst he grunted and panted, battering his groin at her most vulnerable part. It was no longer necessary to be quiet - pretend to be asleep.

Emily whimpered, muttering thickly, with some urgency, 'Fuck me daddy - fuck me daddy! Oh my God! Fuck me!' She knew her body was created for mating. It was always eager, ready for penetration by a cock. It was probably her main reason for living, she thought - that indescribable ecstacy of being filled with cock, to have her body tingling with such indescribable delight.

And now the highest of her sexual ambitions - to be fucked by her father. Gosh! That thick cock, that had penetrated her mother on countless occasions, night and day, thrusting hard, crushing her thick labia, finally squirting its juices deep inside her, was now penetrating her daughter. Her jealous daughter, desperate for the cock that her mother enjoyed whilst she herself had to rely on fingers. Oh wonder of wonders!

But now it was splitting her vagina! It would spit its juices into her. Emily was so elated! But... Oh, no! That wouldn't be a good idea. To conceive her own sister! Her father's grandson perhaps, as well as his son. His sperm carried millions of potential little sisters and brothers for Emily.

But right now, Emily was too far immersed in a crazed lust to care. She was much too far gone. In a seventh heaven. Her body was ablaze - her nerves tingling with a carnal desire only a hard cock could satisfy. With loins clamouring with an uncontrollable passion, thighs jerking, her fingers now lashing at her clitoris as the cock drove deep in and out of her, Emily felt the culmination of her arousal boiling inside her.

It was a beautiful agony. She heard herself calling out - desperate to be fucked hard. Wanting cock. Her screwed-up face, lips drawn back over her teeth. Eyes tight shut. Shouting for more hard, violent shagging. She was rising to the inexorable climax. Then, suddenly, the cock exploded - but withdrew at the critical moment, showering her groin.

She was reaching for her own elusive orgasm. It was there. Coming! Just beneath the surface. Oh God! Let me come, she cried. Agonising tension gripped her muscles. And with an almighty lunge, her juddering hand now full of the hot creamy juices of her father, Emily's spasms burst forth in successive violent lurches of her hips, her head thrashing from side to side, her eyes screwed up in that painful ecstacy. Nature's greatest gift to woman. A wonderful, shattering orgasm. Yes... yes... yes! 

She lay in her father's curved body, her hand slowly smearing his sperm into her genitals and over his shaft. Emily ducked her head under the sheets to have her senses invaded by that piquant aroma she vividly remembered from her childhood when climbing into her parents' bed, and which now, as an adult, she understood.

She inhaled that moist, musky scent of after-sex before licking her fingers to taste her father's juices. Their heaving bodies slowly relaxed, the spasms now dwindled into a post coital collapse. Their breathing finally restored, both languished in the joyful, satisfying aftermath of their coupling. After relishing both senses of taste and smell, Emily finally lifted her head, twisting it round to give her father a kiss. She whispered to him.

'Thanks daddy. I really needed that!'

'Me too,' he muttered, feeling rather sheepish.

'I hope you're not feeling shameful about it.'

'Well... no, not really. It just happened, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Though I don't think I could have deliberately made love to you. It was the circumstances. The situation. Just being alone, curled up together in the same bed.'

'Mm! Yes! And I'm so very glad. Would mum be jealous?' She tittered.

'Probably! If she knew, that is.'

'And she won't.'

Emily turned over to face him in the dim early morning light seeping through the closed curtains. With her hand over his semi-flaccid penis, squeezing it lovingly, she gave him a lingering kiss on the lips, his hand cupping her drooping left breast.

'Mm! I remember as a child, climbing below the sheets between you and mum early in the morning and smelling that wonderful scent. I didn't know what it was them but its smell was both mysterious and provocative. I know now! You'd been fucking mum. Usually on a Saturday morning.'

Peter chuckled. 'You rude little girl! Had you been watching?'

'Sometimes! If I heard you both groaning in the next room, I'd creep to your door, peep through the crack and watch you bouncing up and down on mum. When you'd finished, I'd wait a few moments for the heaving to stop before getting in with you.' Emily giggled. 'Mum used to say your rod and staff comfort me! I wondered what she meant at the time.'

'Well, now you know.'

'Yes! I've been comforted as well.'

But playing with the cock encouraged it to start thickening again. Peter was easily aroused and the knowledge that he had just fucked his daughter was an erotic thought! Emily toyed with it, delighted to have her own pussy juices coating the skin.

It was then that she suddenly remembered the exciting tactile feeling of the cock she used to touch from time to time when she was much younger. It was a vivid recall of the memory of that hot, sticky skin that had lingered in her mind all these years. Haunting her as she masturbated.

She realised now, of course, that at the time, her father's cock must have recently been withdrawn from her mother's vagina after ejaculating deep inside her. Emily had always been obsessed with the thought of her mother being fucked by her father - all those groans and whimpers she remembered hearing in her childhood, once thought of as evidence of pain, she now recognised as signs of delight from her mother.

It was a secret experience she had wanted to share. Wondering what it felt like to have her father push his cock deep into her secret treasure box to feel those signals of delight. Signals she herself had finally shared during the past minutes of sexual bliss.

Emily ducked her head beneath the covers again to inhale deeply that musky scent of sex. It was a scent that never failed to arouse desire in her. Without much hesitation, she slid her head onto her father's groin to explore the texture of the stiffening shaft, tasting it's syrup. Running the tip of her stiffened tongue over the side of it, Emily could feel the contours of the veins beneath the skin.

She moved it up the thick channel down the middle of the underside until it reached the very tip, where it explored the little cleft, from which the hot sperm was ejected. That sticky, silky-textured goo. Mmm. The thought of it had Emily take the cock deep into her mouth, sucking gently on it whilst her tongue lapped eagerly.

Lots of practice with appropriate fruit had resulted in Emily being expert at deep-throat. The trick is to swallow. The feel of the head of the cock in her throat was mind-blowing. Her tongue was busy teasing the shaft as she began to fellate with her lips wrapped round the cock.

Slowly at first, going down to the very base and holding it in her throat for a few seconds before resuming the action. Then Emily opened her mouth a little, relaxing her lip to allow the cock to push in and out of her warm cheeks sloppily and noisily. She was going to give her father the blow-job of his life. Slow and relentless!

And to accompany it, she decided, she would have him lick her pussy. Yes! That's it! Father licks daughter's pussy! Gosh, what a obscene thought - how lewd can you get? And how extremely exciting!

Pushing back the sheets over her father's thighs, Emily hinged her right leg over his face, bending her knees so that she was crouched over him. Her whole hairy genital area was fully exposed to his astonished gaze, the large labia hanging from either side of the generous clitoral hood, framing the pink valley and the dilated vagina. Peter was fascinated by the sight. It was a revelation.

His mind was in something of a turmoil. In fact, his whole being was ablaze with a lecherousness he hadn't experienced for many months. His own girl sucking his cock whilst exposing her private charms to him, inviting him to kiss and lick and munch the fleshy delights before his eyes. It was incredible!

Using his stiffened tongue, he paid careful attention to each little nook and cranny of her vulva, stimulating the clitoris, rubbing his nose through the fleecy mound. Those creamy thighs were given equal attention from his lips and trailing tongue until he felt Emily's loins squirming on his head, murmuring with pleasure. Peter himself was fast losing control of his muscles.

Never had Emily believed that this adventure would ever take place, yet here she was bringing her father to his second coming. His thighs and waist were flexing and jerking, muscles contracting. It was clear to Emily that he would soon explode in her mouth. Taking the hard cock from her cheeks, she used her hand to masturbate it rapidly with long strokes.

Grunts and heaves announced the climax before the sperm spat forth over her hand and wrist. At the same time, her own climax was quickly approaching, with the sight of the ejaculation being enough to trigger Emily's orgasm. She cried out her triumphant joy, rubbing her vulva over her father's face, smearing her juices on his cheeks and chin whilst rubbing his sperm over her own lips.

After her convulsions had played themselves out, Emily flopped exhausted over Peter's body, both covered in a film of perspiration and other bodily emissions. She spent some quiet minutes casually studying the softening cock - the cock that had violated her willing vagina, against the laws of nature.

Ah, but she thought the laws of nature don't always dictate who should fuck whom. When bodies of both sexes lie naked together, nature dictates that the one should enter the other. That's the only law Emily knew. And that's all there is to it. It was a beautiful penis, she thought. The idea that she had herself been discharged down that shaft all those years ago, to develop in her mothers' womb, amused her.

Meantime, Peter also was studying in close-up, the form and shape of the delicious female organ before his eyes, trying to memorise every detail. Had he been responsible for making this fascinating piece of flesh? He compared each feature with that of his wife. They were remarkably similar, he thought, though Emily's labia were rather more abundant, and her clitoris, deeply hidden under the hood, rather thicker. But entrancing!

Emily interrupted his examination of her private part when she rolled away from her father. She smiled up him. 'I hope you're not sorry.'

'Certainly not! That, Emily, was perhaps the most beautiful event of my life.'

'Thanks dad. Now I know how mother must have felt when you first shagged her. Thy rod and thy staff, it did comfort her.'

Peter smiled. He swung his legs off the bed, standing at its side, gazing down over his reclining daughter. The sight of this beautiful young lady on his bed in the half light, purring with contentment and happiness, quickly had his penis recover its stiffness yet again.

The lovely fleece of hair covering her groin, the heavy, full breasts, mounted by dark swollen nipples - oh so suckable; the narrow waist and the wide hips. Everything about her asked for the close attention of a mate. His mind was still bursting with obscene thoughts. That defenceless young lady lying naked before him, offering him her voluptuous body.

It was astonishing. Unbelievable! As he looked down at her, he realised that he might never have another chance to make love to this gorgeous young lady. He really ought to take this opportunity to make the most of it. And though he had already spent twice, he knew there and then, that his body and mind were ready for a third assault.

She was smiling up at him, eyes moist with emotion and craving. Looking into her eyes, he realised that she must have known what he was thinking, for she slowly parted her legs wide to expose the most delectable and secret part of her body, and stretched out her arms in a gesture of welcome.

She had opened her gates of heaven for him to enter. The sight of this vulnerable young body, now at his mercy, to do with as he wished, to ravish and plunder - to worship and revere - made him fill with lust. Emily was giving herself to him totally. He couldn't possibly refuse such an appealing gesture.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 04



He climbed back on the bed, lying between her open thighs, propped up on his stiff arms. Looking down between their bodies, Peter positioned his stiff cock at the entrance of her delicate folds of coral-coloured flesh, pressing it gently into the folds. The head found the entrance to her mysterious passage, pausing for a few seconds in the damp warmth, whilst he relished the sheer bliss of being about to discover once more, the unfamiliar shrine of a young woman.

The anticipation of entering a woman never failed to touch him. But this was extra special. It was heavenly. Deliberately and slowly, the penis was thrust into the eager folds of the vagina, stretching the inner walls clutching at the shaft, until their hairy groins met, and the cock was fully engulfed. The penis head was pressing against the cervix, the very altar of her sex.

It was time to pay homage by slowly thrusting in and out, exploring every fold and crevice of the inner passage, plunging at the shrine. He closed his mind to everything except the perfect ecstacy of experiencing his cock sliding in and out, against the sound of a woman's whimpers and moans of agonised joy.

He was being encouraged to fuck her completely. This was no longer his daughter, or even a person, but a female body hungering to be fucked - and fucked hard and long. Time stood still. Only his loins moved up and down like a well-oiled piston stimulating the nerves beneath the skin of his cock. It was wondrously exciting.

How long this went on until his loins started to twitch and jerk, he had no idea. Nor did he care. He was in seventh heaven. Worshipping at the vaginal shrine. Plundering her treasure. She was squirming beneath him. Then, finally, he felt his own tension starting to rise. The old familiar feeling of his excitement coming to the boil, his legs tightening, his hips flexing.

The rhythm of his strokes became more urgent. Control over his body was a losing battle. Peter's body was becoming a mass of quivering nerves as his loins became taught. He couldn't control it any longer. His whole body clutched at the sensation, trying to trigger the ejaculation he so desperately needed.

Flexing his muscles, his mind reached deep down to engage the trigger which would eventually let loose the jets of semen. It was reluctant to come to the climax. Still he thrust hard and erratically, searching for the trigger. Please! Please, he cried to himself!

Then it came! Ahh! His whole body stiffened, every muscle at full stretch for a tantalising moment. Peter's face screwed up as he lunged hard to the very depths of Emily's vagina. His seed surged up his quivering shaft to discharge deep inside her. Then the spasms struck! The third coming was not too copious, just three spurts to anoint her delicious vagina. But it was wonderful! Rapturous!

As for Emily, as her father slid off the bed after their sixty-nine episode, she removed her nightie and stretched her body along the bed, with arms behind her head, looking at her father. Although in his forties, he had a good slim figure, without being skinny, with a flat belly and a shock of pubic hair. In fact, he was quite am attractive, handsome man.

Looking at him, she had always suspected that he was a sexy sort and, indeed, had heard rumours of his escapades with one or two of the parishioners. But he really was a good lover. As he turned to face her, she saw the penis, still half erect. And that's what it's all about, she thought. Pushing that tube inside a woman. But what a truly heavenly sensation! She loved it.

Mother was fortunate to have that penis at her beck and call. Or perhaps she was over familiar with it by this time, and yearned for something different. She smiled at him again, with great affection. In fact, her eyes were distinctly moist. As hers met his, she could see that he was still full of lust.

This opportunity is unlikely to arise again, she thought - and he knows it. She turned her attention once again to his penis. It was almost fully erect again. Goodness! What stamina. Emily wondered if he was contemplating another fuck. He was certainly staring down at her with lust in his greedy eyes.

It would be rather nice, she thought, to have a third session. So, she slowly opened her legs until they were as wide apart as they would stretch, exposing the delights of her furry treasure. The portals of her heaven were open wide for him. Her shrine was ready to be plundered again. It certainly had its effect, for her father's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the vision. Poor thing. A smiling Emily opened her arms as wide as her legs in an invitation for him to join her on the bed. He did.

As he settled between her parted thighs, stiff penis rearing before him, Emily closed her eyes in delightful anticipation of being penetrated once more by that thick shaft. And there it was! The hard cock nudged at her vulva. She caught her breath. Her body tensed during the few moments of stillness. That delightful moment just before the vagina welcomes the invader. Such a delectable thing.

Then the shaft started it's exploration of her warm, slippery passage of mystery and joy. Emily gave herself entirely to the awareness of the stimulation of her whole nervous system, wallowing in the erotic nature of it. Her muscles fluttered as her loins churned. It was magical. Sex was always magical.

There's no other experience to match it. It's heavenly. Bending her knees, raising the buttocks, gave fuller access to her passage. She voiced her enjoyment, whispering words of encouragement. 'Oh, daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me. Give me every inch of that superb cock. It's gorgeous - it's wonderful. Mmm! Fill me with your holy spirit.'

Lost in the mental erotic thrill, Emily had no awareness of time pasing. But the inevitable result of the stimulation within her began to surface. The orgasm was there all right. Down there. It was begging to be released. Her loins rose and fell to batter against his groins, matching his rhythm.

She reached her hand between their thudding bodies, clawing at her clitoris. Stiffened fingers made urgent circular rubbing over it. Her eyes were screwed up. Her head started to roll from side to side. Moans escaped her throat. My God! She was coming. Loud grunts of effort escaped her father as he thudded into her mercilessly.

She desperately needed to climax. Her body was arching from the bed. Suddenly she realised the cock was ejaculating into her. The sperm of her brothers and sisters! It was out of this world! It was agony. She started to scream. The orgasm slammed into her like an electric shock. Whilst one hand was rapidly rubbing her clit, her other fist beat down on her father's shoulders as the spasms racked her body. Bloody hell! This was the greatest! Ecstatic pain. It seemed to go on and on.

The elation was too much for her. Emily collapsed into a brief blackout before rolling over to sink into a deep sleep. Peter eventually slid off the bed, looked down on his daughter before planting a soft kiss on the ravished vulva and going into the shower. His penis was finally pacified. His mind was at peace. 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 05



CHAPTER FIVE : STRANGE ENCOUNTERS

Because George was spending time in London on family business, and would not be home that night, Sarah had been invited by Susanna to spend the evening at the Vicarage for dinner. Peter, as ever, was a jovial host, knowing exactly the right mix of Bombay Sapphire gin and dry vermouth, with ice and lemon, to make a perfect cocktail. Sarah's favorite. He always had a fund of amusing stories about some of his parishioners to enliven things. All harmless, of course, an mainly untrue.

For her part, Sue was an excellent cook, so that the rack of lamb was delicious, served with roast vegetables and a herb salad. A fine bottle of Australian Shiraz Syrah was on hand to complement the meal. Peter knew how to choose the wines. Strawberries and cream to finish.

After the meal, the dishwasher filled and coffee on the hob, Peter had to leave to make various pastoral visits. Alone together, settled on the settee, Sarah and Sue relaxed in a mental haze of contented satisfaction, the lights reduced to a single lamp. They engaged in a lengthy kissing session, which both ladies relish, before doing what they most enjoy - making passionate love.

With soft lips gently nibbling together, tongues gently probing, they allowed their hands to slip down each of their blouses, finger tips feeling the satiny skin of their breasts, teasing the nipples until they stood hard and proud from the areola. Bras were deftly removed with kisses now being transferred to the nipples, fingers to the warmth of their damp inner thighs. 

Both knew the mysteries and secrets each other's body well enough to spend an hour delighting themselves with exploring fingers, lips, teeth and tongues. So in tune were the two ladies, that their urges rose slowly at a similar rhythm, murmuring words of undying love, expressing wondrous delight in the bodily charms of each other. Sue had the larger breasts, with a faint tracery of blue veins below the pale skin, whilst Sarah's were firm, well-rounded and unmarked.

Sue's groin had the thicker covering of dark pubic hair, neatly trimmed, but Sarah's light ginger curls covered a wider area of inner thigh and belly. Both had generous labia that could not be contained within the confines of the outer lips, with Sue's being rather higher up the vestibule than Sarah's, which dangled darkly, either side of her vaginal opening. They almost begged to be suckled and chewed. And although each of the ladies were very familiar with the other's sensitive genital areas, both delighted in re-visiting them as often as circumstances would allow. That was fairly frequently.

Knowing just how to arouse the other to a peak of ecstatic agony, hips trembled and loins churned as the sexual excitement grew deep inside, growing ever stronger as tireless tongues tangled with clits, nipping and sucking, whilst bunched fingers fondled vaginas, exploring them in a flurry of thrusts. Groans and squeals became louder, breathing more labored, until the physical climax could not be delayed for much longer in either of them.

At the exact crucial second, each inserted a little finger deep in the other's bottom, triggering explosive orgasms at almost exactly the same time, though Sue was a fraction ahead. But no-one was timing them.

Lying together as one, in each other's arms, purring with contentment after their luscious love-making, Sarah was taken by surprise at being asked by Susanna what she was thinking about. Sarah paused. Should she tell her friend about her eventful day she'd had, or would it make her jealous. She didn't want Sue to be disturbed.

'I think you'd be upset if I told you.'

Sue laughed. 'Not at all. Is it nice and sexy?'

'Promise you won't be cross with me?'

'Gosh darling! I can't wait for the revelations. Besides, you tell such wonderful, lovely stories. I could listen to them all day. The only trouble is, I never know when to believe them. They all sound so real.' Sue laughed again.

'Okay then.' And snuggling even closer, the room lit with just a single standard lamp, Sarah told Sue what she was thinking.

II

It wasn't often that we get a visit from a member of the local police, but I had an unexpected phone call at breakfast, from a lady with a very charming, almost musical low voice. She said she was Sergeant Carol Jackson asking if she might call in to have a chat with George and me. Well, I explained that George was in London, and not expected back until tomorrow.

'However, I am free for the afternoon,' I told her, 'if that will suit you. What time do you have in mind?'

'I come off duty at four,' she said, 'so I could call in some time after that, if convenient.'

And so that was arranged.

I dressed casually with a silk blouse over my lace bra. You know the ones. The blouse is rather revealing, though the breast pockets hide the center of most men's attention. I had put on a pair of cotton briefs and a patterned pleated skirt with those chocolate colored Charnos hold-up stockings and a pair of tan court shoes. A red chiffon neckie completed the outfit. I had my hair tied back to show off my pearl ear-rings.

It was an unusually busy, and very warm morning, with the Stately Home teaming with visitors. Amongst the crowd I spotted was one particular young lady I couldn't take my eyes off. She was very pretty, with a demure engaging smile giving her a serene look which first caught my eye. With a loose bolero top, she showed plenty of her young breasts, and a whole expanse of mid-rift. The tight pair of brief shorts she wore, had my imagination running wild.

Of course, the men in the group were trying hard to ignore her figure, and mostly failing, since she wasn't very tall and eyes kept dropping! I thought I detected one or two swellings in the trousers of some of them as their eyes strayed. I must admit that, like many women I know, I have always been something of a secret crotch-watcher, particularly when traveling on the train, as men walked down the gangways, but a beautiful female shape is equally rousing. The young lady's neat bottom is most enticing. I was itching to smooth my hands over the young lady's swellings, perhaps to slip an exploratory finger between her pale thighs.

She suddenly turned to catch me looking at her, and I'm sure she guessed what I was thinking. In fact, I probably gave the game away by coloring up a little. Anyway, she gave me a come-hither smile, with slightly raised eyebrows. I smiled back at her and decided to test her reaction. After jerking my head slightly as a signal for her to follow, I moved away from the group into a small side-room, where I went to stand, gazing out of the long windows overlooking the river. Sure enough, the young lady followed me in. Standing beside me she said hello.

I smiled at her. 'Hello! And you are from...?'

'France,' she said.

'Are you staying long?'

'We're touring with students.'

'How long are you here for?'

'Our coach leaves again in fifteen minutes.'

'That's a shame.'

'This is a lovely view.' Though she was looking at my bosom rather than the view from the window. Her eyes were full of curiosity. 

'Yes, one of my favorites.' My eyes wandered to her breasts. She had eased her bolero to one side, showing a glimpse of her nipple. Whether or not it was deliberate on her part, I had no idea, but my heart skipped a beat.

'The better views are lower down though,' I added, looking into her eyes. 'They're my real favorites.' 

er eyes met mine with a smile in them. I felt her hand lightly roll over the right cheek of my bottom. 'I though perhaps this was the powder-room?' 

'Oh, no, I'm sorry it's... ' Was this really happening, I thought, feeling her hand smooth gently over my skirt? 'Come, I'll show you.' And I led her down the hall, rather more hurriedly than necessary, and through the door to the toilet block, situated just to the right of the main building. It was a converted barn building. She followed me inside. The place was empty, but as I stood hesitating, the young lady went into the Baby Changing cubicle, which has rather more space than the normal loos. Her eyes beckoned me to join her. Was she serious? With my heart in my mouth, I went in after her, closing and locking the door, my emotions in turmoil.

Here was a young foreign stranger, openly inviting me to have a sexual encounter. And here was I, desperate to join in. I couldn't really grasp the situation. When I turned back to her, breathing heavily with expectation, she had unfastened the bolero to expose her full breasts. Not overly big, but perfect on her slender body. My eyes were glued to the pink nipples, standing erect. Neither of us spoke. She lowered herself to sit on the toilet lid, whilst taking my hands in hers, to draw me towards her.

Her hands then moved onto my calves, sliding up the outer legs, scooping up the hem of my summer skirt to display my white cotton briefs. Her hands continued moving to encircle my bottom, as she sank to her knees, lowering her head into my crotch, inhaling deeply. The feel of her breath on my gusset almost had me blowing my top there and then. Fingers peeled the briefs down my thighs as her mouth started to engage with the warm labia.

It was all happening so quickly. My knees hinged apart for her to get at my sensitive parts. Nose, lips and tongue were everywhere between my thighs. My hands grappled with her breasts, my heart beating wildly, whilst her lips sucked and licked all over my gash, which by this time, was oozing freely. This was crazy! All I could think of was the feeling building up inside me.

The tension rose rapidly, filling my loins with delicious tremors. I squeezed my eyes and the tongue expertly sought out every sensitive part of my vulva. I gasped for breath as the orgasm surged and boiled over, my loins pressing hard against her mouth. It had been so fast - so urgent - so necessary. I had been feeling sexy all morning so guess I was almost there already at the mere thought of feeling the center of this young beauty.

Urging me into my knees, she tugged the shorts from her waist, to present her groin to my face. It was my turn. She was waxed as smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. All white and pink. Her fingers pulled her small labia apart to uncover the pink wet flesh within. Her clitoris was as erect as a cock. Almost white.

With a mouth dry from sheer lust, I fastened my lips on it, sucking and nibbling for all I was worth. So smooth! And wet! The poor girl was gasping, trying hard not to call out. Her loins worked against my face, jerking and fluttering, her hands pressing against the back of my head, until a final jolt told me that her orgasm had racked her. She gave a series of explosive grunts. For several seconds she rubbed her groin on my face, until the spasms subsided. With a final sigh, she bent down to kiss my lips as she pulled up her shorts.

Tying her bolero, with her ear cocked to the door, satisfied there was no-one else in the rest-room, she slipped back the bolt and slipped away, leaving me still kneeling - and reeling. Had I imagined the whisper 'I needed that so very badly ma'am,' or was it for real? Who cares? I had been in desperate need of it as well. With my mind still trying to take in the unexpected sexual exchange, I repaired my make up, washed hands after deeply inhaling a final sniff of her juices, and tidied myself. The whole episode had lasted barely ten minutes!

As the group were leaving, I happened to meet up with them. The young lady smiled sweetly at me. 'Thank you so much for a most satisfying tour. Such wonderful views and excellent service!'

II

'I wish I could have joined in , or, at least, watched you,' was Sue's response to Sarah's story.

'Ah, but I haven't finished yet. The day had more surprises.'

'Do tell'

'After you've given me a kiss,' Sarah laughed. And after a prolonged, passionate kiss, during which the two lovers fondled each other's secret, seeking out the wet warmth of their inner thighs, Sarah continued with her tale, with Sue cradled in her arms. 

Later in the afternoon, feeling rather worn out, I settled down for a rest in our private apartment. After pouring myself a Martini with ice and lemon, I slipped off my skirt and blouse to let the cool air circulate round my boobs, having forgotten all about the appointment I had made. Relaxing in the corner of the sofa, the cold drink trickled down my throat, as my fingers slipped between my thighs, idly rubbing my genitals. The memory of the episode with the French young lady with her soft naked groin was filling my thoughts, when the internal phone rang to say that the police sergeant had arrived. I cursed inwardly, quickly scrambling back into the skirt and blouse, and running my palms over my hair.

There was the tap at the door. On opening it, I was confronted by a tallish lady of about forty I'd guess, wearing her uniform and police hat. She gave me a dazzling smile as I invited her to come into the room. I recognized her immediately as an occasional member of the church congregation. I mean, you couldn't help but remember the tall, well-built woman with short, dark chestnut brown hair, and pleasant features. Her hazel eyes and lightly freckled nose gave her a fresh, clean girlish appearance. She was certainly attractive.

'Sorry, sergeant, I was just having a break from the duties of being hostess. Can I get you a drink?'

'Thank you. I shouldn't really, but since I've just come off duty and you seem to be enjoying an aperitif, perhaps I might join you for one.'

'Take a seat and make yourself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as this hot weather allows.' I went across the room to the cocktail bar to pour her a stiff Martini, with ice and lemon, whilst examining the profile of the handsome policewoman. And, as is always the case with me, I speculated on what was lurking beneath the uniform. I just can't help it. Women do attract me, I'm afraid. Particularly well-built, sophisticated figures such as Sergeant Carol Jackson's.

She looked very good indeed, I must say. Tall and well-built! Long shapely legs. Wonderful drooping buttocks, stretching the fabric of her skirt. Mm, I wondered what lurked between them. The black stockings only served to make her thighs look more sexy.

After handing her the glass, I sank down beside her.

'Cheers!'

'Thanks ma'am.'

'And to what do we owe this visit Sergeant?'

She smiled. Her eyes danced at me. 'Well... it's a bit awkward in a way... I hope you're broad minded.'

'None more-so.' I wondered what on earth I had to be broad-minded about.

'You have a small private car park at the rear of the property.'

'Ye-es! It is used by the staff mainly. It's rather too far from the main entrance for the public, but the staff can get in to the house through the side entrance. It is quite secure, though.'

'I'm sure it is. Do you make use of it ma'am?'

'Not usually. We have a private entrance to the garage block at the side. All very well protected. CCTV cameras, and alarms connected to the local police station - as you may know.'

'Ah. Well, you probably aren't aware that your small car park at the rear is used by doggers in the evenings.'

I looked at her with open mouth. I think I was too surprised to blush. 'Doggers?'

'That's right. Are you aware what doggers are?' She smiled sweetly.

'It may surprise you to learn that I am, sergeant.' I laughed. 'I have had three husbands in my time, and done my share of furtive sex in the back seat. I was quite an active young lady. But dogging is a fairly new form of sexual encounter I believe.'

'Well, people have been having sex in the back of cars for many years, as you just said - and in the long grass before cars were invented no doubt. And have been spied on by peeping-toms. But it's much more open now. All part of the excitement. Fun sex. Exhibitionism and some swinging.'

I took a swig of Martini and laughed again, to cover my slight embarrassment.

She went on. 'Some people get a kick from having sex in public - and sharing with strangers, perhaps.'

'Is all this legal?' I asked.

'Well, it depends. Providing no-one complains. And the doggers usually take care to have their fun later in the evening - after ten - in secluded car parks, or lay-byes. The point is whether or not you or your husband object to your property being used for that purpose.'

I remembered George and me having sex in his car one evening, many years ago. We were both so keyed up, we couldn't wait to get to a bedroom. It was fairly dark and there was no-one around. Or so we thought! In fact, there was a guy in the bushes on top of a hillock on our right. As we fucked in the back seat, George kneeling between my splayed thighs, the car rocking rather violently, the guy crawled towards us, trying to keep out of our sight lines.

When he reached the side window he peered in at us. I could see him though the wing mirror. He had his cock in his hand. I remember it giving me an extra thrill to think we were being watched. As I climaxed, watching him jerk off, I saw him ejaculate against the door and then scamper off. I don't think George noticed. If he had, he would have chased the guy off I think. When we got home, I took a surreptitious look at the door panel and, sure enough there was the evidence. 

'Another Martini?' I asked, refilling her glass without waiting for the reply. 'Who are these people? I mean, are they just young kids out for a quickie, or...'

'Heavens, no! They all respectable people... providing you accept that respectable people have secret sex lives! Bank managers, solicitors, financiers, business men - mostly middle England people - women as well as men!'

'Gosh! Well - I doubt if we have any objections. After all, they're not doing any harm are they? Providing they take their evidence home with them.'

'Oh, they always do that.'

'Are there lesbians involved as well?' I asked casually.

'Probably,' she laughed. Carol gave me a quizzical look with a gleam in her eyes.'Would those be of more interest to you?'

I smiled. 'I might take a look tonight. Just for the fun of it. There's a Security Guard hut we don't use any more. It's at the top end of the car park and controls the side gate to the house. All locked up of course. You can see whatever's going on in the car park from there.'

I had forgotten for the moment that I was invited to dinner with Heather and her husband, Peter, at the vicarage.

Carol stood up. She was a truly lovely woman. Like Juno, the Grecian goddess. She put her glass on the side table, smoothing down her clothes. What a superb figure she had. Her pencil skirt hugged the hips, accentuating the curves. I'd love to get my hands on her, I thought.

'Well... I must be going... I'm taking up too much of your time.'

I stood to join her, my eyes searching hers. I want her, I thought, my urges getting the better of me. I can't explain to myself why, but she's so attractive and sexy. So... mysterious. I think Carol must have been able to read my mind. She returned the look, sizing up each other. Neither of us spoke or moved, but I noticed her lick her lips quickly and softly, to moisten them. They were not too full, but a nice shape and color, I thought. There was a small dark mole in the right corner of her upper lip.

Carol was examining my lips and face as well. I think we both knew what we wanted. Standing there, just gazing at each other, very slowly, our faces closed in and our lips finally met. I didn't need an explanation. I just wanted to touch her. To feel her lips. The warmth of her cheeks. We kissed lightly at first... no more than an exploration. Then, finding it to our mutual liking, pressed more firmly together until our lips were chewing softly. Hm! Wonderful delicate lips. There's no doubt at all that women are much better kissers than men.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 05



Our bodies were drawn closer together. It was then that I felt her hands wander down my back, the palms rubbing my bottom, feeling the contours of the cheeks. Oh! So wonderful! I wasn't really fully aware of what she was doing - I was just letting things happen. With open mouths our tongues were hungrily exploring each other. I wrapped my arms round her waist, inside the waistband to find her bare flesh. Breaking our kiss, our cheeks touched together and rubbed gently. My body was aflame with lust, loins churning, hungry for her. I wondered if her pants were getting as wet as mine - very slippy! Vaginal juices were oozing freely. I was desperate for her touch down there.

'Don't go yet' I whispered in her ear, stroking her bottom with one hand, the other brushing against her jacket to feel her breasts. My head was on her neck, my nose nuzzling her hair line, whilst inhaling the lovely scent of her skin and hair. So warm and sexy. She uses lavender soap, I thought. I noticed another mole on the slope of her shoulder.

Then she moved. With my eyes closed, I felt her slide onto her knees in front of me, my mind was in a whirl. Was she going to lick my pussy I wondered? That's a crazy thought! I wish, I wish! But... Oh, yes please. Yes, yes, yes, please! Not daring to look, I gasped lightly aware of her hands circling my thighs, her head slipping beneath the hem of my skirt. My heart was thudding. You know the feeling!

The next thing I knew, her breath was like a light breeze on my groin. So magical! I was so very tense with anticipation. By this time, I was gasping for breath, all on edge. It was so amazing. Knickers were carefully eased aside and - wow! - I felt the tip of her tongue slide between my labia - wet through, and anxious for attention. 

Oh, my god! Legs turning to jelly, my loins fluttered wildly. I felt the tension tugging at muscles in buttocks and groin. It was unbelievable. I couldn't stand upright any longer. With knees buckling, my hands rested on her head to prevent me from collapsing on top of her. With uncontrollable shaking legs, breath held, my loins burst in a deluge of stunning spasms. I cried out in delirious joy as I lunged again and again and again at the face between my thighs. My jerks were uncontrollable. This was ridiculous! But so very marvelous! A sudden irresistible orgasm. Just like that! Shattered apart! I collapsed into the armchair, panting for breath, loins twitching. Phew! It had all been so sudden and unexpected. Christ! What an orgasm!

When I recovered my breath, Carol was kneeling beside me, removing my blouse and bra. My skirt had already been taken off, probably during the sudden activity of a few moments ago. I was limp! But Carol fixed her mouth on my right nipple to suckle, whilst toying with the other between her thumb and fingers. It felt great! Tucking my hand into the top of her blouse, I pushed the palm over her right breast, gently squeezing the stiff nipple. What a marvelous firm, soft swelling.

But, before I had the chance to enjoy feeling her, Carol lowered her head down my belly, squatting between my thighs. Glancing down, I could see she was studying the golden framed vulva. After parting the thighs wide open, her face moved into the hairy groin. The feel of her lips on my valley had me trembling once again. Her chestnut hair hung over my belly as she went to work on me. The magic of her tongue brought me to a peak of fervor, loins flexing, muscles contracting. I moaned and groaned to a second climax of ecstacy. As my loins shook more and more violently, so her mouth chewed at me harder. I was climbing the peak of delight. The spasms, when they started, seemed to got on for ever. Crashing over me like a succession of waves.

'Oh, God! More! Marvelous! Oo yes! Yes!' Crying out for more, it wasn't until I felt her finger drive deep into my rectum that I leaped as though hit by a bolt of lightning, the convulsion throwing Carol from me. My body writhed and writhed as I cried and screamed in agonizing bliss. Fuck! Fuck! Bloody hell! I'm in heaven, I thought. My whole being wrapped in a blanket of delight. Two quick orgasms. I could hardly believe it. This woman could have me on the verge all day, I thought! Ever so slowly, with a long sigh, I relaxed in a warmth of physical happiness.

But Carol had more to give. Taking me in her arms, she eased me onto the floor. Lying me on my back, she hoisted my hips high and wide, exposing the tousled genitals. Standing astride me, between my thighs, she lowered her own loins over mine until out vulvas were meshing together. Our two clits massaged each other. It was out of this world! Carol was getting very emotionally involved.

'Come on! Come on!' she urged herself, 'Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!' Both vaginas were oozing, sticky with our honeyed juices. I managed to get my fingers onto her clitoris - and what a clit! - and finally into her vagina. She slumped over me, allowing my fingers to penetrate her, fucking her hard as she moaned in my mouth. Three - then four - then all five fingers worked in her secret passage of joy. Then, to my surprise, my whole fist disappeared into her. She was calling out for more. More!

I fucked her hard with my hand, feeling her stimulated body heaving and rolling. Taking my cue from Carol's earlier act, the index finger of my other hand penetrated her rectum. The effect was electric! Carol went into a paroxysm of passion. As she jerked and jolted, groaning loudly, my hand slipped from her, allowing me to study her vulva. It was spread open, labia apart, vagina dilated, from which there was a starchy trickle.

Needless to say, Carol had a beautiful vulva. The most beautiful one is always the one you're looking at! But this was something else! It was fleshy. Really fleshy! There were more small moles on her outer lips. I wanted to remember them all. Her vestibule was full of little delights. Surrounding the opening to her treasure chest were four pink petals, guarding the secret of her inner bower, now dilated to welcome the visitor to the center of her juicy body.

The outstanding feature of Carol's vestibule was at its peak - her clitoris, resembling the end of my little finger. It was about an inch long, thrusting proudly from the hood. It was for all the world like the head of a very small penis, except of course, there was no pee hole, the hood acting as its foreskin from whish the labia drooped on either side. I was fascinated by it. I had only ever seen one oversized clit before, but this was by far the biggest! I could take hold of it between my finger and thumb to masturbate it, making Carol squirm and jerk with delight. The whole area of her vulva was framed in a wonderful oval of chestnut curls. It was gloriously magnificent!

As I gazed on her treasures, I could feel her sensitive fingers exploring my own vulva, carefully checking what I had to offer. We lay together, side by side, head to navel for many long minutes, studying each other. Fingers and lips and tongues were busy searching the delights before us, seeking out the hidden crevices, the soft lumps and swellings, as I memorized every little detail. It was a long drawn out sensuous session, leading each other inevitably into shimmering ripples of ecstacy washing over our bodies.

Eventually I sucked on her large clit, giving it a blow-job with my lips, feeling Carol throb with involuntary muscular contractions. My own limbs responded to the stimulus of her touch. We clung together, grappling in desperation at our vulvas with our lips and teeth, as the spasms once again shook through us. Whimpering, sighing and moaning, unable to contain our mutual glorious agony, until we cried out our ecstatic joy together. 

The time came for Carol to leave, promising to return sometime soon. But I knew she wouldn't. It was a brief, wonderful, wild casual affair we had both drank to the full. Now it was time to shower and prepare for dinner with Peter and Susanna.

Through the telling of the strange encounter, Susanna didn't speak. She just played with her favorite toy - Sarah's vulva - and nibbled at her breasts. She was turned on again, and desperate for Sarah's whole attention. They made love again. 
THE THIRD ENCOUNTER

On the drive home from the vicarage that evening, after a pleasant meal, followed by an hour of delicious love making with Susanna, when her husband had gone out on a pastoral visit, Sarah still felt curiously unfulfilled with a deep uneasiness inside. The wonderful orgasms with Sue, gratifying though they were, had left her wanting something else. There was still an ache in the pit of her belly. A feeling of hunger. And she knew what it was. She wanted a cock! Thick and hard! The craving was gnawing at her.

These sexual urges had been more frequent recently. Sex was becoming a more demanding part of her life. And with George away, there could be no satisfaction from her husband at bedtime. Not that it would have been very exciting, even if he was at home! Her mind slipped back to the afternoon with Carol and her talk of dogging in the rear car park of the house. She wondered about it. No, she thought. The idea's absurd. Me? Dogging? But hang on - with spare cock around and no questions asked? Just undiluted copulation. No affection. No pretense. No commitment. Just shagging!

The thought was turning round and mind in her mind. After all, she thought, no-one would ever know. Just a hard fuck! Thrilling! After all, that's what the female body was created for in basic terms. Copulation! The whole purpose of a woman's body was to be penetrated by a man's cock. To procreate. As the idea strengthened, her resolve weakened. Well, taking a look wouldn't harm, would it? Just out of curiosity.

The thought of a possible sexual encounter persisted as she garaged the car, getting her all worked up. Making sure all the alarms were switched on before entering the house, Sarah went into the study of the private apartment to switch on the CCTV monitor screen. Although the bank of screens were in the Security Manager's office, they had a separate monitor installed in their private apartment which could be switched between the individual CCTVs throughout the house to check security.

Sarah picked up the remote control, pressing the Copse Car-park button. The screen flickered to life. Her eyebrows raised with disbelief. There were five cars in the park. It wasn't a very big car park, so the cars were never far apart from one another. Couples in and around the cars, were engaged in various sexual activities. In one car, half-hidden from her, the tail gate was up and a woman was lying on her back in the boot being shagged by a big guy. All Sarah could see of the woman was her splayed legs and ankles above the roof of the car.

That decided her! She wanted some of the action. If she got cold feet when the time came, she could always back off. After her session with Sue, Sarah had not put her bra back on, thinking there was no point just for the drive home. Now, she quickly peeled off her knickers as well, so that she was dressed only in her blouse and dirndl skirt, though she always wore a suspender belt and sheer dark blue stockings, for Sue. Sue found them sexy. After a visit to the bathroom, a quick check in the dressing mirror showed that she was presentable. She certaily was! Well, Sarah was very attractive. Some guy might get lucky!

Passing through the house to the back staff entrance, Sarah disabled the alarms, before slipping out of the door into the copse. It was as though in a dream. Unreal! The light had faded, but the air was still balmy and quite warm. The trees and bushes hid the house from the car park. She would creep into the corner of the park to take a long look at what was going on before deciding whether or not to join in, if the opportunity arose. Opening the security gate, Sarah crept through, treading carefully trying to avoid making a noise, heart pounding and mouthy dry.

But as soon as she emerged from the trees in to the car park, Sarah was confronted by a five-door VW Passat estate parked right in the corner before her. She almost bumped into it! It was metallic grey and very new-looking. Both the driver's door and the rear passenger door facing away from the entrance to the park, were wide open. Parked beyond that was a top of the range silver Ford Focus, and a black Saab five-door saloon. A fourth car at the far end was a gold Nissan Pathfinder. The fifth car had evidently left. In each car, couples were copulating in all positions. Some inside the cars, but one woman was bending over the bonnet, being shagged doggy style. It was mind boggling! So much to take in. 

Sarah's attention was quickly drawn back to the car in front of her. The interior lights were on, allowing anyone to see clearly the couple on the back seat. To get a better view of the action, she moved to the driver's open door. The woman in the back seat was crouched forward on the man's lap, her hips bouncing up and down. She was a large lady, probably in her forties from what Sarah could guess, with short dark hair and expensive ear-rings. Not particularly beautiful, but who cared?

Her lipsticked mouth was wrapped tightly over the cock of the guy in the front seats. Head pressed against the roof of the car, the guy was kneeling, thighs wide apart, on both front seats so that his cock was thrust forward between the bucket seats. With his trousers and underwear round his ankles, his bare bottom was expansive, the muscles flexing.

The woman had her dark-blue skirt round her waist, straddling the man's loins, whilst he clawed at her dangling long breasts. The bra was somewhere round her neck, her blouse flapping open. Sarah was awestruck by the sight and the sound of their enjoyment of the action. In fact, she was totally mesmerised, feeling very turned on by the sight of a couple fucking so close to her.

The unmistakable sound of the woman's vagina squelching up and down on the cock, really started her lubricating glands to work overtime. Sarah felt a momentary embarrassment, though quickly realizing that all the couples in the park were there to exhibit themselves. To show off. It was their fun. Anyone was welcome to watch them. The disappointment was that she was unable to see the cock actually submerging itself into the hairy crevice designed for it. She longed to see the penetration.

Sarah had been vaguely aware of another car pulling into the car park to join the others. A car door was heard to close across the park, but she was too engrossed in what was going on in the Passat to take much notice. There were soft, cautious footsteps behind her, then she felt it! A hand pressing gently on her bottom. Catching her breath, Sarah suddenly tensed, with a cold trickle down her spine. Goose pimples broke out on her arms. Oh my God! Having her bottom stroked lowered all her defenses. She loved her bum being stroked. It was well padded, sagging slightly to form a deep crease below the cheeks.

Resisting the temptation to turn round, she sensed the man standing behind her left shoulder, feeling his breath on her neck. He had to remain anonymous, otherwise she'd back off. A soft cultured voice whispered in her ear.

'May I? Are you available?'

The moment had arrived. The moment Sarah had waited for impatiently, but the moment she dreaded coming. An irreversible decision had to be made. Her body screamed out, yes please, but her mind was in turmoil. Should she allow this man to fondle her with his strange fingers - perhaps even penetrate her intimacy?

With a dry mouth, her heart beating faster, she tried to reason with herself. She could say 'sorry! not right now'. But it was no use. No words came. All that she could think of was the hand stroking her bottom. It was then that Sarah had this sudden crazy thought, that the man on the back seat with his cock up the woman bouncing on it, was her husband George. She could imagine watching George shag another woman.

The effect was electric. As if it had a mind all of its own, her left hand reached behind her, wildly groping for the man's crotch. Wow! Bull's eyes! Sarah gasped out loud as her hand encountered a hard shaft. His cock! It was already bared for action, she thought, complete with condom. The first cock she had felt other than her husbands for many years! It felt marvelous. But, that gesture was as good as saying yes to the stranger. Actions speaking louder than words. If she didn't actually say the work, she could pretend to herself that she hadn't really agreed.

The hand reached down to the rear hem of Sarah's skirt, scooping under it, fingers stroking the inside of her silk-encased thighs. They came across the creases below her buttocks, trailing a path across both cheeks. With no knickers to impede its progress, it felt so very erotic. Wicked! Sinful! But so exciting! Sarah held her breath in anticipation, squeezing the muscles as the fingers lingered and toyed with her bum. Surely this couldn't be happening to her, she thought. The idea was too ridiculous. But it was!

It was too late for her to go back now. At least, that what she told herself. And anyway, as the hand slowly explored the softness of the area between her thighs, not yet touching her soaking vulva, Sarah was desperate to fondle the cock behind her. She concentrated on the contours. Squeezing and stroking. It was a curious shape. It was thick - though not as thick as George's she thought.

Her husband had what they called a six by six penis, that is the length and circumference, making it quite a substantial piece of manhood. It was straight, whereas the one in her hand being eagerly investigated, had a distinct curve, with the head bent upwards at a sharp angle. Sarah had never felt a penis shaped like this before. It was riveting. She needed time to feel it all over.

By now, the man had reached the ridges of her drooping labia, prodding them, then gently probing the valley in between and the entrance to her vagina. Sarah was gasping heavily. She wanted cock so very badly. Her body was ravenous for it. Her whole being was crying out for penetration. But the man was in no hurry to start the assault. His first interest was to examine the territory. To carry out a sortie of the surroundings and ponder over the ground, which was rather damp. With expert skill, the fingers got into every crevice, feeling each little area, until satisfied that the desirable citadel was ready to be approached and breeched.

Sarah could feel her limbs trembling with anticipation. Unable to wait any longer, she pulled the cock towards her buttocks, pressing it into the crack of her bottom, willing it to penetrate, whilst all the time, imagining the man in the back seat to be George. It was a revelation to her to realize that she would love to watch her husband fucking another woman. Sinking his cock into her supple, private den.

The thought added to her own need. With her free hand, Sarah pulled up her skirt to drape over her waist as she bent forward, presenting her buttocks to the man behind, offering her eager vagina.

Satisfied that there was no obstacle to entering the cave of hidden precious treasures and delight, the man needed no other encouragement. With her eyes never leaving the sight of the couple in the back of the car, Sarah felt the end of the curiously shaped cock edge between her aroused, fleshy labia, seeking the passage to sexual fulfillment.

'Yes, yes! Do it!', she muttered thickly, more to herself than the man. 'Now!' That fantastic, unique sensation of a hard cock sliding its way into the secret enclosure of the vagina, filled Sarah with a feeling of supreme joy and consummation. She steadied herself by gripping either side of the frame of the car door, bending forward, pressing her buttocks backwards, reassuring the cock of its welcome into her passage of paradise, stretching its walls and stimulating the nerve-linings to unbelievable heights of ecstacy.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 05



Sarah sighed heavily with the sweet agony of it. The strange shape of the cock added to the thrill. For all the extraordinary heights of rapture Sue could raise her to, with her tongue and fingers, in spite of the fantastic sensation she had experienced with the French girl and the Police Sergeant earlier that day, there was absolutely nothing in the world, nothing at all, to compare with the crowning glory of being filled to bursting with a man's warm hard cock. It was heaven! Paradise! Pure rapture!

The cock thrust in and out with a regular rhythm. Sarah was thinking of nothing else but being fulfilled in the way her body was designed to be used. Glorious! Adorable! Hey eyes half-closed, lost in the incomparable physical thrill of carnal copulation.

As her body slowly rose to the peak of excitement, with squirming thighs and trembling muscles, the rhythm of the thrusting cock was getting erratic. The guy in the car was also grunting, pushing hard at the woman's mouth. Sarah slid her hand between her thighs, splaying her fingers around the vulva, on either side of the cock thudding in and out, stimulating her clitoris. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!

It was clear to Sarah that he was near his climax, as she was nearing her own orgasm. She couldn't stop moaning, whimpering, wanting the desperately needed release, though hoping the sensual throbbing would go on for ever. It started slowly, intensely deep in her belly. It pulsated the full length of her erect clitoris. Yes! It was there. It was coming! Swirling! A volcano waiting to erupt! Teeming deep down.

Suddenly things started to happen quickly at almost at the same time. First, the guy in the front seat of the car pulled his cock from the woman's red-rimmed mouth, twisted his waist round in the seat, pointing his rigid cock at Sarah's face which was facing inside the car. She stared in disbelief at the bulbous head, foreskin pulled back. It was being held between thumb and two fingers - he was jerking it.

After a heart-stopping moment frozen in time, Sarah watched the cock eject a thick jet of starch-like fluid which splattered over her nose and right cheek. The second splayed over her hair, upper cheek and face. The third and fourth covered her upper lip before she could latch her mouth onto the heaving cock, taking the final splashes in her mouth. As she was engaged in suckling the cock, Sarah heard the snap as the man behind pulled out of her, snatching off the condom. He thrust his cock between her hand and pubic hair.

Sarah, now poised on the very peak, pressed it against her groin, waiting for the deluge. There was a second's pause, then the first discharge gushed into her palm. Then another. Wow! Again and again. Then another and yet another. As the final spasm oozed into her palm, Sarah rubbed the ejaculate all over the shaft and her swollen mound and clit, trying to trigger her orgasm.

Her body was on fire, bubbling over with lust. Rippling on the surface. Oh, hell, where was it? She was crying out for it. 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Shit!' And it finally hit her. Sarah bucked violently as the volcano within her erupted. Her buttocks jerked and twisted out of control with the beautiful agony. Moaning and mewling, she heaved and trembled with spasms of incredible power shattering her body. The heaving spasms seemed to go on for ever. The cock in her mouth was softening. The cock in her groin had withdrawn, leaving her cupping her vulva in the thick puddle in her palm.

The trembling finally subsided. Sarah pushed herself upright from the car door, shaking her skirt down. Phew! What a fantastic experience! What an orgasm! She walked away reluctantly, without glancing back, into the trees and shrubs. As the sperm on her face thinned and slowly trickled over her lips, she ran her tongue over them to lick it off, savoring the slightly salty, tangy taste. It reminded her of oysters. She loved oysters!

In some sort of daze, she opened the gate and slipped inside, securing the gate behind her. Whilst walking up the path, Sarah felt the sperm oozing from her vagina, trickling down her inner thigh. She lifted her right hand to her face to inhale deeply. The pungent smell of the other sperm, still in her palm. It was quite different to the taste in her mouth. Faintly like bleach.

Inside the house, doors locked and alarms set, Sarah climbed the staircase to the apartment, still in a daze. In the bathroom, she looked in the mirror at her sperm-stained face, droplets still on her chin. Her mascara had run, staining the trickle of sperm that had splashed over her eyelid and dribbled down her cheek. There was a streak of sperm in her hair above her ear. Gosh, she thought, he was certainly generous with his seed.

Sarah scrutinized the palm of the hand that had collected the sperm of the stranger behind her. These were the first samples of sperm Sarah had looked at for years. Well, since marrying George. And that, she thought, is what it's all about. That sticky mess. Amazing! A few squirts of liquid out of a man's cock. We women go crazy to get it. And men go crazy to give it. Go to ridiculous lengths to eject it.

After studying it for a few moments, recalling the sensation of the man's cock thrusting into her, she slipped off her skirt, allowing it to shutter round her ankles. Sarah reached between her parted thighs, scooping the juices that had collected in the base of the vulva on to the pads of the two middle fingers of her left hand. Generously coated, she transferred the fingers to her lips, rubbing her juices into her mouth and tongue, tasting the tangy musky flavor of her own intimate nectar. Mmmm! That's delicious, she thought.

Then Sarah rubbed the sticky palm of her right hand all over her wet, warm vulva. Ahh, yes! That's what it's all about really. That lovely feeling of contentment when you play with your genitals. Sarah wished she could have actually seen the cock fucking the vagina, though. Slipping in and out of the stretched lips clinging eagerly to the shaft. Leaning against the edge of the bath tub, not able to put it off a second longer, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

Sarah watched herself masturbate with the two middle fingers rolling in a circular motion over and round her clit. Slowly at first, then getting faster and firmer, her mind dwelling on the activities in the car park. As her imagination replayed the moment the cock had exploded over her face, the resulting soft climax reverberating through her was so delightful! A perfect end to a very active day.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 06



CHAPTER SIX THE THIRD ENCOUNTER

On the drive home from the vicarage that evening, after a pleasant meal, followed by an hour of delicious love making with Susanna, when her husband had gone out on a pastoral visit, Sarah still felt curiously unfulfilled with a deep uneasiness inside. The wonderful orgasms with Sue, gratifying though they were, had left her wanting something else. There was still an ache in the pit of her belly. A feeling of hunger. And she knew what it was. She wanted a cock! Thick and hard! The craving was gnawing at her.

These sexual urges had been more frequent recently. Sex was becoming a more demanding part of her life. And with George away, there could be no satisfaction from her husband at bedtime. Not that it would have been very exciting, even if he was at home! Her mind slipped back to the afternoon with Carol and her talk of dogging in the rear car park of the house. She wondered about it. No, she thought. The idea's absurd. Me? Dogging? But hang on - with spare cock around and no questions asked? Just undiluted copulation. No affection. No pretense. No commitment. Just shagging!

The thought was turning round and mind in her mind. After all, she thought, no-one would ever know. Just a hard fuck! Thrilling! After all, that's what the female body was created for in basic terms. Copulation! The whole purpose of a woman's body was to be penetrated by a man's cock. To procreate. As the idea strengthened, her resolve weakened. Well, taking a look wouldn't harm, would it? Just out of curiosity.

The thought of a possible sexual encounter persisted as she garaged the car, getting her all worked up. Making sure all the alarms were switched on before entering the house, Sarah went into the study of the private apartment to switch on the CCTV monitor screen. Although the bank of screens were in the Security Manager's office, they had a separate monitor installed in their private apartment which could be switched between the individual CCTVs throughout the house to check security.

Sarah picked up the remote control, pressing the Copse Car-park button. The screen flickered to life. Her eyebrows raised with disbelief. There were five cars in the park. It wasn't a very big car park, so the cars were never far apart from one another. Couples in and around the cars, were engaged in various sexual activities. In one car, half-hidden from her, the tail gate was up and a woman was lying on her back in the boot being shagged by a big guy. All Sarah could see of the woman was her splayed legs and ankles above the roof of the car.

That decided her! She wanted some of the action. If she got cold feet when the time came, she could always back off. After her session with Sue, Sarah had not put her bra back on, thinking there was no point just for the drive home. Now, she quickly peeled off her knickers as well, so that she was dressed only in her blouse and dirndl skirt, though she always wore a suspender belt and sheer dark blue stockings, for Sue. Sue found them sexy. After a visit to the bathroom, a quick check in the dressing mirror showed that she was presentable. She certaily was! Well, Sarah was very attractive. Some guy might get lucky!

Passing through the house to the back staff entrance, Sarah disabled the alarms, before slipping out of the door into the copse. It was as though in a dream. Unreal! The light had faded, but the air was still balmy and quite warm. The trees and bushes hid the house from the car park. She would creep into the corner of the park to take a long look at what was going on before deciding whether or not to join in, if the opportunity arose. Opening the security gate, Sarah crept through, treading carefully trying to avoid making a noise, heart pounding and mouthy dry.

But as soon as she emerged from the trees in to the car park, Sarah was confronted by a five-door VW Passat estate parked right in the corner before her. She almost bumped into it! It was metallic grey and very new-looking. Both the driver's door and the rear passenger door facing away from the entrance to the park, were wide open. Parked beyond that was a top of the range silver Ford Focus, and a black Saab five-door saloon. A fourth car at the far end was a gold Nissan Pathfinder. The fifth car had evidently left. In each car, couples were copulating in all positions. Some inside the cars, but one woman was bending over the bonnet, being shagged doggy style. It was mind boggling! So much to take in. 

Sarah's attention was quickly drawn back to the car in front of her. The interior lights were on, allowing anyone to see clearly the couple on the back seat. To get a better view of the action, she moved to the driver's open door. The woman in the back seat was crouched forward on the man's lap, her hips bouncing up and down. She was a large lady, probably in her forties from what Sarah could guess, with short dark hair and expensive ear-rings. Not particularly beautiful, but who cared?

Her lipsticked mouth was wrapped tightly over the cock of the guy in the front seats. Head pressed against the roof of the car, the guy was kneeling, thighs wide apart, on both front seats so that his cock was thrust forward between the bucket seats. With his trousers and underwear round his ankles, his bare bottom was expansive, the muscles flexing.

The woman had her dark-blue skirt round her waist, straddling the man's loins, whilst he clawed at her dangling long breasts. The bra was somewhere round her neck, her blouse flapping open. Sarah was awestruck by the sight and the sound of their enjoyment of the action. In fact, she was totally mesmerised, feeling very turned on by the sight of a couple fucking so close to her.

The unmistakable sound of the woman's vagina squelching up and down on the cock, really started her lubricating glands to work overtime. Sarah felt a momentary embarrassment, though quickly realizing that all the couples in the park were there to exhibit themselves. To show off. It was their fun. Anyone was welcome to watch them. The disappointment was that she was unable to see the cock actually submerging itself into the hairy crevice designed for it. She longed to see the penetration.

Sarah had been vaguely aware of another car pulling into the car park to join the others. A car door was heard to close across the park, but she was too engrossed in what was going on in the Passat to take much notice. There were soft, cautious footsteps behind her, then she felt it! A hand pressing gently on her bottom. Catching her breath, Sarah suddenly tensed, with a cold trickle down her spine. Goose pimples broke out on her arms. Oh my God! Having her bottom stroked lowered all her defenses. She loved her bum being stroked. It was well padded, sagging slightly to form a deep crease below the cheeks.

Resisting the temptation to turn round, she sensed the man standing behind her left shoulder, feeling his breath on her neck. He had to remain anonymous, otherwise she'd back off. A soft cultured voice whispered in her ear.

'May I? Are you available?'

The moment had arrived. The moment Sarah had waited for impatiently, but the moment she dreaded coming. An irreversible decision had to be made. Her body screamed out, yes please, but her mind was in turmoil. Should she allow this man to fondle her with his strange fingers - perhaps even penetrate her intimacy?

With a dry mouth, her heart beating faster, she tried to reason with herself. She could say 'sorry! not right now'. But it was no use. No words came. All that she could think of was the hand stroking her bottom. It was then that Sarah had this sudden crazy thought, that the man on the back seat with his cock up the woman bouncing on it, was her husband George. She could imagine watching George shag another woman.

The effect was electric. As if it had a mind all of its own, her left hand reached behind her, wildly groping for the man's crotch. Wow! Bull's eyes! Sarah gasped out loud as her hand encountered a hard shaft. His cock! It was already bared for action, she thought, complete with condom. The first cock she had felt other than her husbands for many years! It felt marvelous. But, that gesture was as good as saying yes to the stranger. Actions speaking louder than words. If she didn't actually say the work, she could pretend to herself that she hadn't really agreed.

The hand reached down to the rear hem of Sarah's skirt, scooping under it, fingers stroking the inside of her silk-encased thighs. They came across the creases below her buttocks, trailing a path across both cheeks. With no knickers to impede its progress, it felt so very erotic. Wicked! Sinful! But so exciting! Sarah held her breath in anticipation, squeezing the muscles as the fingers lingered and toyed with her bum. Surely this couldn't be happening to her, she thought. The idea was too ridiculous. But it was!

It was too late for her to go back now. At least, that what she told herself. And anyway, as the hand slowly explored the softness of the area between her thighs, not yet touching her soaking vulva, Sarah was desperate to fondle the cock behind her. She concentrated on the contours. Squeezing and stroking. It was a curious shape. It was thick - though not as thick as George's she thought.

Her husband had what they called a six by six penis, that is the length and circumference, making it quite a substantial piece of manhood. It was straight, whereas the one in her hand being eagerly investigated, had a distinct curve, with the head bent upwards at a sharp angle. Sarah had never felt a penis shaped like this before. It was riveting. She needed time to feel it all over.

By now, the man had reached the ridges of her drooping labia, prodding them, then gently probing the valley in between and the entrance to her vagina. Sarah was gasping heavily. She wanted cock so very badly. Her body was ravenous for it. Her whole being was crying out for penetration. But the man was in no hurry to start the assault. His first interest was to examine the territory. To carry out a sortie of the surroundings and ponder over the ground, which was rather damp. With expert skill, the fingers got into every crevice, feeling each little area, until satisfied that the desirable citadel was ready to be approached and breeched.

Sarah could feel her limbs trembling with anticipation. Unable to wait any longer, she pulled the cock towards her buttocks, pressing it into the crack of her bottom, willing it to penetrate, whilst all the time, imagining the man in the back seat to be George. It was a revelation to her to realize that she would love to watch her husband fucking another woman. Sinking his cock into her supple, private den.

The thought added to her own need. With her free hand, Sarah pulled up her skirt to drape over her waist as she bent forward, presenting her buttocks to the man behind, offering her eager vagina.

Satisfied that there was no obstacle to entering the cave of hidden precious treasures and delight, the man needed no other encouragement. With her eyes never leaving the sight of the couple in the back of the car, Sarah felt the end of the curiously shaped cock edge between her aroused, fleshy labia, seeking the passage to sexual fulfillment.

'Yes, yes! Do it!', she muttered thickly, more to herself than the man. 'Now!' That fantastic, unique sensation of a hard cock sliding its way into the secret enclosure of the vagina, filled Sarah with a feeling of supreme joy and consummation. She steadied herself by gripping either side of the frame of the car door, bending forward, pressing her buttocks backwards, reassuring the cock of its welcome into her passage of paradise, stretching its walls and stimulating the nerve-linings to unbelievable heights of ecstacy.

Sarah sighed heavily with the sweet agony of it. The strange shape of the cock added to the thrill. For all the extraordinary heights of rapture Sue could raise her to, with her tongue and fingers, in spite of the fantastic sensation she had experienced with the French girl and the Police Sergeant earlier that day, there was absolutely nothing in the world, nothing at all, to compare with the crowning glory of being filled to bursting with a man's warm hard cock. It was heaven! Paradise! Pure rapture!

The cock thrust in and out with a regular rhythm. Sarah was thinking of nothing else but being fulfilled in the way her body was designed to be used. Glorious! Adorable! Hey eyes half-closed, lost in the incomparable physical thrill of carnal copulation.

As her body slowly rose to the peak of excitement, with squirming thighs and trembling muscles, the rhythm of the thrusting cock was getting erratic. The guy in the car was also grunting, pushing hard at the woman's mouth. Sarah slid her hand between her thighs, splaying her fingers around the vulva, on either side of the cock thudding in and out, stimulating her clitoris. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!

It was clear to Sarah that he was near his climax, as she was nearing her own orgasm. She couldn't stop moaning, whimpering, wanting the desperately needed release, though hoping the sensual throbbing would go on for ever. It started slowly, intensely deep in her belly. It pulsated the full length of her erect clitoris. Yes! It was there. It was coming! Swirling! A volcano waiting to erupt! Teeming deep down.

Suddenly things started to happen quickly at almost at the same time. First, the guy in the front seat of the car pulled his cock from the woman's red-rimmed mouth, twisted his waist round in the seat, pointing his rigid cock at Sarah's face which was facing inside the car. She stared in disbelief at the bulbous head, foreskin pulled back. It was being held between thumb and two fingers - he was jerking it.

After a heart-stopping moment frozen in time, Sarah watched the cock eject a thick jet of starch-like fluid which splattered over her nose and right cheek. The second splayed over her hair, upper cheek and face. The third and fourth covered her upper lip before she could latch her mouth onto the heaving cock, taking the final splashes in her mouth. As she was engaged in suckling the cock, Sarah heard the snap as the man behind pulled out of her, snatching off the condom. He thrust his cock between her hand and pubic hair.

Sarah, now poised on the very peak, pressed it against her groin, waiting for the deluge. There was a second's pause, then the first discharge gushed into her palm. Then another. Wow! Again and again. Then another and yet another. As the final spasm oozed into her palm, Sarah rubbed the ejaculate all over the shaft and her swollen mound and clit, trying to trigger her orgasm.

Her body was on fire, bubbling over with lust. Rippling on the surface. Oh, hell, where was it? She was crying out for it. 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Shit!' And it finally hit her. Sarah bucked violently as the volcano within her erupted. Her buttocks jerked and twisted out of control with the beautiful agony. Moaning and mewling, she heaved and trembled with spasms of incredible power shattering her body. The heaving spasms seemed to go on for ever. The cock in her mouth was softening. The cock in her groin had withdrawn, leaving her cupping her vulva in the thick puddle in her palm.

The trembling finally subsided. Sarah pushed herself upright from the car door, shaking her skirt down. Phew! What a fantastic experience! What an orgasm! She walked away reluctantly, without glancing back, into the trees and shrubs. As the sperm on her face thinned and slowly trickled over her lips, she ran her tongue over them to lick it off, savoring the slightly salty, tangy taste. It reminded her of oysters. She loved oysters!

In some sort of daze, she opened the gate and slipped inside, securing the gate behind her. Whilst walking up the path, Sarah felt the sperm oozing from her vagina, trickling down her inner thigh. She lifted her right hand to her face to inhale deeply. The pungent smell of the other sperm, still in her palm. It was quite different to the taste in her mouth. Faintly like bleach.

Inside the house, doors locked and alarms set, Sarah climbed the staircase to the apartment, still in a daze. In the bathroom, she looked in the mirror at her sperm-stained face, droplets still on her chin. Her mascara had run, staining the trickle of sperm that had splashed over her eyelid and dribbled down her cheek. There was a streak of sperm in her hair above her ear. Gosh, she thought, he was certainly generous with his seed.

Sarah scrutinized the palm of the hand that had collected the sperm of the stranger behind her. These were the first samples of sperm Sarah had looked at for years. Well, since marrying George. And that, she thought, is what it's all about. That sticky mess. Amazing! A few squirts of liquid out of a man's cock. We women go crazy to get it. And men go crazy to give it. Go to ridiculous lengths to eject it.

After studying it for a few moments, recalling the sensation of the man's cock thrusting into her, she slipped off her skirt, allowing it to shutter round her ankles. Sarah reached between her parted thighs, scooping the juices that had collected in the base of the vulva on to the pads of the two middle fingers of her left hand. Generously coated, she transferred the fingers to her lips, rubbing her juices into her mouth and tongue, tasting the tangy musky flavor of her own intimate nectar. Mmmm! That's delicious, she thought.

Then Sarah rubbed the sticky palm of her right hand all over her wet, warm vulva. Ahh, yes! That's what it's all about really. That lovely feeling of contentment when you play with your genitals. Sarah wished she could have actually seen the cock fucking the vagina, though. Slipping in and out of the stretched lips clinging eagerly to the shaft. Leaning against the edge of the bath tub, not able to put it off a second longer, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

Sarah watched herself masturbate with the two middle fingers rolling in a circular motion over and round her clit. Slowly at first, then getting faster and firmer, her mind dwelling on the activities in the car park. As her imagination replayed the moment the cock had exploded over her face, the resulting soft climax reverberating through her was so delightful! A perfect end to a very active day.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 07



The Sunday morning routine getting ready for church, kept Sarah occupied, her mind only occasionally reverting to the events of the previous evening. She could hardly believe it had happened, hoping that none of the nocturnal visitors to the car park recognized her. It had been fairly dark however, and the whole action had taken no longer than twenty minutes or so. In the cold light of day it all seemed like a vague dream. She had certainly no recollection of any of the other people involved, not even the man who had ejaculated all over her face.

Sarah had to admit to herself though, that it had been a thrilling event. One she would dearly love to repeat, but wasn't sure if that would be a good idea. It would be tempting fate rather too much. And yet, she thought, other people do it quite openly, but then they don't have a public profile to protect in the same way. It would be very risky for her.

The church service had been something of a haze for her. Even Sue remarked how distant Sarah seemed to be. 'Not your bubbling self this morning,' was her remark. Sarah smiled thinly. It was a bit soon to be spilling the beans to Sue. And certainly not in the Parish Hall over coffee. In her confused state of mind, Sarah considered suggesting to her lover friend, Sue, that the two of them went dogging one evening. Though not in their own car park. My God! The thought of the vicar's wife being discovered dogging was hilarious! They would have to find another spot. But how safe would it be? How would Sue react to the thought of being fucked by a stranger? 

Sarah had been pre-occupied, certainly, wondering whether or not she should mention things to George. He was open minded, yes, but... She didn't stay long for coffee, having decided to walk back through the churchyard and into the lane which led to the Copse car park behind the house. She was curious to see it again, in the light of the previous night's happenings. It now had a very different significance for her, being the place where she had allowed a complete stranger to fuck her without any preliminaries. Just a straight fuck!

But her thoughts were interrupted by Janet, their Business manager. 'Would you like a lift back, Sarah? I didn't see your car in the car park.'

'Er... well... yes, thanks Janet. I walked here, actually. Such a beautiful morning. But a lift back would be welcome.'

After waving a cheery goodbye to Susanna, Sarah followed Janet into the church car park. As they got into Janet's bright yellow Mini Cooper, Sarah took a good look at their wizard employee. Janet had helped them a great deal in securing large grants from government agencies for the refurbishment of their stately family home. She was a whiz-kid with figures, dazzling the decision-makers with her grasp of the tourist business, and the marketing techniques necessary to attract them. She was both George's and her 'right-hand man'!

Today she was wearing a pink straw hat with ribbons, a smart white linen two-piece and flat shoes. Her shoulder-length, dark-honey colored hair was in just sufficient disarray to give her a rather rakish casual look. Although very sophisticated, respectable and business-like in her general manner, Sarah thought Janet had an curious attraction. A mysterious person whose private life was just that. Private!

'We don't usually see you on a Sunday. And certainly not a glorious day like today.'

'No! I left some things in my desk which I need later today. I forgot them yesterday, so thought I'd drop in to pick them up. Perhaps do some fiddling with figures later on.' She laughed, giving Sarah a quizzical look. 'When do you expect George back?'

It was an idle question, without any apparent significance, but Sarah wondered if there was any special reason for the question. She returned Janet's look, before turning away. Was there something meaningful in that look, she wondered? Oh, no! She'd known Janet for some time now, and certainly there had never been any suggestion of any interest between them, other than business. Yet, there was that certain 'something' in her expression.

'Oh, early evening I expect. Then we'll have a leisurely dinner, watch a bit of tele I suppose, before turning in. George is usually tired after his week-ends in London.'

Janet turned to her with a knowing smile. Sarah wondered if Janet knew something she didn't about her husband's trip to London. Was she intimating George had been doing things to keep him awake? Then Janet turned the car into the car park to join the other half dozen cars belonging to the staff on duty in the house. They got out of the car, slamming the doors. Janet flicked her remote switch to lock the car as they walked towards the house.

It was then that Sarah noticed movement in the car in the far corner of the park. The corner where the rear gate was situated, with the security hut beside it, now out of use as new technology had replaced the need for a security guard. As they approached the gate, passing the Audi, Sarah saw quite clearly couple in the front seats.

The couple inside were fondling and kissing. But what astounded Sarah was that the woman's summer dress was folded open, showing her naked body. Her rather full boobs, and her hair-covered groin, where the fingers of her companion were dabbling in the gash between the slender thighs. The woman's fingers weren't idle either. They were grasping the man's stiff cock, rearing from the open flies of his shorts. Neither seemed to be concerned about hiding their activity from casual observers.

Sarah gave Janet a light dig in the ribs with her elbow. Janet turned to her. Sarah jerked her head in the direction of the car. Janet turned to look, eyes opening with astonishment at the sight of the couple groping each other. They stopped for a moment to take in the sight. Janet was aware that the park was used by doggers at weekends during the late evening hours, but in broad daylight in the middle of the day! Goodness! But how enthralling!

'My God!' she muttered. Sarah quietly opened the security gate for them to pass through. 'Let's take a look from the security hut,' Sarah whispered with a giggle. 'They obviously don't mind being watched, or they'd have found a more private place to have their sexual encounters.'

Rummaging in her handbag, from the bunch on the key ring, she found the appropriate one to unlock the door of the hut. There was only a deal table and folding chair inside, in front of the window that overlooked the car park. The Audi was in the corner to their right, but offered an uninterrupted view of the woman's jerking thighs. The man's fingers were rolling round the clitoral hood, which was lightly covered with fair hair. The labia were well hidden between the outer lips, though the lubrication was clearly seen oozing from the bottom of the gash. Her hand was still busy toying with the stiff cock. Sarah noticed the long slender fingers curled round the shaft.

'Mm. Nice cock, Janet,' Sarah muttered, studying the penis with interest. She had long had an insatiable interest in men's cocks. This one was average size, but the shaft was well covered with whipcord-like veins. The testicles below were of darkish wrinkled skin. The top of the windscreen cut off the faces of the couple, though the large boobs slung over the rib cage, could be seen clearly, with their large area of areola with prominent Montgomery glands forming a rough circle round the large chunky nipples which had been aroused to a full stiffness, ironing out the crinkles.

'How would you like a length of that inside you, Janet?' she whispered.

'Gosh, Sarah. This is turning me on. How about you?'

'It doesn't take much to get me going darling. I'm rather wet already.'

'Me too.' Janet had surprised herself at being so strongly aroused by the sight of a couple groping each other. Her mouth had dried up and her breathing was shallow. She was standing at the side of Sarah. Glancing down, she saw that Sarah had slipped her hand inside the front of her summer dress, down the front of her knickers, casually pressing her groin. Well, well, she thought. Sarah's pretty well worked up as well. I may as well join her.

Without a word, Janet wetted her two middle fingers in her mouth, before raising the hem of her skirt. Slipping her fingers inside the crotch of her knickers, Janet felt for the slippy warm labia between her thighs. 'Mmmm! That's good,' she muttered to herelf as her finger pads connected with her clitoris, gently circling the little button.

The couple in the car are getting ready to have their fuck, Sarah thought, as the man heaved his legs over the woman's belly. She had raised her legs high and wide, as he bent over her, his shorts now round his ankles. With her eyes glued to the sight of the stiff cock presenting itself to the mouth of the vagina, Sarah's hand slid through her tousled hair, until her fingers were dabbling in the wet sloppiness of her vulva. The sight before her, with the memory of the previous evening, remembering the sheer delight of feeling the cock slipping effortlessly in and out of her ravenous vagina, filled her mind.

Sarah watched the cock plunge deep into the depths designed for it. The labia stretched to allow the trespasser to enter the secret pocket of the woman. Sarah swallowed hard. Her thighs were beginning to shake with arousal. Fucking hell, she thought. What a sight!

'Let me,' she heard Janet whisper into her ear. 'It's much nicer when someone else's fingers do the work.'

Sarah turned to look at her friend. Janet's eyes were full of lust, as Sarah knew her own would be. Urgently wanting attention. They stood looking into each other's eyes, as though reading each other's inner most thoughts. Without taking her unblinking eyes from Janet's, Sarah fully unbuttoned the front of her dress before pushing the knickers down to her ankles, stepping out of them. Her parted thighs were the invitation Janet expected. She accepted the offer, cupping Sarah's warm fleshy vulva in the palm of her hand, feeling the lush thick lips.

Sarah gasped out loud at the touch. 'Gosh, Janet! That's... wonderful!' A ripple of involuntary convulsions shook her loins as she reached a sudden mini orgasm, panting for breath.

Still looking into each other's eyes, almost as though challenging to take the next step, their faces closed in until their lips touched softly. Very softly, with the tip of the tongue tracing the contours of Janet's mouth, Sarah's lips nibbled those of Janet. Her hands now unfastened the top of Janet's two piece, slipping it from her shoulders, before unclasping her skirt, allowing it to shutter over her legs, revealing the white lace thong. It offered no resistance to Sarah's fingers as they snaked under the pouch into the soft patch of hair, before once more reaching the delicious slippery vulva. The thighs lurched gently.

This was delightful! Sarah gloried in the feel of a strange vulva in the palm of her hand. The subtle differences from other vulvas made her feel somehow privileged to be allowed to explore such private territory. And Janet had plenty of territory to explore. Long, heavy labia, with four thick tongues of flesh guarding the entrance to her very seat of her passion, now oozing with the honey of lust and desire. She felt the tremble trickle through Janet's loins.

Both friends now lost interest in the couple in the car. Their only interest was in each other - the exploration of each other's inner thighs and vulvas. Both had plenty of interesting pliable flesh to contemplate with their fingers. Now facing each other, their kiss becoming more urgent and passionate, Sarah responded to the expert caressing of Janet's fingers. It was heavenly. Only a woman can inflame her with such a skillful, delicate touch. Her loins were on fire with lust. The juices oozed freely in anticipation. Their bodies were grinding together.

Sarah's own fingers were giving Janet similar delight, who was fast becoming restless for her need to have Sarah completely at her mercy. She would take her. Dominate her. Janet had often had the curious desire to control this beautiful lady. To have her entirely at her mercy. This was the time to try. With a loud growl, Janet slid to her knees in front of Sarah, taking the soft labia into her mouth. She heard Sarah gasp at the sudden move, her loins wincing as Janet's teeth sank into her tender flesh.

But overwhelming desire overcame any pain. Sarah had never before been eaten so fiercely and so completely. Not even Sam, an inveterate nibbler, dug her teeth in so hard. Her whole ample vulva was engulfed in Janet's hot mouth, aflame with desire and lust. Her loins were shaking and throbbing with the urgent craving for the heights of lecherous stimulation. Fucking hell! She was at the mercy of this ravenous lover.

Leaning against the table, loins thrust forward, legs wide apart, Sarah was wailing and grunting. She responded by taking Janet's breasts in both hands, squeezing them hard and nipping the nipples. Janet thrilled at it! Fingers clawing deep into the breasts, she loved some rough stuff! She suckled, chewed and tongue-fucked Sarah with great urgency and intensity, searching out every little crevice in the valley of her vulva, slipping deep into her vagina, and stirring her to the heights of passion as her breasts were clawed. She was insane with lust. She would drive her boss to distraction. Janet felt the muscles flexing in Sarah's buttocks and thighs.

With her body jolting and squirming, Sarah was utterly bewitched. She was Janet's sex object, unable to refuse Janet anything. With hands clawing deep into the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her loins hard into her face, Janet's tongue was working feverishly, bringing Sarah to her peak of excitement. With cortorted face, eyes screwed up , lips drawn back over her teeth, Sarah's whole being churning as the inevitable wave of relief crashed fo the surface.

This was amazing. Sarah was totally out of control of her body. Digging her fingers cruelly into Janet's soft breasts, the tension within her grew and grew until Sarah though she would shatter into a thousand pieces, her mind a kaleidoscope of fantastic sensations. The pain was almost unbearable. Her vulva was a piece of raw meat to be pummeled and chewed.

Sensing that her shuddering friend was ready to explode, Janet inserted her middle finger deep into Sarah's bum whilst biting her clitoris quite hard. The effect was astonishing. Sarah went into a series of involuntary convulsions of orgasmic explosions. One huge spasm after another racked her body, filling her with a flood of agonizing ecstacy. To her immediate shame, Sarah felt her bladder explode, showering Janet with a womanly ejaculation. Never before had Sarah squirted! She was screaming as she thrust her loins hard into Janet's face..

When the pain had subsided and the beautiful feeling of warmth and bliss suffused through her whole body, Sarah took Janet's face in both hands, kissing her deeply and lovingly. Although both Sue and Sam were capable of bringing her to wonderful peaks, never before had she experienced the utter joy of pain and lust combining to bring her to a state of unbelievable physical delight and mental happiness.

Such had been her concentration on satisfying her own lust, that Sarah had ignored those of Janet. Reversing their positions, Sarah knelt between Janet's thighs, hands easing apart the secret valley of delight, whilst her tongue treated Janet to a lengthy exploration of her inner thighs and pussy.

Sarah loved the plentiful thatch of copper-colored pubic hair that framed the vulva, and marveled at the long fleshy labia, begging to be nibbled and suckled. Sarah was able to fill her mouth with Janet's hanging succulent flesh, tasting the inner juices. She adored women's juices. Such a delicious, unique taste, though each woman had slightly different aromas and textures. She always licked her own fingers after masturbating, to savor her nectar.

Janet closed her eyes, whimpering and moaning as Sarah brought her to that ultimate peak of ecstasy. With rolling hips and flexing muscles in her thighs, Janet felt the rising tension within her loins. She relaxed, concentrating all her mind on the wonderful, indescribable sensation of the gathering climax within her, to let the full force of her orgasm overcome her, with a long moan, eyes screwed up and mouth pulled back as if in a silent scream. Yes! Here it comes! Oh, yes! Yes! It's a glorious feeling! Out of this world! Wow! Come on! Come on! And the climax overwhelmed her conscious mind with its intensity.

With each unstoppable spasm, Janet grasped Sarah's head, pushing her quivering vulva hard against Sarah's mouth and nose, crying out triumphantly, glorying in the sensuality, until the tensions finally relaxed. Sarah kept kissing the divine vulva again and again, until the last drop of juice had been consumed and Janet, eyes closed in an expression of bliss, was relaxed and composed.

Sarah stood again, facing Janet, who opened her eyes. They remained standing quietly, searching each other's eyes, transmitting love and passion. Then their lips met in a long loving kiss. As they broke away, Sarah laughed. 'That couple in the Audi are just driving off.'

'I wonder if she had as good an orgasm as I did,' Janet giggled. 'But, I never knew you were bi, Sarah. Though I have often speculated, and hoped.'

'Ah! Well, only this past year or so. Had I known what I was missing, I'd have started much earlier. Let's face it, Janet, where is the man who can drive us to such dizzy heights of ecstacy?'

Janet laughed. 'But where is the women who can melt our whole bodies by sliding his cock deep in and out of the passage nature designed for it?'

Sarah bent down to pick up Janet's discarded knickers. 'Mm. It all depends what we want at the time, I suppose. Anyway, I would never have guessed that you were bi either, Janet. But then, I never really gave it much thought.' She held the knickers to her nose, inhaling deeply to sample the scent of the damp patch on the gusset. 'Mm! Lovely! You smell delightful, Janet. I'm rather fond of women's vaginal odors. They are all different. '

Janet was doing the same with Sarah knickers, after picking them off the floor before pressing them to her nose. 'You too, darling. Mm! Sweet!'

'Thanks for the satisfaction, Janet. It was great.'

'I thought so too. We must try it again sometime. But I really must fly. I'll keep these knickers if I may.'

'What on earth would George say if he knew what we'd been up to?' Sarah laughed as they left the shed.

'Probably want to join in.'

Sarah laughed again, locking the door. 'Now, there's a thought. Shall I try to arrange it?'

'Come on, you dirty lady! People will talk.'

They held hands as they walked together up the path to the house. Janet speculated on a threesome with George and Sarah. It was obvious that Sarah was unaware of Janet's casual affair with George. But she's a woman of the world, Janet thought. After three husbands, goodness, life should hold few surprises for her.

'We must make love again darling. See you tomorrow.' And with that Janet walked quickly to her own office leaving Sarah looking after her, with a wistful smile. Mm, she thought. The sooner the better.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 08



We had a wonderful week-end in London. You wouldn't expect anything else of course. When Peter had agreed that Susanna could visit London for a week-end with me, we were both over the moon. My husband, George, had suggested we use the flat since my step-son, Henry and his wife Bessie would themselves be away in the country with their daughter, and George would be away on some Stately Home business or other.

So, as a treat for Susanna's birthday, which had been the week previous, it was all agreed that we should do it! I had bought her an expensive handbag already, but this was to be a really special treat. Fly to Heathrow on Friday and get back on Sunday in time to celebrate my own birthday! All forty-seven of them! I'm five years older than Susanna. George is aware that Susanna and I are lovers! He is quite relaxed about it providing wer are discretion itself. But Sue and I doubt if Peter knows. Had he known, he may not have been so keen to allow us time together.

I'd better say how is was that Susanna and I got together in the first place, though I have written about it elsewhere. Her husband is the fairly new vicar and, apart from church service, I met them first to chat to properly when we sat at the same table at an official charity lunch a couple of months ago. There was something about her I found most attractive. She didn't smile easily, giving the impression of being a serious, sober person.

We found ourselves looking at each other and smiling. I thought there was probably some dark secret in her head. But that's just my natural inclination to imagine these things about people. Besides, a vicar's wife should look attentive and earnest, I suppose. But as we left I took her hand in an intimate way - not just an ordinary hand-shake - and kissed her on the cheek which I hoped had signaled my interest in her.

'We must see each other again, soon,' I suggested.

'Yes!' was all she said, giving me a looking of mild curiosity.

After the service the following Sunday, I singled her out for a short chat... you're looking well ... good turn out ... that's a nice coat you're wearing ... you know the sort of pleasantries... cold weather ... need winter wooly underwear to keep the cold from your private jewel-box in this weather! That was me talking.

She actually laughed. I didn't remember having heard her laugh before. See her face light up in such a radiant way. 'I'll bet you have some more attractive lacy things at home, Sarah.'

'Well, ' I said, 'as a matter of fact I do. And you too?'

She just smiled at me darkly. But I was encouraged by this warm smile.

'Look, it's high time we two had a chat. You've been here quite some time now and we've never got together. Well, apart rom the lunch, but I don't count that. It was too official.'

'I know Sarah. I don't know where the time goes.'

'Why not come up to the house for coffee one morning and we have a longer talk about things.'

'Why not?' She smiled again, but I couldn't interpret what it meant.

'I might even show you my frillies, if you're interested,' I added with a laugh. 'Not too practical for this weather, though!'

'Thanks! That sounds fascinating. I will.' Then she said after a slight hesitation, 'As a matter of fact I've been going to invite you to the vicarage for a coffee and chat for some weeks now - but couldn't think of a good enough excuse.'

So we both laughed and promised to get in touch on the phone when she had checked her diary - and I could make sure George would be out of the way. I sensed that her remark that she couldn't think of a good enough excuse, had a hidden meaning to it, which, if it meant what I thought and hoped it meant, promised a rather interesting morning.

Now, I wondered why I had suddenly taken an interest in Susanna. She's about 5'8" I guess, but wears 'sensible' shoes. If she wore heels she'd be nice and tall and sophisticated. Perhaps that's what she wants to avoid. She has dark hair - though not a total brunette - and wears a beret! Her clothes are usually fairly plain - she had on a three-quarter coat over a navy blue two-piece with a white blouse underneath. Hm! I suspect she wears saintly underwear - St Michael's cotton bra and briefs! I'll look out some lingerie on the internet for her perhaps. Hey, that might be going a bit too far too fast!

Did I see her as a challenge? Maybe. But then, I hadn't had any girl on girl sex for quite some time. Anyway, she came for coffee and events turned out well for both of us. She too is bi-sexual. Gosh - it was so thrilling. I was dead nervous to start with, as you might guess - and so was Susanna I think. But I sat her on the settee as I poured the coffee, and started to chat about Friends Reunited and this girl Janine, how she liked other girls and how we called her slippy knickers ... lots of laughs ... and then it just happened! I caught Susanna looking at me rather intensely, then she suddenly leaned forward to kiss me!

Just a brief kiss, before sitting back and looking at me a bit nervous, wondering if she'd gone too far - so I leaned my face to hers and kissed her fully on the mouth, pushing my tongue at her lips. We both sat there smiling rather coyly at each other. We knew! We didn't speak just then. Susanna put her arm round my shoulder, leaned over me and really kissed me... a French job! She eased me back into the corner of the settee, lying half over me. I felt her fingers unbuttoning my top before slipping into my lace bra to scoop my right boob from the bra cup. Then she lowered her head to take my nipple in her mouth. I was flooding my knickers like crazy!

That was the beginning of it.

II

One of the Estate men drove us to the airport. We traveled fairly light - well as far as 'light' means to a lady - with just one soft case and hand luggage. I had no intention of spending too much time outside the bedroom! Susanna was carrying the large handbag I bought for her birthday. Knowing Susanna, it would be pretty full with her clobber! She rarely 'dresses up', but looked very smart indeed, though. Dazzling in fact. But them I'm biased.

I hadn't told Sue about my dogging adventure - I'm not sure I want anyone else to know right now. I need to come to terms with it myself in a way. I suppose I ought to tell George sometime as well - I don't suppose he'd mind really, but he'd be worried about the confidentiality of that sort of behavior. Even though it was supposedly anonymous, there's always a risk of someone stumbling onto the truth. Gosh! That would be awful! Neither had I told Susanna about Janet. Well, I'm not sure it wasn't just a one-off affair. Janet hadn't referred to it since. Our business relations were exactly the same as before - well, for her anyway. Or so it seems. But now when I look at her, leaning over her desk, I visualize that extraordinary vulva, framed in copper hair, remembering the cruel way she made love to me. 

On the aircraft, as soon as we were airborne, the rather dishy stewardess who had greeted us on board with a lovely smile, started serving coffee and biscuits. We were among the last passengers to be brought our coffee, sitting toward the rear of the cabin. She smiled again at Susanna and me, looking from one to the other with a knowing glint in her eyes, as though she knew we were lovers. Perhaps she guessed. The name on her badge was Eunice. Her eyes strayed down to the top of my dress trying to see into the cleavage. I was sitting in the aisle seat, so I smiled at her, cocking one eyebrow at her by way of a query, whilst quietly unfastening the top button. She colored slightly and moved on to the next row.

'I think the stewardess fancies you, Sarah?'

She laughed. 'You more like. I'm too old.'

'Or perhaps both of us.'

'Well, she'll have the passenger list and sussed out who you are, darling.'

Not long after, the same stewardess returned to us, with her winning smile. No sign of embarrassment now. She had the coffee pot in her hand.

'More coffee ma'am?'

I touched her wrist and gently pressed it, looking into her blue eyes. Her blonde hair was swept back from the sides and caught up at the back. Her regulation hat was perched on top.

'I would if I thought you'd join us, but I know you have lots to get through. Pity! Is there room at the back?' I leaned forward to allow the top of my dress to fall forward, away from my shoulders.

Her laugh told me all I needed to know as her eyes looked down at my cleavage again, this time with more to see, her tongue lingering on her top lip. She was interested in getting a glimpse of the stiff nipple, now engorged with lust. I was feeling pretty horny - and she knew it!

'As you say, ma'am, there's barely time on short haul flights. But the thought is certainly an attractive one.'

Her eyes never left my boobs. 'Well, then, I should tell you, Eunice, that you have succeeded in wetting my knickers for me. Just the thought of your delicate fingers on my skin - to say nothing of my friend's here - is sufficient to make the juices flow.'

'You could change your underwear in the rear galley if you wish - or the toilet. Shall I show you?' She gave a winning smile, with gleaming eyes.

I glanced at Sue, who gave me a sly wink, before gathering up my handbag to follow the stewardess to the rear of the plane. I really can't imagine what came over me. I had never before made a pass at a complete stranger. But now was no time to start analyzing my motives. An attractive tall blonde had agreed to have a short fling with me. And I just couldn't refuse her!

Once in the toilet, I slipped off my knickers before sitting on the seat as the young lady pulled the door closed behind us. Wasting no time, I lifted the hem of her maroon skirt before throwing it over my head and pushing my face into her groin. The smell of her sex through the cotton briefs she was wearing was wonderfully erotic. Sweet and musky in the confines of her skirt. I kissed, sucked and licked at the gusset, wallowing in the breathtaking audacity and lecherousness of what we were doing. Meantime, Eunice had slid her hands down the top of my blouse to encircle each of my breasts ion her greedy palms. The nipples were rock-hard as her fingers caressed them. 

Knowing there was so little time, I eagerly dragged the briefs to one side to expose her genitals. Oh, wonderful! Her soft ginger curls were trimmed to a heart-shaped patch above her vulva, leaving the ample labia lips, crushed and wet, fully exposed. They were bunched up as though it seemed to be too much flesh for the aperture. Her clitoris was stiff and engorged already. As I took her labia between my lips, my tongue rolling round her clit, her hands were down the top of my dress grappling with my breasts.

It was all very sudden and almost violent. The stewardess moaned, squealed and whimpered with delight, pushing her groin into my face. By this time, my tongue was lapping up her copious salty juices, with the muscles in her thighs and loins fluttering wildly. They reached a peak of tenseness before a huge, lurching spasm brought her orgasm to the surface. She was gripping my breasts in her fists, breathing hard before we quickly changed places and, ducking her head under my dress, her lips and tongue found my vulva.

My hands found her breasts. The nipples were engorged - hard and long. I rubbed them roughly between finger and thumb In no time at all a wave of uncontrollable passion swept over me, my loins jerking and lunging like crazy as the orgasm hit me. Gosh! That was fucking quick! But I was so worked up at the unexpected event, that I was almost at the peak before my clitoris was tongued! It was all I could do to stifle my cry of elation! Wow!

We stood and kissed with passion. But toilets on aircraft are not renowned for their spaciousness. After a further parting kiss as we groped each other's vulva, before straightening our dresses. I whispered my thanks to her. Eunice slipped out of the toilet to take up her stewardess duties again. I could hardly believe it had happened, things had moved so quickly. After she'd gone, I smiled to myself with satisfaction. Neither of us had said a word. Just uncomplicated sex. Taking a deep breath, I smoothed my clothes down, then followed, soiled knickers in my bag, to join Sue who smiled up at me.

'That didn't take long,' she smiled.

'No, but then Eunice was in a hurry to come and go, so... and so was I for that matter. I've never had a one-night stand before! Well... you know what I mean. A quickie with a stranger. If I lean over and give you a quick kiss, you'll be able to taste her juices on my lips!'

'Are you sure you can afford it?' was the rude response.

'And I'm still dripping wet darling, if you care to feel.'

Sue laughed. 'Fat chance!'

As we left the aircraft, Eunice gave us a lovely sweet smile and said goodbye. We touched hands briefly.

Eager not to waste too much time in the underground, we took a taxi from Heathrow - to hell with the expense! - holding hands all the way, and arrived at Dolphin Square just after lunch. I hoped the caretaker would know me - otherwise there'd be no key to get into the flat. But my pessimism was unfounded. The caretaker was expecting us and even managed our cases to the flat for us. Bessie, bless her - George's daughter - had left us a large vase of flowers with a note of welcome and a bottle of dry Martini! It's a two-bedroom flat with lounge and kitchen. Very pleasant.

Alone at last, we just threw our arms open, hugged and kissed. Sue was all for a session on the bed there and then! But we held our natural inclinations in check until we'd done a bit of shopping in the arcade, then some unpacking before settling on the settee with a large glass of Martini. Bessie had left a fridge of food, so there was little we needed from the shops. A couple of bottles of Moet et Chandon was essential though! We must celebrate in style.

Returning to the room, we sorted out our clothes. Then I poured us both a large Martini, with a splash of tonic and gin, throwing into each glass a chunk of lemon. Mmm! Delightful. But then... oh boy! Sue leaned over to give me a kiss - we chewed lips and tongued tongues and shared our Martinis. Unable to resist any longer, we put our half-empty glasses on the coffee table for a passionate clinch.

'Darling Sarah,' she muttered in my ear, 'I'm going to play with your body to make you so randy, you'll enter the kingdom of heaven with me and worship the shrine deep in my vulva.'

And she had her hand up my skirt, feeling for the wetness of my pussy.

'There,' I said. 'What do you think?'

'Mm! That stewardess has got your really really horny, darling.' Her fingers were playing exciting tunes in my labia.

I laughed. 'Rubbish! That's for you, Sue. You know you have me dripping in no time.'

I was desperate for her. Taking Sue's face between my hands, I encouraged it to slip under the hem of my skirt to close in on my vulva. The feeling of cool breath on the cotton gusset, already soaking with my juices, increased my anticipation. My body lurched suddenly as Sue pushed the knickers to one side and her tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention she started top pay to my genitals was now swamping my thoughts. My whole body was alive with trembling muscles - my skin tingled. My groin lurched and twitched inside, whilst my muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring.

With trembling thighs, I reached deep to the very pit of my belly for the orgasm. I must admit that I was now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in my muscles, shaking with a craving for relief.. I was straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was ecstatic agony. I desperately wanted an orgasm, yet wanted the sensation to go on forever. It was bliss. Taking hold of Sue's head, I pressed it hard against the aching vulva, moaning with painful rapture, the waves of lust shuddering all over me. Sue's mouth was driving me crazy, nibbling my labia, licking and lashing, her tongue jabbing in and out of the oozing vagina.

My tight little rosebud didn't escape, either. He feel of the tip of the tongue stimulating the sensitive nerves endings in the rim of the anus is indescribable. Ripples of profuse pleasure impregnating every part of the body. Glorious! After licking carefully around the rim for what seemed to be ages, where the honeyed vaginal juices had seeped, the long stiff tongue sank into it. God! Sue was like a delicate instrument working my body. With thighs wide apart, I pressed Sue's head against my groin with my other hand. Yes! Come on Sue. Work that tongue. Jees! I'm shaking like a leaf. You really do get me going. Oh yes! That lovely thrilling wave of ecstacy washing over me. I'm out of control darling. I'm all yours. Go on! Go on!! Oh shit! I'm coming again... it's crazy... beautiful... oh yes... oh yes... come on... come on... my head is spinning with lust... I want you badly... its coming though... coming... coming... yes... yes!! Oh my god ... my god...!

When Sue unexpectedly pushed her index finger deep into my willing bum, that did it! The orgasm exploded. I jerked violently. My whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, pounded at my loins and thighs. I called out her name with every one. It seemed to go on forever! My loins were clutching at the orgasm, spasm after spasm, lurching wildly as the climax erupted from the very core of my being. I collapsed on the settee.

Then, when I'd recovered, it was my turn to make love to the delectable Susanna. She was still on her knees, her head in my lap. I took her on the floor. Easing her onto her back, after pushing her skirt up to her waist. I peeled off her knickers, then nibbled, nipped and licked every part of her vulva and breasts. Her little puckered rosebud of a bottom, coral colored, got a lot of attention. Licking and probing the rim of the anus is a delightful sensation. So personal and private. Sue loves it. My tongue traced paths up and down her inner thighs, just avoiding her vulva, returning all the time to her rosebud. It fluttered with joy! Sue was writhing and trembling with excitement. Moaning and whining for release. She didn't really want it yet, though. And even if she did, she would have to wait until I was good and ready to relieve her! Much more foreplay was necessary. Much much more tantalizing her sensitive parts - and that gorgeous bum!

It was some twenty minutes later that Susanna finally reached her peak - after several false alarms - when my busy tongue finally brought her over the top. It was an awesome experience.

'Give it me!' she screamed. 'Oh God, Sarah! Give it to me! Now! Oh, fucking hell!' Begging for her orgasm for several minutes before I finally let her have it - pushing my finger up her bottom to trigger the final button. I held it in there while Sue bucked and jolted, yelping and grunting as each spasm racked her loins. My sucking lips and touching tongue managed to hang on to her twisting and squirming vulva and clit until she finally subsided, exhausted.

It's so nice to be relaxed, not wondering if anyone's going to come home - or the doorbell to answer. So relaxing for us. Then we decided the first thing to do was to shower then get dressed again, since it was early evening! We planned to eat at a small restaurant in Pimlico, not far from the Square, which I knew from a few years ago. Very chic - and excellent grub. A large gin and French beforehand - and a bottle of Pouilly Fuissé with the Loch Fyne oysters - with a brandy and coffee after - had us nice and mellow by the time we returned to the flat.

Once inside, away from the world, we slowly undressed each other, item by item, until we were naked, rubbing our nipples together in an passionate clinch. What a heavenly act, removing Sue's clothing, item by item, savoring each part of her body as it became revealed. And she mine. Our hands explored each part, lips kissed nipples, examined minutely the areola with it's little pimples and hard brown nipple. Touching, tasting, caressing during the undressing, as though for the very first time. Reveling in the sheer thrill of feeling her skin. The contours if her body. Those delicious breasts. Those superb hips. That furry patch above her center-piece. My nose rubbed against her clitoral hood, sinking into the valley below - slippery and fragrant by this time.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 08



Now completely naked, we spent ages just adoring each other's body. We were in no hurry. Whispering our thoughts, kissing ears, necks, breasts, bottoms - most of all, the bottoms and vulvas. Those two delicious entries to the most vital part of our bodies, until they were unable to withstand the growing torment. Our nervous systems were on fire with lust and desire. Suddenly, the surge of release overwhelmed my whole being. I exploded with an agonizing orgasm, feeling Sue doing the same as we writhed and bucked on the bed. Fucking hell!

Then we subsided into each other's arms with deep sighs of satisfaction. 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 09



You know that lovely, peaceful time, lying beside your lover, embracing after making love successfully? Well, Susanna and I were in such a contented mood. Our warm relaxed bodies resting side by side after the wild intimacy of a few minutes ago, resulting in delicious orgasms for each of us. I was resting one hand on her groin, squeezing the soft flesh between her thighs affectionately. I sighed contentedly. Such peace. Such love. Such happiness. Not having been together for a few days, we were both hungry for love making - exploring our warm, soft bodies with all their bulges and secret crevices. Searching for the mystery within the dark recesses of the inner body. Mmmm! Sheer heaven.

And we had all week-end to indulge ourselves in the Dolphon Square flat.

We turned to look into each other's eyes. Susanna's skin smelt great. She has a really nice baby-like smell to her. Which I adore. So arousing. I smiled fondly at her, but she had a curious, serious look about her face. After searching my eyes intently for a few moments, she spoke.

'Sarah - I want to tell you something. Something about my past. Do you mind?'

'Of course not darling. You can tell me anything - you known that.'

'I've been thinking about it for a day or two now. It was all brought back to me when we saw the film that other day.'

'What - Notes on a Scandal?'

'Yes.' she dropped her eyes to avoid my questioning look. Then she turned her eyes to me again, with an intense expression in them. 'Kiss me Sarah. Tell me you love me,' she implored.

I rolled onto my side, taking her in my arms to kiss her mouth deeply and tenderly. I was intoxicated by the taste of her.

'Come on Sue. I love you dearly. What's worrying you? I know I'm not your first lady lover - is that what this is about?'

'No,' she replied. 'But you're right, I was introduced to girl on girl last year. But this was real boy on girl sex.'

'What?' I thought the worst! 'Not underage sex...?'

'Oh, no no no no!'

I looked at her for a few seconds. I could see she was troubled. 'Tell me darling. I won't judge. I won't be jealous.'

With an unexpected laugh, she said 'Do you know your Shakespeare?' I didn't reply. Just smiled at her in encouragement. '"So may the outward shows be least themselves", he wrote... and "there is no art to find the mind's construction in the face." You see, he knew that you just couldn't tell what's in a person's head by their appearance. I mean... take you and me. When we're nicely washed, dressed and cleaned up, chatting to the parishioners, who could possibly guess that our minds are awash with lecherous thoughts?'

I smiled. I must admit, I often think that the person I am talking with would never believe what I was really thinking about. I have an obscene mind. And I know Sue's is the same! I can't explain it.

Anyway, this is the story she told me - or the confession she made - whichever you prefer!

Andrew was the head of the boy's choir in the church. He was eleven when we moved to that parish and had an outstanding boy soprano voice. Your Simon will understand what I mean (she was referring to my husband who was the organist and choirmaster at church). And he was a clean, well-presented boy. Well, I am a trained singer - though not brilliant - and I play the piano, so it was suggested that I coach him a little. Take him through some of his pieces. Which I did, both of us enjoying the weekly sessions. 

It also gave the choirmaster the opportunity of coming round to see me. I think he fancied me actually. But I was a very moral person, even though I often did have improper thoughts - indecent fantasies. I would never have cheated on Peter, even though I speculated on the physical attributes of the choirmaster. He was a charming guy, openly flirting with me in a light way. I liked him.

I was a virgin when we married. Rather unusual, I'm told. I had a happy childhood, with my mother explaining all about sex and relationships to me. She helped me a lot. The whole family went to church - firm believers. Anyway, of course I went to parties and things as a teenager - petted and kissed and fondled. But never fucked - or went the whole way, as we used to call it in those days!

Then Peter came along, we fell in love - well I thought it was love at the time - and married. I lost my virginity that night of course - but it wasn't all that spectacular an event. Peter has never been highly sexed, or particularly physical. Not that I knew any different in those days. Well, I had a daughter, but the birth was a difficult one and meant that I was unable to have any more children. That upset me, because the one thing I wanted more than anything else, was a little boy. It's not that I don't love Jennifer - goodness me, of course I do - but I just wanted a boy.

Anyway, this lad, Andrew became almost a member of the family - I think he was filling in for the son I never had. He ran errands for me, did little jobs, played silly games together - I helped him with his homework. And for five years he was almost a son to me. I watched him grow up - his voice break (goodness, did I pull his leg about that!!) - the down grow on his upper lip.

He became a handsome young man and was now a baritone in the senior choir. He was studying music at school, which is how I came to know the headmaster and his wife rather well. We also met at official functions in the town where school and church come together from time to time. I was rather innocent still about sexual matters. Margaret changed all that.

I asked if Margaret was the headmaster's wife. Sue said she was.

She was a well-built handsome woman of around forty. Very attractive and very forthright and self-assured. I was taken in by her straight away. She had chubby cheeks, a generous mouth with an infectious laugh and a gleam in her eye! She seduced me, Sarah. I was a willing victim, though. She made me feel so special. When she kissed with those full lips, my legs turned to putty. I couldn't explain why... the thought of sex with her hadn't crossed my mind. But when it did happen, my whole life changed.

She came round to the Vicarage with some music for Andrew, and stayed for a coffee. It was summer, and the sun was shining. Margaret was wearing a light cotton muslin dress and straw hat. Sitting together on the settee chatting, she suddenly turned to me and gave me a straight appraising look.

'Susanna - you're looking a bit peeky today. Are you feeling alright?'

I assured I was, though I was feeling somewhat stressed with mother not being well and having to do some running round for her. I told her I hadn't slept too well, either, so perhaps that was it.

'You need relaxing,' she said. 'How long is it since you were kissed?' I was taken aback by the question itself and by the abruptness of it. Before I could muster up a suitable reply, she went on 'I mean really kissed - not just a peck on the cheek. Like this!'

And she leaned across, took my face in the palms of both hands, and kissed me full on the lips. Once I'd got over the surprise, I realised what a lovely feeling it was. I closed my eyes, letting her lips press against mine, lightly chewing them for what seemed ages, though it was probably only a minute or two.

'There!' she broke off. 'That tastes nice.'

'Probably the mint toothpaste,' I joked as I regained my breath.

'So, how long has it been?' she asked again

'My memory doesn't go so far back,' I laughed. 'But that was really nice.'

'And you are so attractive, Susanna. Beautiful even!'

Needing no further encouragement, she kissed me again, this time stroking my face lightly with the pads of her fingers, then my neck and ear lobes. She started to murmur lightly against my lips, humming, sending a light vibration through my face. The sensation was lovely. Her lips brushed my eyelids, then moved over my ears and neck. I was lying back in the corner of the settee by this time, letting Margaret stroke my neck and shoulders until her fingers slipped into the top of my bra to caress the upper part of my breast.

It was so relaxing. I didn't even try to prevent her hand from exploring the swell of my breast. I was almost willing her to touch my nipple, actually. And she did. The feel of it sent a jolt coursing though my belly. I was relishing being pampered. It was a new experience for me.

With eyes closed, I let her unfasten my blouse without making any attempt to stop her. Both breasts were soon released from the bra cups, nipples tingling with arousal, stiffening quickly with the attention they were getting. Margaret stroked and caressed, kissed and tongued both breasts and nipples with supreme intimacy. My mind was in a whirl - a whirl of sensual delight. But it was when I felt her hand slide under the hem of my skirt, her long nails trailing softly along the skin of my upper thigh, that I realised she wanted to go further - to feel my most secret of places.

And do you know - in spite of my mouth turning dry, I actually wanted her to! Her fingers were so very gentle and light against my skin. I knew that my vagina was leaking rather copiously. And I was glad. I wanted her to know that she had aroused my passion. In fact, I couldn't remember a time when I wanted so much to be played with. It was as though I was a schoolgirl again.

Anyway, I was just lying back enjoying the attention, deft fingers pushing my knickers to one side, dabbling in my wet vulva, searching its vestibule, fondling the labia. A tentative finger slipped into my vagina for a moment to collect some honey, before transferring to the little button at the apex of my gash. Gosh! I jumped a mile when it touched my clit. I was murmuring and moaning with delight. This was so very lovely!

I hardly noticed Margaret unfasten my waist band and draw my skirt over my legs, followed by my knickers. I was totally lost in a sea of sensuality. I wanted to surrender myself to this demanding woman. It was a totally new and exciting experience for me when she knelt between my legs and blew ever so lightly on my vulva, sending waves of intense fervor into the pit of my stomach. But it was when her lips gripped onto my clit that I went over the top. I had never in my life felt anything so thrilling. My whole body was ablaze with desire.

For the next several minutes, my vulva was treated to a feast of sensual agitation by those hot lips and that tongue. Her humming lips vibrated against my clit giving indescribable sensations of lust and desire rippling though me. My muscles were trembling and shaking with passion, building up to a peak of sexual frustration through my whole being. This was all new to me. My back was arched, pushing against that wonderful mouth giving me such an emotional roller-coaster ride. I was crying out I think. Wanting release - but at the same time, not wanting this marvelous sensation ever to stop. Until, when I felt I could withstand no more of the intense ecstatic agony washing over me, Margaret pushed a finger into my bum.

God! That was just as absolutely incredible as it was unexpected! As soon as it entered the little brown bud, I hit the roof, Sarah! My whole body was racked with lurching, jerking spasms. I had never had an orgasm like that in my life. My body had never behaved like that. I didn't know such sensations were possible. I was completely transmogrified. Utterly spaced out by it! Out of this world! Unbelievable!

When I returned to sanity, regaining my composure, Margaret was holding me in her arms, with a smile on her face.

'There darling,' she said. 'That's what you've been missing recently.'

'Recently?' I repeated, still out of breath. 'Always! Always! God, Margaret. I never knew such out-of-this-world emotions were possible. Thank you! Thank you for releasing me!'

I realised now that the dull ache I had felt all these months, the vague feeling of unease in the pit of my stomach was nothing to do with my insides. It was the demand for sex. I hadn't been getting any and my body was telling me I needed it!

Well, she didn't insist on my returning the favor there and then, but I was fascinated by my new found sexuality and asked if I could see her body. So she stripped off and stood before me, stark naked. Her breasts were large and heavy, with large saucer-like areolas covering the bottom quarter of the hanging breasts, and chunky brown nipples.

I immediately latched my lips onto them for several minutes, before transferring my attention to her chubby groin. She was not very hairy - her sparse curls were light brown, covering the whole area of the vulva. I asked her to change places so that she was lying back in the settee and I could get between her legs for a proper look.

I then had my very first close-up of a woman's genitals. I was astonished by them. Such a collection of soft, fleshy lumps and bumps. All very squashy! Her inner labia were long, hanging down from the grip of the hairy, plump outer lips. They were heavily wrinkled, the ridges a dark brown color. Much bigger than my own. As Margaret opened her thighs wider, the outer lips were drawn apart, displaying the whole beauty of her vulva. I was captivated by the pool of starchy-looking liquid that had collected in the entrance to her half-dilated vagina. I tasted it with my tongue. My first taste of woman. Delectable and sweet!

The tip of my tongue traced the tops of her inner labia from the clitoris, round the base of the contracting vagina back to the top where they attached to the pale clit partly protected by its hood. The opening of her vagina was surrounded by a succession of fleshy petals. My tongue explored every little lump and crevice.

I wasn't very good at cunnilingus, I'm afraid, never having done it before, but she helped me out by rubbing her own clit with her stiffened fingers. Her orgasm was pretty wild. I was transformed, Sarah.

Well, we tidied ourselves up, got dressed, and promised to repeat the experience again as often as we could without arousing suspicion. So we started a very satisfying and happy love affair. And no-one ever found out.

'She must have been a good teacher, Sue' I said. 'You give me the most wonderful and powerful orgasms! There's no one I know of, to touch you.' Susanna gave me an appreciative smile. She went on with her story. 

Andrew had his sixteenth birthday party at the Vicarage. His parents, he said were not really interested in their children - he had a sister - preferring to argue with each other most of the time. Andrew is a Gemini, with some of the traits associated with that sign. He liked to know what was going on - was something of a gossip. He was fun to be with and to listen to. A real chatterbox. I was glad that he was ignorant about my affair with Margaret, which had been going on for almost three years by this time. He was also witty with a sense of mischief, but a bit unreliable and a bit of a butterfly.

One afternoon, he came by as I was busy making some cakes for the bring and buy stall at church. I wasn't expecting him. Turning to talk to him, I spilt some flour from my hands onto the front of his trousers. Without thinking, I laughed an apology, tried to brush it off with the back of my hand, succeeding only in adding more to it. So, I quickly wiped my hands on the towel, picked up a cloth and started to dust the flour from off his pants. He pushed his hips forward to help me get at it. But it was quite evident that my hand had aroused that part of him tucked in there. Well, a sixteen year old boy is easily aroused.

'Hey! What's all this?' I laughed. But, for some reason I'll never understand, I continued wiping his trousers, but rather more slowly - and sensuously. My eyes never left the bulge growing inside there. The cloth fell from my hand as I deliberately rubbed the area covering his stiffening penis.

I don't think either of us was embarrassed by it. After all, we had been close friends now for over five years and there was little we couldn't say to each other. He used me as his confidante when talking about the girls he fancied and the kisses he'd stolen behind the gym. Asking me all about love - how to tell you were smitten by it. Things like that. We talked quite a lot about sex. But here we were, standing together, with my hand now feeling his stiff cock quite deliberately.

I looked up at him. Our eyes met. Neither of us spoke as our faces came slowly together to join in a kiss. Not just a friendly kiss, either. It was a sexy kiss. I never thought a young lad like that would know how to kiss in that way. 

It was then that I realised I was wanting to touch him and had wanted to touch him for quite some time. We were very close. The next thing I knew, he had taken my hand in his and placed it over his bare cock. My mouth dried up! What should I do? He had obviously unzipped his pants during our embrace, to release his stiff cock. Now he wanted me to hold it.

We broke off to take breath, but he didn't give me time to consider the situation, telling me that he had wanted me to do that for a long time.

'You are so kind and beautiful, Susanna. I have really been in love with you for years. I never dared to tell you though, until now.'

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. I looked down between our bodies to gaze on his manhood. It was, of course, straining at the leash with my hand wrapped loosely round it! It was so handsome. Having only ever seen one penis before - that of my husband - I had assumed that they were all alike. But Andrew's was slender and long - and very pale. It bewitched me. I couldn't drag my eyes away from it.

After fondling it for a few moments, without thinking, I slid to my knees in front of him, unfastening the waist of the trousers, allowing them to fall round his ankles, so that I could inspect the penis more closely. To touch it - to feel it's texture and test the hardness of it. It pointed straight up, pressing against his belly. My husband's cock stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, but this was completely upright. Like a rod of iron. I leaned forward to plant a kiss on it, noticing the bead of liquid that had formed at the eye of the head. Snaking out my tongue, I licked it off. I had never tasted sperm before - or what I took to be sperm. You see how naive I was!

Andrew took hold of me under my elbows, lifting me up to face him. As we fell into another passionate kiss, he turned me round so that I was backed up against the kitchen table. Without breaking the kiss, his fingers fumbled at my blouse. I reached behind to unfasten the bra allowing my breasts to hang loose. His hands were all over them, squeezing and rubbing before he took away his right hand, lowering it to lift the hem of my skirt.

A groping hand dragged the gusset of my knickers to one side. It all happened so quickly. He was searching for my pussy, wanting to force an entrance into my dark mystery. And I wanted it! I grabbed the cock to guide it to my opening. I felt it drive straight into my vagina. By mere fluke I thought. Straight in. Gosh! I gulped hard! There was nothing to prevent it reaching the depths of my warm pouch. Andrew ploughed in and out like a wild thing, grunting and panting. Every thrust pushed the wind out of me, grunting to his rhythm. We were both panting like mad.

I just wasn't thinking of anything other than that wonderful feeling of hard cock sliding in and out of the soft, wet channel that nature had provided for it. It was mine! Phenomenal! And the most sublime sensation it gave in me as my body welcomed the act - adored it. So unexpected. So sudden. So fucking fantastic. It was so long since I had relished that ultimate feeling, that the pleasure seemed double what I remembered of it. I was glorying in the act of fornication - almost an act of worship between two bodies reaching out for each other.

Of course, at that tender age, ejaculation is eager and quick. And this was no exception. As our lips continued to grind together viciously, his buttocks thudding against my groin, I felt him explode inside me. I counted them as if it was important to know how many there were. Five - six - seven - then a pause. There was no orgasm for me though. Just bewilderment - an overwhelming feeling, an acknowledgment that I'd been willingly violated.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 09



I had committed adultery with a youth of less than half my own age. And loved it! I couldn't really get my head round it. But it was what I wanted. I was desperate for it! I hadn't realised just how desperate. It certainly wasn't Andrew's fault. Sure, I was his urgent need for sex that drew us together - the drive he felt in his loins that had urged him on. I had no such excuse. Mine was just unadulterated lust! God! We must keep this quiet! If anyone... Christ!

And as I pondered on the enormity of the act, Andrew started up again. Having discovered the warm, welcoming pocket, he was only too anxious to make the most of it. His cock had remained upright after that first eruption, glorying in its triumph. I just leaned back on my haunches, and allowed him to have a second fuck! I reveled in it. He came again fairly quickly. But I knew he would want to return to me often! He was hooked!

After a few moments of savoring the delight, I grabbed the towel to catch the contents of my vagina on his withdrawal. Then we cleaned up and dusted ourselves down.

I smiled thinly at him.

'Thanks Susanna. That was so, so wonderful. I always wanted you to be the woman to take my virginity. And you just have.'

I didn't know whether to feel flattered or sickened!

Well, try as I might, I just couldn't refuse him any more. He had discovered the thrill in forcing an entrance to that chamber of mystery and desire. My need for young cock was just as demanding as his need for a my vagina. Well - any vagina! We fucked fairly often when it was quite safe. I just couldn't get enough! I was so flattered that a young man should want to make love - well, have sex - with someone old enough to be his mother.

I often thought I should make a big effort to put an end to it, but to tell the truth, I was as besotted with it as he was. It was like being a teenager again! Rediscovering sex. I wanted it all the time. When I didn't see him, I yearned for him. My loins pined! That deep feeling of insatiable desire in my belly. And when he did come to the house I opened my legs wide for him and almost ate him.

We fucked mainly in the conservatory after that first time. It was safer. We couldn't be unwittingly interrupted. Or, if it was warm, in the garden shed. I just couldn't get enough of him Sarah - or of his cock more like. But I was constantly aware, and most upset that I was an adulterer! Deep down, I knew I would have to pay the price one day. But for now? Enjoy, for God's sake!

Well, the way it ended came as a shock. I was totally unprepared for Margaret telling me after one of our love making sessions, that there was a rumor in the school that I was having sex with one of the boys. With Andrew in fact!

I felt suddenly sick. The color drained from my face. I just had to sit down. Of course, I denied it vehemently, adding yet another deadly sin to the one I was already guilty of. It seemed that Andrew had bragged to some of the other boys about being the lover of the vicar's wife. They all laughed at him apparently. Had sex with the Vicar's wife? Pull the other one. No way! Not a chance. How did he expect anyone to believe such an outrageous claim.

But one of the boys, who it seems, unbelievably, really had a crush on me, was so livid, that he told the teacher - who told the Head!

Even so, it was incredible. That Andrew should have spoken of it at all. I felt so angry - so ashamed - so humiliated. I knew boys did brag about such things - men as well, I believe - but Andrew of all people? I decided to have it out with him. And do you know what? He laughed at me, Sarah! Laughed for God's sake!

What the hell had happened to that boy? I was devastated. It made me so ill. The shame. Even though it was completely disbelieved by everyone who heard the claim. Anyway, I had a nervous breakdown.

The headmaster had the delicate job of telling my husband about the rumor. 'Of course,' he told Peter, 'no-one believes it for one moment! It's absurd.' But it was being bandied about. The upshot was that when the boy was called before the Headmaster, and asked to apologize, Andrew refused. He was expelled. His career ruined - well, put on hold for a long time I guess. Why did he persist in insisting he was my lover? Well - he's a Gemini, isn't he?

The upshot was, that I went home to stay with my parents for a while, and the Bishop found Peter a new parish - this one. It was just about to become available through the illness of the previous incumbent. We were lucky. I haven't seen Andrew since. Nor Margaret for that matter.

Susanna was weeping softly. I took her in my arms to soothe her. I kissed the tears from her face. We made love quietly and gently again for quite a long time. The orgasms were not important, though they did come to us both eventually. Not explosive ones, just satisfying, relaxing ones. We were very close. We love each other!

We fell asleep in each other's arms. 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 10



I

George had kissed his wife Sarah goodbye. The Chrysler had driven off to take her on her way to London, calling at the vicarage to pick up Susanna, wife of the parish priest, who was accompanying her for a weekend break. As a special birthday treat for Susanna, they were staying at Sarah's step-son's flat in Dolphin Square until Sunday, whilst her step-son and his wife were in the country. Albert drove them to the airport for the afternoon flight, leaving George to prepare for his Friday afternoon struggle with the business accounts. It was a weekly meeting he had with his Business Manager, Janet Freeman - one he usually enjoyed. But not today.

A single career woman, Janet was very efficient - a wizard with figures, and had been very largely responsible for preparing their complex case for a large grant from the English Heritage and the Arts Council to fund the major renovation of the Stately Home, owned by the family of Sir George Hamilton. He was the seventeenth baron and responsible for the upkeep and good housekeeping of the family seat, held in trust for English Heritage. Both organizations had complimented Janet on her brilliant presentation.

With her clean, good looks and elegant figure, coupled with a confident manner, Janet had an excellent presentational manner. Having been with the family for eight years, she had soon taken charge of the financial affairs. Lady Sarah had been the one to suggest to George that some major renovations of the early seventeenth century mansion were essential, and being in interior designer of some reputation had soon fired her husband's enthusiasm with her ideas. They interviewed applicants for the new post of Development Manager together.

Janet had stood head and shoulders above the other applicants, being appointed with a rather higher salary than they originally intended. She was soon promoted to Business Manager. To have brought in a consultancy firm specializing in applying for grant aid, would have cost three times Janet's salary in one-off fees, if successful. And Janet had a confident and charming personality, able to persuade the most skeptical of people to follow her proposals.

On receiving news of the acceptance of their application, George and Janet had celebrated with a bottle of vintage champagne from the extensive wine cellar, getting rather drunk on it. Unfortunately, Sarah was away at the time, visiting her family, so was unable to join in the celebrations. It was in this alcoholic state, that a friendly kiss of congratulations developed into a more lengthy affair, ending in a passionate embrace. They had fallen into each other's arms, largely at Janet's instigation, and got carried away.

The outcome was wild, uninhibited fornication. Janet perched on the edge of the desk, hoisting her skirt round her waist, dragging off her knickers. With legs wide apart, her knickers tossed on the floor, George quickly unclipped his trousers, zipped them open, allowing them to shutter round his ankles. The sight of Janet's abundant vulva, bursting from a frame of auburn curls, was sufficient to inflame the inebriated George. His cock had swelled to its fullest proportions. Pushing his underpants over his thighs, the cock was immediately thrust deep in the beckoning vagina, until it was submerged to the very hilt. Without ceremony, George started to fuck it hard, his testicles slapping noisily against Janet's bottom.

She was urging him on. 'Come on, George. Fuck it! Fuck it hard. Hard! I need to feel you deep inside. Oh yes! Fuck it! Fuck fuck fuck!' George didn't disappoint. It was a quick, almost violent act. Both went at it desperately, grunting with effort. George's ejaculation was unusually copious. After several weeks of celibacy, his normal seven spasms were now as many as nine, gushing his sperm deep into his manager. A breathless Janet was delighted with it! She whimpered with joy.

'My, George! That was some deluge!'

They both felt rather sheepish after the event, but agreed that it was something they needed, to share their success together. In was a bonding together. At least, that was the excuse they made to themselves. As George watched Janet mop up the leaking juices from her vagina with paper hankies, they swore it wouldn't happen again. But, of course, it did. This arrangement continued most Fridays, with a quick violent session, usually with Janet fully dressed, though without her knickers, bent over the desk, before they got down to the real business of finance.

At the age of thirty-six, Janet enjoyed her private home life, mixing with friends at church for social needs. Janet did not have a particularly high sex drive in normal circumstances, but once aroused she could become overpowered by a rapid, irresistible urge for wild sex. It was almost animal. It could happen with another woman as well as a man.

She was equally at home with either. This was the case, fueled by the champagne, that afternoon in the office. Janet wasn't really turned on by sex in a comfortable setting - she preferred it whilst fully dressed in a sudden undeniable urge. It was wickedly exciting. It drove her to heights of undeniable lust resulting in violent, screaming orgasms. Then she would just as suddenly lose interest! This arrangement suited George. He wanted no emotional involvement. Just to fuck the amazing vagina of the beautifully elegant Janet on her own terms. Ruthless and hard.

On this occasion of Sarah leaving for London, however, it was the wrong week for Janet to allow George his usual satisfaction, resulting in him being rather unfulfilled. Janet teased him rather mercilessly, having a good laugh at his discomfort. She declined to give him a hand job, leaving him frustrated, supercharged with lust.

Although when they first met and married, his sex life with Sarah was frequent and unquenchable, the intervening years, with the demands of the work involved in building the business, had reduced George's sex drive to an occasional familiar act in bed on a Sunday morning. The weeks waiting for the result of their application, and the heavy work load had been a period of abstinence. So he was ready for an energetic romp with Janet. Sex had resumed with Sarah, but without the passion of earlier years.

After a scratch meal, already prepared for him to pop into the microwave, and a half bottle of claret, he was feeling unsettled and tense. Perhaps and early night was called for, so, after watching some football on the TV, George decided to have a final check round the building. It was pretty impregnable, with security alarm circuits connected directly to the local police station. So any unwanted intrusions would be quickly investigated. There were also several CCTV cameras, mainly intended to keep a close watch on the most lavishly furnished of the rooms, but also to keep a watch on the approaches to the building. A battery of screens was in the security manager's office, though a monitor was also installed in their private office.

Checking into the Security office, his eye was immediately drawn to movement on one of the screens. It was the camera overlooking the Copse car park. This small space was at the back of the estate. A car park used by the staff, because it had a direct access to the house through the back door - what was once the tradesmen's and servants' entrance. A security gate in the high fencing round the back of the property kept unwanted visitors out of the building. Access to it was by a little-used side road without any gate to deter visitors.

George was surprised to see three cars parked up, thinking at first that it may be the staff who had left their vehicles there. Then he saw that in all of them, couples were engaged in sex! It was then that George remembered his Security Manager, Fred, telling him that the car park had recently started to be used by doggers during the late evening at weekends. Mostly weekends.

Though mildly interested, George had thought no more about it. Until now that is! There on the screen, a woman was kneeling on the front seat of an Audi S3 Quatro, her naked bottom stuck out of the open passenger door, being shagged hard, doggie style. The man was being urged on by a guy in the driver's seat, who was handling his erect cock sticking out of his trousers. Astonishing!

The car was parked so that the passenger door was hidden from the entrance to the park, but the CCTV camera was placed in the back corner, with a perfect view of the action. George sat in front of the console, smiling at the unexpected scene. The other cars were top of the range models with recent registration numbers. Obviously well-heeled people. His interest soon manifested itself in a swelling in his own trousers.

Taking the control, George zoomed the camera in on the car door, bringing a close-up of the man with his trousers round his ankles, hips thudding in and out of a large vulva. It would be so easy for him to join them from the back gate. She looked good. Attractive, even at this odd angle. Yes! Damn it! He'd investigate! He could do with a bit of fun! And he was already erect. George's frustrated cock was crying out for attention, bursting with desire. This was what he needed to settle his mind.

Before leaving the room, he returned the screen to it's stand-by position, adjusting his cock to a more comfortable position in his underwear, pressing against his belly. He paid a quick visit to his dressing room, where he took a condom from an inside pouch his overnight valise, slipping it into his jacket pocket. Then, after turning off the alarms on the rear of the building, George tip-toed silently through the rear door, closing it softy behind him.

He stood for a moment in the soft light, taking in the blossom scented air. The evening was warm. The leaves sighed. The blossom in the trees gave off a pleasant scent as he tiptoed quietly along the path to the security gate. this was a perfect night for fucking, he thought. Prodding in the password on the lock, the gate swung silently open. George inched his way to the opening in the trees at the edge of the park.

During his preparations, a dark blue BMW had arrived, with a couple kissing and groping each other in the front seats. The car had its interior lights on, so that George could clearly see the lady had her blouse pulled high, without a bra, exposing a pair of large breasts. They had heavily pimpled areola, surrounding thick, deep brown nipples, now being squeezed by her partner. As George approached the BMW, the man dragged her skirt waist-high, exposing the expanse of buttocks, before sliding his hand inside the knickers, pulling the gusset to one side, uncovering the vulva.

As George came right up to car window, alongside her, he looked directly at the man, now smiling at him. Their eyes met. George moved forward a little to adjust his line of vision, in order to get a better view through the windscreen. She opened her legs wide to expose the hair-covered center of her fascination. George fiddled with his trouser flies, allowing his cock its freedom . Inside the car, the man whispered into the woman's ear. She turned her head to stare at George's hard cock. Seeing the hard shaft, the lady's dark eyes widened before looking up to meet George's gaze for a second or two, before turning back to face her partner with a slight nod.

George moved to the side of the passenger window. The women was busy again, playing with her partner's penis. The guy looked up at him, smiling, as the window hissed half way open. She was still concentrating on her husband's cock as the man passed her soiled knickers out to George. He pressed to his face to inhale her scent, before putting his head through the window the car, watching the man fingering her soaking vulva. After a brief pause, the passenger window slid fully open for the woman to turn her head. She gazed on his hard cock before leaning her head towards it, opening her mouth to take the first inch between her lips. George gave a light gasp, his cock jerking as she started to suckle and nibble it softly.

She started sucking George's very hard cock. He put his hand into the car, pointing at Beatrice's crotch.

'Okay to play?'

The man looked at his wife, who nodded almost imperceptibly. George murmured with delight as he put his hand on the bare thigh, slowly stroking it up and down her smooth skin toward her vulva. As his hand reached it, he looked questioningly again at the man, to see if it was okay to feel it. Seeing a smiled of agreement George put his hand on the wet, hairy gash. Oh yes! A heaven sent delight. Warm and slippery.

Quite suddenly, the woman turned to kneel in her seat, pushing her buttocks towards the open window, showing it to George.

Oh yes, George thought, before slipping his fingers straight into her vagina, whilst wanking himself slowly with the woman's knickers wrapped round his cock. Her open thighs were an invitation which George wasn't able to refuse. He extended his right arm to stroke her inner thighs, enjoying the feel of the smooth flesh, whilst his other hand unfastened the waistband of his trousers. Once the trousers had fallen over his knees, George was able to study the vulva in detail. Fascinating! So different to the others in his life, promising much enjoyment. There were three moles on her inner right thigh he noticed. Otherwise smooth flesh, flanking the gateway to the lady's paradise.

Turning back into her seat, the woman reached for George's cock. He moved his hand to allow her to take hold of it. She slowly wanked it, while fondling his testicles, then reached her head out the window and sucked his cock properly! Then, she twisted round in her seat again, asking her husband to kiss her. As they kissed, George put his hand inside the window, slipping his fingers straight into her pussy.

'I'm getting near,' George gasped. 'Any chance of a fuck?'

During some urgent whispering and fumbling in the car, George quickly rolled a condom over his shaft. Then the door was pushed open. The woman swung her legs out as she whispered. 'How shall we do it?'

'Just slide your bum out a bit,' he croaked. She did. George held her labia open with both hands. After a brief pause, with the head of his cock poised at the entrance to her vagina, he pushed it up to the hilt. Gosh! Marvelous! It was tighter than George had expected, though the generous supply of vaginal juices allowed the penetration without any discomfort. Phew! But George was so worked up that he started to buck and thrust into her with unbridled lust. He was vaguely aware of the husband adjusting his position to allow a good look at his cock driving relentlessly in and out of his wife tight vagina.

After the initial onslaught, George slowed down to take a deep breath, before taking off again like a crazy bull! The car rocked violently as he rammed into her. The woman screamed. 'Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard - DO IT! Fuck me!'

There was no finesse. Just a hard shag. The moaning woman started to come. So did George. There was no holding back. After their bodies rocked and jolted with fierce spasms, George's cock ejaculating copiously, he eventually stopped, breathless. But his cock remained stiff and hard. Slowly, George started to slide in and out again. He needed a second coming. He was to wound up to stop at one. Holding her thighs, he got into a regular rhythm, head thrown back, delighting in the sheer sensation of driving in and out of a woman's soft, silky vagina.

Low moans and whimpering came from the woman as she flexed her vaginal muscles against the cock within. Time stood still. The beautiful feeling of a driving cock in a warm vagina was sublime. Her husband was fingering her clitoris, bringing her thighs to a squirming mass of flesh, twisting and lurching on George's unrelenting cock. Her whole body began again to twitch and flex, her head rolling from side to side on the seat, until, after a tense pause, she collapsed into a paroxysm of shaking loins, gasping and crying out loudly as each spasm shook her for several seconds.

The sheer intensity of the woman's orgasm brought George to an overwhelming ejaculation, gushing from his toes to his loins! There were a few seconds of silence as the couple shared a few moments of mutual pleasure in each other's release, before he withdrew slowly, leaving the woman with her head sunk onto the seat with a long sigh of relief.

'Fucking great,' George said. 'Lovely and tight! Thanks!' Stuffing the knickers in his pocket, he pulled off the condom, tying the end, before dragging up his trousers. He left the couple in the car kissing eagerly. There were two cars still in the park, one about to leave, with the female passenger buttoning her blouse. The other had the tail gate up, with two women bent over into the boot, gripping the frame for support, thighs apart, bottoms bare, being shagged hard by two sturdy guys. The men, naked from the waist down, had their hands sunk firmly into the flesh of the women's thighs, their cocks thrusting in and out of the moaning women. Both were concentrating on enjoying the act. 

Reaching his bedroom, having secured the back entrance to the house, George was still engrossed with his memory of the action. That pale pair of buttocks. That tight soft vagina. It was incredible. He realized that he still had the woman's knickers in his pocket. Lifting them to his face, George inhaled deeply. Mm! Yes. Unmistakable scent of woman! She had been very grateful, he thought. He smiled at the thought. Bloody hell, it was he who should be grateful. Of course, he wasn't aware that it was the couple's first dogging session.

As he undressed, his cock was still half erect at the thought of the exciting anonymous fuck. He was still too aroused to sleep. It was a pity he had to wear a condom. It just wasn't the same. He never wore one with Sarah. But necessary tonight, for both parties. After hanging his clothes, throwing his underwear into the laundry basket, he stood looking at his naked figure in the full-length dressing mirror. The scent from the knickers had encouraged his cock to erect fully again. It was as hard as ever!

George knew he would have to have another orgasm. He had read somewhere that a man ejaculated only about one third of his supply of sperm at a time, leaving some for another primeval mate on heat, who might be waiting round the corner. He had confirmed this fact of triple orgasms on many occasions. With the powerful urges of lustful youth, he had often found it necessary to masturbate until he had ejaculated three times, before his erection would subside. It was the same with a woman - particularly a beautiful one new to him, when he was aroused beyond belief whilst fucking them. In earlier times, all night sessions had produced as many as four ejaculations, though not all of equal abundance!

Throwing himself naked on the bed, George looked down on his cock, arrogant and proud. He stroked it fondly. 'You old reprobate.' he muttered to it. Masturbating was something he enjoyed. It was a thing he'd done and enjoyed for as long as he could remember. Every day when in his youth. There was no question of having to please anyone else. Purely selfish enjoyment. Luxuria! He dragged the silk knickers over the shaft, stimulating the nerves beneath the skin of his cock. Those knickers had encased the vulva of a woman. Hot and sticky! Sliding over his shaft. His mind roamed over the memories of the women it had penetrated. There had been quite a few. His first wife had enjoyed giving him a hand job, sometimes in the most unlikely places, the most spectacular being the restaurant in Venice. He smiled at the memory of his sperm filling her napkin.

Sarah was also fascinated by his ejaculations. She would take her time, pausing just as he thought he'd reached the point of no return. She was a perfect judge. Until she decided that the time had come to release the torrent. His ejaculations were awesome at times! Sarah would whoop with joy as the jets exploded over her breasts and belly. At those times nature wouldn't allow him to penetrate her, she loved to play with her toy, as he grappled with her spongy breasts. She would talk to it. Whisper her praise of it's handsome glory. Kiss it tenderly. Lick up and down the shaft. Then rub the end against her cheeks before slipping it between he lips and rubbing it against the insides of her cheeks. 'You gorgeous creature,' she would murmur to it. 'You beauty,' as she titillated it with her finger nails, lightly kissing the end numerous times. 'You are the greatest of all gods!'




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 10



George could hear her talking to it in his mind. He started to work the shaft between fingers and thumb. Closing his eyes to revive the sight of the woman in the car - mmm! - her moans and cries of lust reverberated in his head. Fuck me! Fuck me! In her classy voice. He wrapped the soiled knickers round the shaft, starting to masturbate slowly and seriously. It was necessary to restrain the urges in his loins for as long as possible, in order to get the most personal enjoyment from the act. But eventually, his breathing became more labored. Muscles in his legs began to tighten. His thighs flexed.

Concentrating his mind on the sensation, George felt the eruption start deep in his groin. Then, with an uncontrollable grunt , his loins lurched violently off the bed, he opened his eyes to watch the cock erupt, showering its precious white contents in several slicks over his chest and belly, each spasm a little less powerful than the previous one, though the first and third were the heaviest. Finally, his softening cock settled into the pubic curls as he watched the sperm slowly begin to trickle over his body.

He wondered who the couple in the car could be. A top of the range BMW meant they were a well-heeled couple. Probably professional. He continued to speculate as he went into the en-suite bathroom to wipe away the evidence of his lust, dropping the soiled knickers into the bin. Perhaps he might repeat the event the next night. Hah! That was a thought. He was pretty sure that Sarah and Susanna would be making love together, so why not?

George was fully aware of his wife's attraction to Sue. He didn't mind in the least, providing they were discreet. And he knew he could trust Sarah to be that! It was preferable to her having sex with other men. That would be rather below the belt. And it would detract her mind from his own indiscretions. With Janet, for example. 

Drifting into sleep, the vision of the buttocks of the woman in the car still teased his thoughts, mingled with speculating about Janet making love to Sarah. Mm, that would be something to turn him on. To fuck them both. If only! That would be a dream scenario! Lsiding his cock into Janet whilst Sarah watched at close quarters. Then he drifted to sleep.

II

On that same day, Beatrice was speculating on having reached her fortieth birthday. It was unbelievable. It seemed only yesterday that a quite different Beatrice was leaving school. Her mother had frequently claimed that people change as they grow older. Several times in fact. It was like Shakespeare's seven ages of man speech, Beatrice thought. Well, she had certainly changed over the years. And she felt ready for another change. Beatrice and John had been married for eighteen years. Although John was now a high earning solicitor, able to provide Beatrice with most of her needs, there was one thing she wanted that he wasn't able to fulfil.

They had a comfortable home, two well-balanced children at Uni, which in itself is a blessing these days, enjoyed wonderful holidays abroad, and led a busy social life. In recent years, though, Beatrice had a growing desire to have an affair. Sex with another man. The realization had appalled her at first, but over the months, it had become a nagging desire, persisting in being a regular reminder to her. Never at any previous time in her marriage had she contemplated cheating on her husband. The whole idea would have been ridiculous.

Now, though, it was not such a silly idea. It was becoming an ambition in life! She found herself looking at her friends' husbands and John's colleagues with growing interest, wondering what sort of lover they would make. Stealing glances at their crotches was becoming a game. She realised that she had changed very much from the morals she held as a young bride. Now, she wanted something different from what she had then. She had never in her life been intimate with any male other than John.

Having met her future husband at church, Beatrice had started going out with him when barely eighteen. She was a shy, reserved young lady. They were both Sunday school teachers. He was her very first date, and they fell in love. They married. Beatrice had been brought up in a God-fearing family, with a younger brother and sister, intent on keeping her virginity for her future husband. That was the rule. That was God's command.

So, at the age of forty, John was the only man she had ever known physically, giving him her most treasured possession on their wedding night. That is what she had always intended, although she had allowed John some liberties with her body in the back row of the cinema, and later in his car, when they were courting. They held hands in the dark cinema on their first date, and managed a kiss on their second.

But it was several dates later, huddled in a double seat on the back row, when they were going together seriously, that she allowed him to fondle her breasts. After becoming engaged to be married, John was eventually allowed to feel the very private place between her thighs, though not without much disquiet on her part. She felt she might lose him of she continued to refuse him liberties with her.

In spite of her reservations, however, Beatrice became excited by the sensations John aroused in her, finding her first little orgasm something of a terrifying experience. She couldn't control it! An inner explosion that was completely unexpected. But she would never let him go the whole way, as they used to call having copulation. She learned how to satisfy John's demands, using his handkerchief to collect the evidence, but both were sexually naive.

Beatrice taught herself to masturbate in bed as a means of relief, after John had got her worked up in the cinema. Even though she always felt enormously guilty afterwards, she found she couldn't resist the deeply rooted desire. Her body insisted on satisfaction. She had sinned, nevertheless! She prayed fervently and wept with self shame every time. But she still did it!

Because John was already training to become a solicitor when he took up with Beatrice, it was four years later that he qualified and was able to provide for her. It was then that they finally married. The first night of their honeymoon was a disappointment for Beatrice. Perhaps she was expecting too much, but John came so quickly that she had to bring herself to an orgasm.

Anyway, things did get better for her, and she became pregnant after a few months, resulting in a happy, contended nine months. Baby Joseph, named after his grandfather of course, proved not to be a difficult birth, and eighteen months later, her daughter Emily was born, named after John's mother of course. John became more and more successful in business, and less demanding in bed, which suited Beatrice fine.

Their lifestyle developed into a more affluent state. By this time, Beatrice had changed from being a shy, reserved young lady into a more confident wife and mother. An elegant, sophisticated wife of a well-respected professional person. Looking at her, the last thing anyone would think possible, was that behind that cool exterior, she dreamed about sex. 

Now, though, just having passed her fortieth birthday, Beatrice realised it was time for the proverbial life to begin. She had most things she wanted, but it was now time to take stock, she decided. Her husband was predicable in bed. Their sex life had dwindled over the years, which wasn't unusual she supposed. It wasn't as though she was unattractive, either. At 5'7", with dark blonde hair and a slender figure with quite large (size 38D) bust and shapely bottom, her physical appeal was still sufficient to make most men turn their heads, though all knew she was not available.

She still admired herself in the bathroom mirror, even though her waist had perhaps thickened rather. Well, after giving birth to two children that might be expected, she thought. Recently, however, Beatrice had become aware of a persistent dragging in her groin - an ache which, she found, could only be alleviated by masturbation and orgasms. And so, self gratification became a regular thing for her.

It was the start of the weekend following her fortieth that they decided to have a quiet night in for a change. After a very pleasant dinner with a bottle of one of John's favorite wines, Chateau Neuf Du Pape, they were sitting together on the settee with a large brandy each, watching an episode of Desperate Housewives on television, in a slight alcoholic haze.

'Just look Beatrice,' John asked out of the blue, 'do women really get desperate for sex, like some of these women?'

'Oh, it's only fiction, after all - just risque entertainment. Why? Do you?'

'No-o-o! We've been faithfully married all these years...' He faltered. 'Well, I'm pretty sure we have, though there have been temptations for both of us, I must say.'

'Have you never wanted to take another woman to bed?'

John pursed his lips and paused. 'Well... it's only human, I suppose. We all have our fantasies. What about you? Surely, you don't...' He left the rest if the question unasked.

'As you said, it's only human. But I have remained faithful to you John. The odd grope doesn't count, does it?' Beatrice giggled.

John joined in. 'Providing you don't tell me who the groper was, no it doesn't. In earlier days, we'd pretend we were having sex with another person when we were doing it, if you remember.'

'Gosh, yes! Roger and Delia! I wonder what they're doing these days? It was very wicked of us.'

'We did think about a foursome at one time. But you weren't you serious, Beatrice, were you?'

After thinking about the question for a few moments, she replied 'Yes, I think I was. But we didn't have the guts, did we? It was just extra bit of stimulation during sex. What I'd really like, though, would be to have a stranger. Someone I didn't know, nor would see again. That way, there's be no embarrassment. And it's not really having an affair. Just having casual sex.'

There was a substantial pause, whilst George took in what his wife had just said. 'Good heavens, Bea. Are you serious about that?' John sounded rather incredulous. Was she teasing him, he wondered? He wasn't sure whether or not he felt a pang of jealousy. No, he decided that it was just Bea wanting a bit of wickedness at his expense. Serious or not, though, he was astonished at his wife's revelation.

Bea smiled, watching her husbands discomfort. 'Yes! It's a long way from the shy girl you first seduced, I know, but...'

'And how would you feel about watching me ... er... penetrate another woman... down there?' John thought he would get his own back, throwing his wife off guard with this suggestion.

Beatrice's eyes shone. John with his cock in another woman. She hadn't really considered that. But now that she did... wow! Gosh, what an incredibly exciting experience that would be. The thought of staid old John fucking another woman she found wildly exciting. She was getting rather wet between the thighs just thinking about it.

'Absolutely ecstatic!'

Surprised by his wife's candor, John's pulse quickened. One of his long-held secret fantasies was to see his wife, this paragon of virtue, this sophisticated goddess, being penetrated by another cock, until she squirmed with ecstacy. The thought of Bea overcome with bliss, her face screwed up in painful delight, was intriguing. He decided to test the idea a little further. Perhaps it was the drink!

'Dogging is the answer to your prayers, darling. That's where couples wanting some fun, as they call it, go to a quiet car park or a remote layby, and have sex whilst others watch them. Then, if they feel like it, they allow others to join in the action.' 

After discussing the whole thing further, realizing that perhaps each of them was quite serious, they checked out various sites on the laptop, noting the unwritten rules of taking part in such events. They also discovered that the majority of people involved in the pastime seemed to be middle class couples out for a sexual thrill. With thumping hearts, they finally posted an advert on one of them, to see who might be interested. That evening in bed, they had the best sex either could remember for quite a long time, though it was still necessary for Beatrice to finish herself off.

The following evening, which was a Friday, they talked about it again, stimulating their sexual fantasy. John had never really believed that Bea was serious, and there had been no response to their internet message yet. But, at around ten o'clock, they had worked themselves up into a peak of expectation, deciding they couldn't wait to experiment. So, with very slippy knickers indeed, and a welcome erection for John, they chanced it with nothing arranged. Slipping into a light coat, Beatrice and John got into their BMW. It all felt terribly exciting. A journey into the unknown.

They drove to a public park some way out of the town center, which had a car park set back from the main road and which was said on the internet to be a venue for doggers. Although it was dark, there was a pale moon. As they reached the car park, they saw theirs was the only car there. Perhaps they were a little early.

As they parked some way from the main entrance, almost straight away, another car drove in, with what looked like an older man at the wheel. He drove slowly up to John's BMW, shining his head lights straight at them for a few seconds before moving away to park a few yards from them. Beatrice had become very nervous and unsure of what they were doing, so they decided to leave.

Bea realized that she had cold feet. They had come so far, the least she could do, was to agree to try again. Determined to swallow her reservations, she agreed with John's suggestion that they look at another, smaller venue round the back of the local stately home. If either of them found it too embarrassing, they could always return home.

This venue was different. To begin with, it was smaller. Two cars were already there when they arrived. John parked and switched off the engine, but because of their earlier experience, Beatrice was not sure now whether to stay or leave. John persuaded her to stay for a while, at the very least, to watch other couples in their cars having sex. A couple of younger men approached the car over the next few minutes, but they didn't encourage them and the men moved away to the other cars. Beatrice was still unsure.

From their car, they watched another near to them, seeing the woman get in the back of it with one of the chaps, while the male driver remained in the driver's seat. The interior light was switched on, so the couple in the back could be seen to start groping each other. The driver was turned round in his seat watching them, with his cock in his hand. He started wanking it as the man in the back removed the woman's knickers. Another car that was parked a few yards beyond them, had a man standing on the opposite side, leaning in at the window, apparently wanking whilst watching the couple inside caressing and feeling each other.

By this time, Beatrice had relaxed, becoming intrigued by what was happening. If others are quite happy to expose themselves having sex, she thought, why shouldn't I? Besides, no-one knows me. Her growing lust was pulling at her. She felt John raise her blouse, exposing her large boobs before starting to nibble them with his mouth. There was no doubt that she was oozing copiously. John whispered to her that there was some one watching them. She froze. Goose pimples came up on her arms. The news gave Beatrice a thrilling jolt. This is it, she thought. Show yourself. Beatrice kissed John hard, grappling with his flies to bring out his cock to squeeze it.

The man had approached behind Beatrice's window, peering over her shoulder. John thought he looked to be in his late forties, or perhaps older. He was certainly clean-shaven and smart looking. It was when John felt Beatrice pull up the hem of her skirt, so that he could get his hand in her soaking wet knickers, that he realised she was up for it.

Their visitor came right up to Bea's window, alongside her. John's eyes met his, and smiled. Seeing the man move forward a little to adjust his line of vision, to get a better view through the windscreen, John slowly peeled off Beatrice's knickers, with help from her. Then he opened her legs wide to expose the hair-covered vulva. The man fiddled with his trouser flies.

Moaning into John's mouth, aware that her naked vulva, the surrounding hair tousled with her juices, was in full view of a stranger, Beatrice was choking with excitement. 

'The chap's taken his cock out darling. Take a look. Stranger's stiff cock for you.'

Beatrice couldn't resist the temptation. With her heart in her dry mouth, with a long moan, pushing her groin hard onto John's hand, she turned her head. There in front of her eyes was a large cock. Her mind almost exploded. My goodness! A cock! She had only ever in her life seen one penis, and that was John's.

Now, here before her was a stranger's cock with a loose foreskin. It had smeared some of its juice against the window in front of her face. That was the most erotic sight! A man's sperm on the glass. The cock looked enormous to her. With a sudden groan she turned back to kiss her husband, feeling rather flustered. Was she doing the right thing, she wondered? Oh my god!

'Shall I open the window?' John muttered into her mouth. Beatrice muttered a unsure acknowledgment. After all, she could always refuse contact. But she desperately wanted to feel that cock. She wanted to take the action to the next stage, but didn't want the responsibility for making the decision. She just knew she would go on to the end, providing it was John making the decisions.

John turned the ignition key. Then pressed the switch on the center console to allow the passenger side window to open half way. He wanted to be quite sure it was what Beatrice wanted before going the whole way. She was still pressing her mouth to his in a passionate kiss as he passed her soiled knickers out to the man.

With the fresh air fluttering across her face, she turned to look at the stranger. The knickers, pressed to his face which he was inhaling deeply, prevented her from seeing his face. The next moment, his head was in the car, watching John fingering her. But with the window only half open, that was all he could do. After a brief pause of indecision, Beatrice herself pushed the switch to open the passenger window fully. She couldn't take her eyes from the hard cock in his hand. It was like a magnet. It was so much bigger than her husband's.

The truth was, though Bea didn't know it, John was not endowed with a big penis. In fact, it was well below average in size, so the stranger's appeared to be a monster to her. She leaned her head towards it, opened her mouth and took the first inch between her lips. She felt the man gasp and jerk at her as she started to suckle and nibble it softly.

This really took John aback. His wife had never shown any interest in fellatio, yet here she was, taking a stranger's cock in her mouth. Although Beatrice never before had wanted to suck a cock, this one seemed to demand it of her. It was the natural thing for her to do. And she found the sensation unusual, but very pleasant. The only cock she had ever known was her husband's. Now, this was special. Fantastic!

Suddenly the man put his hand into the car, pointing at Beatrice's crotch.

'Okay to play?'

John looked at his wife, who nodded almost imperceptibly before John moved his hand away, smiling at the stranger. The man murmured with delight as he put his hand on Beatrice's thigh, slowly stroking it up and down her smooth skin toward her vulva. As his hand reached it, he looked questioningly again at John, to see if it was okay to feel it. When John smiled his acquiescence, he put his hand on the wet, hairy gash. Heavenly! Vulvas were made in heaven!




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 10



Beatrice was now fully immersed in her own new-found lecherousness. For the first time in her life she had put a man's cock into her mouth. It tasted musky and, yes, perhaps a hint of salt. And here, at last, was another man's hand feeling her most private part. Feeling her deep mystery. A man other than her husband, for the very first time. It was like an electric shock jolting in her belly. In fact, so intense was the experience for her, that Beatrice had a rippling orgasm there and then. She couldn't prevent it. But wanted more. Much, much more.

Throwing what remained of any caution to the wind, Beatrice suddenly turned to kneel in her seat, pointing her pale, firm backside up towards the open window, offering it to the stranger. To John's utter surprise and delight, she started sucking his own very hard cock.

'Oh, yes!' the man muttered to himself, before slipping his fingers straight into her vagina, still wanking himself with Beatrice's knickers wrapped round his cock.

After a few minutes, Beatrice now drunk with lust, she looked up at John.

'What now?' she whispered hoarsely.

'Wank him!'

Turning back into her seat, Bea reached out to his cock. He moved his hand to allow her to take hold of it. She slowly wanked it, while fondling his testicles. By this time he'd dropped his trousers and underpants to his ankles. Suddenly Beatrice stuck her head out the window and sucked his cock properly! It took both the men by surprise. It took Beatrice by surprise as well, but having gone to these lengths, she wanted everything on offer. Only her second experience of man's cock. She needed to explore and enjoy it.

A long low groan escaped the man. With her lovely bottom now facing John, he put his hand up her vagina. She was soaked! Beatrice was overwhelmed by the sexual experience on offer to her. She wanted everything at once! But most of all, she needed her husband's acceptance of her actions. She twisted round in her seat.

'Kiss me!'

As John did, the man put his hand inside, slipping his fingers straight up her passage, making her jerk violently, and push her tongue down John's throat! The stranger put his head right in the window to lick her bum. 

'I'm getting near,' he gasped. 'Any chance of a fuck?'

Beatrice looked up at John. He saw the pleading in them.

'Open the door'. 

Beatrice screwed her eyes shut, muttering in a low voice, 'Oh, no-o-o-o.' She was suddenly nervous. 

'Go on, I've got a condom.'

'Go on darling, open the door'.

The next thing John knew, the door was opened by the man. Bea swung her legs out! The man had meantime quickly rolled a condom over his shaft.

In a delirium of confused thought, she whispered. 'How shall we do it?'

'Just slide your bum out a bit,' he said.

Slithering down the seat so that her bottom was out the door, the stranger reached down, held her labia open and, after pausing with the head poised at the entrance, slid his cock straight in. Beatrice uttered a loud gasp in utter glory. That's it! Her dream was coming true. It was wonderful! Triumphant! Her tight vagina was being filled to capacity with a stranger's cock. She was astonished at how it filled every little crevice of it.

When it reached it's limit, nudging her cervix, she cried out in bewildering agony, squeezing her inner muscles hard on the shaft. It was thick! It was big! It was glorious! Unimaginably glorious! Sheer heaven! As the cock started to piston in and out, Beatrice was filled with a complete feeling of adoration. Ahhhh! This was her heaven - her promised land. She wanted to cry out 'hallelujah'. It was so delirious - undiluted bliss. Nothing else in the world mattered.

For John, this was beyond his wildest dreams. It took him all his time to avoid ejaculating there and then at the sight of a stranger's cock sinking into his wife. His lovely wife - that sophisticated elegant lady, being shagged by a stranger. It was mind-blowing. A strange cock embedded deep within her. Unbelievable.

'Hang on! I want to see this!'

Beatrice straightened her arms so that her body lifted from the seat, whilst John leaned forward in the driving seat, allowing him to watch the cock driving in and out of his wife's hairy gash. It was the most erotic sight of his whole life. Much, much more sexy that he could ever have imagined. The man started fucking her slowly, and then took off like a caged animal! He shagged her so hard the car was rocking several inches every time he rammed into her. Beatrice was certainly having fun now! Her intense moans and groans were so exciting to hear. John didn't want them to stop. The stranger was really pounding into her, as John's eyes devoured every stroke.

Beatrice screamed. 'Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard - DO IT!' John couldn't believe this was his wife. 'Yes! Yes!' She started to come. 'I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!' she cried! So did the stranger. After wild spasms jolted their bodies for what seemed ages, Bea wailing and shouting, they started to slow until he eventually stopped. After a short rest, the man started up again. His cock was as hard as ever. Bea was taken by surprise. She wasn't expecting more from him. She thought one male orgasm was it! But oh no! That hard cock was driving in and out relentlessly. So wonderful.

He gave Bea the fuck of her life which seemed to last for ever. It was sheer bliss! Heaven! But when John started to manipulate her clit, she was unable to control the rising climax. The orgasm racked her loins in a series of spasms. She was vaguely aware of the man ejaculating again. Then a short stillness.

The man slowly pulled his cock out, whilst John sat back in the driving seat, gazing at his wife's face, eyes screwed up tight in a state of delirium. After a long happy sigh, she just flopped her head down.

After a brief pause, Beatrice sat up, turning to John. 'Oh God, that was so wonderfully intense! Thank you darling!' They kissed deeply, with a genuine expression of devotion.

They didn't hear the stranger sigh deeply. 'Fucking great,' he said. 'Lovely and tight! Thanks!' He pulled up his trousers and just left them kissing eagerly. 

It was only just after eleven o'clock. During the drive home, neither of them spoke about the enormity of the event. But both were immersed in the mental images of the wonderful event. After garaging the car, John leaned over to give Beatrice a reassuring kiss, running his hand up her inner thigh. The bare vulva was still wet. And he was still hard.

So he shuffled himself to kneel between her open thighs, opening his trouser flies, taking out his cock before finding her tousled vulva with the end of it. He sank it deep inside his wife. As he kissed and nibbled her nipples, John fucked Beatrice as he had never fucked her before. Like a beast. She loved it! Her head was thrown back with her face diffused with a look of sheer pleasure. After ejaculating deep inside her, they stepped out of the car and went into the sitting room, locking up behind them. John poured a large brandy for Beatrice and a large Scotch for himself. They sat on the settee sipping. Suddenly, Beatrice started to laugh. John turned to her in surprise.

'It's just your trousers darling.' She pointed to the flies, heavily stained with Beatrice's vaginal juices. 'Look at them! You should have dropped them!'

They both laughed.

'Like our earlier guest?' he asked.

'Where are my knickers?'

'That fellow's still got them.'

They laughed again.

'Not a high price to pay for the fun we had.'

After looking at each other in an intimate silence, quietly sipping their spirits, Beatrice finally spoke. 'Let's do it again, John, shall we?'

'What? When?'

'Gosh! When? Let's see... tomorrow?'

'Let's go to bed and talk about it.'

'And make love?'

'If by that you mean fuck, then of course!'

And they hurried to bed, fucking on and off for another hour or so, both reveling in every thrust of John's cock in his wife's vagina, before Beatrice fell asleep with a look of supreme happiness and satisfaction spread over her face, vaginal juices and sperm trickling over her inner thighs. It stained the sheets. She didn't care! She had never known such sexual contentment. John couldn't remember when he had last felt so devoured by sex, or indulged for so many hours.

They would fuck again when they woke up. This was a new beginning for them.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 11



When George, and Susanna's husband, Peter, the local vicar, agreed to Sue and me having a weekend together in London for her birthday, the prospect of being together for a whole weekend was wonderful! I'm not sure of either of them are aware that we are lovers, but if they do, they certainly haven't made an issue of it. Perhaps they think it's better to have another woman as a lover, than a man. And they're quite right, of course. Besides, if the affair became general knowledge, the press would have a field day! So we have to be very discreet.

One of our staff drove us to the airport. After a hectic Friday, sex with the Air Hostess, then with Sue as soon as we arrived at the flat, then a long erotic session on the bed after dinner, I think we lost the number of orgasms we each reached. Beside, it's rude to count. Nevertheless, we were both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with the excitement of being together openly, pleasing ourselves - or should I say pleasuring ourselves!

To wake up with Susanna in my arms was a really heavenly experience. It's the first time I've slept all night with a woman - it was wonderful, unalloyed joy to wake with the lovely soft breasts of Susanna to stroke, and her bottom cheeks to caress, and her pussy to explore with fingers whilst still half asleep. I felt wrapped up in a protective warmth filling my whole being. Glowing. Sue woke up and we just kissed and kissed. Oh Hell! Never mind our mouths being like the bottom of bird cages - we were in our seventh heaven, for goodness sake. We were together. Just the two of us. Adoring each other!

When I went down on her, her pussy tasted of juices from the night before, but to hell with it - there can be nothing unpleasant about my darling Susanna! She tasted of apple blossom honey!! She rolled on top of me and we had a sexy wrestle, each trying to get the other to orgasm first!! Sue won! She has the tongue of a she devil! The climax surged from my feet, drowning my loins in agonizing bliss.

I ran a hot bath for us, but the bathroom isn't all that big. As the bath filled, I sat on the loo - Sue was in a wicked mood - she came in, stood astride my legs, leaned back, thrust her hips forward and parted her labia. Then she peed over me!! I watched fascinated as the golden jet spurted from the middle of her vulva, hitting me between the boobs to trickle down my belly and mingle with my own pee! We laughed fit to burst. She said she'd always wanted to piss all over the aristocracy!!

'As long as you don't want the crap all over them darling...' Anyway, I told her, it was George who's the aristocrat, not me!

'Well, you're the closest I'll get,' she laughed!

We had fun making breakfast in our dressing gowns. I peeled a banana, which I pressed between her legs deep into her vagina. She perched on the edge of the kitchen table so that I could squat between her thighs and slowly eat the fruit as she expelled it. 

'Mmmm, delicious! I never realized how tasty a banana could be!'

Then Sue did likewise with her own banana! The feeling of a soft length of fruit inside the vagina is wonderful. Quite different from any other object. Susanna was really having a good time. Normally, she is an earnest, serious lady, listening to the griefs of the parishioners. Here, she could forget the pretense, letting her hair down. Which is exactly what she did, I'm glad to say.

I offered to take her to a theatre on Saturday, but she said she'd come to spend a couple of days with me - to have me all to herself, not sit in some dark auditorium with hundreds of other people. So we spent the afternoon looking round Oxford Street's lovely shops, examining the lingerie and giggling. Oh yes! And the Ann Summers shop! I offered to buy some love patches, but Sue said 'Who the hell needs love patches - bromide patches more like!!'

Our feet ached by the time we got back to the flat. We had treated ourselves to some attractive underwear - and a bottle of champagne for later. But more loving sex and a nap in each others arms refreshed us. To start the evening we had a few drinks in the cocktail bar in Dolphin Square - we were chatted up by a couple of dishy looking guys - it was a good laugh really. They offered to take us out for the evening and give us a good time. I'll bet they did! I had to tell them that they were wasting their time with the two of us, that I was sorry to tell them that they had nothing that we wanted. I think they twigged.

The waitress was a dishy looking French girl called Emeline, who looked about twenty with short-cropped dark hair. We got to know her as Emmy. Sue fancied her! I could tell by the way she gazed at her. Emmy told us about the One Night Stand Club down the road - ladies get free drinks - but they have to be up for some free sex if they go in! I'll bet they do! We thought we'd give that a miss as well! Sue asked Emmy what time she finished and would she care to join us for a drink in our flat afterwards. Fucking hell! I thought she might have asked me first. But what the hell... Emmy looked fresh and clean, well endowed with curves. And Susanna was in a wicked mood, so why not go along with it. I smiled sweetly at Emmy, easing forward so that she could see my cleavage.

I think that did it. Emeline laughed as her eyes lingered on the swell of my breasts. 'Perhaps,' she murmured. Say eleven?'

'Great!'

Hand in hand, Sue and I strolled up the embankment towards Chelsea - an Italian restaurant in Cheyne Walk. It was a beautiful warm spring evening, with the sun over the river and the rattle of trains across the bridge. Very relaxing.

'Did I ever tell you about Jane, on her half-term visit home?' Sam asked as we walked along the embankment.

'No, what's your daughter been up to?' I laughed. 'I expect it's something rude!' 

'I've never dared mention a word of this to anyone. But you're special, Sarah, and understanding.'

'Hey! This sound serious!

'Well... according to Jane, it was during an evening in the Uni club bar, just before half-term hols, that she and her group of girl friends got chatting about incest. It seemed that one or two had experienced some form of sexual contact with their fathers - well, they said they had, though Jane said she was never sure just how true these claims were. Just attention grabbing. Even so, they gave rise to erotic feelings and helped Jane's fantasies when masturbating before going to sleep.

'She admits to being a regular masturbator - wanker, as she calls it. "Why don't you try it, mum?" I didn't like to admit that I did from time to time. But as Jane's fantasies surfaced she found herself imagining her mother involved in the action, rather than her father.'

'Good grief, Sue! You're not serious!' I laughed in some sort of embarrassment. Jane and Sue? Well... I didn't know what to think. I know they were a close family, but I hadn't thought this went as far as sharing sex. Gosh! How wrong can you be?

'All this, she explained, had started with me getting ready to go out for the evening. At our last parish, we did socialize rather a lot. Mixing with the local musical society. Jane would gaze at my figure with envy. My breasts and furry groin fascinated her. I remember smiling at her. "Never mind Jane, I'd say, "one day you too will be a woman with the right sort of curves and be able to wear lipstick."

'When I caught her in my bedroom, holding my soiled knickers to her face, her fingers between her thighs, I was rather shocked. I didn't say anything. I just withdrew quickly and went downstairs. I couldn't understand what it was about the smell of pair of my dirty knickers that excited her. Then I realised that perhaps she was a lesbian, so any female smell would be of interest - but no! She was too interested in young men. Bisexual I suppose.

'Like mother like daughter?' We laughed together.

'Anyway, when she got home for the hols - or vacation as they call it these days - I was out at some official musical society dinner. Peter was away at some church conference, so I was alone. When I got home, I had a nightcap - brandy and tonic - which I took upstairs with me. I popped my head round her door to make sure she was asleep, and got undressed for bed.

'Perhaps it was the wine, or being alone in my bed, but I found myself drowsing off to sleep, groping my damp pussy, and began wondering in my half sleep if Jane was doing the same. What would it be like, I wondered idly, to fondle Jane down there. Feel her suckle again my nipples. How different would our private parts be? After all, mother and daughter should have some similarities.'

'You'd have thought so, Sue, but I've a feeling you're going to tell me that you found out. I have no idea myself,' I giggled, 'but if hers are like yours, she's a lucky girl.'

'Well... I thought I heard a stifled sob through the dividing wall. My bed-head was against that wall and so was Jane's. So it was something like a sounding board. Straining to catch the least sound, all was still again. I had no idea what caused her to cry out. Perhaps an orgasm?

'I was now wide awake. Then, I heard a rustling sound on the landing. My bedroom door was slightly ajar. It made a light hissing sound as it opened over the carpet. The landing light was out, so all was in darkness. The next thing I knew was that the bedcovers were lifted and Jane slipped in beside me.'

'She whispered, "Are you okay, mum?" "Yes darling. Hello." "Bet you're lonely."

'I didn't reply, wondering what she was leading up to. Jane cuddled in to me, arm across my tummy, with her head on my shoulder. The scent she was wearing was attractive. Mmm! She smelled good. Then I felt Jane kissing my cheek lightly. I realized that the scent was not all artificial. There was the distinct tang of womanly juices mixed in. Jane sensed it as well, I think, inhaling deeply, gently caressed my belly allowing her finger tips to brush against the top of my hairy patch. Soft fur. I stiffened, wondering what my daughter was up to - rubbing my belly like that. But it gave a flutter inside. Good grief! That gave the game away. No! I took Jane's hand and pushed it away.

'But I don't mind admitting that I was fairly aroused. Well, I'd been feeling pretty randy all evening, after one of the dishy men tried to chat me up during the dinner. I speculated on his equipment!'

'Really Sue! And a vicar's wife at that,' I said mockingly.

'Yes! A very sexy one! So it didn't take much. Jane persisted though, pressing her lips against the upper swelling of my left boob, feeling it rise and fall as my mind spun. I turned away from her on my side, to try to signal her to stop. But the touch of another's fingers on my body was provocative. And I was hot for it.

'For a while we lay together like spoons. I tried to pretend I was going to sleep, but I could sense that Jane was even more eager to explore my body. Her hand was laid on my thigh. I brushed it away, but then Jane threw her leg over my bum. It was supposed to be a casual gesture, but I could tell she was trying to feel me up. The trouble was, that I was getting roused myself. I felt the hair of her groin against the top of my thigh.

'It was when she leaned over the back of my head and started to kiss and nibble behind my ear that I felt the juices soaking my pussy. Fingers were tracing a path over the top of my bum. I thought she was going to slip them onto my pussy there and then. I suddenly turned to face her. "No darling. You mustn't. Let me go to sleep." Jane just murmured into my ear. "Mummy darling. I want to love you. Just for a while." And before I could reply, her head ducked under the sheet and I felt her lips latch onto my right nipple. My body responded with an involuntary twitch.

'Then suddenly, her hand was between my thighs. I tried shutting them tightly, but the fingers were already paddling in the sticky juices. I panicked! Oh, my God! My own daughter trying to feel me. Why...? But the expert fingers found my clit - and you know how that starts me off Sarah. My belly trembled and I started leaking like mad.'

'I sure do.'

'She whispered. "Relax mum. Let me play with you. I've waned to explore you for years. Now's the chance with dad away." Well, I did. I relaxed, but was far from content. Until her fingers started to excite my pussy even more. My thighs were quivering. What the hell, I thought. And squeezed my hand between us, snaking their way to her private bits. I must admit to being very curious about my daughter's pussy. Mmmm! The labia were prominent and the pussy leaking heavily. As my fingers touched her clit, Jane's thighs jerked with a grunt. "Oo, yes mum!"

'And in no time, we were grappling with each other's body in a fever of lust. Gosh Sarah! I suddenly wanted her body. Boobs, pussy - everything. I didn't care any more about the morals of it. Mother and daughter? So what! She was giving me sensations I hadn't felt for ages.

'When she threw the bed sheets back, she straddled her body over me, head to toe, getting her face straight between my thighs. Her tongue, lips and teeth were tantalizing my vulva. Nibbling and chewing. My clit was ablaze with lust. I was jerking wildly, feeling the tensions mounting deep inside my belly.

'When Jane pushed her soft, dripping vulva over my mouth, I sucked and ground at her, pressing my tongue as far as I could into her pussy. She tasted and smelled lovely. I'd forgotten how sweet a woman's juices can be. But your own little girl's - gosh, darling! It was mind blowing. But I was fast coming to the boil. And I was getting vocal, begging her to bring me, eating her as though my hunger would never he satisfied.

'I fell into an orgasmic haze. My heaving body just wallowed in the sheer sexual sensations of a long shaking climax. I was conscious of Jane rolling over me, her spasms shuddering her loins. She was crying out "Yes, yes, yes! Great!" as I bit my lip to prevent my own cries of elation. And she actually came in my mouth.'

'How do you mean, came?'

'I mean ejaculated!'

'What? No, just a squirt of pee.'

'No! Like a gush of pussy juice.'

I laughed. 'Pull the other one, Sue.'

I never know when to believe these tales of Sue's. I have to say, though, that she is very convincing, if a bit over descriptive. I remembered her stories about her sexual indiscretions in their last parish. The senior choirboy and the headmaster's wife. But she was so emotional when she recounted those tales, that I just had to believe every word. Even her detailed descriptions of their sessions! However, it had passed time as we walked along the embankment.

By this time, we had arrived at the restaurant. We found a table in the window, ordered a bottle of Burra Brook Chardonnay to start, whilst studying the menu and deciding on our meal. A tomato and mozzarella salad, followed by I Gamberoni with a tossed green salad. Whilst we were sipping our wine, I asked, 'well then... what happened next?'

'What... oh, well, we spent goodness how long making love together again and again. I had lost count of the orgasms. Until we fell asleep exhausted. When I woke up, it was already past eight o'clock. I was alone in the bed. I could hear the shower. We never spoke about it again.'

'And was hers the same as yours?' I asked with a smile.

'Her what'

'Oh, come on, Sue. Her pussy! What else?'

'Oh! Er... very similar, yes. And her tits were lovely. Not quite as full as mine, but then she has time to fill out a bit.'

I laughed openly. 'Well, an amusing story Sue, beautifully told, if a little over descriptive at times, but I'm not sure whether I believe you or not.'

'Oh, it's all true.'

Sue started to laugh. I joined in. 'Well, you've managed to get my knickers in a sticky mess.'

'Mine as well. Can I have a quick feel under the table?'

Then the first course arrived. As the waiter filled our plates, I felt Sue's bare foot stroking my legs, pushing the toes into the wet crotch, without a flicker on her face. Fucking hell! She was getting me all stirred up!

'Stop it, Sue. Behave and eat your meal!' 

The fool and wine was delicious.

Feeling happily lazy, we decided to take a taxi back to the Square, so that I could slip my fingers up her skirt and fondle her public hair. She purred with happiness. Sheer bliss!

Getting back to the flat, Sue stripped off for a quick shower. I switched on the TV for some background, got undressed, slipping on a silk kimono before tidying the room. I spread a thick bath sheet over the bed in anticipation of later activities and leakages before taking the bottle of champagne from the fridge for a last night celebration of our friendship. Sitting up in bed together, sipping Moet et Chandon was my idea of heaven. Then... sex!

The door buzzer sounded. I suddenly remembered Emmeline. As I opened the door, there she was, smiling, with her large bag draped over her shoulder. Her eyes opened wide her gaze falling straight away on my state of undress. In particular, the shape of my breasts under the diaphanous gown. 

'Hi! You look good enough to eat!' her eyes were certainly devouring the sight of my nipples.

'Emmy - do come in darling. You look pretty tasty yourself!'

I stood back to let her through. At that very moment the bathroom door opened and Sue stood in their naked, silhouetted against the light of the bathroom behind. At the sight of Emmy, Sue stood quite still in the doorway, looking very girlish and defenseless, her breasts handing softly from each shoulder, nipples tightly wrinkled. Her slightly parted legs showed the outline of her labia protruding from the outer lips, with wisps of pubic hair. It was a very erotic sight, I thought.

I could see from her expression that Sue was bewitched at the sight of Emmy. Her eyes had that vacant look, and her mouth was half open in bewilderment. Turning round again after closing the door to the flat, I saw that Emmy had slipped her blouse off her bra-less shoulders, letting it fall to the floor along with her shoulder bag, and was moving slowly towards Sue. She had beautiful plentiful breasts which swayed slightly as she moved. I noticed the mole on the right breast. As they met, Emmy's hands went round Sue's waist, pulling her close so that their breasts pressed together, and their lips met in an exploratory kiss.

I must admit feeling a pang of jealousy watching their nipples rubbing together. This stranger taking advantage of my lover without any preliminaries. Without even a word. Then I saw that Sue was kissing Emmy hard and passionately, her hands eagerly caressing Emmy's back. She was evidently bowled over by the young French lady. I moved in behind Emmy, unclasped the waist band of her long skirt, allowing it to shutter to the floor. Her pink lace thong soon followed. She had a slender waist but wide hips.

Kneeling behind her writhing body, I lifted one foot after the other from the heap of clothes, slinging them to one side, squatting back to admire the taught, perk buttocks before me. The long shapely thighs, clad in sheer hold-up black silk stockings, begged to be stroked - or, at least, I thought they did and trailed the tips of my fingers along the inner surfaces of the thighs until they reached the bare pale skin. I am a sucker for bums! I love stroking them, knowing that they hide a woman's most secret treasure, speculating on what that teasure might look like.

Emmy sank down to her haunches so that she could latch her lips on to Sue's nipples, hand gripping her waist. I was now able to explore between her buttocks, cupping the warm furry mound between her thighs in my right palm, whilst the other stroked her bum. Heavenly! I almost came there and then. Gosh, she was certainly ready by the wetness of her vulva. Reaching further I came across her clit, pushing lewdly from its hood. It was a fairly long and stiff - rather like a little cock. I was eager to examine it, but not yet. The night was young. She squirmed with pleasure, wriggling her buttocks against my hand.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 11



We had hardly spoken to the girl and here we were, fondling all the intimate parts of her body. Sue was holding Emmy's head in both hands, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstacy, pressing her mouth to Sue's nipples. Then, with a sudden gesture, she pushed the head down over her belly to the top of her thighs, inviting it to explore her vulva. As soon as Emmy touched Sue's clit with her tongue, I felt my friend's loins jerk. She cried out 'YES!', crushing her groin hard against Emmy's mouth as I continued to feel the stranger vulva. 

Suddenly remembering that it was Sue's birthday jaunt, I stood up, crossing to the fridge, shouting, 'Hey Girls! It's Sue's birthday. Crack open the champagne.'

Emmy needed no second bidding. 'Here,' she said, 'give to me. I'm the expert champagne bottle opener. Get the glasses.' These were the first words she had spoken since arriving.

I took three flutes from the cabinet as Emmy removed the cork with a loud bang, but avoiding a spray of foam from the neck. An expert indeed! Sue had gone into the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, looking rather bewildered by the speed of events.

Emily bowled into the bedroom, holding the bottle high in her right hand, a bowl of pitted olives in the other.

'A special toast,' she cried. 'On your back, Sue. Get those thighs high and wide.'

I looked with amusement as Sue did as asked. Turning to me, Emmy said 'pull her lips apart Sarah - open her pussy up.' I did as she asked. Sue's vagina was already gaping open, begging to be filled, juices at the ready. Emmy leaned over, placing the neck of the bottle against the perineum. She tipped it carefully, allowing the bubbling liquid to fill the vagina. 

The effect on Sue was astonishing. 'Fuckinell', she arched her back high. 'Woweee!' her face was a picture of surprise. 'That's so fucking great. Oooo!' Emmy filled her to the brim, the bubbly spilling over her bum, dropping a couples of olives into the effervescing opening. She was yelping with delight.

'Quick Sarah, get your mouth over her cunt and turn her over.'

I scrambled over Sue in a sixty-nine position, latching my mouth over her whole vulva, twisting our bodies round at the same time. As Sue's loins dropped over my mouth, the vagina discharged its contents. The still bubbling champagne, the two olives, mixed with Sue's private vaginal juices, filled my mouth. I drank greedily, nearly choking as it poured down my throat. All this time, Sue was giggling almost hysterically, bouncing her groin up and down on my face, rubbing her clit over my nose.

Then she collapsed over me, panting. 'Fuckinell, Sarah, that was different I must say.'

'Your turn to toast the birthday girl,' Emma said. 'Roll over and get those legs high in the air.'

I did as asked, pulling my labia apart to open up the secret aperture. Sue knelt over me, smiling, as Emmy placed the neck of the bottle against my perineum. I looked down at the bottle as Emmy tipped it against my vagina. The sensation was mind blowing! The tiny bubbles in the champagne stimulated the inner walls of my vagina sending a myriad of thrilling sensations rippling throughout my loins, deep into the belly. It was indescribably fantastic!

A swirling surging orgasm threatened to explode in my mind and body, but the exciting sensation went on, with a wonderful feeling as the bubbles burst inside. It was as though the whole of my body was being stimulated from within. Sue was soon covering my vulva with her mouth as we twisted round. I had never noticed the olives dropped in my vagina, but Sue was busy swallowing and chewing, which I may say included my labia. I just let myself go into a lovely rolling orgasm swilling over my whole body. Gosh! What a wonderful experience!

We repeated the game with Emily, giving us the chance to examine her pussy in deltail. She was clean shaven, with puffy outer lips that were unable to hold the long inner coral-colored labia. Lots of crumpled flesh. Her clit was, as I had felt earlier, much more than a small piece of gristle. It was about an inch long, very pale pink, with a sleeve, almost like a foreskin, over it. I prized the vulva open to reveal the vagina, with its cluster of fleshy lumps round the entrance. It gaped wide in anticipation. Sue got the bottle to the entrance and tipped it, so that the bubbly was soon overflowing over her small buttocks.

Her reaction was the same as ours. Lurching body and laughing face as the bubbles did their work. It was me that finally clamped my mouth over her, after a few minutes of her squealing and lurching. Once her loins were over my face, I drank her vagina dry. The champagne was laced with a generous amount of pussy juice. But I wasn't going to let go of that fascinating clit. I bit between my lips and nibbled and licked and chewed, all the while twisting my finger inside her bum. She was on an emotional high. Twisting and squirming.

After swallowing the contents, Emmy was still seeping a lot of vaginal juices. At first, I thought it was sperm escaping after a fuck, but there'd been no man in there! And the trickle kept coming at intervals of a few seconds. I was having a real cocktail. Her muscles were flexing and her loins lurching. Her breathing was hard and irregular. She took hold of my head, trying to pull it away from her vulva. I latched on like a leech, drawing her spasms to the surface.

'Oh, shit!' she was crying. 'Come on! Come on! You're driving me crazy.'

Fingers now working hard in both private entrances, juices dripping over her buttocks, giving her clit a blow job, I got her to a peak of agony before, after a final tense hesitation, body lifted from the bed and poised, the spasm hit her. She burst with a shout of conquest. All arms lashing, head rolling from side to side, legs thrashing. She was screaming obscenities. Sue was trying to keep her teeth on her nipples until, finally, Emmy subsided with a long, anguished sigh.

'Fuck me girls,' she panted. 'You sure know how to pleasure a girl!'

It was then we filled the glasses with what was left of the champagne, to toast Susanna's birthday! And what a birthday to remember.

Emmy put Sue on the bed, squatting between her legs, whilst I sat over her face, sucking on Emmy's large boobs whilst playing with Sue's nipples. Emmy played with Sue's vulva as though it was a special delicate morsel - which, of course, it is - to be eaten and relished slowly. She nibbled, plucked at the labia with her lips, biting the clit and fingering the vagina. This went on for many minutes to Sue's whimpers of obvious pleasure, driving her to a peak of untold delight. I watched Emmy's technique with fascination, memorizing it for use in later sessions. 

As soon as Sue showed signs of coming to a climax, Emmy would relax her stimulation until Sue sighed, murmuring 'more, more, please.' Then Emmy started up again. She must have taken Sue to the brink several times, each time getting a little closer to the peak, before finally allowing Sue reach deep into her loins, but keeping her teetering on the brink for what seemed minutes, before slipping her finger deep into Sue's bottom and quickly push it in and out. Sue let out a long soulful cry of joyful release as she thrashed and rolled - arms legs and head.

Then it was my turn! For the next hour we rolled together, playing and kissing and licking whatever we could find. And there was a great deal to find. Eventually, after countless orgasms, we collapsed exhausted, falling asleep together in a huddle. It was the early hours. I was vaguely conscious of Emmy getting off the bed and dressing.

Another night to remember... such a lovely, wonderful, and still more wonderful night in each other's arms! And too much in love to say goodnight, as the song has it! Actually, too fucking exhausted to say it!

Waking on Sunday morning, my whole mind and body wrapped in a hazy warm glow of contentment, I remembered the wonderful time we'd had only a few hours earlier. I turned to give Sue a long soft kiss to wake her up. Bleary eyed, we both had a little weep in each other's embrace before getting up to face our last day together. The last morning together. I made breakfast for Sue to have in bed. Lots of piping hot coffee and a bacon and egg butty! Then put the bath sheets, heavily stained with the previous night's activities, in the washing machine.

Sue gave me a belated birthday present - a silver locket with her portrait in it! Blubber blubber! I love you darling - oh, the number of times we told each other that during the week-end.

I left an envelope for Emeline with the Dolphin Square reception desk. In it was a little thank- you note - and several bank notes to show our appreciation. 

*****

By sheer coincidence, the air hostess on the flight back was the same Eunice who looked after me on the flight to London. She was very welcoming. Susanna sat in the aisle seat ans I suggested that she might want a quickie in the lavatory with Eunice after she'd served coffees. We laughed. Still acting the wanton, Susanna unfastened the top button of her blouse.

Her boobs are bigger than mine and make a better picture for one peering down her cleavage. Being in the aisle seat, Eunice could take advantage of the enchanting view Susanna offering. However, when Eunice asked if there was anything else we needed, I raised my eyebrows, nodding my head slightly in Susanna's direction. 

Eunice smiled. 'Sorry, ma'am. Cycle just started as it turns out.'

'Pity. Look, Eunice, here's my official card. If you ever fancy a look round the house, or other interests you'd like to explore with me, just ring me and we'll arrange something.' I slid a card from my wallet and handed it to her with a winning smile.

'That's most kind. I might just do that.'

'Please do.' But whether or she will, I had no idea.

We were met at the airport by one of the boys, as we call them, and got home mid afternoon after dropping off a sniffling Sue at the vicarage. But George was clearly delighted to see me on my birthday - and seemed so very pleased we'd had a good time. It transpired that he had arranged treat, taking me out for a very special dinner - bless him. So, whilst I was in the bedroom, changing for the evening, George, who was also in the midst of changing, came up behind me and wrapped his arms round me, hands cupping my boobs. I felt his stiff cock pressing into the cleavage of my bottom, as he nuzzled the nape of my neck. Mmmm! That's very adventurous for George!

Then he slowly rubbed it between the cheeks encouraging my interest to begin to trickle between my thighs. That was the signal for him to nudge the end of his manhood between my labia, easing it slowly, but firmly, into the gateway of the secret passage nature intended for it. After a delicious pause of anticipation, the shaft slid easily and slowly deep into me.

'My turn, darling,' he whispered enigmatically. 

'Oh, yes! Wonderful!' I purred, ignoring the implications of his remark. Although I love sex with other women, there's something about a thick stiff cock sliding deep in and out of your body that is very special. It gives such unique pleasure, the caressing of the inner vagina by a warm, stiff cock, such a wondrous feeling of happiness and joy infusing the whole body. I just purr, like a kitten being stroked, wanting it to go on for ever.

But, it didn't. George increased the rhythm until he was pounding into me, panting and grunting. I was bent forward, my hands holding the edge of the dressing table, my head dropped low to catch sight of the cock penetrating the furry gash. I get a great thrill from watching myself being violated in this way. The thrusts became deeper and heavier, thudding against my bottom testicles slapping, until, with a tremendous lunge, George surged into me. The seven fabulous spurts of sperm filling my vagina! My legs were shaking out of control as I quickly reached my own climax, stabbing at the pit of my belly! As George withdrew I turned, threw my arms round his neck and kissed him.

'Thank you darling!' I whispered in his ear.

'Happy birthday Sarah,' he whispered back.

As I cleaned myself up on the bathroom, I thought, Oh, I did so want Sue to be with me for the end of my birthday. But George had a wonderful surprise for me. When we arrived at the restaurant, there she was! George had also invited Peter and Susanna to dine with us. What a lovely man my hubby is! So very understanding of my needs. Bliss! She was so very, very delighted. Me too! We had a really enjoyable meal. Before the coffee, though, Sue and I retired to the ladies room to repair our make-up - but as soon as we were together in there, we fell into each others arms.

Getting into each other's knickers was the most immediate need for us both. Our hands slipped down the wait of the knickers and eager fingers were quickly dabbling with urgency at swollen clits. We panted and moaned into our ears as we kissed and fumbled hurriedly with dripping labia. Quick! Quick! Let's come! Good God! So aroused were we, that we reached huge simultaneous orgasms in no time at all. Phew! Out of breath we renewed our faces to calm down before rejoining the husbands for coffee and mints. 

A marvelous note to end my birthday on. Who says sex ends at forty?

And guess what George bought for my birthday? A handbag! 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 12



Susanna, the vicar's wife, was enjoying very private intimate relations with Sarah - a well-known and highly respected lady in her mid forties, and wife of a local aristocrat - whom she first met at an official lunch of the local district authority. The women's close relations developed quickly, and had been going on for several weeks, when one Sunday morning after the church service, during coffee in the Parish Hall, despite their great care, a brief, though incautious hooking of little fingers, coupled with a 'special' look between them was intercepted by Cynthia, the Church Warden.

Cynthia immediately recognized the meaning of that exchange. Naturally, she became very curious. Susanna was a very attractive lady just turned forty, whom Cynthia fancies herself. Although she had joined Susanna for coffee at the vicarage, she had yet to return the compliment. Perhaps she could persuade Susanna to join her for coffee, perhaps a session on her sun-bed. Perhaps ...?

Cynthia, though not yet sixty, was a wealthy widow whose husband died over two years ago. A highly successful cosmetic surgeon of international renown, he amassed a fortune, mostly invested through a capital investment management company, yielding his widow a sizeable income, besides a generous pension. A car accident cut his life short, leaving Cynthia, at the age of fifty-six, a widow with two grown children, both married with children of their own. She was, of course, bitterly upset at the tragic accident, and the grieving period lasted many months, before she was able to come to terms with her situation.

The first thing she did, with the advice of her son, was to move into a new house, to get away from the old memories infesting her present large detached Edwardian property in the executive belt of the city. In addition, being in a half acre of land, the upkeep was substantial. Her son, whose business was in real estate, arranged the sale through a suitable agent for approaching three quarters of a million, and found her a more appropriate modern property, though she still insisted on having a five-bedroom detached house, for less than half a million. She spent money transforming her new home into a personal haven of luxury, with every possible convenience for her and guests - though she has few close friends and her only guests were her children.

Of course, with a husband in the cosmetic surgery industry, Cynthia always kept at the height of physical attractiveness and fitness. When he was alive, she was expected to be an example of his profession when accompanying him. Her skin was smooth and clear - thanks to a continuous course of expensive creams and facial massage - giving her the appearance of a woman easily ten years younger.

Thankfully, her figure required no help from her husband's skills to retain a perfect feminine shape, which, in spite of having delivered two children, was in excellent shape. She undertook regular keep-fit classes and private bodily massage by an efficient, attractive, responsible young woman called Adele. The massage occasionally included attention to the soft, private area between her thighs, resulting in relaxing orgasms for Cynthia. She came to look forward to these massages, with those sensitive fingers gently probing her secret womanly parts, giving her delightful sensations in her loins and delicious fulfilling climaxes. Adele was very adept at giving satisfaction in an undemanding way - apart from her fee, of course. 

A very attractive woman, Cynthia could have easily found a younger man to share her life, allowing her to lead a full and happy existence. But she was very wary that such a man, though looking after her physical needs, would be rather more interested in what she owned than what she offered. This would never allow her to relax with a gentleman friend, nor to trust one fully. As a consequence, Cynthia sought solace by artificial means of satisfaction until recently, when another widow, equally as wealthy as Cynthia, began to show interest in her.

Moving into a new home had brought Cynthia to a new parish in the city where the lady in question - Anne - welcomed her to the congregation. When Cynthia learnt that Anne was a retired masseur, they started mutual massage sessions on Cynthia's sun-bed, which eventually developed into more adventurous massage, with heavy sex activities, leading to oral stimulation, which resulted in delicious orgasms for each of them.

The sun bed was a permanent feature of the luxury conservatory, lavishly filled with shrubs and plants, kept a temperature and humidity necessary for their well-being. The floor was covered with ceramic tiles, slightly tilted to allow water to drain into a gully and out to a drainage system. Other deep relaxing chairs were also kept in the warm, sun-filled room. Well, when there was a sun of course! Cynthia loved relaxing among the exotic flowers and plants, reading or listening to her favorite music.

After moving into the new area, to occupy her mind, she threw herself into the affairs of the church, and, as a means of repaying the kindness of the church, and the vicar - the Rev Lionel Swanson - Cynthia made generous donations to the restoration fund, helping out in the Parish office, which brought her into contact with the administrators. Much to her surprise, she had not been in the parish very long, when the position of Church Warden became vacant. She found herself nominated, then appointed to the post!

It was only to be expected that she would meet Susanna in the course of her Church Warden duties, though the vicar's wife did not get too involved with administration, leaving all that to the Deacon, the Parish Administrator, and their helpers. Susanna was anxious not to interfere with their duties. But a generous contributor to the church funds had to be nurtured!

So it was that Cynthia got invited to the vicarage for coffee, finding Susanna a charming and friendly lady. Although turned forty years of age, Susanna looked rather younger, with a fairly tall trim slender figure. Had she not worn flat heels, she would have been a very elegant height, with her long shapely legs adding to the image. Cynthia was very taken with her in every way! They gossiped, as women do, about other people in the parish, the WI and the price of petrol in the local garage.

It was during their chat over coffee at the vicarage one morning following the incident at church, when Cynthia had intercepted a special look between Susanna and Lady Sarah, that Cynthia told Susanna all about her masseur friend - though only implying the physical extent of the massage - and suggested to Susanna that she must come round to visit and have a session on her sun-bed. Then, out of the blue, she asked Susanna.

'I hope you don't think I'm being nosey, and don't answer if you don't want to, but I can't get over a feeling I have that there's something rather... er... special between you and Lady Sarah.'

'What makes you think that?' 

Cynthia noted the caution in Susanna's tone.

'I'm being personal now, Susanna, sorry... but I noticed the look you gave each other last Sunday during coffee - touching little fingers. That could only mean one thing to me.'

'What thing, Cynthia?'

The older woman paused before replying. 'Look! You both have very busy husbands. I have nothing whatever against a bit of romance between two charming ladies. I have ... I must admit ... my own secret relationship.'

'Then what interests you in mine?'

She leaned towards Susanna to touch her arm with her finger tips, looking keenly at her. 'You!'

Susanna returned her gaze with a faint relaxed smile, allowing Cynthia's hand to gently stroke her wrist. But Susanna was anything but relaxed. Her mind was in a quandary. There was no real choice now, she decided, but to pursue the discussion. She reappraised the woman in front of her in a realistic way. What she saw was certainly attractive, with her age causing no impediment in Susanna's mind. In fact, she was sure she could kiss those lips with enjoyment.

Yet she was unsure whether or not she wanted to start a sexual relationship with her. Stall, she thought. Just stall for the time being.

'Are you chatting me up, Cynthia. Testing the ground out?'

Cynthia laughed lightly. 'Yes, I am!'

'W-e-ll! Let me tell you then, that I have been bi-sexual for a long time - though not a practicing one all the time. Apart from girlish behavior when I was young, it was a headmaster's wife who first showed me my true inclinations.'

To tell Cynthia about the sixteen-year old young man who had seduced her frequently in a short-lived mad obsession, was unnecessary, Susanna thought. Sarah was the only other person to know about that - apart from the headmaster's wife of course! And the young man himself.

'Until Lady Sarah...?' was Cynthia's rhetorical question.

Susanna smiled. 'Thanks for the coffee Cynthia. I had no idea you harbored such hidden thoughts. But then I've long known that you can never tell a person's innermost thoughts by their outward appearance. Let me think about what you have said. In any case, nature has seen to it that any present opportunity isn't possible. When I'm clear, I may try your sun-bed. Sounds very inviting.'

'You're welcome at any time.'

Cynthia smiled to herself after Susanna had gone. Susanna had certainly not turned her down, no shown any dismay at her probing questions, making no attempt to dislodge Cynthia's hand from her wrist. At the same time, she had not acknowledged a relationship existed between her and Lady Sarah. But Cynthia was sure she was right. And when she learned some days later that the two of them had planned to spend a week-end in London together, her suspicions were confirmed.

Driving away from Cynthia's house, Susanna was uncertain what she should do. But further thoughts would be banished from her mind so that she might concentrate on the week-end before her. A week-end with Sarah in her family's London flat. They were due to fly to Heathrow on Friday lunchtime.

It was the following week when Cynthia phoned. Being in London meant that Susanna missed the Sunday morning service, so wasn't to be seen at church until evensong, at which Cynthia was missing due to family a visit. Susanna accepted Cynthia's offer of coffee the following morning.

Susanna had certainly had a wonderful time in London with Sarah, staying in Sarah's son's flat in Pimlico. A visit to Ann Summer's Marble Arch store had been both eye-opening and instructive, Sarah had bought one or two things - including two pairs of cami and French knickers for Susanna to wear. Although chatted up in the cocktail bar of the block of flats by two dishy guys, the two ladies chose to keep themselves to themselves.

They indulged in sex morning, noon and night in an orgy of very satisfying lesbian action. And the threesome with the French girl had been fabulous! Champagne poured in her vagina, then tipped into Sarah's willing mouth! And the girl's technique was professional, to sat the least! A night of almost unending orgasms!

It was the first time that Susanna had actually slept beside another woman all night. Waking up beside a soft warm female form, with breasts to kiss and a moist vulva to fondle was a wonderful experience for her. It was sad to be returning home on the Sunday afternoon, though Sarah had called round the following morning to spend a passionate hour with her in the vicarage conservatory, recalling the memory of those special times.

Such a succession of sexual activity had Susanna in a constant state of arousal. It was years since she had felt so sexually alive. Whist her whole body was aware of the underlying appetite gnawing at her, her loins had a constant slight ache - her clitoris always semi-erect and sensitive. Her fingers would often sneak into her knickers for a quick touch when she was alone.

For several years now, Susanna had to accept a declining sex life with her husband, with the occasional desultory intercourse being more for his benefit than for hers. Her orgasms were always self induced. Well - she thought - they had been married for twenty years after all. She realised that it wasn't really surprising that their love was a bit stale. Of course, Susanna was not aware that her husband had other mature ladies in the parish to satisfy his sex drive, which he took advantage of most weeks. Such is the selfishness of men - even vicars!

With her sex drive now in overdrive, and only able to see Sarah once a week - perhaps twice some weeks, it was barely sufficient to keep Susanna's lust at bay. So, she decided to encourage Cynthia a little further to see how things developed there. She could always call a halt if things didn't work out for her. This was something she didn't tell Sarah - though if asked, she was sure the truth would come out. Not that Sarah would mind, Susanna thought. After all, Sarah had Samantha, the doctor's gorgeous wife as a lover, as well as herself. But even so, Susanna thought it was best to be discreet at this stage.

Having sorted these matters out in her head, it was with a light heart, feeling a sense of adventure that Susanna went to visit Cynthia. She had decided to wear one of the cami French knickers sets Sarah had bought her in London. She was sure Cynthia would like it. Cynthia greeted her warmly with a kiss on the lips, which Susanna prolonged sufficiently to signal her interest in exploring a further close encounter.

The gesture wasn't wasted on Cynthia who had already planned a careful, unhurried seduction of the vicar's wife. Now encouraged by that single simple kiss, though, caution may not be as necessary as she once thought.

'How was the London trip?' she asked as she poured the coffee, after Susanna had removed her coat.

'We had a really wonderful time,' Susanna gushed. 'A bit of sight seeing, walks in the Royal parks, shopping - good food...'

'And the other activities?' Cynthia smiled, sitting beside her friend on the settee.

Susanna laughed lightly. 'Ah! You're being too inquisitive, Cynthia! But very satisfying. Sarah bought me some lovely underwear at Ann Summers' shop. Would you like to see?'

Cynthia's eye's opened wide at the speed of the offer as Susanna, twisting her body to face the older woman, unfastened her blouse, shrugging it off to reveal the blue satin camisole. She had been expecting to lead up to the subject of sex carefully, testing out the ground first. But Susanna sailed straight into it.

Unable to prevent herself, Cynthia reached over to softly stroke her hands over the pliant breasts, her heart beating rather faster than usual.

'What do you think?'

'Yes! Beautiful. And is there a bra to match?'

'Take a look,' was all Susanna said, holding out her arms.

Requiring no further encouragement, Cynthia drew the camisole over her friend's head allowing the blue lace see-through bra to come into view. With eyes glued to the curves of Susanna's breasts, Cynthia caressed them lovingly. The nipples, visible behind the lace, were already fully erect on their large swollen dark areolas. So, when Susanna leaned across to plant a kiss on Cynthia's mouth, drawing her towards her, Cynthia's arms snaked round her friend's back, searching for the bra catch, releasing it, to set free the heavy breasts.

Still engaged in a passionate exploration of tongues, Cynthia slipped the bra straps from Susanna's shoulders. It was only natural that Cynthia would now wish to gaze on those lolling breasts and pay homage to the nipples with her tongue. She heard Susanna's intake of breath, head thrown back, as her lips engaged with the hard nub.

The vicar's wife was being deliberately provocative when she offered to show Cynthia her lingerie, knowing that the older woman was longing to fondle her boobs. Nevertheless, Susanna was rather surprised at her own eagerness to show them to her. Ever since the previous morning when she and Sarah had made love in the conservatory, although deliciously satisfied as she always was with her best friend, Susanna now realised that she still yearned for more.

She had borne her frustration, however, knowing that the next morning would bring a new experience with Cynthia for her to enjoy. Cynthia had made no bones about what she wanted from her. Well now the time had come. Even so, she was surprised at the ease with which she'd overcome any embarrassment at displaying her breasts. She watched Cynthia's reaction to her 36C pear-shaped boobs. Her eyes were ablaze with lust.

Cynthia attached her lips on the nipples causing Susanna to draw in her breath sharply. It was curious how the feel of those lips was different to those of Sarah. Not better - nor worse - just subtly different. Her body was now blazing with her new-found desire. As Cynthia fed on her nipples, Susanna slipped her flat hands down the front of the older woman's blouse, deep into the bra cups, to clasp her soft boobs in the clutching fingers.

With her thumbs rubbing over the stiffened nipples, Susanna felt her loins churning with her own lecherousness. This was wonderful. So sexy. Cynthia, she knew, was already fully aroused. But right now, Susanna was eager to feel the evidence of that between her friend's thighs.

Before she could put her wishes into practice, however, Cynthia was already intent on exploring Susanna's private belongings. Her hand slid under the hem of Susanna's skirt, her finger pads pushing lightly up her inner thigh until they reached their goal. The French knickers offered no resistance to her questing fingers. They encountered the oozing labia in the heat of the vulva. Oh bliss!

The widow was exhilarated at the touch of Susanna's warm secret pouch. It felt silky and sexily enchanting. Her long sensitive fingers explored every hidden crevice and every flap of slippery flesh with care, slipping into the vagina itself to test its readiness, before lingering attentively on the little button, pleased at the response she felt in Susanna's loins and her unsteady breathing.

It was a blissful moment for Susanna. Her skin quivered at the touch of Cynthia's hand. Her breathing became shallow and her throat dried up with the sheer confusion of emotions as the fingers reached her most secret passage. Her hot weeping vagina. These were only the second set of fingers privileged to penetrate the most private part of Susanna's body in recent years, other than her own.

It was with deep sense of awareness that she concentrated on the mystery of her body being explored by strange, expert fingers. And it was gloriously exciting - profoundly thrilling and extremely lewd. She gave herself over entirely to the searching whims of the older woman. Great joy! Susanna's loins were trembling with lust and desire.

After a few moments of savoring these delicacies, Cynthia withdrew herself from Susanna, to quickly remove her own clothes altogether, throwing them into a pile on an armchair. Susanna watched her every move, her eyes glued to the breasts as they became visible before standing up from the settee. They were a perfectly firm round shape, with little sag, well defined areolas showing many pimple-like lumps around the solid long nipple. The skin was alabaster smooth.

Whilst she herself undid the waistband of her skirt, sliding it over her hips, removing it altogether, she watched Cynthia's body emerging from the clothing. The narrow waist, flat belly and shapely hips that put her own figure to shame, the groin covered with a light growth of golden pubic hair stretching down into the creases of her inner thighs. The very center of Cynthia's being was a plump cushion of outer labia, with a light covering of hair, separated by two crumpled lips of brown flesh bursting from the inner vestibule of her vulva. They were inviting Susanna to inspect them more closely. And that is exactly what she would do very soon.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 12



To tease her friend further, Susanna left the blue satin knickers covering her groin. Cynthia would have to remove those! When they were both almost naked, they faced one another. Neither spoke. They looked keenly into each other's eyes, aware that they desperately wanted each other's body, but prepared to take it slowly, as their bodies moved closer together until their breasts met. Slowly rocking her breasts from side to side, Cynthia massaged her small nipples against those long ones of Susanna. It was electrifying for them both, sending trembles into the pit of their bellies.

With arms round each waist, Cynthia parted her legs, lowering herself in front of Susanna's body, so that her knees rested on either side of the feet. There, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of the blue French knickers, drawing them over the hips and legs then eased them from off her legs. The older lady could now achieve her ambition of inspecting the personal attributes of her young friend.

The thick hairy bush of dark hair covering the whole vulva, the swollen mound above it, and the lower belly. The pronounced clitoral hood, the dark brown inner labia drooping from the grip of the outer ones, whilst just below these hung a shining thread of her vaginal juices, dripping like saliva. Cynthia leaned in to the area, pushing out her tongue to catch that thread of nectar, scooping it into her mouth. It was her first taste of Susanna's carnal mystery. Mild and sweet.

Her tongue forced its way between the outer lips to begin searching the delightful contours of the whole vulva. Her lips bit on the inner labia, pulling and chewing them. Her tongue probed into the vaginal passage, exploring the inner walls of that magical shrine. It moved up into the clitoral hood, alternating with her lips grasping the little button.

Susanna was in a delirium of rapture, her loins shaking, her belly trembling with the deep ecstacy filling her whole being. A feeling of wonderful joy engulfed her. Her moans filled the room with expressions of untold bliss. It was when her knees began to tremble and shake uncontrollably that her legs buckled beneath her. Cynthia eased her into the corner of the settee, pressing her legs wide apart, giving her unrestricted access to the part of her young friend that fascinated her most.

Whilst Susanna squirmed and murmured, her muscles flexing and jerking, Cynthia continued to eat her vulva with consummate skill, aware that she was bringing the vicar's wife to a peak of untold anguish before the final explosion. But the final journey would have to wait a while. Now that she had Susanna begging for more, Cynthia wanted her on a sun bed for a more leisurely session, rather than a quick gobble on the settee. She stood up, taking Susanna by the arm.

'Let's go to the conservatory,' she whispered hoarsely. 'There's coffee ready for us.'

A willing Susanna, in a somewhat unsteady, dazed state, was led into a large sunlit room with a wide sun bed. Cynthia poured two cups of coffee, chatting about her masseur. Susanna didn't really take much notice. She was mesmerized by the cultured shape of the older woman's figure. The firm, rounded cheeks of her bottom, the narrow waist, the heavy breasts, with their hard erect dark nipples. Yes! She was eager to get to grips with that supple body. To taste its contents and explore the inner valleys between the lush thighs.

After drinking the coffee rather hurriedly, each gazing lustfully at the other's body, getting themselves aroused once more, ready for love, they lay together on the bed. Cynthia immediately parted Susanna's legs as wide as she could, knees bent, to expose the gorgeous pale inner thighs, before squatting between them to rediscover the delicious vulva nestling between them.

The long road to an orgasm was a journey that Susanna delighted in taking. It was one she was wanting to take more than anything else right now. Each one seemed a little different from the previous one. And with a different pair of lips stirring her desires, the experience was one of supreme joy to be relished and focused on with deep concentration.

She felt the tenseness in her whole body, the mounting tightness of the muscles in her belly. The provoking tongue on her clitoris produced sudden irrepressible spasms in her loins, not too powerful to begin with, making her gasp with their delicious agony. Then the spasms became more and more powerful. Susanna searched deep into her loins, desperate to reach the peak of her climax, but the spasms just kept building up, ramming against her body every second.

She was screaming 'I want to come!' over and over again. Her head was lashing from side to side. Nothing mattered to her other than the final moment of release. Her mind was totally focused on the clitoral sensations, the blazing loins. Her body was bouncing and bucking. She was crying out in torment, begging for release. With one huge final agonizing convulsion, her body leaped up from the bed as though struck with a powerful electric shock. She fainted with the intensity of the final throes of orgasm.

Regaining consciousness Susanna was aware of Cynthia kissing her face all over, caressing her breasts with one hand and cupping her throbbing vulva with the other. It was Cynthia's turn to be writhing with desire. Seeing Susanna open her eyes, she scrambled her body across her friend, hoisting her thighs across her face in the classic sixty-nine position, so that the private pocket of delight was spread open for Susanna to behold.

Cynthia's vulva was a large unwieldy piece of womanhood. Her labia were thick, sloppy and long, hanging from a stubby clitoris beneath a hairy hood of flesh. Her vagina was set really deep in the vulva, well back between her thighs, protected by four puckered flaps of flesh. As Susanna studied it, the opening was already dilating to reveal its inner passage. The secret gateway to her dark mystery. It was oozing heavily its thick starchy honey.

To satisfy her curiosity, wanting to explore that secret passage, Susanna bunched her fingers together before pushing them slowly into the beckoning hole. She felt Cynthia gasp and jerk as her invading fingers slipped deeper and deeper into the slippery passage. As she kept on pushing in and out, further and further, Susanna was amazed to see her hand disappear into the vagina altogether, as far as to her wrist.

Cynthia was crying out, but whether in pain or delight, Susanna couldn't tell - nor was she concerned. Only the sight of her hand fully enveloped by the vagina held her complete rapt attention. She wriggled her fingers to explore the inside of this cavernous shrine, making Cynthia moan out loud, her loins jerk and tremble. Slowly, her hand started to punch into Cynthia's vagina. Susanna's lips found the jutting clitoris and nipped and nuzzled as the older woman squealed and groaned in ecstacy.

Her loins shook heavily whilst Susanna fist-fucked her, sucking and nibbling the clit with relish. In very little time, with a huge lunge which dislodged the hand, Cynthia gave a cry of exultation as spasm after violent spasm racked her body in a tremendous orgasm. Susanna watched in amazement as Cynthia ejaculated. She didn't squirt. It was more like sperm filling her vaginal opening, oozing over her fourchette towards her bum. Susanna's scooped it into her hand, already coated with Cynthia's vaginal juices - her intimate honey - which Susanna inhaled and licked whilst Cynthia recovered her composure.

It tasted musky and fairly strong. After rolling off Susanna's body to lie beside her, she stroked her breasts and belly with fondness. They smiled at each other.

'That was wonderful, Cynthia. Thanks.'

'Mine as well darling.'

'No man on earth could give me such a shattering orgasm as a woman can. But I think I need a pee. I'm bursting. I haven't been since breakfast!'

'On me darling.'

'What?' Susanna laughed as she swung herself from the bed.

Cynthia opened her thighs wide, lifting her knees up to her shoulders, pulling the hood away from her clitoris. 'Pee on that Sue. Pee on my clit. Please! Don't worry - the floor is pee-proof!'

With a bemused smile, Susanna stood over her friends head, facing her feet. She parted her labia, and, aiming at the exposed clitoris, started to pee. She soon found the mark. The stream became more of a jet, splashing over Cynthia's clit, much to her delight. The relief was wonderful. It is always a delight to relieve a full bladder. And Susanna's was very full - almost bursting.

Entering into the spirit, she now allowed her pee to splash all over Cynthia's breasts and nipples, belly and clitoris. Cynthia moaned with pleasure. The sensation of the warm jet on her clit stirred her loins. The muscles eacted. They tensed. Her whole body tensed as she felt the wave of excitement build up quickly. Her fingers found the clit, rubbing it with a fast circular motion as the golden stream continued to splatter over her. Her breathing became erratic.

'God! I'm coming again Sue. Don't stop!' There was a sound of panic. 'Oh, fucking hell!' she cried in her cultured voice. As the stream started to weaken, Cynthia's loins rose from the bed fully tensed. Then, suddenly, the spasms hit her. And again. And again. And again. She was wailing! Susanna watched her in almost disbelief, until the body subsided. Then she lowered her own loins onto the face below her.

She felt the tongue starting to tease her clit. Her vulva was still wet with pee, and other excretions from her vagina. The sight of Cynthia thrashing in a blaze of orgasmic ecstasy had brought her almost to the point of no retuirn. Phew! The probing tongue brought her there. A jolt deep inside her belly was all hat she required to finish off.

Susanna swung her legs away and went into the lounge for her clothes. 'I think you need another coffee darling,' she suggested, returning with the clothes over her arm.

Cynthia laughed shortly. 'Save it for another day - it's gone cold anyway.'

Lounging on the sun bed, watching Susanna dress, the older women admiring her soft hanging breasts for a while, until they were encased in the cups of the bra. Her own lithe body rested on the bed until Susanna was fully dressed, before herself getting off the bed, slipping her arms into a dressing gown.

'Shall we repeat the event?'

'Most certainly, Cynthia. I haven't tried out your sun-bed properly yet!'

With a much more relaxed feeling, Susanna drove back to the vicarage, contemplating her recent sex life. From an almost non-existent activity until recently, it had blossomed into a glorious life of obscenity and sexual satisfaction. First with Sarah, and now with Cynthia as well. Should she tell Sarah, she wondered? Hmm! Play that one by ear, she thought. For now, just luxuriate in the calm satisfaction she felt. She hadn't felt as relaxed and content for years, and she meant to enjoy it whilst she could! 

And as Susanna drove home, she fondled her own genitals, treating herself to another slow, self-induced orgasm of considerable delight. Perhaps there should be a law against driving and masturbating.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 13



THE VICAR'S DUTIES

On the Saturday afternoon of the vicar's wife's birthday week-end in London with her friend, Sarah, there was a garden party being held in the grounds of one of the wealthier widows of the parish. The widow lived in a large five bedroom mansion, with a large terrace which ran along the length of the rear of the house, with steps leading down to carefully maintained lawns and flower-beds. Garden furniture littered the lawns. Folding tables were covered with white cloths heavily loaded with buffet food of every description. And the wine bar, set up in a marquee, was well stocked, manned by two of the senior church wardens. Many guests were expected.

Profits were intended for the Church restoration fund. The roof was in urgent need of repair and several parishioners were holding events to provide much needed funds to pay for the work. Sheila's garden party would prove to be one of the highlights of the calendar! Lionel felt it a duty to attend. Well, after all, the vicar would be expected to be there. There would be many others there of course and Lionel's only duty would be to circulate among the guests and be relaxed and pleasant to them, encouraging them to part with as much money as possible.

Sheila was a very attractive lady of some maturity, living on her own means - or rather her late husband's pension. He had been a top solicitor and rather older than his wife. His sudden death from a heart attack three years earlier, had shocked the community. Now a respected widow, Sheila remained beautifully groomed, and a pleasure to the eye. That included Lionel's eye, for he was very taken with her - or more accurately, with her figure. She was in her late forties, tall, with close dark auburn hair. Though not particularly overweight, she did have a large pair of breasts and full thighs. And that was no exaggeration. A very handsome large body for Lionel to study when he thought no-one was looking.

But someone was looking. Sheila herself. She was flattered and a little amused. Perhaps he fancied her, she thought. Well, he was a very presentable fellow.

Lionel's wife, Susanna has beautiful breasts of course, but they are on the small side. Large breasts were Lionel's weakness. They fascinated him. There would be a good selection iof shapes and sizes for him to admire during the afternoon.

On the day of the garden party, however, Lionel's mind was far from relaxed. In the early hours of the morning, his daughter had visited him in his bed and, to his utter amazement, they had made love. Although it had been entirely at Emily's initiative, it was a happening that he should have resisted, but his physical desire had declined. In truth, he had been harboring erotic thoughts in his half-sleep at the time, and her climbing into bed was as an angel come to answer his prayer. A naked young female beside him was an open invitation to be fondled and the curves enjoyed to the full.

The memory was now more of a dream to him. A very pleasant one, but a dream none the less. And Emily had left immediately after breakfast to return to University via a visit to her grandparents on the way, so there had been little time to follow up the event..

In spite of this, Lionel had always been a serious, dedicated vicar. The one serious weakness in his intellectual make-up was that he was highly sexed. Sex had always been very demanding of him for as long as he could remember. He had always succumbed in to its demands - very frequently in fact - which was the cause of much dismay to him. He had virtually no control over its insatiable demands, which insisted on relief, and he had been brain-washed to believe that it was sin to abuse one's body in that way. So, it was one of his religious tutors at college who had finally managed to remove that deep-seated feeling of abject guilt Lionel felt after masturbating.

The tutor had explained to him that God had no quarrel with self gratification if was done merely to remove any feelings of tension within the mind, allowing it to concentrate on sober religious thoughts and duties. In fact, Lionel and the tutor had performed the occasional mutual masturbation session in the chapel. It was during one of these that the tutor explained to Lionel that he would find himself in demand by some of the frustrated ladies in his parish when he was found a living. This was not to be regarded as sinful - on the contrary, he would be performing an act of mercy by relieving the unfortunate ladies of physical shortcomings.

The realization that sex and self abuse was not regarded as sinful, had Lionel celebrate by indulging in an private orgy of masturbation. To his surprise, he still felt guilty! Old habits die hard and it took some months before he began to feel really comfortable afterwards.

It was Lionel's penance to have an almost permanently erect phallus. Only after the act of masturbation or, later in life, of fornication, was he allowed a brief respite from the stiffness. It was an acute embarrassment to him at times, but he had long concluded that it was God's will that it should be so, having made him that way. To be always ready to perform His will, Lionel thought. This was the only way he was able to accept what he considered to be his weakness. He wore elasticated underwear round his waist to hold the offending part against his belly, so that any sudden surge of excitement would not be noticed by others.

Lionel soon discovered after being given his first parish, as the tutor had predicted, that there were a few ladies who welcomed him into their clandestine arms. A welcome he was happy to accept. Indeed, he came to regard this as a pastoral duty - performing an act of kindness to some of his less fortunate parishioners. One particularly literary widow had described Lionel's pubic curls as being like interlaced strands of gold. Glittering in the sunlight, she described them as a halo glowing round the base of his glorious penis. A truly holy weapon. A truly handsome penis - the work of God. Mankind's supreme power. She waxed lyrical about the vicar's penis, particularly when it finally penetrated the portals of her secret altar amid happy sighs and moans.

However, the time came when he decided the time had come to find himself a wife, in order to dispel the rumors that were beginning to circulate about his sexual exploits. Susanna had been a perfect wife to Lionel, providing him with a daughter and a camouflage for his extra sexual activities. So, it came as a shock to him to discover that his wife was accused of having had an affair with the head choir boy. An eighteen year old Lothario, no less! There was no truth in the allegation, of course - at least, he preferred to believe there wasn't - but after close consultation with the headmaster of the young man's school and his own Bishop, it was arranged for Lionel to be found a different parish. Fortunately, one was available due to the retirement of the incumbent vicar.

So it was that the handsome forty-five year old vicar and his wife took up residence in their new village parish some twenty miles from the scene of the previous misfortune. And, of course, there were plenty of new attractive ladies in the offing for Lionel to discover. Angela in particular was a regular recipient of Lionel's sexual advances. A plain, but well endowed forty year old schoolteacher spinster, she had an insatiable appetite for sex. Unfortunately, though, Angela had recently left the parish to look after her elderly mother. There was still Janice, although she was not one to share in the action, lying immobile, legs apart, whilst Lionel intoned 'prayers' over her whilst fornicating. Strange lady! Still, she had full, conical-shaped breasts which proved very satisfying.

It had been with some relief to Lionel that he became aware of his wife's affair with Lady Sarah. An injudicious phone call he had overheard alerted him to their sexual encounters. He was more than happy with the arrangement, giving him some relief from the guilt he felt about having other women himself. And they don't come more discreet that Lady Sarah. They would surely be having a happy time on London whilst he was ogling the ladies in their summer dresses.

For the garden party, it had been a perfect summer morning. The sun had shone all the time and the wine had been consumed in quantities. But the event was drawing to a close. Many of the guests had eaten and drunk their fill - some rather more than was good for them - and started to drift away in the late afternoon. Helpers were busy clearing away the garden furniture and removing the remains if the food, which would be served with coffee the following day after the morning service. The marquees would be dismantled and taken away on Monday.

Combined with the heat, the wine had stirred Sheila's body with a vague awareness, a pleasant feeling of sexual desire. She found, now in her late forties, her interest in sex had become rather more intense. The sight of the vicar furtively studying her breasts had resulted in a slight ache in her belly, which craved pacifying with the feel of a thick cock inside her. But there was no hurry. Among the meaningless chatter of guests, the distant laughter, Sheila remembered her younger days when she would manage relieve her aching loins with deft fingers. 

Memories of lying in the sun, holding her soft, plump genitals, squeezing them gently until the honey began to flow. Rubbing, probing with her index finger, exploring her own secret folds of responsive, supple flesh. Teasing her bud of delight, marveling at the ripples of lust surging through her in waves, building slowly to a pinnacle of overwhelming hunger for release. Holding back the climax until she could bear it no longer. Her whole body would shake and tremble until the welcome orgasms would rip through her like a great wave crashing over her.

Sheila smiled ruefully at the memory of those frequent, private occasions. She smiled as she wondered what her guests would say if they knew what was in her thoughts. Certainly the vicar! Yes, Lionel had made his admiration of her breasts quite clear. She knew he lusted after them, speculating on his love-making skills. Mmmm. Perhaps he would be a nice lover with a thick straight cock.

When everyone had gone, perhaps she would again lie in the sun - fondle herself once more, recalling earlier sexual encounters, flooding her vagina with her private sex juices. Yes, that would be nice. She began to look forward to it.

It was now late in the afternoon, still very warm with the terrace reflecting the heat of the earlier sun beating down on it. When the final goodbyes and profuse thank yous had been said, Sheila saw that only Lionel remained after waving off the last of the guests. She poured him a glass of red wine. He wouldn't stay long, she thought. Then she could enjoy the treat she had promised herself.

'You've done a remarkable job today, Sheila. Very successful. And the Lord gave us the sunshine to add to the enjoyment.'

'And the wine, vicar!' she laughed 'May as well have the rest of this bottle.'

He smiled as he took the glass from her, little realizing that Sheila was quietly simmering with lust. His own interest was centered on her breasts of course. Her summer dress, though perfectly dignified, allowed his lively imagination to visualize the mounds of soft female flesh encased in the lace bra, whose top he could see. The nipples made themselves proud against the silk, reflecting the erotic thoughts going through Sheila's mind, now sending quivers of excitement through him. His cock stiffened - of course.

'What about you?' he asked innocently.

'I still have a glass of wine here. Cheers!'

They drank to each other.

'A very pleasant claret, this.'

They looked at each other for a few moments as they sipped their wine. Sheila had always fancied Lionel, even more so after a few glasses of claret. She glanced down at his crotch, speculating on his penis - what it would be like to handle it - feel it penetrate her. Gosh! She thought she could see it's contours pressing against his trousers. No! Surely not! But yes, it was. He eyes eagerly looked for signs of movement, but gave up after a second or two.

Lionel was a gentleman of the old school. Intelligent and quite witty. Now a widow in her late forties, Sheila had no expectation of sex, though thoughts and memories of past physical enjoyment came to mind from time to time. Particularly after a few glasses of wine, her mind would dwell on the more exciting aspects of her sex, stiffening her nipples and lubricating her vagina..

And this was one of those occasions. There was a feeling of unease inside her. A slight ache, which troubled her. Her mind was fixed on sex. Sheila had never been a passionate lover, her enjoyment of the act being more calculated - more sensuous - more delightful. Her orgasms were always well controlled and thoroughly sublime. She preferred a partner of similar deliberations in his approach to love making, rather than one who rushed to his own climax.

There had been several in her life. Her late husband, however, usually - but not always if her fantasies during sex were particularly thrilling - fell short of her needs, which frequently gave rise to the necessity for careful and calculated masturbation to reach her climax. Sheila's sexual needs had faded over recent years, though she still enjoyed the occasional relaxing hour on a warm summer's day, lying naked on her bed, feeling her genitals all over with both hands, carefully spreading the seeping honey across the soft folds, coaxing them to a long drawn out, satisfying orgasm.

It always amazed Sheila that every orgasm came upon her as a completely new surprise, a fresh experience, jerking her loins and filling her mind with a feeling of exhilaration. The result was always a one of contentment as she lay there, her hand cupping her soft, warm vulva.

She looked at Lionel and wondered what sort of a lover he was. She smiled at him. 'Beautiful evening.'

'Sorry to have to leave it,' he replied. What he meant was sorry to leave the presence of those large breasts.

'Oh, you don't have to. I shall be on my own now. Why not stay a little longer? I shall enjoy the company.' she smiled at him as she put her wine glass on the table. 'And you can have longer to admire my figure.'

Lionel laughed. Oh dear! She'd rumbled him! 'Thank you.' He put his arm round her waist and kissed her lips gently.

Sheila was taken aback by his abruptness, but returned his kiss more firmly, he lips lingering on his.

'That was nice,' she said in her matter-of-fact voice as their faces moved apart. 'You could break a girl's heart doing things like that.'

Lionel laughed quietly, putting his glass on the table. 'I think we're past breaking hearts, but can still enjoy a friendly kiss. Particularly with an attractive, elegant mature lady.'

'Flatterer!'

He wrapped his arms round her waist, kissing her again, more intensely. Sheila felt the texture of his lips on hers. Oh, what the hell! Determined to test out his intentions, she put her hand behind his head to press their faces together, allowing her lips to part slightly, the tip of her tongue tracing his lips. She was curious to know how he would react.

It was then that Sheila suddenly remembered her first real kiss and feel. It was at an end-of-year college party. She had been standing with friends between dances when she became suddenly aware of a boy looking at her intently from a little distance away. His eyes were filled with a curious hypnotic look she had never seen in anyone before. Her own eyes were drawn to his. Although she had seen him often enough before, Sheila had never realized what a gorgeous youth he was.

The fluttering in her groin surprised her - her body was beginning to ache - wanting attention, s they were right this minute. Her vulva started to leak with desire. She felt as though she was standing naked in front of him, A blush came to her cheeks at the thought. He had made a vague gesture with his head asking her to go outside with him. He sauntered off through the far door towards the outer door leading to the toilet block.

Making a vague excuse to her friends, Sheila followed him as casually as she could. She was breathless with excitement. It was almost dark. She stood in the doorway for a moment. A quiet pst! told her where the youth was standing. She crossed to him quickly, breathless. He put his arms round her, turned her round and pressed her against the wall in an alcove kissing her on the lips. She had no idea how to respond but just enjoyed the wickedness of it. His hands were pressing into her full breasts, pushing into the opening of the blouse.

When she felt his hand hoist up her skirt she panicked. She wasn't expecting this. He was going to feel her sex, she thought.

'No! No!' she muttered, but without conviction. She was just as curious as he was to know how it felt to have other fingers than her own playing with her soft virgin lips. Even so, she was nervous - and she soon found out how it felt. Deliciously wicked! His hot hand rubbed against the crotch of her cotton knickers.

Her loins had jerked at the touch. She couldn't help it! It was the first hand that had ever touched her there. Her mind was in a whirl of excitement. Her mouth turned dry. Then she felt a finger ease the knickers to one side and prod its way into her soft crack, moist with excitement. Sheila gasped, her stimulation mounting.

'My God! He's got his finger inside me' she murmured to herself. Before she had time to realise fully what was happening, the boy took hold of her hand, pushing it against his trousers. Somehow he had managed to pull his cock out, stiff and hard. He wrapped her palm round the naked shaft. Gosh! A boy's cock - in her hand. It was breathtaking! A hard shaft of warm flesh she had longed to fondle for ages. Now here is was in her hand. A real cock!

Although confused, she knew she was expected to pump it up and down. Older girls had explained that to her. Curled round the shaft, her hand jerked eagerly. She felt his fingers push in an out of her soaking vagina as he started to grunt in her mouth, his loins were jerking against her belly. Sheila now pressed the cock along the length of her wet crack. She wanted it to fuck her. But with the palm of her hand, she rubbed it up and down vigorously against her belly until she suddenly felt him explode with a stifled grunt.

When the hot effusion splattered her groin, Sheila froze in horror. She knew about ejaculation, but to actually feel it flood against her sparse public hair surprised her. Nervously dabbling her fingers in the sweet stickiness, she rubbed it over her own clitoris. Sheila was desperate for an orgasm. The additional wickedness of having a load of sperm spill over her thinly haired groin brought about the crashing wave of lust that tumbled throughout her body.

Sheila delighted in orgasms. She couldn't have enough of them, feeling them take over her entire being. But this was the first brought about by another person. A male! She exploded with amazing intensity!

She was still recalling that first experience of hot sperm gushing onto her belly - it was to remain an everlasting exiting memory for her, the first of several spouting cocks on her nipples and hairy crotch - when she realised that Lionel was gently caressing her bottom. That did it! She was a sucker for having her bottom stroked!

Lionel couldn't believe his luck! Sheila, of all people, in his arms and asking for kisses. What else does she want he wondered? She was certainly an attractive lady - handsome, rather than beautiful. She didn't smile easily - she was a serious lady with fine straight features and a soft figure, which interested him - he had often thought how it would feel to explore her - search her hairy folds. And here was the chance. He slid his hands down her back until they reached her buttocks, then took a cheek in each hand, pressing her to him as he began to gently kiss her neck and ears.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 13



It was with a gasp of delight that Sheila felt Lionel's hands take hold of the cheeks of her bottom. When his lips reached her neck and ear lobes, she knew she would enjoy the encounter. In the past, nibbled ears had always set her loins fluttering. This occasion was no exception. Gosh! She felt like a young teenage wanton again. Hey! What's happening, she wondered?

'Do you know, Sheila, some old thoughts are beginning to stir in me.'

'That's not the only thing stirring,' she smiled.

His penis was pressing into her groin. It was years since her ear lobes had been nibbled. The sensuous feelings she had never expected to have again were returning to her. Her body was becoming alive! She intended to enjoy herself. Throwing her head back, she moaned softly with pleasure, ripples of desire spreading through her once more. With calm deliberation, her hand slipped its way between their bodies to rest on the front of Lionel's trousers. His manhood was there. Thick and hard. She squeezed it. It held much promise for her. How long was it since Sheila had handled a stiff cock? A long time. Oh - that feels wonderful!

'Are you feeling naughty?' he asked softly.

'Mmm!'

'How naughty?'

Her interest had reawakened. She was getting quite eager. So it was essential for her to hold the bare shaft in her hand! 'Fondle my breasts to find out,' she teased. 'You've been admiring them all afternoon!'

'And how much more naughty do you want to be?' He was quickly unbuttoning the top half of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal the cleavage of her bulging breasts. This was a dream come true. He ran his fingers over the swelling of her right breast, his thumb lingering on the nipple. 'Naughtier than that?'

'Oh, yes!' she said in a matter-of-fact tone, 'much, much naughtier than that.' Whilst Lionel kissed her face and neck, with growing curiosity she fumbled with the top of his fly zip to ease it down as far as she could. With mounting frustration, she slipped her hand down the waistband of his shorts. His cock was fully erect.

She sighed with satisfaction as her palm slid over the warm shaft. With no shame at all, she grasped the stiff length in her palm, catching her breath, marveling at its size and thickness, caressing it up and down. It was so long since Sheila had touched a cock; she had almost forgotten the joy of handling one. The sense of power a woman has over it.

'That's fairly naughty,' she said. 'And a wonderful feeling. I love your cock.'

Lionel realised that Sheila was seriously wanting sex! Here she was fondling his stiff cock. He only hoped it would do him proud. There was no need for cautious foreplay any more.

Whilst her hand gently caressed the cock, Lionel wrapped his arms round her bare shoulders, kissed her neck and took hold of the bra' fastening. Sheila pressed her shoulders back to allow him full access to the hooks. As the hooks were unfastened, she decided to be brazen and display her full charms to him. With a shrug, the straps fell away from her shoulders, allowing her full breasts to fall forward. The heavy nipples, and large expanse of dark areola held Lionel's gaze. Magnificent!

'There you are. Is that what you wanted to see?' she smiled. 'Is that naughty enough?'

Still in good shape, the large breasts settled on her rib cage, bulging nipples pointing outwards from the large swollen areolas. A tracery of blue veins lightly covered the expanse of creamy flesh. Truly glorious!

'Wonderful,' he muttered. 'Very naughty indeed.'

'You approve? Will God mind?'

Lionel certainly did approve. 'I'm sure the Almighty will be delighted at the interest I'm taking in the perfect body he created. Surely he intended man to enjoy woman. '

Presented with the sight of a new pair of breasts, superbly surmounted by large swollen areola, edged with a ring of tiny pimples, with the main nipple, dark and bloated in the centre, he was delighted. He didn't speak. He weighed the substantial left breast in the palm of his hand, rolling the pad of this thumb across the thickening nub, before lowering his face, taking the inviting nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue over the contours. This was heavenly.

Sheila entered a state of rapture as his lips began to suckle her hard nipple. All the wrinkles smoothed out as it swelled in his warm mouth. Her loins were now on fire with lust. Although she wanted cock, her full attention was concentrated on the touch of lips on nipple. Sheila was determined to enjoy every sensation to the limit. It was years since her yearning had been so strong - even when she masturbated for personal enjoyment. It was not her dildo she craved for now. It was warm stiff male flesh.

'You could get even naughtier,' she murmured thickly. 'God won't mind. After all, He made me this way.'

Lionel decided that the time had come to explore the centre of Sheila's universe. The promise of fondling her vulva filled him with excited anticipation. He unbuttoned the rest of her dress as he nibbled her ears, slipping his hand down the waistband of her knickers. Sliding over the smooth belly, his fingers snaked their way through the mass of coarse hair until they felt the glow of heat from her most private part - her vagina.

He couldn't wait. Cupping her vulva in his hand, the warm fleshy contents filled his palm. Damp and squashy. His probing fingers found their target. Sheila's excitement was conspicuous. She shuddered. Honey was oozing from her heavenly passage. There is nothing quite like that first encounter with a strange lady's genitals, wet and yearning. A new valley to explore and enjoy. To rejoice in.

Lionel explored her pouting inner labia with care, sensing the quiver in her loins at the touch. Fingers grappled with the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully exploring every crevice and crease with delicate fingers. They were almost like a spaniel's jowls, wet, long and hot. He was in a seventh heaven as his index finger parted the folds to delve into the delicious opening of her vagina, copiously oozing with honey.

Sheila was delighting in her body's response. Her whole being was rippling with glorious anticipation. She was in a state of sheer bliss. Massaging his hard penis in her hand, feeling her vagina being explored by fluttering fingers, she sighed, writhing with a glory she had not felt in years. She wanted to feel stiff cock enter her again, to slide deep into her most intimate shrine. The wine had relaxed her - she had no qualms about Lionel playing with her essential part.

Her only thought as his fingers dabbled in the juices, was that she wished she had remembered to trim her pubic hair. It was several months since it was cut and it now grew thick over her belly and her vulva, especially on the outer ridges. As the years had passed, her hair remained a deep copper colour. She was also conscious of her long labia. Still, she thought, it was how God had made her.

Reaching her other hand down to her groin Sheila pushed her knickers over her thighs, letting her fingers flirt with her clitoris, whilst Lionel pushed his thumb inside her. Eyes closed, Sheila sighed softly as waves of pleasure washed over her.

'On the recliner' she muttered thickly. 'Let me lie on the recliner.'

As she moved to the sun bed, Sheila shrugged the summer dress from her shoulders. She was now entirely naked. Although no longer in the flush of youth, she had kept her figure fairly trim. Her breasts were large and resplendent. The evening sunshine reflected from her skin, giving her curves a golden glow. Her hips and thighs had thickened a little with the years, with a belly free from wrinkles.

Lionel studied her body as she settled onto her back. A belly firm and smooth. A thick thatch of deep auburn hair reaching from her navel to between her thighs. As her legs parted, the plump lips of her vulva were revealed with the low-hanging, thick inner labia, mahogany coloured, the thick pale clitoris peering out between the parted upper folds beneath a tuft of burnished copper threads.

He watched as her hand reached down to her groin, feeling for her sensitive folds, fingers exploring their contours, parting the entrance to her dilated vagina, pink and inviting, stroking and caressing her hot genitals. All the while her moans and soft sighs filled the air, head rolling from side to side, with closed eyes. It was ages since she had so enjoyed handling her own sex, given the added thrill of being watched by a man.

In the distant past she had often masturbated for her husband whilst he looked on, stroking his cock for her. To see her masturbate stimulated him to a peak of excitement. As the orgasm hit him, he would thrust into her vagina, the blast flooding her with his thick sperm.

Lionel watched as Sheila, with growing frenzy, fondled her oozing lips, the pale clitoris fully exposed, her puckered vaginal opening clearly in view. A glorious sight. The female genitals had always fascinated him. Sheila's was considerable. Her plump outer lips well endowed with auburn curls, the inner labia, long and meaty, drooped over the delicious entrance to the vagina, now oozing with juices.

Whilst pondering on how many privileged cocks had penetrated that shrine, Lionel quietly removed his trousers and underwear. His penis was rock hard, standing proud of his rounded belly. It was many months since he had such an erection. Sheila was wrapped in her own mounting delirium, fingers pulling at the lips, stretching the labia wide apart to display her wanton hairy sex, whilst those of the other hand were frenziedly rubbing her clitoris.

'I'm coming,' she announced calmly and softly, eyes screwed tight. 'I'm coming! Oooh! How wonderful! Ahhh! Beautiful! Yes, yes! Keep coming!' she urged, 'keep coming!'

Her face was screwed up in agony, her buttocks slowly gyrating as the orgasm fought to be released. Her hand slowed. She brought the orgasm slowly and carefully to its climax. It was a fantastic sensation! Her body cried out for penetration by the male organ. It's fulfilling desire. But first the delectable experience of a long, powerful orgasm setting her body glowing with lust. There was plenty of time for penetration later. Though she was rather desperate for it.

'Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!' she pleaded softly, head rolling. But she managed to keep the climax bubbling on the crest, like a surf rider, holding the final crashing wave at bay as the spray washed over her whole body, wallowing in the delicious agony of it, body twisting and shaking.

But Lionel was in no hurry. He bent over her heaving thighs, pressing his tongue into her clitoral hood. When she felt his breath on her vulva, her mind blew with lust. Lionel lapped at her genitals with his hot tongue, licking away the juices with long laps from the very base to the clitoris. He chewed her labia. Her groaning gasps got louder. The waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out as her thighs jerked. This was it! Out of control!

'Oh, God!' It was unendurable! She knew she'd die! 'For God's sake, Lionel, fuck me. Fuck me! Please!'

Rarely had she been so desperate for a cock. She was crazy for a length of stiff cock. Any cock! Her loins bucked and heaved wildly making it impossible for him to lap at her soft folds any longer.

Stepping between her open thighs, Lionel placed his cock between the exposed folds of glistening flesh, edging it between the lips, slowly thrusting it deep into her vagina. The soft warm folds parted to welcome the full penetration, clutching at the shaft as it slid through them. After pausing at the limit of her vagina, he began plunging in and out, deep into her hot passage, to the very depths of her being to the calculated rhythm of her stifled cries.

With every stroke, breasts swinging violently, Sheila grunted her pleasure. He increased the rhythm. Cock driving into the vagina is the most sublime feeling she knew. As she concentrated on the driving shaft caressing the inner walls of her secret passage, one hand fingering her clitoris, the other steadying her breasts, tension started to rise again in her loins. Her breathing became irregular and heavy. The surges through her belly intensified. She was coming again. It was unbearable. Her fingers lashed at her button as the cock battered at her groin.

The spring snapped as Sheila spun into a fury. She cried out her release, loins juddering and bucking, still concentrating on the cock's rapid thrusting into her depths. When her spasms had finally subsided, Lionel slowed his rhythm before quietly withdrawing from her.

Standing astride Sheila, erection thrust before him, Lionel took up his glass of wine, observing the heaving breasts as she gasped for air. She was concentrating on the sheer fucking ecstasy she had endured. Keeping it in her memory as long as she could. Her hand cupped the triumphant vulva, squeezing the lips with sublime pleasure.

Then, when at last her eyes fluttered opened, she looked on the cock facing her. The idol that had invaded her inner secret - driven her to the very boundaries of lust and self-fulfillment. Sheila gazed on the stiff shaft with is slight downward curve, now smeared with her juices. Erect cocks fascinated her. Her whole body went into a turmoil at the sight of cock. This was a handsome specimen - pale and hard.

The large plum-shaped head with its small crack from which the seed of life would erupt. Her fingers traced the line of the thick channel just below the skin, down which the urgent sperm would gush, edged with the fine blue tracery of veins until they stroked the wrinkled sack - the powerhouse of his body.

After studying it seriously and carefully, she curled her fingers gently around the thick cock, moving the foreskin back and forth over the deep red head. Unable to resist the temptation, Sheila gripped the shaft hard and placed it between the breasts, giving it a succession of quick jerks with the pads of her boobs, with the foreskin drawn well back. Then, lowering her face, with her eager lips apart, she took he shaft in to her warm mouth to be suckled and nibbled with exceptional devotion whilst wrapping her tits round the shaft. This idol was the pinnacle of her worship.

She adored the cock that had ravished her willing vagina. It was thick and hard in her grasp. She kissed and licked the large pronounced purple head, working the shaft up and down between the mountains of flesh, as she cherished and relished her hero. Her other hand cupped the testicles, gently squeezing them with adoration.

The cock was now gently fucking her boobs, sliding in and out of the warm flesh. Sheila felt Lionel's fingers clawing her distended labia, playing with the clitoris, searching each fleshy cranny, pulling gently at each fold. With turmoil still in her loins, Sheila suckled fast on the cock, feeling it twitch and jerk in her mouth. Lionel's loins stiffened. His buttocks tensed. She masturbated him harder with her boobs, squeezing the penis down to its very base. With growing anticipation she felt the stirring deep within him. It was time to stop. She smiled up at Lionel.

'Not yet!' she whispered. 'I had no idea what a sexy person you are. You look so - well, urbane and gentle.'

'With you, Sheila, I could make love all day.'

'Patronising bugger! Anyway, matrons enjoy a good fuck, as well, you know.'

'So it seems.'

'Come,' she said, drawing his hard shaft into her mouth.

Lionel threw his head back and wallowed in the sheer bliss of having his cock sucked and massaged between those wonderful breasts. Heaven! Thank the Lord for building Sheila in this way.

Sheila felt the power within her to control this manhood - demand its essences. Once again, his buttocks began to clench. The internal coiled spring tightened within him. Lionel's lunges into her mouth got stronger and more urgent. This time she'd let him go! His only thought was to ejaculate into her mouth.

A loud moan escaped him as his penis finally erupted. The first spurt hit the back of her throat. Withdrawing the shaft quickly from her mouth, Sheila watched as the next spurt splashed across her cheek. She held the shaft between her tits as another splashed her nose, and a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh. The sperm spouted over her nose, cheeks and lips, splashing in her hair and over her ears to an accompaniment of contented grunts. It was delicious! Wonderful! The finest gift of nature to a woman. Such an offering.

The final spasms dribbled over her open lips. She licked them with deep affection, as Lionel moved again between her open thighs, plunging his still stiff cock deep into her wet mysterious passage. The exhilaration as he drove into her time after time, grunting and heaving, was marvelous. Sheila cried out with delight and frenzy.

'Give it to me, darling. All of it. Split me open. Go on!'

And Lionel shafted her deep and strong, with a firm regular stroke, from base to tip. He was enjoying this to the limit. To be fucking Sheila after all these months of looking at her and wanting her - to feel her breasts, her genitals. To slide his cock deep into her. Sheer heaven. He lost count of the time. His piston-like cock drove in and out.

Sheila was still well lubricated. Watching his shaft slide between those long flaps, watching as they clung to it as the shaft withdrew, it came as a complete surprise to him that he felt another orgasm approaching - a tightening in his testicles. Gathering pace, Lionel thrust harder and deeper, with greater urgency.

Seeing Sheila's eyes screw up with the agony of her ecstasy, her head rolling from side to side, spurred him on. She was coming again! With a final lunge, a cry of elation, his cock erupted once again. After the first gush, he withdrew from her, allowing the sperm to splatter into her pubic hair, like dewdrops.

'Wonderful, darling!' Sheila cried. 'So soon after the first. Wonderful.'

It took several minutes a silent joy between them, resting and sipping the dregs of their wine before Sheila sat up.

'Let's take a shower together. Then perhaps some food, then certainly another session of sex.'

And that is what they did, soaping and drying each other in Sheila's shower room and bedroom. Lionel pulled on his trousers and shirt whilst, after slipping into a silk negligee, Sheila prepared a light meal of smoked salmon and salad. Lionel mixed the dry Martinis. Over the meal they toyed with each other before moving into the bedroom for another two hours of unalloyed sex. Sheila's breasts had never known such loving attention, nor her vulva been the subject of such devoted descriptions from Lionel.

Before leaving, Lionel had arranged that he would make a pastoral call on Sheila each Tuesday morning whilst his wife was entertaining Sarah with morning coffee in the vicarage conservatory, caring nothing about her husband's visits to his parishioners.

Sheila eventually climbed between her sheets feeling rather sore between the legs, but deliciously happy. A long casual play with herself helped her to drift into a peaceful slumber.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 14



I haven't told you about Samantha yet, have I? It all happened before my London weekend with Susanna, our vicar's wife, and pillar of the community, though we were now regular lovers. Well, you know all about that of course. Samantha was the wife of our dishy doctor. She was an enigma at first. I couldn't be sure whether or not she was bi, though there were distinct signs. Sue and I talked about it, though she was unsure as well. So we thought an invitation to Samantha to visit the ancestral home for coffee might be the best way of discovering Sam's nature.

So, when Samantha first came to the house for coffee, although I was hoping for some chat of an intimate nature, perhaps leading to an exploratory mutual embrace, I didn't really expect anything more than the usual exchange of gossip. Her husband's medical practice had been responsible for our family's health for many years. Her husband's father was the previous doctor, and James had now taken over on his father's retirement - but we only really saw each other socially, except at church, now and then.

It was on one such day, during coffee in the Parish Hall after the service, that I saw Samantha standing alone, looking rather forlorn, so I went across to talk to her. It was the usual chit chat - how do you like it here? - has your husband settled in? - smiles and social gossip. Nothing too deep.

As she spoke, I looked closely at her as we chatted. Yes! Samantha is an attractive woman, I thought, though not what you'd call beautiful. About 5'9" with square shoulders. Dark hair, shoulder length with a fringe. A pleasant oval face with high cheek bones and a straight nose. Dark, almost sultry eyes making her look a bit serious, but they light up and transform her face when she smiles. She has a generous mouth with full lips and perfect teeth. Her figure is well filled out, but she's not what you'd call fat - pleasantly plump.

She was wearing a high neck sweater with a smart two piece with a fashionable hat. Well, it was rather chilly. So there is no way I could judge what was hiding beneath those clothes. I couldn't even speculate! I've become insatiably curious about women's bodies in recent years! It must be something to do with my age.

During the week following, I was due to have coffee and a love session with Susanna at the vicarage. But when I got there, I found Samantha was already having coffee and biscuits with my friend. I discovered that she'd called in, as she was passing, to drop off some medication for Peter. (A touch of cystitis Susanna later told me.) I hoped she wouldn't stay too long! I noticed Samantha give Sue and me a rather inquisitive look from time to time, before she eventually stood up to put her top coat on and leave us to ourselves. I wondered if she had tumbled to the special closeness of the two of us.

There was certainly something of an 'atmosphere' of expectation in the room, which I think Sam sensed. Anyway, she excused herself and left rather abruptly. I didn't say anything to Sue just then, having more important things to occupy my mind - and hands. For the next forty minutes or so, Sue and I enjoyed one of our wonderful sessions of mutual exploration. 

The following Sunday, having coffee after church, whilst George did his Lord-of-the-Manor act, I singled out Samantha and James again for a social chat. Sam still had that quizzical expression in her eyes, with a hint of amusement in them, as she looked at me. It was as though she was saying 'I know something about you'. Whilst she continued to look at me keenly, I decided this was the time to send her an invitation, by smiling knowingly into her eyes, showing that my interest in her was not entirely a social one. She turned her face away, coloring slightly - or was that just wishful thinking on my part?

'May I consult you privately Doctor?' I asked before leaving them. 'I'm having some trouble with a mild ear infection and wondered whether, perhaps, I could...'

'I'll come up after lunch if that's convenient.'

'Oh! I don't mean to spoil your Sunday afternoon, please...'

'That's no trouble, ma'am. It'll only take a few minutes and I'll bring the appropriate medication, if it's a straight forward viral infection.'

Well, James did as he promised, and gave me some drops for my troublesome ear. Before leaving, I said I thought his wife seemed rather alone the other day, asking if she was settling in her new home. I wondered if she had made friends, and suggested that Samantha may wish to join me for coffee one morning, for a chat to get to know one another better. A bit of local gossip.

'I'll tell her,' was his response. 'You're right. She doesn't have many friends round here I'm afraid, and it would do her the world of good to get out for an hour or two. That's my professional opinion anyway. Besides, I'd love her to come to see you socially,' he laughed.

So that was that. Samantha phoned the following morning to thank me for the invitation, and we found that Friday would be convenient to both of us. George would be at one of his regular business lunches and we wouldn't be disturbed. 

The day arrived. I was a bit on edge, wondering if I was misconstruing the whole thing. I do tend to get ahead of myself at times by fantasizing. I heard Sam's car draw up on the gravel in the rear courtyard. Anticipating her at the door, I threw it open to welcome her. I think I may have seemed too hasty. She hesitated, looking rather apprehensive as she smiled at me.

'Hello Samantha. Welcome! Do come in and have a cup of hot coffee. It's a bit chilly this morning.'

Well, Sam seemed a little nervous. She was reluctant to look at my eyes. It was the first time she'd been to the house. I don't know why it had taken so long for her first visit, but she was a shy retiring lady, I thought. So it was my job to make her feel relaxed. Susanna had said she didn't think Sam was interested in other women - but I had some hopes that she may be. There was something in the exchange of looks between us the previous Sunday. She wasn't beautiful, but certainly attractive and very feminine - and, yes, those looks she'd given me... My imagination was beginning to work overtime. I took her coat and suggested she sat on the settee.

'Thanks Sarah - oh... do you mind me calling you Sarah?'

'Why should I? It's my name. Forget the formalities, please Samantha. Or is it Sam?'

'Sam please.'

'We're just two friends having a chat. We should have got together ages ago, you know. You must have been here over two years now. How are you anyway?'

'Oh - fine thanks. How's the ear infection?' Sam sat on the settee whilst I poured her a coffee.

'Ah, pretty well gone thanks. James usually puts me to rights when I'm off color. Biscuit?'

We chatted about people in the village, she asking about the ladies circle - you know, the usual sort of housewife chat. I was wondering how I could turn the subject round to a little more about herself. She was wearing an open-neck blouse, plain dark blue, allowing the shape of her ample breasts to be clearly seen, held up by her lace bra. Very promising, I thought, as we chatted. I just couldn't steer the conversation the way I had wanted, but eventually, the chance came from Sam as it happens. She was nicely relaxed by this time. She'd settled down as was able to hold up her head.

'Don't you get rather lonely when George is away?'

'Yes and no. I have rather a lot of appointments - committees, boards of governors, ladies circles and goodness knows what else. But very few personal friends. And the evenings can be empty at times.'

'You must be busy...'

'I also write a bit in my spare time.'

'Write? Er... should I have read your books?'

'I doubt it. I write under a pen name. I also have an internet friend I chat with most days. Adele, they call her. We have ... er ... rather intimate chats, I can tell you! Girlie stuff... She's lovely...'

Sam colored up a little, dropping her eyes. I wondered if I'd gone too far. But I went on regardless.

'Well, when my husband's away, as you say, it gets a bit lonely, so I spice my life up a bit with sexy chats. Adele is very much like me. Susanna enjoys the suggestive banter as well.'

Sam was looking slightly uncomfortable. I laughed lightly.

'Oh dear Sam! I thought you knew.'

'Well... er...'

'Just because we have to maintain our poise, appear sophisticated and very respectable in public, doesn't mean we don't have naughty thoughts. Behind this facade of ours, we are just women, with a woman's thoughts and desires.'

'Yes, I know, Sarah. Sorry! It's just that...'

She paused. I took up what I knew she was going to say. 'It's just that being in my position, you expect sex to be beneath me, I expect. To say nothing of the vicar's wife! Heaven's above! I have been married three times, you know, so I know what life's all about, and sex has played a very large part in it, I can tell you. I expect, being a doctors' wife, you know all about it as well.'

Sam laughed rather loudly. There was a tinge of relief in it. 'Living in a nurses home during training, teaches you all about every aspect of that sort of behavior, I can tell you. You learn a lot about things other than nursing!'

This was more promising. Time to bring in Janine, I decided, nice and casual.

'Well, when I was at boarding school, there were five of us in a dorm. One of the girls was called Janine - but we all called her slippy-knickers, for obvious reasons. More coffee?'

I refilled the coffee cups. Sam looked thoughtful.

'What obvious reasons?'

Was she leading me on I wondered? Surely she knew what I was referring to. Maybe she was wanting me to tell the details.

'Well, Sam! This Janine was always feeling a bit randy and she loved groping inside the knickers of the others girls to feel what they'd got hidden in there - and vice versa. She leaked rather a lot, I seem to remember. Slippy knickers!'

'Did she grope inside yours?' There was a slight hoarseness in the voice.

'Well... of course! We girls were always exploring each other's bodies under the sheets - and not always under them! That was girl's boarding school life! The smallest of the girls was called Rose, I remember. She was really tiny even though she was our age! But what she could do with her fingers, tongue and lips, Sam, was something again. Janine got this girl to crouch between her thighs nearly every night! Rose loved doing it.'

Sam cheek bones had colored rather more, whilst she licked her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. She sipped her coffee, a lustful gleam in her eyes she couldn't hide. Well, that's how I thought of it!

'Our nurses home was similar at times' she said in a hoarse confidential tone, though there was no one else within earshot! 'Not all of them, of course, but quite a number got their sexual relief from another of the nurses.'

'Did that include you?' I asked her ingenuously. Or was that a bit too pointed I wondered?

Her coloring heightened whilst she paused, gazing into her lap. 'Well... there was one girl I really fancied. Peggy they called her. She was a year or so older than me. We had a short affair. She was raven-haired... and very hairy I remember... you know... on her belly. Then I met James and decided that ... well... that sort of thing was out of order! Just a passing fancy. So I gave myself entirely over to him. Peggy was understanding.'Sam laughed. 'She soon found another friend, though.'

'Have you not been with another woman since then?'

'No! It never crossed my mind actually. That is... well... until I watched you and Susanna the other Sunday. And again when I dropped in with Peter's medication. There seemed some sort of unspoken private connection between you. You reminded me of Peggy and myself all those years ago. The exchanged looks. It crossed my mind...' She broke off, believing she might have said more than she should. 'Sorry... I shouldn't pry.'

I laughed in order to give me time to think carefully what I should say next.

'Tell me, Sam, if you'll forgive the direct question - when was the last time James really make you feel a proper woman. You've been married... how long... over ten years?'

'Twelve, actually.' She paused. 'He's very busy, you know.'

'So is George,' I said quietly.

We looked at each other for a while, almost sparring with our eyes.

'More coffee?' She shook her head. 'May I kiss you?' 

She looked at me for a few seconds, a look of indecision on her face, then nodded briefly. We both got to our feet - I'm not sure why, but it seemed more formal to kiss standing up I suppose. I put my arms round her waist. She closed her eyes as I pressed my lips softly to hers. She was not very responsive to begin with. She just let me put my lips against her mouth. But as I caressed her buttocks with the palms of both my hands, pulling her against me, I felt a little tell-tale tremble in her loins.

Her lips started to engage with mine rather more firmly. Her bottom was taught and slightly low-slung. My hands squeezed them gently as our kiss became more passionate. I tool her bottom lip between mine, chewing it very softly, then her top lip. Her lipstick tasted rather nice, I thought. I couldn't place the flavor, but who cared?

When we broke off for a breather, she was breathing rather hard. Our eyes met again for a few silent seconds. Questioning each other, as though seeking permission to kiss again. We did. The next kiss was more exploratory. Our lips were apart, tongue seeking tongue. There was more urgency - more eagerness there. Sam was getting worked up. I thought it was time to caress her breasts - just a gesture of sexual interest, to see how she reacted. My free hand slid down the top of her blouse, fingers curling under the lace of her bra to touch her nipple. Mmm! Nice and stiff. She was quite turned on. She didn't try to stop me fondling it.

Encouraged by this I cupped my palm under the breast itself, gently squeezing. Her kissing became more ardent, as she held my head to her face, pushing her body against mine to increase the pressure of my exploring hand on her soft breast. Her breathing got heavier. 

Then I decided to test the situation further, by lifting the hem of her skirt with my other hand before slipping it down the waist band, finding its way into the top of her knickers. With lips glued together, the fingers trailed over the bare skin of her bottom, sliding round onto her thigh, round to the fore until they found the hair of her groin. I slipped them between the thighs until they touched the warm fleshy vulva, before cupping it in the palm of the hand. Sam didn't object at any time. But she had really flooded her knickers! Hot and sticky. Slippy knickers indeed! So were mine by this time. Meantime, she was content just to have her hands round my neck, pulling our faces together, letting me do all the exploring.

She felt very interesting. I wanted time to contemplate her secret gash properly. Then, suddenly, she pulled away, dragging my hand from her clothing, snatching up her handbag. Her head was turned away from me as she scrabbled around in her bag for a handkerchief.

Through blowing her nose, she muttered. 'Sorry! Sorry Sarah! I'm very very sorry! It's just that... I feel that I'm cheating on James. I've never before...' She turned to face me with a forced smile, stuffing the hanky back in her bag.

'Darling! Don't get upset. Don't worry. It was all a bit sudden for you. I should have been rather more gentle. Taken it more slowly... but I thought... the signals...' I cursed myself. I should have played with her breasts rather longer before trying for her vulva, but I was hungry for her pussy. Selfish me!

'No no no no! It wasn't your fault. I encouraged you - led you on - er...'

'Why not freshen up in the loo. It's just through the door there. You'll find a fresh towel in there, and...'

But she didn't wait for me to finish the sentence before heading for the door and the safety and privacy of the toilet! Poor Sam. She had clearly wanted to engage with her sexuality, but felt embarrassed at the last minute. I should have known that she needed more delicate encouragement after twelve years of marriage.

Well - that was it then - at least for the time being. I sniffed the stains on my fingers to savor her vaginal fragrance. Hmmm! Fairly strong flavor! I tasted them. A little salty? It was obvious to me that she was desperate for some sexual attention. She wasn't getting it at home, that was clear. Not enough, anyway. I cleared away the coffee things into the kitchen whilst Sam sorted herself out in the loo. I was worked up enough myself by this time. Slippy knickers in spades! When Sam eventually emerged, we didn't mention what had occurred. She apologized for having to leave so soon. I helped her into her coat with the usual casual chat.

'Do give my best wishes to your husband - and say thank you for him sorting me out.'

'Yes ... of course I will Sarah. Thanks very much for the coffee.'

'You must come up again - when you have a little more time. You're always welcome, Sam. Just for a chat. And I'm so glad we were able to spend some little time together.'

'Me too! Bye now and thanks.' She spoke abruptly, avoided my eyes.

I watched her cross the drive and get into her car, driving off without looking back. She was clearly upset. I felt so sorry for her. Realizing how wound up I was myself, I went indoors, sat on the settee and masturbated furiously with one hand the other held to my nose, reminding me of her!

Later that day - at a quarter to three it was - I had a phone call. It was Sam, full of apologies. She really does want to see me again, she said. Honest! It was just that her brain was all in a whirl, believing she was being unfaithful to James. But now, Realizing there can be no adultery involved, with sex between two girls, she'd very much like to see me again. I told her that, for my part, I would never, under any circumstances, be unfaithful to George with another man. And that I hoped she never would with James, no matter what he did himself. But another woman was different. For both of us. It would have to be in her own time, of course, when she felt ready for the next step.

She'll come again, I'm sure. And next time - I think I'll get to explore that fascinating body!

Well, the next time came. Samantha was more relaxed than the previous week. We kissed affectionately on the cheek when she arrived. I took her coat, hanging it in the vestibule, before settling on the settee for the coffee. I started the gossipy chat by telling her about Jane, a lady wanting to explore her sexuality by instant messenger, and Michele, a lady in South Wales, a lesbian, who enjoyed internet sex.

'I was reading her latest before you came. It seems, at thirty-nine, that she's never been made love to by a man. Only women.'

Samantha laughed. 'Well, she's missed a lot in life, don't you think.'

'I do. She's very attractive, though, so I suppose she must have been propositioned. I was telling her that I would be seeing you this morning. She said she would like you to see her photograph. Interested?' Sam nodded with a gleam in her eye. 'Come on then.'

I took Sam into my little private office where the computer screen stood in the corner, glowing. Sitting at the keyboard, I brought up my picture files, clicking onto the folder where I'd saved her photos. Sam was standing beside me on my left. As I brought up Michele's image, dressed only in black calf-length leather boots over black stockings held up with a black suspender belt. Her vulva was shaved and there for all to see in every detail. I curled my left arm round Sam's hips and looked up at her. There was a hungry gleam in her eyes as she stared at the screen.

'There Sam. Do you fancy her?'

'She's lovely,' was the hoarse response. Casually rubbing my hand up and down the tops of her thighs, I flicked through the other photographs of her, showing close-ups of her feminine parts. As I did, I allowed my hand to slip under the hem of Sam's skirt to stroke the cheeks of her bottom very lightly over the soft silk of her knickers. I felt the heat from her as my fingers sneaked under the gusset of her panties. That was enough, I thought. Just to break the ice and test the water! I closed the folder before taking Sam back into the lounge for the coffee.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 14



'We have internet sex on a chat line.'

Sam laughed. 'You seem to have a most interesting sex life.'

'We-e-ell!' I let it trail off into a short silence. 'I'm glad you were able to come again, though, Sam. And if I embarrassed you in any way last Friday, believe me, I'm so sorry.' I smiled.

'Don't be sorry, please. It was all my fault. I had fully intended in joining in some interesting exploits with you, but got cold feet at the last minute. It's I who should be sorry.'

'But you're not new to girl on girl, Sam. Didn't you tell me about another student nurse...'

'Oh that was years and years ago. Peggy - yes!' Sam paused for a second or two. 'She had the most hairy genitals imaginable, with thickly growing black curls completely surrounding the outer labia and covering the perineum and her anus.'

She was obviously fascinated by her friends hairiness. Now, I have to say, I'm a real sucker for hairy women myself, and what Sam was telling me was turning me on rather. I was desperate to see Sam's forest of Eve. Somehow, I thought, my luck would be in today. At least, she was talking about it... getting herself in the mood, as it were. But I wasn't going to rush it this time.

'But that was until James came along, you said. Had you been having close relations with Peggy often?'

'Oh, yes! Fairly regularly. She had the most sensitive tongue... gosh when I think about it... Sarah, I shouldn't be telling you this.'

'Nonsense darling. I enjoy listening to other ladies' exploits. Were there no men around you?'

'Not round me, no. But Peggy told me that there was one friend of hers - Roy - who fancied her. Actually, he was more interested in experimenting so that they could both discover what the opposite sex has to offer. There was no emotional involvement. Just to satisfy his curiosity. A kind of I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours sort of arrangement.'

We laughed together.

'And did she?'

'Good heavens, no! At least, she says she didn't. She had a cousin, Rosamund, a tomboy of around the same age. It was they who experimented together during the holidays, when Ros came to stay. Well, they slept in the same bed, so... as girls do!'

I was getting rather roused by all this talk of sex.

'Help yourself to biscuits, Sam.' My mouth had gone dry with the mental picture of Peggy's hairy pussy being licked out by Sam.

'I'd rather help myself to your lips.'

I looked across at Sam in some surprise. She had a serious look. An appealing look almost. This was sudden. No messing about this week. Perhaps the photos of Michele had whetted her appetite.

I thought I'd challenge her. I laughed. 'Which ones?'

After a pause and a smile, during which she looked quizzically into my eyes, she said, 'All of them!'

Well, I searched her eyes to see if there was any misgivings in them. But they were open and appealing. So, I put my left arm round her shoulder as I leaned across her, putting my lips to hers. It was a long, soft, exploratory kiss. We were intent on tasting each other to the full, chewing each others lips. Exploring.

Getting response from her kiss, I slid my other hand into the top of her open blouse to feel for her left breast. It dipped into the bra cup, finding a luscious, soft, heavy breast, nipple already stiffening with arousal. I caressed it, squeezing the pliant flesh, carefully feeling the contours.

That did it! We broke our kiss for a moment to allow Sam to unfasten the buttons of my blouse. I had chosen not to wear a bra. I don't really need to, since my breasts are firm and not too big. As we resumed our kissing, rather more passionately than before, investigating our whole faces, ears and neck with kisses, her left hand was resting on my right breast, feeling the shape, with squeezing fingers testing the stiffness of my own erect nipples.

We were like two teenagers in the cinema, having a mutual groping session, until I became impatient to see her naked body. So, still kissing her ravenously, I removed the blouse from her shoulders. Taking her hand from my breast, Sam shrugged off the blouse before reaching behind to undo the bra fastening. I dragged the straps from her shoulders to reveal her full glory. Full, soft and beautiful! I leaned away from her to admire them. Around a 40D, they hung over her rib-cage, the large heavily pigmented, very swollen areola perched on the crown, topped with large dark nipples.

With my open blouse flapping from the shoulders, we embraced so that our breasts were squashed against each others, nipples slowly rubbing together. It was a great expression of love. We held each other close for quite some time, reveling in the sheer glory of our bodies, each hungry for the other.

I am fascinated by the ring of little lumps - the Montgomery glands - they're like miniature nipples clustered round the perimeter of the nipple itself, giving my lips a lot to suckle and kiss. I balanced the soft, squidgy breasts in the palms of my hands to lift them gently in a weighing motion, before lowering my head to get my lips round the nipples. They were superb to handle. Weighty and smooth-skinned. Not a blemish could be seen. I looked up at Sam, smiling happily. With half-closed gleaming eyes, her face was suffused with a blissful expression, her mouth slightly open, breathing in short gasps.

Whilst I was worshiping her, kissing her face, her nose, her lips, her neck, I strayed over her shoulder and down the side of her breast. To my joyful amazement I saw that Sam had natural armpits. A lovely tuft of hair - wow! - I was thrilled at the sight. My face immediately snuggled into the warm hollow, inhaling the musky scent, mixed with the lavender of her ant-perspirant. This was a superb bonus. So few women leave their natural growth under their shoulders. I was hardly aware of Sam's own actions with my nipples, being absorbed by the unexpected find in her armpits. Licking and kissing her inner arm was so thrilling, I was leaking profusely.

Sam had removed my blouse to caress my own breasts, though they are far cry from her own plenteous ones, I must say. Even so, my nipples are sensitive, responding to Sam's touches, sending ripples of delight into the pit of my loins. I was warm and runny inside, as the saying goes! Impatient to get between her thighs, though. Returning to kiss hard on her nipples, I took one hand from those delicious breasts to battle with the side fastening of her skirt. 

By pressing her body back into the corner of the settee, I was able to ease her skirt over those plump hips. She raised her bottom off the settee to allow me to slide the garment down her thighs and legs as far as to the ankles. With a shuffle of her feet, the skirt was discarded altogether. I could now trace a path over her belly with the tip of my tongue. As it reached the waistband of her knickers, I eased them over her hips to reveal the bush covering her mound. They peeled over her legs with Sam's help, exposing the sheer beauty of her genitals.

I gazed in wonder at it. A woman's wide-open vulva, for me has to be the eighth wonder of the world. A brilliant piece of design by nature. Unique! Unbeatable splendor! And here, at last, I had gained my ambition of gazing on Sam's most wonderful private part! It was everything I expected and could have wished for. She has the most stunning vulva. I was spellbound by its sheer grandeur.

After gently exploring it with the palm of my hand, delighted by the free flow of juices from her vagina, I pushed open the outer lips to examine the inner flesh in detail - the vestibule and labia. Extravagant in its contours, within the plump, hairy outer labia, its collection of fleshy flaps and ridges, particularly those lobes surrounding the ultimate passage of enchantment to her inner sanctuary of mystery, were lavishly smeared with her secret dressing. Moving my tongue to the apex of the hairy frame, the tip found her clitoris beneath its long hood, resulting in a jerk and a grunt from Sam, her loins lurching. She was lost in her own heaven.

I took a deep breath, drawing in the sweet aroma of her secret self. Every woman has her own private smell. This was Sam's. delicious Without detaching my lips from her vulva for a second, I eased myself onto the carpet, kneeling between her thighs. My lips and tongue made a ravenous meal of her vulva - well, a banquet really - giving it no respite. By this time, she was oozing cream freely, seeping from the vagina with that unique taste of Sam.

My searching tongue took in the whole of her vestibule and clitoris, working its magic on her, occasionally dipping into the eager vagina. I had a wonderful time worshiping her body, before Sam started to climax. I could feel her spasms building up in the very center of her belly. It started with a trembling - a slight jerking deep inside - gradually getting more intense, until her thighs started to shake out of control. Sam was moaning loudly and panting heavily. Glancing up at her face, I could see it was screwed up in agony, lashing from side to side.

Her groans and gasps were getting louder, acting like a vibrator against my mouth, as I plunged my tongue around her clit, fingering her bum-rose. I was loving it! When her belly suddenly lurched against my face, she was shouting obscenities - fuck fuck fuck - and I pressed my little finger deep into her bum. My God! She yelped and blew!! Her violence threw me from her as she twisted and turned wildly, in a violent convulsive orgasm!

It was so erotic just watching her body in the clutches of her climax, that my own spasms suddenly erupted catapulting me into that seventh heaven of delight! My whole body radiating with its climax of delight. Samantha's spasms lasted for a good ten seconds before she began to deflate! Wow! At last! I'd done it! My dreams came true. I had licked Sam's fantastic vulva - I had brought her to a delicious orgasm. I was so very thrilled and pleased with myself. In fact, I was purring, my mouth smeared with her ambrosia.

I sat myself beside her, smiling at the dreamy look in her half-closed eyes, gently stroking her breasts, the other hand cupping her warm sticky vulva. I kissed her lips softly.

'Thank you darling' I whispered. 'You're so lovely!'

'Gosh, Sarah. That was the best orgasm I can ever remember having. You really turned me on something rotten. I just wanted it to go on and on.'

'I blew my top just watching you.'

'I think you know every hair of my vulva by now,' she giggled.

'You have the most amazing, attractive pussy, Sam.'

She smiled. 'I want to make love to you darling. Now!'

'No need, ' I told her. 'My dream has come true. Having your body.'

'Well, now it's my turn. Do you think you're the only one to dream about making love to a lady?' Sam smiled as she leaned over to fasten her lips on my right nipple, her hand snaking its way down my body to unclasp the waist band of my skirt.

Lowering the zip, Sam pushed the garment over my hips as I raised them up from the settee. Whilst her fingers disappeared down my knickers, I shuffled off the skirt, kicking it away on the floor. Opening my legs, I felt the touch of her fingers on my clit. I bucked at the sensation. It was now Sam's turn to slide between my legs, dragging away the knickers as she did, tossing them aside. I felt the cool breath as her face approached my vulva. I looked down at her face below my honey-blonde curls, tongue searching for my most sensitive spot.

I have to say that she was not as experienced a lover as Sue, but I was so attracted by her that it didn't matter. Just to have her mouth servicing my vulva, however clumsily, was enough to fill me with absolute blissful joy. Time stood still as I was transported to cloud nine with her fingers and mouth playing havoc with my emotions. With closed eyes, I allowed myself to be completely absorbed by the ministrations of my lovely companion. I gave myself to her entirely. She was my goddess. I was her slave.

And Sam took advantage of my willing body, avidly exploring every inch of it. Her hands and lips dallied with my breasts, nipples, felt the inside of my thighs, mulled over the contours of my bottom and every little crevice of my vulva, slowly bringing it to a pitch of excitement and passion. Very slowly, the familiar feeling of rising tension tapped my loins. My agonizing gasps tore at my lungs. My thighs gripped Sam's head. My hands pressed it hard against my vulva as her mouth chewed my labia and clit. My juices were smeared all over her face. I was far from silent. My whimpering and moaning got more urgent until they came to a climax as the orgasm eventually crashed over me, wave after wave. My loins jerked as the spasms battered my belly and thighs. My whole body was jelly. My mind ablaze! Loud groans were in rhythm to my hand pressing her head against me with each vicious spasm. Until they finally subsided.

Sam finally kissed my pussy tenderly with puckered lips before relaxing beside me in my arms with a contended sigh.

'My turn to thank you, darling.' I whispered. Sam smiled. 'It's a long time since I was made love to - properly I mean - not just a quick poke. I mean, I adore cock Sarah, but it can't compete in the orgasm stakes, can it?'

'So you have to resort to your own fingers, have you'

'And the occasional courgette in the kitchen.'

'Or banana?'

'Or banana,' Sam agreed. 'Now that I've met you, though...'

'Next time we might try some fruit and veg.

'Can I come again?'

'As often as you like,' I laughed at her unintended pun.

We kissed each other, murmuring words of love and flattery. I fluttered my lips over her eyelids and nose. Her ears and neck. And, of course, those delectable armpits. I was in a seventh heaven! All the time our hands were again busily exploring each other's genitals, fingers reaching into crevices of silky flesh. This physical touching developed into more determined attempts at mutual arousal. Both of us were getting turned on again. Our kisses got more passionate. Our tongues lashed each other's inside cheeks. Fingers pressed and teased, until we both enjoyed that unmistakable agitation in our bellies.

Gasps and groans accompanied the bubbling up of spasms once again, our loins trembling and jerking, until we clasped each other tight in paroxysms of ecstacy as our orgasms mingled. What unspeakable delight!

Recovered and dressed, make-up and hair styles repaired, Sam and I both smiled together. Perhaps we felt slightly embarrassed at having had sex together. It was our first time, after all - though not our last, I hoped. For Sam, it was the reawakening of strong sexual desire. She had confessed that her sex with James had become irregular and unexciting. I was amazed that he could be so uninterested in her fabulous body. Always a highly sexed person, Sam had been brought up to suppress such thoughts. Her affair with Peggy had overcome that, and her marriage to James had been a very active time.

But no longer. She had even considered finding a lover to meet her sexual needs, but was too scared, she said. Even a one-might stand with a stranger would have thrilled her, had she had the courage to go dogging - or someone to go with her. She didn't ask me outright, but I got the impression that she might, sometime, want me to join her in dogging. I didn't comment on her thoughts. But we vowed to remain lovers. Perhaps I could now fill that void in her life which had troubled her for so long.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 15



 Chapter 15: The Town Clerk Joins The Group

I had a very interesting encounter with our Town Clerk - she's Sally and married the local choirmaster - to everyone's surprise, and the jealousy of several members of the ladies choir! They are both early forties with earlier marriages behind them. Anyway, yesterday was the Mayor's annual coffee bash after church - she's called Judith - and we all trotted across to the Town Hall for coffee and bickies.

What can I tell you about Sally? Well, she is about 5'6", fairly short curly blonde hair, with a thickset figure. (She should get to the gym I reckon!) Her legs are not what you'd call very attractive, being on the short side, though her thighs seem reasonably long. Her breasts are average to small I guess, but I don' really know. Neither is she what you'd call beautiful, though she has a pleasant enough face, full lips and large sparkling blue eyes set wide apart. Her nose is rather short and her cheeks on the chubby side. But she has a great sense of humor and a strong likeable personality. Well, I like her anyway. She's good fun. Or was!

I knew her better before this marriage. Our chats together were often of the frank, cheeky, saucy variety. She carried a large handbag, which had in it a large banana I remember on one occasion! She swore it was for her lunch, but I told her I though it had a hidden vibrator at one end for her private pleasure. There was also a smart small box in her handbag which she showed me furtively. I thought maybe she'd taken to snuff. But it had three condoms in it! Perhaps she was an optimist, but she would say 'You can't be too careful, girl! Be prepared!'

Sally once told me that she was a regular masturbator, usually in a nice hot bath. She got turned on watching her vaginal juices drift to the surface, like a trail of smoke, whilst playing with er clit. But that was before her marriage to Tony. Well, perhaps she still does pleasure herself. Like I do! Tony was an amateur organist. I would often pull her leg about his organ, which she claimed, was well tuned and his voluntaries always ended with all the stops out in a thundering climax. He played it every day for her - sometimes more than once! We had many silly laughs together. But with her marriage, our infrequent lunches together came to an end - then I too changed partner and moved.

Even so, we would often attend the same 'official' occasions such as this, but not otherwise on private social occasions. Our intimate paths took different directions - as they do!

During the noisy gathering, clattering cups and saucers, I noticed Sally gazing at Heather with a rather serious look on her face, as though in a trance or something. Well, she was looking at Heather's body rather. I thought, hello! I never knew Sally fancied other women - mind you there's no reason why I should, even if she did! Though I think she would have told me. And Heather was looking particularly attractive - her skirt hugged her bottom, showing off the superb curves to advantage. She has the most tantalizing bum! I am very familiar with it. I sidled over to Sally with my coffee cup in hand.

'Hello Sally.'

She 'woke up' and gave me a smile. 'Oh! Hello Sarah. How are you? Sorry - miles away!'

'I'm fine - admiring the view as well.'

After a short pause, Sally chuckled. 'Oh, you mean... yes, I was admiring the vicar's wife's figure. Jealous I guess. She looks very nice indeed.'

'Heather does have a delectable bottom,' I smiled. 'But I thought you were more interested in men's bums. Or something around that part of his anatomy. At least, that's what you always used to tell me.'

'Well, yes, but... there are times... well, you know! Tastes change with time, I expect. There's something about a soft curvaceous female bum... You have a very nice bottom as well, Sarah.'

I gave a short laugh. 'Oh, thank you.' As I spoke, her free hand softly stroked the contours of it. We were standing behind a table with our backs to a wall, so no-one would notice - except me of course! I looked at her, my mouth curled at the corners into a quizzical smile. She returned the look.

'Interested?' I asked. 'If you keep doing that I shall need to change my knickers!' it was Sally's turn to laugh. She has a contralto voice - in fact she's a nice singer - and her chuckles are full of deep sexy promise! But her hand kept casually stroking my behind!

'Mm - nice! We don't have many secrets from one another,' she said. 'Do we?' she added. That was news to me though! I never thought she was aware of my feminine interests. Well, I didn't have any at the time we were mates. 'And there's something about a vicar's wife - something mysterious - do they fuck, for instance? Do they enjoy sex - or is it a religious experience?'

I laughed. 'I'm sure they do. Just like you and me. Well, me at any rate. I don't know about you.'

'Mind your own business! I like to speculate about her, though.' She looked again at Heather. 'And I'm getting a bit horny thinking about it.'

'Me too with all that stroking.' There was a short silence whilst we looked at each other with questioning eyes. I laughed 'Are you not getting your share these days? Is that what it is?'

Then suddenly, 'Come into the Mayor's parlor,' she said. 'Let's have a sherry before lunch.'

'Gosh! Is it safe?' I asked with a laugh. 'Or should I be asking - am I safe?'

She didn't answer. I followed her casually, but with my heart in my mouth. This was turning into an interesting encounter. Who would have thought it - the Town Clerk of all people. Well, I suppose people would say the same of me, if they knew - to say nothing of the vicar's wife!

Inside the small lounge, Sally closed the door, turned to me and put her arms round my neck. Surprise, surprise! Without any warning, she kissed me on the mouth. Soft and lingering. Wow! Nice tasting lipstick. Her soft face had a heady scent - but I couldn't quite place it's name. Mmm, very pleasant. I thought - She's serious about this! So I put my hand behind her neck and returned the kiss before whispering in her ear. 'What's got into you, Sally?'

She just purred in my ear. 'Nothing yet, but I live in hopes.'

'Do you want to feel my bum? Is that it?'

'It's what's in between the crack of your bum that fascinates me. That box of personal jewels. Priceless!'

This was something I didn't expect. Certainly not from our refined town clerk. She was the very image of cool efficiency. Until you got to know her that is. I had never for a moment thought of Sally as having interest in other women. But then, I thought, she probably thought the same about me. Let's face it, only a few years ago, when we used to chat together, we were both cock happy - never a thought about pussies! So - what the hell -go for it!

'Well, then. What are you waiting for? Open the box if you want to see what in it.'

'Just plucking up courage,' she chuckled. Her hand slid into the waist band of my skirt. I still had my arms round her neck, holding in my tummy to make it easier for her. Her fingers went straight inside the top of my M&S knickers, to the object of her curiosity.

I jerked. Oh shit! That hit the spot! I gasped for air in her ear. I was already wet with our sexy chat. Her middle two fingers soon discovered that for themselves.

'Sarah,' she whispered, 'you have a very soft fleshy pussy there. And so sticky and warm. I've known you all these years and never imagined ... ' And her fingers dabbled in the juicy vulva whilst I fought for air! Gosh - I could feel an orgasm welling up already!

'My God, Sally - you have sensitive fingers. Go on - I think I'm have a quick orgasm - oh fuck! Don't stop! Yes, yes!' 

Sally played my clitoris for all it was worth, my thighs squirming. I felt my whole loins burning with lust. This is ridiculous, I thought. But lovely! I couldn't stop quivering. Then, believe it or not, I came! It suddenly erupted from the end of my toes to the pit of my belly. A violent tremble. A loud gasp! Shaking and moaning.

Wham! Shit! Phew! That was so good. 

Without waiting, I slid down onto my knees, her hand sliding from out of my knickers, lifting the hem of her skirt as I landed on my knees. Ducking my head beneath the skirt, I pushed my face against the crotch of her panties. Warm! Damp! Highly scented with woman juice. Did I say damp? She was soaking wet. Fascinating and sweet. Delicious! I wanted more. Much more! Knowing that time was not on our side, I dragged the knickers to one side and got my tongue on her clit straight away. It was hard and fat! She nearly jumped out of her skin. As she leaned back against the table, I fastened my lips round her clit, gripping it tight, using lips, tongue and fingers to bring her to her own shattering orgasm. Awesome! I was actually tongue fucking our elegant town clerk. 

She shook. She shuddered. Spasm after spasm. She gasped, 'Oh, fuck! Sarah! The best this year! By a long long way!' She was panting for breath!

It was very quick! I hardly had time to explore the contours of her vulva which is what I was really dying to do. What I had felt though, was very interesting. The vulva was fleshy and hairy. Dripping with her pussy juice. It tasted good - different, but good. Lovely! Oh, hell, I wish there was more time!

I stood up. We each took a deep breath, smoothing down our clothes, smiling a bit sheepishly at each other.

'My God! That was risky,' I said.

'And unexpected.'

'All the better for that.'

'Who would have thought...?' Sally was looking in the mirror, touching up her hair.

'No-one I hope!'

'True!'

'We need time to do this properly Sally.'

'Well, yes. I didn't really get chance to examine your jewels.'

We left without bothering with the sherry. I promised to give her a ring at the office.

But Sally got in first. She phoned later that evening, just asking very briefly if it would be convenient for her to drop in after lunch for a chat. Tomorrow, Monday?

'That would be lovely,' I said. George was due for a day trip to London. And the house isn't open on a Monday. 'Park in the small private car park and come round to the side door. You know where it is.'

She drives a yellow mini Cooper! Very sporty! Well, she's that sort of lady!

Well, George was up early for his business trip to London, so I pampered myself. Lots of excitement! Sally coming this afternoon! In preparation, I trimmed my bits of bikini stubble, shampooed my pubic hair with Tee Tree and Mint and blow dried it. Then used the styler. A proper pampering of my pussy! I had to use a large mirror held between my knees. Lovely sight! Oooo I do adore my vulva - and Heather's - and Sam's - and who knows, Sally's? We'll have to wait to see.

I got driven into town and did some shopping. I bought three pairs of lovely 'Autograph' embroidered bra and pants sets, and a lovely floral embroidered set in Marks. I took a taxi home and had to change my dress - I had leaked rather too much! As I was naked I could see that my pubes were looking very attractive. Not wearing knickers meant that the hair was not squashed flat! Still lovely fluffy curls - well, you've seen them of course!

After a bowl of soup and ryvita, I prepared for Sally, feeling rather nervous. And I wasn't sure if she'd chicken out. After all she's a busy lady!

I was in the middle of arranging the room just as I wanted it. Cocktail cherries in a bowl on the table beside the settee. Clean dark towel placed over the settee, in case of seepage. I was adjusting the curtains so that the sun lit the room perfectly, when the buzzer went. My heart stopped! Gosh! It's her, I thought. Sally! Already! So, a quick check in the mirror, then go to open the door.

And there she was, with a tense smile on her face. Sally was looking extra smart in her calf-length tan boots with high heel, smart two piece in off-white wool and white lace blouse. She wore very little make-up. She didn't need to. Her skin was flawless. 

'Sally! Do please come in.' As I helped her off with her jacket I explained that George was out all day, so we should have the place all to ourselves. I hung her jacket on the stand. As Sally went to the settee, I offered her tea. 'Or would you prefer a Martini?' She gave one of her delightful husky chuckles.

'No contest Sarah! Martini it is! I need it!' As I crossed to the drinks cabinet I could feel her eyes following me. She said: 'I feel a bit tensed up, I don't mind admitting. I'm not really used to these clandestine assignations.'

'Just relax, Sally. It's only me - remember me? We used to be good mates. Nothing to be tense about.' The dry Martini bottle was standing there on a tray with a couple of glasses. I started to unscrew the bottle.

'How long have we known each other now, Sarah? And in all that time I never realised just how attractive you are.'

'Ah! But you weren't interested in other women then. Neither was I. We were both rather cock-happy I seem to remember.'

'What a waste.'

I laughed lightly, concentrating on pouring the wine. She added, 'you have a very fetching bum, you know.' Sally had stood and was crossing over behind me. Then I felt her hands cup the cheeks of my bottom. I stopped breathing, bottle held high! Gosh! She ain't wasting any time, I thought. I had planned a lengthy careful sparring session to start with. But as I finished filling the glasses, her hands were stroking my bum with obvious relish. I placed the glasses on the table, turned to her, put my palms on either side of her face and kissed her mouth. I could taste the lipstick and feel the softness of her lips on mine. Her hands went round my waist and I was drawn into her body as the kiss got deeper. Mouths opened and the kiss became urgent.

'Are you in a hurry darling,' I asked with a little laugh, drawing my head away. Our hips were still pressed together, but my fingers were now unbuttoning her blouse.

'If I hesitate now, Sarah, it might never happen. I might chicken out. Seize the moment!'

Her blouse slid from her shoulders, uncovering the white lace bra, which was unable to hide the stiff nipples of her 36C boobs. At least, that was my guess. I must say they were rather bigger than I had expected. Clothes can be so deceptive! With a smile, she unhooked the garment herself and shrugged it off leaving her naked breasts for my full inspection.

'Well, well, Sally. I never thought I'd see you like this. You are so beautiful. Lovely tits!'

Mm! That wasn't quite true, but what the hell... They were solid boobs, a tracery of light blue veins showing. They didn't really need a bra. I gazed at them, studying the small mini-nipples round the perimeter of the large areola, as Sally's fingers slipped my own blouse off, dropping it on the arm chair at the side of her. I was wearing my new peach colored lace bra. I was rather surprised to see that Sally had hair sprouting from her areola. Not tufts. Just a few stray blonde hairs here and there. They looked rather sweet! I remember that my mother had hairs on and around her areola. I used to think that made her a witch!

She had now reached behind me to un-clip and remove my own new bra. The one I'd bought specially! I don't think she'd given in a second look, though. To Sally, it was just an obstacle to her fulfilling her desires, which had to be removed. Sally held her breath as my boobs came into view. We stood facing each other bare-chested. Our eyes met. She still looked rather tense. So I kissed her slowly again and embraced her so that our nipples touched. With a few wriggles I managed to rub them together whilst I kissed her eyelids, ears, cheeks, chin and neck. Sally liked that!

But it was clear that I was going to have to take the lead from here. I decided to replay the scene in the Mayor's parlor to start things off. Helping Sally to lower herself until she was perched on the edge of the settee, with a glass of Martini held in her right hand, I sank to my knees in front of her. I threw her skirt over my head, stroking her thighs gently, before pressing my puckered lips against her groin. It was clear that she was already lubricating. Sally had taken care to spray her pubes with perfume. Not being a perfume user (I'm allergic!) I didn't recognize the brand. But the scent was hardly enough to cover the strong natural scent of her vaginal excretion. The blend was most erotic. Kissing her vulva over the gusset of her panties with puckered lips had her shaking involuntarily.

'Bloody hell, Sarah.' she whispered hoarsely.

As I searched her inner thighs with my face and mouth, my hands unfastened the waist band of her skirt, then the single button at the side. It was a wrap around woollen skirt, designed to offer the least obstacle to accessing her private parts. It fell open, revealing her brief panties. My nose was inhaling the sweet pussy scent, rubbing gently over the clitoral hood, her hands on my shoulders, pressing my head hard into her groin. She was quietly moaning. This was it! Hooking my fingers into the waist band of her briefs - very lovely white silk lace - I slowly eased them over her generous hips. Sally lifted her bottom to allow me to remove them altogether, over the tan boots.

Below the crease where her rather abundant belly overhung the groin, I had full sight of her own precious jewel. And like the rest of her body, the vulva was fleshy and thick. Its whole contents were contained within those outer lips. Not a sign of the inner lips or her clitoris. All was covered with a not-very-thick patch of hair. I could see it had been lightly trimmed, though still offering a full bush of fairly coarse honey-blonde curls. To the left of her groin, just above the hair line, was a pair of dark moles. Otherwise her skin was flawless, even if her waist had thickened to a 34 inch! I looked up at her. With the wine glass still in one hand, her eyes were full of desire - she was rather flushed and certainly horny.

It was natural that I should press those thighs apart. I wanted a good look at what she had to offer. Light goose pimples had formed on the inner thighs. I caressed the skin fondly until they disappeared. But at the base of her closed gap, a droplet had gathered. A drop of her womanly lubrication, seeping from her vagina. But not for long. My tongue flicked it off, savoring the sweet musky flavor. Sally was now sunk back to lie into the corner of the settee, naked apart from her white self hold-up stockings with lace tops and tan boots.

Now was the time to investigate further. I gently parted the outer labia to reveal her hidden treasure chest. And there it was. Her love-ring, like an opal set in a tight cluster of peach sapphires, glittering in the sunshine, washed by her nectar. To top the love-ring, was a large pearl, hard and inviting, standing proud of its own setting. The inner labia festooned the gem, pink rumpled silk to frame the beauty encased in her vulva. Mm! I pressed my face to it, with my puckered lips lightly kissing the pearl. Sally jerked and gasped at the touch. My tongue began exploring the whole valley, savoring every niche, until it finally entered the love ring itself, now generously oozing its sweet nectar.

After tongue fucking her vagina with deep firm thrusts for a few moments, I transferred my attention to the pearl, taking its whole thickness between my lips, sucking and nibbling. The loins squirmed and I felt the trembles deep inside her belly. I could hear Sally moaning and whimpering. 'Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop!'

It was time to insert my fingers as deep as they would go in to her shrine - to worship at the altar of Aphrodite. Two middle fingers ploughed and explored, feeling every crevice of wet flesh. In and out. In and out. Then my index finger joined them, as Sally started to moan louder, her loins shaking and twisting.

'Oh, my gawd! That's so fucking good, Sarah!' Her breathing was erratic.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 15



My head now buried between her chunky thighs, my tongue lashing her pearl, fingers working fast. I could feet the tension rising in her muscles. Her buttocks went rigid, the small of her back arching from the settee. Her breathing stopped. Her face twisted into a grimace of agony. Her head thrown back. She was calling out in a thick whisper. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Harder. Oooh!' I changed the action, quickly drumming my two middle fingers of my other hand, hard against her clitoris, still finger fucking. That did it!

She came! She really blew!

'Yes! YES! Fuck... oh yes... fuck, fuck... oooo Ch-er-ist!'

Her body bucked, throwing me off her groin. Her juices were trickling. Her loins trembling. Her head rolling from side to side. I gripped her right nipple tight with one hand, nipping hard, cupping her sopping vulva in the other until she quietened down. Awesome!

When she recovered, she smiled at me and gave a deep sigh. 'The best I can remember,' she said. 'My God - what have I been miossing all these years?'

I laughed. 'Are you ready for another?'

'Not yet. Let me savor what I've just had.'

'Well, I am,' I said. 'I'm so horny Sally. I'm going to masturbate whilst you watch.'

And I got on the floor, legs held high and wide apart, one foot on the settee beside her, exposing my wide-open vulva for her to see. There's something really vulgar and perverted about showing yourself in an exhibition of sheer promiscuousness. It's some kind of drug - particularly for a refined, well brought up elegant sophisticated person such as me. It's exciting. It's sexy. It's a celebration of sex. It's sluttish! It's saying look at my beautiful cunt! It's great! It's breathtaking! It's mine! I've always been interested in exhibitionism - I'd love to be a photographers' model. Opening my labia for all to see my vulva. Oh, if only!

My fingers were soon at work, playing the vagina until sufficient juices were there to stimulate the clit. I studied Sally's face as she was watched me, fascinated by my fingers tracing a circular movement over the little button. My body responded. Muscles tightening, that special tingle in the groin at the root of the clit that every woman knows. As my fingers rubbed more quickly, the turmoil inside became heavier. The stirring increased. It began to boil in there. My thighs were shaking. My breath was erratic. I lifted my bottom from the floor pushing it up from my foot. I knew my vagina was flowing copiously, trickling thickly over the perineum onto my bum hole. My hips jerked up and down. My face grimaced with that delicious agony as I rode the crest of the orgasmic wave. My head shook. My fingers were a blur.

Of course, it wasn't long before my face gave the fact away that I was about to come.

And come I did! I was pulled up by the roots. Wham!

I saw that Sally was herself rubbing her clit, her mouth open in awe! Her eyes glazed over. Then she came as well with a long sighing moan!

After a brief rest, Sally stood. 'Time for that Martini.' There was still most of her glass full on the coffee table beside her. Standing over me, as I reclioned on the carpet, she took my knees, pulling them high to my shoulders, so that my bottom faced the ceiling. Pressing them apart, the vagina dilated for her to peer into its deepest secret recess. I was very surprised, believe me, when Sally took up the glass of Martini and poured in into my vagina! The sudden cold sensation made we wince - with pleasure I may add. Then she dropped two glazed cherries into the aperture! Wow!

Squatting over my face, her vulva directly above my mouth, she bent over to take my whole vulva into her lips. I squeezed my inner muscles to expel the Martini and cherries. It felt so horny! I felt the Martini swilling around my vaginal wall, mixing with the natural excretions. But it took some time whilst Sally lapped and nibbled, for her to finish off the special cocktail. Of course, I wasted no time in gobbling at her own vulva, eating the lips - chewing the contents of her vulva with my lips, pushing my tongue deep into her vagina.

By the time Sally had finished her cocktail, I was shaking with another orgasm. She was really eating my pussy - with her teeth! Nipping the clit. I was on cloud nine! The impendiong orgasm was rippling through me, like the crest of a wave. But when her finger penetrated my well lubricated bum hole - well, that did it! I cried out with lust. 'YEEEEES!'

Sally came as well, a second or two later. Thank goodness Sally had managed to drink all the Martini. The thought of having to clean the residue off the carpet was not a happy one! It's off-white and, boy, does it show the marks.

We sat side by side on the settee, kissing and caressing for absolute ages. Totally relaxed. We explored every inch of each other's body. Of course, we ended up with yet another sixty-nine and every other number you can think of. With the inevitable result for both of us. Very, very satisfying.

'Has that relaxed you Sallly?'

'What? I should say so! I had no idea that orgasms could be so complete and mind-filling.'

'You might have taken your boots off though.'

She laughed. 'What? I paid a lot of money for these. And I wanted you to enjoy the feel of real leather against your skin.'

As she dressed, I studied her body. Mm! Perhaps a massage and a work-out would improve the line. But what the hell! It works perfectly well as it is. I could still taste the evidence! Musky and delightful. And those large areola - like saucers - were something else! What a woman! As she pulled up her knickers, I realised they were mione.

'Hey! Those are mine darling.'

'I know,' Sally replied. 'I want to feel them hugging my vulva for the rest of the day as a reminder of your lovely pussy and the best sex I ever had. I shall no doubt have several mini orgasms as a result.'

'But you have a council meeting, I thought.'

'Yes! Something to relieve the boredom!'

I dressed as well, whilst Sally used the bathroom to restore her face! We didn't speak much. Well, there wasn't a lot to say after that exhibition of mutual sex! We promised to keep in touch.

Watching her mini dive away, I wondered if Heather would fancy a session with Sally? Perhaps the three of us. Well... perhaps she was a bit inexperienced, but her enthusiasm made up for lack of expertise! 

She'll learn. I hope!



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 16



SAM'S CONFESSION

Samantha was depressed. Not only that, she was very frustrated. Sexually that is. That in itself is something of a surprise, since her husband James, is a family doctor and should be aware of all these things - particularly in his own wife. Except that he was having a bit of a fling with a beautiful colored nurse at the local hospital. He had recently taken on more extra work at the hospital, but when Samantha found a three-pack of condoms in his jacket pocket, with two already taken, she guessed why he was spending more time there. She had replaced the packet and said nothing about it.

At first she couldn't believe that it meant what it clearly did. That James was having an affair. Then, when she thought about it more objectively, she realized that was the reason for the frequency of their love-making having dwindled. James was getting his satisfaction elsewhere. Their sex had become commonplace for him.

After making herself a coffee, Sam wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, sat down to think things through. When they had first married, James and she were like rabbits! Fucking at every opportunity. It was great. It could never end. But, of course, as time went on, the frequency fell away until they got into a routine. Usually Sunday mornings before getting up! Perhaps that was the problem. Sex shouldn't really be routine. It should, ideally, be a new thrilling experience every time. If only!

Was it her fault? Sam struggled with the thought that it may have been her own lack of enthusiasm during their love-making. Should she talk it through with James? Confrontation was not one of her strong points. Anything for a quiet life. Besides, James would not let a bit of a fling ruin their marriage, surely. But an erect cock knew no morals. He would want the best of both worlds, of course. But where did this leave her, Samantha?

Frustrated!

She could - and did - masturbate frequently, but there were times when she craved a thick penis deep inside her vagina. Times when she felt she would explode for want of a cock. But she managed to keep up appearances. Wait until it blew over.

James was working an extra shift at the hospital, so Sam drove into town for some shopping. Take her mind off her problems. But her body was teeming with a curious, suffocating desire It was in the market square that she bumped into Sarah. Her occasional lover and dear friend who had introduced her to girl on girl sex. Though she hadn't seen a lot of her recently.

Sarah persuaded Sam to have a coffee with her in Starbucks. Sam spilled out her problem. Sarah later wrote an email to her friend Bel about it.

Dearest Bel

Saturday was quite a good day, in spite of not being able to chat to you! And an unexpected day. I bumped into Sam this morning in the market, looking as desirable as ever, though her eyes were slightly puffed. You remember Samantha. She's not as regular a lover as Heather, but an occasional mistress. I think that's because, deep down, she feels she's being unfaithful to James. Being in no particular hurry, she agreed to have a coffee with me. We settled in a fairly busy Starbucks. 

After the usual chit chat, Sam said she was feeling a bit down at the mouth. When I persuaded her to tell me more, it seems she thinks James may be having an affair! Gosh - our family doctor having a bit on the side? I said I didn't believe it. What made her think it - etc? Well, she found condoms in his coat pocket. Is that conclusive? Well, I don't know. I have myself found such things in George's overnight bag - but what the hell? But Sam was crying.

The upshot was that I persuaded her to come home with me for a spot of lunch and talk through it. The last thing she needed was to bottle it all up. She wasn't inclined to have it out with James, she said. That could be too emotional. That would account for the puffy eyes - she'd been crying. With it being such a lovely spring morning, I had walked into the town, so came home with Sam in her car. James was doing a shift at the hospital apparently. If that's indeed what he was doing!

Anyway, back at the house I offered Sam a drink - a G&T, to calm her down. A strong one! Sod the driving. While I prepared a light salad she told me that her love life was rather non existent. Well, I knew that - she'd told me before when we first got together, but I thought it was just a passing phase. There were times, she said, when she just got so tensed up with frustration she thought she'd explode. (We know the feeling!) Masturbation was the immediate answer of course. But at times she needed something else. Someone else. Which is where I came in! Gratefully!

I sat beside her on the settee and put an arm round her, nice and motherly. She lay her head on my shoulder for a quiet feeling-sorry-for-herself session.

'Look Sam - it's not the end of the world. Even if James is playing around, it'll pass. Believe me. We all need a change at times. A breath of fresh air. He'll come back refreshed.'

Sam smiled wanly at me with wet eyes. She looked so vulnerable. Our eyes met and lingered. I leaned over to kiss her mouth with some tenderness. She immediately put her hand on the back of my head, pressing her mouth hard against mine with a grunt. When my other hand reached over to feel for her breast, caressing it softly, Sam sighed into my mouth. I knew she wanted sex there and then. Well, she wanted sexual satisfaction! My hand slipped into the top of her blouse, beneath the bra searching for the nipple. It was hardening even as I touched it. Mmm! I'd forgotten what lovely boobs she has.

Without any warning at all, though I should have guessed knowing the mood she was in, Sam pulled at my blouse, tearing open the buttons and dragging my bra up. Her mouth was on my nipples straight away. Chewing. Her other hand went up my skirt grappling with my knickers, her fingers seeking the object of her urgent need. In no time at all, she was fingering my vulva. Rapture!

I felt I was being raped! Sam was all over me, unfastening my bra, pulling off my blouse followed by my skirt. She really growled as she crawled all over me, shrugging off her own blouse, pulling at her bra until her bursting nipple was thrust against my mouth. She has lovely hard chunky nipples. She really has gorgeous breasts actually. Much bigger, fuller and softer than mine - or Heather's for that matter. Her hand was now crawling all over my vulva. My vagina was doing it's stuff - quickly lubricating! It was ready for whatever came its way!

I allowed myself to be dragged to the floor. Sam hurriedly hoisted her skirt, dragged the crotch of her knickers to one side and planted her sloppy vulva over my mouth. Lovely and hairy! Hot and wet! Abundant, lovely labia grinding against my face. I felt the juices smearing my lips. Her mouth was now eating my own pussy like there was no tomorrow. Growling again, like a dog, she stabbed at it with her stiffened tongue. It was violent. Hard!

As she pushed her groin against my mouth, Sam shouted! 'Yes, you bitch! Give it to me!' I was doing all I could! 'More! More!' Her body was writhing wildly. My god! She was hurting - thrusting her pelvis against my face.

Sam exploded! Thank goodness!

After a period of adjustment, as they say, Sam became quieter, rolling on to her back, clothes awry. I was already naked!

'I needed that Sarah. You have no idea - no idea how much I needed that!'

'There's more to come Sam. Just let's get your skirt off before it gets spoilt!' I drew her skirt over her legs, then peeled off her knickers. She has a glorious vulva! Honestly! A celebration of womanhood! If you appreciate hairy ladies that is! I absolutely adore it!

'Just lie back and relax. Close your eyes darling. Now the urgency's gone, let's make love.'

As ever, I gazed at her groin in admiration for a while, before parting her thighs, bending her knees and ducking my face into the space between. I gently made love to her vulva, kneading her pliant breasts and squeezing her nipples. I worshiped her body. She was nice and relaxed. I took my time with her. Sam was in need of some loving. Begging for it. So I gave it to her. She was sighing softly. Purring like a kitten - oh, so happy! Very slowly, her body began to respond to my treatment. Trembles began to shake her belly. Her thighs fluttered. Her buttocks clenched and flexed. I lifted her bent legs to her shoulders to display her bottom so that I could run my tongue round the dark rim of the puckered entrance. Bum, vagina, clitoris - all took their turn with my tongue. She adored it! Pushing her body against me - offering it up. It was saying 'take me'.

Eventually, her body began to shudder. Her face screwed up into an expression of delicious agony. Sheer ecstasy. It was glorious to watch her. As she started to come again - I slowed down. I didn't want to rush it. I wanted to draw out the orgasm as long as I could. Have it ride on the crest of the orgasmic wave. She whimpered. 'Oh yes, Sarah. That's so good. Wonderful! Yes, yes. Oh yes! I'm going to come. Catch my juices. Please!' Her voice got agitated and louder. 'I'm coming. Coming. Coming.'

A long loud rasping sigh. 

With a flourish of lashing hips, her orgasm burst out of her! Like a volcano! Her vagina poured forth it's gratitude. I drank it all up. So sweet - delicious honey. The orgasm rippled on for several seconds. Ecstatic! Oh yes! Fantastic! Her face was a picture of delight and joy.

I gave her a spare dressing gown to slip over her nakedness! We had lunch together. I told her about George and his London trips - I explained that I didn't mind if he has a bit of fun whilst he's there. Providing he doesn't bring home anything nasty! It's me he loves and keeps. That's all that matters really. Why deny him some fun and games? And I have my own enjoyment on the side - with Heather and with her. (I didn't mention Sally!) She was very grateful to me I think.

Over the meal I also mentioned the dogging that took place in our rear car park at weekends. I didn't tell her of course that I had sampled the delights of an anonymous fuck. Although we laughed about it, Sam seemed a bit shocked, but I explained that a one-off shag with a guy you don't know, a guy you are unlikely ever to meet again, can hardly be seen as infidelity. Technically, of course, it is adultery. But I looked upon it as sexual therapy, being desperate for cock as I then was, even though I'd just come from Heather. Anyway, that's a story I've told before. Sam asked a lot of questions about the ins and outs of dogging, which I think I answered to her satisfaction.

Talking about satisfaction, we made love again. On the settee. Lovingly and beautifully. Time stood still. Nothing else mattered in this world other than the two of us in each others arms. She was very affectionate and attentive to every erogenous zone of my body. I came three times! Not all explosive orgasms - but so wonderful and meaningful. Each new orgasm as though it's the first ever experience of that unique sensation. A heavenly surprise. I didn't count Sam's!

During our post orgasmic rest, I made her promise to come to me whenever she got so horny that it hurt! She said she would. I made her promise!

I also persuaded her to let her worries about James take a back seat for a while. Though it's not easy to ignore the doubts. Once she accepts, it'll be much easier for her. Besides, I told her, doctors had to be so very very careful about these things - they could be struck off.

'Oh, it's not a patient,' she said. 'I thinks it's one of the nurses at hospital.'

'A nurse...' Well, Sam herself was a nurse when she married James. Hmm!

As Sam drove home in the later afternoon, her mind kept returning to the story Sarah had told about dogging. She wasn't sure she believed that Sarah would do such a thing. It was so out of character for her. But then she herself was aching for cock, even though she and Sarah had had a series of wonderful orgasms. She fully understood the unquenchable desire that filled her every bone. That irresistible yearning of her body to be penetrated. Explored by a hard stranger. Violated! The fact that it was a nameless object filling her. That she was not a person, but an object to be assaulted. If Sarah might accede to the demands of her body, then why shouldn't she? James would never know. It would be a delicious way of making the score even with him. But would she dare? Had she the bottle?

The more she thought about it as she drove into the drive of their home, the more she became attracted to the thought of such an adventure. No one would know. Sarah had said that there were usually three or four cars in the small space and that the occupants were always from middle-class homes. Bank managers, or solicitors and their wives, out for a sexual thrill.

Back in her kitchen, Sam unscrewed the Martini bottle and poured herself a generous measure. Her face was set with a determined look. James would not be back before early morning. She switched on her lap top. Soon she was immersed in reading all about dogging, seeing pictures of girls being violated in every orifice! It was fascinating.

In the bedroom she undressed. She had a good figure. Her breasts were full enough to sag in a provocative way, but were still beautiful. Her waist was narrow and her hips wide. Child-bearing hips. Yes! It was a good figure for fucking! So why not give it satisfaction. After all, that's what her body was designed to do. Without bothering with any underwear, she slipped into a summer dress. Yes! If she was going to have a sexual adventure, it would have to be tonight! If she waited, she would never do it. Her vagina was already spilling over with anticipation.

Sam shrugged into a light jacket before leaving the house and stepping into her car. The light had mostly gone now. The air was warm after a day's hot sunshine. The scent of blossom hung heavy in the air. Perfect.

She switched on the ignition. It was now or never.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 17



SAM'S DOGGING ADVENTURE

The 'Rose and Crown' is a charming, seventeenth century road house, with the interior charm expected of such an historic building. In recent years, however, restrictions on drink driving, and even more recently, smoking, had made inroads to the popularity of the inn, which had managed to reinvent itself as a high-class restaurant, with superb cuisine for the discerning well-off clients. It had become reincarnated as a popular inn of style and elegance. It was very well patronized, particularly at weekends. 

Sitting in a corner of the cocktail lounge, once the public bar, were three young men, sipping their glasses of orange juice. To the casual observer, they looked surprisingly well-dressed for a Saturday evening out. Each wore a white shirt with collar and tie, dark blazer and slacks. They were, in fact, second year medical students at the nearby university hospital, and were waiting to begin their week-end spare-time job. They were engaged by a very senior psychology consultant, to maintain good behavior at an exclusive, secret location for a discreet dogging group.

The tallest of the three was George, a second generation English black guy. Because he was well over six feet tall, and well-built, he was the leader, chosen by the originator of the exclusive dogging set, who organized the use of the private car park behind the historic property supported by English heritage. Of course, English Heritage were unaware of being a provider of a suitable venue for upper-class doggers. The other two were Ian, a ginger headed athletic-looking young man, and Stubby. Stubby was fair-haired and rather overweight, but not exactly what would be considered fat.

'You'll be okay Stubby,' George was telling him. 'All we have to do is make sure that no undesirables get into the car park. All the members cars have fluorescent identification discs in their windscreens. Simple!'

'Sounds easy.'

'And,' Ian added, 'you get to fuck the ladies if invited.'

'We are usually asked to help out the husbands in giving their ladies what they want.'

'Which is...?'

'Cock, of course!'

They laughed. 'The viagra helps. We need to keep us in peak performance. A little help comes in useful.'

'Isn't it about time we had one?'

George took a blister pack from his pocket, squeezing out thee capsules. 'One for you, one for you, and one for me.'

The three popped the capsules into their mouths, washing them down with their orange juice.

'Ready for the fray gentlemen. Don't be surprised at anything you might see Stubby. It's all for fun, really. You'll enjoy it.'

Meanwhile, sitting behind the wheel of her Mazda, driving through the darkening country lane, Samantha was rehearsing the thoughts that had occupied her for the past few hours. The thought of sex with a stranger in the dark was something that had stimulated her imagination for quite a while. Ever since her husband James had stopped having regular sex with her, in fact. And she could persuade herself that it would not be adultery, since the other partner would be anonymous. So, when, that afternoon, her friend Sarah had mentioned to her the dogging activity in the rear car park of their house, Sam was curious. Her mind was aroused at the prospect of joining in. She had questioned Sarah about it, though was anxious not to appear too interested. She partly suspected that Sarah herself had indulged in the action, but was reluctant to admit to it. She seemed to know enough about what went on, to suggest first hand knowledge.

Then, the time spent on the internet at home later that day, looking at the various sites about the activity had aroused her interest even more. And her deep seated sexual frustration remained unsatisfied, in spite of the wonderful time with Sarah. But girl on girl sex wasn't the same, exciting though it was. Her Sarah-induced orgasms were heavenly, but Sam still felt a passionate need for thick penis. It was so long since she felt her vagina filled with one. Her body was desperate for it. After all, it was a woman's prime function in life. And the frustration was making her ill!

The evening was an ideal time. Warm and getting dark. And James's shift at the hospital meant that he would not be home until after midnight. Her curiosity increased as she drove past the house. This was crazy, Samantha thought. The doctor's wife on a shagging mission! What would people think? But what the hell - who was to find out? 

When Samantha turned down the lane behind Sarah's ancestral home, there were no street lights. Her headlights caught the fairly narrow opening in the hedge, through which the small rear car park was reached. Maneuvering her Mazda hatchback through the opening, she was immediately aware of three other cars in the park beneath the trees. There was a black BMW, a Nissan Accenta and a new Ford Fusion. All three had their interior lights glowing, showing signs of movement inside. The Nissan had the passenger door open. A guy was holding onto the top of the doorframe, facing the interior, trousers and underwear round his ankles, his buttocks rocking. Occupied with parking her car, Sam didn't take much notice of what else was happening in the others.

Stopping a few feet away from the side of the BMW, San opened her window before switching off the engine, turning on the interior lights. This is it, she thought, wondering if she dare go through with it. She took a deep breath of the evening air.

Almost immediately, a well-dressed guy approached the window. He smiled. 'Good evening! Nice to meet you!' He had a good, deep cultured voice.

'Hello.'

'We haven't seen you here before, ma'am. Are you aware what goes on here?'

Swallowing hard, Sam went for it. 'Of course. That's why I'm here.' Her voice was husky with nerves.

'Been here before?'

'No. As you thought, first time, actually. Why?' Sam was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Why all the questions she wondered.

'We need to check on newcomers,' the tall guy explained. 'This is a private park. You don't look like a trouble maker though.' He smiled broadly. It was then she noticed in the gloom, that he was black.

A second guy opened her car door. 'Why not join us?' 

He was also well-spoken, well-dressed, with blazer, collar and tie. He offered her his hand to assist her from the car. The first guy was standing behind her. Towering over her. Suddenly, she felt hands softly stroking her buttocks. Gosh, she thought, they don't waste any time getting down to business. It was all so unreal! She was conscious of her vagina responding in anticipation. The other guy was slowly unbuttoning Sam's dress, expressing some agreeable surprise at seeing her naked body beneath it. Sam looked down proudly at her body, the large breasts hanging invitingly. Hands caressed them both, thumbs rubbing the stiffening nipples. He murmured his appreciation. 'Mm. Those are so beautiful, lady.' A third man had joined them.

'Lovely tits Stubby,' he said to this newly arrived friend. 'Look!'

With a sweep of his arms, the dress was brushed from her shoulders. The one called George, behind her, took it from her shoulders, draping it over the car bonnet, before returning his hands to her bottom. The caresses moved into the crack, before slipping between the thighs to reach the hairy entrance of her dripping vulva. Sam wasn't sure what she felt. It was all so very strange, having her vulva touched by a stranger. She couldn't believe it was really happening. It was so unbelievable that it had to be a dream. But the voice was real enough!

'Hey, lady! Let's just take a good look at you.' The smallest of the group peered at her. He was a chubby-faced, pleasant-looking young man of around twenty she guessed. He wore a Kangol felt cap. Very stylish. 'Your very good looking and you've sure got a great body there.'

Sam suddenly wasn't sure if she liked the look of this. Although they seemed to be decent lads, there was something vaguely menacing about them. Perhaps it was all in her mind. After all, this was why she came here. But it wasn't what she'd expected. But then, she didn't really know for sure what it was she was expecting. Some middle-class professional guy, perhaps? There would be some preliminaries, though, surely?

The tallest of them, George, the one who had first spoken to her, was a black guy of solid build. Well over six feet. He wore a black felt trilby hat, with a disarming grin. 'Do you mind?' he enquired of Sam, with good humor. 'I'll be gentle!'

'And a lovely pussy, Ian. Who's first?'

'Come on! Let's have a kiss first!' the chubby youth pleaded.

'A grope would be better,' the one called Ian laughed. 'Nice pair of tits there, though and I'll bet she has the most delectable fanny between them thighs.'

'She sure has,' George told them. 'I can vouch for that.'

The chubby man unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was already half erect. 'Take a look lady. You'd like a length of that, I can guarantee.' Sam stared at it without taking it in. This isn't really happening, she thought again. But yes, it did look handsome in the gloom, with the car interior light illuminating it. It was many years since she had gazed on a penis other than her husbands.

Taking their cue from him, the other two unzipped as well, dragging out their cocks to display to Sam. The red-headed youth's cock was almost fully stiff. Very pale skinned, with a pointed head peeking from the foreskin. He stroked it sexily.

'Don't take any notice of him, lady. He's always got a hard on. All the time. It's natural with him.' They all laughed, thrusting their loins forward towards Sam.

'A good thing in this place,' he laughed. 'Comes in very useful.'

Sam stared at the cocks sticking out of the slacks of the three men standing there. She couldn't drag her eyes from them. They fascinated her. When the black guy's cock came into view, she was amazed! It was enormous. It had to be at least ten inches long and it wasn't even fully erect. It sprouted from the bushy groin in a huge arch. Although having heard of such weapons, she had never believed the stories of black guys with enormous phalluses. But here was the proof! Her mouth was dry. Good God! She could never engulf a member that big in her pussy!

The three crowded round Sam. The chubby one took her face in both hands and kissed her mouth heavily. She was unable to avoid it. At least, his breath was sweet. At the same time a pair of hands encircled her from behind cupping her breasts, squeezing them hard, testing their weight.

'Wow, what a great pair of tits!'

Her areola were swollen, with nipples hard as nuts assisted by the slight chill in the air, but mainly with the stimulation of strange fingers clawing at them. Sam was very proud of her breasts. They were large, smooth and unmarked, with saucer-like areola that swelled up like smaller breasts when aroused. They were also very sensitive. Although firm, they hovered over her flat belly by their sheer weight. 

The black guy was standing behind her, admiring the flawless skin of her well-rounded buttocks. His large hands slowly caressed the soft flesh, both little fingers reaching into the deep creases where the cheeks meet the top of the thighs. It was warm and damp. The fingers explored every inch of her loins, feeling the brown puckered passage, before slipping into the wet vagina for a few finger-fucking jabs. He felt the juice oozing from the vulva. 'She's ripe for it guys. Seeping like a leaking tap.'

More eager fingers explored her soft vulva, feeling the juices. Her whole body was being mauled. Sam took a deep breath. She decided suddenly that this was the very scene of her fantasy. To be gang-banged. But the reality was very different. Frightening almost. In spite of the thought she had given to the prospect, she wasn't quite ready for it.

Whilst Sam stood, impassive, trying to regain her composure, four pairs of hands groped her vulva, stroked her thighs, bottom and breasts. Lips were everywhere. Kissing her face, her nipples, her bottom. She came to the conclusion that having the three fuck her, one after the other, was inevitable. As they handled her body, Sam turned her attention to looking over her assailants. They were quite good looking, actually. Clean-shaven and well-dressed. Normally, they would be intelligent, smart professional men. She might even fancy them.

'Okay, you guys. Who goes first?' the red-head asked.

'Hey, not him,' the chubby youth insisted, pointing to the black man whose cock had now stiffened, though its length had not noticeably increased. Just the girth! 'If he goes first, he'll stretch her fanny so much that that ours won't even touch the sides.'

They all laughed coarsely. 'Right, smallest first,' the chubby-faced one said. 'That's me!'

Sam held her as she was turned round to face the car bonnet. Her now naked body was pressed over it, spread-eagled. The warmth of the engine was pleasant against her hips. Hands were pawing at her breasts as she felt her vulva being prodded. She wasn't sure what she expected, but Sam hadn't really thought of three guys at once. There was nothing she could do to prevent it happening.

As the others held Sam by the arms, the chubby one stood between her thighs. One of the others had a small torch which was now switched on, the beam aimed at her hair covered vulva. Holding the dark-skinned labia between finger and thumb of each hand, they were pulled apart to open the gateway to her dribbling vagina. The four small folds of flesh protecting the entrance opened up. The plump guy stabbed his cock into the gap, deep into her vagina in one swift push, accompanied by loud moan.

Sam held her breath with stiffened body as the cock penetrated her. She winced and gasped, though she was well lubricated, so penetration was no problem. This must be what it was like to be raped, she thought. The youth fucked her fiercely and quickly. Sam felt oddly detached even though this was what she had come for. As he pounded into her, Sam noticed another man in the back of the BMW, watching the action. He had his erect penis in his hand. She still found it hard to believe it was happening.

The moon shimmered in the leaves of the hedge. The interior lights of the cars gave a curious glow to the action. Birds were singing. Sounds of physical effort floated across from the other cars. 

The others were egging Stubby on to even greater effort.

'Come on Stubby, give to her good!'

'Fuck that fanny, man!'

'But leave some for me!'

Whilst he shagged and squeezed her breasts, Sam diverted her eyes to examine the two guys either side of her. Ian, the ginger-haired guy, had an almost white cock, with a distinct upward curve. Protruding from his slacks, it looked about average length and girth. The dark-skinned one had an almost black shaft, hard and stiff, with pronounced veins, pointing proudly at his chin, foreskin half-retracted to reveal a shining head, a bead of liquid oozing from the eye.

Closing her eyes, Sam concentrated on the exquisite sensation of cock pounding in and out of her. Yes! It was exhilarating! Different to what she expected in a curious way, but exciting. Stubby began panting, his rhythm becoming erratic. Over her shoulder, Sam saw his eyes screw up tight with effort. Turning back, she looked down over her belly to watch his cock plunging in and out of her. Sam was finally finding the experience strangely electrifying. The supreme delight of having any man's fantastic weapon sliding inside her, soothed her aching muscles. She was beginning to enjoy it! This after all as what men and women were created to do. Mmm! Oh yes! It's what I wanted, she decided.

Suddenly, Stubby bellowed, withdrew his shaft, snatching off the condom before spraying her buttocks with his semen. For some reason she couldn't explain, she counted the six watery spurts splashing around her bum hole. Sam had not noticed him reaching his climax in advance, being focused on her own sensations. One second he was fucking her hard, the next he was covering her with the outpouring of his effort.

They then pulled Sam upright, turning her round to face the black man who had been behind her fondling her buttocks. She was made to bend forward, her large breasts dangling, the hard thimble-like nipples ready to be pawed and squeezed. Now face to face with this mighty cock, she marveled at it. It was huge, reaching higher than his navel. She couldn't take her eyes from it, even whilst her thighs were being mauled about and her hips dragged open for a second assault on her vagina.

Then, unexpectedly, the curved shaft split her labia apart, sinking fully into her. Immediately, it went into a furious rhythm. Sam was conscious of the sensitive inner flesh of her vagina being caressed in parts never reached by cock before. Gosh! It was out of this world! A vagina full of cock. The curve pressed the cock into the roof of her vagina, stimulating the lubricating glands. It was heaven! The black cock in front of her was seeping liquid from the dilated eye at the end of the head. She stared spellbound as it trickled over the top of the shaft. Magic!

'Come on, Ian. Give it all you've got! Go for it, man!'

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Sam took the dark-purple knob of the black cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it avidly. It was like a large plum. She grabbed the shaft in both hands, jerking it up and down to the rhythm of the humping cock behind her. The outer skin slid over the hard inner shaft. It was wonderful -- a magnificent weapon! She suddenly wanted it. To feel it inside her. It was then that she felt her first orgasm ripple through her belly. A vaginal orgasm! Fabulous!

Ian quickly withdrew his cock, turned Sam over as he pulled off the condom, so that he could spray her belly and breasts with his plentiful hot seed. Sam watched the convulsive penis spit spouts of sperm over her, Ian grunting loudly with each spasms. But no sooner had the penis exhausted its load, than Sam was pulled upright, turned with her back arched against the car.

'Okay, you lot. My turn. Lift her up.'

The two men hoisted Sam up by her thighs, holding them wide apart as she rested her arms on the car bonnet. She held her breath in anticipation. This was the moment. The vulva was open for all to see, framed in a halo of wet hair. The pink buds of flesh, which guarded the entrance, were peeled away from the gaping vagina, awash with her private honey. All eyes were drawn to the black guy's approach Sam. Taking his weapon in both hands, he placed the end against the fleshy tunnel.

Argh! Watching the huge cock approach her, Sam drew her breath in harshly as she felt it nudge between the lips, stretching them further and further apart, penetrating them little by little. Breathtaking! The mighty shaft of solid cock slowly disappeared into the willing vagina. Sam closed her eyes, crying out in pain as the flesh resisted the intrusion. But it was relentless. Half way inside her vagina, George began to fuck, slowly, encouraging the lips to stretch in order to accommodate him.

Sam's vagina relaxed and stretched, the flesh expanded gradually to allow the invader to enter deeper. She was filled to bursting. I'll be split open, she thought. It was mind-boggling. It was overwhelming! Never had she felt so completely occupied by cock. Her whole body was concentrated on the monster within it. The wonderful, marvelous king of cocks! Filling her fanny -- her belly -- her whole body! Further and further until the shaft was fully embedded into her. She was its victim to be plundered and violated at will.

This was fantastic! Sam was now being fucked in earnest, as never before. The enormous shaft heaved in and out with long, steady strokes. The swarthy guy reached his hand to her groin and rubbed her clitoris with quick firm circular strokes. Even the guy in the BMW had moved to concentrate on watching the event. A massive black cock battering the delicate vulva of a white lady.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 17



The tremendous feeling of carnal bliss spread through Sam's whole being. Her hips were flexing and squirming with lust. Each thrust of the cock pushed the breath from her lungs with agonizing grunts of ecstasy. She was beginning to boil over. Great waves of lechery welled up. Devastating jolts kicked into her loins. Her orgasm rose up like a volcano suddenly erupting, slamming into her as she tried to stifle scream after scream. Her whole body was given over to carnal sensations, begging to be violated. Another great vaginal orgasm! My God! What a fabulous sensation. To have orgasmic convulsion after convulsion rack her belly whilst filled to bursting with cock. She felt her own discharge ejaculate deep within. Oh don't stop, she cried out under her breath. Don't stop. Oh jeeeez!

Then, to her great disappointment, the large cock withdrew, pushed against the flesh of her vestibule, ejaculating into her spread vulva, spurt after copious spurt mingling with her own discharge. When the cock finally softened, it drew away from the vagina. Generously smeared with the white secretions, it reluctantly pulled away. Sam's legs were lowered by the two guys holding her, but were too weak to hold her up. She lowered herself back onto the car seat behind her, eyes still awestruck by the stained, half tumescent cock.

As the three men pushed their cocks back into their trousers, Sam smiled at them. They had shagged her as she had never been shagged before. Yes, she thought! Shag is the right word. No finesse. No love. Just a good hard shag. Just what her body had pined for!

'Thank you lady. You've been most kind.'

They moved away to another car that had entered the park, leaving Sam feeling exhausted. She got up as if in a dream, grabbed her dress from the car bonnet and shrugged it on. Her body was covered with the remnants of the three men's sperm. Sticky and warm. She didn't care. In fact she reveled in it. That had been a fantastic experience. Just what she had wanted after that initial uncertainty. Her body was well and truly fucked! Time to go home. And reminisce.

Settling in the driving seat, Sam turned to close the window. There, in front of her eyes, was an erect penis facing her. It must be the guy from the BMW, she thought. Rising from the open flies of his slacks, the stiff cock beckoned her. Begging to be touched. Sam was fascinated by it. Another cock! It was handsome. In the light of her interior car lights, the thick blue veins could be seen, forming tracks along its length. It was irresistible. She reached her hand across, curling her thumb and second finger round the shaft. They couldn't meet round the girth, but drawing them down lightly, she was able to watch the foreskin retract from the mauve-colored head. She watched transfixed as a bead of fluid formed on the eye.

Running the palm of her hand down the shaft, her fingers searched for the testicles. As if drawn to it like a magnet, her head leaned towards the handsome idol. Opening her mouth, Sam took the head between her lips. Slowly, slowly, her head sank down the shaft. Relaxing her throat, she allowed the wonderful god of sex to fill her mouth. Her tongue explored the under side as the cock rubbed over the roof of her mouth. In her youth, Sam had always got tremendous pleasure from fellatio. Deep throat was something men could hardly resist, though it was many years since she had given a proper blow-job.

Pushing her head up and down the shaft, she felt the muscles in the buttocks flexing. Her tongue explored every inch of the hard cock. Her lips sucked gently on the head. Her hand came up from the testicles to grasp the base, starting to massage it slowly. This was wonderful. To round off an evening of sex, this was just what Sam wanted. A cock to worship with her lips. She was jubilant. The loins were now trembling and shaking. Ejaculation was imminent.

As the loins began to jerk out of control, Sam eased off the shaft. Watching avidly, she watched transfixed as the eye of the head dilated to emit a dribble of thick grey-white fluid. Then the body went rigid for a second or two before the penis exploded. A thick gush of sperm splashed over her lips. A second, less forceful spurt caught her chin before a third huge splatter caught her nose. A fourth splashed over her right shoulder. A fifth gout struck her forehead. A sixth and seventh covered her cheeks. As the contractions abated, the final contents dribbled over the head. Sam bent over to take the end of the cock once again in her mouth, cleaning off the excess sperm.

The penis withdrew from her mouth, leaving a trickle of sperm from the corner. It was pushed back into the underwear as the man turned away without a word, leaving Sam rather bewildered by the string of events. She reached into a box of tissues. Whilst tidying her face with a paper tissue, another smartly dressed guy appeared at the window.

Samantha's evening of sexual revelations wasn't quite over!



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 18



Size isn't everything, they say, but most women would agree that it certainly helps. The vagina usually prefers to feel that it's being filled to capacity during fornication, for maximum enjoyment of the act, though, of course, the capacity of the vagina varies widely from woman to woman. Alan was cursed by a smaller than average penis, which, for a senior medical consultant, was something of an embarrassment. Though it would the same whatever hid profession! However, it had not prevented him from enjoying a good sex life during his student years, nor from marrying a beautiful Norwegian lady. 

Kristina was everything expected of a Scandinavian goddess! She was a tall and well-built lady, with the blonde hair and full breasted figure, narrow waist and firm, large bottom. But she had a smaller than average vagina to enjoy Alan's penis. After the birth of twins, however, Kristina had not recovered fully her previous vaginal size, which left her somewhat dissatisfied during sex. It became the cause of considerable distress to her. Alan's small penis was now a distinct disadvantage when they resumed normal sexual activities. Even Alan's award of a knighthood for services to medicine, hadn't helped, though Kristina was delighted to be an English Lady!

Various sex aids to improve the dimensions of his penis were helpful, though not a complete success. Kristina was really yearning for a good big cock to fill her passage, rather than an add-on. It was whilst discussing his predicament with his long time friend and colleague, that they came up with the idea of dogging. The excitement of having intercourse with a stranger - hopefully with a large penis - would go a long way to giving Kristina the satisfaction she languished for. Kristina was thrilled by the prospect of having a good fuck again. So the joint decision was made. Alan would get the extra stimulation of watching his beautiful wife being ravished by another man - a fantasy many men experience, but few fulfil.

In order to maintain complete discretion and anonymity, following much private research among close colleagues they found a group of highly respectable - and respected - couples. After much searching around, Sir Alan chose the private car park at the rear of the local historic house, managed by English Heritage. It was out of the way, well secluded, and little known. The owner, Sir George, was eventually taken into their confidence and was happy to turn a blind eye to their recreational events, having been given assurances that there was no criminal behavior. He even joined in on one occasion, to his complete satisfaction.

Alan also engaged the help of two or three medical students, whose appetite for sex was what would be expected a youth, but whose discretion would be total, to make sure the place was secure during the activities, besides, there was the bonus of them joining in the fun each week-end. When he found George, a well-built colored medical student, with a ten-inch penis, he was delighted. He made him the senior bodyguard.

The ladies in the group were not as difficult to persuade as he had at first feared. In fact, several seemed more eager than their partners to engage in these nocturnal activities. It wasn't long before the group was fairly extensive, with professional people as members of the group. All were very hard-working middle-class people, seeking some way of letting their hair down for recreation. Kristina was thrilled by the results, enjoying George's seduction with gusto.

The group had been well established with many very satisfying outings for the members, with no problems when, one Saturday evening, Alan watched as a car with a single lady driver pulled into the car-park. She was not a member, otherwise the car would have had the special luminous disc hanging in the windscreen. She looked very attractive. Who could she be, he wondered? Sir Alan looked on with interest as the lady was being 'serviced' by the three guards. After they had given her what she was clearly looking for, he noticed that a member of the group, a solicitor called Harold, whose fetish was fellatio, approached her car window. He was duly attended to by the lady, resulting in a goodly supply of sperm splattering her face.

After Harold had returned to his car, Alan walked over to the Mazda, where the lady was cleaning her face with tissues, her window still open and the interior light shining.

'Good evening. I hope you're enjoying the fun?' 

The lady looked up at him questioningly. She was quite young, he thought, with a pleasant face, if not one of traditional beauty. She clearly didn't know what to say. 'They guys didn't upset you I hope?'

'Oh no! No, no! They were very courteous, actually.'

'That's good. I should explain that this is a private car park we use for our own personal private enjoyment. I wondered how you came across us?'

She looked at Alan for a moment or two, before deciding that honesty was the best poilcy. 'Well, as a matter of fact, I'm a friend of the owner.'

'Of Sir George?'

'Well, more Lady Sarah, I suppose. I'm Samantha.'

'That's fine then. We are a very discreet set of professionals who like to relax and satisfy the inner needs without undue interference or publicity. Especially publicity. I'm sure you understand.'

'Oh. I wasn't aware that... er...'

Another car had driven into the car park.

'Perhaps I should leave?'

'Not necessary. You have a very attractive body, Samantha, if I may say so. I couldn't help but notice... er... well, most of our members get enjoyment from watching and being watched in the act of fornication. And other similar activities. Exhibitionists mostly, though they all enjoy a good sexual encounter. Would you care to take a look? My name's Alan by the way.'

Samantha really had no alternative. She opened the car door and stepped out, helped by the newcomer. Standing to look over the top of the BMW, she noticed the tailgate of the dark-blue Ford Explorer was up. The rear seats had been folded flat, giving plenty of floor space in the boot. A blanket covered with a plastic sheet, was draped over the frint of the open boot. Lying back on it, her long, stockinged legs held wide and high, exposing her large buttocks, was a well-built lady being penetrated by a rather neat, slender gentleman. Alan led Samantha round the back of the BMW to get a full view of the couple. The man was an Asian guy, in his fifties she guessed, with greying hair sleeked back from his high forehead. With trousers and underwear round his ankles, he was thrusting deeply and rhythmically into her vagina. The woman was moaning, clearly enjoying the attention, whilst the man watched his cock ploughing into her, with a frame of blonde curls surrounding the thudding shaft.

'My wife,' Alan explained quietly. 'She gets a kick out of being watched having sex. As well as the sex itself, of course.'

Samantha looked on in some amazement at the expanse of buttocks. The lady was not fat by any means, Sam thought, but she was big! Her breasts were huge, hanging slightly to each side of her rib-cage, like large balloons, with surprisingly small, pale areola and cherry-pink nipples.

Alan murmured in Sam's right ear. 'Do you mind if I caress your breasts?' She turned to smile at him over her shoulder, as his right hand slipped into the gap of her half-fastened dress. This is so surreal, she thought. Here is an elegant guy fondling my breasts, whilst I myself watch his wife being seriously shagged by an Asian. The feel of Alan's cool hands squeezing her pliant breasts was exhilarating. 

'He's a top surgeon,' she heard Alan explain. 'His wife's in hospital at the moment, so she can't share in the fun. But they both enjoy the occasional fling.' His other hand was now gently rubbing the cheeks of her bottom. In spite of the earlier activities, or perhaps because of them, she found herself responding to the sensuous touch. Attention to her bottom always aroused her sexual interest. Yes, my goodness, she thought. I'm ready for more! Of course, the sight at close quarters of a woman being fucked was an added provocation, pushing her pelvis against the driving shaft, grunting with each stroke. This was something she had never experienced before. Although, during intercourse with her husband, she had often imagined him penetrating another woman's vagina, the reality of examining the sex act in close-up was far more arousing.

Alan was still talking quietly. 'Unfortunately, I'm not too well endowed in the penis department, so Kristina finds the large cocks she enjoys from other men.' but Sam was hardly listening. She was drawn to the woman's trembling body, mesmerized by it, leaning over until her lips brushed the nipples, whilst her hand sneaked over her hairy groin, to feel for the clitoris.

The gentle pressure on her back, encouraged Sam to lean over the rear bumper, allowing the hem of her dress to be lifted and draped round her waist. Her breasts were now squashed against Kristina's left breast, whilst both of Alan's hands lasciviously stroked her bottom. But Sam's close proximity to the Asian surgeon sensed he was reaching his climax. His jerks had become irregular. He was moaning. His head thrown back, eyes closed. With a loud grunt he withdrew from the mass of flesh, snatched off his condom, spewing his load of sperm all over the hairy groin.

By now, Alan was fondling Sam's vulva, exploring the labia and the vestibule with inquisitive fingers. Her whole rear was still soaking with her juices and the earlier ejaculations. As Sam studied the ravished vulva, topped with a golden matt of hair, she felt the blunt end of Alan's penis searching the split between the cheeks of her soft bottom.

Her attention was suddenly drawn to what was happening behind her. Sam sucked in a breath, and stopped. She froze. Was he going to penetrate her bum? Her first instinct was to pull away, but she prevented herself. What the hell, she thought, I might enjoy it! Other people do, she had heard. Perhaps I should try it - I can always withdraw if I don't like it. Confused thoughts raced through her mind as she weighed up whether or not to allow Alan to penetrate her. This was an evening of sexual revelations for Sam. But indecision was too late.

The cock was indeed, preparing to slip into her rectum. Wet and sticky with bodily juices, there would be little resistance to its entrance. Sam was dumbfounded! Never having experienced anal sex before, she had often wondered if she might enjoy it. Now, here it was! A cock preparing to penetrate her bum. Oh God! Did she want this? It was all so unexpected. But it was too late! She sucked in her breath noisily, holding it in anticipation. The cock was suddenly inside her! Up to the hilt in her rectum! Realization dawned, though, that it wasn't hurting. Stretching, yes. But not painfully. Then she remembered. Alan had a small cock!

Closing her eyes, Sam deliberately relaxed her sphincter muscles. She concentrated on the sensation inside her. It was incredible! The smooth action if the fornicating cock inside her was different from vaginal penetration, but curiously exciting. Thrilling, in fact. Yes! It was unbelievably exciting. It was arousing her whole genital area! A wonderful sensation glowed inside, spreading throughout her loins. It grew with each thrust. Yes - yes - yes - it - is - in -cred - ible! Oh God! So heavenly! Yes - yes - un- bel-iev-able! Sam grabbed at her clit, slapping it with her stiffened fingers. As the cock exploded within her, Sam experienced a fantastic orgasm, quite different from the usual sensation. Absolutely fabulous! Wow! She went into orgasmic orbit, never thinking an anal orgasm was possible, but she had exploded into a complete climax.

'Thanks you, Samantha,' was the whisper in her ear. As she recovered from her orgasm, panting for breath, still bent over the rear bumper, she was tempted to respond, 'No, thank you Alan!' But she remained silent, now aware of George now fucking Kristina with his monster penis. The large lady was moaning and squealing like a trapped animal. With some curiosity, Sam slipped her fingers over Kristina's groin, rubbing her clit vigorously.

It was then that Alan stood Sam at the side of his bucking wife, pushing her loins aginst her. Hands reached round her waist, fingers gripping her labia, pulling them apart. 'Pe on her,' he urged. 'Pee on her!' There was no doubt that her bladder was rather eager to fulfil his request. Without questioning, Sam relaxed her bladder to let the golden stream spurt to splash over Kristina's belly and groin, spraying over her body. This was awesome! Je-sus!

But it did the trick. Kristina gasped out loud, bucked and jolted as the orgasm kicked her large body into agonizing ecstacy as Sam's pee soaked her body. Wow! Sam was impressed by Kristina's uninhibited thrashing, George still fucking hard amid the flowing golden rain. So that, she realized as the pee bagan to subside, is what the plastic sheet is for. And George withdrew from her vagina to gush his sperm into the pubic hair and navel.

Almost embarrassed by what she had done, Sam straightened her dress, fastening the buttons. Alan passed her a disc. 'Now you're a member, you're welcome anytime, Samantha. Just hang that in your windscreen when you arrive.' In a daze, still reeling from the recent experience, Sam moved away quickly, crossed to her car, slipping into the driving seat.

The drive home was something of a dream for Sam. She couldn't get her head round the fact that she'd been indulging in the wildest sexual experience ever. Surely it was a different person inhabiting her body - not really her. The Samantha she knew could never behave like that - but she had! The scent of sperm on her fingers was a reminder for her. Her body was smeared with it. What on earth had possessed her to do it? Should she regret it, she wondered? Hell, no! It was a staggering experience. The final act of anal sex was the climax of the evening. Unbelievable. Perhaps she should try doing it again - all of it!

After stripping off in the bedroom, Sam felt her vulva cautiously. It seemed the same as usual. There were no after effects she could detect of the battering it had sustained. Nor her bottom. A careful examination in the dressing mirror showed no signs of bruising nor any other marks, though sperm was still tickling down her inner thigh. It was as if she hadn't undergone those sexual excesses. A long hot shower, with her favorite gels and then her body lotion made her feel herself again. It was during the shower that she suddenly asked herself if George and Sarah indulged. Surely not, she thought! Not George! Sarah, perhaps, but not George, she insisted to herself.

Lying in bed, she recalled the events of the evening. It had served its purpose. But had it really happened? She felt beautifully relaxed inside. There was no inner craving. With the memory of Alan sliding his penis into her rectum, Sam drifted into a happy, peaceful sleep. But not for long.

Opening one eye to glance at the bed-side clock, Sam saw that it was almost half past midnight. The cool draught of air under the duvet had brought her out of her rest, as James slid quietly into bed beside her. With her back to him, she closed her eyes, vaguely wondering whether or not her husband had been having sex with the beautiful nurse. She didn't care, really. Not since her own wonderful experience earlier in the evening. It was some kind of revenge, she supposed, although she hadn't seen it in that light.

James cuddled up into the curve of her body, throwing his arm across her. Sam held her breath for a brief moment. It was some time since James had got so close to her. Mmm! Then she realized that he, too, had showered. The body spray he used had a lovely seductive scent. Sam was surprised. He usually just got under the duvet and went straight to sleep. Why this change in routine? It was then she felt the stirring of his penis against the cheeks of her bottom. His hand had slid down her hip, gently stroking the top of her thigh. Er...? What's this, she thought? But the fingers held the hem of her nightie, drawing it up, so that he could creep his fingers into the crack of her bottom. That's nice, she purred. Now what?

The roving palm of his hand caressed the soft buttock, getting closer all the time to the crack between her cheeks. To Samantha, this looked very much like an overture to a sexual encounter. But they hadn't had intercourse for months. Why now? Why, when she had recently enjoyed the attentions of five different guys? But she didn't really question it too much. James' sensitive fingers were already exploring the soft flesh between her thighs. In spite of all her earlier sexual activities, her vagina responded in its usual way. Sam started to lubricate. Her clit began to thicken and her vulva to swell. This was what usually happened when Sam's genitals were fondled. She lay there without moving, but gently buzzing beneath the skin.

Pressing against her thigh was a now erect penis. It certainly looked as though she was about to enjoy a sixth cock! Without trying to understand why this change in James, Sam quietly whimpered with pleasure. After a few moment of foreplay, her husband hoisted his upper leg across her thighs, seeking her vagina with the plum of his penis. Having found it, he slowly inserted it into the wonderful, slippery entrance to her deepest mystery. After holding it there for a few moments, reveling in the sensation of his cock being engulfed by a warm vagina, James soon found an easy rhythm, sliding fully in and out of her, whilst tasting her juices on his fingers. Sam wondered if the vagina had fully recovered from its earlier exertions, and whether or not James would notice a difference.

But James was too engrossed in what he was doing to worry about judging the capacity of his wife's vagina. It felt the same to him as before - gloriously soft and juicy. It wasn't long before his tensions began to rise. Sam was responding with trembling hips, rhythmically squeezing her vaginal muscles, gripping the shaft that was giving her so much pleasure. Helped by some manipulation of her clitoris, Sam managed her orgasm to coincide with James exploding deep inside her.

They lay together without speaking for a few moments before James whispered in her ear : 'I've been neglecting you Sam. Sorry. I intend making up for it though. Often!'

After switching on the bedside lamp, he went down on her, making love to her vulva with his mouth, savoring its taste. James felt the loins deep within her, tighten and the hips begin to stir and jerk. Paying more attention to the clitoris and its hair-covered shaft with his teeth and tongue, the flexing became more urgent. Sam pressed his head closer to her genitals, quietly murmuring with delight, until her hips arched with a light shudder. That glorious fizzing sensation developing deep in her loins was rising to the surface, trembling along the clitoral shaft. A piteous cry of joyful despair announced the orgasm Sam had been reaching for.

Pulling away from the vulva, James was aware of the dribbles of Sam's vaginal emission trickle over the puckered entrance to her other passage. He rubbed the juices over it, studying the wrinkled opening, before taking his erect cock in his hand, placing the end against it. It fascinated him. To penetrate the rectum was an ultimate expression of esteem between a couple. Sam had always refused anal sex. But not tonight. That was strange, he thought - but exciting. The cock edged and nudged into the dark passage bit by bit, the rectum stretching to accommodate the intruder. He pushed slowly, using his thumbs to make the opening larger, until he was fully embedded. With joy in his heart, James slowly fucked her superb arse until the second coming of sperm, unwilling to remain dormant for long, rose from deep within him to spurt into her, flooding the nether hole.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 18



Sam realized that she had given her anal virginity to a stranger, as she felt her rectum flood with the warm fluid. But with James, it had been just as fantastic as the first time. Different! She squirmed and murmured with relaxed happiness as she felt her rectum fill with ther warm sperm. James was the best, she decided, if not the biggest. Perhaps she wouldn't require another dogging session - though it had been a phenomenal experience for her. She thanked Alan silently for persuading her to engage in anal intercourse. She loved it! And so did James.

Sam knew instinctively that James had finished with his mistress. Or she with him. Either way, they were together again. And she was right. His nurse had turned her attention elsewhere. To a junior consultant. They make better husbands for young attractive nurses. Besides, James was already married.

They slept peacefully. Her new life would begin in the morning. She was looking forward to the adventure. 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 19



Chapter 19: SARAH SEDUCES HER DAUGHTER IN LAW

There was a quizzical look on Bessie's face. Whilst mixing a salad in a large bowl, she was watching her step mother preparing vegetables at the kitchen table. Sarah was forty-nine, only eight years older than herself, but more beautiful, in Bessie's opinion. She was elegance itself with her tall, graceful figure with blonde hair - almost burnished gold, she thought - now tied back. Even in her dressing gown, she looked the perfect lady. Bessie studied the perfectly straight nose and high cheek bones, the pale pink lips without lipstick. Even without make-up Sarah presented a flawless skin, with a natural blush over her cheek bones. No wonder Sir George had snapped her up for his wife after his first wife, Henry's mother, died in a tragic air accident!

Sarah turned her head suddenly, as though she sensed she was being scrutinized. Their eyes met and Bessie quickly smiled. "Is anything the matter?' Sarah asked with an inquisitive smile. She was paused, half bent over the table, her hands paused holding a carrot and peeler.

Bessie gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Good heavens, no. I was just admiring you, Sarah. You are so attractive, you know. How do you do it?" She took a sip of her dry Martini.

Sarah smiled back, holding Bessie's eyes for a fraction whilst sipping from her own cocktail glass, before saying "Thank you, Bess. You're not so bad looking yourself, though. You make Henry a wonderful escort." And she returned to peeling the carrots, dropping them into a cullender, whilst Bessie prepared the salad, smiling quietly at her thoughts. She was wondering, not for the first time, if Sarah really was bi-sexual. She herself had toyed with the idea of sex with other women, with Sarah, particularly in more recent years. Bessie was, she supposed, what they call bi-curious.

After twenty years of marriage, with dwindling passion with Henry, Bessie thought she was ready for something new, though another man was out of the question. Henry was okay in bed, but that was it. At first, of course, they fucked like crazy every day, when the could. He was a handsome well-built guy with what it takes in the cock department. Pity he didn't really know what to do with it. It was usually necessary for her to finish off herself with her fingers. Henry didn't quite have the knack of giving her wild orgasms. Or even tame ones! The lust had become rather luke-warm. Even so, she would do nothing to risk her future title when Henry eventually inherited the family ancestral home.

But another woman - well, that was different. Not really cheating on your husband, since there would be no penile penetration. And were it to be some one in the family. That would be much more discreet - depending on the other woman of course, since women tended not to brag about their sexual conquests, as men did. Bessie had taken to reading erotic lesbian stories on the internet, which led her to speculate on the possible experience of lesbian sex, whilst slowly masturbating under the bed covers whilst Henry showered.

Whilst at boarding school, Bess had the usual frolic with other girls, but it was mostly curiosity and getting to know her developing body, rather than sex with other girls. Making herself go 'pop' was all part of the experiments. But for some time now she had thought her step mother, Lady Sarah, was enjoying sex with another lady. Well, with Susanna, actually. The parish vicar's wife of all people. The thought fueled her Sapphic lust as her sensitive fingers excited her clitoris.

Unbelievable! But Bessie had decided to approach Sarah with the thought. She would choose her moment to ask Sarah quietly and tactfully. She was pretty sure Sarah wouldn't be embarrassed and would be honest with her. They had always been open with each other about personal matters. In fact they had already exchanged what they remembered of their Christmas morning sexual antics with their husbands. For Sarah it was an annual ritual. She was amused to hear that it was also a similar event in Bessie's bed. Both agreed that it was more of a duty than a thrilling experience. So talk of sex was not unusual between them, causing no embarrassment.

Bessie had been led to her conclusion about Sarah's bi-sexuality when her mother had spent the weekend with her friend Sue, the vicar's wife, at their London flat during the summer, whilst she, Bessie, and Henry were in the country. Returning to her home, she immediately sensed a curious atmosphere in the flat - something that she couldn't account for. A strong sexuality. And odd things like empty champagne and Martini bottles in the waste - nothing wrong with that, but the freshly laundered bed linen and bath towels. Bessie would have sent it to the laundry as soon as she got back, but for some reason Sarah had done it all herself at the laundrette before leaving.

Why, she wondered? Stains maybe? Quite possibly, Bessie thought.

Her speculations were interrupted by Sarah. 'You're miles away darling. Penny for them.'

'Ah. Sorry! Oh dear - I might blush!' And true to her word, a pink flush spread over her cheeks. She giggled.

'Oh, then I can see you were having naughty thoughts. Hey, Bess - share and share alike.' Sarah laughed lightly. 'I could do with some light relief for Christmas day. Was there something else in bed this morning?'

Swallowing hard , Bessie just burst out 'To tell you the truth, Sarah, I was just speculating in my mind how it would feel to make love with another woman.'

Sarah gasped with amusement. 'Goodness Bessie! Did watching me give you that idea?'

Bessie gave her a questioning look, eyes smiling, head to one side. Sarah said nothing. She had stopped what she was doing and looked Bessie in the eye. She noticed the twinkle and penetrating look.

'It must be exciting. The thought sure turns me on anyway. And I have the idea that my step mother is not without experience in such matters. I hope you don't mind.'

Sarah laughed and took a sip of her Martini. 'What makes you think that darling?'

'We-e-ell! I think that you and Sue are what is called an item.' Sarah looked at her with a half-smile of astonishment. 'And I thought it must be a lot of fun between two attractive ladies. Particularly sharing a London flat for the week-end.'

Bessie turned away from Sarah's surprised face, her eyes twinkling, busying herself with the napkins. She hummed 'Silent Night'.

Sarah recollected with fondness, the weekend Bessie had mentioned. It was the first time that she and Sue had shared a bed for two whole nights. Utter bliss! Such a wonderful revelation. But how did Bessie guess? They had only been an 'item' for a few weeks, since her vicar husband had taken over the parish. Coffee mornings together in the vicarage had been their usual rendevous for a passionate hour. Both wives had confessed earlier indiscretions - particularly Sue who had gone through a lesbian affair with the schoolmaster's wife. To say nothing of the head nineteen year old choirboy. And her daughter! All of which had stoked the fire of lust in them both. Such a celebration of lesbian sex!

Now looking at Bessie's body as she was leaning over the edge of the table, Sarah was impressed. Yes! She was in good shape. Sarah had always jealously admired the curves of her step daughter, and her large firm breasts, privately speculating how it would feel to suckle them. The shape of her well-rounded buttocks was clearly visible beneath the silk dressing gown, sending ripples of interest inside her belly. The fabric hugged the curves and the cleavage was clearly marked. Her eyes devoured the lovely shape. Unable to resist, Sarah placed her palm gently on the right swelling, making a soft circular movement.

Mmm. Nice! If Bessie is bi-curious, Sarah thought, perhaps it would be fun to take advantage of her curiosity and satisfy her own at the same time. 'It's as well we're still in dressing gowns.'

Bessie stiffened slightly at the feel of Sarah's hand touching her bottom with feather-light fingers. This was unexpected. She never imagined that Sarah would approach her so soon. She had only just mentioned bisexuality! Good heavens! Perhaps she was imagining things. Her mind was in a whirl. What should she do, she wondered? Thinking about it is one thing, but to actually do it is another.

Like so many women, though, Bessie was really turned on by having the curves of her bottom explored and stroked. And she was rather proud of her own. At the feel Sarah's touch, she froze, holding her breath, allowing an unexpected sensation of pleasure to percolate through her loins, stimulating her vaginal glands to exude their precious nectar, in anticipation of need. She felt slightly embarrassed by it.

Should she pull away? Bessie hadn't prepared herself for it to happen so soon. So quickly. She had an idea that Sarah was about to explore with her fingers! Oh my goodness! Her mind told her that she should hang on a bit - think it through - talk to Sarah. Discuss it first. But her body was in no mood to wait. Her breathing was unsteady and her mouth had dried up.

Oh yes! Incredible sensations! This could be it! She held her breath in anticipation.

Feeling no resistance to her advances, Sarah took this as a signal for Bessie's approval, rather than of her uncertainty. She widened the area of her caresses. 'You have a very, very attractive bottom,' she whispered. 'I can't resist touching it. I do admire bums so much.'

When Bessie straightened up, turning to Sarah with a serious look on her face, Sarah met her eyes searching their depths for a few seconds, before leaning in to kiss her lips gently for a second. Their eyes met, inviting more. Sarah could see the hesitation in Bessie's eyes. Perhaps she was having second thoughts. She kissed Bessie on the mouth again, all the while letting her fingers play sensuously with the crack of Bessie's bottom. As their kiss deepened, Sarah managed to lift the hem of the gown above the cheek, allowing her hand to slip into the warm cleavage with its silk-like skin.

'Mmm! Silky smooth skin,' Sarah murmured into Bessie's mouth.

Wow! She was breathless! With her first sensual kiss with another woman, Bessie was enraptured by the feel of soft lips against hers. So exquisite. So warm and tender. No roughness. No hardness. All feminine. Oh yes! It felt so very good. So very erotic. Bessie could take any amount of such kisses. Making her horny. She threw caution to the winds. What the hell. Why not? If she backed off now she might never get another chance with her beautiful mother. Her misgivings were forgotten with that kiss and fondle. It was now or never.

Bessie turned to face Sarah, encircling her waist with her arms, drawing her close, hands sliding down the back of Sarah's thighs, as the kiss became more passionate and deep. Feeling Sarah's tongue slide between her lips, sweeping from side to side, pushing further into her mouth, was wonderful. Bessie gave herself up to the remarkable sensuous feel of probing tongue against tongue. This was something else again, she thought. Something to really enjoy.

Oh yes! This was terrific! She moaned softly.

The reaction from Bessie delighted Sarah. She had though that maybe Bessie would be a little tense and nervous, and withdraw after the first tentative kiss. But far from it. She was offering herself freely. Little did she know of Bessie's misgivings, how close she had been to rejecting her advances. Now was the time to indulge in the search for Bessie's breasts. Those luscious beautiful mounds of essential female that she admired. Her own were of modest size, in contrast to Bessie's firm full tits. Her free hand slipped into the top of the gown, her fingers lightly caressing the upper slopes of the unsupported breasts. Still kissing deeply, Sarah took the engorged nipple between thumb and second finger, rolling it gently. Feeling Bessie's gasp in her mouth gave encouragement. And the fingers exploring the crack of her own bottom were very erotic.

'I have always admired your beautiful breasts, Bess. Wanted to feel them and caress them.'

Bessie sighed.

Hmm! Thus was going better that Sarah could have anticipated. Her own juices were already flowing freely. She felt the warm dribble at the top of her thigh.

Bessie's gown had fallen open to expose her slightly rounded belly and wonderful breasts, firm though sagging a little under their sheer weight. Large brown, puckered areola, their edges rounded with pronounced pimples, the M glands. Areola now swollen to accentuate the stiff dark nipples. As she latched her mouth over the right one, Sarah allowed her free hand to rub lightly over the smooth belly, finger tips delving into the top of the patch of ginger-red curls covering the mound. It was hard and swollen with lust already. With Bessie panting heavily, it was clear that she was wanting more exploration by those fingers. Between her thighs in particular. They were rippling with tension. When Sarah's fingers barely touched the tip of the clitoris, Bessie's knees buckled.

'Oh my God!' Bessie gasped. This was unbelievably thrilling! Once she had overcome her caution, she knew she wanted Sarah to feel her all over. Let's face it, she couldn't have resisted for long, even if she wanted to! Those delicate fingers. That soft mouth against hers. Go for it! Oh fuck! Her knees were like jelly. She had to lean back against the edge of the table for support.

Finding Bessie's legs crumpling and parting, Sarah had easier access to slide her hand between the thighs. Her palm cupped the hairy vulva, feeling the contours of thick, puckered labia. Very warm and wet with sticky juices oozing from the vagina. After lifting her fingers to her nose, to sample Bessie's unique scent, scooped onto her fingers, Sarah slowly sank to her knees in front of her daughter, easing her thighs over her own shoulders. Legs splayed well apart, Sarah gazed on the most beautiful of sights, wallowing in the aroma. So scrumptious. To her, one of the wonders of the natural world. The female vulva. And Bessie's was a superb example of the ultimate female mystery, with its large fleshy labia, like crumpled silk, festooned from the clitoral apex. White vaginal fluid had gathered in a small pool at the base of the vulbva, and was now overflowing, trickling over the ridge, collecting in the center of her coral-colored rosebud.

This was the seventh aroused vulva Sarah had explored. But every new one was a fresh adventure for her. Each is different from the others. All an equally fascinating exploration of the mysterious essence of woman. She could never understand her obsession with them. Until a few years ago, she had thought herself uninterested in other women. It wasn't until she found Susannah at that portentous lunch engagement, that they both realized that they were inexplicably drawn together to discover their bisexuality. What a revelation that was! It was like being re-born! So began the series of sexual adventures with other women, though she and Sue had remained firm lovers every since. 

As Sarah compared the lovely model of the vulva in front of her eyes, with others she had known, her finger and thumb spread the engorged labia open to reveal the wet vestibule with its ridges of flesh, like a second set of inner labia, culminating in an irregular pink cluster round the gateway to the altar of her lust. Superb!

With a sigh of admiration, Sarah studied its abundance of glistening flesh bursting from the vulva. She blew gently on the dilating vagina before snaking out her tongue to touch the bloated clitoris. The voluptuous body lurched with an involuntary reaction. A gasping cry as the vagina contracted again. Hands grasped Sarah's head and thrust it hard against the juicy labia, her nose pressing against the erect clitoris. The aroma and taste were delectable.

Bessie gasped. 'For God's sake don't stop!'

Sarah had no intention of stopping. She was going to give Bessie the orgasm of her life. She fastened her lips over the clitoris and started to hum loudly. The vibrations of her lips made Bessie whine and cry out. 'Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Her young partner had never experienced anything remotely like the sublime sexual sensations that were stimulating every nerve in her body. Bessie had never felt more alive. The soft mouth of another woman suckling her pussy was out of this world. Overwhelming! Her whole body was trembling. Muscles rippling. Leaning against the table, holding the edge with both hands, her thighs hanging over Sarah's shoulders, legs like jelly, muscles tensed and loins stiffened as a contraction, like a huge wave, made them lurch and Bessie to cry out in agonized ecstacy. Her loins bouncing up and down on Sarah's shoulders, out of Bessie's control.

'Oh Fuck!' Ecstacy filling her to overflowing! She gasped loudly 'I'm coming!'

Completely unable to stop her body from shaking, the unbelievable spasms were coming thick and fast. Her loins jerked. Again and again. Bessie had never before had such a fantastic orgasms, or heaving multiple orgasms jolting her body. Oh my god! The painful pleasure was out of this world, blocking her mind from anything else. She was in a seventh-heaven. In was overwhelming her mind. 

With her vaginal muscles dilating and contracting in quick succession, splashes of come squirted onto Sarah's face. Oh god! This was a new experience! She ejaculated! Another! And another! Oh fuck! What would Sarah think of her?

With her face tight against Bessie's groin, Sarah watched enthralled as the vagina opened like a flower, to expose the internal muscles flexing, as a splash of creamy cum fell onto her own chin. Gosh! Wonderful! With thighs still trembling uncontrollably, a second splash squirted into Sarah's open mouth. So sweet and mouth-watering!

As the orgasm finally began to subside, Sarah still drove her fingers deep into the vagina, with her tongue swirling over the clit, lips humming heavily against it. Another wave suddenly shook Bessie, lifting her to a second climactic peak. 'Oh no! Oh my God!' she cried, gasping for breath. 'This is fantastic!' The third convulsion in her belly was even bigger. Sarah was chewing her labia hungrily. Bessie's body jerked upwards, her thighs gripping Sarah's head, as she panted loudly. 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Oh my God!' Her belly juddered. She couldn't stop it. 'Oh God!' she kept repeating her plea!

Sarah reached for the carrot from the dish on the table, whilst Bessie was writhing and moaning. Dipping it quickly into the tub of butter, when the fifth unbelievable spasm rose in Bessie's belly, Sarah pushed the buttered carrot straight and deep into her bum. She yelled out 'Ker-rist!!' With muscles shaking fiercely, racking her body, she heaved and squirmed. Bouncing heavily on Sarah's shoulders, she cried out yet again, the orgasm reaching its peak, exploding like a star burst in her head, sending flashes of ecstacy throughout her whole body, leaving her breathless and utterly shattered.

Never in her life had Bessie experienced anything so explosive, shaking every muscle and nerve in her body, lifting her to climatic heights she had never dreamed of. Shaking her head violently from side to side, she was panting heavily. Her first multiple orgasm had left her comletely exhausted. And rather bewildered by her own violence. The intrusion of the carrot deep into her bum was a surprising, unexpected additional kick to the orgasm. Gob-smacked hardly described it!

After a few moments of gazing on the glorious vulva, Sarah slowly lowered Bessie's thighs to the floor, opening her own gown for Bessie to finger the hard nipples, and to offer her thighs begging for exploration. She saw her step-daughter's eyes staring at her belly and the trimmed tuft of blonde public curls. Sliding off the table, she knelt in front of Sarah, pressing her face against the vulva, fingers grappling with the labia and clitoris. Accompanied by a stifled growl, Sarah felt lips and tongue searching her vulva.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 19



Grasping the top of the head, Sarah ground her pelvis against Bessie's eager mouth. The exploration of Bessie's body and her violent orgasms, had already brought her very close to her own climax. A new vulva was always a thrilling event. Her whole being was buzzing. Now, as the tongue tormented her juice-filled vulva, the excited vagina and clitoris, Sarah felt the tension mounting quickly. That wonderful sensation in her loins. Toes curling and knees trembling, she was unable to prevent herself from shaking, her thighs from shuddering as the orgasm gripped her body. Pressing her loins hard against the mouth, her head fell back. Her eyes screwed up in agony. 'Arrrrrgh!' That tremendous, overwhelming joy coursed through her like a huge wave crashing over her.

Exploring and tonguing her mother's vulva was an amazing event Bessie had often fantasized about but never really expected to actually achieve. It was totally gob-smacking! It was a marvelous sight. Bessie was in a dreamworld. Here she was, admiring the most secret aroused private part of her mother-in-law displayed in front of her eyes.

She inhaled deeply, savoring the powerful scent. Sweet and slightly pungent. It somehow suited her mother. Her tongue scooped the vaginal nectar, smearing it over her lips. Delicious! From now on she wouldn't have to speculate what it looked like or smelled like, or tasted, as she masturbated privately in her bed. She knew! She had seen and tasted it all! The soft labia. The trimmed golden public hair, the nectar. The glistening clitoris, erect and larger than she had imagined, protruding from its protective hood.

Her fingers explored the whole area, labia and vagina. This was what she'd often dreamed about. To feel Sarah's private places. Beyond the vulva she encountered the warm dark puckered rosebud. Her fingers rubbed the rim lightly, coated with the overflowing juices which had spilled down the right inner thigh, over Sarah's bottom. Taking her cue from the carrot in her bum, as Sarah reached into her very depths to release the orgasm, Bessie pushed her middle finger deep into the bum. The result was explosive and very satisfying!

'Fuck! Yes!' Sarah yelled as the wild spasms rippled through her in rapid succession, convulsions gripping her loins, jerking her thighs, her body held tense, until, with a loud long sigh, the ultimate thrill finally began to subside.

'Phew!'

Bessie was aware of her own inexperience in lesbian sex, and couldn't really believe it was all happening. But her lack of experience hardly mattered in the heat of lust. Sarah was in charge, after all, pressing Bessie's face forcefully against the warm silky labia and clitoris. Grinding against her, hips rotating, moaning with delight. Using Bessie's lips and tongue, bringing on her orgasm, with Bessie's finger in her bum triggering the final eruption.

Bessie could hardly believe she'd given Sarah an orgasm. Next time will be better, Bessie thought.

Standing slowly, Bessie took Sarah in her arms as she smiled, a bit sheepishly. 'Wow, Sarah! That was so ... absolutely out of this world. I never knew my orgasms could be so long and violent. Or so draining. Or so fucking wonderful!' she laughed.

Sarah smiled back, panting for breath. 'Better than a man! You are a natural darling. I can tell that I shall not be your last lesbian lover.'

'Wow! Not if I can help it. And to think what I've been missing this all these years.'

'I can give you the name of a very lovely young French lady in the cocktail bar at Dolphin Square. Susanna and I had a superb time with her.'

'Sarah! In my flat?'

'Yes! She'll really give you a wonderful time. She has a few others in the Square to service on a regular basis! Including MP's bored wives.'

'Gosh! Can't wait!'

'Mention my name. Now, lets shower together. We shall enjoy exploring each other rather less feverishly before the men get back. Enjoy our new-found affection.' She was eager to examine that over abundant fleshy vulva again.

'Oh, they'll be ages yet!'

'Good!' Sarah took her daughter's hand and hurried her into the bathroom with its large shower cubicle, where they both quickly dropped their gowns to the floor to step into the warmth of the shower, soaping each other eagerly. Both dying to search every part of the other's body. 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 20



KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY

There was no doubt about it. Emily was on a sexual high as she drove away from the vicarage after eating a quick breakfast alone. Toast and coffee. Her father was still getting dressed and she had no wish to have a casual conversation over breakfast having had sex with him in his bed earlier that morning. Three times! Emily laughed to herself. Three times he came! So any chat at breakfast might be rather embarrassing for them both.

But she had now seduced both her parents and found both experiences thrilling and very erotic. She felt ten feet tall! She couldn't wait to tell Susan.

Her mother was in London with her friend, Lady Sarah, spending the weekend in her step son's flat in Dolphin Square. Emily was sure that the two of them were what is called an item. Lovers! Cool! She herself was bi-sexual, with her college friend Susan and knew the awesome times that can be had between two sexy young ladies. And the not-so-young!

After getting onto the M1 North, Emily settled back, looking forward to the party she going to. It was her grandparents ruby wedding, though her father didn't really get on with his parents, and besides, Sunday was his busy day. So he had sent his apologies, hoping his daughter Emily would 'represent' him and Susannah. It was to be an afternoon buffet and barbecue in the grounds of their spacious house in the country. And with the sun shining, it looked like being a good day for all.

Her thoughts drifted back to her mother, recollecting how it had been rumoured that her mum had encouraged a young man from the church choir. The gossip was that Susannah had allowed the young man to have sex with her, but Emily could hardly believe that. Gosh! Not her mother, she told herself. But behind the serene facade of her mother's bearing might lay a hot passionate sexual desire!

The images of her mother being shagged by a youth like Andrew, his long cock banging in and out of her wet vagina, accompanied by moans of pleasure and grunts of delight were vivid in Emily's mind. She had always enjoyed a wonderful imagination ever since she could remember. Playing out fantasies in her mind had been a favourite occupation, particularly when she was feeling horny, which was most of the time! And now her mother was spending the weekend in London with her friend, Lady Sarah. She pondered the possibility of them having a thing going between them. She could visualize them rolling together on the bed, kissing and playing with each other's genitals. Hear their moans and squeals.

From there, her mind easily strayed to the memory of her father's cock, penetrating her that very morning, under the sheets he fucked her mother. It was awesome to think that she could have conceived her own sister. Wow! The thought made her giggle to herself! Just think! Giving birth to your own sister! Her father's daughter and grand-daughter in one! Though she guessed it happened more often that people cared to believe. The memory of the cock thrusting in and out of her was pleasant, even though it had been necessary for her to bring about her own orgasm with her fingers. But what a sensation! Thinking of the event had made her flood her knickers again. Thank goodness she had an extra absorbent liner in there!

As the thoughts drifted from one sexual image to another, her hand had strayed between her thighs, cupping the warm patch between her thighs. Hmm! She had always enjoyed sex very much, for as long as she could remember, with few inhibitions to deter her, even though her father was a priest. Her own self ministrations were equally satisfying. Emily often wondered whether or not other women were as horny as she was herself? Thought about sex as often? Masturbated with the same frequency? Watched pornographic videos?

It was her Aunt Angie who had first talked to her about sex and the female body. Her Aunt had once, several years ago, disturbed Emily whilst she was examining her mother's soiled knickers in the washing box. Emily was intrigued by her mother's stained panties, and loved to smell their pungent scent. That embarrassing event had resulted in her aunt sitting beside her on her bed, explaining about the vulva, the secretions from the vagina and orgasms, and how it was no sin to bring them about yourself.

As an illustration, Aunt Angie had removed her own knickers to demonstrate. Emily still recalled her surprise at seeing her Aunt's vulva, as she peeled off her knickers, exposing a mass of tangled auburn hair, though neatly trimmed. She was great, her aunt Angie. She talked about sex as she would talk about making a cake. There had been no embarrassment between them whatsoever. Emily had watched in astonishment as her aunt massaged her vulva with the two middle fingers of her right hand, parting the labia with them to show the oozing fluid from the centre of the cluster of fleshy lumps surrounding her vagina.

Emily loved talking about sex with her, though she never admitted knowing that her cousin Ferdie claimed to have fucked his mum. In any case, she hadn't know whether or not to believe Ferdie when he told her having had sex with his mother. Though he had known about the colour of her pubic hair. But being a red-head, that's not surprising. Still, Emily could believe it of them, though she was less willing to accept that her aunt was a high-class porn star and model. Ferdie insisted that she worked in the camera studio with her husband, as a model for other members of the club. Certainly, Ferdie knew what to do when it came to sexual intercourse.

Although it was still fairly early, Emily decided that she needed a break and a coffee. The Trowell service area was only a mile away. It wouldn't do to get to her grand parents too early, so a leisurely stop was called for.

After filling up with fuel, Emily parked her white Fiesta near to the amenities building. The large café area was very quiet. Tables and chairs set out in serried ranks, parallel to the large windows overlooking the motorway. She quickly got a fresh express coffee, finding a table by the window. As she stirred the milk into her cup, she became aware of someone looking at her. That eerie feeling that you're being watched. The hair at the back of her neck bristled a warning. She looked round, slowly. Not many people in the café. Two tables away to her left was a young woman staring at her. As their eyes met, the woman held her look before quickly averting her eyes to her coffee cup.

Well! She's attractive though, Emily thought casually, studying the woman. Not what you'd call a raving beauty, but ... yes ... attractive. She speculated more about her. Emily guessed her to be early twenties. A bit overweight perhaps. Probably called Mary, she thought, for no particular reason. Tanned face with fairly chubby cheeks, eyes set wide apart from the straight, small nose. Medium height, she thought, even though she was sitting down. The straight dark hair was cut rather short. A white blouse with a generous gap suggested a well endowed bosom.

As Emily studied her casually, the woman lifted her eyes over her cup to meet those of Emily again. This time, they became more enmeshed. Rather inquisitive. Asking questions? A hint of a smile turned the corners of the other woman's full mouth. A touch of coral-colored lipstick.

Emily smiled back. Encouraging.

There was definitely something meaningful in the exchange. As they each sipped their coffees, their eyes never faltered. Emily was trying to work out what was lying behind the gleam in the Mary's eyes. Her smile became a little wider as Mary's hand moved to her blouse to pull the lapel to one side - only by and inch or so, but enough to suggest she wanted to show Emily rather more.

Cool!

Emily's eyes moved to the swelling of the creamy breasts. Which was what she knew was intended of course. Perhaps she should respond in kind. Without giving it much thought, feeling a bit wicked, after a quick look round to make sure no-one else was looking, Emily drew back the right lapel and slid her fingers into the top of the bra as if inviting the woman to follow suit. It was then that Emily noticed the parted legs beneath the table. A short skirt did little to prevent her seeing a flash of blue briefs. Was this deliberate, she wondered? Well, in conjunction with the open blouse, it had to be.

Feeling rather risque herself, Emily opened her own thighs a few inches. Her miniskirt was hardly sufficient to hide her own thong. It made her smile to herself to see the other woman's eyes drawn by curiosity to the sight. Whilst lifting the coffee cup to her lips, Emily sneaked her other hand between her legs, letting her long fingers touch her crotch. The other woman's eyes opened wide in surprise. It felt naughty having some stranger watch as she fingered herself between the thighs. In fact, Emily could easily have slid fingers into her vulva to rub her clit. Feeling horny, she eased the thong to one side, rubbing her exposed labia briefly before closing her thighs with a wide smile.

There was no doubt that the other woman was entranced by Emily's exploring fingers. Her own were rubbing the outside of her knickers in a circular motion. The two middle fingers. To add to the fun, Emily lifted her fingers to her mouth to lick them sexily. Mary's jaw dropped. Emily gave a little laugh to herself.

Enough! Emily should go to the ladies room to make herself comfortable before continuing her journey. It was in the other direction to the table Mary was sitting at. Gathering up her handbag and keys, Emily stood and left the table without so much as a glance at Mary.

The rest room was empty when Emily pushed through the door. But no sooner had she stepped inside than the door opened again, behind her. She turned to see who had followed her inside. There stood the young lady, her eyes gleaming, fixed on Emily. Mary! She stepped towards Emily, her cheeks flushed, putting one arm round her. Suddenly Emily was kissed on the mouth. Not surprisingly, she was taken aback by the suddenness of the approach. She felt Mary's other hand lift the mini skirt, fingers push down beneath the top of her thong, straight through the mass of her pubic hair until they reached her clitoris.

Wow!

With a gasp of astonishment, Emily's body flexed at the unexpected touch of another woman. She was already well lubricated as the fingers slid down the crack to search between her labia. Grappling with her pussy, Mary was pushing her bodily backwards. Into a disabled cubicle. The door pushed closed with a foot, a breathless Emily leaned against the back of the cubicle as Mary dropped to her knees.

It was all happening so quickly. Mary had yanked the thong to one side, pushing her face against Emily's wet vulva. Oh god! This was wonderful! Astonishing, but so good. A feverish tongue lapping fiercely at her clit. Three fingers driven deep into the vagina. She grasped the head in both hands, to thrust it hard against the groin. The mouth and nose rubbing, fingers fucking her fast. Tongue exploring the whole vulva. Eating her! She was coming! Oh my god! Her loins rose and jerked. The orgasm slammed into her belly. Knees like jelly. Thighs shaking out of control.

Oh fuck! Shit! Phew! Body still trembling.

Now, Mary was pushing on Emily's shoulders, forcing her onto her knees. A naked vulva was suddenly pressed into Emily's face. A large lump of clitoris. Gosh! Big! Almost like a cock! Knees wide apart on either side of her shoulders. Emily gripped the labia between her lips. Chewing the fantastic, oversize clit. Tasting. Tongue penetrating the open vagina. Creamy and warm. Oozing with sex juices. Tangy and strong-tasting. Mary moaning and breathing fast. Slimy warm fluid like thick cream, rubbing over her mouth and chin. The big swollen clitoris between her lips. The vagina dribbling heavily. Chewing and sucking the whole vulva. The loins were heaving against her face. Hair grinding against her cheek. A wild convulsion with a series of urgent grunts. Mary was coming!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Loud urgent whispers. The vulva pressed violently against her mouth.

Wow!

Deep breathing. Panting for breath, 

Briefs were replaced swiftly over the groin, mini skirt smoothed down. The door opened and Mary disappeared, leaving Emily squatting against the cubicle wall, her skirt round her waist, her mouth smeared with Mary's thick juices.

Fucking hell! What a quick encounter. Incredible! A woman's head poked round the door with a look of concern, asking if she's feeling ok? Yea! Just tripped over she explained. Nothing to worry about, thanks. But before wiping the pussy juice from her mouth, Emily's tongue tested the musky taste. Mm! 

She freshened up her face and repaired her make-up. When a composed Emily got back into the café area, Mary was long gone. Emily paid her tab before returning to her car. Looking around, still no Mary. Ah well!

The birthday party was a grand affair. Exclusive road-house restaurant with a large marquee where the food was served. Many guests and relatives of her Gran's side chatted away. Expensive food and drink in abundance, buffet style. Well, money was no object to her grandparents. They had made a fortune with a photographic studio in the center of the city, which had been started up by his ancestors, way back in the 1880's when photography was plates, flash bulbs and developing tanks. They had since become a very prestigious and exclusive studio, covering all the big society weddings in the area. Emily's grandfather was a very clever photographer, capturing the most attractive feature of any sitter, and flattering their image. The business blossomed and boomed.

Henry decided to create a small exclusive photographic club specializing in 'glamour' photographs. He took on a partner for this side of the business. Frank was an ingenious photographer, and between them, they found some very notable local people, eager to take photographs of beautiful naked ladies. One of these was the manager of a local fiver star hotel, offering the use of a penthouse apartment for a studio. Henry paid top rates for the girls and had no trouble in attracting the best! That included Paula who was to become his wife. Frank also married one of the models. Jane had a stunning figure, with 40 inch D cup breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips. She and Paula became close friends.

Of course, cameras became video recorders and soft porn became hard porn. The son James joined the firm and soon became a mover and shaker in the business, using top of the range US marketing companies to handle their work. They made a lot of money. He married Angela, Jane and Frank's daughter. Their son Ferdinand would come into the business after finishing his studies at Oxford University. He would start scripting scenes. Endowed with a good eight inch penis, Ferdie already acted as a stud in some of the action.

Emily circulated amongst the elegant visitors, which included the Lord Mayor and his escort, a local TV producer and his beautiful TV presenter wife. Toasts were drunk to Paula. The cake was cut amidst a flurry of camera flashes. Her uncle moved through the guests taking photographs. Eventually, at the end of the afternoon, the guests departed and the family returned, full of life and champagne to their large mansion house, set in an acre of garden and woodland.

The family would gather for their private party in the large drawing room, scattered with armchairs and a couple of chaise longue covered with cotton throws. The kitchen was stacked with drinks of every kind, and canapes with other delicacies. It was intended for the party to start at around 7.30, giving them time to relax and shower. All had been asked to use the dressing gowns provided - silk kimonos mostly - for the rest of the evening.

With Paula and Henry was their son James and his wife Angela, Jane and Frank's daughter with their unattached son Robert. James's son Ferdie and his girl friend, Fiona, and Ferdie's sister, Susan with her boyfriend Jack. And of course, the granddaughter Emily.

Angela and James sorted out the rooms. First James lit the aroma diffuses with Ylang Ylang and Basil oils to allow time for their scent to infiltrate the room. Ylang Ylang acts as a powerful aphrodisiac, promoting a sensual and erotic experience during lovemaking, whilst basil is known as an erotic scent that has a sweet, spicy aroma. It awakens the senses and can arouse basic sexual instincts. James had always found their discrete aroma to work well. It would help guests to unwind and lose any inhibitions they may have.

James also had a four hour tape of pornography to play on the large flat screen which covered almost one whole end wall in the drawing room. Then he and Angela would also operate a video camera during the evening when things started to happen. Behind the action he was playing soft dance music.

Whilst James saw to the drawing room, arranging the bowls of flowers and the furniture, drawing the gauze curtains, Angela was making sure the drinks were all set out in the kitchen, where two of James' young Thai models, acting as 'waitresses' were instructed in their duties. Both were naked except for the flimsiest of thongs, fastened with pretty red bows at the side. The sheer silk did very little to hide their pubic region, both dark curly-haired beauties. Thai girls were proud of their abundance of pubic hair. Their small breasts were topped with hard nipples, colored with a brown lipstick for emphasis.

After a spray of special erotic perfume behind her ears, Paula and Henry had fortified themselves in their bedroom with a large brandy and champagne, before appearing in the drawing room. It all looked very subdued and welcoming. The atmosphere was heavy with sex. Paula glided across the room to James, throwing her arms round him in a very close hug. She was wearing a pure white silk gown. Her make up and platinum hair were perfectly finished, taking twenty years from her age. She looked ravishing. 'Thank you darling, it smells so sweet in here,' she whispered brushing her lips against his. 'Lets dance a while.'

They shuffled on the small dance space holding each other close. Paula's hand crept between their bodies, fumbling in the folds of James' dressing gown until she found what she was searching for. Her son's penis. It was already thickening. She stroked it lovingly. 'Mmm. That's so good,' she whispered huskily. The touch of his cock always sent a tingle of pleasure through her, no matter how often she had caressed it in the past. 'I'm so much wanting to feel it inside me. Being fucked by your own flesh is so very erotic. So very special. My own son returning to the very vagina that gave birth to him. Oo yes!'

'Behave mother,' James retorted with a smile. He felt his own lust swing into gear, encouraged by the wonderful scent he detected on the nape of his mother's neck. His mother's touch was electric. Every time! 'It is special though, I agree. Let's feel.' And his hand slipped between the folds of her gown to cup the hair covered groin, the middle fingers sliding into the grove, pressing the damp labia before edging their way into the wet vagina. There was something about the creamy texture of pussy juice that he found fascinating. 'Yes mum. You seem ready for me. But we must space out the action darling. Others will want to share you.'

Paula's body gave a slight lurch at the touch of his hand, sending a ripple throughout her body. She gave a tinkling laugh. 'Why not suckle me first though. Those nipples that fed you for a few months.'

James' daughter, Susan, had joined them on the dance square, with her boyfriend, Jack. Both were fondling each other openly, whilst kissing deeply.

James removed his fingers from Paula's vulva to slide them up her flat belly to cup her left breast. She had kept her body in good shape, being a fanatical keep-fit addict. Her belly had maintained its flatness - well, more or less - and her breasts - a 36C - were firm. Only their weight gave them a slight droop. The pale areola were large and puckered, with chunky brown nipples. James loved to suck them.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 20



'Actually mother,' he confided softly, ' we have a special present for you this evening. All arranged! Ferdinand is going to fuck his Nan!'

Paula's head jerked back, her eyes wide with surprise. 'Ferdie? Well well!' Her mouth had suddenly turned dry and her heart skipped a beat. The thought made her groin tingle. Although she had performed for the cameras with young men before, the thought of her own flesh and blood was mind boggling. Ferdie! Oh yes!

'You were always the best at seducing young men on video - now it has a special significance with your own grandson.'

So, when Emily had appeared in the drawing room in her pale green kimono emblazoned with a fiery dragon down the back, it was already buzzing with activity. The air was heavy with aromatic scent. Mmm. Wicked, she thought! Sets you off tingling already. Music was playing softly and two couples were dancing. James with his mother and Susan with her friend. Henry was chatting with Jane and Frank, drinks in hand.

It was very warm. Emily glanced at the video screen showing a threesome groping around, before looking round to see who else she knew. It's going to be one of those nights, by the look of things, she thought. She noticed her uncle fondling his mother's breasts - a touch of incest! - and her cousin Susan smooching. Mm, cool. No need for the video screen. A smiling Aunt Angie came across to her with her son Ferdie.

'I thought you might be a bit nervous, Emily. It's all to celebrate mum's birthday. Ferdie will look after you darling. Introduce you as necessary, though I think you know most people. They're all family, really. Don't be surprised at what happens. Sex is our business don't forget.' Ferdinand and Emily exchanged knowing looks. 'So it's perhaps as well your father isn't here!' She walked away with a laugh.

Emily smiled, remembering what she and her Reverend father had been doing that very morning. If they only knew. Sex had been very much their business as well! Would her Aunt be surprised, she wondered. Over his shoulder she noticed one of the waitresses walking round offering champagne from her tray. She had an attractive tan with hard nipples topping her breasts. As she offered the tray to Emily, Ferdie murmured 'One of the models father uses.' He cupped his hand over the waitress's vulva. She smiled up at him. 'They adore being felt. And they get so wet.'

'Mm very nice. And isn't that your girlfriend dancing with uncle Robert?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'Well, he seems to be enjoying playing with her boobs.'

Ferdie laughed, taking Emily across to where her grandfather was chatting to an attractive, well built lady probably in her forties. Her kimono was loose, displaying a pair of heavy pendulous breasts, half hidden. Henry turned to his granddaughter with a smile. Putting his free arm round her shoulders, he introduced her to Jane. 'One of my earliest and most successful models. She and your Gran came to model for me at about the same time. And Jane was our bridesmaid.'

'Your Gran got him to the altar,' Jane laughed, 'though we did share from time to time.' 

'And our children married each other, so it's all in the family. Just look at these.'

Henry took his arm from Emily's shoulder and pushed the hand into Jane's kimono, levering out her breasts to caress them. 'But these were the most popular boobs. A little heavy now, but still very soft and pliable and ...' He weighed the breast in the palm of his hand.

Jane laughed. 'We can't keep our figures forever, darling.' She looked at Emily. 'You have a lovely figure Emily. Lets see.' she pushed the kimono off Emily's shoulder to reveal her breasts. 'Hm, you should sign her up to model, Henry,' she laughed. 'Let's dance Ferdie,' she added, grabbing his arm, guiding him onto the compact dance square. Her hand immediately disappeared in the front folds of his gown whilst Ferdie held her buttocks in both hand. The other grandmother, Emily thought, handing his cock. Well well!

'The plan is, Ferdie, that we exchange dancing partners with your father, and you draw Paula to the chaise, and take it from there.'

'Yes, I have my script!' he laughed.

'And you are ready for the performance I can feel!' as Jane stroked his fully erect penis. 'Mm, they call her lady luck. That's a lovely big cock. Perhaps I can share it afterwards.'

Emily had watched with amusement as Jane pulled Ferdie on the dance floor pressing herself against his groin. In the corner of the room, her uncle Robert was kissing Fiona, whilst her cousin Susan was in a clinch with her grandfather, Angela's father, Frank. Both couples were caressing each other's bodies with obvious results, hands between thighs or fondling erect cock. It was all very hot! And all kept in the family, she thought. Including me!

Henry steered Emily to an armchair. 'Sit with me, Emily,' Henry invited her onto his lap, putting his champagne glass on the table beside the arm. 'We haven't had time for a chat yet.' his hands stroked her outer thigh. The warm sexy atmosphere of the room had heightened Emily's expectation for the evening. Perhaps her father's own father would be game for a play. That would be so cool. To fuck with her father and her grandfather on the same day would be really awesome, she thought. Her mind was ablaze with lust. She didn't care.

She leaned in to Henry kissing his cheek, as the flat of her hand ran lightly over his belly. 'Hi grandpa,' she smiled. 'You look very handsome this evening.' Yes, the penis was definitely responding, pressing against her palm. Emily looked down to examine the sturdy cock. A thick bush of sandy hair, blended with a good smattering of grey, covered the base of the center of her attention.

'You look pretty good yourself, young lady,' he laughed. 'You smell divine.'

'And you're in good shape,' she retorted, bending over his waist. Emily pulled back the foreskin and kissed the frenulum - that very sensitive spot where the foreskin attaches to the underside of the head - giving tiny kisses all over the head until she noticed a small pearl of fluid appear from the crack.

Meantime, she was aware of Henry stroking her breasts with one hand, whilst the other snaked between her thighs, searching for leaking pussy. She parted them a little to allow the fingers to slide over the inner thigh, reaching for the labia to explore the vulva. 

'Mm! you haven't lost your touch, gramps, I can tell. Oh yes! That's nice!' As the fingers got her more excited, Emily placed her mouth over the head of the cock, slowing slipping her lips along the shaft until the whole length was encased in her mouth. Deep throat. Slowly, she moved her head up and down, running her tongue round the shaft as her lips aroused it to heights of delight.

Henry was no stranger to sex with young ladies in his role as 'older man and teenager' videos, but to feel and fuck his own granddaughter was an extra dimension all together. His own flesh and blood. The thought was electrifying. His cock was responding to her touch. He watched her examining his cock with fascination - she too was obviously turned on by the thought of a young lady with her grandfather. As she kissed the head of his shaft, Henry felt his erection grow and grow to bursting point. It was a long time since it had responded so completely. Gosh - it was almost painful! And to feel it penetrate her vagina would be fantastic.

The searching hand and fingers found her soft youthful pussy between the pale thighs. He dabbled with the labia, relishing the exploration of her vulva and its discharge of nectar. But when Emily took the whole length into her mouth, it suddenly crossed his mind that he wouldn't be able to hold back. The muscles in his thighs and legs were already fluttering with excitement. Bloody hell! The groin was jerking against Emily's face. His imagination was in a turmoil of lechery. He was going to come!

Realizing from his twitching that her grandfather was nearing his climax, Emily lifted her mouth from the cock. She threw her legs across his thighs, with her back to him. Her wide open legs straddling his hips, Emily gripped the throbbing cock in her fingers, placing the head against the gateway to her own desperate pussy, praying for penetration. After a pause to relish the moment of mind boggling lust, holding her breath, Emily sank her vagina onto the thick cock with a deep sigh of wondrous achievement. Oh my god! Oh fuck! I've done it, she thought. I'm actually fucking my grandfather. His cock sliding into her vagina felt fantastic! Unbelievable!

Meantime, Paula and Jane had changed partners on the dance floor, so that Ferdie was now in his Gran's arms, bodies pressed together obscenely, with Ferdie's stiff cock pressing hard into her belly. With one hand stroking her buttocks, the other was exploring the breasts, thumb and finger rolling the engorged nipple between them. He felt her heart pounding and her breathing rather heavy. Then, her hand encased the top of his cock, fingers stretching down the shaft.

'Mm. Ferdie. You have a beautiful penis. And so thick! I adore thick cock.' Her hand was working adroitly up and down over the head and upper shaft with a twisting motion. She was breathing hard. Her heart thumping heavily. She had to have him! 'Come and sit here,' she said, easing her grandson onto the chaise. Pushing him back on the seat, propped up on his arms behind him, Paula squatted between his legs, taking his erection in her grasp. She gazed on his penis with adoration in her eyes. The handsome cock had a pronounced upward bend, rising from a nest of dark curls. Although Paula had studied very many men, her grandson was something else. She spent several minutes kissing, licking and sucking the whole eight inches, murmuring with delight, before twisting away. She fell onto her back on the thick carpet, pulling Ferdie on top of her.

No further invitation was necessary for her grandson. He parted her generous thighs, exposing her distended labia, with the yawning vagina oozing its precious nectar. Amazing! There he was, actually examining his own Gran's pussy. Awesome! And fascinating. Remembering the advice of his father, he took his time addressing the opening of her flexing vagina with the head of his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down the eager crack, over the clitoris and down to the anal rose bud, watching the muscles flutter and the groin heave, anticipating the penetration. Then, Ferdie sank just the head of the cock into the fleshy opening. He heard Paula gasp and moan, her groin trembling.

Slowly the cock disappeared deep into the vagina which had delivered his father. The thought entered his head as he watched it sink deeper and deeper until it was fully embedded. Gran was gasping with emotion and lust. Suddenly, Ferdie started fucking wildly. Full and deep, watching the labia clinging to the shaft. As he fucked, Paula's copious juices were pushed to the base of the cock, forming a collar of white juicy cream. He pounded away, lifting on his arms on either side of her waist. Ferdie heard the moans and cries.

'Yes, yes yes!!' Paula was crying out. 'Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!' Her hips were bouncing against the driving body. Her hand were clenching Ferdie's buttocks, drawing him in deeper. She was devouring him. Her whole body was alive with lust, her thighs juddering, her hips lurching. He mind was swamped with the sensation of being one with her grandson. Ferdie was shagging furiously, thudding against her vulva, his testicles slapping against her bottom.

Watching them, bent face down, over the arm of the chaise, was Ferdie's sister Susan. Her own grandfather, Frank, was behind her, gripping her waist, driving his shaft deep into her, puffing with effort. Susan had often had fantasies when masturbating in bed, about her grandfather. He was tall and well groomed. He had a full head of silver hair over his handsome face. Like a mature film star. When he had led her to the chaise to watch Paul being fucked, his hands had caressed her bottom. Very sexy! As the action on the floor held her gaze, Frank slipped her gown from her shoulders. His hands were soon squeezing her soft breasts.

Susan felt his cock pressing in the crack of her bottom, squirming between the cheeks. Whilst one hand continued to stroke her bottom, the other groped between her thighs. She was leaking heavily, her juices oozing down her inner thighs. Fingers explored her labia before holding them apart. Then - Oh my god! - Susan was pushed over the arm, and felt the cock begin its penetration of her secret passage. She gasped loudly. Her bottom lurched. Heaven! Her loins were in turmoil as the cock started to fuck her deep and slow. This was incredible - and fucking fantastic! Oh yes! Fuck me hard, she thought. Gee - zus!

Lying on the chaise itself was Jane, legs wide apart, knees bent, with her granddaughter's boyfriend, Jack fully embedded in her vagina. To feel his young stiff cock sliding in and out of her copious soaking vagina was wonderfully satisfying. And so erotic. She adored young cock. Jane knew that her husband was watching them. That would add to his own arousal as he fucked Susan, Jack's friend. Jane's knees were like jelly. Her two middle fingers were furiously rubbing her clitoris as the cock thudded into her. Her large breasts were bouncing obscenely. It was all too much. Jane needed a quick orgasm. There would be more, she knew. Oh shit! Her eyes were glued on the lurching bodies of Paula and Ferdie on the floor as her own loins started to heave.

As Ferdie withdrew his cock from Paula's soaking pussy, he was just in time for the first powerful jet of sperm to strike Paula's face high on the cheek, leaving a long trail over her chin. There followed by a second spurt of even greater intensity reaching her forehead, snaking over her nose. The remaining five spurts pooled between her breasts, then on her belly and pubic hair. Seeing the jets of sperm ejaculate from Ferdie's cock brought Paula to a thrashing, heaving orgasm. She cried out in her ecstacy. 'YES! YES! YES!'

The sight also triggered Jane's orgasm with a noisy 'Oh fuck! YES!' her thighs gripping Jack's waist. Susan joined in the orgasms with her own 'Oh my god!' as her grandfather, withdrew with a loud grunt, his ejaculation spurting down her back, splashing over the crack between her buttocks. Susan felt it dribble over her rectum. Oh lord, what would her boyfriend think? Glancing across the room she realized she needn't worry. He was busy fucking her grandmother on the chaise.

Watching the family, in a frenzy of fucking and thrashing limbs, Emily was still bouncing furiously up and down on her grandfather, clutching her clitoris hard with her fingers, driving the growing tension in her loins and thighs to a peak in the center of her belly. She cried out, joining the chorus of ecstatic shouts of out-of-control women having orgasms. As it erupted. Henry's erection slipped from her vagina, spilling his sperm over her thighs.

Scooping up the sperm from her thigh, Emily thought of all the aunts and uncles she might have given birth to, had she conceived with it! It was then that she realized that Angela and James had been moving between them with video cameras, recording the smallest details of the sexual encounters between the young and the mature. Looking directly into the lends, Emily showed the sperm between her fingers before slipping them between her lips, savoring the taste of the sperm - eating her aunts and uncles.

Paula had also scooped up Ferdie's sperm into her mouth, before being helped to her feet by her grandson.

'You were great Gran!' he congratulated her.

'You weren't so bad yourself darling,' she smiled. 'Come Henry, lets tidy up and have supper.' she helped her husband to his feet, his penis already softening, smeared with the white streaks of his granddaughter's vaginal nectar. Wrapping their gowns round themselves, the guests began to retire to their rooms to rest awhile and freshen up.

Emily was still overwhelmed by the experience of having fucked her grandfather. Her mind recalled the whole episode, exciting her yet again by its sheer audacity. She avoided the temptation to masturbate, guessing that there would be more sexual experience to follow later. It was an hour later that she returned to the party. Others had already assembled in the kitchen, busy eating snacks and drinking the excellent wines.

It was almost 9 in the evening when the guests had emptied the plates of food and bottles of wine. The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful. Laughter filled the air as they all recharged their sexual batteries. Then they became aware of strange whining sounds from the drawing room. Emily was chatting with her cousin Susan at the time. They exchanged looks of curiosity and moved into the other room. The source of the strange noises became clear.

The two Asian waitresses were lying on a settee, one in each corner, legs apart, faces torn by painful ecstacy. The cause of their rapture was Jack and Ferdie feeling the young ladies vulvas, fingers exploring the depths of their hairy-frames vaginas. Renowned for their vocal enjoyment of being finger-fucked, the two Asians were squirming and whining. Jack was studying the juices on his fingers before returning them to the clitoris and labia.

This exhibition set off the agitation in the guests' loins. The gowns of the men were showing erections growing in the folds. The heavy scented atmosphere was still fresh and evocative. James was at the side of Paula, arm round her waist. She turned to him with a smile.

'Isn't it time I had a birthday present from my son?' she asked.

'Are you recovered?' he asked with a cheeky smile. Paula faced him, pulling his face to hers to kiss him fully on the lips, thrusting her hand into his gown to grasp the stiffness.

'This is what I need for a present,' she said, sinking to her knees. Pushing the folds aside, Paula took her son's cock in her mouth. She adored his cock. Well, Paula adore any cock, but her family's in particular. It had been a special pleasure to have had Ferdinand's for the first - but not, she hoped, last - time. James had been fucking her for many years, helping his father to satisfy Paula's almost insatiable lust. But this birthday was exceptional, celebrating over forty years of unending sex! She needed to have it with James in front of her friends. Her husband in particular would be delighted.

James raised his mother to her feet, escorting her to a chaise, where he arranged her with her back against the arm, legs wide apart, kneed bent, exposing her pussy, already wet with anticipation. He stood over her, his erection now facing her eyes. 'I think all mothers and fathers deserve a treat,' he said. 'Angela and Robert, see what you can do.'

For the next thirty minutes or so, James made love to his mother, whilst Angela gave herself to her father on the other chaise, and Robert energetically fucked Jane. They were cheered on by the rest of the guests, to the ultimate ending of sperm and orgasms.

But, as Angela sank back exhausted, her son Ferdie mounted her, thrusting his large thick cock into her willing and well-lubricated vagina, whilst his twin sister Susan grabbed James before he had chance to recover, arousing his penis to prevent it deflating. She knew her father was capable of multiple orgasms and her ministrations would make sure he remained fully erect. Sitting on his face, Susan rubbed her fleshy vulva over the lips, her clit against his nose. Fathers and daughters. Mothers and sons. The most erotic of combinations. 

It had been an exhausting evening for all the guests. All were now relaxing with partners, softly toying with genitals. The waitresses, recovered from their event with the young men, served more chilled champagne. Angela left to freshen up.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 20



When she returned, Angela was accompanied by a well-built black man, stark naked, with his penis dangling before him. Emily was astonished. She had heard stories of mammoth cocks, seen video clips, but had assumed them to be gross exaggerations. But here was living proof. It was utterly massive, hanging almost to his knees. Then she remembered that her uncle had a video camera club which included pornographic stunts. This was obviously a model he had come across and used regularly. Perhaps the guy was doing a favor to Henry

All the women gasped in disbelief at the approaching monster. Angie stepped to him to take hold of the shaft. The black guy smiled at her turning to face her. Angie bent at the waist, lifting the cock to her mouth. It was stiffening rapidly. With several jerks, the cock began to erect against Angie's lips and teasing fingers. The other women stared in wonder, drooling at the sight of the monster cock. The men were likewise impressed if not a little jealous, Emily thought.

The sight had James smiling broadly as he operated the video recorder. Emily had guessed right, he had persuaded Danyl to join them, promising plenty of pussy for him to penetrate. He knew the guests would be gob-smacked. They don't come much bigger or thicker than Danyl's penis. And Angela was doing a good job of getting it stiff and erect. Well as erect as it's length and weight would allow. Which meant a little above the horizontal. Angela was already familiar with it from photo shoots, and knew James's mother would love this inside her. She knew!

Glancing up at the large flat screen, Emily saw the close up. The cock was the length of Angie's head! Fucking 'ell! she thought. I couldn't get that into my pussy. Wouldn't want to either. The stretched vagina might never recover. But her eyes returned to the real thing - glued to it. She couldn't tear them away. Then she noticed Gran Paula, lolling back in the corner of the settee, arms draped over the arms, staring at it with a glint of disbelief in her eyes. As with all the guests, the wine had loosened any qualms of modesty in her - if ever she had any that is.

Aunt Angie had crossed behind her mother, easing the gown from her shoulders. Her large heavy breasts swung into view, with their dark brown nipples. Meantime, Jane moved in front of Paula, opening the flaps of the gown. Almost without a thought, Paula parted her thighs draping a leg over each side of the chaise. The camera honed in on Paula's thighs. A pair of black hands began to stroke the inner flesh, gently parting the labia to expose the pink gash of Paula's pussy.

Her Gran still had a stunning body, Emily thought. She was aware that she exercised frequently! Even so, her belly was tight and smooth, though her hips were showing age. A touch flabby! The large breasts, now being fondled and squeezed by Angie, were still full, if not exactly firm, the skin stretched over a faint tracery of blue veins. Emily watched Danyl caressing the inner thighs. The muscles trembled somewhat. The dark fingers stroked the belly, gradually easing their way into the hair covered mound. All the guests watched spellbound.

Below the carpet of almost white pubic hair, neatly trimmed, though not shaved, her puffed labia pouting from the crack of her vulva. The heavy clitoral hood was like a foreskin, drawn back, partly exposing the bloated clitoris. Emily was fascinated. She had never thought to see her sixty-year old grandmother lying naked on the settee with a black guy stroking her body. Black fingers started to explore the crease of Paula's vulva, pushing the inner labia to one side exposing the wet pinkness and the petals of flesh round the entrance to her vagina, now fully opened to reveal the prize. The oozing juices were already in evidence from the dilated passage. Gosh, Emily didn't think her Gran would have any lubricant left. But it almost gushed!

The camera zoomed in on the vagina and labia, showing every detail. Every crease. Every hair. Fingers exploring the valley. Paula's eyes were slits as she watched her intimate parts being fondled. Danyl was kneeling between her thighs, examining the abundance of flesh between her thighs. Beyond his hands, Paula could detect the massive penis rearing up. Mmm she would love the feel of that driving into her. She would soon fulfil her desires.

There was an air of expectation as Danyl shuffled on his knees into fork of the white fleshy thighs, cock swaying over Paula's belly. As he caught the head between his fingers and thumb, presenting it to the mouth of the vagina, Angie started to sing Happy Birthday. Oblivious to the singing, Paula held her breath in anticipation of the monster cock ravishing her vagina.

As the head nudged at the vaginal entrance, Paula gasped. Then the slow penetration. The sensation of being stretched and stretched and stretched filled her mind completely. It was fantastic. She had never felt so thrilled - and filled! Yet there was more. It seemed never ending. The cock invaded her every crevice and fold, pressing against her cervix until she thought the whole eighteen inches must be inside her. In reality, only the first twelve inches had entered her. Her loins were shaking. It was incredible as the thick shaft began to fuck her slowly ast first. Then faster and faster as it gained yet another inch into her vagina. Oh my god, she sighed. I'm going to explode with cock! Heaven!

The guests joined in, singing the birthday wishes as the thick cock slowly slid between the labia stretching wide the walls of the wet warm interior of Paula's groin. There was a gasp of triumph from Paula, which others hardly heard over their singing. The intake of breath as the monster started its passage into her mysterious depths. Paula was joining in the birthday present.

Once the vagina had accommodated the intruder, the huge cock drove relentlessly into the groaning lady. Her wide open thighs gave complete access to her vulva - her labia stretched round the girth of the pounding black cock. Others watched to image on the large screen, capturing the smallest detail of the arteries and veins in the thick monster. The image cut to Paula's face, wreathed in a beatific smile, lips slightly apart. Eyes closed.

Spurred on by the sight of the couple on the chaise, Emily was encircled in the arms she knew to be her cousin, Ferdie. His erection was pressed against the small of her back. Wriggling her bottom and opening her thighs, she persuaded Ferdie to insert it inside the passage made by nature for it. Oh my god, she thought. He has a wonderful cock. As she rocked back and forth on it, she saw over her shoulder that his girl friend, Fiona, was leaning over the head of the chaise, being fucked from behind by Ferdie's uncle Robert. Her eyes were closed with an expression of sheer ecstacy.

Susan was sitting on the lap of her grandfather Henry, bouncing gently up and down, head thrown back, hair swinging, whilst the older man squeezed her breasts. Susan's grandmother Jane was leaning against the back of their arm chair, being lunged at by Susan's friend Jack. Though this time, his cock was embedded in her other passage - it was tighter than her vagina which had become rather loose after much earlier activity. But Jane enjoyed it just as much, with strong flutters in her belly, helped bu her fingers rubbing her swollen clitoris.

Angela's grandfather Frank was lying on his back on the other chaise, with the two Asian waitresses over him. One was impaled on his erection, bouncing lightly, whilst the other was sitting astride his face, his tongue lashing her dripping pussy. They were kissing each other, playing with the other's clit, moaning and wailing at the wonderful feeling in their loins.

With sudden loud grunts and thuds the black body jerked. The cock withdrew from the warmth of the overstretched vagina, the clinging lips clasping round it. The head emerged as the cock erupted. It pressed upwards, into the crack of her vulva, a stream of white sperm erupting from the heaving cock. The white ribbon of released sex surged in an arc to beneath her chin leaving a trail between her breasts. A second splash, and a third exploded in quick succession along her rounded belly accompanied by grunts from the man. The fourth eruption is a big one, splattering the cheek and lower eyelid. Three more copious spurts covered the upper breasts. The remaining ejaculation was more of a dribble, emptying what was left of the immediate supply over her groin.

By this time the remaining guests are concentrating on their own physical enjoyment. The air was thick with the unmistakable aroma of sex blending with the aromatic smell of the herbs. A combination of cries of despair and encouragement mingled with the sucking and slapping sounds of cocks thudding into vaginas filled the room. Pleas for harder thrusts and demands for faster fucking. The men's grunts were evidence of their efforts as stiff cocks pounded the various pussies of mothers and fathers, daughters and grandfathers, cousins and aunts. All being recorded for posterity by both Angela, pussy juices dribbling down her inner thigh, and James, with a huge erection, moving among the writhing bodies with their cameras.

Cocks exploded. Sperm sprayed over breasts and faces. Women screamed in delight and agonizing ecstacy. Everyone was finally happily exhausted.

For the time being!



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 21



A FAMILY CHRISTMAS DINNER

It was a family tradition. They always dressed for Christmas dinner. It was the only time the family sat around the dining table in the beautiful state room of their stately home. Usually set for twenty people, for the visitors to the house to admire, the polished late Georgian mahogany dining table, reduced in length to provide six place settings in silver cutlery and large Irish linen table napkins, glowed with reflected candle light. All the special trimmings! With two five-branch Georgian silver candelabra to provide the warm glow, and a log fire blazing in the large open hearth. It had been like this for many years on Christmas day. George's father before him and his grandfather before him, had enjoyed the ambience of the state rooms at Christmas time when the house was closed to the public.

Sarah looked round the table with a feeling of satisfaction and anticipation, as they tucked into the haunch of venison - cooked to perfection with rosemary and lemon marinade - with roast potatoes, asparagus and carrots, accompanied by a splendid '98 vintage Châteauneuf du Pape. Her step-daughter, Bessie was wearing her Mon Cheri, Tony Bowls evening gown, to show off her superb figure in rich stunning fuschia taffeta. Fabulous one shoulder evening dress with gathered details at waist and stunning be-jeweled design.

Sarah smiled to herself, reliving the memory of their unexpected love-making in the kitchen that morning whilst preparing the vegetables. She had frequently thought about making love with Bessie, but never believed it would happen. Well, it did! So unexpected and vigorous. And such a delicious tasting vagina. Astonishing really. Sarah's loins were still smouldering with lust at the memory. Bessie was looking radiant. Sitting on George's right, Sarah noticed how her husband could hardly keep his eyes off Bessie's boobs. Well, they were worth staring at! She guessed, like herself, Bessie was without bra. Freedom! And more than a little wickedness.

Bessie was feeling slightly inebriated and mischievous. Her unforeseen sudden sex with Sarah that morning had fueled her latent desires, which still persisted deep inside her belly. She had never believed that another woman's pussy could be so delectable. Her evening gown showed off her figure to the full, the soft fabric clinging to her heavy breasts. She was aware of George stealing envious glances at them as they chatted, wondering if he was feeling turned on by the viagra yet. She would have liked to feel at his trousers under the table to find out if it had worked. But, patience! It was said that it could take between fifteen to sixty minutes to work!

It had been an inspiration to suggest to Sarah that they put a drop of liquid viagra into the men's champagne. Although Bessie had been doubtful about it, Sarah had jumped at the idea.

'Where on earth did you get it?' she had asked.

'On line. Pretty expensive stuff, but I'm told it works well.'

'Well, we shall see.' Sarah had laughed. 'It should liven up the evening.'

'It won't need more than a couple of drops each.'

'The way my love life has dropped away,' Sarah commented, 'I'm not so sure.'

'Mine too. This morning's Christmas fuck was okay - but more of a duty I think.'

Sarah laughed. 'Well it should make a change from talking business all through the meal.'

'Ho ho! Don't you believe it.'

On George's left was their business manager, Jane. She had been invited to join them. Sarah was glad about that. Janet was a single lady in her mid-thirties. She looked very attractive in the John Lewis satin crepe evening dress in deep ecru. It has a gentle cowl neckline with an embellished shoulder and chains that hang down gracefully. Slightly empire line in shape, it has gentle gathers around the bust, a v-back and a stunning fish tail train. Her grandson James was clearly attracted by her. It was some time ago that Sarah and Janet had spied on a couple making love in a car, in their car-park. They had been so turned on that they grappled in each others knickers, forgetting the couple in their own sexual encounter. They were now regular lovers.

Jane had been so delighted to be asked to join the family. At the age of thirty-six, she had remained single, pursuing her career. This year, her parents had decided to spend their Christmas on a P&O Cruise in the Mediterranean on Arcadia. And why not? To be looked after and enjoy the warmth of the Med in their advancing years, was warmly applauded by their only daughter. Having mentioned this to George, he had immediately insisted that Jane spend Christmas with them. Which she was more than happy to do. She loved this old mansion house. And the people in it! George had also tasted the delights of Janet's body! More than once!

They had gathered before dinner in the adjoining reception room with its heavily draped old-rose brocade curtains and collection of arm chairs, settees and gilded chaise longues suitably protected with throws, around a coffee table, set before another log fire, dancing its flames up the open fireplace. The serving table was filled with cut glass and decanters of spirits. There was also a serving platter of toast fingers, with a dish of butter curls on ice, and a dish of caviare left over from lunch.

Whilst George had laid and lit the large fire during the morning, making sure the large room was warm and cosy for the evening, Sarah and Janet had prepared the rooms for dinner in the late afternoon.

Sarah and George had been the first to arrive at half past six. Two ice buckets were filled with Moet et Chandon champagne bottles. George opened the bottles expertly, leaving them in the ice to keep chill. Sarah looked absolutely stunning in her charcoal-gray Amanda Wakeley silk, Japanese belt dress. It was pure luxury and very flattering for Sarah's fairly tall elegant figure. She looked every inch a distinguished Duchess - though only a Lady of the manor! As ever, George was a handsome figure in his evening dress tails and white tie.

After the family had arrived, Jane greeted them with hugs. She hadn't seen them since the summer. They immediately started talking visitor numbers and other business. As they all chatted about English Heritage and their plans for the forthcoming season, Bessie poured the champagne. Before she handed glasses to the men, Bessie managed to slip in the viagra unnoticed, using the entrance of Sarah with the Loch Fyne oysters to distract the others.

'Prepared by my own fair hands,' Sarah announced as she placed the two silver salvers on the large coffee table. 'Two dozen oysters with lemon slices. Enjoy!'

'Gosh,' said Henry. 'Beluga caviar and Chablis for lunch, now oysters and champagne for starters.'

'I think the ladies are trying to get us in the mood,' George laughed, already feeling pleasantly sexy, showing an interest in Bessie's provocative dress. He and Sarah had already enjoyed their Christmas morning sex - another tradition! - but he was still feeling unusually sexy. More so than he had felt for quite some time. He put it down to the general ambience of the get-together for Christmas.

'Good!' Bessie announced. 'It may help to give a lift to Henry's libido. If it needs a luft!' she laughed. 'Me! I'm always available!'

Henry's eyebrows shot up, but he said nothing. Sarah gave Henry a wink. 'So am I.'

They stood around the coffee table, scooping the oysters onto small plates before squeezing a slice of lemon over them, then, holding the shell between thumb and second fingers, tipping them into their mouths, followed by a generous amount of champagne. Murmurs if approval followed the eating of the oysters. Bessie replenished the champagne glasses, adding a further drop of viagra to the men's.

'Excellent! Well,' George had said, ' shall we eat?' And Sarah hooked into Charles's arm as they sauntered into the dining room, except for Jane, who had gone to the kitchen for the heated hostess trolley and the main course.

'You're with me Charles,' Sarah smiled, 'if you don't mind being with a gran,' leading him to the table. George and Sarah sat at either end of the table with the other ladies either side of George and the men either side of Sarah.

'You're the most attractive gran in the world,' Charles had said with a grin. 'Stunning, in fact. You look like my mother's younger sister. I shall call you Aunt Sarah - or just Sarah.' Sarah laughed. She was flattered that a nineteen year old should pay such a compliment. On an impulse she leaned over to kiss him on the lips before joining Jane to help serve. 

'Thank you, darling. Flattery will het you a long way.' As she kissed him, a glance down at his lap had surprised her. As clear as day, her step grandson had an erection pressing against his trousers. Something was beginning to work.

Charles was a student at college in Oxford, studying Modern English History and Art, in readiness for taking over the family mansion one day in the far distant future. In is second year he had one or two girl friends, but no-one steady. He was far too young. Just wanting to play the field, and being the grandson of a baronet was a big advantage in the sex stakes.

Jane moved round the table putting plates of carved venison in front of them, whilst Sarah placed the vegetable dishes on the trivets at either end of the table. George and Janet had got into another exchange about business. She would need to street the conversation away.

'Tuck in,' George said. As Sarah moved to her chair, she gently stroked Charles shoulders, smiling down at him.

Now, as they helped themselves to the food, tucking in to the excellent haunch of venison, Sarah looked round the table with a feeling of deep satisfaction and anticipation. They all looked very elegant and dignified in their evening dresses. High class! No outside observer would guess what wicked thoughts were going through their minds, though. Well, hers anyway. The viagra seemed to be starting to work. The men were all looking furtively at the women's breasts, as they forked food into their mouths.

Sarah looked down casually again at Charles's lap, sitting by her side. He had managed to adjust the position of its contents so that it was upright against his belly. Even so, plans for the future were still the topic of conversation between Henry, Jane and George.

'Hey Charles, is that what I think it is?' she joked, looking down as she forked another piece of venison into her mouth.

'All yours Sarah,' he whispered. To her surprise she blushed slightly, making Charles laugh. 'My God, Sarah, you are a very beautiful lady. Any red blooded male would give his eye teeth to get into your knickers. I know I would.'

Sarah laughed out loud. The others turned to look at her, interrupting their conversation. 'Your son, Henry, is trying to chat me up.'

'Good for him. That makes two of us, if dad doesn't mind,' filling his mouth with food. 'I say father, this is splendid venison.'

'Be my guest and enjoy it whilst I attend to your wife. I'm rather partial to a nice piece of plump breast.'

Bessie laughed as she leaned over to George. 'Partial to my breast, you mean,' she said placing her hand on George's thigh, trailing a finger into his crotch and over the stiffness inside his trousers. He was taken aback by her forwardness, though with knife and fork in his hands, there was nothing he could do to stop her. Her eyes twinkled at his.

Janet appeared with the hostess trolley filled with plates and serving dishes. On a sudden impulse, Sarah leaned over as she stood, placing the palm of her hand over Charles's lap, with a light squeeze. 'Mm, feels good and stiff, Charles,' she smiled knowingly. 'I'll come back for more later,' she added as she went to help serve the food.

'I bought Henry a beautiful fully illustrated copy of Kama Sutra for his Christmas present. I thought it might give us some new ideas about sex.'

Janet laughed. 'Ah, but you need a good supple back for most of those positions - and be something of a contortionist.'

'The best aphrodisiac I've been told,' Sarah said, 'is a different partner.'

'Oo, yes please, Sarah. How about sharing your George with me?'

'Only if I can watch.'

'Why not? I always secretly wanted to be a porn star.'

'I can suggest a new attraction for the next season,' Sarah announced as she placed the dishes on the table. All looked at her in expectation, as they continued eating. 'The staff car park at the side of the house is used by some of the local gentry for dogging at week-ends. Perhaps we can market that possibility.'

There was a stunned silence. Henry laughed. 'Is that true? You mean cars turn up there for the drivers and passengers to have sex with others?'

'Absolutely.' Sarah told him. 'They swap around.'

'How do you know?'

'Our CTV security cameras pick up the action. I thought you knew, George.'

George, who had personally experienced the activity one evening while Sarah was in London with Sue, wasn't aware that his wife knew about the happenings. He cleared his throat. 'More wine folks.' As he stood to pour the wine, he had to adjust his trousers to avoid his embarrassing erection being too obvious. He wasn't aware of course, that the reason for his unexpected erection was the vaigra. But Bessie had noticed it.

'Are you a voyeur, Janet?' Henry stroked the top of her back, touching the bare flesh.

'I used to watch my parents having sex. They didn't know I was there of course. Thought I was asleep. Besides, they were too absorbed in what they were doing to care about me.'

Bessie turned to George, as she helped herself to vegetables. 'What about you, George? Do you enjoy watching others fuck? In the car park perhaps?'

'Many years ago, he told them, 'I was in the stables playing when the stable lad came in with the kitchen maid. She was and plump, but had wonderful breasts I remember. As a younger man I was very curious about them. And the lad had a mighty weapon. She was very noisy.'

'What were you doing in the stables? Sarah enquired. 'Or shouldn't I ask?'

Janet laughed, cutting her meat into smaller portions. 'Playing with himself I suppose.'

'How did you guess? It was even better when watching them shagging. I was thrilled. I had the best come to date.'

'That's nice George. Is it for sharing?'

'Hey, Bessie! Behave,' her husband laughed. But he too, was quietly adjusting his stiffening penis against his belly as Jane watched out of the side of her eyes. He turned to smile at her.

When George leaned over to fill Bessie's glass, he had a good view of her breasts, almost spilling the wine in excitement.

Henry was amused by this chatter, busy spooning vegetables on his plate. 'A porn star, Bessie? I never knew that.'

'Ah, there's much more about me you don't know, Henry,' Bessie wagged her fork at him.

Sarah took up the idea. 'That's one of my fantasies - to watch George fuck another woman. That would be really interesting.'

George laughed. 'Really, Sarah? I never knew that. Perhaps it can be arranged.'

Bessie smiled at him, fork poised to fill her mouth with food. 'That's what I wanted for Christmas. A new cock. Preferably a spurting one.'

It was Janet who responded. 'Well, the Ferguson family are all well endowed in the menswear department - or so I believe.' George looked in surprise at Janet, fork spearing a potato. 'Isn't that right, Sarah?'

'Well... Not enormous, like some of the freaks you see on the net, but a good thick seven or eight inches. Very filling darling.'

'My favorite toy,' Bessie told them. 'The only one a woman never tires of. What do you say Janet?'

'Yes please. I could play with a lovely warm, thick cock for ever.' She looked across at James. 'Do you follow in the family tradition, James?'

'Probably. Feels like it right now,' he laughed.

'Mm,' Sarah added. 'I can see it straining at the leash.' She turned to Henry on her other side, looking down at his lap. 'You too, if I'm not mistaken,' she laughed.

'Well, James, there's one thing you've learnt this evening - that when women talk about sex, they're much dirtier than men.'

'Huh!'Bessie retorted. 'All you men want is get inside a woman's knickers, give her a hard shag, and come as quick as you can.'

'Yes!' Sarah agreed, placing her cutlery on her now empty plate. 'Impatient!'

Jane stood suddenly. 'Empty plates folks. I shall stack the dishwasher while George ogles Bessie's boobs.' She started taking the dirty dishes from the table, stacking them on the hostess trolley. Henry stood to help her.

'I'll give you a hand Janet.'

'Where?' she laughed.

James by this time was feeling extremely turned on with all the sexy talk. After all, he was a red-blooded nineteen year old and was easily provoked. He decided it was time to join in the frivolity, and add something to shock. A display of his goods to Sarah. Keeping his eyes on her face, he leaned back in his chair, then slowly and provocatively, lowered the zip of his trousers, reaching inside to withdraw his erect penis. Sarah's eyebrows rose as her eyes fell on the magnificent manhood protruding from James's flies. It was big and beautiful! Pale and stiff as a rod of iron.

'Good lord, James,' was all she could think of saying right then. She was impressed. Did he really fancy fucking me, she wondered. But then, why not? 

Keeping his eyes on Sarah, James slowly drew back the foreskin to expose the large mauve head. Sarah's mouth went dry. She was mesmerized by it. Such a fine example. He must be very proud of that, she thought. As she got up from her chair to go to prepare the coffee, she dropped quickly onto one knee, pressing her puckered lips against the tip of the proud, arrogant column of flesh. It jerked for her. She slid it fully into her mouth for a quick taste, before standing again.

'Very tasty. Better put that away for the time being, Charles. You certainly have my attention from now on. I shall enjoy handling it later, darling.'

George had also stood to freshen the wine glasses, but his curiosity got the better of him. After all, Bessie had been flaunting her breasts all evening. Standing behind Bessie, he placed his free hand on a bare shoulder, allowing it to slide down over the swelling until his fingers hooked under her left breast, thumb caressing the large nipple. Bessie looked over her shoulder with a smile.

'Do they meet with your approval?' Bessie asked. George smiled back at her as Sarah paused on her way out, standing behind her husband, watching his hand exploring Bessie's breast. Smiling down at Bessie, Sarah put her arms round George's waist and kissed his neck.

'Dirty devil,' she whispered in his ear as her hands slipped down to his trouser front, trailing over the stiffness within. 'My my! Such a naughty boy George. Let's all see.' Sarah deftly lowered his zip, reaching inside to grasp the object of Bessie's interest. As his stiff cock came into view, Sarah murmured her approval. 'Nice one, George. Better than this morning.' Sarah held the cock towards Bessie's face. Leaning over, she took the head of the cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down a few times, relishing in the feel of cock in her mouth.

'There darling. You may borrow mine for a while - and perhaps I can borrows yours later.' Sarah laughed as she continued into the reception room where the coffee was quietly bubbling, James following to set out the coffee cups. Besides, he wanted to be with this rather forthright, elegant lady.

Janet returned with Henry, each carrying a tray of cranberry and orange fool, with walnut shortbreads.

'Oh, with all the promising chat in there, I forgot the dessert, 'We'll have it here folks. I think a nog of cointreau would go well with this George. Stay where you are, I'll get it. It's already poured.'

While George had settled on a chaise longue with Bessie, Jane and Henry passed round the dessert. Sarah placed a liqueur glass of cointreau in reach of them. James stood to eat his with Sarah beside him. Henry and Jane perched on another chaise longue. Quiet music played in the background, as the flickering log fire with three standard lamps gave the room a soft glow, accentuating the beauty of the evening gowns in the romantic setting.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 21



'This is really lovely, Sarah,' Bessie said, leaning over to put her empty glass on the side table. She smiled up at Sarah. 'What were you saying about my borrowing your husband's manhood?' She took George's empty glass placing it at the side of hers, then snuggled up to his side, turned his face to hers to kiss him. Her hand gently explored his trousers. Deep inside, her loins were trembling with lust and expectation. Finding that the zip had not been pulled up, she unfastened the waistband, flapping open the trousers to reveal his underwear, which she eased down to uncover the erect cock. She gave an involuntary gasp. The realization that this cock would penetrate her vagina filled her with lecherous longing.

Watching her reaction, Sarah said 'Gosh, Bessie. That looks most interesting. I haven't seen it so huge for years!' With mock surprise, she added, 'How on earth did you manage that?'

Bessie broke off the kiss to examine her prize, handling it with care and affection, finger tips exploring the length, thumb and middle finger curling round the girth. Her greedy eyes were glued to its handsome dimensions. She felt the lacing at the back of her gown being untied. It was, she knew, Sarah, encouraging the action by removing her dress. The shoulder strap slipped away to allow the bodice to fall from her breasts, exposing their beauty in front of George's face.

George couldn't be quite sure whether or not he was drunk. But any reticence he might have felt had long since left him. His cock had never felt so fit ti burst. He gazed in admiration at her slightly rounded belly and wonderful breasts, firm and solid, though drooping a little under their sheer weight. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was as though he was some other guy, drooling at the large brown, puckered areola, their edges rounded with pronounced pimples. The areola were now swollen, accentuating the stiff dark nipples. George latched his mouth over the left one, allowing his free hand to rub lightly over the smooth belly, finger tips delving into the top of the patch of ginger-red curls covering the mound. It was hard and swollen with lust already. With Bessie panting heavily, it was clear that she was wanting more exploration by those fingers. Between her thighs in particular. They were rippling with tension.

'I think your father need some help, Henry,' Sarah gestured to George's trousers. With a wide grin, Henry stepped to the side of his father, bending down to grip the waist band of his trousers, tugging them down, over his ankles until they were free. After carefully folding them Henry draped them over the back of an armchair. Meantime, Sarah had released Bessie from her evening gown, leaving her in sheer silk knickers, which George had pushed to one side. Between them, Sarah and Henry removed the last of the couple's underwear.

Rolling Bessie onto her back, Sarah took the right leg, lifting it high and wide, whilst indicated with a head gesture for Henry to do the same with her left leg. Now sprawled over the low back of the chaise, legs wide apart, Sarah saw he step daughter's vulva for the second time that day. Thick, puckered labia, wet with the copious juices oozing from the vagina. Legs now splayed well apart, Sarah gazed on the most beautiful of sights, again thinking that it was one of the wonders of nature. The female vulva. And this was a superb example of the fundamental mystery of the female body, with its large fleshy labia, reminding her of a handful of crumpled silk. The vaginal fluid had gathered at the base of the vulva, and was now overflowing, trickling over the ridge, collecting in the center of her coral-colored rosebud.

George had twisted his body over Bessie, fingers still playing lightly with her vulva and rosebud. He sank to his knees between her open thighs, allowing Sarah to take a hold of his proud penis. Sarah directed it to the puckered entrance to Bessie's vagina, now throbbing with expectation, placing the head at the very gateway to Bessie's ecstacy. Both she and Henry watched with baited breath, fascinated by the sight of their spouses about to engage in a fuck. The eyes of both were filled with a mixture of lust and jealousy, as the cock slowly pushed its way between the pink lips of the vagina. Bessie was heard to gasp with oh my God as the cock penetrated her, disappearing inch by inch into its natural female receptacle.

During sex in bed, Sarah had often fantasized about watching her husband's cock sliding into another woman's vagina, but had never really expected it to happen. And here it was. Her mouth was dry seeing the cock she knew well and loved, thrusting its way into a plump vagina. Now it was happening she couldn't be sure whether she was jealous or thrilled. Perhaps both. It was the sexiest sight she had ever seen. Certainly her loins were churning away. She glanced at Henry to see that he too had mixed feelings, but all geared to causing sexual arousal.

Bessie was stunned with disbelief that she was actually having that she had earlier craved for. A new cock. And that of her father! It was incredible. Her whole body was responding. Oh my god! She had never expected it to actually happen. But, what would her husband be feeling? She saw him through half-open eyes, staring at the sight of his wife being violated by another cock. His father's, no less! A wave of lust swept though her, consuming her whole body. Her hips jerked. This was really wild! Treasure every second of the sensation. Memorize it!

Sarah was boiling over with overwhelming desire. She unfastened the side zip of her gown. Without taking her eyes from the extraordinary sight in from of her, the shoulder strap was shrugged away, allowing the gown to shutter to the carpet. As she stepped out if it, she became aware of Janet behind her, enjoying the performance of George now fucking Bessie with long firm strokes, Janet scooped up the dress, draping it over a chair, followed by Sarah's purple, beautifully embroidered silk knickers, already heavily stained in the cotton crotch. Janet held them to her nose for a few moments, inhaling the delicious scent of a woman's arousal. She was reminded of their earlier encounter. What an aphrodisiac!

Charles saw Janet's interest in Sarah's knickers. He wrapped his arms round her from behind, pushing his erect cock against her buttocks. She too, was a smooth, elegant woman. There was something about sophisticated ladies that turned him on. Such a privilege to penetrate their defenses. And they loved it. Loved being taken. He felt Janet press her bottom against his erection and rub over it whilst still holding Sarah's knickers to her nose. Pressing her over the head of the chaise, already accommodating two fucking couples, Charles hoisted the hem of her gown over her waist. His fingers deftly moved the knickers to one side, exposing her plentiful thatch of copper-coloured pubic hair that framed the vulva, and the long fleshy labia, suspended from the vulva. After admiring their attractive beauty, he place the head of his cock against the gathered flesh at the mouth of her vagina. A moment of reverence before he slid his stiffness deep into her. He felt her stiffen slightly as the cock reached it's destination. Then she closed here eyes, and relaxed as he began thrusting. Sheer heaven!

Henry had got Sarah's message. Quickly removing his own trousers and underwear, he looked down at his erect cock, rearing arrogantly in front of his belly. Sarah saw him and knew she must have it. Watching the naked Sarah move behind the fucking couple, to above Bessie's head. He got the next message, as she lifted her right leg onto the low arm of the chaise, steadying herself by holding on to George's shoulders, so that her vulva was directly above Bessie's face. Moving in behind Sarah, Henry studied the vision in front of him. In the valley between her superbly shaped buttocks, below the crinkled pink-brown bum, was her dripping vulva. Literally dripping. A dribble of her vaginal juices was running down her left thigh. The sight fired his lust to an even greater intensity. With no further preliminaries, Henry guided his cock into the mouth of the delicious vagina and thrust to the hilt, feeling Sarah jerk at the intrusion. 

Leaning back, steadying himself by holding the hips, a highly sexed Bessie watched spellbound, as her husband guided his solid cock to the entrance of Sarah's puckered vagina. Being fucked by her father whilst watching her husband penetrate his step mother's vagina was astonishing - totally irresistible, enough to trigger the first jolt of her shattering orgasm of several agonizing spasms. As she regained her breath, the sight in front of her kept her fully stimulated. Lifting her nose to touch Sarah's clit, she rubbed it up and down, her eyes glued to the sliding cock and the swaying testicles slapping against her chin. Her tongue swept along the underside of the thrusting erection, tasting the sweet nectar of the vaginal juices. Unalloyed ecstacy.

The penetration of her vagina by her step son filled Sarah with a feeling of almost religious fervor. Overpowering. In a state of utter beatific bewilderment, Sarah leaned to her husband to kiss him passionately. She muttered in his ear, 'Oh my God darling. I love you! This is a wonderful way to express it. Sharing our sex with family. So fucking marvelous!' George returned the passion of her kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths. Her orgasm wasn't far away. She reached down into her loins to concentrate on the wonderful fluttering sensation building into a huge wave of delicious pain. Bessie's tongue was rubbing her clit, triggering her release. And when it came it catapulted her into ecstatic oblivion.

Leaning over the end of the chaise, Janet and James had joined in the orgy. With her gown hoisted over her waist, her knickers pulled to one side, James was enjoying the nectar of her loins lubricating his lunging cock. Janet's head was on a level with Sarah's breasts. She latched her mouth onto the right nipple, sucking and tonguing. Three couples fucking on the chaise longue, each watching the others as their bodies were engaged in the thrill of animal copulation. Pure simple fucking and sucking! The air was filled with moans, grunts and squeals, cries of encouragement and of blissful agony. And the unmistakable aroma of sex, itself an aphrodisiac spur.

Henry was the first to feel the swelling in his groin. The muscles tensing and flexing, until it was unstoppable. With a heaving jerk, his groin thrust violently at Sarah, as his ejaculation spurted deep into her vagina. He held it there for a few blissful moments before slowly withdrawing, backing away from the wonderful bottom. Bessie immediately opened her mouth against the distended vagina to catch the sperm dribbling from it.

Seeing Sarah unmounted, Charles pulled his erection from Janet's vagina, stepping across to behind Sarah. The sight of her exciting bottom and vulva, dripping its contents into is mother's mouth, got him to a fever pitch of excitement. He presented his cock to the delectable vagina, paused for a brief moment to take in the event, then slid it deep and full in to Sarah, as she recovered slowly from her ecstacy. Grasping the buttocks, Charles fucked as hard and deep as he could. For some reason, he wanted to rape this elegant, sophisticated woman. Violate her beauty. Shag her into unconsciousness. He could hear her screaming - asking for more. A loud grunt with every thrust. It was whilst he fucked her hard that James noticed the puckered entrance to her bum. It was perfect. Perfect symmetrical gathered flesh in pinkish brown. He was fascinated by it - he decided there and then to penetrate it. He must violate it.

Bessie was in a trance. Her wows and oohs were loud. This was the moment when George felt his loins squeezing hard. There was no stopping the spasms in his groin and testicles as he threw back his head, thrusting his now spurting cock deep inside his daughter. He withdrew after the third splash, to finish the ejaculation in her thick bush of pubic hair. No sooner had he withdrawn, than his wife pushed her head between Bessie's thighs to fasten her lips around her vagina. 

On the serving table behind him was still the bowl of butter curls. Still fucking Sarah, he reached over to take a curl, applying it onto the gathered bum, pressing it inside with his middle finger until it was fully melted. He was fascinated by the way the anus dilated, like a flower opening its petals. In one swift move, he withdrew from Sarah's vagina, applying the head to her bum. With his thumbs, he pulled the flesh apart to open the anus, and slowly slipped his cock deep inside. He felt Sarah wince and heard her sharp gasp at the invasion of her private entrance.

Meantime, now that Henry was free from his step mother, Jane got her arms round him from behind, feeling his wet sticky cock. 'My turn, darling,' she whispered hoarsely into his ear, her hands roaming over this groin. The erection was still as strong as ever, much to Henry's amazement and delight. It was quite a long time since he had managed two fucks in succession. This was his chance again! Janet had been teasing him during dinner, drawing attention to her shapely breasts, trailing her finger tips over the swelling in his trousers, whilst his wife teased his father with her large breasts.

Janet reached behind her dress to lower the zip, shaking the shoulder strap away. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to step out of it, laying it over Sarah's gown on the back of a chair. Her knickers quickly discarded, Janet steered Henry onto the end of a second chaise. Pushing him down, so that he leant back on his arms, his erection still rearing proud, Janet knelt between his thighs to take it between finger and thumb. Henry groaned with delight as he watched Janet lean over his groin to kiss the tip, before dropping it slowly into her mouth, her lips pressing against the shaft. She sucked it and licked it all over, feeling the power building up inside his thighs.

As Sarah sucked greedily at the juices of her husband mingled with Bessie's nectar, wallowing in her wanton lewdness, she felt a cool splat on her bottom, a finger penetrating her bum. Mm, yes. She liked fingers up her bum. But ker-ist! This was no finger. It was a cock. She winced at the touch. Sarah was shocked at first. The feel of a cock pressing into her bum was unexpected. It was stretching, but with an intensity that almost took her breath away. To her surprise, it didn't actually hurt, but the intensity was so high that it almost felt like pain. As Charles penetrated further the sensation was like having the center of her body explored. Every sensation was focused there, moving powerfully up into her, rather than the hole. The longer it went on, the more that feeling built up. And when Charles sank in more deeply there was a special warmth that radiates out from the middle of her body. Oh my god! Very intense. She was juddering. It was terrific! Awesome!

Charles was feeling every subtle sensation on his cock inside Sarah's bum. Her anal muscles were beginning to grip him, as he sensed her enjoyment intensifying. She was tight, but he was able to thrust in and out without discomfort. Such was the different experience and the mounting excitement, that he felt unable to prevent the rising tension building up. He was going to come. He couldn't stop it. He heard her heavy panting, whilst still eating his mother's vulva. Knowing that his mother was watching his every thrust brought him to the boil. The sudden wave. The huge thrust. His cock exploded inside Sarah's bum. Quickly withdrawing after the first spurt, he pressed his erupting cock into his mother's waiting mouth. She took the remaining copious spurts with greed, cooing at the thrill.

'Oh darling! Thank you. That was very welcome,' Bessie purred. As Charles backed away, holding his stiffness in his hand, the two ladies pushed their mouths in to each other's swollen vulva. Both ate hungrily at the fleshy lips. Chewing clits and reaching into vaginas with stiffened tongues. Index fingers swirled inside bums, heightening the intensity of growing excitement. Both were so highly charged with promiscuity, that bellies trembled yet again, thighs jerking as waves after wave of orgasmic spasms shook them.

They lay quietly together for a while recovering, before standing, to embrace over the chaise, kissing, and caressing each other's buttocks, sharing the young sperm.

'This calls for more champagne,' Sarah decided. She took Bessie by the arm, leading her round to the fireplace. George, ever the perfect host and husband, had already opened another bottle and was pouring it expertly. After handing a glass to each of the ladies, he offered a drop of brandy with it. Both nodded their agreement. They were exhausted. In need of rejuvenation.

Charles poured himself a generous whisky, splashing soda with it. 'I need this,' he laughed. Bessie looked down at her son's groin. He was still fully erect beneath his shirt tails.

'Well Sarah,' Bessie suggested with a wink, 'something must have worked wonders with the men.'

'Oysters perhaps?'

'It obviously affected you ladies as well,' Charles replied. 'You've all been as sexy as hell.'

'I noticed that you didn't fuck your mother, though,' Sarah added.

'We can soon put that right.' And Charles tossed back the whisky before taking his mother's large breasts in his hands. Sarah took Bessie's glass from her as she staggered back. Pushing her against the arm of the nearest chaise, Charles pushed his right leg between her thighs to pry them apart. Taking his ever-ready cock in one hand, he parted her labia with the other. Bessie's eyes were glued to the sight. With one thrust, he penetrated his mother's vagina with a grunt. It was amazing! His cock in his mother's soaking vagina. Just unbelievable! He had to fuck her. Now! Fast and deep.

'Oh my god,' Bessie howled, her mind closed to everything except her son's cock thrusting deep into her. 'Fantastic! How long have I prayed for this moment.' She threw her head back in triumph. This was such a wonderful climax to the evening. Her son penetrating her deep vagina, fulfilling a long-held ambition, ever since she had come across him masturbating on his bed. He didn't know she'd seen him, but Bessie was smitten by the wonderful cock, often fantasizing about it during her own solo pleasures.

Sarah knelt on the chaise at the side of Bessie, giving her a passionate kiss, fingering her swollen clit, as George stood on the other side of his daughter, suckling the left nipple of her pendulous breast, listening to her gasps of rapture.

Henry, meantime, cock embedded deeply into Janet, was amazed at his own stamina. Not for a long time had he been capable of maintaining such an erection for such a long time. His second coming was gathering in his groin. The tension was already gripping his loins. He grunted with effort as each spasm ejaculated into Janet's jerking body. She was lost in the coils of a shattering orgasm, grunting. 'Yes, yes, yes! Ooo fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' as she bounced up and down on Henry's lap.

After panting for a few moments to recover, Janet lifted her bottom and stood, rejoicing in the warm feeling inside her belly. Three generations of cock filling her pussy. And all within the same two hours. Sensational! God! More champagne to celebrate.

Henry also stood, taking Janet in his arms for a hard kiss, unable to understand the lust that still fired his insatiable libido. But he didn't care! His penis remained rock-hard, ready for more fucking. And Sarah was kneeling on the chaise, kissing Bessie feverishly whilst his son was fucking his mother. Taking Janet by the waist, he led her to George, who was rewday with a glass of bubbly.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 21



'He's ready for you, Janet. Look at his cock, still hard and raring to go. I'm having his wife.' And Jane put her free arm round George, her hand clasping his erection and testicles.

Moving to the end of the chaise, facing Sarah's buttocks, Henry put his hands on both mounds of flesh, stroking outwards, parting the cleavage to expose the glorious bunch of glistening flesh protruding from the plump outer labia. His eye caught sight of his son's cock lunging in and out if his wife's rumpled vagina. Her pubic hair was tousled and wet as her hips thrust back at James in rhythm to his. Stirred into action, Henry knelt behind Sarah, presenting the head of his cock to the entrance of her love nest. He felt her wince at his intrusion before pressing back against him in encouragement. Closing his eyes, Henry lost himself in the thrill of the smooth fuck, resplendent in the knowledge that he was filling his father's wife with his penis. Awesome! 

Janet swigged off her champagne, replacing the glass, before dropping to her knees, swinging round in front of George to take his swollen head in her mouth. Deep throat. Slide the whole shaft into her throat and squeeze on it. She felt it jerk. Then a slow mouth job whilst George played with the lovely breasts of Bessie. It wasn't long before George lifted Janet to her feet, swung her against the head of the chaise, getting her knees wide apart. Full of admiration for his own staying power, he couldn't believe that his cock was still fully erect. Sarah would be proud of him. A whole new lease of sex life beckoned. But first, he was desperate to fuck his Business manager. Her wide-open thighs showed him the dilated vagina and drooping labia, wet and swollen from their earlier action. It was a very erotic sight, inspiring him to enter her roughly and quickly. Her eyes squeezed tight as he penetrated her.

Three couples copulating on the same chaise, moans and groans filling the room with their thrilling sounds. Cries for more. Begging not to stop. It was James who first exploded into his mother's gushing vagina. Sarah watched Bessie's expression of ecstacy as she herself felt Henry spurt inside her vagina. Deft fingers rubbing her clit in a fast circular motion, helped her to join in the orgasms with a long loud sigh of release. As Bessie and Sarah lay quietly recovering, they listened to George's final grunts and Janet's squeals of agonizing delight.

As a result of the violent exertions, Sarah felt absolutely exhausted. Heaving herself from the chaise, she leaned on her husband's shoulder. Turning her face up to his, she kissed him lovingly before finishing off her remaining champagne.

'I'm knackered,' she explained, staggering off to her bedroom. After a visit to the toilet, she slipped quickly into her nightgown before sliding between the sheets. Sleep came quickly. The others followed her example. 'We'll clear up in the morning,' was Jane's last comment before retiring.

They all slept deeply.

The following morning, Sarah was lying under the duvet, on her left side, with her right leg thrown to the side. It was cosy and warm. The smell of brewing coffee. As she started to come round from a refreshing sleep, she was having a wonderful dream of her body filled with throbbing cock. Delicious! When she was half awake, Sarah realized that she really was being fucked from behind. A strong thick cock was sliding in and out of her. She just lay there, reveling in the sheer ecstacy of waking up with a cock inside her, quietly purring with delight. Her fingers found her clit, adding to the thrill.

Sarah's thighs began to tremble. The muscles in her legs and thighs tightened. Her hips started to rock back and forth to the rhythm of the driving cock. George was excelling himself. Two mornings on the trot. The viagra must still be working, she though vaguely. Then she realized something was not quite right. She couldn't think what. Half opening her right eye, glancing over her shoulder she saw it was James, George's grandson ravishing her. The sudden thought overwhelmed her, filling her with a wild lust. Sarah bucked fiercely against the groin, trying desperately to get as much cock inside her vagina as she could. Fingers grappled roughly with her clit, until she crashed out. The orgasm swept through her, swamping her entire body. Back arching, thighs thrashing.

'Oh my God!' Sarah grunted, as she bucked and shook, aware of her vagina being flooded with sperm. 'Fucking marvelous.'After a few moments of panting, Sarah felt the penis slowly withdraw, as a voice whispered in her ear.

'You are so fantastic Sarah. I could fuck you all day. But alas...' Then she felt him roll from the bed and pad out of the room in the direction of the shower. Sarah lay still, eyes closed, a smile on her lips, still breathing heavily, absorbing the wonderful fact that her step grand-son had fucked her yet again. Ecstacy! Oh Sarah, she thought, what a fuck-lucky lady you are. Her mind went back to how Henry had fucked her the previous evening, from behind, her pussy poised over Bessie's head. Oh my God! Then Charles. And an anal fuck! What a night! What a celebration. Her fingers encouraged another small, but very satisfying orgasm from her loins. Pity they have to go home today. But there'll still be Janet here. Mm , that'll be good.

Sarah knew that sex in the future would never be the same again for any of them.

Elsewhere, in the guest room, Bessie had been the first to awaken, her body spooned into the back of Henry. She draped her arm over his thigh to fondle his penis, soft and sleeping. 'I adore that cock,' she thought as it stirred beneath her fingers. 'But I would like more of it.' But she also realized that she had fallen in love with Sarah's vulva, having sampled it fully on Christmas morning. 'My God! What a day that was!' She slipped out of bed, shuffled into her dressing gown and went into the toilet for a pee and clean her teeth and face, speculating on her need for more and more sex as she got a little older. Then, in the kitchen, Bessie filled the coffee maker and switched it on. It was turned 8 o'clock. After a few minutes, a sleepy eyed Henry joined her.

'How do you feel this morning?' she asked.

'Better than I deserve.' He went to give her a hug and a kiss. 'And you were amazing last night, darling.' His hands slipped inside her dressing gown to casually fondle her breasts.

'Some party,' she said, feeling her body respond to the stimulated sensitive nipples. Messages were sent rapidly to her loins where her lubrication glands started up. When breast feeding, she always wore panty liners to soak up the dribbles.

'You did okay yourself, big boy! We'll describe it all to each other tonight,' she whispered in his ear, 'as we do a replay. Just the two of us. Gosh! I'm ready right now,' she added with a laugh.

The coffee started bubbling away. Bessie busied herself getting out mugs, sweeteners and milk from the fridge as George appeared in the kitchen. Greetings were said all round.

'Here, Henry. Take this coffee in to waken Janet.' She turned back to the coffee maker as Henry dutifully left. 'Coffee George?' She felt his arms round her waist, his face nuzzle the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. Hands groped at her breasts, finding their way between the folds of her gown to enjoy their fullness. She paused, dropping her head back onto George's shoulder. 'Are you still up and ready?' she muttered. 'Heavens above!'

'Ravenous,' he muttered. 'I need another fix of your breasts before you leave.'

Bessie was aware of the hem of her gown being lifted at the back, as she was pushed gently over the kitchen tops. She thrust her buttocks out, pressing against George's loins. 'Go on then, darling. I could do with a fix as well.' And Bessie felt the stiff cock nudging at her wet vagina. 'Mm, yes please.' Then that beatific moment of glory as the cock slid effortlessly into her hungry vagina, filling her completely, whilst a hand eagerly squeezed her free-hanging right breast. Oh, yes. This was heaven. Bessie so adored being fucked.

The aroma of fresh coffee filled Janet's nose as she came out of a deep slumber. A voice spoke. 'Coffee for a sleeping beauty.' As her eyes opened, she saw Henry sitting close to her on the edge of her bed. Her mind vaguely remembered the hard cock between those thighs. The memory of the previous night's excesses flooded her mind. It had been mind- blowing! And so unexpected. She slipped a hand from beneath the duvet, sliding it along Henry's upper pyjama-clad thigh. Had that cock really penetrated her? Yes, she thought. And the others. Her fingers reached their target. Stiffening fast. She watched as Henry smiled down at her, unfastening the belt of his gown.

When the object of her interest appeared from the opening of his pyjamas, Janet gazed at it in adoration. This idol - this god - had given her so much pleasure last night. After studying it closely for a few seconds, Janet propped herself up on one elbow, and leaned in to take the cock in her mouth. Scrumptious! Henry leaned back on his elbows, allowing Janet full access to his erection. The faint stale taste of sex juices clung to the shaft. A very erotic taste. Circling the base of the shaft with her thumb and index finger, Janet bobbed her head up and down, licking the upper shaft with her tongue, her lips caressing it. Adoring it!

Henry was overwhelmed by a sensation of exquisite pleasure as Janet's tongue worked its sensuous journey over the head of the cock and round the shaft. He closed his eyes, letting his mind conjure up the memory of his cock sliding smoothly in and out of Janet's warm slippery pussy. Sheer bliss. But he didn't think he'd be long in coming. Just lean back and enjoy. Oo yes! Enjoy! Then that delicious agonizing climax. Wait for ir!

For several minutes Janet concentrated on sucking and worshiping this superb cock, until she felt the beginnings of Henry's enthusiasm tugging his buttocks. The muscles clenched and flexed. The contractions became more quickly. His thighs started to jerk. She heard him grunt. His hips pushed against her. His bum lifted from the bed as she felt the sudden whoosh in her mouth. And again. And again. Seven spurts of delicious sperm filled her mouth. Her mouth fucking was faster during the explosion. Then she slowed down, drawing the whole cock into her mouth, before she pulled away. Janet looked up at Henry's smiling face, sperm trickling from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed. Every drop.

'Wonderful to start the day with a cocktail,' she said. 'I hope to have seconds later in the day.' Henry stood with a laugh, re-fastened his gown and returned to the kitchen. He could hear Bessie moaning with delight before he got there. He was just in time to see his father withdrawing from his wife's vagina. Sperm dribbled from it, as her dressing gown shuttered back over her trembling, pale bottom. She remained bent over, holding on to the edge of the kitchen top, her breasts dangling, as she recovered her composure.

'Nice early morning exercise father?' he joked.

'Yes! Better than jogging. I hope to borrow your wife again, Henry. I've left a deposit there just in case.'

Bessie stood, turning to him, 'You must visit us in London for a weekend.' And then she held Henry in her arms, kissing him fully on the mouth. 'Thank you Henry, darling, for a very happy Christmas.'



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 22



CHRISTMAS DAY AT THE VICARAGE

On Christmas morning, Susanna was feeling rather tense. It was a very busy time at the vicarage, and she was feeling rather neglected, though she expected that would change later in the day. Her tension was, she knew, because of her neglected need for sexual relief. She felt very horny with no chance of relief just yet. Sue had managed to see Sarah in church on Christmas Eve, though she was with her family. An furtive exchange of anxious looks between them was all they could achieve. She was frustrated.

Susanna, the vicar's wife, was enjoying very private intimate relations with Lady Sarah - a well-known and highly respected lady in her late forties, and wife of a local aristocrat. It had started two years earlier, at an official lunch in the Town Hall to mark the four-hundredth anniversary of the town's charter. Sue's husband, Lionel Peter, was the parish vicar, preferring to be called Peter these days, rather than Lionel. He had recently taken over the living from the previous vicar, now retired, and Sue had only met Sarah briefly before. Sarah's husband was an accomplished organist and occasionally played in the parish church.

For several years now, Susanna had accepted a declining sex life with her husband, with the occasional desultory intercourse being more for his benefit than for hers. Her orgasms were always self induced. Well - she thought - they had been married for twenty years after all. She realised that it wasn't really surprising that their love was a bit stale, though Christmas day was usually a special occasion. Of course, Susanna was not aware that her husband, a handsome man, had other hot mature ladies in the parish to satisfy his sex drive, which he took advantage of most weeks.

The vicar and his wife had left their previous parish to escape a scandal which threatened to make their life intolerable. Sue had stupidly fallen into a short affair with the young head chorister, an eighteen year old student who was unable to avoid bragging to his friends. Sue was dumbfounded by his treachery. Her friend, and sometime lover, the headmaster's wife, had come to her rescue. And the headmaster himself had told the young man in no uncertain terms that he would face the police accused of slander against the vicar's wife unless he admitted that the claim was false. Even so, the Bishop thought it wise to move them to a new parish some miles away, to avoid embarrassing gossip in church circles.

So here they were. A small county town with a strong church congregation, with several wealthy and self-important members. Having exchanged what are called meaningful looks across the tables during that life-changing lunch, there was no doubt in Sarah's mind that Susanna was both attractive and in need of some attention. They happened to meet in the ladies powder room afterwards. After a light kiss, which had lasted longer than the usual perfunctory peck, Sarah had found herself kneeling before the vicar's wife, her head beneath her skirt, kissing her crotch and inhaling the scent. Both ladies were bowled over. The promise of a coffee at the vicarage was accepted. And their affair began in earnest.

After a stunning, wild weekend together in London at Sarah's step-son's flat in Dolphin Square, the couple managed to keep their relationship a close secret between them, meeting each week for coffee - and explosive sex. Well, not quite secret. The wealthy Church Warden, Cynthia had intercepted a look between the lovers, after church one Sunday. She had diplomatically tackled Susanna about it and, to cut a long story short, had her own affair with the vicar's wife. Well, hardly affair - more of a one-off session during the summer in Cynthia's conservatory. Susanna had enjoyed the experience enormously, but had no wish to make it a regular occurrence. Both had satisfied their curiosities to a fulfilling climax on that one awesome occasion to remember.

Now, after more than two years since they met, Susanna was beginning to wonder whether or not Sarah's interest in her was waning. The enthusiasm didn't seem to be what it was. Sue was aware of her lover's other lady friends, discreet though they were. She knew Sarah only too well, and was surprised to find herself feeling rather jealous of her other lovers. She also knew of Sarah's internet friends, though was happy for Sarah to indulge online sex. It gave them something to laugh about, and encourage their sexual awareness of each other. But other real lady lovers were different, though she knew in her heart that Sarah's only real love was for her. At least that was her hope.

So in the week before Christmas, on their usual Tuesday coffee morning together, Sarah came to the vicarage rather earlier than usual. Sue wasn't to know that Sarah was feeling so very horny for some reason - eager to make love. Sue was dressed in blouse and jeans. After a kiss 'hello', Sarah hanging her coat on the hall stand, they went into the kitchen where Sue filled the kettle. No sooner had she switched it on, than she felt Sarah put her arms round her, twisting Sue to face her. Their lips clashed in a hard, long passionate kiss, taking Sue rather by surprise by its intensity. Whilst they chewed at each other's mouths, Sarah grappled at the waist band of Sue's jeans, unfastening them impatiently, before pushing them over her hips to shutter to the floor. Her hand slipping down into her knickers, fingers clawed their way between Sue's thighs to find the object of their search. That beautiful, fleshy vulva. Already wet.

They broke for air! Both were panting heavily. It was clear to Sue that her lover wanted much more exploration with her fingers and her lips. Between the thighs in particular. 'Gosh, Sarah. You're wasting no time.'

'I want you, Sue. Need you. Now! This minute.' Sue didn't argue. She pulled Sarah's face to hers and kissed her mouth hard, tongue forcing its way into it. This was more like the old days. Sue's belly was gurgling.

'For God's sake, take me then darling,' she muttered. 'You know I'm all yours.'

Sarah had always been in awe of her lover's vulva since she first set eyes on it. Its glossy hair was so thick that the labia were completely hidden within the curls. But not so the stands of starchy liquid that had seeped onto them, like dew, evidence of her aroused state. They were rippling with tension. When her fingers barely touched the tip of the clitoris, Sue's knees buckled. Sarah's urgency had carried her away. She was suddenly tense and very randy, thrilled at Sarah's need for her.

With Sue's legs crumpling and parting, Sarah had easy access to the most delicious part, sliding her hand between the thighs. Her palm cupped the hairy vulva, feeling the contours of her thick, puckered labia. Very warm and wet already with slippery juices oozing from the vagina. Sarah sighed with pleasure. After lifting her fingers to her nose, to sample the unique scent and taste of Sue's juices scooped onto her fingers, Sarah slowly sank to her knees. She slipped the jeans from her ankles, removing the knickers, before easing Sue's thighs over her shoulders.

Legs splayed well apart, Sarah gazed on one of the most beautiful of sights in the world, wallowing in the heady aroma. So glorious. Adorable. Sarah thought the female vulva one of the wonders of the natural world. And Sue's vulva was a prime example. The personal nectar had gathered in a small pool at the base of the vulva, and was now overflowing, trickling over the ridge, collecting in the center of her coral-colored rosebud. Spreading her finger and thumb either side of the engorged labia, Sarah revealed the wet vagina with its ridges of pink flesh, culminating in a cluster round her delectable passage. Superb!

With a sigh of adoration, Sarah blew gently on the dilating vagina before snaking out her tongue to touch the bloated clitoris. Sue lurched with an involuntary jerk. A gasping cry as the vagina contracted again. Her body rigid, Sue grasped the head and thrust it hard against her juicy labia, the nose pressing against her erect clitoris.

The aroma and taste were delectable sending Sarah wild with unbridled lust. She was hungry for it. Chewing Sue's swollen clit. Sucking at the labia. Taking the whole vulva into her mouth. Eating it. One hand was now under Sue's bra, playing with her right nipple, whilst the other fingered her juice-covered bum, the stiff middle finger slipping inside it.

Sue had closed her eyes, whimpering and moaning. It was some time since Sarah had been so possessive and demanding, bringing her to that ultimate peak of ecstasy. With rolling hips and flexing muscles in her thighs, she could feel the rising tension inside her loins. She was concentrating all her mind on the wonderful, indescribable sensation of the gathering climax within her, allowing the full force of her orgasm to overcome her. The finger fucking her bum was driving her crazy. With a long agonizing moan, eyes screwed up, her mouth pulled back as if in a silent scream.

'Yes! Here it comes! Oh, yes! Yes! YES! GLORIOUS! Out of this world! Oh my God! Come on! Come on!'

And the climax overwhelmed her conscious mind with its sheer intensity. Her body lurched and shuddered.

With each unstoppable lunge, Sue grasped Sarah's head, pushing her quivering vulva hard against her mouth and nose, crying out triumphantly, glorying in the sensuality, until the tensions finally snapped. Sarah kept kissing her vulva again and again, with deep devotion, until the last drop of Sue's ejaculations had been consumed and her lover, eyes closed in an expression of bliss, was relaxed and composed.

Then Sarah swung Sue's legs from her shoulders, pressing her to kneel in front of her. Lifting her skirt, dragging her knickers to one side, Sarah pushed Sue's face against her throbbing clit. Gasping for breath, she was almost there already. Sue's orgasms always got her to the peak of agitation. Sarah cried out. 'I'm coming. I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Don''t stop. Fuck me Sue. For Gods sake. Fuck me with your fingers and tongue.'

And Sue knew how Sarah like fingers up her bum and in her pussy at the same time. Three in each, pounding in and out. Glorious! 'Oh my God! I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming!'

And she did. A biggy!

Then she collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath with Sue clasped in her arms, holding her close. 'Oh my God, Sue. You are marvelous. I love you dearly.'

'Thank you Sarah. I was beginning to think you were going off me.'

'Never. You make me the happiest lady in the world. No-one else can bring me to such ecstatic heights.'

'But I guess they've tried a few time', Sue giggled.

'Mm ... well, there have been the odd moments, I admit. Same with you I suppose.'

Susanna was taken a little by surprise. Did Sarah know about Cynthia? How could she?

'Coffee darling. Recovery time. Then ... who knows?'

After coffee, they had made love more slowly. It was out of this world. Heavenly. Sarah was as obsessed by the sight of Sue's delectable pussy as Sarah was with hers! Sue was purring with happiness. No, she realized her lover's passion was not diminished. Welcome back.

On Christmas morning, the church was full for the family service at 10. Collection had been taken, and was very abundant. The final carol had been sung lustily, and the final prayer spoken. Peter had stood by the church door, shaking hands and wishing his flock a happy Christmas, before finally returning to the vestry. No more services for two days. He could enjoy some free time for a day or two, with Susanna and his daughter Emily.

The Church Warden, Cynthia was busy counting the collection, which by tradition, was for the vicar's personal use. But she would bank it first and then arrange for a check to be handed to Peter. After chatting to several of the departing churchgoers Susanna followed her husband into the vestry, having made final goodbyes to the organist and his wife. She would collect Peter's surplice to take home for washing, before tidying his robes away.

'I need to make a visit our parishioners in the hospital,' Peter said, 'but I won't be too late. Can you lock up, Cynthia?' She nodded. 'And I'll see you back home, Susanna.'

'Yes, darling, but don't be long. I've got to start the dinner.' She was bundling his robes into the large hessian carrier bag, then stood up, turning to smile at the elegant Cynthia. Sue suddenly remembering her taught body and firm breasts. Those long nipples. Memories of their passionate morning earlier in the year filled her mind. The perfect shape of Cynthia's sixty-odd year old body, kept in immaculate condition with exercise, and regular massage. Sue could visualize the narrow waist, the flat belly and shapely hips putting her own figure to shame, the groin covered with a light growth of golden pubic hair stretching down into the creases of her inner thighs. The crumpled lips of brown flesh bursting from the inner vestibule of her vulva. Her mouth dried at the thought of feeling them.

As the images flashed through Sue's memory, their eyes met and held each other with a telling look. Cynthia recognized the hungry look in Sue's eyes. As though mesmerized, Sue remained still as Cynthia stepped in to her, putting her arms round her waist, allowing her hands to caress Sue's rounded buttocks. She felt the light tremor in Sue's loins as she began lubricating at the touch. And when Cynthia kissed her mouth, Sue closed her eyes, her knees feeling like jelly. The trembling in her thighs signaled her lack of any resistance. Still kissing gently, tongues exploring each other, her friend was slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The hand slipped into the top of the bra, fingers searching the contours of the soft flesh for the hardened nipple. Time stood still as Sue enjoyed the caress of soft hands on her breasts and nipples.

Then, with a sudden urgency, Cynthia lifted the hem of Susanna's long skirt, bunching it round her waist, before pressing her against the vestry table, at the same time sinking into a crouch. Her face pressed against the crotch of Sue's knickers, nose rubbing against the silk. She inhaled the deep musky scent of her vulva. Superb! Thrilling! Hungrily sucking and nibbling at the hidden vulva and its bunched labia, Cynthia could feel the thighs shudder with delight and desire. She heard the loud gasp. Her own vagina was bubbling over by this time. Gripping the waist of Sue's knickers, she dragged them down the thighs and legs. Her tongue never left the warm slick vulva as she eased the garment over Sue's feet. Cythia hoisted Sue's bottom onto the edge of the table, lifting the legs high and wide, exposing her thighs and buttocks.

Although Cynthia had seen and licked this vulva before, she was still impressed by the mass of coppery pubic hair spreading down her inner thighs and growing up as far as to her navel. A magnificent sight. The labia were completely hidden within the curls, so that Cynthia had to use her thumbs to stretch apart the outer labia, revealing the luscious opening of Sue's vagina, now oozing with the white dribble of her delicious nectar. It overflowed onto her brownish-pink puckered bottom. Cynthia pushed out her long tongue, licked the bum, pressing her tongue inside, then along the crease, the vagina, the whole vulva, up and down. Lick. Lick. Lick.

There was no stopping Sue's orgasm from surfacing quickly. It had been hovering since she woke up, without the time to spare to satisfy her need before getting ready for church. Now, the tongue of the wicked Cynthia finding her bum, vulva and sensitive clit brought it to the surface in a sudden jolt inside her loins. It came with a loud gasp of surprise. No matter the countless orgasms Sue had experienced in life, each one was as new and utterly surprising as the very first.

Her legs were weak. Her loins buzzed and shook with a succession of loud agonizing gasps as Cythia chewed the labia and sucked the clit relentlessly, three fingers plunging deep and fast into the vagina. The middle finger of her other hand was deep inside her bum. In and out. In and out. It took very little time for Sue to hold her breath once again as a second orgasm built up inside her loins. Her belly was aflame. Her legs shook. Her thighs were taught. Her buttocks lifted as the agony grew more intense. Her face screwed up. Her open mouth drawn back. Her tense body hovered on the brink for several painful seconds before the release suddenly struck her. She cried out. 'Oh my God! My God! My God! Yeeeeeeees!' She fell back on the table top, panting hard.

Withdrawing her fingers from Sue's delicious passages, the agile Cynthia hopped onto the table, lifting her skirt as she squatted over Sue's face. Dragging her knickers to one side, she pressed her dripping pussy against Sue's mouth. Cynthia's vulva was large and unwieldy. Her labia were thick, sloppy and long, hanging from a stubby clitoris beneath a hairy hood. Her vagina was set deep in the vulva, well back between her thighs, protected by four puckered flaps of flesh. Cynthia felt Sue fasten her mouth over the generous labia, sucking hard, lapping the swollen clitoris eagerly. Heavenly! She rubbed vigorously against her friend's mouth, nose, cheeks and chin, her own orgasm building quickly.

The pressure on Sue's mouth and teeth was rather painful, but there was no let up. Cynthia was groaning loudly, twisting her groin quickly from side to side. Pressing against Sue's face. Rubbing. Rubbing. Her loins started to heave as her orgasm welled up strongly from her legs, through her thighs. It exploded like a volcano, ripping through her belly, ejaculating her juices over Sue's face, into her mouth. For several seconds, she continued to cry out, spurting her special nectar into her lover. Sue opened her mouth wide, drinking in the sweet juices. Wonderful! Special! Another small orgasms rippled through her own loins. Wow! She had really needed that to relax her. Sighs of satisfaction filled the vestry. 'Gosh Cynthia. How did you know I wanted that?'

Cynthia smiled as she straightened her clothes. 'It was all in your eyes darling. And do you know what? I really wanted that as well. Let's not leave it so long again before we meet for coffee.'

'Time to lock up!'

'I need the toilet first. And how!'

For Susanna, after changing her underwear, the remainder of the day was filled with cooking their dinner, chatting to her daughter, Emily, home from college. Sue would change into evening dress for the dinner. Part of the family custom was to dress for Christmas dinner. She chose a navy blue full length dress with a low neck-line and wrap-over skirt. Simple and elegant. Peter would wear his best clerical suit. Very smart. Emily would be going to a party with friends that evening, after exchanging presents. They always left it until after their Christmas dinner. Another family custom.

But right now, there was the table to lay, wine to open.

Finally, after a superb meal, with the glass if port with the traditional pudding, the dishwasher stacked and switched on, Emily had gone to her party, a bottle of burgundy and chocolate After-eight mints, were on the coffee table. Sue and Peter sat together on the sofa. Relaxing with the television was on low, showing the usual Christmas entertainment. Sue sighed deeply with satisfaction.

Now on their own, Sue was lounging against the back of the sofa, with her husband's arm round her shoulder, his free hand stroking her thigh. Contentment after a busy day. She wondered what Cynthia was doing. Probably with her son and his family now that all the church duties had come to an end. Though she wasn't sure that making love together qualified as a duty.

'What do you think of Cynthia?' was the surprise question from Peter.

Susanna was rather flustered. She tensed in his arms. 'How do you mean? Why? She's very nice.'




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 22



'Oh, she seems to take a liking to you, that's all.'

'Oh! Is there something wrong with that?' Sue relaxed again. For one anxious moment she thought Peter knew, somehow.

Peter laughed. 'No. I get the impression that Cynthia's looking for a closer relationship, that's all. I'm grateful for her financial support, but...'

It was Sue's turn to laugh. 'I rather think she fancies you, darling. After all, she's a very attractive widow, with a remarkable figure for her age. Maybe...' And Sue's hand gently stroked the front of her husband's trousers, prodding his hidden penis. 'Maybe she'd like a piece of this inside it.'

'There's none to spare,' Peter muttered as he kissed his wife's lips, slipping his free hand into the top of her dress, softly caressing the smoothness. He enjoyed this after dinner canoodling. Now that the responsibilities of Christmas were over, there were nothing on his mind to prevent his paying full attention to his wife's body. Nor were there any problems for Sue to worry about. They could enjoy being together, relaxing and indulging in their sexuality. He was already feeling the result of Sue's probing, knowing that his penis would shortly be entering its own Kingdom of heaven.

The feel of Peters smooth hands on her breast, encouraged Sue to stroke his penis even more, feeling it start to thicken. She loved the feel of cock filling up and stiffening. It gave her a strange sensation of power. Peter always said it was the Lord entering into His servant's loins, to perform His bidding. Sue enjoyed the semi-religious nature of their love-making, though now confined to Christmas day evening. He would, she knew, take her into the private chapel eventually, to do God's bidding. Through his servant, of course.

Memories of her first sexual encounter with Peter crossed her mind. She smiled to herself. He had assumed that she was ignorant of sexual matters. Well, she had been a virgin, but not entirely naive. He took it on himself to educate her in such matters, whispering to her quietly. 'The Holy Spirit enters your body, Susanna, through the soft secret passage between your legs. It is in the most inaccessible part of your body. That is why the Lord put it there. It is a momentous moment for you to be filled with the spirit. It is a form of holy communion. But it is not a step to be taken without careful thought. I believe you are a virgin, unknown to any man.'

'Of course,' she had replied with a serious expression, though inwardly smirking. And on the wedding night, Lionel, as he preferred to call himself then, had taken her into the private chapel - though not the present one - and leaned her body over the altar rail.

'Bless the flesh of this lady, bring her jubilant to the Kingdom of Heaven. Give her joy in her heart. Fill her with thy mercy and Holy Spirit.'

Though only occasionally had they make love this way. And now, only at Christmas. Apart from anything else, it wasn't a very comfortable position. Sue was relieved and pleased when she realized on the next morning, that he would normally fuck her in the usual place. In bed.

But on this Christmas, there were the usual preliminaries. As fingers started to tease her left nipple, sending trickles of excitement to her belly, Sue slowly lowered the zip fastener of Peter's clerical trousers. She slid her hand inside to stroke the inner thighs, before easing the stiffening cock out of the underwear, watching it grow. Her fingers traced a path down its underside, delicately and sensuously, until it stood proud and erect. Lowering her head, Sue kissed the tip with her puckered lips, paying homage to what Peter called the Holy Instrument, given to man by God in his infinite wisdom. She eased back the foreskin, licking and kissing the head.

Whilst his cock was enjoying the attention of Sue's kisses, Peter continued to play with his wife's breasts, his other hand finding the slit in her wrap around skirt, searching inside her thighs for the top of her stockings. He found the touch of silk stocking-clad legs very stirring. The warmth of her vulva reached his fingers as they touched the crotch of her French knickers. Sue always wore her best sexy underwear for Christmas. It was, of course, part of the tradition and ritual. Peter enjoyed the sensuous feel of the silk, and the silkiness of her vulva as it exuded the special nectar designed in Heaven to help the Holy Spirit to penetrate the unfathomable mystery of woman.

With Sue now slowly moving her mouth up and down her husband's shaft, Peter would need to control himself, concentrating instead on exploring the secret passage. It had worried him as a young man, that the demands of his body had resulted in him having masturbated on a frequent basis, and later, in frequent fornication. But he had managed to come to terms with his sexuality, believing it was the will of God that he should be so endowed, to satisfy the calls of the flesh. To hell with self-denial! Besides, satisfaction of the flesh was necessary for his own mental, as well as his physical well-being.

Peter also realised that his private ministrations gave much relief and solace to those mature ladies who took advantage of his weakness. And being no longer in the flush of youth, they were not into shaving or waxing their pubic region. Peter much preferred the female body complete with what nature had intended. There had been a steady string of them over the years. He persuaded them that he was doing the will of the Almighty, giving them much needed succour. They were always only too willing to believe. And enjoy. Of course, Susanna, was unaware of his sexual activities in the parish. She had her own salacious secrets to keep.

The memories of the various women he had seduced, comparing their vulvas and pubic regions, filled his mind as his wife sucked his cock, unaware that his wife was also remembering the fascinating vulvas that she herself had enjoyed, and the young cock she had once been foolish enough to allow to penetrate her. Gosh! The young man had certainly been energetic, she recalled. And prolific. All these memories, coupled with Peter's fondling, had encouraged her vagina to lubricate rather profusely. Oh yes! She was ready for heavenly penetration.

Without speaking, they both stood, going together to their bedroom, where Sue stood quietly at the bottom of the bed whilst Peter undressed her, item by item, laying the garments over the bed, until she was naked. The full-cream 36C breasts fell forward, showing their wrinkled brown areolas, with dark hazelnut nipples circled by a ring of goose-pimples. Her narrow waist and broad hips framed a groin that was a mass of copper-coloured hair spreading down her inner thighs and peaking up as far as to her navel. She was really beautiful! Peter stood admiring the body, his mind in turmoil. Such a wonderful female form. Made by God with man in mind.

After gazing at her figure, his loin on fire with lust, his mind speculating on her enjoyment of sex, Peter took a white robe from the wardrobe, hanging it over her shoulders, before divesting himself of his own clothes. He donned a black cassock, which was quite inadequate at hiding his erection, like a tent pole. Peter led his wife into the small adjoining private chapel, with its long altar and crucifix on the wall above it. A low padded stool was place before the altar rail, set on a single step up. Sue stood before it.

'Dear Father, give unto this, thy servant Susanna, the awareness and delight in welcoming the Holy Spirit into her mysterious passage, that she might seek heavenly bliss with the multitude of angels. Bless the body of thy servant. Give her joy in her heart and fill her with thy mercy and with the Holy Spirit.'

It was the same each year. Without being told, Susanna gazed at the crucifix, making the sign of the cross, before kneeling on the stool, arms wide apart. She lowered the upper part of her breast, arms fully stretched out, on the altar rail. She enjoyed the ritual. It was so erotic. Her senses were eager to savor each touch. 

'Prepare your body to receive the love of God in your secret shrine, endowed in his wisdom, with the celestial secretion produced by his chosen angels.'

Sue's legs spread wide on the long stool, face lifted to heaven. She found herself crying out. 'Take me into thy bosom, O Lord Jesus.' she knew Peter liked to hear that. As she did, Peter lifted the hem of her gown, draping it over her waist. Amid the frame of coppery hair, his mouth dried at the sight of her private juices already oozing from her vagina, hanging like pearls on threads of silk. He needed to taste them. After bending to collect them on his tongue, he sprinkled holy water over the cheeks of her bottom and on the lips of her vulva.

Glancing down at his erection, in a rather hoarse voice, Peter intoned, 'May the grace of our Lord enter into His servant's loins. Fill it with Thy spirit that it may anoint the woman with Thy baptismal waters.'

'Amen,' she muttered in response, eager awaiting the penetration.

As Peter spoke, he raised the hem of his cassock, saying, 'With this holy instrument, I thee reaffirm to be my wife, in the name of Christ the Lord. Take it and revere it for ever and ever, for it is thine to have and to hold from this day forth.'

After the mounting anticipation, Sue gasped as she finally felt his cock penetrate her vagina. It was a sublime moment. Always. With her friend Sarah, both had learned to adore their vulvas. Worship them in fact, though she would never admit that to her husband. It gave her such wonderful, unbelievable ecstatic sensations. Every fuck was like a new experience for her.

Then Peter began to recite the Lord's Prayer. And as he recited, he thrust deeply and powerfully into her welcoming vagina. She felt his whole body aflame with desire and adoration. When the prayer came towards the end, Peter cried out. 'With the contents of this Holy rod and staff, I thee endow. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.' His thrusting had become more vigorous. Sue felt the muscles in his buttocks tense and flex as his lunges became more erratic. They reached a peak, paused for a second, then gave an abrupt violent jerk. His cock erupted deep inside her shrine.

As he came, he blurted, with each spasmodic thrusts of his buttocks, 'In the name of the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit, for ever and ever.' Until the last of the Holy Spirit was released at the altar of Sue's private place of worship, oozing with its internal holy nectar. The sheer arousal of the act brought the rippling muscles in her thighs and loins to a climax. Grappling with her fingers at her clitoris, Sue squeezed her eyes tight, crying out as she triggered her orgasm. Spasm after spasm shook her belly. Her thighs lurched. This was her heaven on earth. Fucking! Ecstacy!

After he finally withdrew from her, Susanna reached between her legs with her fingers, scooping the sperm dripping from her vagina onto them, before taking them to her mouth, licking them clean as she panted for breath. She then stood, turned to Peter and kissed him on the mouth. Oh my God, she thought. Thank you, Lord! 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 23



EMILY'S VIVID IMAGINATION

Emily was tired of being assumed unavailable because she was the vicar's daughter. As if that wasn't sufficient, she was also very pretty with an innocent face, which didn't help. It was different at college, where no one was aware of her parents. It was just the local guys of the parish who saw her as unavailable. So she was not pursued by any of them. If only they knew! Emily had already fucked the vicar, her father, and had sex with her mother, to say nothing of her grandparents and uncles. So that, when home on vacation, her main source of sexual preoccupation was speculating about guy's cocks. It gave her thoughts a focus, at otherwise boring parties.

In fact, whenever Emily looked at a man, her immediate thought always, was to wonder what his genitals were like. Did he have a large thick cock, she wondered, with huge testicles, or a long thin cock and compact testicles? She tried to visualize their equipment as she spoke to them, studying their noses, looking at their fingers, and other outstanding features, wondering if they gave a clue to the shape of their cock. If she could, without making it obvious, she would steal a casual glance at the front of their trousers, hoping to see a bulge. Her heart skipped a beat if she was lucky enough to see the outline of the manhood lurking in there.

On Christmas day, after the family traditional meal, Emily had been invited to Pamela's family party. Her friend, Pamela, lived a few streets away. They had been through high school together, but were now at different colleges, so vacations were the only time they could get together. Emily dressed in a simple knee-length skirt and blouse, shrugged into a heavy tweed coat and left her parents to enjoy their private time together.

Arriving at the party, Emily was welcomed by Pamela and her father. There were family and friends gathered, chatting noisily whilst drinking varied intoxication beverages. Emily was feeling particularly sexy and frustrated. The problem here was that there were lots of couples, but hardly any unattached man to chat to. In fact, there were one or two other unescorted young women in the room, so she had competition. She decided to use the evening planning a new erotic novel she was preparing for her intermediate at college. She was studying for a degree in creative writing, combining fantasy fiction with reality.

Writing dialogue had always been one of Emily's strengths. She enjoyed building fantasies around people with graphic descriptions, losing herself in the illusion so that reality and fantasy were often confused in her mind. She was planning to become a script writer.

Her friend, Pamela, had two brothers and she found herself chatting with the younger one, Sam. He was eighteen and fairly shy, but Emily found she could talk to him freely. This was probably because he too looked on her as a youngster, rather than a grown up even though she was four years his senior. And she had known Sam since he was thirteen, when she first became friendly with Pamela.

Sam had a slender nose and delicate, lengthy fingers. She wondered?

She decided there and then that she would try to explore his genitals before the night was out, and jerk him off into her mouth. That was her most exquisite activity, the best of all experiences -- to swallow a guy's sperm. It gave her a sense of power over the guy and certainly enhanced her own orgasms. She loved being screwed, of course, but swallowing sperm was something again! There were so many varieties of texture of man's seed, from thin and watery to thick and starchy -- from a couple of drops to a deluge -- from oozing sperm to powerfully spurting sperm.

Whilst Sam was going on about Brahms and Chopin, she was wondering which category his sperm fell into. When he came to a break in his musical chat, she thought she would change the subject. He could become part of her dissertation.

'Why haven't you got a girl friend?' she asked him.

'Oh, well ... you know. They don't seem to go for me.'

'Perhaps your interests are too serious for them?'

'Could be,' he agreed

'Or are you too shy, perhaps,' she teased? 'Have you never been with a girl, then?'

'No, not ... er ... not really,' he stammered. 'One day, I suppose.'

'Well, I am surprised. You are nice looking, slim figure, intelligent. What more do they want?'

'You tell me.'

'Not even kissed a girl?'

'Well, just a peck sometimes.'

She looked at him quizzically. 'Would you like to have a proper kiss? You know, a real passionate one?'

Sam stammered. 'Er ... '

'Come on! Let's go outside,' Emily suggested. 'It's a rather hot in here.'

'If you like', Sam agreed, rather surprised at the offer.

No one took any notice as they slipped through the back door into the moonlight. It was a surprisingly mild evening. The house had a large garden with a lawn and several shrubs. Emily led him round the side of the house, then turned to face him. She looked at his pale smooth face, his pale blue eyes, took hold of his hands and kissed his lips gently.

'There. Just a friendly one to start with.'

'Do you like kissing?' he asked her, after licking his lips, tasting the lipstick she was wearing.

'Adore it.' And she took his face in her hands and kissed him again, but this time, rather more firmly.

'I also like my breasts being fondled.'

As she kissed him again, pushing her tongue at his lips, Emily took hold of his left hand, guiding it into the top of her blouse and pushed it into the bra. There, she thought, Sam had his hand on a woman's breast at last! The small breasts felt warm and supple. The nipple was hardening with excitement. She heard him gulp with surprise, though saying nothing as they continued kissing. But with more passion.

Sam was probably trying to make sense of the situation. His sister's young friend encouraging him to feel her soft flesh, even placing his hand on her breast. Wow! He had never done that to a woman before, though had often tried to imagine it, wondering what they felt like. Well, now he would know! Rubbing his hand over the fullest part, it felt wonderful. Smooth, spongy and warm.

But he wasn't prepared for Emily's next planned move. Her hand rubbed the front of his trousers, pressing against the stiff bulge beneath the fabric. Sam would usually get an erection at the mere thought of a naked woman. Like most teenagers. Feeling a bare breast had his cock stiffen in no time at all. There it was, pressing against the leg of his trousers, trying to get upright. There was plenty for Emily to feel. She was impressed by the hidden shaft.

She was sure that Sam felt embarrassed at having this erection, not realizing that it was what Emily wanted. But the soft touch of Emily's hand overcame his objection to it. In fact, it was amazing to have a woman's hand feel his hard cock. The very first time! He would try hard not to come!

'You feel me and I feel you. Okay?' she whispered into his mouth.

Emily liked the touch of what was hidden in his trousers. Quickly unzipping his flies, her hand grappled inside to take hold of the stiff cock. She released it from the confines of his trouser leg. It bounced upright as soon as it was free, liked a coiled spring. It felt fantastic. Heaven! Sheer bliss!

The feel of a hot strange cock always rather startled Emily. Each one was a new experience to savor. Particularly a virgin cock! Sam's was long and slender. Like his other outstanding features! Smooth and rigid. Her fingers snaked all the way down the shaft, enjoying the smoothness of the skin, to explore his rough forest of hair before moving down to the soft, wrinkled testicles, their sac hugging the cock.

For a few seconds, Emily delighted in exploring the contours of the teenage genitals, stroking the inner thighs and the length of the shaft with quick, urgent movements. She decided that it was time to have this one in her mouth - taste the sperm of youth. In fact, she could feel the muscles in his loins tightening already. As she peeled back the foreskin, the cock was already leaking in anticipation. She smeared the slippery end with the pads of her fingers.

Sliding down to her knees, Emily took a quick look at the youth's pale shaft before prising it away from his navel and putting her mouth over the end. Curling the thumb and index finger of her hand round the base, she gently pumped it into her hot wet mouth. It felt gorgeous. It tasted fresh and clean. Unbelievable!

Of course, Sam's loins reacted with inevitable muscular jerks as the excitement grew inside. He had never imagined anyone would want to suck his cock -- or any cock for that matter. He was a bit bewildered, feeling emotions never before experienced, knowing that he was reaching the point of no return. He was horrified at the thought of ejaculating into her mouth. Surely not, he would think. But he was powerless to prevent it!

His buttocks were now jerking at her. This was great, Emily thought! Sam knew he was coming. He tried to pull away, but she hung on tight to his buttocks, pressing her lips fully to the base of his shaft. She heard him moan. Suddenly she felt the spray of sperm hit the back of her throat. It exploded against the roof of her mouth in several bursts. Sweet jasmine! Stunning! Swallow, swallow, swallow to avoid choking on the thick starchy glue. Almost gagging, but reveling in the joy of having a cock ejaculate into her mouth. Young virgin cock!

She was over the moon! New untasted sperm! Delicious!

Emily licked the shaft with her tongue and wiped her lips along its entire length until the cock was completely empty, rolling the tacky juice round her cheeks, savoring the sweet taste. Sam was no watery guy! His was all springtime!

All this while Emily had pushed her other hand into her pants, feeling the rough hair of her inflated vulva, scooping her own starchy juices to lubricate the fingers before finding the stem of her clitoris, which she rubbed vigorously. Its thick root was the most sensitive part of her genitals to bring about her climax. As she felt him ejaculate, the sheer exhilaration of bringing him off triggered her own orgasm. Not a very powerful one, but satisfying all the same as she concentrated on the spurting cock.

She finally stood up with a smile, swallowing the young man's essence. It had now become less tacky, tasting rather musky, with the texture of a spoonful of thin honey. Not surprisingly, Sam was looking rather bashful.

'Is that better than Brahms?' she asked.

'Fantastic,' he stammered. 'Can I ...? Do you mind ... I want to toss myself off ... I need to come again. I must! And I'd like to feel you if you don't mind.'

'What?'

'I always come twice. But I've never felt a woman's ... er ... fanny before.'

Emily felt rather sorry for the youth. Never kissed a girl before, nor felt her warm oozing vulva. She was only too eager to oblige! Lifting the hem of her skirt, she invited Sam to put his hand between her thighs. With little hesitation, his clumsy fingers found their way into her knickers to explore the rough hairy groin. Between the warm thighs he discovered the object of his dreams. A woman's vulva. It was wet and sloppy. He was astonished by the fleshy nature of the plump vulva. Fascinating!

It was a fantasy realized at last. He had frequently tried to picture what it would be like to feel a woman's private flesh. As he masturbated, he attempted to visualize it. How it would feel to penetrate the inside of a girl. He had never for one moment imagined that it would be all hairy and wet, with flaps of flesh protruding from the hot gash. It was a revelation! Astonishing!

His mouth turned dry as he fingered Emily's gash. It fired him with thoughts of fucking. Grasping his stiff cock in his other palm, he started to pump quickly and vigorously. Emily watched as his eyes screwed up tight and his loins stiffened, before turning her attention to the jerking hand. As her hot vulva lips were mauled and pinched, she stood watching the action of his masturbation.

This time she could study the young man's cock. It was long and smooth. Very pale with hardly any veins showing. The foreskin was very loose, sliding back and forth over the length of the shaft as he jerked it up and down, exposing a head that was pointed, rather than blunt, with hardly any rim to it. The eye was dilated, ready to eject its seed.

Emily heard the grunt of his effort and intensity, violently thrusting his loins forward and backwards. As Sam began to heave and grunt, Emily kept her eyes glued ton the cock. A small drop of liquid emerged. Then, with a grunt, it spat its sperm into the air. Watching the heaving jerks splash their contents onto the grass, was so thrilling, before the cock finally emptied.

Emily's thoughts returned to the party, which was still in full swing. Sam was still talking with enthusiasm about Brahms, with no thought of Emily's vagina. Emily, on the other hand, was still feeling horny as hell. She left Sam and joined the others, filling a glass with white wine as she looked round the room. Some of the couples were now kissing and fondling, others chatting whilst they nibbled on the buffet food.

Taking a mouthful of wine, Emily swilled it round her cheeks to flush away the t\houghts of Sam's sperm, before deciding to go up to the loo to tidy herself up. On her return she noticed the door off the half landing was ajar. Peering in, she saw Pamela's grandfather, John, sitting in his large armchair wearing his dressing gown, watching television, a glass of what looked like whisky in his hand.

She liked old John. He had a wicked sense of humor, frequently pulling her leg and making indecent remarks to her in a friendly way. She had often wondered what he had between his thighs. She decided to explore the possibilities. Emily tapped on the door. John turned.

'Can I come in?' Emily smiled.

'Of course, darling.'

Emily closed the door behind her and sat on the arm of John's chair.

'You should be at the party enjoying yourself.'

'I thought you were there, as well.'

John put his glass on the side table. 'Yes, I was. But it's for the young ones. Besides, there's no-one to talk to, with everybody kissing and cuddling.'

'So you came to your room to watch dirty movies, did you?' she laughed, ruffling his hair, 'though if you kept your eyes open, you might have seen some dirty goings on downstairs.'

'Chance would be a fine thing at my age,' he laughed. 'Besides, my memory's not so good these days.'

Laughing, Emily put her arm round his neck. 'Don't be silly, John. Feel at that to see if you remember what it is.'

And, feeling sorry for him, rather flirty, and distinctly horny, she put her arm round his neck, took his right hand and gently guided it into the top of her blouse, pushing it against the warm of her body and pressing the softness of her breast, bending over to kiss him on the lips at the same time.

A surprised and delighted John took advantage of the offer. Who wouldn't at his age? Slipping his hand into her blouse, he felt her left breast, rolling the chunky nipple under his thumb. She was not wearing a bra. The young breasts were small, though supple, warm and smooth, and her lips soft and sweet. She wondered whether or not he might be persuaded to try to feel her young vulva. That really would be something! For him of course! He would be thinking about it, she was sure.

Emily giggled into his mouth. 'Go on, then,' she muttered, as though reading his thoughts, taking his hand from her breast and guiding it up her skirt to the hot crease between her thighs. It was literally aching for attention. Desperate to be fondled!

This would be an absolutely stunning encounter for John. Emily was a close friend of his granddaughter, and here she was, encouraging him to fondle her young labia, already sticky with her juices. Perhaps he thought she was drunk! But as his fingers eased aside the gusset of her knickers to uncover the magnificent tender lips pouting cheekily from the gash, he was equally amazed to feel her small fingers finding their way into his dressing gown, searching for his cock!

Emily wondered how long ago it was that a woman's fingers had grasped this cock. It was heaven! For them both! The cock reacted to the attention it was getting by slowly swelling and stiffening in the young soft hand, rather more quickly than usual. Erections didn't come easy these days! John concentrated his mind on feeling the humid, spongy flesh between Emily's thighs, bedewed with her honey. As he slid a finger deep inside, he would remember other vaginas he had felt in earlier days.

'It must be my birthday as well,' he smiled after finger fucking Emily for a good while.

'Shhh!' Emily murmured and slithered onto the carpet between his legs. Parting the dressing gown, she removed his cock from his pyjamas. John was sorry to lose touch with the vulva, but to have a young lady play with his cock was equally exciting.

'Lovely,' she laughed softly. She worshiped man's cock, and this one was a prince among princes. She planted a kiss on the end, studying its contours as she stroked the weapon of Adonis. Gorgeous!

'I wonder how many vaginas this has penetrated in life,' she mused, toying with the foreskin.

Taking the shaft in both hands, Emily slowly and delicately moved it up and down, twisting it, helping it to grow to a respectable stiffness. It was thick and pale, the pubic hair a golden brown in contrast to his grey hair. She had thought that it would have turned white as well, but his whole genitals seemed to be those of a younger man. Smooth and silky skinned.

After a few minutes of attention, the cock reached it's full six inches of hard manhood. John was looking on in disbelief at the sight of a small hand playing with his cock, but proud that he was able to display a good erection. The look in her eyes showed how mesmerized she was by the penis.

Emily's eyes devoured every detail, as though she was trying to memorize it. Holding the shaft between finger and thumb, with her stiffened tongue, she teased the head before taking it slowly into her mouth until it was entirely engulfed, her other hand cupping his heavy testicles. It was sheer joy. Mmm. He murmured with delight.

For the next few minutes, Emily worshiped the prince of sex. She immerse herself in its glory, its stiff pride. She felt every bit of its surface, exploring the foreskin texture and the faint tracery of blue veins curling round the pale perimeter.

But Emily's hands, fondling his warm inner thighs and testicles, felt the tension beginning to mount in his aging loins. His muscles started to flex, his thighs to clutch. His cock hadn't been as thick and hard as this for ages. Emily's mouth had taken it all in -- deep throat, lapping her tongue along the underside of the shaft. With his hands now grasping both her young breasts, squeezing and caressing, John was concentrating his mind on the heavenly feeling of a soft, hot mouth paying homage to his cock, assisted by a small hand slowly jerking the lower end of the shaft.

Gradually, she felt the tautness in his loins grow and grow. The muscles clenched until they reached that agonizing pitch of rapture. She knew he was desperate to ejaculate, but the tightness went on to an even greater level. The only thing that mattered now was to come, although he wanted the feeling to last forever! His muscles were contracting wildly, but still refused to open up.

Grasping Emily's head in both hands, he started to fuck her mouth in fierce desperation, thrusting his loins into her face. His cock pounded into her mouth.

'Come on!' she heard him mutter in despair, 'oh, come on!' His breathing was harsh and irregular. He must have thought his brain would burst! He was crying out in agony!

Then, after what seemed an eternity, a sudden surge of immense relief engulfed John as the spring snapped. His cock discharged its essence against the soft throat in several heaving spasms. Each spurt released the pressure until Emily sensed John's muscles relax completely, leaving him laid back in the armchair exhausted, with Emily's face still swallowing his shattered cock.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 23



There could have been a moment when Emily though she would gag on John's heaving rod invading her mouth, but she hung on to the feeling of the wonderful gush of hot creamy sperm splattering the back of her throat. She hurriedly swallowed each burst to prevent it dribbling down her chin an on to her skirt. Emily adored the feel of a softening cock having discharged its duty. It felt so defenseless and weak.

She savored the taste of the sperm. Although not very thick, it reminded her of fresh mown grass. Strong flavored. Emily finally sat up, covered John's groin with his dressing gown and smiled up at him.

'There!' she said. 'You really needed that, didn't you? So did I! But I must go!'

As she stood, John lifted the hem of her skirt to feast his eyes on the youthful vulva, with naughty labia pouting from the gash surrounded by the covering of curly hair. He reached his hand, cupping it in the palm of his hand, giving her labia one last feel. He was sorry he hadn't had the chance to lick it, or even to fuck it.

'Thanks darling,' was all he could say. She blew him a kiss and sneaked out of the door.

Back at the party, things had moved on with the drinks. The lights had been lowered and there was soft music being played. The room was hot and heavy with sexual overtones. Emily's friend, Pamela, was propped up, standing in the corner kissing her boyfriend. He had his hand up the rear of the skirt, fondling her bottom -- or perhaps even her vulva, Emily guessed. Whatever he was up to though, it had Pamela purring happily.

She noticed a couple embracing on the floor behind the settee. Although it was dark, she could see that the woman's skirt was round her waist and the man's trousers were open. The woman was clearly stroking what Emily assumed to be a cock whilst her fellow had his hand in her knickers, groping her vulva, as they moaned quietly into each other's mouth. 

Another couple was dancing in the middle of the carpet, the man with his hand up the lady's loose blouse, squeezing her breasts. Her hands were on the cheeks of his buttocks, pulling him against her body. No doubt his stiff cock was pressing against her belly.

Others were all chatting and drinking in the dining room, which was better lit than the rest of the house, seemingly oblivious to the activity in the darkened lounge. Pamela's father was holding forth about his meeting with the Queen, trying to impress the guests.

Emily went into the kitchen, which was lit by candles. She filled her wine glass from the drinks table and headed for the dim hallway. Some movement under the staircase attracted her attention. She paused in the doorway. Peering into the space under the stairs she could just make out a couple, fully dressed, actually fucking with stifled gasps. To her surprise, it looked like Pamela's mother, Gill, who had her back to the wall, skirt hitched up, legs hinged apart, standing on tip-toe, loins thrust forward, being shagged furiously by a young stud. The only sound was her breath being pushed out of her lungs with each thrust, and the soft slapping of testicles.

As Emily stood transfixed by the sight, someone came up behind her and lightly kissed her neck whilst hands gently caressed her buttocks. She had no idea who it was, but it felt good. She liked her bottom being fondled. It felt sexy. Emily threw her head back to expose her neck more. The wet lips explored her throat. Her vagina, that had already leaked copious juices with the earlier encounters, revived its interest. More lubrication started to ooze from it, hoping for something to slide into it.

Whilst the couple shagged, the strange hand reached under the hem of her skirt, feeling its way up Emily's thigh, fingers sneaking into her knickers. She didn't want to know who it was. But whoever it was, clearly wasn't aware of who Emily was! It was just a man feeling her -- at least, she assumed it was a man, unfamiliar fingers touching her soft labia -- it added excitement in the dim light. She murmured softly.

With some curiosity, Emily's hand reached behind her, encountering the hard outline of a cock. Yes, it was certainly a guy behind her. A hand had now slid under the front of her blouse and was feeling for her right breast. One hand was hugging her soft, fleshy vulva whilst the other squeezed her small breast. It felt so good to be the object of attention.

After a few moments of exploring the contours of the thick cock, Emily wanted to have more of it. Suddenly twisting round, she pushed him round the door of the kitchen against a wall unit. She put her wine glass on the table, dropped to a squatting position in front of the man and hurriedly grappled to unzip his flies.

His cock sprung out of the light cotton trousers in front of Emily's face. She grasped it in both hands and began to jerk it up and down rapidly. It would have to ejaculate quickly if they were to avoid discovery. It was a sturdy, thick shaft. Not very long, but thick. Swarthy skinned, with a small rounded head, from what she could discern in the candlelight. The muscles in his buttocks clenched as she jerked it. 

The guy's knees were wide apart and his cock was quickly engulfed in her mouth. The action of eager, hungry lips, exploring tongue and fingers caressing his inner thigh and testicles, soon had the groin muscles twitching. All the muscles in her mouth, her teeth and lips, engaged with the sensitive, rough-skinned shaft. Her slender hand was now jerking it hard with her lips sucking the head.

In hardly any time at all, with heaving hips, the cock detonated into her cheeks, filling her mouth with its distinctive fluid. Heaven! The feel of a splashing cock inside her gave her an orgasmic thrill. Emily counted six spasms before it subsided. That really was a quickie! A swift swallow of the thick juice before she wiped the shaft clean with her lips, reluctantly pushing it back into the underwear and closing the flies.

Before she could stand, the man sidled out of the kitchen to join the others. Glancing into the hall, Emily saw that the space under the stairs was also empty. She never did find out who was the owner of the handsome cock and its ample discharge, or if it was indeed Pamela's mother who had been serviced under the stairs. As she picked up her glass, she relished the faint taste of bleach in the stranger's sperm, before a draught of wine cleared it from her mouth. Emily strolled into the dining room to join the main party, now a predator looking for possible prey.

Emily speculated about Pamela's father who had enjoyed the evening, recounting his meeting with the Queen as he was introduced to her during her official visit to the town. He didn't really notice the look of polite boredom on many faces as the guests tucked into the birthday buffet. So, to celebrate, he drank rather more wine than was usual for him. Many of the guests were, of course, Pamela's friends, but Emily knew that there were two couples who were her father and mother's friends of long standing. In his heightened state of self-importance, Bob rather fancied one of his wife's friends -- well, both of them really. Emily wondered if he had fantasized about shagging Joyce, and whether or not it remained a dream. She saw him join her in the lounge where she was standing alone in a corner with a glass in her hand.

What Emily had heard from others, was that Joyce had always been highly sexed, but now in her forties, her yearning for sex had increased enormously. She thought of little else, particularly lusting after new experiences, new bodies, new cocks. Her husband was unable to completely satisfy her needs. In fact, he had never been a good lover. Masturbation had become almost a daily habit for her. A necessity to allay the burning craving in her loins. Her full figure was still attractive, with ample breasts topped with large nipples. She was always on the look out for discreet affairs.

Her husband had disappeared with one of Pamela's young friends, in spite of her warning him to behave himself. He always went for the young ladies! Before coming to the party, Joyce had argued with him, telling him to keep his leering eyes off the girls. It wasn't as if he had much to offer, either. His cock was smaller than average. But he took no notice. So, Joyce had several stiff vodka and tonics.

'Seen Gill anywhere?' Bob asked her casually.

'Probably trying to get over the thought of getting into bed with the man whose hand had touched that of the Queen,' she laughed. 'I shouldn't wash it yet, if I were you.'

'Perhaps you would like the royal touch,' he teased, lightly stroking the tight cheeks of her bottom.

'Ah, now you can do that as long as you like,' she purred. 'I adore have my bum fondled. And with the hand that has touched that of the Queen, it gives it an added thrill.'

Bob laughed. Joyce returned the gesture by running her hand over his thigh. Perhaps this was the opportunity she wanted. She had never really considered Bob as a sex partner, but why not? In her present state of frustration, he might prove a useful partner. And she knew he fancied her.

Bob continued to caress her bottom with gentle strokes, fluttering his fingers.

'Hey,' she said, 'that really gets me going. Pity there's nowhere to go.' Her hand was now openly stroking the outline of his cock. She surprised herself with the strength of her lecherous thoughts. Judith just wanted cock -- now! It was urgent! And she was half drunk!

'We could try the bathroom,' he suggested, enjoying the attention being paid to his stiffening cock. Was she serious, he wondered?

'Okay. I'll go first,' she said, strolling away putting her wine glass on the side table as she passed with a slight stagger.

Couples were now in an advanced stage of embracing in the darkened room. She peered round the bodies, but couldn't see her husband amongst them. That was because he was at that very moment in the garage, leaning backwards against the bonnet of Bob's car, being fellated by Emily who was enjoying the event because his small stiff cock didn't choke her. She had seen her chance and had taken it, steering him through the kitchen into the garage.

Joyce reckoned she and Bob could have fucked on the sofa in the lounge there and then, without anyone taking any notice. They were all too absorbed in their own indiscretions.

She stepped over a couple on the stairs fondling each other's genitals unashamedly, as she went up to the bathroom. Luckily there was no one in there, guests usually preferring to use the downstairs toilet. She turned at the door to see Bob climbing over the couple in the stairs, and realized that there were people in the adjoining bedroom by the sound of the moans and grunts. Peering quickly round the door she caught a glimpse of a woman with wide-open legs stuck up in the air, her very hairy vulva being shagged fiercely by a young stud, trousers round his ankles. The heavy humping and irregular panting told her that he was clearly reaching his climax.

Realizing that it could be Jill in there, Joyce grabbed Bob's hand as he approached along the landing, to drag him into the bathroom. It wouldn't really be fair for him to catch his wife being screwed. Besides, it might detract him from screwing her. And right now, more than anything else, she wanted screwing. Hard! She closed and bolted the door.

'Quick,' she gasped. 'I'm going crazy for your cock.' And she lifted her skirt as she bent over the toilet seat, steadying her body with one hand holding the hand basin, and the other on the seat.

Bob quickly pulled down the skimpy knickers to expose the tight buttocks, with the thick hairy plump vulva between. Joyce parted her legs to show the bloated labia lips, dark brown and heavily wrinkled, pushing their way out of the dribbling gash. He hastily unfastened his trousers. They fell to the floor. Grabbing his stiff cock, he parted the lips with the fingers of one hand, driving the shaft straight into the wet vagina. He was in no mood to mess about.

Joyce gasped with sudden pleasure. It was sheer delight to have such a cock drilling deep into her. Bob's loins pounded hard at the bare vulva with fast deep strokes. He was already reaching boiling point. He felt the sap rising quickly from deep inside. Unable to control it, Bob increased the pace of the heaving loins until the cock burst its banks, flooding Joyce's vagina with his sperm.

Joyce knew that Bob wouldn't last more than a few seconds, and transferred her right hand between her thighs to finger her sensitive clitoris. She worshiped the hard cock thudding in and out of her vagina. It was thrilling. All too soon, Joyce felt the juices splash inside her. Her manipulating fingers stimulated her sensitive clitoris, feeling the tension rise in her loins as she managed to bring herself to a quick orgasm, and a heavy sigh of release.

'Thanks darling! I was really needing that! It'll have to do until I get home,' she muttered to Bob, pulling up her knickers. 'We'll arrange a longer session sometime.'

As she slipped out of the bathroom, all was quiet in the adjoining room. She crept down the now empty stairs to bump into her friend, Jill, in the hall, looking slightly disheveled.

'Seen Bob?' Jill asked.

'He was just looking for you, darling,' Joyce purred. 'In the dining room I think. Have you seen my husband?'

'In the kitchen I think.'

'Right, Time to go I'm afraid. Lovely party darling. Very satisfying.'

Overhearing this conversation made Emily smile. She was probably the only one who was aware of all the illicit sex that had taken place between friends and guests. The party fizzled out with tired guests leaving rather a mess in the house, but all having enjoyed the evening.

Emily stayed on after the party, to help tidy up and with the washing up, and was about to leave, when Bob realized she intended going on her own.

'Hey! You can't walk across the park on your own,' he said. 'I'll escort you.'

'That's very kind of you mister Walker, but I'm sure I'll be okay.'

'What do you think, Pamela?'

'Go with her dad,' his daughter advised. 'I'd feel happier.'

So they set off together in the dark. It wasn't a long distance and the air had a slight chill to it. Emily hooked her arm into Bob's and snuggled up as they strolled along.

'Pamela is so lucky to have an intelligent, good-looking father,' she said. 'And an important one!' she smiled up at him. 'Meeting the Queen!'

'Oh, come,' Bob stuttered, clearly flattered.

'No,' Emily went on, resting her face against his shoulder. 'I think you're ever so handsome and sexy. And after a few drinks tonight, I wanted to cuddle up to you in an armchair. In the dark, of course!'

She knew that Bob would be rather taken aback by her forthrightness. As expected, he put a protective arm round her waist and stroked the top her slender left thigh. He would be wondering if he was getting the come-on, thinking she was rather young. After a few more yards, he stopped, turned to her and looked into her eyes. They seemed so pure and innocent as they returned his gaze.

On an impulse, Bob gave her a lingering kiss her on the lips. They were soft and yielding. It was many years since he had kissed one so young. To his amazement, he then thought he felt fingers very lightly touch the top of his left inner thigh. He didn't believe it at first, but there it was again! Fingers probing his inner groin where his cock was resting. It responded to the touch.

He pulled his face away to look at Emily enquiringly. Her smiling eyes told him all he needed to know. Under normal circumstances, had he not been fired up with drink, he would never have considered slipping his hand inside her blouse. But he did! And as he kissed her again, his hand stroked the soft fullness of her breast, feeling the nipple harden to the touch.

Breaking away from each other, Bob realized that Emily was asking for some mutual groping and he wanted to feel more of this young female body. He guided Emily behind some shrubs, and backed her up against a large tree. There, he unbuttoned her coat and blouse, allowing her small breasts to present themselves for his attention. He bent down to fasten his lips on a pert nipple.

Emily's fingers were also busy, unzipping Bob's trousers, feeling inside for the thickening shaft, drawing it away from the trouser leg. She eased it out of his trousers and started to fondle it. A new world to conquer, a new exploration of the male genitals.

Feeling the shaft thicken rapidly, she searched the contours of the long, elegant cock. Smooth and silky to the touch, slightly bent like a banana. Yes, it was a good weapon a handsome prince to pay homage to. She had handled thicker, bigger cocks, but this one was classy. The skin of a woman, she thought, whilst enjoying the sensation of her breasts being nibbled eagerly. The testicles were retracted to the base of the shaft, heavily crinkled. It was the cool air!

Wanting to feel more of her body, Bob's right hand found its way under her skirt and up the smooth taught flesh of her inner thigh. His prying fingers pushed aside the gusset of her panties to reach their target straight away. The plump, warm, hairy vulva. Sliding between her dripping wet labia, the middle finger slotted deep into her vagina, finger fucking the soft wet inner flesh. Emily gasped at the sudden touch of a man's hand on her secret treasure again. The thumb engaged with the hard clitoris, rolling round it, stimulating the sensitive button. Emily was gasping for breath with the excitement of it all.

Bob's cock had become stiff as iron, impatient to bury itself into a warm vagina. Emily's jerking hand was bringing him to the boil rather quickly. His buttocks were tightening. He pulled his fingers from the young vagina with the intention of impaling it on his cock. It would slide into the willing gash easily. But Emily was too fast for him. She dropped onto her haunches in front of him, and engulfed his cock in her soft mouth. It tasted faintly of scent. Ah! Must be Joyce, she thought.

Bob was taken aback for the second time. He had no idea that such a young innocent-looking woman would even think of encasing a cock in her mouth. Yet here she was, sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his quivering shaft, paying special attention to the highly sensitive area where the foreskin met the head. Her fingers continued to rock and twist the base.

Unable to resist the heightening agitation, his inner muscles twitched and struggled to control the discharge of his semen. But, with an almighty gasp, his loins began to heave out of control. His cock suddenly triggered the discharge of his pent up sperm. Surge after surge swilled into Emily's cheeks. She gulped it all down her throat, greedily and noisily, licking her lips with pleasure. It was thinner than earlier emissions she had swallowed. But it tasted beautiful! Feminine almost! Slightly salty and pungent, but exquisite. She thought she could recognize the tang of herbs -- perhaps the slightly bitter taste of sage. Heavenly.

As the cock slowly subsided in her hands, Emily admired it in all its dwindling glory, licking it all over, including the testicles, finally kissing the tip before returning it inside the trousers.

Bob was silent. When Emily finally stood to face him, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Bob abruptly knelt, lifted Emily's skirt and pressed his face into her warm groin. Before she could prevent it, Bob had dragged her pants to one side, and drove his tongue inside her vulva, lapping at the labia, furiously nibbling at her clitoris. With his hands gripping her buttocks, holding her tight, he ravished her vulva with his mouth. The shock rippled round her belly. Her groin bucked and heaved. A thrilling wave of agony swamped her brain as she reached a colossal, unexpected, startling orgasm. It had been lingering beneath the surface just waiting to be triggered.




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As she returned to normal consciousness, Emily realized that Bob had his hand over her mouth. She was not aware that she had been screaming through her wild orgasm. The enormous shock to her system exhausted her for a moment.

'That's why I love older men,' she gasped. 'They know how to make a girl happy. Take me home.' And without a word, Bob escorted her the short distance to her door.

'You should go home and fuck your wife now, darling,' she teased.

He smiled. After two ejaculations in an evening, he doubted his capacity for more! A brief kiss on the cheek and he left her, still rather bewildered by the events of the past ten minutes or so.

In bed, Emily cupped her vulva in the palm of her left hand, quietly and gently squeezing the plump flesh. Her mind dwelt on her fantasies and activities of the evening. How she had swallowed, and was even now, digesting her friend Pamela's millions of potential brothers and sisters, her aunts and uncles and her nephews and nieces. The sperm of the grandfather, the father and brother, all mingled in her stomach. And two of their friends. What a feast!

The thought encouraged her to rub her labia with a slow circular movement of the two stiffened middle fingers, occasionally dipping them into her vagina for its juice. Her rubbing got more violent as apprehension grew in her loins. The thought of all the sperm she could have inside her, bubbling around, increased the tension until it burst through, swamping her in a satisfying release.

She drifted off to sleep content and relaxed, knowing that she had a good outline for her new novel. She wasn't aware of her parents fucking in the next bedroom.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 24



SARAH WATCHED GEORGE FUCK JANET

Had someone told Sarah a week earlier, what sort of Christmas she would be having, she would have laughed in their face. But, as she prepared more coffee, Sarah reflected on the events of the past couple of days over Christmas. Thinking back, it was unbelievable that she should have had so much exciting, unbridled sex with her family and their manager, Janet. It had all been step-daughter Bessie's doing. Spiking the dinner wine. But with spectacular results! Inhibitions melted, evening gowns slipped off shoulders, succulent breasts and vulvas were fondled and given much attention by the men. It had been a long night. And now, the following morning, her step-son and family had left straight after breakfast for their long drive back to London. But not before a final taste of sex! She with her husband's grandson, the handsome, well-hung James, and George with Bessie. There was no doubt that their sex lives would never be the same again.

After waving his son and family goodbye, George returned to the dining kitchen. He was still dressed only in his dressing gown. Sarah put the steaming coffee pot on the table, filling the kitchen with a pleasant aroma, as Janet appeared to join them. Both the women were also in their gowns, without make-up and looking rather bleary-eyed and puffy-lipped.

'Looks as though you had a hard night, Janet,' George quipped, pouring milk into his pot.

'Speak for yourself, George. I had a wonderful, if somewhat surprising night!'

Sarah laughed. 'You and me both darling. And add this morning to that! Awesome!' She took a sip of her coffee.

'Very energetic, I must say. I had no idea what a quirky family you were.' She laughed, adding, 'and how well hung you all are!'

'Well, now you know,' Sarah smiled. 'Come to that, so do I!'

'Are you saying that was the first occasion you've all romped together?'

'It sure was. This morning was great as well! To be woken up with a nice young hard cock ploughing your furrow, as they say, stretching your vagina. Glorious! And then to come into the kitchen to find your husband screwing his daughter. Well! Wow!' 

They all laughed.

'She asked for it, darling,' George explained.

'Asked? You mean she didn't refuse it, more like.'

'Well, if you wish to split hairs.'

'Splitting other things you mean - like pussy lips! Anyway darling, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. Not only for entering into the spirit of the evening, but for the way your cock responded. I haven't seen it so available and energetic for some time. I must say, I wasn't too sure how you would react. You were wonderful, and I love you George.'

'Nonsense Sarah! You should be proud of yourself! Had I realized you were looking for new ways to revitalize our sex life, we could have done it sooner! I just thought you'd grown out of it.'

Sarah smiled, leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips. If he only knew, she thought. Perhaps better not admit to the dogging she'd engaged in, in a mad moment of need, nor tell him about her on-going passionate affair with Susanna, or the doctor's wife. Her mind quickly recalled the several other 'stands' she'd had, though only with other women since marrying George. The dogging had been her only encounter with a different, anonymous cock. It had been a superb thrill!

As Sarah and George exchanged their affectionate kiss, there was a long sigh from Janet. 'Well, you two. It looks as if you're both in for some interesting activities from now on. As for me, well I had a lovely taste of Henry with my early morning coffee in bed. But! Oh dear! I have to spend the rest of the holiday with my stuffy aunt and uncle. Mum and dad will be enjoying their cruise in the Med. But I shall have some great memories to help with my solo sex!'

'Yes! And we have official duties after lunch,' Sarah explained, 'so spending the day fucking isn't an option. Even if George was up to it! Duty! Visiting the hospitals and so on. Spreading words of good cheer and all that, to those not really feeling very festive.' But, still feeling rather horny and ready for more, Sarah thought a final session would be in order. 'However, if George has spent all his energy on Bessie, perhaps you and I can have a farewell embrace, Janet.'

'Yes please! I'm so turned on! Come on. It'll have to last me the rest of the holiday. ' Sarah took Janet by the hand and hurried her into the master bedroom, shrugging off her gown as they went through the door. Sarah fell on her back across the bed, holding her arms out for Janet, legs bent at the knee, wide apart to display her most secret charms, knowing that Janet was anxious to inspect them after their action over the past twenty-four hours. Still in her gown, Janet clambered over Sarah, squatting with one knee either side of her waist. Her large breasts, with their saucer-like coral-colored areola and nipples, hung heavily. Sarah grasped them in each hand, squeezing them, wishing her own were rather bigger. Though not perhaps this big!

Not that Janet was familiar with many vulvas, but if there was such a thing as a perfect one, then surely this must be a prime example, Janet thought, gazing between Sarah's thighs. The vulva was a wonderful feat of nature. Or, if there was a God, she thought, he was very thoughtful to provide ladies with such exquisite means of reproduction. A master-stroke of genius. The blonde pubic hair, not too thick, and not spread too far from her swollen mound, the shy clitoris, like a small, pale bean peeking from its protective hood. The soft labia emerging from beneath the hood, either side of the clitoris, were sufficiently large to escape the confines of her outer lips, but not so large as to hang low - like her own fleshy things! Separating the labia with her thumbs, exposing the soft link inner valley and pee-hole, Janet kissed the vulva, running her tongue lightly along the valley. Guarding the vagina, now dilated to show the dark gateway to Sarah's hidden mystery, were five perfect petals of coral-colored flesh. Janet studied them. They were beautiful! The sight brought a lump to her throat. She would enjoy making love to this perfect piece of feminine flesh.

For Sarah, Janet's parted thighs displayed the long, heavy labia, and the four small tongues guarding the entrance to her wide-open vagina, now oozing with its delicious juices. Another lady's vulva was always a fascination for Sarah, and no matter how often she'd seen it, looking at it afresh always came as a wonderful surprise. There was always something she hadn't noticed before. She loved the copper-colored plentiful thatch of pubic hair, framing the vulva, marveling at the long fleshy labia, begging to be nibbled and suckled. Sarah filled her mouth with succulent flesh, tasting their inner juices. She adored women's juices. Such a delicious, unique taste. Janet's was faintly minty. Having chewed the fleshy parts, Sarah rubbed her nose between them, up and down the valley, the tip circling the clit, inhaling the exquisite scent.

With her own thighs wide apart, Sarah felt the warm breath of Janet on her vulva. She held Janet's head with one hand, encouraging it to close in on her pussy. The feeling of the breath on the labia increased the anticipation. Her sex lips were not as prominent as Janet's, but they were still full and fairly prominent. Sarah's body gave a sudden twitch as Janet's tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention being payed to her genitals was now swamping Sarah's mind. Her whole body was alive with a glorious trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. Her groin jerked and shook inside. The inner turmoil grew stronger and more intense. Muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Her thighs trembled and juddered as she searched deep down for the very root of the orgasm.

Meantime, George had come into the room to sit on the dressing table stool, watching the two elegant ladies pleasuring each other. The sound of their murmuring, and moans of delight, with the sight of Janet's pale buttocks and drooping labia encouraged his half-filled cock to harden further until it reached full potential, pointing arrogantly towards the ceiling. He looked at it with pride. Still hard and erect. It was many months, if not years, since George had enjoyed so much sex in the space of twenty-four hours. When he first met Sarah, they had fucked night and day. They were insatiable. But, as usual, time had dampened the ardor, until their sex was more of a duty. Still pleasurable, but not as exciting. Now, however, he thought they had both been revitalized. He was unaware of his wife's affair with the parish vicar's wife, and now grateful that he was still able to respond in the time-honored way to the sight of beautiful, naked ladies feeling each other's private parts.

To watch his elegant wife being anything but elegant the previous evening, her thighs wide apart, with his grandson's cock slicing her pussy, was extremely arousing. She had turned into a common slut, the expression on her face showing the utter bliss she was feeling, mouth slightly open, gasping with delight. Turned animal. He recalled how her juices had formed a whiteish ring round the base of James's plunging cock, soaking into his pubic hair, remembering the many times they had whispered fantasies of such lewd happenings to each other in the dark, whilst making love. Sarah had always responded to the description of her being fucked by someone else, in her husband's presence. Imagining the thick cock of another man pounding in and out of her. And last evening it had actually happened! George had found it so exhilarating, without a twinge of jealousy. And now, here she was, having sex with another woman! Unimaginable! Out of this world! Being the unashamed slut again. It was time to explore what was before him.

Feeling the hem of her gown being lifted, Janet was enjoying Sarah's lips exploring her vulva, sending ripples of delight through her, whilst tasting the creamy juices leaking from Sarah's vagina. Delicious cream! Her tongue explored every nook and cranny of the delectable vulva, kissing the clit and slipping the stiff tongue inside the warm passage. Making love to Sarah's vulva was so arousing. Ever since she had first experienced Sarah's body, albeit rather hurriedly, she had craved for more. And now she was enjoying it. She loved the whole experience of eating it. Her gown was now draped over her waist, and she was aware of hands stroking the firm buttocks, fingers and thumbs drawing them apart to reveal the hidden puckered entrance to her other secret entrance.

Beneath her, Sarah's eyes were fixed on Janet's fleshy vulva, surrounded by its frame of auburn curls. Superb! She was so glad when her husband joined them. Seeing his hands caress the buttocks, prizing them open to display all Janet's private secrets. Secrets that had been explored by the whole family the previous evening, but still mysterious in the light of day. Sarah recollected the first time she had tasted the delights of Janet's vulva. They were in the disused gatehouse in the car-park at the rear of the property, watching a couple having sex in their car. Both she and Janet had been overcome with lust, needing to share the couples enjoyment. She couldn't remember who made the first move, but both fumbled with each other's vulvas until orgasms overtook them. Now, she had the chance to slowly examine that vulva in detail. It was a magnificent example of woman's center-piece!

In her own bedroom, Sarah could only watch spell-bound as her husband's stiff cock approached the waiting vagina, testicles low and swaying. The vagina was already oozing generously. Without warning, a surprisingly powerful feeling of love and affection for her husband swept through Sarah. Oh my God, she thought. Here he is, fucking our manager and I'm feeling so full of admiration and love for the guy. This is crazy! Sarah was, of course, unaware of George's first plundering of this delicious female booty, at the time she was entertaining Sue in London. A quick shag over the office desk, fully clothed, after a generous drink of champagne had been a celebration of the increase in their funding from the Arts Council. Both had been feeling particularly horny at the time and had done what came naturally.

But this time, George thought, the fuck would be a less urgent affair. An enjoyable, deliberate plundering of his manager's body, with the approval and encouragement of his wife. Sarah gasped as she watched the foreskin retract as the bulbous head found its target, nudging the lips apart to engage with the slippery entrance to the dilated vagina, ready for penetration. There was no hurry. As the head pushed into the entrance to the passage, Sarah held her breath, amazed at her fascination at the sight. Incredible! Fantastic! She had thought that, maybe her reaction last night was due to the general aphrodisiac of the group orgy, but in the cold light of day, she was just as excited by her husband's cock entering the vagina of another woman. It had always been a fantasy of hers, one they had often discussed in pillow talk during sex. But now it was happening for real, it was an emotional moment for her, as her husband's erection slowly pushed its way into the depths of the accommodating vagina. It was a life-changing moment. Much, much more lascivious than she had imagined. Beautiful! She felt Janet shudder with delight. As well she might! Then Sarah licked the labia and clit vigorously and passionately, giving Janet the additional thrill of internal and external stimulation.

The feeling of George's cock nudging at her vagina had Janet take a deep breath of anticipation. She stopped licking Sarah, holding her breath to concentrate on the sensation, as the thick head pushed its way into the soft pliant flesh. She let the breath out in a long sigh of delight as the shaft slid into her, stretching her to the full, until it reached the cervix. Every nerve sending messages of lust and enjoyment. Asking for more. Every woman must adore that moment of penetration, being plundered by cock, she thought. She certainly did. Stunning!

Time seemed to stand still for all three, as the thick cock violated the vagina with remorseless jabbing. George fucked Janet with deep and powerful strokes, hands gripping the buttocks for additional purchase. Testicles slapped against Sarah's nose as she greedily chewed on the labia and clit. Janet returned her mouth to Sarah's vulva, feeling her own loins shaking and trembling with lust. The muscles were tightening. She heard her moaning out loud. Janet was no longer paying attention to Sarah's pussy. She was concentrating every nerve on the phenomenal commotion in her loins. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. She was groaning 'Oh fuck! Fuck fuck!' the orgasm wasn't far away. All the muscles were now tense and shaking uncontrollably. She was crying out in an agony of delight.

With his loins working like a piston, George was thoroughly enjoying his fuck, gazing down at the wonderful bottom, watching his sliding cock, smeared with her juices. Phenomenal! He hadn't enjoyed himself so much for years. Such a smooth, warm vagina. George looked at the puckered rosebud above it. It was also covered with an excess of pussy juices. He had a sudden and unexplained desire to thrust his cock in it. No sooner had the thought struck him, than he withdrew from the vagina, as he spread open the rosebud with his thumbs. His cock prodded the entrance and immediately pressed into the dark secret passage.

Janet gave a yelp, jerking her body from the bed as the cock violated her rear passage. Oh my God! she thought. Not there! But it was tight and thrilling. Fucking marvelous! When the anal fuck started she was suddenly catapulted into an explosive orgasm. Thrashing convulsions.

Sarah was astonished at the sudden change of passage, watching George's cock driving in and out of Janet's anus. She had no idea how long this went on for, but it couldn't have been many minutes. Janet was thrashing her head from side to side, her arms beating on the bed as she cried out in an explosion of orgasmic convulsions, until George finally withdrew his cock, pushing it between an unexpecting Sarah's lips, sliding it in and out of her mouth a few times before returning it into the passage made for it. She tasted the slightly acrid smears with curiosity. George's testicles were beginning to retract. He wouldn't last much longer, she thought.

And she was right! No sooner had George made the full penetration than he felt his balls tightening, until, with a sudden violent jerk, he started to ejaculate. Irregular spasms racked his thighs as his jerking loins thrust deep, emptying his sperm into the very depths of Janet's vagina. This defining moment had the effect of triggering Sarah's own orgasm. Her whole body convulsed. The sweet agonizing blissful spasms.

It took several moments for the three of them to relax, recovering from the battering. Returning to the present, George felt his penis begin to soften. With a grateful sigh, he withdrew from Janet, allowing his cock to slide over Sarah's nose in the process. Sarah opened her mouth against the gaping vagina. When Janet squeezed her vaginal muscles, they pushed the sperm out onto the waiting tongue and into the mouth. After a few seconds, when the vagina had expelled its contents of mixed juices, Sarah squirmed from under Janet, kneeling up on the bed as Janet did likewise, facing her. They kissed, open mouthed, allowing the sperm to trickle into Janet's mouth. Both tongues swirled the juices around their mouths, until each swallowed what they had gathered, going into a fond embrace, breasts crushing breasts, hands cupping vulvas in their palms.

They heard the shower. George was cleaning up. Time to start the rest of the day. 'Thank you Janet,' Sarah smiled. 'No, thank you Sarah for inviting me. It has been the most interesting and satisfying Christmas I can remember.'

'Well, it certainly wasn't planned. At least, not be me. But, perhaps even more enjoyable for being a surprise!'

'See you in a couple of days,' Janet said as she picked up her robe, leaving to get dressed.

'And we'll have a happy new year!' Sarah promised. 



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 25



ONE

Sarah knew that life could never be the same again after the sexual revelations played out over Christmas. It had certainly rekindled her sex life with her husband, George. After their morning threesome with their manager Janet, Boxing day had been a round of duty visits to hospitals and children's wards. But Sarah's mind was never far away from the activities of the previous evening. The warmth in her loins were a constant reminder. She could still recall the sight of George's stiff penis penetrating the voluptuous, fleshy vulva of his daughter, Bessie. It had been an enormous turn-on. And to repeat the act with their manager, Janet, only that very morning, had provided more shattering orgasms as she watched the penetration of both Janet's passages! 

She had not seen her lover, Susanna, for a few days and was missing her, if only to share her experiences with her. Christmas was always a busy time at the vicarage. She thought about her and wondered what Sue had been doing over the festive season. Certainly nothing as adventurous as her own experiences, she was sure. George and Sarah had had little opportunity to discuss their new sex life until dinner that evening. After the extravagances of Christmas, a simple meal of soup, followed by cold meats and salad.

'Who would have thought, a couple of days ago, that we would have enjoyed a whole new sexual experience, Sarah.'

'Absolutely! I thought you were very caring darling. And very accommodating.'

George laughed. 'Is that the right word?'

'Well, it was all Bessie's doing, as you might have guessed. She spiked the drinks for a start! Just to make sure we all lost our inhibitions.'

'Those weren't the only things we lost,' he laughed.

'My knickers, for a start! And my modesty! But such a wonderful experience. I never thought I would actually witness you fucking Bessie - or any other woman for that matter. I know we fantasized about it often enough in bed, but ...'

'Well, the same goes for me. Now back to normality! And work! More wine darling?'

That evening, snuggled in bed beside George, Sarah felt between his thighs to test his cock. It was flaccid. For the moment. 'Mmm, that feels to have gone to sleep darling. Had enough, has it?' Sarah chuckled. 'Well, I guess it deserves a rest. As does mine. Still a bit sore.'

And they both drifted into a deep sleep.

Life finally returned to the usual pattern, with the addition of threesomes with Janet from time to time. Sarah got very horny watching George sink his cock deep into her vagina above her head as Janet tongued and licked Sarah's vulva. 

The time was approaching for Sarah and George to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary. They would spend it in London with our son and daughter, Bessie. For the occasion, George suggested that Sarah should get herself a new spring outfit and evening gown. So, it wasn't surprising that Sarah thought of Lois, who had designed her wedding outfit. She would ring her for an appointment, and perhaps chat about old times. Although they had a close relationship ten years ago, their friendship had slipped after Sarah's marriage. But she had many very fond memories of their times together. They had met as members of a local Little Theatre Company, where Lois was involved in wardrobe, and Sarah was the Hon Sec., and became close friends. Sarah had, of course, trained in drama, but that was many years, and three husbands ago. All that now seemed a different life altogether.

TWO

Yes, she would phone Lois. 

Sarah couldn't remember when she first fancied the body of her friend. Certainly, Lois was very beautiful – almost too beautiful, in a way. With a perfect oval face, large turquoise eyes, flawless skin and bone structure. Excellent figure. Sarah herself was not exactly plain, but her pale looks were more down-to-earth. Her face was rather more square, with eyes a moist pale brown, her nose a tad too long, with a wide mouth and fairly thin lips. She had a smooth skin, a good figure, and always dressed elegantly, though sensibly. Tall, slender and stylish. Which was what George admired about her. She looked good on his arm at official functions. And was equally good on his cock in bed!

When Sarah and George arranged to marry, it was natural that she should ask Lois to design her wedding outfit. She now ran a very successful design house, dressing many of the aristocracy. Of course, being chosen by their famous Duchess for her wedding outfit, had given her the seal of approval and introduced her to many other high society clients. Lois had done well out of it.

It was during that period of seemingly unending fittings that the two women had become close friends, and Lois became Sarah's confidante, a relationship that had lasted. Lois discovered that the future Lady Sarah was a normal woman with normal, naughty feminine interests. Other society friends were part of the circle, all of whom indulged in their passion for the stage by becoming members of the local theatre group. Indeed, Penny had been a professional actor until she married a very wealthy twit, whilst Jean was a college friend who now controlled her own family estate. They all loved to tittle-tattle about other people and men in particular.

There had never been any physical relationships between the women, though they shared a feminine interest in things sexual. For Sarah, fancying Lois wasn't a feeling that had suddenly come over her. Not at all. It had crept up on her but it was only now, when she looked across the coffee table at her friend, chatting about a mutual friend, Edwin, that she found herself wondering what a lover she might make. She studied Lois's sensuous mouth with lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed, her mysterious eyes and flawless skin. Would her vulva reflect her facial qualities? She had often wondered in a casual way. There had never been any sexual pull between them, though they shared their sexual intimacies.

Of course, during fittings of intimate clothing, Lois had touched Sarah's body in several private places, with a suggestion of sensuality at times, Sarah thought, but all in the line of professional work. There was no question of getting turned on. Lois knew a lot about her client's figure.

Lois was telling Sarah how jealous she was when she heard the details of Sarah's lovemaking with Edwin. Sarah had known for some time that Lois had fancied Edwin, so lost no time in sharing her experience with her. Perhaps it was the talk of seducing Edwin that brought the possibility of caressing Lois's body into Sarah's mind. It was true that she had shared with Lois details of her love making with Edwin. In fact, it was she who had engineered the encounter on the back seat of her Mercedes, during an after-show party in the large house of the group's chairman. Fully aware that it was the chairman, amongst several others, whose ambition was to get into Sarah's knickers, it was Edwin who actually did. It was Sarah who had put him there.

'I started by letting Edwin grope me whilst sitting on the arm of his chair. It was so thrilling, with all those others around.'

'Grope? You mean between the legs?'

'Of course! Where else?'

'That's not very becoming of a lady, behaving like a common slut.'

'Don't you believe it! We can all be a slut deep down! Don't you agree? Even a Royal Princess can let a footballer score between her goal posts, and have a polo player ride her bareback. Couldn't get enough cock, I was told – in confidence of course!'

'And all over the tabloids!'

'Exactly! So I can perform with a theatre director, can't I? A handsome one at that! Discreetly! Anyway, no one would possibly imagine it of me would they?'

'God, no! You are the image of uprightness - staidness and charm personified!'

'That's the public image expected of me. I do have a lot of public engagements to perform darling. It would never do for them to snigger behind my back at these dos.'

'No, of course not, darling! But you mean nobody noticed? Him with his hand up your dress. Not very chic, my dear. Where was his wife, anyway?'

'Charity was being groped in the dark, under the staircase!' she laughed, 'whilst discreetly tossing off her partner.'

'And that's a very sensitive place to be groped! Sounds like a sex orgy.'

'For one or two, yes. Anyway, like the princess, Charity is fairly free with her favours. Hey, all this talk of sex is turning me on, Lois! Stop it at once!' Sarah laughed, teasing her friend.

'It's you who's doing all the talking!'

'Anyway, I confessed to him that it was you who really fancied him. I was just trying him out first!'

'Really, darling. That wasn't kind!' But Lois was curious! 'What did he say?'

'Nothing. He was too busy suckling my nipples.'

'I'm green, darling! Green!'

'I know. And I'm getting turned on. Must be the memory of that lovely cock.''

'Well, you can always masturbate, darling. There's no-one here to stop you!'

'Ah! I'm not sure a public display is my cup of tea,' she smiled. But realised with surprise that she wouldn't really mind at all, in front of Lois. The thought of doing so both astonished and thrilled her. Could she actually be interested in masturbating, or even making love with Lois? What she didn't realise was that Lois was making a pass at her, trying to encourage her to expose her secret self. Lois fancied Sarah. She was a bisexual at heart. Although she loved to feel a good stiff cock inside her, another woman was rather more subtle in matters of sex.

'Hardly public, darling. This is my drawing room, for goodness sake. Besides, you can't go through the rest of the day feeling frustrated. Get it out of your system. In fact, you're turning me on, as well.'

Sarah laughed in disbelief. 'Are you a regular masturbator, then? Do you realise, Lois, that in all these years, the two of us have never discussed masturbation. Well, not in detail.'

Lois laughed. 'Too busy talking about the real thing! Besides, I thought you'd be embarrassed.'

'Embarrassed? Me? Well ... I don't usually discuss such intimate details, that's true. But I've never really thought of you doing it to yourself.' She looked Lois in the eyes. 'Do you do it?'

'Oh, when there's nobody suitable around, I have no choice. And a beautiful body like mine needs constant attention. What about you, darling? You have your husband, of course.'

'No dice! Haven't had sex with him for years. Anyway, divorced now and my new guy is brilliant! No shortage of offers I believe. But not me. But I do need the odd orgasm now and then. Too risky having lovers. Oh! Edwin was just a flash in the pan. Very pleasant – but a flash.'

'I wouldn't mind him flashing in my pan.'

'Never actually thought of you as a sexy sort ... apart from the usual gossip. You look far too innocent.'

'We're all sexy sorts under the right circumstances. You obviously don't know me as well as you thought!'

Sarah realised with surprise that her vulva was decidedly leaking. She could feel her pants filling up! And, in some embarrassment, she wondered if Lois was in the same condition. It amazed to realise that she wouldn't mind finding for herself. She'd really love to press her fingers between her friend's thighs and feel her. But Lois anticipated her questioning.

'Darling, I'm wet through! Do you think I should phone Edwin and ask him round straight away?' 

Sarah laughed at the thought. 'He could make love to us both! I'm soaking as well. Why don't we arrange a coffee morning for him, you and me?'

'A you fuckoffee morning?' They laughed.

Lois laughed. 'Why not? I'll tell you what! We'll have a lingerie party. He'd like that.'

Lois opened her dress to display her underwear. A white silk halter bra with matching French knickers trimmed with the finest Brussels lace. Hooking her thumbs into the top of her knickers, she eased them down her long legs before stepping out of them. She faced Sarah with a smile, swinging her hips first right, then left, in the manner of a model, to show off her narrow waist and broad hips. Sarah was rather taken aback by the mass of dark pubic hair that spread down her inner thighs and peaked up as far as to her navel. No good for a bikini unless you're an exhibitionist, Sarah thought.

'Do you think he'll approve?' Lois asked.

Sarah swallowed hard as she watched her friend unhook her bra and whisk it away to allow the full-cream breasts to fall forward, showing the wrinkly brown areolas, each with a circle of several goose-pimples round the perimeter and dark hazelnut nipples. Lois ran her hands over her pear-shaped breasts in a sexy, provocative manner, lightly rubbing the teats. Sarah's imagination ran riot. She speculated on what Lois's vulva looked like. Her eyes were drawn to the loins. The hair was so thick that the lips of her vulva were completely hidden within the curls. But not the stands of starchy liquid that had seeped onto them, evidence of her aroused state.

'I'm sure he will,' Sarah muttered after taking in the gorgeous vision. 'And he's not the only one!'

Lois moved towards Sarah, speaking in a low husky voice. 'I am Aphrodite, darling, the Goddess of love and desire. Within me is my dark secret, the shrine of desire and the altar of love at which man may worship.'

As she whispered the words, murmuring with pleasure, she ran one hand over her flat belly, her swollen groin, over the clitoral hood and between the slick lips below, before her fingers parted the labia, the middle finger slipping into her vagina, giving her a sensual flick in the loins. Removing her finger, now coated with her juices, she laughed lightly, pursed her lips and put the finger between them. Unable to prevent herself, Sarah put her arms round her friend's narrow waist and gently raised her face to kiss the full nipples, one after the other. She rolled her lips round them, reveling in the feel of those hard marbles in her mouth.

'What about your lingerie, darling?' Lois breathed softly. 'I imagine that you too have a delicious shrine hidden within those milky thighs. Trickling with the honeyed lava of desire. Our bodies were intended by nature to be attractive – to be worshipped – to be penetrated by man's cock. Often. We should pamper ourselves, darling. Let's see.'

Lois put her arms round Sarah, kissing her lips tenderly. Sarah enjoyed the feel of a smooth soft cheek against hers, rather than the rough textures of a man's face, the sensuous lips with the tongue prising them apart. The stiff tongue snaked into Sarah's mouth, exploring her inner cheeks. It was long and probing and thrilling. Sarah responded by pushing her own tongue between Lois's teeth.

Lois took the sides of Sarah's sweater in each hand and lifted it over her head. That done, Louis kissed the side of the neck and behind the ear lobes, sending thrilling shivers down Sarah's spine, whilst lifting her to her feet, before undoing the fastening at the side of her skirt and lowering the zip. The skirt fell to the floor, leaving Sarah in her knickers and bra, in a daze of pleasant eroticism, in the arms of her friend.

Lois was staring fascinated at Sarah's body. She whispered. 'Take off your bra and pants.' She eyed Sarah up and down, taking in the details of her body as she undressed. Very lovely, she thought. Sarah removed her underwear and stood facing her friend. Their eyes met and Sarah knew by the look in her eyes that Lois wanted her body. Although she had a few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, her skin was smooth, her full breasts were nice and firm with smallish, well-defined smooth areola and small nipples, perched on top of the boobs. Her blonde pubic hair was not too profuse, and neatly trimmed. The inner labia were plainly visible in the gash of her plump vulva. She looked defenceless and meek.

Sitting on the edge of the settee in front of Lois, she trailed her fingertips over her friend's thighs and hips, kissing her navel, running the tip of her tongue over her taut belly and into the plentiful bush of hair. She heard the sigh of pleasure and felt the ripples of delight run through Lois as the legs parted. Falling to her knees, she moved her mouth to the area between the thighs, she muzzled the stiff mound and buried her nose in the peak of the vulva, rubbing it against the engorged clitoris. She breathed in deeply to sample the smell of the damp, warm aroma of Lois' perfumed sex, as she parted the labia with her nose and tongue.

Lois felt the turmoil building in her groin. She didn't want to come so soon – she wanted the thrill of a new experience to last. Playing at lesbians was not new for her – though she suspected, rightly, it was for Sarah. She thought of Sarah as casual and cool, if not exactly an ice-maiden. She would have to give her friend the orgasm of a lifetime to convert her to feminine love. Kneeling to face Sarah, both women were now as randy as hell, full of anticipation. Sarah was unsure of herself and her newfound sexuality. Their gleaming eyes were fixed on each other, glowing with lust. Their lips brushed each other's repeatedly, nibbling and tonguing, as Lois gently eased Sarah into the corner of the settee, cupping her hand gently against the wet gash. Then she slowly hinged the thighs wide, to expose Sarah's firm vulva in all its golden glory.

Sarah looked down on her friend, whose eyes were glued to her feminine charms. The neatly trimmed pubic hair, the damp soft lips. She could feel her vagina leaking, clogging up the mouth of her secret passage. Lois was stroking Sarah's body that was responding with shudders of delight, her eyes glued to the view in front of her. She was idly fondling the inside of Sarah's elbow, giving her a sensual thrill. The idea of another woman inspecting her genitals for carnal enjoyment, was a confusing but exciting thought. It was a curious reflection that she herself had never really examined her own genitals at close quarters. Mirrors are not the same. Lois would already know the intimate details her body better than she herself.

The tiny tongues of pink flesh that surrounded the puckered opening to Sarah's secret passage, were flexing open and close, with the instinctive jerking of the inner muscles. Lois was fascinated. The saliva-like love juice was seeping from the dark interior of the vagina. At the top of the gash, peeking from its hood, was the small button which could trigger untold physical delight. Swelling from each side of the hood were the inner labia, generous flaps of coral-coloured, lightly crumpled flesh flanking the urethra. The vagina itself was set rather higher than Lois expected. But then, all women are different, she thought. Like men, thank goodness. The whole pink picture was framed with tender, plump outer lips, lightly covered with silky golden hair, shimmering in the shaft of sunlight that fell across her thighs.

Sarah was desperate for Lois's approval. She took Lois's face between her hands, encouraging it to close in on her vulva. The feeling of cool breath on her labia increased her anticipation. Her body lurched suddenly as Lois tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention paid to her genitals was now swamping Sarah's thoughts. Her whole body was alive with trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. Her groin lurched and twitched inside. The feeling of excitement grew stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Her thighs trembled and shook as she reached to her very core for her orgasm.

Now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles, the whole of her loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her. Moaning with agonised rapture, the waves of lust shuddered throughout her being. Louis' mouth was driving her crazy, clinging on to her labia, licking and lashing, her tongue jabbing in and out of the hot vagina. Her tight rosebud entrance didn't escape attention, either. The long, stiff tongue penetrated it, after licking carefully around the rim, where the honeyed vaginal juices had trickled. God! Lois was working her body like a delicate instrument.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 25



When she felt Lois unexpectedly pushed her index finger deep into her anus, that did it! It triggered the orgasm. Sarah's body jerked violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! Her loins were clutching at the orgasm, spasm after spasm, lurching wildly as the climax finally erupted from the very pit of her being, bursting through her like an exploding rocket. Sarah's agonising scream was almost silent, as though she wanted to keep the intense joy to herself.

Lois was both surprised and overjoyed by the power of her friend's orgasm. As Sarah recovered, Lois cupped the vulva in her palm, gently cuddling it. She smiled as she knelt beside her, tenderly kissing her nipples before engaging with her mouth. They kissed tenderly for some time, lips and tongues playing together, whilst Sarah stroked Lois' breasts with one hand, feeling her soft vulva with the other. Murmurs of untold delight escaped Sarah's lips as she slowly recovered from her ordeal, her breathing regaining its composure. It had been an orgasm to remember – fantastic! - surpassing that with Edwin, she decided, because the surroundings were more relaxed.

During the embrace, they slowly rolled onto the floor with Sarah on top. It was now her chance to examine Lois' dark secret. Explore that shrine she begged for. She would mirror the things that Lois had done to her. After smothering her face and neck with kisses, she licked and nibbled her way down to her friend's groin, paying attention to her navel on the way, whilst nipping and rolling the nipples with her fingers. Into the forest of hair growing on the hard mound, her lips and tongue sought the peak of the most exclusive part of Lois's body, probing the creases of flesh until they encountered the clitoral hood. A light jerk announced their arrival at the crucial spot before her stiffened tongue snaked between the honeyed labia, exploring each crease in the valley, to find its way into the warm private pocket.

Sarah studied the vulva in detail as she kissed and nibbled. The brownish-pink ridges of flesh grew down the inner slopes of the outer lips, heavily covered with a black fleece, until the ridges joined together below the vaginal opening. That vital lair was protected by four substantial petals of wet flesh. They reminded Sarah of a third set of small labia. Hidden within these little lips was the mouth, the gateway to the dark mystery of Lois' whole being. The delightful entrance to the alluring passage of her shrine - to the altar of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and desire, now agape with desire.

Lois's words were a barely audible hoarse whisper. 'You are now in my garden of paradise, darling! Search for the shrine. Adore it! Worship it!' 

Sarah lightly kissed the hollows of her inner thighs, blowing gently on the vulva. Slowly, the guardian tongues parted to reveal the secret yawning opening, clogged with her starchy secretion. The mouth dilated and throbbed, urging its juices to ooze over, to trickle thickly down to the entrance to her other passage. After softly rubbing the tip of her nose, lips and tongue over the entire valley of delight, allowing her stiffened tongue to investigate the taste of the sweet, precious emission, she engulfed the whole inner labia in her mouth, sucking and gently chewing with her lips. Sarah felt the loins shaking and trembling, begging for more.

With hands now exploring the whole delicious body of her friend, her eager mouth devouring the delights of her vulva, Sarah was aware of the slow increase in the tension in Lois' loins. They were gently twisting and swaying. The muscles in the groin jolted with light spasms. Murmurs and groans of pleasure became more intense. The head rolled from side to side as the whole body starting to tremble. Sarah was astonished and delighted by her own enjoyment of the act, and the reaction of her friend.

Sharing the sexual arousal of another woman was a new experience for Sarah. And a most erotic one. She delighted in dabbling in the forest of hair, the swollen outer lips, the delectable inner labia, the juicy lips of her inner mouth. The pretty puckered anus was covered with her juices. Sarah snaked her stiff tongue into the centre of it. But she was even more amazed when, with a lunge and a great cry of fanatical relief, Lois' vagina erupted with a splash of juices. They splattered over her face.

After cleaning up each other, with many kisses and licks, and getting back into their clothes, Sarah admitted to Lois over a glass of Martini, that she was not aware that some women ejaculated, like men. But they both agreed that it took another woman to fully understand and exploit the physical needs and sensual spots of another woman.

'I agree that there's nothing like the feel of a substantial cock inside you,' Lois admitted, 'though for cunnilingus, give me a woman any time. They know what they're doing. You were great darling.'

'I have never before been inclined to make love to another woman, and have certainly never seen another woman's genitals at close quarters, let alone listen to her cries of ecstasy as she came, but I found the experience exhilarating and intensely satisfying. That was an astonishing orgasm you had.'

'It was all your work, darling. You learn quickly.'

'I hardly know what possessed me.'

'Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it did!'

'It was fantastic. Perhaps we should repeat that performance if you're game.'

'Anytime, darling! You are a wonderful lover!'

'Will it be as good the second time, do you think?'

'Even better!'

They forgot all about the plan to invite Edwin.

THREE

Sarah smiled at her reminiscences. Yes, it would be good to see Lois again. So, a long chat on the phone resulted in Lois asking about Sarah's love-life and, being told about Sue, suggested that Sarah bring her along for the measuring. Sue was intrigued at the chance to meet one of Sarah's earlier friends, and agreed at once.

At 10am the following Thursday morning, after an hour's drive, Sarah and Sue stood outside the shop window, displaying a striking wedding gown. 'Gowns by Lois' was the legend across the top of the window. Inside, Sarah was pleased to see Penny, another old acquaintance, who told her she kept shop for casual customers whilst Lois did her fitting upstairs. She phoned Lois on the internal to announce their arrival, and ushered Sarah and Sue through a curtained arch to a small hallway and staircase.

At the head of the stairs stood Lois, arms wide open for Sarah to fall into an embrace. After a close kiss and caress, Sarah introduced Sue.

Lois held her at arms length. 'Ah. This is the lucky lady. Delighted to meet you Sue.' And drew her into a tight embrace, breasts pressing against each other. 'Come, you must meet my partner.' She opened one of double doors into a sumptuous apartment, with the sun streaming through the polyester gauze ivory curtains, flooding the room in a golden glow. Flowers were everywhere, filling the room with their exotic scent. Three settees and four upright chairs, with a side table in mahogany and coffee table in the centre of the room, with one of the settees on either side. Flat screen television and tape deck filled the corner at the side of the window.

A young lady, with her back to them, was fussing over a coffee-maker on the side table, with music playing softly in the background. 'Meet Zoe,' Lois said. And the young lady turned to face them. Both Sarah and Sue were immediately impressed. Zoe was a stunning tanned beauty. Her skin was flawless and glowed with health. With a face perfectly made-up with large wide eyes, carefully coloured eye-lids and mascara to accentuate the twinkle of her hazel eyes. Cheeks were blushed and her raven hair was draped over her shoulders, resting on the upper swelling of large breasts. Her small waist and wide, shapely hips added to the voluptuous figure. She wore a close-fitting silk dress of pale grey, which accentuated the superb figure. As she smiled and moved towards them, Sarah was impressed by her warm smile. Full glossy lips and startling white teeth.

'Hi,' Zoe said in a low sexy voice. 'So pleased you were able to come.' She embraced Sarah warmly, kissing her as she stroked her back sexily. Then Zoe turned to Sue. 'And this is the delectable Sue, I take it. Welcome.' she said, taking her in her arms and kissing her full on the lips. Again, allowing her hands to stroke Sue's back until her hands rested on her buttocks. Sue inhaled the clean, delicate musk scent on Zoe's skin, shuddering slightly at the intimate feel of Zoe's palms on her buttocks. The kiss held on rather longer than a casual touch. Sue responded by running her hands down Zoe's hips, feeling the luscious contours. Breaking away with a winning smile, Zoe said 'Lois has told me all about you, so I was dying to meet with you. Coffee?'

Sarah and Lois sat together on a settee. 'Well, this is really great,' Lois enthused. 'It's so lovely to see you again Sarah. You look marvelous darling.'

'Well', Sarah blushed slightly, 'ten years of trying to keep the weight down. I haven't succeeded, as you can see.'

'Nonsense. We'll soon find out.'

Zoe put two cups of coffee in from of them on a low table, which already held brown sugar and cream.

'Black for me,' Sarah explained. Zoe carried two more cups to the table, and sat on facing settee beside Sue, who was clearly besotted by Zoe.

'Zoe does a wonderful job here,' Lois explained, sipping her coffee. 'We get quite a lot of rich lady clients, whose husbands are too busy making money to keep their wives satisfied. Or maybe shagging their secretaries instead. Anyway, Zoe has a wonderful way of making these wealthy ladies very satisfied. They usually come back for more, which is good for business.'

'I can imagine,' Sarah replied. 'And you're not badly endowed yourself, if I remember correctly.'

'I try to keep in shape,' Lois explained as she unbuttoned her blouse. 'What do you think?' Sarah swallowed hard as she watched Lois unhook her expensive bra to allow the full-cream breasts, to fall forward, showing their faint pale blue veins and creased brown areolas, with dark hazelnut nipples. Lois ran her hands over her pear-shaped breasts, cupping them and lifting them up in a sexy, provocative manner, lightly rubbing the teats.

'Just as I remember them,' laughed Sarah. 'They've seen a lot of fondling since then I guess.'

'You guess right. But wait until you see Zoe's. Unbelievable!'

Taking the hint, Zoe smiled, and slipped the top of her dress from her shoulders, sliding the fabric down her upper arms, and pushing the flimsy bra away, to reveal a pair of stunning breasts. It was all done swiftly and naturally, without any sign of embarrassment. Sue's eyes nearly popped out of her head, partly at the suddenness but also by the sight itself. The breasts were large and firm, with large, perfectly round, dark crinkled areola with pimples round the circumference. The nipples stood out like chocolate thimbles.

'There,' Lois enthused. 'Fantastic boobs don't you think. Go on, Sue, I can see you're dying to feel them. Zoe won't mind.' Sue flushed, but her eyes never left the magnificent nipples. Her hand strayed to the flesh and fingers gingerly rubbed the teats in awe.'Wow! So fantastic,' she cooed.

Zoe smiled at her, turned to face her and pushed her breasts towards Sue's face so that she could examine them more closely. Unable to resist, Sue leaned into them and took a hard nipple into her mouth. As she started to suckle, she felt Zoe's hands sliding down the top of her blouse, into the bra cups, to cover her breasts, nipples already erect with lust. Sarah looked on with surprise as Sue unbuttoned her blouse, allowing Zoe to unclasp the bra and push both blouse and bra down to her waist to allow the full-cream breasts to fall forward, showing the wrinkly brown areolas, each with several goose-pimples, and dark hazelnut nipples. Sue could feel her vagina getting wet. Zoe took Sue's face in both hands, lifting it to her face, pressing her full lips against Sue's. As her hands returned to the breasts, her tongue pushed into Sue's mouth, lashing her tongue in a heavy French kiss, whilst Sue's fingers were exploring the firm heavy breasts. They kissed and kissed, tongues fighting, almost eating each other. 

'That didn't take long,' Lois murmured, putting her arm round Sarah's neck. Her hand snaked into the top of the blouse, over the top of the left breast, finding the nipple between finger and thumb. Sarah turned her face to Lois. 'It must have been something she put in the coffee.' Lois smiled as Sarah's lips found her mouth to give her a sudden firm kiss, with her hand stroking Lois' thighs. As the kissing got more eager, Sarah eased Lois into the corner of the settee, lying half over her. She slid her hand beneath the hem of her skirt, to stroke the warm silky flesh of the inner thigh. After some time enjoying the taste of each other's lipstick, taking the easing of her thighs as a hint, Sarah's fingers trailed to the fork of Lois' thighs and explore the crotch of her knickers. Hot and damp. With her lips now eagerly kissing Lois' ears and face and neck, they soon traveled down her throat to the nipples. Fingers sneaked inside the leg of her knickers, as Lois widened her legs even further. Sarah could feel the turmoil in Lois' thighs as her fingers found the wet labia, and the sudden lurch in her loins as they found her clit.

On the other settee, Sue was lying back in the corner, her skirt round her waist, with Zoe's head between her thighs, hands caressing her breasts. With eyes closed, Sue's face reflected the pleasure she was feeling, and from the moans and squeals, Sarah guessed Zoe had found Sue's vulva with her tongue, and was busy tongue-fucking her girlfriend. To make things easier for Zoe, Sue grasped the waist of her Debenham's ivory lace briefs, pushing them down her thighs, so that her feet could disengage from the flimsy garment. Her thighs now spread wide apart, showing the the mass of copper-coloured pubic hair that spread down her inner thighs and peaked up as far as to her navel. Zoe lifted her head and gazed in obvious admiration at the sight. 'I love your pussy darling,' she murmured. 'Such beautiful hair, and the taste is fabulous,' she added before diving between the thighs again, her tongue parting the chunky labia, to Sue's obvious delight.

Sarah admired Lois' Ann Summers Anastasia pearl brief silk knickers, with their pink bow, as she drew them down over her legs and tossed them to one side, before sinking to her knees between the open thighs. Sarah examined the wonderful vulva as it opened out, the thick outer lips stretching apart to reveal the inner valley, showing the crumpled flesh of the generous labia, which parted to reveal the dark secret recess of the private centre. It was already smothered in a starchy liquid. Sarah's fingers gripped the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully exploring every crevice and crease with delicate fingers. The dark opening of the vagina itself was protected by four smaller, pink lips, pouting and oozing. The source of the same starchy liquid. Sarah had almost forgotten what an exciting pussy Lois had. Her tongue began to make love to it in earnest, whilst one hand smoothed her right breast and the other fingered the puckered opening of her bum. Lois was beginning to breathe hard and moan softly. It wasn't long before her thighs were trembling and her loins flexing. Her bottom lifted off the settee to try get more stiff tongue inside, pushing against Sarah's face.

Sue was in the throes of passionate lust, hips working hard, squirming, gasps and cries telling the ecstacy she was feeling as her orgasm built up from the pit of her belly. Zoe's tongue was working wonders on her clit. One finger was already poised at the entrance to her bum. She grasped Zoe's head between her thighs as they started to heave, the most delicious sensations jolting her in the groin. Holding her breath, her eyes screwed up as if in agony, the orgasm finally hit her, tossing her loins up in the air as she screamed out her release. 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Zoe thrust her finger deep into Sue's bottom, heightening the screaming climax. Her thighs were thrashing about, her face swinging from side to side as the orgasm took its time to reach its fullest peak, wave after wave of orgasmic jerks swamped her whole being. Sue was ejaculating as never before, filling Zoe's mouth and smearing her nose and cheeks with her cum.

Lois wasn't far behind, Sarah's teasing tongue and fingers having raised her excitement to boiling point. The orgasm, when it jolted through her belly, was wonderful. She remembered how Sarah had given her a great climax when they first had sex all those years ago.

Panting for breath, Sue was recovering from the most massive orgasm she had experienced for a long time - ever since the early days of her affair with Sarah. Familiarity however, had lessened the sharp climax of the early days, and Zoe had returned her to that fantastic ecstatic orgasm and flush of ejaculation. Zoe had not expected to have her mouth filled with cum, but was delighted and impressed by the power of Sue's climax. She climbed back onto the settee to kiss Sue's mouth, sharing the cum with her. Sue's hand found its way under the hem of Zoe's dress without Zoe being fully aware of it. Sliding quickly along the inner thigh, the hand encountered the crotch of Zoe's thong.

Sue froze. She caught her breath! Pulled away from Zoe, giving her an astonished look. Her hand had encountered a set of testicles. Sue was utterly bewildered. Zoe laughed, and stood up, smoothing down her dress.

Sarah looked questioningly at Sue, who returned her look with open mouthed disbelief. Lois sat up, laughing whilst adjusting her blouse. 'Well, Zoe has a special secret ingredient,' she explained. 'Which I'm sure she'll show you.'

Zoe reached behind her back to unzip the dress, shrugging it off as she turned away to drape the dress over one of the chairs. Her generous buttocks looked superb. Aware of their gaze, she swayed them from side to side, pushing them out towards them. The she turned to face them, smiling knowingly, with her right hand down the front of her thong, palm over the groin. The other hand took hold of the waist band of the tong, easing it down, first on the right then the left thigh, covering the groin with her cupping hand. After a few moments of suspense, Zoe removed the hand from over the groin to reveal the head of a penis, foreskin retracted.

The effect was astonishing. Sue raised her hand to her mouth in utter disbelief. Sarah just stared open-mouthed, holding her breath. 'Is that real?' she finally managed to gasp. By way of an answer, Zoe lowered the thong, letting it slip to her feet, before lifting one foot, then other from it. The ladies gazed with undisguised astonishment at the smooth penis and testicles hanging from a nest of glossy pubic hair. Zoe eased the foreskin back over the almost purple head of the cock, showing a drop of pre-cum in the eye.

'Voila!' Zoe cried.

'There!' said Lois. 'Now you can see why my wealthy ladies keep returning. That and the lovely dresses I make for them, of course! My gorgeous young lady with a gorgeous cock. Not just a man with tits! And she has fantastic sexual stamina, in spite of her innocent beauty.'

'Extraordinary,' Sarah muttered. 'Absolutely beautiful. Amazing!' Zoe swayed towards her, resting the soft cock in the palm of her hand, with her thumb pushing back the foreskin slightly. Sarah was thrilled, feelings of lust bubbling up in her groin. She leaned forward to kiss the stiff nipples, whilst reaching out her hand to stroke the length of the lovely cock, before kissing the tip of it, the other caressing the firm superb buttocks. Zoe was, an altogether dazzlingly gorgeous young ladyboy. Yes! Sarah wanted this cock inside her!




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 25



Slowly masturbating her cock, Zoe turned to face Sue, encouraging the cock to begin to stiffen. Sue couldn't drag her eyes away from the sight. Crossing to Sue, Zoe pointed the half-stiff cock at her face, pulling the foreskin back again. Sue's mouth was dropped open in astonishment, as Zoe slipped the cock between Sue's lips, gently fucking her mouth. Sue closed her lips over the exciting shaft, feeling it grow thicker with each push.

Meantime, Lois had cleared the coffee table of the coffee things, replacing them with three cushions. She watched Sue sucking Zoe's cock for a few moments. 'You must admit that Zoe's penis is a remarkable instrument. A perfect example. That is what my ladies crave to have it thrust between their lips and legs, Sarah.'

'Wow! What a beauty, Zoe. It's gone rock solid!'

The cock was, indeed, stiff. With a slight bend in the middle, it was a little over six inches, and rather thick. The skin was completely smooth. No sign of thick veins. Zoe was proud of it, as she thrust into Sue's mouth, the testicles slapping against her chin.

Lois and Sarah stood behind Zoe, fondling her bum, feeling her testicles and cock as it penetrated Sue's mouth. Placing her hand between Lois' bottom cheeks, Sarah ran her middle finger into the crack, between the chunky labia. Lois squirmed with pleasure at the feel of her friend's fingers exploring her vagina, lingering to take full pleasure in feeling the soft lips, to emerge with a dribble of liquid on the finger pad. She held it to Zoe's lips. Zoe opened her mouth and sucked it clean as she slipped in and out of Sue's mouth.

'Woman's nectar! There! Lois is well oiled - fuck-ready.'

Sarah's own juices were the next to be sampled, gathered on her two middle fingers. She loved the feel of fingers in her vagina. As she withdrew them, they were covered a plentiful taster for Zoe to suck on.

'There, Zoe. We are all properly lubricated,' she said, withdrawing Zoe from Sue's mouth, 'prepared for copulation.'

Lois and Sarah lifted Sue to her feet, and escorted her to the end of the coffee table. They perched her on the end facing the window, before lying her back along its length. Her breasts sagged slightly to each side of her chest whilst her long legs hung over the sides of the table to display her heavily endowed hairy vulva.

The two women each took hold of one of Sue's ankles, hinging them wide open as they raised them high. Her wonderful vulva opened out, the outer lips stretching apart to reveal the inner valley, showing the crumpled flesh of the labia, which parted to reveal the dark secret recess of the private centre. It was already smothered in a starchy liquid. She was very, very horny! The dark opening of the vagina itself was protected by four smaller, pink lips, pouting and oozing. The source of the same starchy liquid.

Taking Zoe by the arm, Sarah brought her to bend over Sue's reclining figure, thighs wide apart showing every detail of her entire private parts. Lois bent over Sue's vulva to breathe in the delicious scent of her body, planted a loving kiss on the lips about to receive their guest. Taking Zoe's hard cock, she placed it against the opening of the vaginal shrine, slowly inserting the head between the soft lips. Sue gasped as the cock emerged from the foreskin, intruding into the mouth of her vagina.

Zoe looked down at her cock poised at the gateway of her heavenly paradise. There is nothing quite like that first encounter with a strange lady's genitals, wet and yearning. A new valley to explore and enjoy. Zoe examined every feature of the beckoning inner labia, sensing the quiver in Sue's loins at the touch of her cock.

They all watched as Sue's vagina dilated, the petals opened to allow the entrance of the stiff cock. Her whole body was alive with trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. She held her breath as her muscles flexed, and her groin lurched and twitched within. The feeling of excitement grew stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Zoe was ready to penetrate her now. Her cock poised at the entrance of her shrine, holding back. This was a special cock! She wanted Zoe's more than anything else in the world right now. With a huge gasp, Sue felt the thick shaft began its awesome journey into her mystery. The folds opened to receive the cock, swallowing the wonderful invader. Oh my God!

Sue's vagina throbbed – it opened and closed in a slow rhythm, drawing in the shaft until the whole length was fully submerged in the centre of the auburn forest of hair. Sue murmured and sighed with deep pleasure, her nipples and breasts being fondled by Sarah and Lois, stimulating her even further, heightening her anticipation of an explosive orgasm.

Sarah was watching the face of her beloved Sue, her eyes swimming with joy. She gave her a long, tender kiss on the lips, pressing her tongue into the mouth.

'How's that feel?' she whispered. 'Is that good?'

'Delicious, darling. Absolutely divine!' was the muttered reply. 'Give me your pussy, then my bliss will be complete.'

Still holding Sue's ankle high, Sarah straddled her loins over Sue's head, pressing her dribbling pussy against the lips, rubbing them against her juices . 'Okay Zoe. Let nature take its course.'

Zoe started to plunge in and out with firm, deep strokes. She watched as the vagina clung to the shaft, reluctant to allow it to withdraw, coating it in love's lubricating juice. It was out of this world – to be fucking Sue, with her beautiful buttocks spread before her, the hairy gash split apart by Zoe's cock. She closed her eyes to concentrate on enjoying the feel of the stimulated nerves of her penile skin caressing her vagina, whilst slipping her hand between Lois' thighs to tease the wet pussy she knew so well.

Sarah thighs were straddled over the beautiful face, rubbing her wet vulva lightly over the nose. She felt her friend's tongue start to lap at her labia, the stiffened tongue push its way inside the musky vagina, stimulating and teasing the clitoris. She felt Sue's tongue licking her anus, penetrating that dark secret, before returning to the succulent labia juices. Sarah and Zoe gazed mischievously at each other as Zoe fucked the moaning Sue with long regular strokes. Their faces met in a long deep French kiss.

'How's that for a fuck darling?' Lois whispered in Zoe's ear.

'Heavenly!'

'Better than me?' she asked wickedly.

'Different – not better!' she gasped. '

Turning her face to Lois, their lips met in a passionate kiss as her body started to react more strongly to Zoe's searching fingers. Lois was in paradise! Such a marvelous foursome.

'Oh, yes!' Sue breathed into Sarah's pussy. 'Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! This will be a exceptional orgasm. Fuck me. Slowly, slowly. I'm coming! Shit! YEEESSSSS! Oooo FUCK"!'

With a dry mouth, Sarah watched in wonder as Zoe fucked Lois, the cock sliding in and out of those fleshy folds, its lips clinging on to the lurching body as she cried out in agonising ecstasy. Sarah tried to hold her climax at bay, but with Sue's tongue fucking her hard, varnishing them with her juices, watching Zoe drove in and out of Sue, the orgasm swirled around, just below the surface of her loins, teasing her. Then, quite suddenly it slammed through her like a bolt of lightning. 'FUUUUUCCKK!!' she yelled.

Sue's ejaculation swamped Zoe's cock. But it continued to thrust in and out of her vagina with increasing force. Zoe was reaching for her own orgasm, the muscles clutching for the climax, clenching hard as Sue squirmed beneath her. Her fingers continued searching for the clitoral climax of Lois. She didn;t have to wait long. The sight and sound os Sue and Sarah's orgasms, almost simultaneous, triggered her own climax. It crashed against her belly as she whooped and gasped with utter joy.

Zoe was enjoying every minute. Every thrust. Feeling the sopping pussies of two women. Listening to their cries of agonising bliss, Losis' juices filling her palm. Zoe's body was a mass of quivering nerves as her loins built up tension. She couldn't control it any longer. Her loins clutched at the sensation, setting off the ejaculation. Then it came! Ahhhhh! Her whole body stiffened, every muscle at full stretch. Holding her breath, Zoe's face screwed up as she quickly withdrew from Sue. After a brief moment, during which a blob of sperm oozed from the head, a sudden jet spurted with much force into the air, falling on Sue's neck.

'Yes! Yes!' cried Lois at the sight. 'Excellent!' She adored watching cocks explode!

'Oh, wonderful,' was Sarah's response to the magic of the ejaculation. She looked down in delight to watch the second splash make a trail of white pearls down Sue's belly. She quickly took the shaft in her hand to jerk the remaining splashes from the heavily juice-coated cock – the generous coating of Sue's ejaculate. And the spurts just kept coming. It was unbelievable that Zoe should cum so much. Sue's breasts and belly was awash with sperm.

As Zoe backed away. Sarah and Lois, enthralled touched the hot cum, trailing it over Sue's body, before scooping some up in their fingers. Sarah leaned over her friend's body, licking away Zoe's seed from her neck and breast, before fastening her mouth over the sperm-washed, swollen vulva, biting and chewing the labia and clitoris. They both wallowed in long rippling feelings gently shaking their loins.

Sarah recovered from her climax, raised Sue to her feet, embracing her with a tender kiss, before turning to Zoe. Sarah put her arms round her superb buttocks and pulled Zoe into a close hug, pressing the hard cock against her groin.

FOUR

Sue found the washroom to clean up and recover. Her mind was in a whirl. It was unbelievable. She sat on the toilet for a while, coming to terms with the amazing experience with Zoe. She was truly bewildered! Had she fallen in love? With a young beautiful woman with large firm breasts a large cock. Lois must have a wonderful sex life, she thought. Yes - she realised that she was rather jealous.

After making use of the bidet and taking her time repairing her light make-up, she ran a comb through her hair. Then, Sue slipped into a bath robe, before returning to the lounge, where she found Lois and Sarah engaged in measurements for the new clothes. Zoe was sitting on the corner of the side table, with a notebook in her hand, taking down the details. All were wearing light robes. 'Excellent Sarah,' Lois. 'You're in good shape.'

Zoe smiled at Sue. 'Just about finished,' she said to her. Having put the notebook on the table, Zoe crossed to Sarah. 'You have a remarkable figure darling,' she commented, putting her arms round her waist beneath the robe. Stroking Sarah's buttocks, Zoe leaned in to place her mouth over Sarah's, pushing her tongue inside to lash against the other tongue. Zoe pulled Sarah into a tight embrace, pressing her cock against Sarah's belly.

At this point, Penny came into the room. 'Closed for lunch,' was all she said. 'I heard some sexy sounds, so just thought I'd join in the fun.' She immediately unbuttoned her blouse and skirt, removing them altogether, and spreading them over the back of a chair. Wasting no time, Penny turned to Lois, unhooking her bra, tossing it onto the settee. Sue watched as Penny opened Lois' coat, holding the breasts in her palms. Her mouth latched onto the right nipple as her left hand reached between Lois' thighs, exploring the labia.

'My turn for that gorgeous cock!' Sue heard Sarah say. Sarah guided Zoe back to the coffee table, still in an embrace. When Zoe felt the backs of her legs against the edge of the table, she allowed Sarah to lower her onto the cushions. Sarah knelt between Zoe's thighs to examine and fondle the soft cock and testicles. She was fascinated by the whole things - foreskin and head, stroking the shaft with both hands, watching the stirrings as she began to erect slowly.

Unable to resist joining in, Sue moved to the head of the table, standing astride the lovely face of Zoe. Exploring her breasts with her hands, Sue lowered her groin over Zoe's pouting lips, sliding it gently back an forth, encouraging her vaginal juices to begin to flow once again. She felt Zoe's tongue and lips chewing her labia and clit. Waves of delicious lust swept though her, her nipples hardening and tingling. Sue watched as Sarah moved to stand astride Zoe's waist. Zoe's cock was now at full stretch. A magnificent sight. She gazed in awe as Sarah took the cock in her right hand, lifting it to present the head to the opening of her dripping vagina. After holding it there for a few moments, to relish the sensation, Sarah lowered her loins slowly onto the stiff cock, with a look of sheer ecstacy on her upturned face.

'Oh my god! I adore being fucked! And doing the fucking. Mmmm. Fuck that gorgeous cock!'

Leaning forward, Sue met Sarah's face. They put their arms round each other, lips touching, to kiss passionately and long, whilst Sarah started to slowly bounce up and down on Zoe. Sue's right hand reached for Sarah's groin, rubbing her clitoris as she fucked Zoe's cock. Against Sue's mouth, soft murmurs of bliss came from Sarah's throat. "Oh God! This is heavenly Sue,' she muttered.

The stimulation was starting to affect Zoe's mental stability as she felt Sue's face grinding into her loins, whilst her cock was reaching into the deepest recesses of Sarah's vagina. Zoe had a high sex drive, quickly recovering from one climax, to begin the next. Her body was soon on fire with carnal desire, shaking and trembling. She loved having sex with other women. They were always so grateful, overwhelmed by her body. Their moans and cries were evidence of the joy she was giving them. Her large heavy breasts and her stiff cock. Zoe kissed and licked and nibbled at Sue's pussy with complete enjoyment, and practiced skill at clitoral stimulation. Sue's knees buckled as the start of her orgasm kicked into her groin. She was unable to control it! 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' she cried out in rhythm to her jerking loins. She thrashed her thighs, her cries of ecstatic pain pitiful to hear. 

Sue's orgasm was enough to trigger Zoe's. 'Bloody hell! I'm coming as well! Coming! Coming! Shit!' Zoe cried, withdrawing from Sarah's vagina just as the first ejaculation of sperm oozed from her cock. This was swiftly followed by a full jet, splashed between her breasts, followed by four more of diminishing intensity. Sue's fingers had likewise helped Sarah to call out 'YEEEESSSS!' as her orgasm shattered her loins. As the cock was withdrawn, Sarah pressed her vulva against the ejaculating shaft, rocking against it as the spasms jerked and thrust.

When the turmoil had subsided, watched by Lois, she decided it was her turn! 'My turn Sue,' Lois said, taking up the position above Zoe's head, offering her sweet vulva to her mouth. Zoe accepted the invitation with pleasure. She took Lois' beautiful labia and clitoris into her mouth, sucking and lapping at them, the excited loins jolting around. She pushed her tongue deep in and out of the honey pot. They both handled Zoe's breasts and nipples, as Lois, never far away from her climax, enjoyed a rippling orgasm of more gentle proportions than her first, as she kissed Sarah's mouth, now covered with Zoe's precious sperm.

Meantime, Penny and Sue turned to each other. One look was enough. They fell into each other's arms, kissing fervently, hands desperately clutching at their vulvas, fingers finding the soft folds, the valleys and the wet vaginas. Sue was curious about Penny's oversized clitoris and thick labia. Sliding down to her knees in front of her, she examined Penny's vulva with great interest. Penny was certainly endowed with a considerable clitoris, resting on the hills of the generous twin lips, of unequal size, but both heavily swollen. She was interrupted by Penny diving between her legs, engaging in a sixty-nine session of violent sex. Biting, chewing, licking Sue's pussy, with both of them stimulating the other to a fast-track orgasm.

Sarah fell forward onto Zoe's breasts, smiling at her. Their eyes met in a long tender gaze.

'You are fantastic, Sarah,' Zoe said, her cock flopped on her belly. 'What a great party this turned out to be.'

And they kissed gently. 

FIVE

On the return journey home, both Sarah and Sue were lost in their private memories of the morning action. It had certainly been a morning to remember. For Sue, it had proved a fulfilling sexual encounter. Her first wonderful, unexpected fuck for a long time. And it had to be a young woman with a cock to achieve that for her. Perhaps that was the reason.

For Sarah, it had been by far the best fuck for a very long time. She had forgotten most of the many fucks of the past, but this was undoubtedly one of the best. It was she who spoke first.

'I've decided Sue. I really must go on line to Sarah Summers and buy a top of the range strap on for us both.'

Sue smiled with satisfaction and anticipation.



The Vicar's Wife Ch. 26



THE ANNIVERSARY.

ONE

Following the unexpected, but wonderful experience of her fitting for a new outfit, with Lois and her lady-boy Zoe, Sarah did what she'd promised Sue during their drive home. That same afternoon, she opened her laptop, went on line and looked carefully at the range of dildos available, and finally selected a top-of-the-range, strap-on model, of eight inches, with its own foreskin and testicles. It arrived the following Monday, in a plain package, in time for Sarah's regular Tuesday coffee morning with Sue. 

Sarah took more trouble than usual over her make-up, keeping it light, eyes gently accentuated, with just the right amount of blush on her cheeks, and dressed with more care than usual, in her Estelle Ivory lace briefs and bra, a simple white three-quarter linen dress and denim jacket. Her shoulder-length hair was loose, and she wore her three-inch heel shoes. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she smiled. It was as if she was having her first date! But she wanted this morning to be special for Sue. To re-ignite the passion of their first meeting.

And Sue was suitably impressed when she opened the door for Sarah. "Gosh darling, you look ravishing. Are you meeting someone special?" Sue laughed.

"Thank you Sue. All for you. To celebrate our very first fuck with our new strap-on. You'll love it!" She put the packet on the coffee table, took Sue in her arms, giving he a long passionate kiss, whilst rubbing her beautiful bottom. "We can study the instructions over coffee!"

"It can't be that difficult, darling," Sue laughed, making her way into the kitchen for the coffee pot. "I've found some erotic vids of lady-boys masturbating. After our experience with Zoe, I thought I'd check for video clips. And lo and behold! Look!" And she switched on the computer, already tuned into the appropriate xhamster channel. Sarah eyes opened wide in astonishment at the compilation, immediately remembering Zoe's marvelous body. Her interest was immediately aroused, watching the agonized faces of the lovely girls as they reached their orgasms. Sarah was mesmerized, sipping her coffee with one hand, she stroked Sue's thighs with the other. The sight of all these lovely girls with cocks, masturbating and cumming, was very arousing. And the sheer volume of some of the ejaculations was unbelievable - fantastic. Something she'd never previously even thought about until their visit to Lois.

"I've already had one orgasm watching it," Sue admitted. "Sorry not to wait for you! Just couldn't avoid it! I was so very horny. I still am!"

Although Sarah and Sue had often watched porn videos of lesbian action, to whet their appetites, and give them some new ideas for playing, they had never strayed to other sites. Now, though, her eyes were glued to the screen, sipping her coffee still, whilst her hand had strayed into the top of Sue's thighs, rubbing her knickers, feeling the warmth beneath the damp fabric. Sarah herself could feel her vagina flooding with anticipation, already soaking into her lace knickers. The sight of a young beautiful lady with gorgeous breasts, showing off her large, swarthy cock, made her heart beat faster. There was a variety of penis to be seen, but all were fully erect and throbbing. Holding her penis between thumb and fingers, one young lady pulled the foreskin away to reveal the glorious glistening head. It was obvious from her expression, and the way she looked at it, that she adored her cock, and was very proud of it. The way she handled it, treating it to careful attention, occasional gentle pumping, showed that she was arousing it to the fullest, and showing it to its fullest advantage. And when her facial expression let it be known that she was past her point of no return, she couldn't stop pumping harder, masturbating properly. She grasped her cock tighter, pumping it quicker and quicker. Her thighs flexed and buttocks twitched. Closing her eyes in agonizing ecstacy, the camera zoomed in close. She stopped jerking, pulling the foreskin back to its fullest, showing the eye of th cock dilate, finally spilling a drop of white sperm, before suddenly erupting a jet of cum over her belly. Sarah watched in disbelief as jet after jet of white sperm splashed over the flat belly, interspersed with dribbles down the shaft, into the copious dark pubic hair. Sarah was gasping with sexual stimulation, almost ready to orgasm herself! The camera pulled back enough to show the young lady's expression of sheer joy on her face. She opened her eyes, and smiled with pride, knowing her act had been appreciated.

Suddenly, without warning, Sue quickly knelt between Sarah's open thighs, pushing the skirt high, and her head into the groin, using her nose to push the delicate knickers to one side, allowing her tongue to explore the wetness of Sarah's vulva. Taken by surprise at the unexpected move of Sue's, Sarah jolted her legs wide open with a gasp. "Oh shit! Sue ... I love you!" Sarah arched her back, her belly shaking as she came, exploding with a loud moan, Sue pushing her face hard against Sarah's hairy groin, her nose against the clit, drinking the sweet juices noisily. It was an amazing orgasm! Sarah was panting for breath as Sue came up for air.

"I couldn't wait darling," Sue explained, as she sat herself at the side of her lover. "Seeing your reaction to the video gave me an irrepressible urge to lick your pussy and make you come."

"Oh my god, Sue. It was fantastic. Let's go into the bedroom and unpack the dildo. I want to fuck you darling. Hard and deep!"

Both Sue and Sarah were rather breathless and over-excited as they took the dildo from its box. "Gosh! What a nice big cock," Sue remarked. "It's so very life-like as well. Very pronounced veins. Mmmm. Lovely!" She took the foreskin between her thumb and index finger, pulling it back and forth. "Wow!!"

Sarah began to undress her lover as Sue toyed with the dildo, exploring the texture, murmuring over its realism. The green blouse was unbuttoned and matching bra unhooked, before being slipped off the shoulders, allowing Sue's breasts to sag slightly onto her chest. The large nipples were protruding stiff from their large swollen areolae, with their prominent lobules. Sarah softly stroked them before hooking her fingers into the waist band of Sue's green knickers, sliding them over her hips and knees. Sue, still examining the dildo, absently lifted one foot, then the other to allow Sarah to remove the knickers. "Beautiful," Sarah whispered to herself, sliding her right hand between Sue's thighs to sample the soft wet labia she knew so well. "And so fuck-ready!" she added. Sue really was a beautiful, sexy lady.

It was Sue's turn to undress Sarah, which was done with great haste, clothes thrown over the back of he dressing chair. Then, with many giggles and gasps, Sue took the strap-on, helping Sarah to step into the harness, fixing the waist strap, with its side buckles, and thinner straps round each thigh and buttock. The testicles were fixed to a thick pad which held two leather artificial fingers inside, nestling against the clitoral hood and vulva. Finally, Sue fixed the dildo into the holder, got herself onto the bed, opened her thighs wide and high, presenting her willing vagina in all its glory. And it certainly was a glorious sight for Sarah. A perfect pussy. Holding the rearing thick cock in her right hand, she presented it to the gaping vagina, dripping with plentiful juices, nudging the head between the labia. Both women watched in fascination as the cock slowly penetrated Sue's private jewel, spreading the walls to accommodate its thick shaft. Sue gasped and flexed as she felt it stretching her vagina to the limit. It felt absolutely wonderful. Her vagina was pushed apart as never before. Sarah thought it might split! Sue's middle two fingers gently rubbed her clit to heighten the sensation. She was fizzing! In fact she was floating in the clouds of lust and depravity.

As Sarah pushed the cock to its limit, she started to fuck. Slowly at first, watching the expression on Sue's face as she was violated by this monster. Sue had never had so big a shaft penetrate her before. It was mind blowing. She held her breath, still rubbing her clit. Screwed up her eyes. Oh My God!! It was so wonderful

The sight of this mighty cock penetrating her lover was amazing for Sarah. Watching Sue's fingers stimulating her clitoris, her breathing irregular. Sarah pushed as deep as she could, fucking harder, watching Sue transported into heavenly bliss. She so much wanted he lover to have the orgasm of her life! The look on Sue's face was marvelous! Full of disbelief. The hard nipples needed sucking, Sarah decided. So while Sarah sucked hard onto Sue's stiff left nipple, the whole areola in her mouth, fucking her hard at the same time, she felt her own clit being tormented by the false fingers inside the pad. It was out of this world. She felt she was being well and truly groped. Meantime, Sue was moaning loudly. Crying 'Yes! Yes!!'

As the climax began to build in Sue, she became almost demented. Her mind was a turmoil of frustration, desperate for sexual relief. Heaving her loins and shouting 'Fuck me Sarah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" He whole body was alive and shaking. Her head rolled from side to side. 'Oh Chriiiiiiissssssst!' announced the start of her orgasms. First one spasm, then immediately after, another. They sent her into mental orbit! As Sarah withdrew the dildo briefly, Sue ejaculated three thick wads of pussy juice, before Sarah thrust the cock back, giving Sue more yelling spasms. Sue's fingers were eagerly rubbing her swollen clit. 'Fuck me!' she yelled.

Sarah was pushing really hard into Sue, biting her nipple with her teeth, as another massive orgasm overwhelmed Sue. 'Oh SHIT!' she cried loudly, her whole body going into uncontrollable convulsions. Sarah had to withdraw the dildo, unable to hold on to the shaking woman on the bed. She managed to slip two fingers deep into Sue's bottom, which only served to add to the convulsive heaves. A breathless, panting Sue slowly subsided, with occasional muscular jerks in her belly and thighs. Her eyes were closed tight. Her teeth bared in agonizing ecstacy. The rigid body began to relax. First the shoulders, then her arms. With a long shuddering sigh, she sank into the duvet, utterly exhausted. Sarah juddered into her own orgasmic relief, which had been hovering in her loins.

After a few moments of quite, Sarah whispered into Sue's ear. 'I think you liked that Sue. I love you so very much darling.' A moment passed before Sue opened one eye and turned on her side to face Sarah. Her face slowly broke into a wide smile.

'That was absolutely, fucking fantastic darling! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!'

Sarah put her arms round her lover, giving her a long loving kiss on the mouth.

When Sue eventually recovered, she sat up. 'Let's take this cock off you Sarah. It's your turn now. And I can promise you, it'll be so exciting. You'll never want your husband again!'

It was true! Sarah had the most horny, satisfying penetrating fuck she could remember. Even the Christmas orgy couldn't match up to the sensation of being filled to bursting by cock. Lying back on the bed, legs splayed wide apart, up to her shoulders, giving as much access as possible to her vagina, Sarah had no other purpose in life at the time, but to enjoy and relish the delicious sensation of her vagina being filled, stretched and pounded by this marvelous big cock, driven by her lover. A head filled with sex and lust, she wallowed in the feeling of her body, as the tension mounted inside her, muscles stiffening, getting prepared for the climax. She was almost at breaking point, when she completely exploded in a huge orgasm after only several minutes of Sue fucking her hard, fingers deep in her bottom. It was an enormous sensation. After bursting apart for the first time, Sue just kept going like a maniac. 'Yes, yes!' she was cooing. 'Fuck that cunt!' Her fucking was hard and fast. Her hands were all over Sarah's body, her lips and mouth biting her nipples. She herself, was fingering her clit, already feeling sore, but very sensitive and responsive to the touch. Until Sarah bucked and arched as the second orgasm swept over her, with a loud cry, spasm after spasm, taking away all her strength.

More fervent kissing and murmuring words of love and admiration and devotion, cupping each others vulva, pressing the sore flesh, before it was time to kiss and put away the giver of so much pleasure and delight. Until the next time!

TWO

It was that same week-end that Sarah and George were to go to London, to join George's son, Henry, and Henry's wife Bessie, in celebrating Sarah and Georges tenth wedding anniversary. On the phone beforehand, Bessie had promised Sarah a special treat, which was to be a surprise, but knowing Bessie, Sarah assumed it would be something very sexy. And this proved to be the case.

'Don't bring anything special to wear for the evening Sarah. You can borrow something from me. You might need several pairs of clean knickers though,' Bessie added with a laugh.

Sarah wore her new outfit, a pale blue silk and linen two piece which showed off her elegance to advantage. As she dressed, thoughts of sex were never far away for Sarah, and the memories of her fitting stirred the emotions, developing that well-know ache in the pit of the belly. Her vagina joined in the memories by leaking slightly. Mmmm. She would need a pad in her knickers, she thought. Well, she usually did anyway!

George insisted on driving, in spite of the length of the journey. They set off straight after breakfast, aiming to arrive in London mid afternoon. Henry had arranged a guest parking space in the Dolphin Square garage. The garage attendant phoned through to the house concierge, who would see to their luggage. George handed the keys over and took Sarah's arm walking her to the lift.

Henry was not yet home, but Bessie gave each of them a big welcoming hug and kiss. 'Oh my, Sarah! What a lovely suit. Is it new?' Bessie stepped back ti admire it, whilst Sarah did a twirl for her, as George made his way into the toilet.

'Thereby hangs a tale, which I tell you when we get the opportunity.

'A cup of tea is called for,' Bessie said, heading into the kitchen. Sarah followed her asking if she could help. 'No thanks darling, it's all prepared. Henry will be in shortly, then we can eat. The party we've arranged kicks off at nine o'clock, so there's no rush.'

'So. Tell me about this party, Bessie.'

'Well, I think you'll like it! You remember Emmeline?'

'Gosh. I certainly do,' Sarah replied, remembering the threesome she and Sue had with Emmy during their week-end stay in London. She was a member of the Dolphin Square staff, but no-one seemed to know in what exact capacity, other than keeping many of the rich, bored ladies, who lived there, happy and content.

'Well, she arranges occasional get togethers for like-minded people. All kept very quite and exclusive of course, here in Dolphin Square. There are usually about six or seven couples. No names. Just numbers! And who wants names anyway? They are always well-known public figures who need to keep their private lives very private! So all are carefully vetted by Emmeline, and are introduced by people she knows and can trust. Their interest is merely sex. Nothing else.'

'Sounds fun,' Sarah agreed. 'And what about the men?'

'Well, these are mainly female led. Not wife swapping. Husband swapping. We ladies take the initiative. We are given a number for each couple and Emmy picks the swappers out of her hat. At least, that what she tells me! Oh, and we wear party masks. Apart from providing anonymity, they apparently help to dispel any nerves you might have.'

'And what do the husbands say to this?' Sarah laughed.

'Love it! And George does know about it. Henry mentioned it on the phone, but George was asked not to say anything to you, until I'd had the chance to explain. Perhaps he felt you wouldn't like the idea of sex with a stranger.'

'What? Oh Bessie, sex with a stranger is a real hot fantasy - a real turn-on for me. I mean, that's what dogging is all about, isn't it, but I'm not sure I should mention that to George just yet. Perhaps, if this goes well, I might bring dogging into our pillow talk. In fact, I'm dribbling already at the thought of it. Do you want to feel?'

Bessie giggled. 'Me, too!' she admitted. And they embraced each other quickly, slipping a hand each into the other's knickers for a wet warm grope. 'Wow Sarah. You certainly are. Well, hold on to it!'

'You're as gorgeous as ever Bessie. Which ever husband you pick is in for a wonderful time!' rather reluctantly, she took her hand away from Bessie's fleshy labia, examining the wet fingers before licking them. Bessie did likewise, with a murmur of approval.

'Your swap won't do so bad either darling.' They laughed together. 'Well, look Sarah, I hope you don't mind, but rather than slave away over a hot stove, I've arranged for a meal to be sent in from the local Italian for half past six. You've eaten there with us before. They're good! Then we can shower and change and look forward to your celebration surprise.'

Over dinner, they speculated about the evening of sex with strangers. Bessie stressed to the men, that this was a ladies' night. They did the choosing and made all the moves. Well, the opening ones at any rate. Sarah managed to put George's mind at rest about sex with strange men. Even famous ones! 'Besides,' she told him, 'you know how I enjoy watching you penetrate other women's vaginas. Even strangers!' so, all were looking forward to an open exchange of sexual favors.

Fortunately, Sarah and Bessie were sufficiently similar in build, which meant that Sarah could borrow one of Bessie's evening dresses for special occasions. Bessie insisted on choosing the dress for Sarah, which was three-quarter length, plain purple, hip hugging creation. The cleavage was generous, and the shoulder straps minimal, showing Sarah's elegant figure at its best. Sarah had let down her shoulder length hair, brushing it until it glowed.

Bessie chose a full-length full-skirted red gown, with a strapless top, presenting her full breasts to their best advantage. Her auburn hair, with blonde highlights, was casual, layered just below her shoulders. Her make-up was fairly tanned to match her hair color and hazel eyes. 

A silk stole was all that was necessary, since the party was in Dolphin Square itself, in a penthouse suite. So, at a few minutes to nine o'clock, the four of them, the men in formal wear with, black-tie, made for the lift. While waiting for the lift to arrive, they put on their masks, to arrive in cognito. The lift was on its downward journey from the penthouse, so was empty when its door opened. They pressed the top-floor button. 

As they ascended, Henry looked at the ladies. 'You are very attractive ladies, I must say. I fancy you both myself. George laughed. Stepping out of the lift, they were met in the lobby by Emmeline. The side table held drinks on a tray, which were immediately offered to them. The ladies took a glass of white wine, and the men red wine. There was light classical dance music in the background. The lobby was paneled in light oak, with a fancy cornice, painted deep red. There was a built-in wardrobe for outer clothes, and an umbrella stand. A couple of chairs with red plush seats, completed the furnishings.

'Welcome,' Emmeline smiled. 'You look stunning ladies. Let me take your stoles.' After folding them, and placing them on another table, she led them into a reception area. 'Your initial partners have already arrived, Sarah, about two minutes ago. Bessie's are also ready. Been here about five minute, drinking and watching a sex film. You can go straight through to the lounge area. After your first encounter, ladies move onto the next settee, then exchange.' Emmy led them to a couple wearing similar masks. They all held hands. 




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 26



'Sarah and George.' They had decided to use their own names, since others would assume they had changed them anyway, so it didn't matter.

'Alma and Alan,' the lady replied with a warm smile. Sarah was slightly taken aback by her new partner. He was black, but not too tall. She guessed about 5'11", about 175 pounds, with close cut hair. His lady has a lighter toned skin, with black curly hair and full red lips, large breasts and bare arms. She was almost as tall as her husband in her high heels probably weighting around 130 pounds. They looked very attractive. By this time, the drink, on top of the Martinis they had drunk before leaving, was having a loosening effect. And what Bessie had mentioned about the masks hiding her personality, heightened her sexual awareness. 

It was a spacious room, with plain ecru-colored walls, two wide curtained windows, four chez longues, a settee, a long coffee table and serving table at the opposite wall. Other upright chairs were arranged on either side of the serving table. A quick look round showed two couples already exploring genitals of strangers. Murmurs of delight and moans could be heard above the music. So, without further ado, Sarah led the man by his hand to the nearest vacant chez longue, sitting him in the corner. She took his wine glass, and put it on the table with hers, Sitting sideways beside him, Sarah laid her palm flat over his groin, stroking it up and down a few times, before taking the top of the zip fastener between thumb and index finger, to draw it down, exposing the white of his underwear. Sarah unhooked the waist band fastening, before slipping her fingers into the waist band, to discover the soft penis. He gasped at the size of it. She had often heard stories about the size of some black cocks, but this promised to be a monster. Taking hold of the growing shaft, she drew it out of its protective shorts, exposing it to her astonished gaze.

It was one of Sarah's favorite moments, feeling a strange cock fill and stiffen in her hand. This black beauty was growing before her eyes, as her fingers grasped the upper part to peel back the foreskin. The purple head, of magnificent proportions, emerged. The cock kept growing as she fondled it. Whilst examining and admiring the beauty, Sarah was aware of the zip fastener of her dress being slid down her back as far as it would go to her hips. She shrugged the shoulder straps away, allowing the bodice to flop forward, exposing her milky breasts. So these are what Alan wanted to get his hands on. It was strange to see a pair of strange black hands fondling her nipples. Erotic. So was the growing cock. As it reached it's full length, Sarah saw that it was bent towards the base, like some enormous black banana. Drawing back the foreskin, she also saw the bead of pre-cum forming on the distended eye. She was eager to feel it inside her, but was unsure whether or not her vagina could accommodate such a monster. She had welcomed many cocks of all shapes and sizes in her life, but nothing as formidable as this.

She glanced over to see George with his trousers round his ankles, the dusky Alma leaning over him, with his cock fully inside her mouth, whilst he was groping at her pussy. Sarah had a surge of horniness, watching her husband's cock being sucked, knowing he would be thoroughly enjoying the experience. It was obvious that the lady was really relishing it, and Sarah wondered whether or not Alma was unable to do that with her husband's cock, so was making up for it with George. Returning her attention to the throbbing black shaft, she licked and kissed and jerked at it with both hands, but there was no way she could get it into her mouth, much as she wanted to. So she decided to give it a try in her vagina.

After standing to remove her dress altogether, which was whisked away by an ever-attentive Emmeline, Sarah straddled over his thighs, facing away from him, leant on his knees, positioning her groin over the bent shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, Sarah nudged the dark, almost purple head, between her inner labia. There was plenty of slippery vaginal juice to ease the entry. As she slowly lowered her bottom, she felt the inner walls of her vagina stretch and stretch as never before. So far so good, not very painful, but it felt more like a feat than a fuck. She was very protective of her vulva. That wonderful instrument , giving her hours and hours of delight. After easing some four or five inches into the over-stretched vagina, Sarah decided there was no sexual excitement in it. Just a sigh of achievement, thankful there was no damage. But a few tentative slow in-and-out pushes managed to dispel the over-tight feeling in her vagina, as it became accustomed to the thick intruder, so Sarah decided to add another inch or so to the penetration. Eventually, with considerable apprehension, she was able to begin to enjoy the sensation.

She guessed she had managed to insert about eight inches or so, feeling more comfortable. As her plunging got more confident, Sarah fingered her clit with the middle two fingers of one hand, adding to the developing tumult inside her body. She closed her eyes to concentrate her mind on the mind-blowing sensation in her vagina being filled as never before, her fingering bringing her nearer to that wonderful, ultimate joy of fucking. She was now gasping loudly at each push on the cock, her bottom bouncing more urgently, using her free hand to grasp the base of the shaft to avoid it penetrating too deeply. Having realized that she had managed to get this monster inside her, she rejoiced to herself. 'I've done it! It's fucking me hard and deep. Oh my God!!'

The climax developed slowly. Her belly churning and her thighs shaking. The muscles tensed until, with a great feeling of relief, she came fiercely. A wonderful orgasmic triumph. Several vivid spasms racked her whole body, filling her with glorious ecstasy, as she bounced and bucked.

When Sarah came out of her reverie, she found Alma looking at her with a smile. She was sitting on George's thighs. 'Gosh Sarah! That was a good one!'

'Sure was!' Sarah said, still panting for breath. Glancing round, she saw that most of the other couples were still engaged in having their own fun. 'I think I need the girls' room.' Sarah stood, making for the lobby where she had seen the bathroom.

'Me too,' was Alma's response, following quickly on Sarah's heels. When they were inside, Sarah laughed. 'You must love having that monster to fuck you. He didn't come, though, did he? I never thought to check.'

'No darling. Neither did I. And I'm all wound up. Can you do me a favor.' Saying this, the naked Alma sat on the toilet, opening her legs as wide as she could. 'Pee on my tits darling, while I make myself come. Please! I like a bit of water sports.'

Unable to refuse, Sarah laughed, got between Alma's legs, opened her own legs as far as she could, and pulled her inner labia apart with her fingers. Pushing her groin forward, she started to pee between Alma's breasts, the golden stream running down her belly, over her very hairy groin, while Alma's fingers eagerly rubbed her clit in the stream. It took very little time for Alma to reach a trembling, shuddering orgasm. Sarah couldn't resist bending towards Alma, kissing her on the lips as the spasms declines and finally stopped.

As Alma stood, her legs still a bit shaky, she put one arm round Sarah in a close embrace, her other hand finding Sarah's vulva, pressing it in the palm. Sarah returned the gesture, the two standing together in the middle of the room, fondling genitals and kissing.

'Mm,' Alma murmured, 'we should do this more often.'

'I wish I wish,' muttered Sarah.

After tidying themselves, they each picked up another glass of white wine, before returning to the party, where the men had pulled on their underwear, and were sitting in shirt-tails, watching the TV, whilst drinking more red wine. The ladies had likewise replenished their drinks in readiness for the next act.

'Right Alma, let's get to it. The first to get an ejaculation is the winner.' 

Alma laughed. 'No contest,' she said. 'My guy looks pretty old to me, whereas ...' leaving the rest unsaid.

Walking naked up to the next chez longue, Sarah and Alma took a long swig of wine, before putting their glasses on the table behind the sofa. As is by agreement, they bent over the two men, took hold of their waist-bands, and jerked the underwear over the men's thighs, knees and ankles. Both had flaccid cocks. Sarah's guy was well built. Probably about 180 pounds, with firm muscular thighs, and a flat, muscle-bound belly. But he was very hairy. His cock was almost buried in the dense growth of hair, which covered the whole lower belly and inner thighs. The other guy was much older, with a head full of white hair. He was smooth, with much less pubic hair than Sarah's guy. Such as it was, it was white.

Kneeling between the their thighs, both women took the cocks in between thumb and fingers. Sarah's was circumcised, swarthy-colored. She bent over to take the cock fully in her mouth, beginning to suckle, and chew her lips on it. She could taste the remains of the early vaginas on it, giving her an added fillip of excitement. The cock slowly responded by filling up until it regained its earlier stiffness, Sarah now sliding her mouth up and down, pausing at times with it in deep throat position. It was a good specimen, she thought. About the same as George's six inches, and fairly thick. Her fingers were deftly playing with the testicles. A fine pair, likewise covered with a thick layer of dark hair.

Alma's guy surprised her by quickly rising to a full erection. His cock was not over-big or fat. About average, she thought, whatever that is. Pale and straight with a generous foreskin, and small, tight, heavily wrinkled testicles. Her mouth went to work on it in earnest. Tongue and lips, assisted by her hands, soon had the thighs twitching. The guy started grunting, heaving his hips up and down. He was cumming, she thought, redoubling her efforts to encourage the ejaculation. It had taken perhaps twelve minutes to bring the cock to this point. What stamina, she thought, or maybe it was something in the wine.

Glancing sideways at Sarah, Alma notice that the other guy was likewise starting to tremble and grunt, raising his loins, thrusting his groin against Sarah's mouth. Then her mouth was suddenly filled with a gush of hot sperm, followed by a second and third. Amazing! She adored the feel of sperm emptying into her mouth. It gave her a sense of control. She held it in her cheeks, savoring the texture and slightly salty taste.

Almost at the same time, Sarah's guy erupted in her mouth. Four shots filled her cheeks, which she held for a few moments until the cock began to subside. If this was his second coming, it was very copious! And she loved the slightly salty, almost clean taste. Letting the cock slip from her mouth, Sarah kept her mouth closed. She turned to Alma, who was holding a similar load in her mouth. Their faces came together until their lips met. They slowly opened their mouths, pushing their tongues at each other, allowing the contents to mingle. They explored each other's mouth for a few moments, before Alma pulled away, and the sperm dribbled over both women's chins into Sarah's waiting cupped hand.

As Alma pushed Sarah onto the chez, between the two men, Sarah rubbed her hand, with its contents of cum, over the gorgeous dark breasts, massaging it into her skin. Alma got her head between Sarah's thighs, pushing them wide apart, starting to kiss and lick the labia, nibbling the clit. She felt Sarah's belly responding with trembles, and set about giving Sarah the benefit of her oral expertise.

Leaning back against the two men's shoulders, Sarah place the palms of her hands on the flaccid cocks, teasing them and stroking them, whilst enjoying the wonderful sensation of Alma's tongue and fingers treating her to a journey of ecstatic delight. To her surprise, the erotic sight must have persuaded the two men to begin to fill up again. She felt the cocks responding with light thickening throbs, her nipples now being suckled by both the men. The sensation was electric. Having two guys sucking her nipples, whilst Alma ate her pussy, was absolutely thrilling. Her body was on fire with lust. Time stood still. She was floating in a cloud of eroticism.

It took Sarah a little while to come back to earth, but it was already time for an all-change again. Just one more chez to visit. The one with her step-son Henry, beside a rather corpulent, medium height middle-aged guy. He was the one who had first been with Bessie. As Sarah and Alma approached, Henry held out his hand to Alma, inviting her to settle between his thighs. His cock was a s erect as ever, whereas the other guy was only half erect. Sarah sat beside him, taking hold of the soft cock between the folds of his belly, whilst he reached across to feel her breasts with one hand, and slide the other between her thighs to fondle the wet warmth of her vulva. A cock nestling in the overhang of a fat belly wasn't really stimulating he sex drive, and she was glad when Alma reached her noisy orgasm fucking Henry.

Changing partners for the last time, Sarah smiled at Henry as she knelt between his thighs. 'At last,' she murmured to him. Going down on his still erect cock, she could taste Alma's juices smeared on the shaft, and gathered round the base, nestled in a thin white garland of vaginal nectar on his pubic hair. He hadn't ejaculated into Alma, though. Perhaps keeping it for his ste-mother, she thought hopefully. Whilst rubbing herself with her middle two fingers, she gobbled on Henry's cock, enjoying licking its length, retracting the foreskin and kissing a nibbling the head. After two hours of sexual activity, her orgasm was rather slow in developing, but when she felt the early trembles in Henry's thighs, her enthusiasm returned. Sarah increased the pressure of her lips on Henry's cock as her mouth slid up and down, with her tongue lashing and sucking. Henry's hips started to jerk. Sarah felt the testicles tighten, the cock to throb from its base. With a lunge of his groin, Sarah's mouth was suddenly filled with a deluge of sperm. Three jerks, timed with her own spasms, as her orgasm shattered her loins.

After allowing Henry's cock to slip from her mouth, Sarah held her head back, swallowing the tasty seeds. Glancing sideways, she saw Alma had managed to get an erection from the other guy, but was having to manipulate her own climax with her fingers. She stared to come as Sarah looked at her, with a face creased in effort, mouth drawn back over her teeth, with gasps of pleasure at each spasm.

On the other chez longues, the couples were reaching the final stage of the evening. With George was an elderly lady, Sarah guessed from the hair coloring, and the large sagging breasts with huge swollen areolas, though looking in good shape generally. She was standing up, looking round for her knickers. The other lady with Alan, was very slender, with small spiky breasts, with long, hard nipples. Her pubic hair was red, making Sarah wonder if it had been dyed to match her head. Had she managed to encompass the large cock, she wondered, between those narrow hips? There began a general move to start pulling up underwear. Emmeline produced dresses and jackets and trousers, and in hardly any time at all, the guests were saying their goodbyes to Emmie.

Sarah had a vague feeling that she knew one of the last two women, but couldn't think from where. She was About 5' 8", statuesque, with a lovely bronzed figure. She was a strawberry blonde, arranged in curls over her shoulders. Narrow waist, full breasts and hips, with a shaved groin. As she put one leg into her knickers, Sarah could see that she had large protruding inner labia, hanging low between her thighs. Probably swollen! The last lady she looked at was rather plump with small breasts, wide thighs and a creased belly. Probably about 5' 3", with nice hair, thanks to an expensive hairdresser, no doubt. Sarah wondered what George had enjoyed with them all.

During the walk back to the flat, Bessie amused them with her stories of the other four men, but waxed lyrical about the large black cock, hoping it hadn't damaged her sex life for ever! They all laughed at some of the descriptions of the action, but all agreed it had been an unusual, but definitely exciting and pleasurable evening for all of them. George had kept rather quiet, but then Bessie didn't give the others much chance to chat.

Arriving back at their flat, all four were far too exhausted to hang around over night caps. After removing her make-up, taking a quick shower, and changing into her nightdress, Sarah collapsed into bed beside George, already fast asleep after his exertions at the party! He'd enjoyed the thrill of two ejaculations, and a third wanted, but frustratingly unable. Sarah slipped quickly into a refreshing sleep.

THREE

It was the feeling of a cock deep inside her vagina that finally woke Sarah. She thought she was having a wonderful dream, but the reality was that she really was being fucked. Lying on her right side, with her left leg bent, her thighs were in a perfect position foe a back entry. Still in a semi-doped state, Sarah just lay there enjoying the feel of the stiff cock pounding in and out of her. As she became more conscious, she realized that this wasn't her husband's cock. She'd know that anywhere! No! It was her step-son, Henry who was helping himself to her secret womanhood. Screwing her hard and deep. It was fantastic. To be woken with a cock inside was wonderful, but for that cock to belong to your step-son was even better. He had a great cock. In fact, the whole family had great cocks! And Sarah loved them, all three! She relaxed in the sheer enjoyment of it. Such a great sensation first thing in the morning, still floating in a state of half dreaming. But all too soon, she felt the rhythm of the heaving hips on top of her, falter. Sarah heard the loud grunts of effort, and she was filled with her first dose of sperm of the day. Hopefully not the last!

When Sarah turned on to her back, Henry was smiling down at her. 'Mm. I needed that Sarah.'

'Me too,' she smiled back. 'And George?'

'Giving Bessie the same treatment I think. We met outside the bathroom and agreed an early morning fuck would set us up for the day. We both had morning glories, remembering events last night maybe, and I suggested he lose it in you. "No," he told me. "Yours in Sarah, mine in Bessie." So here I am at the invitation if your husband.'

Sarah glanced at the clock. 'So glad you accepted!'

'Are you game a for a repeat performance?'

'What? Now?'

'Sure!' Sarah laughed and opened her legs wide, inner thighs now wet with her juices and Henry's sperm. His cock hadn't even drooped. Still as rigid as ever, he poised himself over Sarah, addressing her open vagina with the head of his cock, before slowly driving it in. Heavenly! Such bliss! No sooner had Henry started to fuck in earnest, than the door opened as Bessie came in, naked. She looked blooming!

'Mm. Can anyone join in? George is wonderful Sarah, but I think one fuck is enough for him after his exertions last night. But I'm so horny still. Need another badly!' Bessie climbed on the bed, squatting over Sarah's head, lowering her sloppy vulva over Sarah's mouth. Fleshy and wet. Bessie watched Henry's cock drilling Sarah's vagina. 'Mmmm. That looks good darling. Enjoy every inch of it!' Then she closed her eyes to concentrate on the heavenly feeling of her pussy rubbing Sarah's nose and lips, feeling the tongue penetrate her vagina.

Sarah could taste George's sperm, mingled with Bessie's sweet, copious juices. It was a superb vulva. Chewy labia, long and fleshy. Henry leaned over to kiss his wife's mouth, as he squeezed her right breast. A deep tongue-lashing kiss. Meanwhile, Sarah took the hint and started to lick and bite Bessie's labia, pulling at them with her teeth and lips, using her tongue to explore the swollen clitoris, push it as far as she could into the welcoming vagina. Her face was soon covered with the juices. The aroma was heavy with sex. Henry's second coming was taking its time, to everyone's delight, but eventually, his thigh muscles started to tighten. Bessie was likewise feeling the tenseness building in her belly, rubbing her clit harder on Sarah's nose. As Henry grunted, discharging his first jet of sperm into his step-mother, Sarah met his thrusts with her own, as her spasms shattered her groin. 




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 26



All this triggered Bessie's orgasm. She cried out 'Yeeeeeeeeeeeees!' as the climax hit her like an electric shock. Her own ejaculation filled Sarah's mouth with cum, as all three collapsed in a heap, panting and heaving, until the torment subsided, leaving them exhausted.

After spending half an hour in the Dolphin Square swimming pool, to freshen up for the day, Sarah and George showered and dressed for the day. It looked like it would be warm and sunny. A wonderful May day. Both dressed casual, for a little shopping in Knightsbridge, and maybe a light lunch, perhaps a salad, in Harrods or Harvey Nichols. They had no firm plans for the rest of the day. Play it by ear, George suggested, after the pervious evening's tiring activities, to say nothing of that morning's. Sarah applied a simple make-up, and tied her hair into a bun, for comfort. A white cotton summer dress, lace bra and knickers, was all she wore. Her linen jacket would serve for outdoors. Sarah and Bessie would try to find time to call in at Ann Summers shop in Knightsbridge, to find something for Susanna, to add to the strap-on dildo.

During a leisurely breakfast, the phone rang. Bessie got up to answer it, while Sarah and George finished their light breakfast of muesli, Activia, a boiled egg on toast, with a rasher of grilled smoked bacon for George on the side. The coffee was excellent and welcome after such an active start to the day.

When Bessie returned, it was to tell them that it had been their son, James, on the phone from Oxford, asking if it would be convenient for him and his new girlfriend to visit and, maybe, sleep over? I said I was sure it would be ok, and that his grandfather and Sarah would be delighted to see them.

'Oh, yes. That will be great fun. Who is this new girlfriend? Anyone we know?'

'Lily is the name. Her father is a city stockbroker, though I'm not sure if Henry knows him. She's in her second year at Lady Margaret Hall, studying Law, I think. Anyway, you'll be able to find out when they get here? Apparently, she eager to meet us all, and is cool about our family games.'

'Eager? That sounds a bit ominous. What does she know about us?'

'Well, if I know my son, probably more than we would wish her to at this stage. But there's no need to worry, he said.'

After breakfast, they took a cab to Harrods, so that Sarah could look for some shoes to match her new outfit. There was nothing that took her fancy, so they had a break for coffee, then round to Harvey Nichols, where she found a pair of Saint Laurent, which were perfect, if very expensive. So they stayed there for lunch, enjoying the yellow fin tuna with delicious grapefruit, pea shoots, fresh chilli and lemon in Harvey Nichols fifth floor café, with a refreshing watermelon and feta salad. 

Looking for a meal for six, Bessie visited the food hall, deciding on prepared prawn cocktail, followed by Rosemary Crusted Sea Bass, with Mediterranean Vegetables and a Santini Salad Bowl, with Cheese Selection for afters, with a bowl of raspberries and double cream. So, laden with the food, they had the doorman call a cab.

FOUR

Back at the flat in the mid afternoon, Sarah changed into some casual trousers and an ecru blouse, before joining Bessie in the kitchen to lend a hand preparing the dinner, though there was nothing to do other than set the oven timer. Bessie opened up the dining table to seat the six of them, and set the places, with Sarah's help. Henry was sent to select the wines. Three bottles of 2008 Chablis Grand Cru were put in the fridge, and two bottles of 2009 Ladoix Rouge were opened to mature. George was having a short nap, and Henry finished the afternoon watching some football on Sky.

It was almost six o'clock when James arrived with his young lady. They were welcomed warmly, with kisses and hugs all round. Lucy was fairly tall, about 5'8" Sarah guessed, elegant, with dark-blonde hair cut in a bob. A pretty face with intelligent watchful eyes, a ready smile on her full lips. A pert nose and high cheek-bones. Beautifully shaped legs, wide hips and narrow waist, and a bottom to die for. Her breasts were average sized, held high with her bra.

During pre-dinner Martinis - generously laced with gin, they lounged about, learning that Lucy was a Rhodean old girl. To Sarah, that suggested plenty of money in the family, and then they found that her father was a stock-broker. They lived in a detached villa in High Ongar, the village in Essex. Lucy explained that she planned to be a solicitor. So, a well-heeled family. Satisfactory friend for James, Sarah thought, which made her a snob. True!

Talk centered around girls boarding schools in general, comparing Cheltenham, Bessie's old school, with Rhodean, in particular. The one thing they certainly had in common, was the sexual frolicking that went on in the dormitories. An activity that was passed down the generations. Sometimes a mistress would join in the fun. So, thought Sarah, Lucy is not unfamiliar with group sex. She wondered how much James had told her about his family's sexual games.

In the kitchen, the oven gave a beep. 'Okay guys,' Bessie stood up. 'Dinner is ready. Round the table everyone.' They duly went to the table, which was already set with the prawn cocktail starter, whilst Henry poured the chilled Chablis. Sarah was placed between Henry on her left and James on her right. Beyond James was his mother, then George and Lucy. 'Before we sit, though,' Bessie continued, 'a toast to the happy couple. Ten years of married bliss.'

They raised their glasses and chanted 'Sarah and George.' After the clinks, and the general chorus of approval for the quality of the wine, Bessie and Sarah turned to their left for an embrace with their neighbors. Then they turned to their right and embraced the ones on the other side. Hands strayed as they kissed, caressing bottoms, or the fronts of trousers. As Sarah's lips met those of James, she felt the tip of his tongue slip between her lips, giving her a wicked look. Her hand soon discovered that his cock was already well hardened. The lust of youth, she thought.

'You taste as delicious as ever Sarah,' he laughed, pulling her chair our for her to sit.

'That was the Chablis,' she laughed. 'And you are as stiff as ever, James.'As she sat he pushed her chair in, finishing with his hands on her shoulders, before sliding his palms down her top to caress the breasts. Sarah felt a slight shiver of excitement, as her nipples responded by hardening, pressing into the bra cup. She looked up at him, rubbing the back of her hand against his crotch. 'Naughty boy!' After she had sat beside her, Sarah glanced down at his trousers, admiring the twitching movement she saw. 'More wicked than naughty.'

James by this time was feeling well horny with all the sexy talk. A red-blooded nineteen year old and was easily provoked. He decided it was time to tease his step grandmother. A display of his goods to Sarah. Keeping his eyes on her face, he leaned back in his chair, then slowly and provocatively, lowered the zip of his trousers, reaching inside to withdraw his erect penis. Sarah's eyebrows rose as her eyes fell on the magnificent manhood protruding from James's flies. It was big and beautiful! Pale and stiff as a rod of iron.

'Good lord, James,' was all she could think of saying right then. She was impressed. When he first showed it to her at Christmas, she hadn't been sure if he really fancy fucking her. But she hoped so. And he did! Now, James slowly drew back the foreskin to show her the large mauve head. Sarah's mouth went dry. She was mesmerized by it. She smiled at him. 'Put it away you naughty boy!' James laughed as he tucked it away.

As they all began to eat, Bessie explained to Lucy. 'You must excuse us Lucy, but we are a close family. You may have noticed already that sex chat is not uncommon. And touchy-feely is quite common. Encouraged even!'

'That's no problem Bessie,' Lucy smiled. 'James has already warned me of your naughty ways with each other. I think that's great, actually.' She arranged her napkin over her lap, turning to smile at George. 'I may join in,' she whispered, laying her hand over the front of George's trousers. He gave her a look of mild surprise. She smiled sweetly, and with such innocence, as she lightly stroked the bulge.

'You'd be very welcome,' George replied, 'as I'm sure you can tell by what's in your hand.' And sure enough, his cock was already responding to the attention being given to it. Particularly by a strange hand. Lucy's deft fingers paddled over the growing outline, before giving it a final pat and returning to the prawn cocktail.

'Later I hope!' Lucy was impressed by what she had touched. It looked as though the whole family was blessed with excellent equipment. All three generations! She smiled inwardly, feeling content. She was going to enjoy getting to know them all.

'Me too!' was George's reply. Turning back to his cocktail, he glanced over his other shoulder, to see that Bessie was having a quiet laugh at him. She put her hand in his lap, feeling the growing stiffness.

'Lucky you!' she smiled. 'Perhaps lucky all of us!' George returned her smile, saluting her with a prawn skewered on the end of his fork. 'Don't be in too much of a hurry, though. It certainly seems as if our cocktails are working well. As usual!' It was usual for Bessie to spike the men's cocktails with a touch of liquid viagra, but today she had also spiked the ladies. It was certainly working with her, she thought, with knickers already heavily stained.

Over prawn cocktail, the ladies chatted about previous evening's activities. 'You should have been there, James! All those lovely ladies wanting sex and more sex. Desperate to have that secret passage between their legs filled with what they most desire.' 

'Not possible, though,' Sarah insisted with a laugh. 'It was a husband swapping party darling.'

When the first course was finished, the three ladies stood to collect the plates, carrying them though to the kitchen, while Henry replenished the wine glasses. As Bessie took the fish from the oven, and Sarah fussed with the dinner plates, they looked up to see Lucy removing her blouse, then unfastening her bra. Her 34" breasts sagged slightly, but the areola were covered with tiny pimples and long nipples. 'Just to show you that I'm willing and eager to participate, so you needn't pretend to be prudish on my account. I'm one of you, actually. Raring to get laid!'

Sarah giggled. 'Oh, my word, Lucy. You're a game one. Look! If that's how you like it.' And without further ado, Sarah put the plates on the table, unzipped her dress, letting it shutter round her ankles, before stepping out of it. She unhooked her bra, saying 'Let's give the guys a real surprise.' As usual after a few of Bessie's cocktails, any inhibitions Sarah might have had, dissolved entirely. Not that she had many in the first place. Bessie put the fish and vegetables into serving dishes before she, too, removed her top and bra. Three bare-breasted ladies picked up dinner plates, serving dishes, and walked into the dining room. The look of astonishment on the men's faces was a picture to behold! It was Henry who started the applause. After setting the dishes on the table mats, the three ladies went round the table offering a hard nipple to the lips of the men. After much suckling and fondling, they eventually sat down to eat.

The conversation continued louder and more raucous, as the effect of the Chablis released any inhibitions that might have remained. Sarah managed to retain a measure of smiling decorum, whilst the sedate Lucy was laughing loudly and obscenely, her breasts shaking. Bessie was telling some outrageous story about her being taken by surprise at a college party. No-one knew quite where or what! Except that the men had been assisted in removing their trousers by their lady neighbor, dragging them over their ankles, to be tossed aside, revealing three raging erections. The women stared, open-eyed with envy at the objects of their favorite dreams and fantasies. 

Lucy loved it! 'This is a great party,' she said. Whatever Bessie had added to her drink had certainly made her feel hornier than she could remember in a long time. She had found the occasion to slip her hand over Henry's erection on the one hand, and George's on the other. Both were solid as an iron rod. She was in for a good fucking, she decided.

'Right,' called Bessie, 'clear the decks for dessert. Tonight we're having Sarah fool.' They all stood, clearing away plates and dishes into the kitchen, with drinks on the side table. Unaware of what was to come, Sarah's underwear was removed by Bessie, before she was encouraged to sit on the edge of the table. She was then rolled onto her back when, prompted by Bessie, Henry and James each lifted a leg high and wide, exposing her wet hairy vulva. Taking the bowl of raspberries from the side table, Bessie stood in front of Sarah's groin.

'Right. Raspberries a la Sarah!' Bessie took one strawberry and popped it into the gaping vagina, followed by another, until it was full. Taking the cream jug, Bessie tipped it up adding a good serving to the fruit. Bessie turned to James. 'Now, James, you have to crush them, darling, with that thing.' She pointed to his erect cock with the spoon in her hand. There was a shout of approval. Much to the amusement of them all, James moved between Sarah's thighs. Bessie anointed the cock with more cream from the jug, before James placed it at the mouth of Sarah's vagina, pushing it into the soft fruit.

Sarah was delighted by the sensation of cool berries being stuffed inside her, with cream filling her secret citadel of pleasure. She tingled with excitement, her belly trembling with lust. When James slid his cock into the filling, the effect was astonishing. The feel of the fruit pips stimulating her vaginal walls was out of this world. She moaned with delight, thighs twitching and muscles tensing ready for the climax, as the cock drove in and out of the willing vagina. The squashed fruit and cream oozed from her, dribbling over her bum, and thighs. But James came first. With a great lunge, he ejaculated deep inside the messy vagina, nine spurts in all, until the spasms ended. Withdrawing from Sarah, James' cock was covered with crushed strawberries. Bessie bent over to take it into her mouth, sucking it clean, before giving a teaspoon to the other three. She dipped the spoon into Sarah's pussy, scooping some of the contents of Sarah's vagina, before emptying it into her mouth.

'Mm! The taste is fantastic. A wonderful, delicate mixture of fruit, cream, sperm and pussy juices,' was Bessie's opinion. The others followed suit, Bessie giving Sarah a spoonful, until the vagina was emptied of its delights. There were many murmurs of approval before Sarah slid off the table, hurrying to the bathroom with a palm between her legs to prevent any droppings staining the carpet.

When Sarah got back from the bathroom, having cleaned herself on the bidet, she found the other two ladies sprawled on the table open-legged, being fucked. Bessie was enjoying James re-erected cock whilst Henry had thrust his weapon deep inside Lucy's shaved pussy. Young James was quite capable of three or four ejaculations during the night, and Henry could certainly manage at least a couple. George was examining Lucy's clitoris, with his cock in her mouth, whilst fingering Bessie's clit and labia. Both ladies were making noisy sounds of delight and groans of bliss. It wasn't long before Lucy shouted 'Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes!' as her orgasm started to build in her groin. At the same time, Bessie screamed out her orgasmic agony, the heavy jerks dismounting James, as he came for a second time over his mother's jerking pubic groin.

Henry was still managing to keep inside the heaving Lucy, fucking her hard and deep. Lucy's pitiful cries asking to be fucked, were evidence of her thrilling enjoyment. With eyes screwed tight, head lashing from side to side, her orgasms started, lurch after lurch. Henry came, withdrawing in a shower of sperm splashing over Lucy's breasts. His place was immediately taken by George, waiting eagerly to penetrate this young newcomer, continuing to fuck her hard, whilst she thrashed her loins up and down. 

Sarah's freshly cleaned vagina was soon oozing once more at the sight of her husband's thick cock penetrating a new young pussy. She crossed to Lucy's twitching body to lick the sperm from her belly and breasts, before moving on to James, whose softening cock was heavily smeared with his mother's juices. Sarah bent in front of him to encompass his cock in her mouth, tasting the sweetness of Bessie's cum, whilst feeling the sensitive cock begin to stir in her mouth as the stimulation of Sarah's tongue brought the stiffness back slowly to its fullest limit.

Whilst Sarah enjoyed James cock, Bessie revived herself, slipping from the table to announce it was time for cheese and biscuits. Lucy asked permission to use the shower, while the men reluctantly donned dressing gowns. Henry prepared glasses of the Ladoix Rouge to complement the cheese. Sarah reset the table pieces, clearing away the remnants of the raspberries, placing small plates beside the cheese and biscuits. Everyone behaved for the next several minutes, chatting about nothing in particular. Whilst Bessie was preparing coffee, Lucy turned to James. 'I haven't actually seen you fuck your mom,' she complained.

'What?'

'Well, I was busy being fucked by your grandfather at the time you were filling your mom's pussy. And a great fuck it was. He has a wonderful cock - you must take after him. I want to see you properly filling her vagina with your cock.'

Bessie had returned with the coffee pot and mugs, to overhear the last comment. 'I shall be only too delighted to perform for you Lucy, after coffee.'

True to her word, Bessie gulped down coffee, slipping off her gown before sitting in the corner of the settee, beside Lucy. She parted her legs, settling her bottom on the edge of the settee. Not wanting a second invitation, James parted the front of his dressing gown to reveal his fuck-ready penis in all its magnificent glory. He knelt between his mother's thighs, allowing Lucy to take hold of the cock and present it to the pink dilated vagina, framed in auburn hairy curls. James slowly inserted it, whilst Lucy watched the vagina stretch to accept the welcome visitor. Her mouth dropped in wonder at the sight. This was the first penetration of a vagina she had witnessed at close up. She was mesmerized by the action, as James pumped his manhood in and out of his mother.

George and Sarah were sitting at the table nibbling their cheese and biscuits, enjoying the wine, listening to the slap-slap of James' testicles bouncing against Bessie's bottom. Henry had sunk into the arm chair facing his wife and son enjoying their fuck, sipping his wine. He loved to watch Bessie's facial expressions of sheer heavenly bliss as she wallowed in the act of fornication. She often reminded him that the vagina was made to be fucked - as often as possible. Bessie adored sex with both men and women, though she didn't have much chance with the latter.

Unable to hold back her lustful desires, Lucy moved across the floor, lifting her gown, to sit on Henry's lap. She soon found the end of his erect cock, guiding it into her soft, silky-wet vagina. Steadying herself with her hands on Henry's knees, Lucy lifted and lowered herself on the stiff cock, her eyes never leaving the sight of James erection thrusting in and out of his mom's dripping pussy. After several minutes of pure solid fucking, Bessie's fingers had manipulated her clitoris to a frenzy of excitement, resulting in another huge orgasm. Lucy was enthralled.

'Now your grandmother,' Lucy insisted. Come on Sarah. I want to see James fuck you.' Sarah smiled, crossing to the settee where she sat beside Bessie. While Bessie recovered from her orgasm, she watched her son move between Sarah's thighs, slipping his large thick cock into the passage made for it by nature. Lucy was still on Henry's cock, watching her boy friend penetrate his step grandmother, who still had a fabulous body, Lucy thought. So the family sat back to enjoy the spectacle of family sex for several minutes before a grunt from Henry announced his ejaculation deep inside Lucy's vagina.




The Vicar's Wife Ch. 26



After a muttered apology to all, Henry raised Lucy from his lap, handing her a paper tissue from his gown pocket, before leaving for the bathroom. Lucy immediately dropped between Bessie's thighs to begin licking and fingering her pussy and bottom, much to Bessie's delight. She absolutely adored being eaten by the soft mouth and lips of another woman, though only Sarah and Emmeline had given her that pleasure before. Minutes passed as Sarah and Bessie relished the attention they were getting by two young people equally enjoying the experience.

Lucy suddenly sat up. 'Let swap,' she said. James and Lucy shuffled into each others place. James stuffed his cock back into his mom, while Lucy got to work enjoying the soft flesh of Sarah's pussy, exploring the entrance to her paradise, using her tongue and lips to fully experience its taste and aroma, whilst fingering the contours of the delicious vulva. 

With a peaceful and euphoric Bessie drifting off to an exhausted sleep with the rocking of James' cock inside her, Sarah was drifting in a cloud of sensuous delight, with Lucy licking her clit and tonguing her pussy. When, eventually, a tremble of delicious satisfaction swept throughout her body, Sarah slipped into unconsciousness with a smile of happiness on her face. A memorable anniversary.